#thanks ven for finding it for me

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[starlightwayfinder]

Who are your top 3 favorite Kingdom Hearts characters, and if you want to give thoughts on why, what makes you like them?

- ScalaCaelumX

@scalacaelumx Thank you for the ask!! My current top three favorites are 1. Ventus, 2. Terra, and 3. YX. (Sorry Aqua! I really love her too.)

Ven has been my favorite character since I became a KH fan. (So.. for the last 7 years! 💖) 

I love his “quiet but kind” personality, paired with his eagerness to make friends. Even though Birth by Sleep is a tragedy, there is still a heartwarming side to the story thanks to him. And I love him in UX too! His relationship with the other Union leaders is adorable.

He’s been though a lot so far, and we know there’s more to come, but Terra and Aqua (and Chirithy now!) are there at his side. I’m really looking forward to seeing them again.

Also, it makes me happy that he loves stargazing. (Me too, Ven! ✨)

Terra!! He wasn’t originally one of my favorites, but after rewatching BbS so many times he really grew on me. He’s so protective, and also a bit on the quiet side (most of the time, that is). Plus he’s a very gentle character around his friends, especially in KH3. It’s hard to say who my favorite character is design-wise, but the Lingering Will might take the cake. 

I never would’ve guessed he would make my “top 3”, but… then Dark Road happened! (I kinda blame the secret ending for being the tipping point—seeing tiny Xeha talk about the friends from his dreams!)

Honestly, Xehanort is such an interesting character.  I really love that he turned out to be empath, and the ‘Child of Destiny’ twist was such a surprise. As much as I love bright and cheery characters like Ven, I have a soft spot for somber characters like him too. 💔

He’s also become my go-to character to doodle; I actually have more drawings of him than any other character in my art albums. (So, he’s also a candidate for ‘favorite design’.)

[multific]

Soulmate

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Using your powers you save the life of Eddie, however, your powers might have backfired and bound his soul to yours.

Number Seven.

Ven is how Dustin called you when you met them.

You have powers similar to Eleven's.

Your powers included telekinesis, mind reading, and mind control.

You were also being kept in the same facility and growing up with her, you were glad when you escaped.

Trying to help your friends and be there for them every step of the way. You went through a lot, but you were glad you were able to find friends and a father, Hopper. Jim tried his best to take care of you and El.

He was an amazing father.

Years passed but you were never able to escape the Upside Down.

You met Max and many others on the way.

You tried your best to save Billy.

But you failed.

Living with your failure, you couldn't face Max.

And so, you left Hawkins.

But of course, you had to return. You dreamt of a creature.

Vecna.

He called himself but there was something so familiar about him.

Upon your return, you helped the others with Vecna.

Trying to save all of their lives in the process.

They had a great plan, you just needed to help them.

But then, a chill ran down your spine.

"SEVEN! SAVE HIM!" Dustin yelled at you. He was way too far, it must have been his thoughts and desperation reaching you. "EDDIE!" you moved, ran.

You didn't even think you just ran.

You found Eddie surrounded by the bats. Lifting a car from the ground you threw it at the creatures blowing the car up, and making them flee.

You knelt down on the floor.

"I didn't run this time," he said and you could feel the life leaving him. You put your shaking hands on his chest and closed your eyes.

Dustin joined you but you focused on Eddie.

Took you a while, but you saved him.

And you managed to save the life of Eddie Munson.

He opened his eyes and you let the tears fall.

Overcome by emotion you hugged yourself as the two watched with worried eyes.

"She needs help," Dustin said as he came closer to you. "Do you need to be grounded?" he asked and you quickly nodded.

Dustin hugged you and it almost instantly calmed you. His happy memories and thoughts filled your mind.

"Sometimes, when she uses her powers too much, she loses control. By grounding her, one person must help her."

"So you just let her focus on you," Eddie replied as you took a deep breath and thanked Dustin. "You saved me, thank you," Eddie said and you smiled.

However, even if you saved him, something wasn't right.

You felt his emotions more than everyone else's even when he wasn't close to you.

You heard his thoughts even when you weren't focusing on him.

You did something.

You knew you did because of the way he was looking at you.

As if he was a lost puppy left out in the rain.

After everyone returned to Hawkins and both you and El had your moment with Hopper.

You needed some time alone, so you headed to an open field and sat down on a rock.

"What did I do to make him like that? He was dying but I pulled him back... I-I took his pain away." you thought as you looked at your hands.

And then, you felt him. He was standing behind you and he was nervous.

"Uh-The others said I can have the RV. If you want- uh- You can join me." he spoke up and this is when you noticed just how dark it was getting. You knew he wasn't leaving, he was offering you shelter.

"I did something Eddie, something I wasn't meant to." you stood up and looked him in the eyes. Admitting your failure, yet again. "I think somehow I bonded our souls. When I saved you, I saw your memories, I saw how scared you were and I think I did something to help you. I feel your presence and I sense your feelings more than anyone else's. I'm so sorry."

"So, you are saying my feelings for you are... not real?"

"Your feelings are real. I'm just saying I did something that made you feel them."

"But- I liked you even before you saved me." he said and you nearly choked on nothing. "When we stole the RV, or when you helped me hide from Jason. I don't think you made me feel this love. I think we just... love each other?"

How can he say things so casually? His cheeks looked red but his eyes held fire.

"But... Chrissy..."

"I did like her yes. But then you came along and I- I truly don't think your powers caused my feelings for you."

As if a bus hit you, your world was spinning. You even stumbled a little as he rushed to catch you. And this time, you wanted to make sure.

You put your hand on his cheek and looked into his eyes.

It was true.

You saw how he looked at you, what he was thinking even before you stole the RV. When you two were hiding in that damn house.

You let go of his cheek and put your hands up but he was still holding you.

"I really thought I... made you love me somehow."

"You did. It just wasn't the way you thought."

"I don't know what to say."

"Nothing, just let me kiss you, please?" and you did. You let him lean in and kiss you.

But this time, you focused on the now.

You focused on him and his kiss. Not his mind, not his thoughts or memories.

You focused on him.

Soulmates were real, but it wasn't your powers that created them.

He was your soulmate.

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[spaceacetad]

What if I don't want cute wetbirds? What if I want toxic wetbirds.

What if I want them both to only find comfort in each other when at their lowest? What if I want both of them just trying to selfishly fill the void of a dead loved one (that being Fengari and Centross). What if when Ven leaves Fable's side Icarus is secretly happy that Ven is not only free of their dad, but of them as well. What if Ari frowns when Ven says don't kiss birds because she knows they mean it. What if Ven is a little upset when he finds out Centross is alive because that means Icarus won't need them anymore.

What if when Icarus says thank you for sticking with me it hurts them both because it was never meant to last. What if Icarus is a little guilty happy that Ven doesn't remember them because it means that he won't have to remember the painful love they gave.

What then Tumblr.

[elysianrey]

Now stay stay stay with me for now

Until our time is out

There's no one else for me but you...

a playlist curated by Lucy Carlyle that reminds her of Lockwood.

•true as true can get: kaiyko • never-ending summer: wes reeve • could you love me while i hate myself: zeph •stuck on us: claire rosinkranz, aidan bisset •repeat until death : novo amor • sweet nothing: taylor swift • oceans: seafret • stay alive: josé gonzález • you wouldn’t like me: sleeping at last • wildfire: seafret •hate to be lame: lizzie mcalpine, finneas • glitch: taylor swift • cognitive dissonance: sophie holohan • summer 2019: caroline culver • to build a home: the cinematic orchestra • sleep deprivation: chance peña• idk you yet: alexander 23 • reckless driving: lizzy mcalpine, ben kessler • agape: bear’s den • did i make you up?: half•alive • beach: axel flovent • renegade: big red machine, taylor swift • state of mind: sød ven • hot tea: half•alive

listen to the rest here

note: creating this playlist has been a dream of mine since I watched the series, and I am thankful that the wonderful, @genniearts was able to make this gorgeous piece to accompany it. I will continue to update the list as I find new music! I hope all of you authors, artists, and shippers enjoy. x

[veneerslipstick]

⋆.ೃwe’ll live forever࿔*:･

veneer x GN!reader

one shot

fluff

you are helping veneer get ready for his next show. you both have had crushes on each other since you were kids, and all you two wanted to do was confess your undying love for each other, and the only thing stopping you was velvets disapproval and judgment.

but, that doesn’t stop the tension between you two when you’re alone…

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“y/n, get in here.”

you hear Velvet speaking from the radio that was

attached to your chest, which helped the twins

communicate with you easily whenever they needed

you. currently, you were in your own “ office “ (not

really privileged to you, but it’s where you got your

work done ) getting contracts ready for Velvet and

Veneer to sign. you weren’t very sure either of them

were even going to sign, but you were just doing your

job. you fumbled your hands to hold the speak

button of the radio and stood up rapidly from your

chair.

“yes, Violet. on my way,”

you gathered your papers and tapped them upright

on the table a few times to make them even, then

you dashed out the door and to their dressing room.

you didn’t like to admit it, but every time that Violet

called you to their room, you couldn’t help but feel

excited to see her brother, Veneer. whenever she was

being uptight or just plain rude, Veneers little jokes or

just the sound of his voice made the room feel a lot

less tiny. you’re anxious quite a bit , and perhaps he

picked up on it, because even just a softened gaze

from him helps you ease up.

you were a little like him, in a way. both of you thrive

to find approval from those higher than you, and in

your case it was both of them and HR.

it didn’t really take much for Veneer to like you,

though.

you arrived to their door, and knocked gently but

hard enough to have them hear you. oftentimes you

were scared of knocking too loud, since Violet

doesn’t like to be interrupted by obnoxiously loud

sounds…that’s really the only thing you can relate to

her with.

the door opened, and you saw Veneer standing there

with a warming smile on his face, and his hair looking

a little…eccentric. gel clearly wasn’t put in the right

way, strands falling out, and it was tilted to the side?

the sight made you blush, and you couldn’t help but

smile back, gripping the papers a little more tightly in

your hands.

“hello, Ven-“

“Y/N!”

you and Veneer jolted from velvets snappy tone, and

the door was whipped all the way open, tearing it

away from Veneers grip.

you are greeted with a

moderately-infuriated Velvet who looked upset but

also stressed. she then grabbed Veneers wrist and

pulled him towards a dresser chair, forcing him down

and pointing at him, one hand on her hip.

“okay, i CANNOT get his hair to cooperate. or

ANYTHING!”

she exclaimed, throwing her hands in

the air as if she was trying to strangle her own brain.

she pointed to the closet and stomped her foot

down.

“i had to put crimp in there because even SHE couldn’t do it ! i- just-“

she was obviously stressed out, and you showed her

a small smile.

“i understand. here,” you handed her the papers. “if

you can just throw a few signatures on here, i’ll fix

him up for you. i used to do a bit of hair dressing in

university, i’m sure i’ll be able to do something.”

her gaze softened for a moment, like she was

relaxed, but it was instantly back to a stubborn look,

and she snatched the papers from you.

“fine.” she sneered, and grabbed a pen from the

vanity. “i’ll be back, i have to go see a couple of

snobby interviewers before the show.” she notified,

approaching and opening the door. her back towards

you, she stopped.

