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downrightembarassing · 3 years ago

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Night Out

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A night out with the Ravagers ends up back at the ship in the Captain’s quarters

Self indulgent smut, PWP, the usual mess I write. Lots of swearing.

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“It’s a brothel”

“It’s a brothel WITH a bar”

“I brushed my hair and washed my clothes to come to…a brothel”

Kraglin laughs and smacks you hard on the back. “Well what did ya expect when the Capt’n said the boys need ta relax”

“Whatever, at least I can get a fuckin’ drink here” you reply with a grimace.

“We’re gettin’ a table with the Capt’n, want ta join?” He asks

“Hell no, I don’t want to know whoever’s desperate enough to pay to fuck a robot. Y’all are gross and I’m going to sit at the bar” Kraglin shoves you and you flip him off as you walk away.

Settling yourself in a bar seat facing the mirrors you can almost forget where you are. The bartender is definitely not human, but is able to suggest several drinks that won’t damage you too bad. Sipping on the first one you feel a large presence settle onto the stool next to you.

“What’s a snack like you doin’ sitting alone down here? I could rent a room upstairs and show you the time of your life”

You look over and see the man sitting next to you is obviously from the same planet as the doctor who treated you. He looks like Shrek.

“Wow, you’re so fuckin’ ugly even the robots must have said no. Fuck off.”

He gapes at you, mutters “bitch” and staggers away. “Don’t forget it asshole” you shout at his retreating back.

——-

Yondu watches the whole exchange. He tensed when the man approached you, and relaxed when he wandered away.

Why the hell am I gettin’ like this, he thinks. She’s hot as hell, yeah, but she ain’t interested in me. She’s reminded you several times she’s a grown ass woman and if she wants to pick up some jackass in a bar that’s on her. Resolutely he picks up his drink and goes back to the conversation.

Kraglin walks up to the table with a bottle in hand and a massive smirk on his face. He holds up a wrist com and smacks it down on the table.

“Wassit for” asks Olbo.

“We all know that little Terran gotta vicious mouth, and we all know she’s gonna’ get hit on” his smile grows wider “so I stuck a mic on her and we can listen to some other dudes gettin’ chewed out fer once”

The table grows quiet for a moment before raucous laughter breaks out. Olbo is pounding the table and Tulk almost spills his drink.

Yondu just groans “that mouth a’ hers is gonna get her in trouble”

——-

You hear the table of Ravegers laughing and wonder what the hell those jackals think is so funny. From your seat at the bar you can see their table in the mirrors and wonder why there’s a wrist com on the table.

Whatever you think, just as the next jackass settles himself and starts leering

——-

“I’ve never had a Terran before sugar, what do you taste like?”

“Wow dude. I need you to go look in a mirror. If you don’t have a mirror go buy one. And then say to yourself what you just said to me. Do that, and then have a serious heart to heart with yourself about where you’ve ended up in your life”

“What the fuc-“

“Beat it loser, before I lose my appetite”

Kraglin is laughing so hard he can’t breathe, tears are streaming down Olbo’s face, Tulk has spilled his drink, and even Yondu is smirking. It’s been non-stop for over a half hour of you brutally rejecting every man, woman, creature, whatever that sits next to you. They’re eating it up. The other crew members not occupied by a bot have rolled by to listen as well, proud their little harpy is just as mean to everyone else.

——-

“Christ I just wanted to drink in peace” you moan to the bartender. She turns and gestures to your face, your chest, your white tank top with the top half of your leather jumpsuit tied around your waist with one of her several arms. “Honey looking like you do in here won’t get you a moments peace. Unless you’re already shacked up with one of those Ravegers you came in with you’re just going to have to deal with it”

“Pass” you reply “can I get another of the blue drink?”

“Sure honey, but I’ve got to ask, are any of those boys yours?”

“Nah” you reply, sneaking another glance in the mirror at Yondu

Another man sits down next to you but your eyes stay on the reflection of your captain and crew paying rapt attention to the wrist com on the table.

It all snaps into place, the waves of quiet followed by laughter. The way the whole crew has been dropping by the table.

The bastards! They put a mic on you for some entertainment. Well if they want entertainment, they’ll get it.

——-

Yondu watches the tall Xandarian settle into the barstool next to you. There’s now a group of twenty or so of the crew listening to you rip into men.

“You came in with that group of Ravagers didn’t you?”

Your voice comes across somewhat softer than normal

“Yes I did”

“What’s your name doll-face”

“Here it comes” whispers Tulk

“Y/N, and what’s yours handsome?”

The table grows silent. You weren’t supposed to be nice to the guy!

“I’m Endar. I’ve got to say gorgeous, I can’t believe you came in with that lot. They’re disgusting. You deserve something so much better”

“Oh?” You tease “What’s better? That lot picked me up and I haven’t seen much else besides”

“That’s a damn shame, you could come back with me. I’m an important person on Xandar and as such can take care of you in the way you deserve. We Xandarians do our best to outlaw scum like those Ravagers. Dirty, disgusting trash.” He leans back and looks you up and down “Let me buy you a drink and show you how a real man treats a woman like you”

The man caught the bartenders eye and ordered two of the top shelf liquor. Yondu heard you giggle and starts to get up. He wasn’t sure if he was going to throttle you or punch the guy but something was going to happen.

“Well buddy that was fun, but you should probably get a move on” your voice cracks out of the intercom “thanks for helping me fuck with the crew a bit but I’d rather stick with my Ravenger trash than an arrogant asshole like yourself….who really can’t be that important if he’s sitting in a place like this. Bye”

“What?! You don’t mean that. I just spent credits on these drinks!”

Yondu watches as the man places a hand on your thigh.

“Get your fucking clammy hand off me. Those jackals I call my crew put a mic on me for shits and giggles and just heard everything you had to say about them. I’d get the hell out of here before one of them comes over for a chat” you say as you turn back to your drink.

Yondu watches as the man flushes with anger, reaching his hand back as if he’s going to hit you. His gaze meets Yondu’s and Yondu sneers. The Xandarian pales and quickly exits the bar.

——-

You grab both glasss of the expensive liquor and throw a wink at the bartender. She rolls her eyes and smiles at you.

Sauntering over to the table with your crew you give them a feral smile.

“Having fun boys? I’m SO glad I could be tonight’s entertainment”

They at least have the dignity to look slightly embarrassed. Well everyone except Yondu, he just looks pissed.

You slap the drink and the mic in front of him and look down.

“You know I had to when I realized what you jerks were doing”

“Yeah and now half the bar is pissed as hell at ya. Yer stayin’ right here where I can keep an eye on ya. I knew you’d be fuckin’ trouble with that mouth of yers” he mutters.

You laugh, roll your eyes, and turn to head back to your seat at the bar.

You don’t make it one step before a large hand grabs the back of your leathers and pulls you down. A surprised yelp escapes your mouth and you almost drop your drink. You ass slides on to something warm and firm.

It’s a thigh. It’s Yondu’s thigh. He has pulled you into his lap. Shit.

Hand still tight on your leathers Yondu leans over to hiss in your ear “I told you to sit yer ass down. Yur gonna stay right here where I don’t have tah worry about you causin’ more trouble. I need these boys to relax, not get in a fight cuz you can’t control that fuckin’ mouth of yours”

You’re frozen. Yondu’s thigh is warm and oh so firm. The graze of his fingers against your back, barely touching skin, leaves little pinpoints of heat. You’re barely aware the crew is laughing at you being reprimanded like a child, it’s just static in the background.

Fuck fuck fuck is racing through your head. You feel heat flush your core as he shifts beneath you. All you can focus on is the warm man beneath you. This is bad.

Yondu relaxes as you freeze. He’s thinking that maybe a little humiliation will shut you up for a bit and goes back to chatting with the crew. He allows himself a brief smile, it’s not bad having that excellent ass pressed into his thigh as a bonus. You’re finally quiet, very quiet.

Too quiet he realizes after a few minutes. Normally you’d be talking trash with the best of the crew, but you’re still and silent on his lap.

Not completely still, he realizes you’re shaking. Just a slight tremor that no one can see, but he can feel it where the tips of his fingers rest against the skin of your lower back. Are you afraid of him? But out of the corner of his eye he can see a slight blush rising in your cheeks. That’s new.

You’re trying to calm yourself down. Drink. That’s right there’s a drink in front of you. A drink could help.

Or it could make this ache at the apex your legs worse.

Whatever, it’s a distraction.

Yondu sees you clench your fingers around your glass and raise it to your lips. Taking a big swig, you go to set the glass back down.

He traces a small line against the exposed skin of your lower back with his index finger.

He watches as the drink shakes slightly and you slam it down faster than intended.

He hears your sharp intake of breath.

He moves his finger again.

Did he just hear you moan slightly?

Oh shit why did he do that. The movements of his fingers along your lower back is sending heat directly to your core. Every time his fingers trace your skin you have to stop yourself from leaning into his touch.

Keeping half an ear on the crew’s conversation Yondu continued his slow experimentation . Every movement of his hand causes your breath to hitch and the blush to deepen in your cheeks. Slowly he slipped his fingertips lower, connecting with the waistband of your underwear watching your reactions out of the corner of his eye.

When his fingertips dip lower you can’t help yourself. It might still be a mistake, but with the alcohol in your system you are too turned on to care. You part your lips and briefly close your eyes, enjoying the sensation. Your mind was racing and you lean into his touch ever so slightly, praying he doesn’t notice.

Yondu smirks, his jagged teeth flashing in the dim light as he feels your weight shift. He runs his tongue across the gold caps and decides to push it a little further. There was a fight breaking out, two drunks decided they wanted the same bot and the crews attention was on them.

You feel warm breath on your ear and that insanely sexy rough voice whispered

“If I didn’t know any better I’d think yer gettin’ all hot and bothered sittin’ here in mah lap sugar”

Panic shoots through you, and you tense to get up. No clever quip or excuse comes to mind.

“Fuck. Captain I’m sorr-“

Yondu grips your leathers tighter and pulls you firmly into him.

“Don’t apologize doll, I’m enjoying myself. I’m gonna sit here and play with you for a bit cuz it’s keepin’ that fuckin’ mouth quiet.” He growls “And later I’m thinkin’ I’ll take ya back and enjoy myself some more” he chuckles darkly.

Your sharp intake of breath was all he needed to hear.

——-

You’d been sitting at the table for almost an hour. As people come and go from the table you’re slowly pushed closer and closer to the center of the semicircular booth until Yondu is in the middle with you straddling his leg for balance. Crew of all shapes and sizes stops by the joke, talk, or simply suck up the the captain.

As soon as you’re squeezed into the booth where no one can see his movements, Yondu’s hand snakes around your hip and begins stroking up and down your thigh. It becomes a game for him, the nastier your language gets the further up his hand goes.

You’re just trying to get through this drink. Focusing on berating the crew is helping you ignore the deep need growing between your legs, despite Yondu’s hand trailing lines of white hot fire that you swear you can feel through your leathers.

Tulk makes a comment about your taste in men, or maybe lack there of, and your eyes flash. You lean forward and open your mouth to respond with something especially vulgar when Yondu runs a knuckle directly up your center.