“..thank you.”

she slammed the door, you and Veneer jolting again.

it was silence for a moment, until you cleared your

throat. “okay, let me figure this out.” you start

grabbing scissors, gel, hairspray, a comb, and bobby

pins to prepare yourself. Veneer watches you as you

speak to yourself and collect your train of thought.

he stares a little longer than he should.

you then turn him around in the chair and step

closer, your chest almost pressed against the back of

him. you clench your jaw and are instantly flooded

with the scent of 100 toxins from his hair, which you

found sort of nice. you start to drag your fingers

through his crunchy hair, easily getting knots out so

you don’t hurt him.

“you didn’t have to do this,” he says quietly, watching

you in the mirror as you comb through his hair.

you smile at him without making eye contact.

“oh, i know. i want to. it’s fun.” you say in an almost

monotone voice since you were concentrating. he

doesn’t respond , only admires you. you start to work

your magic, pinning up chunks of hair and letting

some fall, costing your hands with gel and infesting

his nest with hairspray. it was time to move to the

front, but a strand you had in your hand had to

stretch to that direction.

you walk around Veneer, your arms basically

wrapped around him, and stand in front of him whilst

pinning up that strand of hair you had in your hand.

this position seemed to last a little longer than it

should have, as you were shaking from nervousness.

you held your breath , anxious that he would feel it on

him.

you back away for a second, looking at your progress

so far, and he looked up at you with his big beady

eyes , as if he was just waiting for you to do

something. you tried to shake off the tension, but it

didn’t help when you had to get up in his face to fix

the obnoxiously huge wave in hair.

and there you were, your hands all up in his hair, your

faces inches apart, and all you could think about was

if his green lipstick tasted like lime.

you were nearly done, you would be able to breathe

in 10 seconds, when you two locked eyes. you didn’t

notice how flushed in the face he was until now. his

lips were slightly parted, his eyes gleamed as he

searched your eyes.

he shifted in his seat, and you backed away, letting

out a shaky exhale.

“o-okay, your hair is done. i’ll re touch your makeup.”

you said nervously , picking up his stick of lipstick

that was next to his sisters. you leaned close to him

once more, held his chin like you would your

favourite book, and swiped his bottom lip very

carefully. then, he had jerked his head oh so slightly

to the side, causing a smudge. you just stood there

thinking ‘shit , i need to wipe that off,’.

if only that’s what you were really thinking.

before you could comprehend your next action, he

muttered your name in a whisper and reached his

head forward, pressing his stained lips to your tinted

ones. you dropped the stick of lipstick, your hand

still in the air , and let yourself melt into the feeling.

your heads simultaneously titled as a natural flow of

kissing started, and Veneers fingers danced on the

skin of your forearms. you could feel the energy

coming off of him, how he desired more passion of

your slow, sweet kisses, but he was already drunk off

of what you were giving him now.

then he stood, leaning you gently against the vanity,

putting one hand on the platform and the other

snaked around your waist to support you. you kept

yours on his shoulders, not wanting to mess up his

hair, but he couldn’t care less.

he wanted you.

pulling away from each other, you both caught your

breaths, your eyes still closed to capture what just

happened. you felt his right hand take yours, your

fingers intertwining as he left a trail of kisses down

your jaw and rested his forehead on the crook of your

neck, smiling against you.

“Veneer…” you whisper, nudging your shoulder to

make him lift his head. he hummed in response and

looked at you, a sly smile on his face. you felt

flustered , trying to turn your head away but he used

his cheek to guide your face back towards him,

giving you a soft kiss in return. you then feel alarmed

and pushed him back slightly.

“ shit ! you have to GO, Velvet is going to kill you,

fuck, your makeup isn’t done, i-“

Veneer cut you off with a finger to your lips, waiting

for you to be quiet before backing away, putting his

shoulder pads on.

“I don’t care , dear. it’s a look, some fan will love it.”

he winked at you and opened the door, turning his

head to look at you.

“doesn’t it tell them that i’m off limits anyway?” he

clearly teased and your mouth parted slightly in awe.

he chuckled, his eyes falling half open.

“meet me backstage after the show , y/n. maybe we

can ruin the lipstick a little more.”

you stood there in disbelief.

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i hope u guys enjoyed this, my writing isn’t terrific 😞 if u have any suggestions about making Veneers character more realistic or just ideas for more one shots pls lmk !!! p.s im open to doing all genders for Veneer , i just wanted to stay neutral for my first fic <33

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Warnings: depictions of blood/blood kink.

Mean Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader

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Miguel isn't the type to ever be smitten. He's not the kind to stare after some pretty girl that gives him eyes, and he's not the kind to flirt around. Ever. And he was pretty sure you were going to be just another of the many spiders he's worked with.

You're not. He's head over heels for you.

Funny, witty, persistent. You take no shit from anyone. Not even from him. You've never been afraid of him, when he snaps or yells or makes his usual snarky comments, you don't even blink. You cross your arms, level his gaze, shift your weight to one of your hips and call him out. Calm and collected, your voice full of authority and confidence, and it always manages to shut him up. He'll purse his lips and turn away from you. Then you know you've won.

Not today.

Today, you walked away first. He yelled at you in a fit of rage even though the issue hadn't even been your fault.

"Miguel. Take it easy,” you tried to calm him down. “We'll fix this. We always do.”

“The fuck would you know? All you do is make more of a mess.”

“No. I don't. I'm here to help.”

He scoffed. “Help? You're useless. All you ever do is annoy everyone around you. No one stands you.” His eyes had met yours and he'd snarled, “Everyone hates you.”

And you knew it wasn't true. But it still hurt. You'd clenched your jaw, eyes narrowing at him. And then you turned around and walked away.

No one saw you the rest of the day.

Guilt has been eating at him all day. He's in his bedroom, pacing from one side to the other, hands tangled in his hair, sharp teeth digging into his lower lip.

“Fuck,” he growls at himself. He doesn't want to, but he's going to do it anyway.

You're sitting on your bed, a cigarette between your fingers. You exhale the smoke slowly, wiping away a tear that rolls down your cheek.

A portal opens in your room and you sigh. You're expecting Peter to show again, fully intending on comforting you again.

Instead, Miguel shows. When you see him, surprise rushes through you, but you're quick to mask it.

“Took a wrong turn, did you?” you say flatly. You take a drag from your cigarette and he frowns.

“Didn't know you smoked,” he mumbles, not waiting for an invitation. He steps closer to you and sits beside you on the bed.

You hum.

He swallows his pride. “That's not good for you, sabes. It'll kill you.”

“Yeah, thanks, dad,” you spit. “Is that what you came here to do? Point out all my mistakes and tell me how I'm gonna die?”

He sighs. “I'm trying to apologize, kid.” That stuns you into silence. “I...overstepped.”

“Understatement,” you mutter, putting your cigarette out.

He huffs silently. “This is fucking ridiculous,” he sighs. “Look. I didn't mean what I said. I was...upset. You-you know how I get when things don't go my way. And it...It was a low blow. I'm sorry.”

You blink at him. “Say that again?”

He throws you a glare, but sucks it up. “I'm sorry,” he says between clenched teeth. “I didn't mean it, alright.” He huffs a thick sigh, looking away from you, his gaze focused straight ahead. “And it's not true anyway. It was a cheap lie.”

You smile slightly, nudging his shoulder with yours. “I know that. I'm too much of a likeable person.”

He turns to look at you, that sharp gaze making you freeze. Your breath hitches, mouth inching open, and his eyes fall to your lips.

You swallow, drawing his eyes to the dip of your throat. He meets your gaze.

“Miguel...” Your voice is a soft, quiet sound. A low purr that makes his blood rush south.

“Ven acá,” he growls, huge hands moving to cup your face. He pulls you closer, kissing you roughly, sharp canines poking your lower lip.

You gasp, palms pressing to his chest. He kisses you rough, hungry, like he's been aching for you all this time.

His hand slides from your cheek to your neck, down your arm to your waist. He tugs you closer, your leg pressing against his.

Your hand finds one of the buttons of his shirt and starts fiddling with it. He smirks against you, hands moving to your hips to drag you onto his lap.

He makes a low, contented sound against your lips when your clothed core rubs against his hard cock. He slides his tongue into your mouth, tasting the cigarette you'd been smoking.

Your hands hold onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin slightly. Almost instinctively, your hips start grinding on his, a whine leaving you.

He grunts slightly, starting to guide your movements in small circles, your clit rubbing against the thick tip of his cock, making you jerk in his grasp.

“Princesa,” he hums, “let me make it up to you.”

You meet his gaze. His pupils are blown wide, eyes darkened with lust. You don't even have to _think_ about it.

“Alright,” you say. “As long as you don't leave me waiting.”

He chuckles lowly. His hand moves to your thighs, thumbs caressing the inside of your thighs, inching higher until he's rubbing your cunt through your jeans.

You exhale softly, swallowing hard. He pops the button open, unzips your jeans, his knuckles grazing against your soaked folds.

You quiver on top of him. “Miguel.” It's a soft sigh, a breathless plea for more.

He dips his mouth into the crook of your neck. His tongue is warm, wet as it drags over your pulse.

He lifts you slightly, helping you out of your jeans before pulling you back onto his lap. His rough fingers caress you through your panties, gathering your slick until his fingers are dripping with it.

He raises his fingers to his lips, licks your arousal off. You blush as you watch, a wave of desire crashing over you and flooding your senses. He can barely contain himself at your taste.

He wants to toss you onto the bed, bend you over it and fuck you hard and fast. He wants you on top, wants to make you bounce on his cock until you're crying with ecstasy. He wants to tie you up, watch you squirm as he makes you come over and over and over, making sure you feel nothing but pleasure.

He pulls your panties aside, his digits quick to find your clit. You barely have time to react when he's already rubbing the nub in tight circles, his sharp teeth dragging over your jaw.

You whine, hips bucking, thighs tightening around his hips. “Fuck,” you hiss, eyes shut tight.

“I'm sorry, princesa,” he says. “Didn't mean to make you feel bad. Never meant to hurt you.” He nibbles your shoulder, his fingers pulling away from your clit. He tugs your panties and you lift your hips to take them off. Instead, he holds you down against him and tears your panties off.

You gasp at the sound of the thin fabric tearing, and he chuckles. “Después te compro más, princesa.” I'll buy you more later. “Don't worry about it.”

You nod. “Yeah, alright.”

He considers throwing the ruined panties aside, but he ends up tucking them in the front pocket of his jeans. He knows he's going to find a bunch of uses for it on those late nights he can't fall asleep.

He runs his fingers up your slit, spreading your folds and tracing your slick entrance with his middle finger. You shiver and he digs his teeth into his bottom lip.

“Princesa,” he groans, “look at how wet I've got you. You pretty, pretty thing...” He kisses your jaw, sharp teeth grazing your skin. He slides his thick middle finger into you, feeling your soft walls clench around him.

You moan softly, a breath leaving your lips. Your nails dig into his shoulders, a shaky exhale escaping you. “Miguel,” you say quietly, beginning to move your hips against his hand. “Ahh...”

He slides a second finger into you and grunts at the sound you make. He curls his fingers, pressing against your g-spot and making you whimper. His thumb catches your clit, drawing neat circles on it.

“Princesa, there's something I wanna teach you,” he says against your shoulder. “Want to make you feel something new.”

“Yeah?” you question, breathless.

You can feel him grin against your skin. “Has anyone ever made you squirt?”

You shudder. “No,” you reply, eyes fluttering shut. “Never.”

Miguel smirks. “Then it'll be my pleasure to teach you, princesa.”

You shiver, whimpering lowly. His fingers touch every right spot, with the perfect pressure and rhythm.

He pulls his face back a little so he can see you, his eyes watching your every reaction. He admires the way you tremble, your plump lips open as moans and whimpers leave you.

His eyes glisten with a predatory lust that has you shivering. And then he kisses your mouth, hard and hungry, almost bruising your lips with his. He licks you, his tongue sliding into your mouth to taste you.

You whine softly, legs quaking, and he moans lowly, a deep rumble in his chest that makes your arousal spark.

He slightly grazes your lips with his sharp canines, making you gasp, and the sound sends an animalistic heat through his body. Almost involuntarily, he bites your lower lip, hard, not only bruising the soft flesh, but also drawing a little bit of blood.

You hiss at the sensation, the pain adding to the endless flow of pleasure within you. He licks at your blood, groaning at the taste of it.

You move a hand from his shoulder to the hair at the back of his head, tugging at the soft locks there. He growls out a moan, a sharp breath leaving him. “Princesa,” he says lowly, as if in warning.

You whine in response, your hips beginning to stutter against his hand. You can't breathe right and you're trembling almost violently. You can feel your orgasm nearing, growing within you like a balloon of warmth low in your stomach.

He can tell you're close. His eyes shine as he watches you, his cock twitching as your velvet walls clench around his fingers.

“Come on, princesa,” he says lowly, leaning closer to your ear,licking your earlobe. “You can do it for me, yeah? You can come for me, can't you?”

You nod, moaning. “Yes...Mhmm!”

“Muy bien, princesa,” he praises, eyes darkening. “Almost there, aren't you?”

You whimper, trying to reply. But the sensation within you is dizzying, stupefying. Your orgasm grows closer and closer, making your every moan nothing more than a pathetic little whimper.

And suddenly a new sensation takes over you, growing deep in your womb and spreading to the rest of your body.

“Miguel—” You don't get the chance to say anything else to him. Your body shivers and your orgasm is suddenly dragging you under, your eyes fluttering shut.

He gasps softly as you come, your body shaking as you squirt onto him. He can't glance away, can't stop moving his fingers. He just keeps going, stuck in a trance as he watches your arousal gushing all over him.

You whimper when the pleasure becomes too much, one of your hands racing to grab onto his wrist weakly.

“Miguel, 's too much.”

He stops his movements then, eyes rising to yours. “Oh, princesa,” he says, voice rough and deep. “You did so well. So good, cariño.” He pulls his fingers out of you, licking them clean as you watch.

You lean towards his ear and whisper, “Miguel, please, fuck me.”

He shudders as your breath caresses the skin of his neck. “Say it again,” he orders quietly.

You grin. “Miguel, fuck me. I want you inside of me. Need your cock in me.”

“Dios,” he grunts, eyes shutting as his cock jerks in his pants, eager. “Esa boca tuya, princesa...Tienes carita de ángel y aun así...” That mouth of yours, princess...You have an angel's face and yet... “Capable of being so, so dirty. It drives me fucking crazy, princesa.”

He picks you up, placing you face down on the bed, one of his hands on your hip while the other one pushes you down against the mattress.

You gasp, back arching as he teases your raw, soaked folds with a finger.

He keeps his eyes on your cunt before moving them to your ass. His hands splay over the soft flesh, kneading it and squeezing it before he delivers a soft slap to it. You whine and his lips curl into a slight smirk.

He undoes his pants eagerly, pushing his jeans off, his underwear falling away with them. His cock springs free, the tip glistening with precum. He's so hard, he can't believe the way you affect him. It's insane how easy it is for you to turn him on and make him forget about everything else.

He runs the thick head of his cock between your folds and you shudder, hips jerking away before pressing back against his in search of more.

He holds tight onto your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he slides his cock into you.

You mewl at the sensation, gummy walls stretching to their limit, your legs trembling as he fills you to the brim. You gasp softly when the tip presses against your cervix and then some. You clench your hands around the bed sheets, your eyes shut tight.

“Fuck,” Miguel groans, his eyes locked on your cunt and how his entire cock has sunk deep into you with so much ease. “Oh, princesa, you've no idea how much I've wanted this.”

You whimper in response, not really able to say or do anything else.

His thrusts start out slow, measuring how much you can take while giving you time to adjust to his size. But soon, when he feels you're wet enough and you're rolling your hips against his in a desperate plea for more, he starts going faster, harder.

Your entire body quivers with each thrust, the breath leaving your lungs accompanied by little whimpers. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he fucks you, and you're absolutely certain that you are going to pass out from the ecstasy.

“Princesa,” Miguel grunts, “I wanna try something else with you. May I?”

You nod, moaning out a squeaky, “Yeah,” as he keeps going.

He smirks, one of his hands leaving your hip to grab your hair and tug it hard, forcing your back to arch even more. He leans down to you, his chest against your back. You feel his lips on your shoulder, slowly trailing up to your neck, and then his teeth graze over your skin.

His sharp, sharp canines, send shivers down your spine. You shudder out a breath as he slightly bites you, the tip of his teeth digging into your skin.

He bites down a little harder, the pressure gradually increasing until his teeth sink into your flesh. You shudder, crying out as a shock of pain slices through you.

Miguel groans as blood starts flowing from you, its taste invading his senses. He licks your blood, reveling in the taste, and then he kisses the small wound he's inflicted.

You whimper, the pain adding to the pleasure and making your body shiver. You can feel the bliss within you growing into an unbearable entity within your womb, and you can't take it anymore.

“Miguel!” you whine, eyes fluttering shut, stars dancing behind your eyelids. “Miguel! I-I can't—! Fuck!”

“Shh,” he coos. “It's okay, princesa. Respira.” Breathe. “You're almost there.”

You cry out, biting down on the duvet to keep yourself quiet. Still, your little sounds echo in the room, growing louder as you reach your release.

Your orgasm tears through you, destroying whatever little was left of your composure. You shudder violently, body falling limp against the bed.

Miguel gasps as your cunt tightens around him, your arousal gushing out onto his cock. He keeps his hands on your hips, holding you up as your legs falter and give.

He thrusts into you a couple more times and then he comes, spurting his load deep into your pussy. You mewl weakly at the sensation, truly fucked dumb, and you can't do anything but feel him fill you up.

He grunts softly, grinding his hips against yours lightly before pulling out.

The two of you stay there for a moment, breathing heavily, bodies shaking from the shared effort. And then Miguel's quickly taking care of you.

He helps you onto your bed, laying you down gently and pushing your hair out of your face. He cleans you up with a towel, gathering your combined release with the soft material before tossing it in the laundry basket. He helps you into his shirt and he slides a pair of clean panties onto you.

Then, he lies beside you, his fingers tracing your skin, his eyes stuck on the way his shirt is too big for you because he's huge.

You cuddle up against him, your nose nuzzling into his chest. He smiles softly. “Am I forgiven, princesa?” he asks quietly, caressing your jaw.

You smile up at him, sleepily and pleased. “Yes. You absolutely are.”

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[venny-the-chubbyblack-writer]

Hello, Miss Ven. Recently found your posts and was curious if you would be up for a short or head cannon of fem reader teasing either of the Shinazugawa brothers into blushing. (Yes I simp for these boys :">...that and Muzan but we won't go there :P) If you are busy, I get that too. Just a quick ask, if you can. Hope you take care of yourself and are doing well :) *hugs from afar*

Sure! Here's a quick headcanon where reader teases both Sanemi and Genya Shinazugawa, leading them to blush:

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Teasing Sanemi Shinazugawa

What was that jerk he did?😳😏

Sanemi is tough, brash, and difficult to crack, but (Y/N) has always had a way of getting under his skin in a way that no one else can. It's not that he’s soft around her, no way he'd admit that. But today, she was pushing him even more than usual.

As the two of them trained together, (Y/N) couldn’t help but throw in a few playful jabs, knowing how easily Sanemi flustered when she was around. He had been giving her pointers on sword techniques, gruff as always, and she took the opportunity to slip in a comment.

“Oh, so you do care about me,” she teased, flashing him a grin as she tilted her head.

Sanemi’s eyebrows furrowed, his usual frown deepening. “Don’t be stupid,” he grumbled, but his cheeks were already tinged pink. He tried to look away, but (Y/N) wasn’t letting him off the hook.

“Oh come on, admit it. You think I’m special, don’t you, Sanemi?”

His jaw clenched, and his grip tightened on his sword as he stared her down. "Tch, quit talking nonsense."

But (Y/N) stepped closer, leaning in just enough to make him nervous. “Your face says otherwise.”

His blush deepened, and he turned away completely, muttering something under his breath. “Dammit, (Y/N), you’re impossible.”

Victory was hers as she saw the rare sight of Sanemi Shinazugawa flustered. He could be as tough as nails, but teasing him was always her favorite way to break through that shell.

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Teasing Genya Shinazugawa

So cute🥰

Genya was different from his brother. Quiet, a bit shy, but fiercely protective. (Y/N) had noticed how easily he got flustered whenever she gave him attention. So naturally, she couldn’t resist teasing him every now and then.

After a mission together, they sat down to rest, and (Y/N) decided to playfully mess with him. She leaned close, too close for Genya’s comfort, and poked him on the shoulder.

“You’re always so serious, Genya,” she said with a playful smirk. “But I think you’re kinda cute when you get all worked up.”

Genya’s eyes widened, and his face turned a deep shade of red almost instantly. He stammered, trying to find the words. “I-I—what are you saying?”

“Just that you’re cute,” she repeated, her voice teasingly sweet.

He looked down, unable to meet her gaze, his blush spreading across his entire face. “You’re messing with me...”

“Maybe,” she said with a shrug, “but I mean it. Look at you, all flustered. I didn’t know the tough Genya could blush so easily.”

He fidgeted with his hands, clearly embarrassed, but there was a small smile on his lips. He couldn’t help it; as much as her teasing embarrassed him, he secretly liked the attention.

(Y/N) just chuckled, enjoying the rare sight of a blushing Genya. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

His blush only deepened, and he let out a quiet sigh, defeated by her teasing charm.

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Both brothers were tough in their own ways, but (Y/N) had a special way of making them blush like no one else could.

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Thanks for your requests babes and yes I am taking care of myself and I always drink water :)

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[angel-of-the-moons]

Reversal

Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, Sex, Sex toys, Top(?) Reader, Bottom(?) Miguel, Reader being Nasty, Size Kink, Height Difference, Overstimulation (almost), Edging(?), Canon event: Miguel likes it up the ass from time to time

MINORS DNI: I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Blame thank @oharaludes for this (Also I lied I should be asleep but I stayed up to write this now instead of tomorrow because akhdlhslhflhohofnsondlndlnc I couldn't afford to lose the spark™)

(Any Spanish spoken is in italics and is largely translated by Google. Header does not indicate reader's race. I really need to get more creative at making these asdfghjkl)

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Miguel O'Hara was a man who had to be in control at all times. He had to oversee who went on what mission, who to let into the Society, who to hunt down, what universes to monitor, which anomalies threatened the safety of the multiverse...