Even through the layers of leather and cotton your entire body jolts and the retort dies on your lips. Tulk give you an odd look but is distracted by Kraglin knocking over his beer.

You don’t even notice.

You can feel your face flush and a new wave of warmth radiate out from your core. Fucking hell, you think, I’m really getting wet sitting in a bar surrounded by these gremlins.

“Not Fucking fair” you hiss at Yondu

He just smirks and rubs harder, switching to using his thumb.

You can’t focus, trying to hold back the deep wave of pleasure rising higher with each stroke.

“I told ya to behave sugar, and if ya ain’t gonna listen to words this seems to work just fine”

He grins wider and in a lower voice rasps “Ya know, from the way yer actin’ I bet you could cum right now, sitting here in front a’ all these ‘jackals.’ Wouldn’t want that now would ya doll.”

You snap your mouth and legs shut, trapping his hand between your thighs. He chuckles and removes his hand, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

That sigh quickly becomes a yelp of surprise when he slides his hand down the front of your leathers, past your underwear, and runs a thick finger between your folds.

“Ohhh. Fuck” you gasp out, your legs falling back open as your body reacts to his touch. His finger slides along your slit and you can both feel what a mess you are downstairs from his teasing.

“Fuck you’re wet” he growls. Your eyes open in alarm and he chuckles.

“Don’t worry darlin’ no one’s looking this way at tha moment” he whispers “I just wanna taste.”

He slowly withdraws his finger completely, bringing it back up to the table, and stirs his drink with the digit already dripping from your sex.

You can only stare with your mouth wide open and he gives you a crooked, cocky smile, and drains his glass.

“Sweetest drink I’ve ever had here” he laughs.

You can’t help it, it’s too fucking hot. Licking your lips you sway slightly, grinding down onto his muscular thigh.

——-

Kraglin sees you sway, eyes slightly closed, and comes to the (blessedly) wrong conclusion.

“Easy there, Y/N, I think ya’ve had enough. I can git ya back to tha ship” he slurs, standing up and listing slightly.

“It’s fine boy, a gotta’ get some work done anyways” Yondu smoothly interjects. “If ya hooligans would move outta tha way I’ll git her back.”

There’s a confused shuffle of inebriated bodies and then Yondu is gripping your upper arm and walking you out of the bar. Brothel. Whatever.

The cold air outside the door hits your lungs in a rush and clears your head a bit. You glance at the powerful man striding next to you, still holding tightly to you. Your cheeks flush with a mix of emotions, embarrassment, apprehension, and a healthy dose of lust.

“Sir” you say “I can damn well walk on my own” stumbling a little as he pulls you along.

“Nah uh girlie, I ain’t lettin ya go until you’re back on mah ship. Too many of those fuckers you pissed off sneakin’ around here” His tone is businesslike and clipped.

“You could slow down a little, it’s not like I’m going to run off” you snap back.

Yondu stops and turns you to face him. His eyes rove up and down your figure intently, lingering on your cleavage before meeting your eyes. You blush under the scrutiny, looking down.

“Heh, I wasn’t sure ya could do that”

“What?” You reply looking up in confusion.

“Blush” he replies “it’s adorable. Much better than ya spittin’ venom at some poor bastard”

“Hey now-“ you start, temper rising again.

“There it is” he growls and to your surprise grabs your hips and slings your body over one broad shoulder.

Christ he’s strong, you think. Heat slams back into your core as you realize all those nights alone with him in the hangar, working on the Y-ship….he could have done anything he wanted. You swallow hard and keep mercifully quiet for the rest of the walk back to the ship.

——-

Yondu doesn’t set you down until you’re in front of his cabin door. You stumble a bit from the change in view and before you can form a conscious thought he’s pushed you against the wall and his mouth is on yours. You gasp and he snakes his tongue inside, kissing you hot and heavy. You wind your arms around his neck and hold tighter. Teeth and tongues crash together as his hands roam every part of you. Squeezing your breasts, sliding down across your stomach, past your hips, cupping your ass, you have to break away panting. He wastes no time, bending his head to nibble at the joint where your neck meets your shoulder.

You moan breathlessly, head falling back against the cool metal of the ship. He slowly raises his head, removes his hands from your ass, and pushes back slightly panting.

“Do ya want this?” He rasps, his eyes clouded with lust.

It takes a minute to register his words, your entire body tingling from the loss of sensation.

“Please” you whisper.

“Please what” as he runs his tongue over his jagged teeth.

“Please fuck me Captain” you whine, and flush at how needy your voice sounds.

That damn cocky grin spreads across his face as he keys the pin for his door and pushes you inside.

——-

The room is simple. A large bed covered in furs dominates the center of the room, a small bar in the corner, another corner with a desk and screens to monitor the ship, and the wall across from the bed completely open to the night sky. You gasp as Yondu picks you up and places you on the bed, facing the large viewing port and space outside.

He turns to the bar cart and mixes two drinks as you take in the stars spread out before you.

Walking in front of the window, he hands you your drink, and steps back to lean against the edge of it.

You’re suddenly unsure. He was hot and heavy just outside his room, and now he is….standing there. He just stares at you sipping his drink, eyes glowing. Nervously you raise your glass to your lips.

“…strip”

You sputter around a mouthful of the liquor “what?”

“I said STRIP. I’ve been waitin’ over a month ta see what’s under those damn leathers, ain’t gonna’ wait much longer” he growls, fingers tightening on his glass.

“oh…ok” you stutter, silently swearing at yourself for the nerves. He seems distant and you’re not sure where this is headed now. You bend down to remove your boots, kicking them off the edge of the bed. They’re followed by your socks and leathers.

You kneel on the bed, dressed in your white tank top and underwear. Fingering the bottom shirt you glance up at him. His eyes are fixed on your body, pupils blown out so only a thin ring of color surrounds them. The implant glows briefly as small sparks shoot through it.

Fuck it, you wanted this and rip off the tank top. Keeping eye contact you slowly unclasp your bra and pull it down, arching your back to give him the best possible view of your chest.

Well that got a reaction you think to yourself with a smirk. As soon as your breasts came free he groans, moving his hand to his crotch to adjust himself. His eyes roam over your body, drinking in the sight of you naked, aside from your skimpy thong, kneeling on his bed.

With one last swallow you down your drink and place it on the table next to the bed. Might as well give the man a show you chuckle to yourself. Turning around you rest your face and chest on the bed, providing him with the best view of your ass and the barely there piece of fabric covering your sex. Reaching back you slowly peel the soaked thong from your body, dragging it down your thighs.

There is a sharp intake of breath behind you and sudden movement. Two large hands grip your hips pulling you to the end of the bed and you moan in anticipation.

——-

You weren’t quite sure what to expect but it wasn’t this.

Yondu’s on his knees at the edge of the bed, hands gripping your ass, as he spreads your cheeks wide and takes a long slow lick.

Your breath explodes out of your lungs as you feel his tongue part your lips, moving from your clit to your entrance at a torturous pace. After the first pass he dips in again…and again….and again taking time to probe every nook and cranny. He probes his tongue deep into your entrance while you buck your hips and moan his name.

“Ohh. Oh fuck. FUCK Yondu”

Yondu groans deeply. He’s never tasted a woman this good. It should be illegal to taste and smell like this. Listening to you swear around his name just adds more fuel to the erection pressing painfully against his leathers.

“Fucking hell” he growls, reaching one hand down to unzip his pants for some relief.

Leaning back for a breath he watches your ass twitch slightly as you pant into his blankets. I gotta see those tits move, he thinks as moves his hands back up to your hips and flips you.

Your eyes widen slightly in shock, still not used to anyone being able to manhandle your 5’10” frame. You see Yondu’s pants open with his erection stretching tight against his boxers. He looks down and shrugs “it got tight.”

“Maybe I can help” you tease

“Not quite yet sugar, I wanna taste a bit more” as he bends his head and resumes his explorations. He notices a tight bundle of swollen flesh at the apex of your sex and runs his tongue over it. Your reaction is electric, arching your back off the bed and gripping his implant.

“Hooooly shit, ohhh fucking hell” you gasp.

Yondu grins and assaults the newfound pressure point. Soon he’s got you writhing and shaking, one strong arm firmly anchoring your hips to the bed as he devours you.

“Ya gonna cum sugar?” he rasps around his mouthful.

“Oh my fucking god..yes…..please….god yes Yondu”

“Good” he mumbles and increases the speed of his tongue. His eyes are glued upwards watching your chest arch and shake and you near your climax.

Your orgasm hits hard, gripping the furs as a long guttural moan rips out of your throat. Yondu continues licking your dripping wet entrance as your thighs shake until you push his head away, panting.

Dazed, you raise your head to look at him and he smirks back as he wipes his beard.

“Damn darlin’ I was gonna’ be mean to ya but ya just tasted so sweet.”

“Fuck you” you groan, letting your head fall back into the pillows.

“That mouth ah yurs is still just as wicked as ever though” he frowns.

You sit up and reach for his erection, slowly massaging it as you pull his boxers down.

“oh captain, you have no idea”

——-

Yodu’s hands are fisted in your hair as he grunts and curses above you, snapping his hips hard to pump his cock deep into your throat. You moan around his length as he presses in, choking and gasping as he pulls out. Tears stream down your cheeks and saliva drips out of your mouth to coat him from base to tip, leaving trails on his leather pants. You hadn’t given him a chance to get his clothes all the way off yet.

You’re kneeling on the floor in front of him, one hand splayed on his hip for balance while the other strokes his balls.

Blue balls you think in the back of your mind, and giggle as best you can. He pulls his length out and you take a deep gasping breath before running your lips along his shaft. To your delight his cock is bigger than you’ve seen and lined with firm ridges that caught your lips as he pumped in and out. It’s blue, fading darker towards the tip, and you had whimpered in anticipation at his size.

He takes a few deep breaths and pulls your hair so you look up at him. He sneers, lips pulling back slightly over his jagged teeth.

“It’s nice ta know that mean little mouth of yours is good for somethin’ besides cussin’” as he breaks into a smirk.

“Git yer ass back in bed, I ain’t done yet darlin’”

——

Laying back in his bed you shiver slightly as you watch him strip off his leathers. The duster goes first, followed by the jacket and shirt. His chest is covered in scars, broad and solidly muscled. Your fingers twitch, aching to run your hands across it.

Yondu looks down at you as he kicks his boots off, naked and spread across his bed. Fuck, he thinks, she’s like nothing else I’ve ever had. Drop dead gorgeous, mean as hell, and almost like she’s made for pleasure. Are all Terrans this way? Finally pulling his pants and boxers down he climbs into bed and covers your mouth with his. She’s gonna be MINE he thinks as you moan softly into his mouth.

Yondu’s hands are everywhere, roaming over your skin. He dips his head and licks a white hot strip between your breasts before attaching his mouth to your collarbone and sucking . He bites down hard and you feel stinging pain as his teeth break skin slightly.

“Shit Yondu! People can see that there!”