He was not known for willingly relinquishing his control.

But, being in control all the time, bearing all that weight had limitations. Sometimes, it just became too much and you would need to let it go for a bit, get the weight off your back and relax.

But then... Miguel had you.

You were probably the only respite Miguel had in the multiverse. And you were right under his nose the entire time. He convinced himself to go back to his universe, to visit his brother. He missed him.

But... he went back...

Just to find you. You were spunky, playful, and annoyingly gorgeous. And you happened to be one of Gabriel's newest best friends.

Poor Gabriel had a heart attack when he swung by your apartment to drop off the computer he was fixing for you, just to walk in and see you and Miguel on the couch in a rather compromising position.

You told Miguel you swore that his brother's brain exploded when he almost fainted.

But hey! Your computer worked again!

Not too long after, you decided to make it official. Official as in "he told you everything" official.

Gabriel just made you two swear you'd lock your front door next time.

Right now however, the nostalgia of that day lost its novelty as exhaustion and frustration crept into his body as he dragged his feet into your apartment, unlocking the door with your security code and letting himself in.

There you were. Gorgeous as the day he first saw you

One of his shirts hung off your shoulder, and down past your thighs. He couldn't resist the smile that snaked its way onto his face when he smelled you.

"Ah, Miguel! How is your universe saving thingy going, amor?" You said, flinging your arms around him as he gripped you tight, burying his nose in your hair to inhale the soft scent of you.

Coffee, chocolate, and strawberries. That's what you always smelled like.

"Exhausting." He sighed loosing his grip on you just enough to look down at you. You were so goddamn short.

It was cute, honestly.

You frowned up at him, those gorgeous lips of yours quirking down. "Ven y siéntate?"

Miguel let you pull him by the hand to the couch, where you sat down first and patted your lap.

Miguel smiled again as he accepted your silent request, lying on your couch (though mostly curled up due to his sheer size alone) and laid his head in your lap.

Your fingers dove into the soft chocolate locks on his head, massaging his scalp with your nails and he made a soft groan of contentment at the sensation.

"Now, tell me about it?" You hummed.

"Later... right now I want to relax. Olvida todas esas cosas." He mumbled softly, closing his eyes, his thumb caressing your knee softly.

"Just want to relax." He repeated, turning his face into the plus of your thighs.

He could smell you. And he knew that you knew it.

And you were never one for subtlety.

But you were one for playing coy when it suited you.

"Aw... Miggy." You purr, combing through his hair softly. "You really do need to relax, honey."

"I can think of a way." He growled, turning his head again, so he can place a kiss to the top of your thigh, making you giggle.

"Nuh-uh. How about we switch things up today, hm?" You grin.

He looked up at you.

"¿Qué quieres decir?"

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He should have known.

Of course.

Of course you were waiting for the right moment to breach this subject.

And of course you knew he'd say yes, he almost always said yes to you.

It was... odd. Not unpleasant. But odd. Normally he tops in bed, pinning you down, biting marks into your skin, sucking hickeys here and there as he pounded you into the mattress until your eyes crossed and you were a babbling incoherent mess.

And of course, you also had everything planned out.

Because when you had a plan, you had all your bases covered.

Like right now.

Somehow, you talked him into letting you top him for the night. Taking control from him and just helping him enjoy it. And you assured him he would.

You anticipated the holes he'd tear into your bed with his talons, the curses he'd spit...

What you weren't expecting though, was the soft whimpers and deep groans coming from him. How absolutely pliant he became while you fucked him with the strap-on you had secured to your waist.

You would continue to apply more lube as you fucked him here and there, stopping to grip his hips for stability, the pillow under him helping keep him angled for you.

You half wanted to have him get on all fours so you could fuck him that way, but it would ruin the other part of your plan.

"So good for me." You purr, running your fingers up his abs, tracing the small scars he's picked up over the years.

You jerked your hips upwards, not hitting his prostate but enough to make his eyes roll and him snarl through hissed teeth.

When he cursed, he wanted it to come out harsher. He meant for it to sound more... authoritative.

But all that came out was a whiny, breathy gasp.

"¡Mierda!"

You giggled, and stilled your hips just a moment to grab the bottle of lube, squirting some onto your hand as you wrapped around his throbbing length.

Not that you ever needed to use lube when you jerked him off, the man leaked so much precum that he could just use it on its own.

But, you liked the lewd sounds it helped make when you drag your fist up and down his cock.

He was so big you could barely wrap your hand around him.

You dragged your hand up his shaft slowly, leisurely tracing each vein as you rolled your hips in a consistent pace, not quite giving him the relief he wanted, but edging him just enough that he slowly just became undone under you, like you had so many times under him.

"Awww, cariño..." You tut, jerking him slowly, twisting your hand as you went to the angry and weeping head of his cock, rubbing your thumb over the slit and applying a bit of pressure there.

"Tell me what you want, baby." You grin, giving another sharp thrust, sending a sharp bolt of pleasure up his spine that hit him so hard he audibly gasped and you could hear it as his talons shredded your bedsheets.

"¡Mierda!" He groaned, the noise deep and rumbling and oh so needy that the very sound sent a fresh wave of heat straight to your cunt.

"Use your words, honey." You hum, arching your hips again as his thighs flexed, the muscles taut as he let out a shaky exhale, one arm going to drape over his face.

You clicked your tongue and reached up, swatting his arm aside so you could see that gorgeous face of his.

"Let me see you, mi amor." You say to him, making one long stroke, followed by a few short, hard ones, making him cry out again.

"Again, use your words, baby. What d'you want?"

"Fucking--" He growled. "I want to cum! Mierda I want to--"

You frowned again and let his cock go, slowing your pace to an agonizing crawl.

"Miguel..." You scold.

"P-Por favor." He whined, tipping his head back so you could see his Adams apple bob as he swallowed.

"Thaaaaat's it. I have something for you..." You say, reaching for the small velvet bag that rolled to your knee thanks to the weight dipping the bed.

He looked up at you, his pupils blown wide and his irises glowing a gorgeous crimson as you pulled out a small vibrator.

You smirked with satisfaction when you saw his cock jump, a new bead of precum dripping down onto his abs, adding to the rivulets that flowed down his sides already.

You turned it on and it buzzed to life in your hand, surprisingly loud for such a tiny thing. But damn, did you get your money's worth. You turned it off again and pressed it at the base of his cock, where the shaft met his taut and heavy balls.

"All right, since you asked nicely, I'll allow it."

The moment you turned it back on he dropped his head back with a sound that you swore would shred any other man's vocal chords, especially when you started thrusting where you knew he so desperately wanted it.

You grinned and bit your lip, thrusting up and hard, guiding the toy up and down his bobbing length, not giving him any relief.

You could tell by how tense his abs were and how desperately his hands pawed at your bedsheets that he was close.

"Go on and cum for me, cariño." You purr seductively; you punctuated every word with a thrust.

"Just." Smack!

"Like." Smack!

"This." Smack!

You dragged the small vibrator up to the tip of his cock, and thrust hard one last time, as he practically bellowed out your name as he came, hot ropes shooting out of his dick and coating his abs, parts of his chest, and completely coating the head of the vibrator.

You giggle and switch it off, and pull the strap out of him slowly, amused at how badly he was twitching for you.

"My idea was a good one, huh?" You say smugly.

Without looking at you, he sticks up his index finger.

"This time." He said, his eyes still closed as he came down from his high, his belly painted white.

"Pff. Hey, hey Miguel. Miguel. Hey. Heyyy!" You giggle, looking down at him, tapping his thigh to get him to answer you.

When Miguel finally looked at you, he had a soft scowl on his face, which immediately melted away when he watched you wrap your lips around the head of that damned toy, and lick every bit of his cum off the tip, making direct eye contact the whole time, humming like you were simply sucking on a piece of candy.

"¡Mierda!"

You shrieked and giggled when he pinned you down, spreading your legs with his thighs as he bit down on your shoulder, growling.

"My turn now, chica."

[grapecaseschoices]

FUCKING FINALLY!!!!

I AM FREEEEEE

the ending with alistair was bugged af but i didnt dare replay. the game also made no mention of leliana2wweerfddsswe

NO!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

[mossybeargirl]

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[bigasswritingmagnet]

Fandom: Girl Genius Pairing: Oggie/Oggie's Wife Summary: De night it vos my turn to taste de Jägerdraught, she left camp. Din leave nottin, din take nottin. It vos ten years later, ven ve vos out pillaging, dot Hy found out she had taken someting avay vit her after all.

Ten long years ago a story was left without an ending. Radka believed if she simply stopped telling the tale it would never need to be finished. Before she could tell Ognian about her pregnancy and before he could risk his life taking the Jägerdraught, she fled, leaving the pages of their story open and free of that final note of tragedy.

But the reality is, lives are not chapters in a book, and the story doesn't go away just because you stopped reading. Ognian gets the surprise of his life and Radka has a lot of explaining to do.

AO3 Link | Sequel to The End - Or Lack Thereof

“Vasil.”

The boy scowled at his feet, shoulders hunched.

“Vasil.”

Finally, he lifted his head and met her eyes. Vasil was the spitting image of his father, except for his eyes (which was unfortunate, but better her eyes than be burdened with her chin). Ognian might be dead, or he might be alive, but either way Radka could see him every day in Vasil’s laugh, his voice, in the wrinkle of his nose and the light in his eyes – even if they were the wrong shape and color.

It was exactly what she had wanted, and it was a knife in her heart every time.

But while the face was Ognian’s, that sullen, stubborn glare was all Radka.

“You cannot fight the world for me.”

“He called you a whore.”

“He called you a whoreson.”

“That’s the same thing!”

“Only technically.”

Radka had tried to teach him her way of dealing with people, cutting them with words, which could hurt just as well and didn’t get you in near as much trouble. She thought he might take to it – he had not inherited Ognian’s mental acuity, for which Radka was also thankful – but Vasil found physical retribution faster and easier. 

“I hate this stupid town!” Vasil exploded. “Everyone thinks they’re better than us! They all talk about us behind our backs, and you want us to just smile and ignore it!”

Radka had travelled as far from Mechanicsburg as she could get before travel became too difficult, and settled in a little town called Poveste, which she came to loathe exactly ten minutes after it was too late to leave. The tavern owners were condescendingly sympathetic to a young woman in the family way by a mysterious man she would not name who ‘might be dead’, and allowed her to perform for their guests when they had them, and scrub the floors when they did not.

They even offered room and board in exchange for a percentage of her earnings, but Radka would rather scrape by in the lean winter months than put up with daily compliments about how surprisingly moral she was for a ruined woman.

“You don’t have to ignore it, and you don’t have to like it, but we live here, Vasil, and that means we have to get along with people.”

“So why don’t we just go?”

“Even if we could afford to move, anywhere we could afford to live would be just like this, with no guarantee I could find work.” It was an old argument, and one they had been having more and more frequently as Vasil grew older and less satisfied with the life around him. Radka didn’t like it much either, but what else could she do? Pack up and go to Mechanicsburg and hope whatever family Ognian had believed her?

“We could—”

“You are changing the subject,” Radka pointed out. “I want you to stop fighting each and every person in the world who makes the smallest slight against me. Do you think you might be physically capable of that?”