“That’s tha point sugar” he growls as he refocuses his attention to your chest. His teeth scrape gently against your nipple as his tongue teases it hard and aching. His hand mirrors his mouth at your other breast while you moan underneath him. His rough callouses scratch your skin you feel new wetness spreading between your legs.

Leaning back Yondu uses his knees to keep your legs open and he pulls you flush with his groin. You gasp as you feel the tip of his cock run through your folds. A moan is pulled out of you as he lines up with your entrance and pushes in deep with one firm, smooth stroke. He stops for a second, breathing heavily, allowing you a moment to adjust to his size before starting to rock his hips.

You’ve never felt so full. The slight burning pain as he entered you reminded you how long it’s been since you’ve done this…and how badly you need it. When he starts moving his hips you throw your head back, lost in the sensation.

“Yondu..oh…..ohhh fuck Yondu”

He smirks “you like that doll? You like this big blue cock filling you up?”

Shit. The filthy language in his deep rasping voice added another layer to your growing orgasm. Eyes closed, all you could do was nod as you arched your back off the furs slightly. He felt incredible. The ridges along his length massage your walls like nothing you’ve ever experienced and you whimper with each stroke. Your second orgasm is building already and your legs start to shake.

Yondu looks down at your flushed body, watching his cock move in and out of your slick sex. He reaches down to fondle a nipple before hoisting your legs over his shoulders. He holds you there, fucking you slow and deep, while you writhe and fist the furs around you.

“Open your eyes sugar, I wanna see ya cum”

The change in position allows him to reach deeper inside you, brushing his ridges against your sweet spot. At his words you open your eyes and manage to prop yourself up on your elbows, watching him fuck you. He begins to move faster, his hips smacking your ass harder, and you groan deeply. His small smirk stretches to become a smug grin as he feels your body begin to twitch. The noise of your hips colliding becomes wetter and wetter, echoing lewdly around the room. He licks his thumb and reaches down to roughly rub your clit.

“Ohhhhh FUCK. Fuck Yondu I’m gonna cum. Fuuuuuck”

“Atta girl, cum on my cock” he growls, watching you intently, and increasing the pressure of his thumb.

At his words your entire body clenches and your orgasm hits in a rush. Your back arches even higher as you gasp his name over and over. Twitching and moaning you ride the high until it subsides and you lay back panting. After a couple seconds your brain function slowly returns and you realize he’s not moving. He’s still seated inside of you, his eyes slightly wider than normal, gripping your calves with enough force to hurt.

“What the fuck, ow” you pant

“What tha hell was that?!” He gasps, little tremors running through his body.

“What was what?” Genuinely confused

He looks down at his cock, still feeling the aftershocks of your sex clenching and spasming around him.

“Whatever ya pussy just did. All the twitchn’ an’ clenchin’” he says through gritted teeth, barely holding his release back through the sensations.

“Oh” you reply “does that not happen…out here? It’s just…..I don’t know…….what happens” you manage to get out

“Fuckin’ hell Y/N, I swear ya Terrans were made for this!”

“For what?”

His cocky smile is firmly back in place as he releases your legs and looms over you “Fuckin’”

You blush deeply as his statement and try to think of a response. Before one comes to your orgasm addled mind he shifts back and pulls out slowly. His cock is still achingly hard and you whimper slightly at the loss.

“Now turn over baby girl, stick ya ass up. I wanna feel that again”

You’re still shaking but you move to comply with his request. Getting into position you feel his hands caress your ass, moving closer and closer to your center. In this position you can feel the slick down your thighs and you whimper again as the cooler air hits it.

“Fuck you are one gorgeous sight sugar. This ain’t gonna’ be gentle”

You moan loudly as his words, and attempt to lean back onto his waiting cock.

“Oh darlin’?” He asks “Ya want it rough?” He lets out a short bark of laughter. “That I can do.”

He grabs your hips and slams his length into you and you bite into the furs to keep from screaming. The new position stretches you in all the right places, his ridges hitting all the right angles. His hands grip your hips tight enough to leave bruises as he set a punishing pace. Despite everything you can feel another climax growing, every stroke pushing you closer and closer. More wetness drips from you, adding to the slick down your thighs and reaching up to his lower stomach.

“Ya one dirty little girl darlin’” Yondu grunts “Ya like bein’ used”

Your pussy clenches at his words and all you can do is moan. Your noises are getting louder and louder as you feel him chase his own release. He breathing becomes ragged above you and he fists a handful of your hair, arching you back.

“Filthy Terran” he growls as he pistons in and out “Takin’ this big blue cock so well”

It’s all too much, the sensations, his voice, the not-quite-painful pressure on your hair. You feel your sex clench around him again as you tip over the edge of an earthshattering orgasm. As the heat explodes in your core you bite your lower lip to keep from screaming, guttural moans tearing out of your throat.

Yondu fucks you through your climax until he too comes undone. Letting go of your hair he grabs both hips as you shudder around him, thrusting in deeper to milk every bit of his orgasm into you. He falls forward, forearms braced next to your twitching ass as he takes a few shuddering breaths.

“Shiiiiiiit that was good” he groans, sweat dripping off his chest to land on your back. As he comes down from his high he watches your shaking slowly subside and your breathing even out. After a minute he slowly pulls his softening shaft out and stumbles to the bathroom for a towel.

Laying ass up in the furs all you can do is moan softly as he pulls out and you hear water running. You feel his bulk settle back onto the bed and you squeak as you feel a warm rag begin to softly clean the mixture of sweat and cum off your thighs. You relax into the surprisingly gentle touch as he moves up to your sensitive and well used sex. Groaning slightly you open your legs to provide him better access and you’re rewarded with a deep chuckle.

When he finishes his ministrations he drops the rag and rolls into bed naked. You tense in surprise when his strong arms wrap around you and pull you into his chest.

“Guess I’m sleeping here”

“Gotta keep an eye on ya” he grunts, “can’t let tha crew know how much sweeter ya are with a cock in ya.”

“…..I’m not sweet” you mumble, already falling asleep

You don’t feel him press a soft kiss into the back of your head as he curls his arm tighter around you

#yondu udonta #yondu x reader

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megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms · 4 years ago

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Crumbled Kingdom

Based on this request: Oooh, how about Labyrinth where the reader comes to the crumbled Labyrinth after Sarah rejected Jarath and reader helps his broken heart? I just need a little flangst, if that’s okay.

Here you are! *Familiar Characters are NOT mine!*

Fandom: Labyrinth

Warnings: Angst with a semi-happy ending, a little bit of tension.

Pairings/Characters: Jareth x reader, Hoggle

"I wish the Goblin King would come and take us away right now," you whispered. You felt slightly foolish saying the words from the book you'd grown up reading and had been reading to your young sibling when things got bad at home. While you were technically old enough to move out on your own, you couldn't leave your sibling alone. That night was particularly bad, prompting you to utter the words that part of you hoped would send you away where those people who neglected you would never find you.

Your hopes were answered when you woke up to a slight crying of your name. You opened your eyes to find your sibling looking down at you with wide, teary eyes. You were immediately on alert, shooting up to make sure they were okay. You looked around in surprise. "What the-" you began but stopped yourself. Little ears hear everything after all.

"I'm scared, Y/N." You hugged your sibling close and attempted to smile. You didn't want to frighten them more. You let yourself take in your surroundings. Something looked familiar and yet, not. Everything around you was in a state of ruin and chaos. Crumbled and moss covered stone stood alongside dead hedges like those that lined the walls of a maze. You knew you'd heard about a place like this before but it wasn't until you heard the trickling of water that you made any sort of connection.

You followed the sound of the water, holding your sibling close to you. It didn't take long before you stumbled upon a broken and algae-ridden fountain. But that wasn't what caught your attention. It was the creature that stood around the same height as your sibling. "Excuse me?" The creature jumped and turned to you.

"Oh, excuse me." You cocked your head to the side, your memory trying so hard to catch up with what you were seeing. "Who are you? C-Can you show us the way out?" The creature looked between you in confusion. "Two? There's never two. Name's Hoggle."

"Hoggle? Like from the book?" your sibling piped up. You glanced down at them and then back at Hoggle. "No fuc-freaking way. There's no way. It's just a story." Hoggle chuckled humorlessly. "A story. Tell that to the Goblin King. Ever since…since her, thing's been different."

"Her? Sar-" Hoggle shushed you. "Don't say her name. Jareth's magic may have lessened but he sends the Cleaners if anyone mentions her name. Broken, he is." You exchanged a glance with your sibling. You remembered your mother's stories about her "crazy" friend Sarah who told her all about the Labyrinth. Without a word, you knew that you and your sibling agreed that it was time to get out of there. You wouldn't go home, but you couldn't stay here. "How do we get out?"

"Same way as always. You have to beat the Labyrinth. Thirteen hours. But the Labyrinth is even more unpredictable than before." You nodded and sighed. "I know, but I have to try. I have to protect them," you said, gesturing to your sibling. Hoggle let out a groan and showed you the entrance to the Labyrinth. "Come on," you told your sibling, "And stay close to me."

*Several hours later*

Hoggle was right. The Labyrinth had been more unpredictable, but thanks to reading the book so often as a child, you knew which landmarks to look for. You learned from the mistakes of the book's heroine. It wasn't easy by any means, but it wasn't as difficult as you were expecting, although you did nearly get stuck in the Bog of Stench. Not that you'd say that out loud. While you hadn't seen hide or hair of the Goblin King, you didn't want to risk his wrath after what had happened with Sarah. Clearly it was bad if the kingdom was in such a state of ruin.

To your surprise, the drawbridge of the castle was lowered when you finally approached. You were exhausted and your legs felt like they were going to give out. The only reason you kept going was for your sibling. "We're almost there. Do you think we made it?" You have them a smile. "I hope so. Come on. We have to get through the castle. We have to see the Goblin King." Your sibling looked more scared than they had since the moment you woke up in the Labyrinth. You hugged them close. "It'll be alright. I'll protect you."

Your footsteps echoed on the stone floor of the crumbling castle. The sound was a mixture of ominous and comforting. It grounded you since you had absolutely no idea what to expect from the king when you finally encountered him. At the same time, the sound sent a shudder down your spine. It was far too quiet for such a large castle.

It took you a while and several mistakenly opened doors to find what you were looking for. The throne room. You pushed open the doors, expecting to be greeted by goblins or guards or traps. Instead, you came face-to-face with an almost empty room. The only person in the room was lounging across the odd throne. He didn't even look up at your entrance.

"It's him," your sibling whispered, "It's Jareth." You nodded, but kept your eyes on the Goblin King. You took a step closer, but froze when Jareth finally spoke. "Stop. Don't move." His voice sent shivers down your spine. He looked to you, swinging his legs off the arm of his throne and standing much more gracefully than you expected. "You've beaten the Labyrinth." You nodded. "Yes. We'd like to leave now."

"Then you know what you should say. Say it! Bring the rest of my kingdom crumbling to nothing! Just like her!" You jumped a little. "Y/N, I'm scared." That caused you to straighten yourself up and glare at the Goblin King. "This wasn't Sarah's doing," you stated, "This was all you. What kind of king are you?! It's a king's duty to care for his kingdom and his people! So what? Sarah left and you let all this happen! She was fifteen! A child! You're not a king. You're a spineless coward! A little kid playing at being a king."