Vasil opened his mouth, but before he could answer – not that it mattered, she knew the answer would be ‘no’ – the bell in the center of town began to ring the frantic, desperate tones of alarm.

Radka flew to the door and stuck her head outside. Doors were slamming shut, men and women were running for shelter or for weapons. When she looked down the road out of town, she could see a distant red glow drowning the stars.

“Jӓgermonsters! Jӓgermonsters coming from the west! It’s the Heterodyne!”

“Well, shit.”

Radka closed the door and shot the deadbolt home, as if it would buy them more than a few extra seconds.

“Mama?” Vasil was looking up at her with wide, worried eyes. Radka tried to think sensibly. She could not trust that every one of the Heterodyne’s men would recognize her, especially in the chaos of an attack. She needed to think of them as the monsters they were, not as the men she performed for.

“Close all the shutters, lock the back door. Poveste is too small and too poor to be their main target. This is just them blowing off some steam. They’ll burn a few buildings and kill a few cows as they ride through, but they won’t stop.”

I hope.

“How do you know?”

“I know many things. Go.”

Radka took the box with their savings and buried it in the coal box, but left what little jewelry she had lying on her dresser. If someone did come in here, they might not think to look for hidden things if they found something valuable laying around.

They heard the thundering of hooves, the pounding of feet, and the unnatural howling of the Jӓgers — monsters and man alike. Radka clutched Vasil to herself, but when she glanced down at him, she saw no fear in his face, only a grim solemnity that made him look unusually unlike his father.

Vasil was five when he first asked why he didn’t have a father. Radka didn’t like to lie to him, but she didn’t think he would understand if she told him. He had been old enough to understand the concept of death and grief, but far too young to understand the fear of them.

“I had to leave him behind,” Radka had told him. “He might be dead now.” 

“Are you sad?”

“Yes. But I have you.”

You couldn’t prove a negative. If she didn’t see him, it only meant she couldn’t spot him in the dark and the chaos. But if she did see him…

Radka slid open one of the shutters, just enough that she could see the road and the front walk. They were moving fast, and lit only by torchlight and burning buildings, and Radka could not see their faces beyond a jumble of fangs and snouts and fur.

One man, tearing by on foot, snagged the rose trellis at the foot of the path to the door and brought it crashing down, tearing the flowers up by the roots. He didn’t even stop to see his handwork.

“Unnecessary,” Radka muttered.

And realized she was no longer holding Vasil. The door was swinging wide open. Radka looked back out the window and – Vasil. Standing in the road. Holding a rock. Face twisted with outrage.

Radka let out a low moan of horror and lunged for the door. Just as she reached the doorframe, Vasil drew back his arm and threw.

The world seemed to slow. Everything was hushed and distant. Radka’s eyes followed the stone as it slid through the air and thought not this kind of tragedy, not this kind of tragedy, not this kind of tragedy—

Then the rock cracked against the back of the Jӓgermonster’s skull, and the screaming and shouting and chaos came rushing back. Radka’s muscles tensed, but before she could make a move to haul Vasil back inside to safety, her heart stopped in her chest because Ognian turned around.

Ognian.

Alive.

Battle axe clutched in one hand, a military greatcoat over a bare chest, rubbing the back of his head and staring at Vasil with a goggle-eyed disbelief that Radka would have gleefully mocked him for, once. His blonde hair was tucked behind pointed ears and in his open mouth she could see

Vill hyu still let me kiss hyu ven Hy gets de teeth?

fangs, but it was still Oggie. It was Oggie and he was burning the town down around her ears and she was so happy to see him she could have cried.

I will, she wanted to say. I want to kiss you, I will always want to kiss you.  

Vasil pointed at the shattered trellis and uprooted roses.

“You’re a tough guy, huh?” he shouted over the crash of weapons and the screams of excitement and terror. “Yeah, really impressive, knocking down a plant. Why don’t you hit something that can hit back?”

Ognian checked his hand – no blood – and visibly shook himself.

“Hyu go back inside, kid,” he said, sharply. “Vere iz safe.”

Radka felt faint. Her heart ached. Just the sound of his voice nearly brought her to her knees. This had to be love, there was no other way to explain how she could be standing on the wrong end of a Jäger raid and feel for him exactly as she had when she knew him as nothing but her lover. 

Vasil raised his fists, feet sliding into the position she had taught him. He’d learned the fighting part well; it was the your goal is to end the fight and get away as quickly as possible part that consistently escaped him.

“Fight me,” he demanded. “You coward.”

Ognian’s face went hard. He bared his fangs and stalked towards Vasil.

“Hyu vant a fight?” He lifted up his battle axe, which had never seemed to sharp and so deadly as it did now, the light of the burning bakery glinting off its edges like fresh blood.

Vasil stood, unmoving and unafraid, as Ognian stalked towards him. Radka felt panic make her chest go tight. Vasil was exactly as stubborn as his father. Unstoppable force and immovable object: Ognian was going to try and scare him away, and Vasil would call his bluff, and then what would Ognian do?

Ognian raised his axe one handed over his head.

Vasil tensed, drawing back his fist.

Because Ognian was bluffing. He had to be bluffing. He had to be. She knew Ognian, and yes, it had been ten years but she knew even the worst of the Jӓgers thought twice about mowing down children, surely he would never…

Radka realized she was standing there like the prize maiden sworn to be handed off to whichever knight in shining armor won the fight.

“Ognian! Oggie, don’t!” 

Both her boys froze. Both looked to her.  

Ognian’s jaw dropped.

Very slowly, moving no other muscles, Vasil and Ognian turned their heads back to stare at each other. The axe fell out of Ognian’s still upraised hand, landing blade-first in the dirt road and sticking.

Radka darted forward, grabbed them both by their collars, and dragged them into the house. Pushing them inside, she slammed the door behind herself.

“Vasil,” she said, conversationally. “Do you remember the conversation we just had when I said not to fight the world for me?” Radka gestured at the door. “That? That was exactly what I was asking you not to do.”

She was vibrating with nerves and something like fear, her eyes flicking back and forth between Ognian and Vasil’s faces so quickly it nearly made her dizzy. Both were still staring at her, Vasil as if he had never laid eyes on her before, Ognian as if he couldn’t tell if she was real or a hallucination.

Radka wondered what kind of a picture she made to him. Part of her was surprised he’d recognized her – sometimes she barely recognized herself. Her clothes were practical wool dyed practical colors, no flashy silks or low-cut vests. Her figure had gone soft after the pregnancy; life had seen fit to sneak early greys into her ginger curls. Worry and stress had carved their lines on her face.

But Ognian had changed, too, now that she could see him closer in the light. Not older – he would never look older, not anymore – but different. He had never been a fastidious man, but he had kept himself clean cut. Ognian was unshaven, his hair shaggy, looking long out of neglect rather than design. Beneath even that, there was something else she could not quite put her finger on. Something harder and sharper. Perhaps the Jägerdraught changed things on the inside, too.  

Jerkily, she gestured between the two.

“Ognian, Vasil. Vasil, Ognian.”

Radka clasped her hands in front of herself and waited while the two stared at each other. At no point had she ever imagined this moment. Secret sons and fathers were deathbed revelations given by a woman who would immediately die and thus never have to explain herself to either party or face any consequences for her actions.

Radka was in a lot of trouble.

“A Jӓgermonster?” Vasil shouted. “You said he was dead!”

“I said he might be dead.”

“You didn’t say he might be a Jӓgermonster!”

“Because, Vasil, my having had a Heterodyne raider for a lover would be quite a problem here, and you – like your father before you – are a great big blabbermouth.”

“I am not!” Ognian and Vasil both said at the same time, and stared at each other again.

Then Ognian looked at Radka, who forced herself to meet his eyes and not shrink back.

“I was going to tell you,” she said, “and then you were going to be a Jӓger, and you…and then I didn’t tell you.”

No immediate response. Radka’s strength failed her, and she looked away. When at last Ognian spoke his voice was low, disbelieving, and full of pain.

“Hyu did dis to me on purpose?”

“I didn’t do anything to you—”

“Didn’t do anyting?” Ognian interrupted, anger slowly consuming betrayal. “Didn’t do anyting? Hyu tell me hyu von’t care if Hy become a Jӓger, den hyu leave vitout effen a note! Hyu haff my son, und hyu vuz neffer goink to tell me! Hy vould go my whole life not knowink und it iz gonna be a real long life, Radka!”

“No, you wouldn’t know! It would not hurt you, because you were either dead or ignorant of the fact, and therefore, not in any position to be injured—”

“Hyu tink hyu leavink didn’t hurt?” Ognian demanded, and Radka flinched. “Hy thought—hyu said hyu didn’t care but den hyu left!”

Radka shut her eyes. What a marvelous plan she had had, if Ognian had been a character in a story who disappeared the moment he was off-stage. In leaving, she had avoided her tragedy and served Ognian his on a silver platter. Can you still love me when I am a Jäger? No. So very no that she would take off running and never look back.

That was the hardness in his face, she realized. She had cut him deeply enough to leave scars. She’d broken his heart.

“How many soldiers do you know who would be pleased to discover they are suddenly saddled with a pregnant lover?”

“Me!” Ognian shouted. “Me! Hy vould! Hyu tink Hy vould, vut, trow hyu avay? Iz dot de kind of man hyu tink Hy am?”  

“I didn’t know what you would do!” Radka snapped. “It wasn’t like we’d ever discussed it!”  

“Hyu could haff asked!”

“Oh, yes,” Radka said, sarcastically, and put on a voice of poisonous false cheer. “’Hello, my swain, apropos of nothing, how would you feel in a purely hypothetical situation if I were to say, accidentally get pregnant by you just as you are about to become a Jäger?’ Ognian, you have your moments, but you are not that stupid!”

“Hyu iz goink to make fun of me now? Hy’z not an idiot, und Hy’z not a bird!”

Radka stared, brow furrowed, and then put her hand to her face. “Swain, Ognian, not swan. It means lover.”

“Now hyu iz tryink to give me a vocabulary lesson!” Ognian shouted, hysterically. “Vut iz wrong vit hyu?”

“I didn’t want to know!” Radka shouted back. “That was why! It had nothing to do with you being a Jäger, it was about you becoming a Jäger! There was a ninety percent chance you were going to die horrifically, and I didn’t want to know if I was living in a world that didn’t have you in it! You wouldn’t be a tragedy if I never saw the ending!”

Ognian stared at her, mouth wide open. He let out a wordless scream of frustration, burying his hands in his hair. He walked away and then swung back, furious, marching towards her, jabbing a finger at her. 

“Hyu and hyu damn stories—!”

Vasil, who had been watching, silent and forgotten, leapt in and shoved Ognian hard. It was only because Ognian was in motion and caught off guard that it made the Jӓger stumble back a few steps.

“Don’t yell at her!” Vasil shouted, fists clenched.

“Und Hy dun effen know vut to tink about hyu!”

Tears began to stream down Vasil’s face, and Radka’s heart shattered again and again with every word. “How do you think I feel? All my life she told me my father was so great and she loved him so much and I get you! I get a Jӓgermonster and you’re yelling at her and you wrecked our garden and I hate you!”