Jareth's face twisted into a mask a pure rage before he schooled his features again. Before you could even react, he was in your face. You fought against your instinct to run away. For some reason, you didn't think he would actually hurt you. His nose touched yours and he hiss, "You know nothing."

"I know she hurt you. I get that. But you hurt your kingdom. Your people," you whispered to him. You knew about pain. You knew how it could cut you so deeply it seemed like you would never recover. It softened your heart toward him a bit. Your sibling called your name, prompting both you and Jareth to look at them. They were now surrounded by curious looking creatures. The goblins, you assumed. They were examining your sibling as if he had been hundreds of years since they last saw a human. Since you had no idea how time passed in the Labyrinth, it's possible it had been. They reminded you of children that needed care and love.

"Look at them, Jareth. They need you. They need their king. I think that's why they brought me, an adult, here instead of just (Y/S/N). They wanted to help you so that you can help them." Jareth scoffed, but didn't look away from the goblins. "You cannot help." You smiled a bit. "Maybe I can. If you let me. What harm could it do? Let me help you, Jareth. I swear I won't leave until I've at least tried."

Jareth backed away slowly, his eyes turning back to you. "Do not make promises you cannot keep. The magic of the Labyrinth will hold you until your promise his fulfilled or until you fade away." You met his gaze. There was a storm brewing in his eyes. You could feel the gazes of the goblins on the two of you as Jareth sized you up.

"I swear it," you repeated. Jareth continued staring at you, the tension in the room thickening. You heard giggles from all around you, but you ignored them. You were on edge as you waited for Jareth to say anything. "Do you really think you're strong enough for this?" You snorted out a laugh. "I think the better question is are you prepared to handle me? I've been told I'm quite the handful."

"Well you are!" your sibling interrupted with a laugh. The small goblins joined in the laughter. You rolled your eyes before turning back to Jareth. "Well?" Jareth took another step back and gave a small nod of his head. The next thing you knew, someone grabbed your hand and pulled you over to the growing throng of goblins. You couldn't help but smile at their enthusiasm and your sibling seemed to be enjoying themselves.

As you were being passed between the goblins, you missed the miniscule smile that made its way to Jareth's lips. You didn't know it, but a small spark of hope ignited in his chest and he could feel the Labyrinth's magic seeping back out toward the kingdom. Maybe you were the key to rebuilding his crumbled king and, perhaps eventually, healing his heart.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

#labyrinth #jareth #jareth the goblin king #jareth the goblin king x reader #jareth x reader

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lustbile · 4 years ago

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To Provoke

Incubus!HaechanxReader

Word Count: 4.4K

Warning: dom-ish haechan, semi public (alley way), oral&fingering, biting, blood consumption, & can maybe be interpreted as degrading but not really

notes: a resounding thank you to whoever gave haechan curls and horns im in love with you nct stylist person. I wrote this all today and it made me stupid so I will try to go through and do more editing. Also not that I think anyone would, but I made the edit for this, horns and all, and im asking politely no one repost it, i know it’s not the most extravagant edit but im asking u pls.

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You were trying to provoke him.

You were always trying to provoke him.

Everything you did, every move, blink, sigh, and turn was an attempt to pull him from the shadows.

To admit you’re addicted to him is embarrassing, degrading even, especially with the way it fills his chest and wild eyes with hunger and pride. His ego was one thing that never needed to grow, big enough to fill every nook and cranny of the universe, but something about the way your pretty eyes would glitter at him in awe pushed it over the edge in free fall.

The outfit you chose to wear was maybe a bit too revealing for the weather, the nipping cold dancing along your shoulders and thighs in a way that makes your stomach clench and your teeth chatter. But it was the same outfit you had worn on the night you had met him, the outfit that his greedy fingers tugged and pulled on to get access to your skin, and it still had the smallest of tears in the seem from his impatience that night.

But it got you attention, and that's what mattered in the end.

He had always had a jealous streak, something he’d deny sharply if you had the nerve to accuse him, but that didn’t change the fact that some of your best nights with him were spent after he showed up to remind you that your body and skin were for him only. And that jealousy was the exact thing you needed to get him to show his face again.

It had been far too long since you had felt him last. You had no clue where he could have possibly ran off to for such a long time, but that didn’t stop the fire that was building in your belly. And no matter how many times you tried, your own wandering hands were never enough to quench your body’s thirst like he could.

The man you spoke to at the club meant less than nothing to you, even when you felt his growing excitement pressing against your back when you agreed to dance with him. The sloppy kisses you allowed him to press against the skin of your neck felt no different than just air as your mind was too distracted by the man that had taken ownership of your heart and soul so long ago, regardless of his absence.

It didn’t feel long before the lights became too bright, the alcohol that sloshed in your cup too bitter for your tongue, and the smell of the strange man too stale and unfamiliar. But when you pushed away from his chest and checked the time on your phone, while you ignored his grumbled complaints of you being a tease, you saw that it was only a handful of minutes past midnight.

You had stayed out much longer than that before, much later in fact and with glee, but something in your chest, a heavy and daunting weight, was pulling you towards the entrance on unsteady feet and a taunting disappointment on your shoulders.

Your mind still felt muggy even after you broke away from the stuffy environment of the building, but you brushed it off as a combination of the minimal alcohol you’d consumed and the angry unsatisfied monster that had made home in your gut.

You had enough of a head on your shoulders to scan your purse for your pepper spray and pocket knife before you decided that maybe the short walk home would help clear your mind and disappointment. It was still cold, your icy fingertips begging for a uber or cab instead, but you were hoping the biting chill would help calm down whatever lustful beast you had become because of a man you couldn't even contact.

Your legs felt too heavy to carry with every step you took, your neck feeling like your necklaces were made from tons of lead instead of whatever cheap metal the random online store you had ordered them from used. You were grateful that the only company you had on the back streets you had chosen to take were the flickering street lamps and the skittering rats you could hear in each alley you passed.

You could almost taste the relief of the cheap bottles of wine you had stashed in your kitchen paired with a trashy netflix horror film when you turned onto your street, your apartment building somehow looking inviting with its old brick and foggy windows as it sat on the corner. The only thing stopping you from kicking off your heels and making a run for it being the memory of one of your less than polite neighbors dropping a large glass vase and not feeling any need to pick up the broken pieces before leaving for the day.

Instead you grit your teeth to help bear the pinching of your shoes, and break into a quick and awkward jog down the desolate stretch of sidewalk. Your eyes watering as you're met with icy air.

Peace and warmth and cheap familiar alcohol is only a few strides away when you hear it. To anyone else in the city it would have been no different than the sounds of an everyday creature scavenging in the trash for food, but you had lived here long enough to know what's a rat or raccoon or, in this case, a cat.

It was a stray you had befriended long ago, one that could climb and duck into your conveniently opened balcony door for a bowl of food and a scratch behind the ears. It was just a sweet little boy that was grey and covered with scratches and scars, but due to a no pet policy had to be kept labeled as a stray and a secret to your landlord.

You huff in frustration, assuming he would have been curled up on your couch when you returned home and not chasing rats in the alley next to your building, but he had always been mischievous from the day you met him. So with the hope that you could block his image from the security cameras, you turn and head into the dim light of the small alley.

You had lovingly dubbed him Oscar when you came home more than once to your trash can tipped over and learned he had a special love for garbage, and that name along with some weird chattering cooing left you mouth as you tried to coax him from whatever trash can he was creating chaos within.

Your teeth were already gritted and you back stiff as the playful feline found enjoyment in jumping out and scaring you in times like this and you assumed this time would be no different as his evilness seemed to only raise as it got deeper and deeper into the night. So you were already mentally prepared for an attack from an overly excited ball of fur, what you weren’t prepared for was a voice.

“What are you doing out so late?” the voice was gruff and slightly accusatory and made you all but jump completely out of your skin. And as you whip around in circles to try to find the face that the words feel from, you see your love and joy Oscar jump from the tallest trash can and scale the fire escape up to scramble back into your home like a guilty teenager that was caught by their mother.

“I asked you a question,” this time the words were followed by strong hands gripping your shoulders and a shrill yelp escaping your throat.

Your hand was pushing into your purse for at least one of your weapons as you squat to get out of the person's hold and turn to see their face, the grinning and prideful boy behind you washes you with a wave of relief before stabbing at you with annoyance.

“Haechan, what the fuck,” you whisper harshly as you pull your hand from your purse and stand up straight, your now free hand now moving to jab a rough finger into the dip of his chest, “how many times? How many times have I told you to not fucking sneak up on me like that. I know the pepper spray can’t hurt you and a stab wound would heal in like five minutes but that doesn’t mean I want to stab you, idiot.”

“Why not?” his head jerks back as if you said something dumb like the sky wasn’t actually blue or he wasn’t really the sexiest man to live, something that just has no logic behind it in the slightest, “like you said it would heal so maybe we could try, might be kinda hot.”

He punctuates his words by grabbing you roughly by the waist, his other hand wrapping gently around your neck before he pushes you against the rough brick behind you, the permanent evil glimmer in his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Do you ever get tired of being an absolute freak?” you thinly veiled insult doesn’t pack as much of a punch as you had maybe hoped, but when he begins to mouth at the skin of your jaw and cheek you can’t really find it within yourself to care.

“Well isn’t that why you like me?” he asks rhetorically as he starts to nip light bruises in the spots that blur your vision, “freaky me must be your favorite, because otherwise you wouldn’t be dressed the way you are.”

He’s no wrong, not even in the slightest, but the confident way in which he says it is enough to make you want to lie, “wanting you and liking you are two different things, no one ever said I liked you.”

“Oh but you want me,” the way in which he takes everything you say in strides without even batting an eye is bit infuriating, but the way his fingers tighten against your neck and push into your jugular is enough to make you melt against him, “that’s what you said so for once that’s not me putting words into your pretty little mouth. But don’t say you don’t like me, that’s a dirty lie and we both know it.”

“You don’t like when I lie?” you pout at him, trying to pull more and more reactions from him, “but some of your favorite things I say are lies, like how big you are and how well you fuc-“

“Alright that’s enough of you,” he interrupts, his fist tightening that much more and his other slipping from your waist to reach under the hem of your dress, a satisfied growl and his tongue pressing into the inside of his cheek being his reaction when he realizes the underwear he was grabbing for wasn’t there, “I’ve had to watch you prance around all night, letting a low down dog of a man touch you. And for what? My attention? Baby, you already have my attention.”

Your words stutter violently, the only sounds coming from your throat are whines and gasps as his fingers slip between your thighs and glide against the dampened skin, never staying on your clit long enough to give you the pleasure you need but enough to make you squirm.

“You were watching me?” you finally gasp out, before it clicks in your brain how dumb of a question it was. He told you a long time ago that he always will keep an eye on you, and knowing what he is and the things he can do, you had no reason to not believe him.

“I always am my pretty baby,” he coos before pressing teasing kisses to your open mouth, seemingly tasting and feeding off of every little noise that slips out, “and it hurts to see you let such a nasty man touch you where only I should. You didn’t even notice him following you out of that trashy club did you, silly thing?”

You jerk back as much as you can with the way he holds you, eyes widening at the news that you were apparently being followed without your knowledge. Every emotion that swims in your brain feels like its fighting for dominance, but with the way he chooses to dip his middle and ring fingers just barely past your entrance you’re struggling to cling to just one.

“God, you are so lucky to have me aren’t you? Who else would take care of creeps and make you feel good hm?” he tilts his head as he speaks, his breath warm against the side of your face before his tongue dips to lick at the shell of your ear, “no one can make you feel the way I do can they?”

“No,” you finally answer after a moment, the word coming out as an airy breath as his fingers finally sink in all the way. He wastes no time before curling them and pressing at the spot that makes your knees buckle, “please Haechan, need you so bad.”

“Oh is that one of those infamous lies of yours you were talking about?” he pulls away slightly, but shows no interest in slowing the motions of his hand, “well it can’t be can it? I can always tell you know? Can hear the way your heart picks up when you lie, much different than the way it does when you’re about to come for me.”

His wrist starts to move faster, the heel of his hand finally pressing and rubbing against your clit as the muscles of his forearm start to strain. The telling signs of your orgasm feel too sudden, too fast, and with his hand still constricting the blood that tries to flow to your head all you can do is let your eyes roll as your breathing comes out as small puffs.

“But since you’ve asked so nicely,” you can only let out a pathetic cry when he pulls his hand away from you suddenly, your lack of oxygen being the only thing stopping you from letting out a scream loud enough for the whole block to hear as he denies you of any stimulation. All you can do is let out incoherent babbling and whines as your hands reach up to dig your nails into the leather jacket protecting his forearms.

He releases your neck, your skin burning from the friction and the sudden amount of oxygen and blood returning to your head making you dizzy. And while your eyes roll as they try to refocus and your heart rate begins to slow to normal, he grabs your wrists and pushes your weakened form to be flush against the wall thats scrapes against your exposed skin.

“You are by far the best thing ive ever tasted,” he mutters, not concerned with whether you heard him or not, before his mouth latches to the side of your neck. He seems to find the most interest in the finger prints he left behind, as he pulls the tender skin between his sharp teeth and works to create a bruise that won’t leave you for another week.

Regardless of denying you a proper release, he considers himself to still be a generous guy. As his tongue lays flat against the burning skin of your neck, he starts to kick at your feet until your clumsy legs are falling apart wide enough for him to press his thigh against your skin, and in the exact way he predicted, you can’t help but to begin grinding helplessly against him.

One of the main reasons the dress that you currently wear is one of his favorites, is the neckline. Low enough to show the expanse of your chest and just enough of your cleavage to make him salivate. He’s as transparent as glass with this love, especially as he mouth travels down between your collarbones and sternum.

You can hear a quiet pop in the fabric of the neckline when he bites down and begins to pull it with him as he sinks down to the floor, the huff you let out being both in frustration from him further ruining a nice dress and your impatience.

The straps dig harshly into the skin of your shoulders before they give and fall, the sudden lack of support making it easier for Haechan to take the fabric and expose your chest to the cold air.

The look in his eyes when you look down is mean and predatory, you fear one day he’ll snap and consume you whole, but for today he settles for wrapping his swollen lips around your nipple and sucking harshly.

Your hips quicken involuntary, broken moans filling the empty alley as you twitch and squirm in his hold. He seems to grow irritated at your impatience as he shoves your wrists back harshly, his knuckles audibly scraping against the brick.

“You can never be patient to save your life,” his head tilts forward and he presses his forehead against your sternum with a huff before he’s leaning back up to press a sloppy kiss against your panting mouth, “you’re lucky I missed you so much or otherwise you’d be in for a lot longer of a night.”

He keeps your wrists trapped in his hold as he moves to kneel on the ground, the rough and dirtied pavement doing nothing to help the tears that already litter his jeans.

You feel your face flush when he lets go of one wrist and uses his newly freed hand to shove the hem of your dress up and around your hips, and the burning beneath your skin only worsens when he leans forward and breathes deeply with his nose pressed against your pubic bone.

He leans back for a moment, his hand wrapping around the bend of your knee to pull your leg to rest on his shoulder and you feel your shoulder sting from the wall cutting into your skin from him moving you like a doll.

“Haechan,” you whisper his name out with a pout that you hope will get you exactly what you want, but you can only huff and petulantly twitch when he begins nipping and licking at the skin on the insides of your thighs.

His teeth are sharper than most, and he usually airs on the side of caution because he’s aware of this. His bites are gentle for the most part, but when you begin to peak in your feelings of impatience, you can’t help the way your hips begin jerking forwards in search of his tongue.

His palm pushing against your hip is his first warning, a generous one in his opinion, but when the warning seems to fly completely over your pretty little head he has no other choice but to lean forward and sink his teeth into delicate skin at the bend of your thigh.

You cry out for a second before you’re tucking your lip between your teeth. It stings terribly, the skin breaking around his teeth burns but you can’t stop the way you revel in the sharp pain. And at the exact same moment you taste the metallic ting of the blood falling from your bitten lip, you feel the same warm thick liquid drip from the wounds he’s created and straight into his grinning mouth.

More blood falls freely when he pulls his teeth from your flesh, his warm tongue flattening against the injury immediately to catch as much of the liquid as possible.

He laps at it for a moment, savoring as much of the taste of your life source as possible, before he starts at the bottom of the bite mark and drags slowly up.

Once his tongue moves off the wound, he continues across your skin. The moment he hits your labia, you let out a gasp and jerk against him again, your mind completely erasing the fact that the bite was meant to be a punishment for that exact thing.

He seems to have forgotten him wanting you to remain still, as he doesn’t hesitate in the slightest until his licking across your stil swollen bundle of nerves.

He moans as the flavor of your arousal mixes with the still lingering taste of your blood, the vibrations shooting straight up your spine and making you shiver.

He tilts his head up to smile at you, his eyes shining as he grabs your hands and moving them to thread into his curled hair.

“Why are you shivering?” he asks with a faux concern, his right hand smoothing over your thigh before pushing between your legs to return his fingers to their spot inside of you, immediately pumping and curling them slowly, “are you cold or something? Maybe it’s because you’re in such a skimpy little dress?”

You groan out in annoyance at his playful act, your eyes rolling back but for once not in pleasure. It’s not until he starts to proudly giggle to himself do you exploit the hold you have on the back of his head to push him back to your body.

You fear that being shoved around may be the exact thing Haechan would have wanted, when he happily moans before latching his lips to your clit again, but the pleasure that melts your muscles erases any need to call him out on his deviousness and perverted enjoyment.

He seems happy with your moving hips when they start to move against his waiting face. Your fingers mindlessly and desperately tug at his scalp as your head tilts back and thumps against the wall.

The hand that isn’t pressed deeply inside you slides across your hip, his callused fingers making goosebumps run up your arms as they push into your lower belly.

You can feel yourself fluttering around his fingers as the curl and push apart, your thighs tensing around his bobbing head as he licks and bites gently at your clit. It feels like it’s harder to catch your breath and you know you’re only moments from orgasm.

“Please, please,” you start to stutter the word over and over, praying both that he lets you come and that you’re neighbors are deep enough in sleep to not hear the noises you know will escape you.

You almost cry in relief when you feel his shoulders shift, his face and fingers both pressing deeper from the movement in a way that tells you he has no intention on letting up on your shivering body.

His blunt nails start to scratch into your skin and you can feel his heavy panting breath against your skin every time he begins to lap at you desperately. You can feel your muscles lose even more strength, and your head becoming heavier and dazed as he coaxed you closer and closer to your finish.

Your shoulders twitch up towards your ears and you feel your stomach clench as your back curves, small whines and whimpers leave you as the heel of your foot thumps against the space between his shoulder blades.

You gasp out when you feel it, them. They start as small bumps beneath your palms, and you feel your chest tighten when it clicks what they are.

He’s always had a good hold on controlling them, keeping them hidden so he can wreak havoc without being clocked as something inhuman. They had peaked out a few times, usually in moments like this, but it’s such a rarity that you can’t stop the way your heart begins to thump in your chest.

Out of everything about him, you were obsessed with all of him, but you loved his horns the most. They were small and sharp at the side of his head and the way he looks when they’re poking out amongst his curled hair, and especially when he was grumpy or mad, made you want to jump on him and kiss him all over.

You were so caught up and distracted by them growing to full size directly under your hands you forgot how sharp they were at their tapered ends. The reminder you get is when they sharply down push into your palms like thorns.

You gasp sharply, but the way they curl makes you afraid to pull away. It makes you tremble and flush with embarrassment, but the pain bleeding into your hands is the last straw on your nerves. All you can do is wrap your now bleeding hands around the horns and cry out into the cold air as your erratic hips move across his face.

He groans deeply against you as your nails scrape at the skin that surrounds the base of his horns, the feeling of his and his still moving tongue pushes you through and past your gasping orgasm.

You sign in relief when he finally detaches from your body, his mouth moving up to press your hip and across the space of your stomach the dress reveals. He puts your leg down slowly and he creeps back up your torso, now hyper aware of your wounded hands still stuck on his horns.

“Sorry my love, they’re kinda sharp aren’t they?” he rhetorically asks with a soft but guilty grin. He stays ducked down enough that your hands don’t go too high that they start to slip, and he follows with his own to help you detach them.

“I just keep making my mark on you tonight huh?” he sighs as he stands at full height and brings your still bleeding hands to his face. You grit your teeth and scrunch your nose when he gives you a knowing look that says ‘we both know what I have to do.’

He is quick and gentle when he swipes his tongue across the deep cuts in your hands, not wanting it to sting more than necessary.

A teasing grin fills his face when he looks up to see the tired pout on your face, “just like the one on your leg, there won’t be anything left than a bruise if you just wait like an hour,” he’s sincere in his words, and you know it works, but you still feel all wounded and tired.

“Take me home,” you demand, wrapping your slowly healing hands around his shoulders and leaning until your head rests against his shoulder.

“Hey now,” he contradicts his tone by wrapping his arm around your waist and helping guide you walk to your apartment, “you still have to feed Oscar, and take a shower, and I’m not even full yet so you have to let me play with you until I wear you out.”

His tone is far too genuine and loving for the words he says, and you swat weakly at his chest in annoyance, but all he does in response is a laugh.