Radka crossed the floor, dropped to her knees and hugged him tightly. Vasil collapsed sobbing into her arms.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”

Their door burst open and three Jӓgers came pouring in. They immediately screeched to a halt, their laughter dying on their lips. Radka glanced at Ognian, and knew what a picture they made. Mother and son cowering away from the big bad Jӓgermonster.

Not a man having his entire life turned upside down by the woman he’d...

“Get out!” Ognian bellowed, and the Jӓgers scrambled away, the last one even pulling the door shut behind him.

The surprise had drained the tension from the room. Vasil was hiccupping and sniffling, but his tears had stopped enough that he could wipe his face. Ognian leaned against the table, rubbing his forehead and staring at his feet.

And Radka…

“I didn’t think it would hurt you,” Radka said, softly, “because I didn’t think you’d be alive to be hurt. It was too...poetic. I show up to tell you I’m carrying your child moments after you’re chosen for a ceremony that kills most people who take it.” She looked at Vasil, who was watching her with an oddly wary expression. “I never told you that your father might be a Jäger because I didn’t think he was. And he is absolutely right.”

Ognian looked up in surprise.  

“He is perfectly justified in being angry at me for making major life decisions that affected us both, based on the assumption that the real world operates like a story, without his input.”

“So vut vuz all dot about me beink too stupid to die?” Ognian demanded, without much ire.

“Narrative convention would outweigh your intellect, obviously,” Radka said, with a dry and humorless twist of her mouth. “It would have been the perfect end to a romantic tragedy, and I played my part, resigning myself to a life of joyless drudgery, the fire of any kind of happiness gone out save the one piece of you I was so lucky as to get.”

And then Ognian and Vasil turned to each other and shared A Look – the look of two people commiserating over a situation that was exasperating, but not unexpected.

“Yes, alright,” Radka said, irritably.

“Mama…” Vasil said, with great pain on his face. “Mama, that’s stupid.”

“Thank you, Vasil, I am aware.”

“Now,” Ognian pointed out. He glanced at the door and cocked his head, listening. Radka heard it too—the sounds of chaos were a little further away. “Ve iz only passink through on our vay home. Hy can’t stay.”

“Well,” Radka said, standing and brushing her knees off, not looking at Ognian. “I can hardly keep you here—”

“Oh no, no, no,” Ognian interrupted, once more jabbing a finger at her. “Hy dun tink so. Hyu dun get out of dis dot easy. Hy iz not leavink hyu here to have to raise our son all by hyuself. Hyu tought Hy vould die because it vuz a tragedy, but Hy iz still here. If it izn’t a tragedy, it iz a comedy, und hyu said a comedy ends in a vedding or a feast, und Hy…”

He gestured around the room.

“Dun see any food.”

Radka’s mouth popped open.

“That,” she managed at last, “is the least romantic and most personally tailored proposal I have ever heard.”

“Iz dot a yes?”

There was an insistent tugging at her sleeve. Vasil stared up at her, imploringly.

“If you marry a Jägermonster, we don’t have to live in Poveste anymore,” he said, earnestly.

“I…well, no, obviously, but—”

Ognian took her hand and drew her in, putting his hands on her shoulders. Radka’s mouth began to wobble.

“It didn’t even work,” she whispered. “I put everybody through all that and it still hurt.”

“Vell maybe hyu learn hyu lesson for next time.”

He pressed his mouth to hers in the most wonderful, most emotionally complicated kiss of her life. His arms were as strong as she remembered them.

When they pulled away, Ognian’s expression was slightly worried.

“Dot’s definitely a yez, right?”

Radka smiled, her heart swelling, and put a gentle hand on his cheek.

“I am delighted to see you have not grown a single ounce of brain in the last ten years, you deeply stupid light of my life. Yes, Ognian, I will marry you. With all my heart.” 

The kiss was longer and a little deeper this time. They both ignored the quiet blech from Vasil. When at last Ognian pulled away, it was with great reluctance.

“Hy should probably go before anybody sees me.”

“Go out the back. We’ll pack and leave at dawn.” She smiled. “You’re an easy bunch to track.”

“Ve iz takink de east road,” he told her. “De Heterodyne vill camp soon.” He kissed her again, briefly. Then to Vasil, he said “Hey, ven ve get to Mechanicsburg, Hy build hyu a new flower ting, ya?”

“Trellis,” Vasil sniffed. Then, with some forbearance, “Okay.”

Ognian squeezed Radka’s hand one last time, and was gone.

And then it was Radka and Vasil alone, again. If she didn’t look at the broken deadbolt on the door, she could pretend it had never happened. Some strange and terrible part of her brain played the story of her and Vasil running in the opposite direction, leaving Ognian waiting, waiting forever and ever, his heart breaking all over again—

She took a deep breath.

“Vasil, could you start packing? Fast and light. Mama’s going to lie down and have hysterics for a bit.”

[kelloggsenthusiast]

please could you do a carlos alcaraz smut where he brings you to meet his parents and you have a good evening and after he rewards you with sex?

Permanent fixture

Post Cincinnati masters innit

cw: Trash Spanish translations (thank you Duolingo), smut, breeding kink, p in v, hella teasing, dirty talk (it's Carlos alca-rizz pls). Minors dni.

You had met Carlos' family before. That in itself wasn't new. The difference was that tonight you had gone to dinner with all of them, whereas you had only properly interacted with his mum or younger brothers during the time you used to play tennis yourself.

The dinner had gone objectively well, with your boyfriend holding you hand under the table every time he sensed that you were even slightly uncomfortable. That little gesture made your heart melt for him more.

By the end of the night, you were feeling more comfortable seated between Carlos and his older brother, chatting animatedly with his family comfortably.

Back at your hotel, as he watched you brush your hair and get ready for bed, Your boyfriend couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to make you a permanent part of his family. He thought about getting a beach house with you in the south of Spain, with some beach in your backyard. He thought of a dog or three that you would pick. Most importantly, he thought about you being pregnant, your tummy round with his children and him taking care of you.

"a penny for your thoughts, guapo?" she you ask as you turn in your seat to look at him.

"ven aqui," he says, tapping his lap for you to go sit, which you dont hesitate to do

you straddle him and he wraps his arms around your waist, making you comfortable in his lap.

"i was just thinking about how good you looked tonight with my family, and my younger siblings. it made me want to start one with you," he said as his hands go under the oversized Duran Duran t-shirt you were wearing. his warm touch made your stomach turn sweetly. you looked into his soft brown eyes and found sincerity in them, one that you had not been expecting to find.

"do you want me to give you children, mi amor?" he asks ans he lightly juts his hips into yours. you knew what he wanted. you had wanted it too. all night in fact

"yes, carlos," you say breathlessly

his hand comes to the back of your neck as he presses a sweet kiss to you lips. your hips begin to rub against his, making his grip on your waist tighter. you moan into his mouth as his tingue tastes you and his hands run down your body to the hem of your shirt

he reaches under your tee shirt to try and get you out of the cloth and pulls away fromthe kiss to lift it over your head. he looks at you, bereft of clothing exept for your barely covering it underwear.

his hand lifts to toy with your nipples, gently tugging and squeezing the engorged bud. you like.it so much that it makes you bdy arch towards him. his mouthr cobers your other nipple, nibbling and licking and sucking on the taunt flesh. making you hotter. making you weter. making you cry out his name.

"fuck, thats the prettiest sound ive ever heard in my life mi amor," be cooed as he played with your breasts. you began to grind against him with more fevor, making him groan against your chest

"more, please more," you whimper helplessly, desperately trying to get him where you needed him the most, and its like your prayers were answered because he immediately detached from your chest and went to kiss a spot on your neck that he knew drove you mad, all while his hamds made their way down to the hem of your thong. his fingers hooked the silky fabric and began to try and himmy it down your legs. when he realised that this was taking him nowhere, he decided to rip the fabric clean off, making you gasp

unable to hold himself back anymore, he flips the both of you overand kneels at the foot of the bed, pulling you towards him and making himself level with your glistening pussy

"carajo, muñeca. eres tan perfecta," he says before sucking on your hard nub, dragging his tongue against your bundle of nerves.

>"oh my god, carlos,"you moan out as you drag your fingers through him soft dark curls. he looks up at you as he continues his ministrations. he absolutely loved seeing you like this, all flustered and delirious. the total opposite of yourusual composed and calculated self. he loved hearing you beg and scream and moan. he especially loved that he was the onewho did that to you.

you began to grind your hips against his face, despereately searching for more friction until his hands squeezed your thighs, holding them in place. one of his hnds went between your legs to collect some of your wetness on his fingers. need to keep you wet as i can he thinks to himselfas he curls his fingers up inside of you, making your hips stutter. it was driving you mad, how close you were

"come on, bebé, you can do it," he encouraged as he thrusts hisstill curled fingers in and out of you. with a strangled cry and a shuddering body, you came all over his fingers and face. he fingered you through it, whispering to you how good you were for him and how it turned him on to see you like that, at his mercy

he pulled away to undress himself as you came down, but you still watched his every movement.

it never got old to you

oncwe he was fully unclothed, he ran his fingers over your wetness, collecting some of it and using it to stroke himself. he looked so painflly hard and ready. it made you wet all over again, seeing him do that.

he ran the leaking head of his cock obver your slit, ccoating t with his warm precum. it made you let ouf the neediest , most pathetic whimper ever. god, you were so embarrased by it that you bit your lip.

"dont do that, hermosa," he chide as he leaned down to kiss you on the lips."i want to hear all the pretty sounds you make."

his words made yoyr head light, or maybe it was the head of his cock slowly entering your tight pussy. whatever it was, you were enjoying it

"ah, fuck," he groans as he grabs the sheets with his fist. you moaned as well, grabbing his biceps for purchase as he slowly bottomed out in you

"i love you," he whispers as he enters you completely. the sincerity of his voice makes tears spring into your eyes

"i love you," you respond as he begins to slowly thrust into you

his strokes were slow and gentle at first, making you get used to the stretch and intrusion, making you relax so hecould give you what you wanted. your hips began to move against his, meeting his thrusts

"tan bonita, tan preciosa, todos para mi," he groans as he picks up speed, rutting into you with purpose.

your breathing got shallower the closer he brought you to your orgasm. you felt so in love inthat moment as you stared up at him with rose tinted irises. you clech around him as you come for the second time. he continues to thrust into you, this time flicking your clit with his thum. the overstimulation makes you clench and jerk uncontrollably as you cry out his name.

"asi, mi amor, you can do it again.you can give me one more," he groans as his th rusts pick up more speed

"i- i- "you choke out. you feel him getting to you, his fingers on your clit, his thrusts against that ribbed spot inside you, his cock twitching with every thrust

"i cant," you cry out as you feel him get closer and bringing you along with him.

"you can mi amor. you can do it," he grunts. "come on, just one more. i know you can."

your breath catches as you feel your third orgasm wash over you, from the tips of your toes to the crown of your head. your body trembles and yoir pussy clenches, making carlos release his large hot load in you with a groan. you stare up at him as you try to regain your breath.

"i love you, he rasped as he leaned his forehead against yours.

"i love you," you respond , holding him close

[nemolfc]

𝐝𝐚́𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐢 - 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐮́𝐧̃𝐞𝐳

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬*𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, ( 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐦*𝐭 )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭, 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬!!!