#nct smut #haechan smut #nct imagine #nct oneshot #haechan oneshot #haechan imagine #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #kpop smut #nct fic #nct fanfic

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kikuism · 3 years ago

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OMG MARIAM!!! you finished castlevania!!!!! what are your thoughts?? 🖤🩸

YES JENNA!!!!! AFTER MANY MONTHS!!!!!!!! it shouldn't have taken THIS long to finish this show but hgjshfhfh life happened. but i'm kind of glad i got to stretch it out for so long instead of just straight up binging the entire thing!!!!!

okay so!!!!! my thoughts!!!!!!! season 2 was the best for me 🤍🤍🤍 we have trevor sypha alucard all traveling together and the castle invasion scene and fight scene is one of my fave scenes in anything ever. SO GOOD!!!!!!

then season 1!!!! it was so short but so good. it really set the vibe so well for what was to come.

then season 4. i felt like the writing was a little bit all over the place, like we definitely didn't need almost an entire episode devoted to sainte germaine. but there was SO much alucard content which i absolutely loved and what was sorely missing from s3. and after that awful thing happened to him at the end of the last season i just Really really needed to see him heal and be happy again and this season just delivered on every front 💕💕💕 the way he played with the children and opened up to greta made me so warm. AND THE REUNION OF COURSE!!!!! i was grinning from ear to ear the whole time. and they're all going to live together in the village 😭😭😭💛💛💛 I'M SO HAPPY. also!!!!!!! hector and isaac!!!!!! i must admit isaac's arc took a while to grow on me and this is why i appreciate how i didn't just binge it all over the course of a few days. i love how slow paced his arc was and all the introspections really wonderfully balanced out with the crazy fast paced shit of the rest of the show. isaac's arc was more about overcoming mental hurdles than physical ones and it was pretty lovely to experience honestly. the conversation he has with one of his night creatures where they share berries together is one of my favorite scenes. and i love that he and hector just talked things out and realized they were on the same page. and hector!!!! i've been rooting for him forever and i loved how he was scheming the whole time. honestly this man just wants to read and build things and i support him. i actually ..... really wanted him and lenore to be together bc they genuinely enjoyed each other's company. but also i think things kind of went to shit when he cut off his finger with the ring therefore severing their bond. i'll always feel bittersweet about them!! the final scene with her stepping out into the sunlight and going 'is that all? you're a silly man, hector' got to my chest......sighs. but at least hector is free!!! OH AND CARMILLA!!!!! holy shit that fight scene!!!!! i was shaking. the way she was losing it reminded me a lot of azula in the final agni kai. i actually love how she ended herself instead of letting herself be killed. that final bloody tear she shed was really the icing on the cake as she plunged her sword into her chest. it was all so good.

and then season 3. my least fave. it just.....kept dragging and it was hard to get through. my favorite bits had to be the hector and lenore ones. i liked watching their relationship develop. and also carmilla's castle is kind of cozy now that i think about it.

so overall!!!! castlevania is a show with INCREDIBLE fight scenes. and um hgjsjfjfjf i thought i had a second point hgjsjfjfj but yes it's incredibly entertaining even if overall there's no real substance to it. i would have Loved to dig deeper into the characters but it's just not that kind of show and i can respect that. it's very much plot/action driven which usually isn't my thing, but the characters themselves are very charming even if they don't necessarily dive super deep into them. like, i don't know if i could do character studies on them but what i did see of them was enough to keep me very entertained. alucard my melancholic prince.....my pathetic little meow meow.......he IS the moment <3333 also i ADORE how strong and soft sypha is. she's my beloved too. and her magic is soooo fuckingbchjdhcjc COOL like her fight scenes leave me sweating. i want to do magic like that hgjsjfjfj. and then there's trevor <333 disgruntled cat. i love him so. i could watch this trio forever they are SO good.

ALSO it's a CRIME that only s1's soundtrack is released. what about the others??????? i need them now??????????

#answered #schech #omg i wrote a novel 😭😭😭😭#but yes what will stay with me from castlevania are the FIGHT SCENES firstand foremost 💕💕💕💕 and then alucard hgkakfhhajfhfhf

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boxofbadaddiction · 4 years ago

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Whoever Broke Your Heart

George Weasley x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Cheating. Guy who doesn't understand the word "no". Teeny Tiny bit of Swearing.

Opening a Joke Shop was the best idea Fred and George ever had. It's what they were meant to do. What made them happier than one would think possible. At least that's what George had been trying to convince himself for the past few hours.

To tell the truth, this past week had been the most stressful so far, and they worked through the beginning of a war!

But now that that was over and Diagon Alley, like everywhere, was beginning to return to the new normal, the Twins had been flat out. Kids were preparing for the school year and in addition to their shop being near capacity every single day, mail orders were through the roof. It'd been like this for the past 3 weeks, but this week...This week could not possibly get any worse!

Between the eight new complaints from angry family members after falling victim to one of their products. To the three ruined displays after a customer 'accidentally' set off one of the boys 'Crazy Creatures' feature Fireworks which sparked a Lion to pounce throughout the store, until the Twins got it under control, it had managed to take out it's fair share of shelving and they had to close the store for a little over an hour to clean up. On the brightside they sold twelve of those that day after everyone saw it in action. Now, however, there weren't enough fireworks in the store to distract George from the mountain of paper work he'd been ignoring. Or from the fact he still couldn't get his latest invention to cooperate. He has completely HAD IT. In his opinion this week can well and truly go and get fuc-

"OI GEORGE! You're not still working in there are you!?" Fred called as he made his way to his brothers room.

Sure enough, there his Twin was. Slumped uncomfortably in his desk chair working reluctantly on the paperwork he'd neglected. With his head propped up by his palm he didn't even acknowledge his brothers entrance.

"For Merlin's sake, George. The stores closed mate, give yourself a break for a minute won't you?" Fred walked over to glance at the work spread haphazardly over the desk top.

"Later. I'm nearly done." George murmured.

"Bollocks you are." Fred replied lifting several order sheets from the pile to read through them. "You've been working non-stop lately, just let it slip for tonight, mate."

"I can't Fred!" He snapped in frustration. "We're so far behind it's ridiculous. I can't let it go because it needs to be done before open tomorrow!"

"We're not open tomorrow, George! It's Sunday!"

"What?" He looked up confusedly at his calender on the wall. "It's the 31st?"

"No." Fred dropped the papers in his hands and flipped the page of the calender, picking up a red marker which he used to circle the date. "It's the 5th, you numpty."

George threw his Quill onto the desk and pushed himself back into his chair, rubbing his eyes in frustration before running them through his hair with a groan. He had a whole day to get this done tomorrow. But here he was rushing through it like last minute revision before an exam because he can't keep track of what day it is. He relaxed at the thought of more time. Fred patted his shoulder with a slight chuckle, noticing much of the tension he'd been harbouring melt away.

"Worried for nothing" he joked. George looked up at him with a glare. Freds face dropped slightly, seeing the bloodshot whites of his Twins eyes and the dark circles beneath them. "Bloody hell...you really need a night out of here."

George stood to stretch his aching back and sighed satisfactorily as it cracked in several places. "Yeah. Maybe I do" he spoke honestly.

"Tell ya what, Georgie. I was gonna continue work on that Dragons Breath Candy of yours tonight anyway so" he dug his hand in his pocket and pulled out a bunch of coins counting quickly, "here's twenty galleons. Get out."

George tilted his head in question.

"Go eat, or drink, whatever. Just get out."

George wasn't feeling particularly energetic for a night out and opened his mouth to protest, but Fred was having none of it.

"UH! No. Take a shower, cause you reek. Then leave and I don't won't you back till you're truly hammered. Hear me?"

His brother smiled half-heartedly and sent up a mock salute with a playfully stern expression.

Feeling far more refreshed than he had 20 minutes ago thanks to a good hot shower, George readdied himself to leave, grabbing his keys then quickly apparating to the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron. True, it wasn't a particularly long walk but honestly...he just couldn't be bothered.

The Pub was decently full but given the fact it was barely past eight on a Saturday night, one would actually consider it quite empty.

Shuffling past the groups of people drinking and talking throughout the room he quickly made his way to the bar. He stood to the right of what appeared to be a couple, leaning his body against the counter as he ordered a Fire Whiskey. He pulled a vacant stool toward himself to sit down as he paid for his drink. He simply sat, contently sipping his beverage, listening to the music as he felt himself relax considerably finally having time away from the stress of work. A few minutes passed before something to his left caught his attention. The couple he'd sat next to, or rather what he now gathered was an uncomfortable woman and some insufferable git who clearly didn't understand the word 'no'.

He was relentless in trying to persuade the woman to join him for a dance...then a drink...then how bout a date...then a-OKAY! George had heard enough.

"Oi, mate." He shouted slightly to be heard over the noise of the room, he tapped the man's shoulder to make it clear he was the one he was talking to. He turned slowly with a sour look of disgust at the interruption. "Give it a rest won't you? She's clearly not interested."

The girl shifted slightly in her chair, distancing herself from the man who refused to leave her alone. She clutched her drink within her hands tightly, trying to appear invisible one would assume.

"You with her are you?" The man spoke as he turned his body to face George, eyeing him with a rude expression.

"No."

"Then sod off. You're not one to know what she wants."

"Given the 8 times she's told you 'no' in the past 5 minutes I'd say I know exactly what she wants. For you to leave her alone."

The girl couldn't help but smile slightly at the redheads boldness of words. The man on the other hand was quickly becoming agitated. He straightened himself and took a menacing step forward, nostrils flaring. George didn't budge. Unphased by the man's movements, he simply sipped his drink with a deadpan expression.

"You tryna spark a problem, buddy?"

"Merely attempting to resolve one." George spoke smoothly.

"I don't see one here needing your help." He hissed.

"That'd be because you're it. So unless you'd like me to conjure you a mirror I'm afraid you'll remain quite blind." He took another sip of his drink. "The girls not interested. Leave her alone."

"Oh she looks plenty interested to me" the angry man spoke "just playing hard to get" he smirked stepping back a pace and wrapping his arm around the woman's side. George noticed her cringe at the contact moving away from him in her seat.

George placed his drink on the counter and stood slowly. His movements making the man drop his arm and puff his chest to appear bigger than he was. Stares never leaving one another as the redhead turned his body to face the arrogant man, looking down on him as if he were something unpleasant stuck to his shoe. Towering in comparison, a good head taller than he was caused a flash of unease to spead across the face of the offender. Evidently he had not realised the full size of the man infront of him while he was seated.

"Leave." George spoke in a deep and threatening voice. Eyes like daggers peircing all confidence the man before him previously held.

In an attempt to gain some composure and try not appear to be fleeing the git scoffed. Throwing a lame insult at the two of them before grabbing his drink and sulking away into the small crowd. George stood in place like a statue until the man had disappeared from sight completely. Posture and expression immediately softening as he turned back to the woman by the bar "are you alright?".

"Fine. Thank you." She spoke swiftly. Not turning to face him clearly wanting to be left alone as her body was still stiff and rigid. George looked at her unsure of what to say. "Do you need anything?".

"No. I'm fine. And I'd appreciate being left alone." She snapped turning her head ever slightly toward him as she did so. He tried to not take it personally as he noted the emotion held in her eyes and the slight tremble in her lips. The way she sat as if trying to restrain herself from something. Her drink, obviously bought long ago as the ice had all melted and the condensation had formed a large ring around the base of her glass. She'd probably been here long before that tosser showed up.

George sat, facing back to his glass not wanting to disturb her any further. She was beautiful he thought, and had the circumstances been different he probably would have been tempted to buy her a drink. But he knew now definitely wasn't the time, even if he just couldn't shake the feeling he needed to say something.