" Amor, what’re you doing? "

She turns around to find him standing near the doorway of the kitchen with an amused expression across his face, with a deadly glare she replied with a sarcastic tone, " I’m trying to fix this fucking light as apparently it keeps flickering and I don’t know why! "

A soft chuckle escapes his lips as saunters into the kitchen, placing both hands over her waist — " Come down amor, let me handle this " he hoists her down before climbing up the ladder, while she watched him fix the light bulb. " It was loose, you didn’t see that "

She rolls her eyes playfully, " You know I’m not the handyman amor, you are "

He smirks at her remark, " And don’t you forget it? " he steps down from the ladder then says, " all done "

She beams then leaned in to peck his lips ever so softly before whispering, " Gracias Papi "

He raised a brow as she walked out of the kitchen, a mixture of perplexity and exhilaration coursing through his veins at the fact that she referred to him as such, they’d been dating for three years and not once did she ever refer to him as Papi, not even in the bedroom and the pair were quite adventurous.

He opted not to think much of it, forgoing to ask her as the weeks rolled around in and out at a surprisingly leisure pace – what he noted was, her surprising usage of the term, if he washed the dishes she’d whisper it after they shared a kiss, if he had decided to be gentle and brush her hair after a shower, she’d utter it with a soft smile across her lips, it seemed as if at any given chance, she called him Papi.

And on one night, as he was getting ready for bed – she’d stepped out of their shared bath- room, with a towel wrapped around her body and her hair pulled up into a bun, she offered him a sweet smile before making her way to the vanity table, she reached for her body lotion; he eagerly watches as she begins to lather it across her skin, " You smell incredible mi dulce niña " he states.

She looked at him through the reflection of the mirror and said, " Thank you Papi "

That was it — his eyes had darkened; tone dropping an octave as he said, " Ven aquí! " he said with a dominant tone.

She frowned, perplexed by his tone. " What? "

He shot her a surprisingly deadly look before he reiterated with a dark tone," You heard me, I said … ven aquí "

Still perplexed by his sudden change of tone, she treads over to the edge of the bed and watches as he makes his way over to her, he rests his hand at the back of her neck pulling her in for a feverish passionate kiss followed by him gently nibbling on her lower lip, " Get down on your knees "

Her eyes widened, " What? "

" Listen to your papi baby, I said get down on your knees " He reiterated with force.

She nods quickly, the commanding tone coupled with his darkened gaze sent shockwaves to her spine, she settles down on her knees after removing her towel.

His hand reaches down to caress her cheek with a playful smile, " Good girl, now … " he trails off, pulling his sweats and boxers down before adding, " Come on, be a good girl and make sure papi is thoroughly pleased "

She subconsciously licked her lips at the sight of the prominent length of his cock in front of her, a spec of pre-cum, leaking from the tip, she looked up to meet his gaze as he gestured for her to take him, tentatively, she wraps her hand around his the upper length drawing out a hiss from him while her lips wrapped around the tip drawing out a soft sigh, " Oh, sí, perfecto… así de simple. "

Hesitant, she froze for a mere moment before setting a leisure pace, she moved her hand in perfect synchronization with her lips, while his hand landed on the top of her head, " Such a good girl mi vida, taking in her papi’s cock like that … keep going "

The praise sent waves straight into her swollen pussy that was aching with need, spurring her to bop her head up and down at a rapid pace drawing out strangled moans from him, his chest rising and falling releasing labored breaths, " Joder nena… Oh joder, sigue, ya casi estoy. " he moans.

She trailed her tongue over the prominent veins drawing out a whine from him, " Mi amor " he murmured, a sheen layer of sweat coating his skin as he thrusted himself forward, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat. " Oh yes … "

His cock twitched releasing warm ropes of cum down her throat, she lapped up every drop before he tugged her up then laid her down on the bed, then he proceeded to undress before laying down on top of her and murmuring, " Papi needs his good girl to listen carefully, think you can be a good girl? "

" Sí Papi " She giggled.

Who would have thought a singular term could unleash a brand new side of him?

[simplydannie]

Poisoned (Velvets Version #1)

I haven’t touched on the Poison AU and what ifs in a while. This was inspired by a picture I saw on TikTok here.

TRIGGER WARNING ‼️ MENTION OF UNALIVING/ BLOOD

Jealousy begins to overtake Velvet. Suddenly, she finds her brother in the spotlight. Does this means she’d be forgotten? A blind uncontrollable rage takes over her… one she can’t protect her own brother from.

The cameras flashed, the voices of fans were heard all around. Velvet smiled and waved, blowing kisses left and right.

“Velvet! Over here!” She’d heard them call. She’d pose for pictures and sign autographs. Yes, this was the life she’s always wanted since she was a girl…. To be somebody. For too long she put this life aside all for her brother… now it was her turn.

Veneer never minded that his sister took the spotlight over him. After all the years she protected him from bullies, she deserved it. He’d take every moment to make sure the spotlight was on her.

“Thank you! Oh, thank you!” She gushed as they took her picture…But something began to change…

Was it her, was she being crazy? She began noticing the camera’s focusing on her brother more, his name being called more often. A twinge of jealousy began to overcome her.

“Veneer, we love hearing your voice in the background? But any thoughts on leading a song in the future.” One interview went. Veneer grew nervous, he side eyed his sister.

“Uh, no, no. I’m more of a background vocalist. Vels has always had the talent to sing lead. It’s just in her nature.” Veneer did is best to redirect the conversation.

“Of course she is! But that’s to bad, fans would really love to hear your voice. I’m I right folks!” The audience applauded and cheered. A curiousness began o grew inside Velvet…what was happening? But it would only get worse from there.

Why him? He was a nobody, always was and always would be. He was a nerd who would get bullied at in school…If it was for her, he wouldn’t even be here. And this is how he repays her. She sat at her vanity and looked herself in the mirror. What does that little weasel have that I don’t, she thought to herself. Why is all the attention on him now? A voice kept repeating and repeating inside her head…You’re not good enough. You’re not good enough.

“Stop it.” She said aloud.

Even with the Troll…You’re still not good enough.

“Shut up! Shut up!” She told the voice…The more she tried to stop it, the more it came back with vengeance.

He was always the favorite. Mom and dad would give him everything.

“He was sick. Of course they did.”

He even had you playing into his little trap…You even gave him everything. Even gave up having friends, being popular, homecoming, prom…

“He’s my brother. He’d do the same for me.”

Would he?

Knock. Knock.

“Vels?” Veneer popped his head through her door. “Vels, are you okay? I heard you talking with someone?”

“I’m fine Ven. I’m just tired.” She replied crossly.

“Oh.” He walked over and sat on her bed, his hands balled into fists on his knees. He kept biting his lower lip, “Sooo, do you want to maybe watch a movie?”

She turned him, giving him a questionable look, “What?”

“We haven’t really hung out or do anything like that in a while. That new movie we talked about is streaming. Maybe we could cook up some popcorn and-…”

“No.” She replied coldly turning back around.

“Oh come on Vels. OH! I know, maybe we can watch that new season of that reality show you love-…”

“I SAID NO! GET OUT!” She screamed. A sense of pain crept into her brother’s heart…She’d change…She didn’t want to do anything they loved doing anymore. He could see how consumed she was with this fame…but it’s what made her happy, who was he to question it? She sacrificed a lot for him, why not sacrifice this much for her…

“Oh…Okay…” With that he left her….She wanted to call him back, because once he left, the voices began to creep back in..

Immature. Freak. And they want him to solo?

“They never said anything about soloing…” She told the voice.

Oh but they did! Imagine when they see the potential he has…Why, it will no longer be Velvet and Veneer…Maybe your name won’t even be included anymore…

“Shut up! That’s not true! He wouldn’t do that to me.”

Oh but he would…It seems that he’s growing tired of you already…You have to do something…

Velvet’s eyes began to glow with a tint of pink hue, what was real and wasn’t began to mix, her mind growing in confusion and rage…She was starting to loose control.

You have to do something…He’ll betray you…He’ll take over, grab that attention of love YOU deserve…and keep it all for him…

“….That backstabber….” She said.

They love him. Adore him. They want HIM, not you…You’re irrelevant now.

“Not I’m not! I made us what we are!” She screamed looking at the mirror, her glowing brighter and brighter. “WE ARE HERE BECAUSE OF ME!”

Does he think that? He think’s you’re irrelevant. You have to show him who’s boss…Rid him, before he rids you….

The last words echoed in her mind. Her breathing grew heavy as the pink hue around her eyes grew brighter…Her body felt hot, she began to sweat…

“….Rid him…” She repeated and walked out the door.

Floyd sat in his diamond, hugging his knees….How did it come to this? Why? He did nothing but care for them, or at least try to… but then again…He did threaten to leave them because he couldn’t follow this path they were on. Instead of trying to help, he just watch change little by little…but the change he saw was, scary…as if little by little they were being replaced by something different. by an entirely different being… especially Velvet… he worried for her… His thoughts were broken as he heard the door open. Floyd looked round to see Veneer walking in, a sad look in his eyes.

The teen looked at Floyd….why did he do this to him? He walked up and sat on the chair, “Something… is wrong with Velvet…”

The small Troll glanced at Veneer, he had seen something into make him notice this, “I’ve been thinking the same thing for a while now bud.”

“But what? Why is she acting like this?….This isn’t Velvet, my Velvet… the one who was always there for me…” A sadness crossed his face, “What’s happening to her?”

“I…I don’t know…” Was all Floyd could say. There was silence between them. Veneer looked at the Troll, he grabbed the diamond. The two looked at each for a moment…Veneer then began to open the diamond.

“Ven?” Floyd said, but his name echoed in a voice behind him.

“Ven. What are you doing?” He turned to find Velvet staring at him… her eyes glowing pink.

“V-Vels.” He stuttered.

“Why do you have the Troll?”

“I was just… talking to him.”

“Nothing else?” She saw how his hand was over the lid.

“Y-yes.” Was all he mustered to say. He caught a glint of metal in his sister’s right hand….a knife? “W-why do you h-have that?”

“…Be honest with me Ven, do you ever think about a solo career?”

“N-no of course not!”

He’s lying.

“All this fame isn’t getting into your head. Making you feel that you’re too good for me.” Velvet continued.

“No. Vels what’s going on? You know I’m doing this for you.” He replied setting down the diamond. Floyd watched helplessly as the next events unfolded… she crept closer to him.

He’s doing it for himself. No one else. He’s such a freaking liar.

“Don’t you dare lie to me Ven! All these questions they’ve been asking you. All the attention you’re getting. It’s all part of your plan isn’t it.” She said, the dark circles under her eyes growing deeper.

“Velvet no of course not! I don’t know what they’re saying that! But… I’d never do that to you.” He walked closer to her, “It’s us against all of them right…” Floyd couldn’t warn Veneer in time, he had gotten to close, to comfortable, she was his sister… so he’d never imagine her doing what she did then…

Reaching up with her left hand, she tightened her hand around his throat. Veneer gasped for air “…V-Vels…”

“No… no it’s not is against them anymore….” The pink hue still around her eyes, a redness glinting across them. “It’s just me.”

“Velvet no!” Floyd screamed….Taking the knife she had, she stabbed her own brother on the neck. Floyd turned away, he couldn’t bear the sight. The shock in Veneers face turned to hurt, to betrayal…

“Why?” He gagged as tears rolled down his face.