He eyed her curiously and cautiously, not wanting to appear as another weirdo incapable of understanding boundaries. Watching her stare sorrowfully at a Golden Diamond ring she fiddled with in her hands, a tear slipping down her cheek. It all made sense now. He raised his drink slowly to his lips, looking forward.

"Whoever broke your heart, must have been crazy."

She turned to him instantly, a very confused expression on her face as she watched him toss his head back to finish his drink. He signalled to the bartender for another before turning his head to look at her.

Mouth agape slightly as she furrowed her brows at him. He couldn't help the smile that came at her reaction, he nodded toward the ring in her hands.

"Engagement ring, is it not?" He reached for his new drink without taking his eyes off her. She stared at it for a moment before answering solemnly. "It was."

She bit her lip while turning the ring over on her finger tips, as if unsure whether or not to continue. George reminded silent, not wanting to force anything from her she wasn't comfortable with. "I caught him cheating little over a week ago."

"He's a git." He said abruptly taking a mouthful of whiskey. The girl laughed at this turning to look at him.

"You sound so sure."

"I'm certain."

"You don't even know his name"

"No, but I've got a couple for him."

She laughed loudly this time, having to look away from him to compose herself. George could have listened to that laugh all night, he was suddenly very thankful for Fred all but pushing him out of the flat earlier.

When she turned back to face him her cheeks were burning pink and she'd bit her lip slightly. He was taken by her completely. Which is stupid, he thought, because he doesn't even know her name. Shit. He doesn't know her name!

"I'm George, by the way" he reached his arm out to her.

"[Y/N]" she smiled taking his hand.

"Can I buy you a fresh drink?" He nodded toward the warm, flat beverage sat infront of her.

Hesitating slightly she stared into his eyes before nodding with a sincere smile.

They spoke for ages about Everything. Nothing. Hell anything that came up. He couldn't work out how someone could possibly have said goodbye to a girl like her. Nobody in their right mind could. He was smitten, with all of her. The way she smiled. Her laugh. They way she bit her lip when she tried not to blush. The way she played with her hair. He was oblivious to everything in that pub except her. As she was with him.

That was until the distinct sound of her favourite song peirced her ears. She hadn't taken her eyes off him for more than a second since he bought her that first drink, and there'd been a lot since then. Suddenly she was looking over at the band in the corner, smiling.

"I love this song"

He didn't know why the idea came to him, probably from the overwhelming urge to touch her he's been resisting for so long. To hold her. Kiss her. Guess this works as well...

He stood, finishing his drink in a single gulp and held his hand out for her. "Come on."

"What?"

"We're going to dance" he grinned at her.

"Oh, no. I am a terrible dancer!"

"Same, love. No excuses." He winked at her taking her hand and pulled her up.

"One second" she pulled back a step but kept her hand in his. She turned to grab her mostly full drink, chugging it and placing the empty glass back against the rest, before turning her attention back to him.

George let out a haughty laugh at the action. Her grip on his tightened as she glared playfully at him, then taking the lead walked out onto the dance floor where he twirled her around and they danced next to one another not caring about how silly their moves must have looked as neither cared they couldn't dance.

They stayed out there the rest of the night, until the band announced their last songs were coming up. Slow songs. All couples on the floor began to move together. [Y/N] glanced around nervously before her eyes trailed back up to him, he was smiling down to her. Hand outstretched. She took it willingly and he pulled her into him where he began to sway.

"And you said you couldn't dance" she joked as she noticed he'd clearly done this before. He shrugged. "May have learned a move or two at school".

As the music went on the two of them only got closer, his arms wrapped around her as she lay against his chest. George let his chin gently rest on the top of her head, eyes closed enjoying the moment. It was perfect. Until, he felt a notable sigh leave her chest. Not at all content. It was sharp and she was obviously thinking about something she rather wouldn't be. He pulled back slightly to look down at her.

"Hey...what's up?"

"Sorry." She spoke to his chest "I didn't mean t-I just..." stumbling over her words she mentally kicked herself for ruining the moment. Taking a step back as she shook her head, she let go of him. George felt cold without her. "It's not you. I just-"

"You were thinking about him."

[Y/N] looked up at him with sad, apologetic eyes.

"It's okay, [Y/N/N]" he closed the space between them and ran his hand down her shoulders to her elbows. "I understand."

"It's just...all this...the slow dancing, the feelings I have right now..."she stopped herself, staring down at her shoes.

"Hey," he moved to cup her face in his hands. Bringing her face back up to look at him. His brows were furrowed and he had such a sincere look on his face [Y/N] could have melted right there. How could someone she only just met hold so much more love in his eyes toward her than her ex-fiancè ever did? "I like you." She spoke before he could. Georges eyes widened at the words, a smile began to creep on his face. Her hands came to rest on his arms as his hands fell to hold below her jaw. "I just...I don't know how you can be looking at me like that. When you barely know me, but then I was with-" "the git." She laughed at his interruption but still dropped her head to stare at the floor sadly "When I was with, the git, for 3 years and he never..."

"Listen to me." George ducked himself, as his finger tilted her chin up to look at him, "You deserve so much better than him. I don't have a clue how a prat like him managed to wrangle a winner like you but..." his eyes were flicking frantically between hers, desperate for the right words, "whoever couldn't see the girl that I see right now wasn't looking at you, love. If I know one thing is true...if you let me, if you give me the chance. I'll never be like whoever broke your heart."

Tears were forming in her eyes. Biting her lip as a smile began to form. She nodded slowly. Then quickly as she threw an arm over his shoulder and around his neck to pull him into a kiss, followed swiftly by the other. His hands fell to her waist. They felt perfect together. [Y/N] couldn't believe she'd nearly married some cheating git, when there was a man like this out there. A man so full of love, and compassion and pure joy he could light a dark room with nothing but his smile.

As the song that was playing slowly faded to an end the two finally parted lips, smiles so giddy they felt like Second Years again. She fell back into his chest as her arms came down to wrap around him, eyes closed listening to the sound of his heart beat and breathing as the bands last song began to play.

"I kinda wanna thank him." George spoke. She looked up at him, mouth slightly agape, brows furrowed, utterly confused. He couldnt help but chuckle at the look she was giving him. "Well, if he didn't do what he did, you'd never have ended up here in my arms." He smirked causing [Y/N] to roll her eyes before pulling herself back into him. "That's so cheesey" he felt her laughter quiver through his chest. He kissed the top of her head. "Get used to it"

#my 2nd ever fanfic 🥳🥳🥳🥳#harry potter fanfiction #fred and goerge weasley #george weasley x reader #George weasley #george weasley imagine #George weasley/reader #george weasley fluff #whoever broke your heart murphy elmore #murphy elmore #music inspired fanfic #fred weasley x reader

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theatresweetheart · 5 years ago

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55. True Love kiss with Prinxiety? Pretty please!!

A Curse and a Promise

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, anxious thoughts, anxious feelings, self-deprecation.

Pairings: Romantic Prinxiety, Background Romantic Logicality

Characters: Roman, Virgil, Logan, Patton, Thomas (mentioned briefly but not present), Morgana (Original Character)

Word Count: 3859 words

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The Imagination could be a dangerous place, he knew that. It could be whimsical and bright and exciting, but it had monsters and magic too. And with monsters and magic came curses.

It was a place where anything could be lurking around a corner or behind a group of trees, just waiting to pounce and catch the prince off guard.

It wasn’t an easy feat to do, but it certainly wasn’t impossible.

Roman loved the Imagination more than almost anything, but right now he would love nothing more than to get out of it.

The unconscious and limp form of Virgil in his arms was the leading reason. Sinking out would have been Roman’s first choice of action, but he knew how that negatively affected Virgil when he was awake, risking it while he was comatose was not an attractive idea. What if it caused him physical pain, instead of just nausea?‌ What if it pushed Virgil further out of their reach and kept him knocked out for God knows how much longer?

If he was being completely honest, he wasn’t entirely sure what had happened. He remembered vague bits and pieces of it. Roman was almost positive it was because he heard Virgil yelp and immediately shifted into his own version of fight or flight. And it was most certainly fight.

The icy blue eyes flashed through his mind’s eyes and he shook it off. Getting back to the door that led to the Mindscape was the most important thing. He needed to get them both out of here. He needed to get Virgil out of here. Roman could handle a curse or two dished out by the creatures in here—most tellingly the Dragon Witch (or the Dragon Bitch as Virgil had “lovingly” called her.) He was creativity, he could deal with that sort of thing as this was his realm. His world. Something he had grown up in.

Virgil was anxiety, and Roman had no idea how a curse would affect him.

Would he wake up eventually?‌ Heal?‌ Forget what happened?‌ Remember everything?‌

There were so many questions. Most of them may remain unanswered for as long as Virgil remained unresponsive.

Roman ducked under one of the lower hanging branches before dipping around a cluster of trees as best as he could with an unconscious Side tucked in his arms. The only reassurance that Roman had right now was that Virgil was breathing, and he was still physical and solid and real to the touch. He didn’t think a simple curse from the Imagination could do away with an aspect of Thomas’s personality, but it was hard to say as nothing like that had ever happened before.

And by God, he hoped they didn’t find out today.

In front of him, a few klicks away, a crimson red door came into view and Roman let out a relieved noise. His bedroom and the Mindscape were just beyond that door. Patton and Logan were beyond that door. And they could help, because Roman needed help. Truthfully, he didn’t know what to do. Having the embodiment of anxiety down and out for the count probably wasn’t a good thing. He only hoped that everything was running smoothly.

If they were lucky, the curse would only last as far as the corners of the Imagination and as soon as he stepped through the door, Virgil’s eyes would flutter open and he’d be totally fine.

It was wishful thinking, but one could hope.

Roman was only ten steps from the door itself, when he froze in his spot. The sounds of laughter echoed around him and he subconsciously held Virgil’s head closer to his chest, watching silently as the Dragon‌‌ Witch’s form manifested from seemingly nowhere and blocked their exit out.

“Now, now, Your Highness,”‌ she teased, dark red lipstick stretching over her lips as she smiled. It wasn’t a warm smile; it was thin, and displayed her fangs. “Where are you running off to?”

“Move,” Roman demanded, eyes hard and glinting dangerously. “I‌ will not warn you again.”

“Goodness,” she giggled, flicking her hair from her eyes, the raven black curls spilling over her shoulder like a waterfall. Two long, twisting horns sat perched on the top of her head like a crown.“You take one swing at the prince’s boy-toy and all of a sudden we’re no longer playing games.”

Roman grit his teeth. He took in an unsteady breath. “Morgana, move.”

“Ooh,” her voice sounded surprised, yet her features conveyed no such emotion. She stayed smug and uncaring. Morgana examined her nails, as if that was the most important thing to her. “We’re on a first name basis now, I see.” Her ice blue eyes flickered up to meet Roman’s dark hazels, that only seemed to darken more the longer she stalled. “If it makes you feel any better, Roman darling, I wasn’t aiming for him.”

Roman felt something crack in his chest. Even though he had already known that, it cut deep having her solidify that notion.

“Roman move!”‌

“What?”

“I’m not kidding, fucking move!”