“You can’t betray me… You won’t now..” Velvet replied as she dug the knife deeper. He winced and cried with every inch it dug…

“….youre…. My sister….. I…. love….” But nothing else came out, his body grew limp. She released him letting his body fall with a thump on the floor.

Good. There’s only room for one superstar now. The voice told her… then it was gone. Her head spun, she wobbled on her feet…

“What the heck…” she began to say. Velvet then noticed the knife in her hand. She gasped and let it drop to the floor… “Why, why do I have that. Vennie?” She noticed her brother’s limp body on floor.

“Vennie?” She noticed his eyes halfway open, the last of his tears falling to the floor…. A pool of blood forming around him. “….oh my god…” She knelt next to him. “Vennie!?” Picking him she shook him.

“VENNIE!”

No answer…. His body beginning to grow cold. She looked at the knife she had dropped on the floor…. The knife that was in her hand..

“No….no…..no…” She looked up to see Floyd. His little head was leaning against the diamond, tears staining his cheeks, “What happened?….Floyd! What happened!” She saw the look of sadness in his eyes as he stared at her..

“Tell me I didn’t do this. PLEASE TELL ME I DIDNT DO THIS!” She began to cry. Velvet picked up her brother’s body and hugged it tightly, hoping it would bring him back… his blood staining her clothes. “PLEASE TELL ME I DIDN’T DO THIS!!” She cried again.

“Velvet…. Something’s happening to you…. Something bad…”

But she couldn’t hear him… she let the pain in her cries fill the air, her eerie cries and screams. She had always protected him… but in the end… she couldn’t protect him from herself…

[thewitchblue]

Recluse Part Three: Mystery Ring

Damian was ecstatic. He managed to bring you to his universe without causing a fuss and without your stupid fiancée at your heels. He'd deal with the vampire-spider hybrid when he inevitably comes to retrieve you after today. They'll find answers to their questions and disable those pesky trackers once more.

"Father, I have our guest."

Bruce turned and ran to hold his son as they step out of the portal. Damian's not one for physical affection often, but he allowed this one time. It showed gratitude towards you for returning him safely.

"Thank you for returning him to me. I was worried he was gone forever."

You grimaced. Your spider sense was going off like crazy. You weren't safe here.

"Yeah, no problem. I'll be going now."

Bruce puts a hand on your shoulder before you could turn around. You flinched away as he said,

"Nonsense. You need to stay for dinner."

You narrowed your eyes and took a step away. You were beginning to consider running and taking Damian with you.

"I'm just here to ask if I can adopt Damian. You can work it out legally on your end, but I'm going to crash at my place until the paperwork is finished."

You could spend the time with Miles in New York while they figured it out. Bruce seemed surprised as you immediately got into why you are visiting.

"Why do you want to adopt my child?"

You pinged your location to Miles with your ring and responded honestly,

"He saved me."

It was a half-truth. Your grip on him helped you stay to the world. He's also seen too much about the Society and needs to be kept closer instead of being pushed away. You want him as your child, yes, but you also need to keep him close so he doesn't reveal crucial information about the mutiverse. You would feel bad if you left him behind with the knowledge of the multiverse resting heavy on his shoulders. He deserves a stable home with lots of tías y tíos (aunts and uncles).

Your spider sense alerted just in time to see Tim again. This time, he seemed nervous. There was no needle in his hand, but he did have a ring that clearly was more than a ring on his hand as well.

You narrowed your eyes at the ring. Something was wrong with it. Outworldly. Alien. It had various coloured stones wrapped around a lead band neatly. If you didn't know better, you'd think it was a gay pride ring, however something was off about it. Your focus was drawn to it like a magnet. Maybe it was the radiation waving off the stones or it was the man himself, you weren't entirely sure. Something about the ring is making your spider sense go crazy. The radiation seemed to be hijacking your spider sense.

It was only then you noticed Bruce was speaking. You awkwardly smile and rub the back of your neck.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that? I was a bit distracted, sir."

Tim shares a look between his family that you don't notice. Your focus was on Bruce and Damian once more.

"I was asking you to dinner. It will be ready soon and you'll be able to meet the rest of the family. I can't give Damian away to a stranger."

You nodded. You were dimly aware you shouldn't accept food from these strangers, but you chalk the spider sense issue due to something about the ring and let yourself be ushered into the dining room.

You find yourself sat between an already sleeping Tim and alert Damian. You noticed three (Cass, Steph, Terry) of the kids trying to sneak photos of Tim, as he fell asleep on top of a big buff guy. Jason, for all he acts like a tough I-don't-want-to-be-here attitude, allowed his brother to sleep on his bicep (he's too tall to sleep on his shoulder).

You cooed at the scene. Immediately you started murmuring terms of endearment in Spanish and gesturing to take Tim into your arms.

"Ven a mí, pequeña (come to me, little one)"

You took Tim off Jason without asking and rest his dead-weight body on you instead so Jason could eat. You ignored the stares and ran your fingers through Tim's hair with a soft smile on your face. This family reminded you of some of your fellow spider people, so it became easy to slip into the family. Something within Bruce fawned over the moment.

"Do you plan to take all my children?"

Bruce asked, amused by the scene. He meant for it to sound light, but there was something behind it. What that something was, you weren't sure. Something chilling that made your spider sense twitch. You tried to send a quick sos signal to Miles and the Society, but there was a delay. You seemed unable to send anything out.

You tried not to freak out, but you were beginning to get nervous. What can you do if you can't get back? How will Miguel drag you back home?

You stare at the food for a moment. You have a strong healing factor, but who knows what they put in the food? You awkwardly apologise,

"Lo siento (I'm sorry). I wanted his brother to eat and this one reminds me of my friend."

You gesture to the sleeping Tim, who is now practically cuddled into your side. He's similar to your version of Harry.

You soften just at the memories you have with the boy. He was still alive and not-evil in your universe. Your universe may be your personal hell, but you still protect Harry and the civilians with your life and visit often.

"Oh really? Would I know the friend?"

Bruce asked. Now he was curious. Another person with scary intelligence might be a good recruit. You shot it down immediately,

"You probably don't. He's mostly stayed in New York."

Not a lie, but not the full truth. Bruce surely would know him. Harry's family is too big and popular to not be on Bruce's radar at the very least. If there even is a Harry in this universe.

You murmured softly in Spanish when Tim stirred to put him back to sleep. You subtly sneak the ring off his finger to study later. Nobody noticed, as their attention shifted to Damian. Damian, Edgelord of Darkness, looked almost soft towards you. He was cuddled on your other side and giving you lovesick eyes. He needs you in the family.

He ate everything on his plate and the plates weren't pre-made, so you hesitantly start eating as well. Damian seemed fine. Cognitive, at the very least.

Damian, admittedly, disliked the vampire-spider you are engaged to, but he could see how happy he makes you so he's willing to let it go. For now. It makes him oddly jealous how happy Miguel so effortlessly makes you. He's such an inadequate man compared to the Wayne family.

Bruce seemed to accept the excuse. Well, he could still recruit you if he can't recruit your friend.

"Well, would you consider joining us? If not the Justice League?"

You grimaced. You were unsure how to dodge that question so you answered,

"I'm not really looking to join anything."

Jason looked at your face carefully as you spoke. His gaze felt like a razor blade: sharp and cold. He didn't want you around his brother or at all, really. He liked you enough. You fit into the family well, but what is your deal? Why are you trying to take away his little brother? What's your angle?

Dick seemed too enamoured to think about the different angles you are trying to come from. You were coaxing them each out of their shells easily, but Jason's mistrust had him keeping his cards close.

"You're staying in Gotham for Damian's schooling, right?"

Dick asked you innocently enough. You debated it for a moment. You could keep him in school, but part of you selfishly wanted him to come with you to see all your tías y tíos (aunts and uncles).

"I don't know if I want to keep him in this city. I might be a bit selfish, but I'd like to whisk him away. He'd get to meet his new family and it would be easier for him find new friends if I transferred him."

Damian eyed his father. What's going on in his head? It didn't seem like he was pleased with the idea. Bruce said in a charming tone,

"At least wait until the end of the school year before transferring him over. It's a big adjustment to move to a different city."

You were inclined to agree. After all, they are already halfway through the school year. It would be jarring to move.

"Sure. I'll find a place to stay in the meantime and you can give me any updates on my little boy."

You pulled Damian closer to your side. It felt almost instinctual. As if your body knows to stay away and keep Damian away as well. Bruce's gaze was piercing and calculating. He was stuck on a thought.

"You could stay with us. It would give us more time to get to know you."

He offered. He needed to keep an eye on you and tell Damian his plan. Your weakness is your sense of family. You seem to be in an internal war between pushing people away and drawing them in, much like he is himself. You shake your head with a smile. You say,

"Oh, no. I have someone who's expecting me in New York. I can take Damian with me to meet all his new family members, if you'd allow it."

Miles got your sos text finally. Your ring buzzed its confirmation that the message was sent. You were starting to relax now, however. There was nothing sedating in the food nor your drink that you can tell. It would have kicked in already.

Bruce's smile had an edge to it. He was sparring you mentally and you were oblivious to his prodding.

"I would like to meet them myself before giving away my son permanently."

Bruce gave Damian a pointed look to tell him to play along. Damian subtly nods from his position at your side. He tried to look timid and shy away from his father's gaze. You pulled him closer to you and narrowed your eyes at Bruce. You were angry at the way everyone here disregards, and, even in some cases dislike, Damian.

You were taking Damian with you. Now that you see Bruce, his own father, almost glare at him, you were pissed. He deserves a loving home! Sure, he's older, but he's still a child and needs a warm home.

"How soon can we leave?"

You ask. The sooner you bring him to your home, the sooner you can show how capable and caring you'd be towards him.

"We can leave as soon as we pack. I have a plane."

You looked at Tim, who was slumped on you fully now and seemingly in a deep sleep. You smile softly at the sleeping man. The others watched as you carefully lift Tim up like one would a kitten. It looked so effortless. As if Tim weighed nothing to you, which he very well might not. You admit softly,

"I don't want to wake him."

The family looked confused. They would have to for Tim to properly pack. Alfred offered,

"I could always pack master Tim's belongings."

Your expression brightened at the elderly gentleman, shifting Tim to hold him one-handed to kiss both of Alfred's cheeks.

"¡Gracias! (Thank you!)"

You gaze turned to Tim as you softly say,

"Tengo la sensación de que no duerme lo suficiente." (I have a feeling you don't get enough sleep)."

You shook Alfred's hand with a grin. Alfred smiled fondly at you. He liked you already. Bruce better keep you around because he'd drag you back if he must.

The family watched the scene wearily. They weren't sure how to feel about you yet. The siblings, Bruce wants to keep you close, and Jason is still sceptical. Jason wants very little to do with you. You're hard not to love, but he's still distrustful.

You seem to be the life of the family already, nonetheless. You follow Alfred happily to help him in his task, leaving the room and chatting with the man.

Bruce spoke first.

"We are going to use Damian as the method for testing on our newest hero and gain any information we can get."

Damian seemed startled slightly. He nodded in acceptance all the same, but he was going to drag his feet throughout the whole process.

"Tell me what you want me to test."