He shook the thought off, Virgil’s tempest tongue fading into a recent memory. His eyes flickered briefly down to Virgil’s face. For a moment, Roman swore he saw his eyelashes flutter. The hope was crushed seconds after, when a soft gust of wind from just behind him shifted them just as much.

“I‌ was aiming for you,” she continued after a moment, as if Roman didn’t know that. “Of course, your Knight in Shining Armour there had to jump in and shove you out of the way. That self-sacrificing attitude certainly didn’t get him very far, did it? It’s a shame really, Anxiety had such potential.”

Those words shoved a knife of ice into Roman’s stomach and it twisted. Unease made bile raise in the back of his throat. “What?” His voice was just above a whisper.

“It’s a curse, Sweetheart,”‌ Morgana sneered, showing off those sharp pearly whites again, great wings spreading behind her. Almost framing her head like an angelic glow from behind. “What happens when someone gets cursed?”

“There’s a time limit,” Roman said, but it was more to himself. It was a bitter realization. “If we don’t wake him up soon—”

“—he won’t wake at all.”‌ The Dragon Witch sing-songed, looking all-too pleased with herself. “And then, gosh!‌ It would be far too late.”

Roman shook his head. No, they couldn’t lose Virgil. Not after everything they’d been through and not like this.

“You’ve gone too far,” he said after a moment, forcing his emotions down and turning to face the woman herself. He watched as Morgana stepped out of the way, though not much farther than that.

“Too far?”‌ Morgana mimicked, as if she didn’t believe what she was hearing. It wasn’t that ridiculous a notion.

“Yes!” Roman’s voice came suddenly. It was passionate and powerful. Sharp as a knife. “You can do whatever you want to me, fine. I‌ don’t care what you do to me, but Virgil doesn’t deserve this. You do not get to toy with him.”

Morgana’s eyes blew wide for just a moment, allowing Roman a clear view of her surprise before it was quickly swept away and replaced with that same smug smirk.

“I’d say I’m offended, but I’m really not,” she said, folding her arms together, her eyes scanning over his person. “Anyhow, time is ticking. If you want to save him, I would recommend moving faster than that.”

This was not over. Not in the least. Roman was going to give the Dragon Witch exactly what she deserved, however, that would have to wait. He had more important matters on his hands.

Readjusting Virgil so his head was higher up and laying against Roman’s shoulder, he made sure his arms were secure under his knees and back before moving forward. His eyes only met Morgana’s once, and he could see those blue pools flickering back at him, looking amused. As if this was some game to her.

The bitch.

Roman nudged the door open before stepping inside and immediately shutting it behind him. It took him no energy at all to lock it.

He let out an another unsteady breath and his eyes flickered down to Virgil once more, hoping against all hope that he would get to see those liquid brown eyes blinking open and meeting his own. He was welcomed with the same sight since this all happened.

Roman burst through his bedroom door, making a beeline down toward the living room. He could hear Patton and Logan talking about something or other.

Whatever it was, it wasn’t important.

While almost tripping down the stairs, his eyes flickered between the both of them as they looked back at him with different levels of surprise and alarm.

“I need help.”

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“I don’t know why you wanted me to come with you,” Virgil pushed a branch out of his face, ducking under it as he followed Roman’s path through the woods and away from the door leading to the Mindscape. “Pretty sure anxiety and imagination don’t go well together.”

“Have no fear, my Dark and Stormy Knight,” Roman had said back to him, glancing Virgil over his shoulder. “You have me to guide you, and with such a stoic and trustworthy leader, you’ll be absolutely fine.”

“If you refer to yourself as a ‘stoic and trustworthy leader’ again, I’m going to vomit.”

Roman snorted. “Are you afraid of getting lost?”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Can’t say it didn’t cross my mind, but it’s not what I’m actively worried about.”

“Well,” Roman paused walking for just a moment, allowing Virgil to fall into place beside him. Without another moment of hesitation, he grabbed Virgil by the hand and interlaced their fingers. “Now you won’t have to worry about getting lost, period. Come, we have more to see!”

Virgil could hardly process the fact that Roman had just grabbed his hand before he was being led further into the forest. He would admit, the Imagination had it’s charms. The green was crisp and colourful. Ponds they would pass were full of fish and the water was crystal clear.

Roman was talking to him. He was using his free hand to gesture widely, happily chattering about something or other. And it was endearing.

Though, something was stopping Virgil from enjoying this moment. He could feel the hair on the back of his neck tingling, as if they were being watched by something. Apparently, this feeling was going completely unnoticed by the prince who kept parading ahead as if nothing was wrong.

Virgil stopped walking after spotting movement in his peripherals. His eyes followed it to the trees ahead of them. Roman paused as well, his hand still linked with the other’s. He turned to look over his shoulder, but instead of meeting the other’s eyes, he noticed Virgil scanning in front of them. He looked as if he was on high alert, which could mean a few different things.

Roman released his hand, reaching to his side and drew his sword. It wasn’t that there weren’t things actively seeking them out just to toy with them. One creature in particular easily came to mind. “What did you see?”

Virgil stiffened. “I don’t know.”

Roman stepped a bit more forward, eyes scanning the trees now as well, looking for something that could be a threat. Just waiting for one of them to slip up and make a wrong move.

A form appeared in the corner of Virgil’s eye and he followed it to see a slender silhouette in the shadows of the trees. Their hands raised and something sparking at their fingertips. For a moment, it didn’t register what was happening, but whatever magic was in that creature, it was aimed directly for—

“Roman move!”

The prince twisted on his heel, watching Anxiety beginning to get antsier. “What?”

A voice hissed something—that sounded vaguely like a swear—from the side and Virgil pushed himself forward, acting on instinct. “I’m not kidding, fucking move!”

A shoulder slammed into his own and it sent Roman to the ground, the wind being knocked out of his lungs and his sword skittering a few inches from his hand. A‌ loud yelp of anguish was the first thing he registered, before the sound of a body hitting the ground was the last.

His head spun as he raised himself up onto his elbows. Roman turned instantly from his new position and saw Virgil crumpled on the ground, laying completely still. A stab of worry immediately hit him hard and he crawled forward, nudging the anxious Side onto his back.

“Virgil!”

—

Roman had been pacing since he’d put Virgil down in his bed.

They’d laid Virgil in his own room for an hour hoping that his room’s energy would wake him up. It had had the opposite effect that had been hoping for and Logan had been the first to notice that his room only made the eye shadow under his eyes darker.

Virgil’s fair skin was pale against the royal red sheets around him. He looked peaceful, oddly enough. The most peaceful Roman had seen him in a long time. He could see the smattering of freckles dotting his skin. Imperfect, but flawless and soft.

Roman’s hands moved to brush through his hair for the umpteenth time before resting on the nape of his neck, almost unsure of what else to do with them at this point.

Patton was sat beside Virgil, watching the anxious Side with a careful gaze, but his eyes would flicker up to Roman, watching him sadly as he paced constantly. Back and forth, trying to wring out that nervous energy.

“We’ll wake him up,” Patton told him after a minute more of Roman’s helpless pacing, “and everything will be back to normal.”

“But what if it isn’t?” Roman stopped moving for the first time since he’d settled Virgil down, his back toward Patton as he faced the door leading into the Imagination. “What if we run out of time and we lose him forever? Patton, I’d never get to tell him.”

Patton’s features softened further and he pushed himself up into a stand. He grabbed Roman by the hands before leading the creative Side back to the chair he had just been in and guided him down into it. Roman tried to resist for only a moment, before relaxing into it just enough.

“He’d never know,” the words just fell past his lips without his permission and Patton sat on the edge of the bed, his hands still holding Roman’s.

“He’ll wake up.” Patton squeezed his hands and Roman raised his eyes, but there was that worry deeply rooted in the dark hazels. “Don’t you worry. Virge wouldn’t want us to just accept it, would he?”

Roman shook his head with a soft, wet laugh. “No,” he said after a moment. He could already hear Virgil calling him an idiot, if only he’d actually say it. Roman had never wished to hear that teasingly insulting and sarcastic voice call him a name more than he did now. It would bring back that sense of normalcy.

But Virgil remained quiet and still.

The sound of the door opening behind him made Roman swivel in his seat and Patton just raised his head.

“Roman, you said it was a curse right?” Logan shut the door behind him, a glass of water in hand before setting it on the bedside table next to Virgil.

Roman nodded. Of course it was a curse. The damned witch had told him that to his face.

“How do you usually break a curse?” Logan continued, trying to get the other two to catch on.

It took a moment, but the realization dawned on both he and Patton at the same time, though, both of their of reactions were completely different. Roman shot out of the chair, pushing his hands through his hair again.

“A kiss!” Patton exclaimed, his eyes flickering between Roman and Virgil exclusively, certainly not making a point.

“Exactly,” Logan said, his attention turning up to Roman as he took his empty spot in the chair. “As cliche and unorthodox as it is, a kiss of true love could very possibly be our only option.”

A kiss of true love.

It was so painfully obvious. Of course it was. Of course it was something like that. Of fucking course it was a kiss.

“Roman?”‌ Patton’s voice was soft behind him, and he turned to glance over his shoulder at the other two. “It’s worth a shot, isn’t it?”

It made sense. To at least give it a try, because who knew?‌ Maybe it would work. Virgil would wake up and push him out of his personal space. He’d be back to normal and they could go back to a normal way of life and move on as if this had never happened.

Roman took a moment and steadied his breath.

“It’s worth a shot,” he told himself, just under his breath.

He turned on his heel and approached the bedside before he could second-guess himself.

Though, he hesitated. At first, Roman wasn’t sure why. Kneeling down to the side of the bed, he just took a moment and examined what he saw in front of him.

He saw porcelain skin, dark eyelashes, smudges of eye-shadow under tired eyes.

He took another breath, reaching forward and took Virgil’s hand in his own. It was cool to the touch and their fingers didn’t interlace. It didn’t feel the same way it did back in the Imagination. He swallowed back his nerves and hovered a little closer to Anxiety. So close in fact, that Roman could see the smattering of pale freckles that dotted the bridge of Virgil’s nose like a galaxy. His eyes flickered down to his lips– they were parted slightly, a soft inhale and exhale of breath. The only telling sign that he was still breathing, alongside the gentle and steady rise and fall of his chest.

Roman leaned down just enough that they were just a breath away from meeting lips—he heard Patton take in a small breath—and he hesitated.

Not because of the soft squeak, but because this wouldn’t be right.

“I can’t do it,” Roman whispered, more to himself (and maybe partially to the unconscious Side just a breath away from him) than to the rest of the room. He pulled back finally, eyes never leaving Virgil’s features. When he was awake, those same features were angular and sharp, but here, he looked soft. “I‌ can’t do it to him.”

“…what?”

Roman turned to face Logan, finally breaking his silent staring contest. “I‌ can’t. You know how he feels about the idea of being kissed without consent. Especially when unconscious, true loves kiss or not. It wouldn’t be right to go against his wishes.”

Even that being said, there was no such thing as true loves kiss between him and Virgil, because why would there be? Virgil didn’t love him, simple as that. Suffering through an unrequited admiration was difficult and not leaning down and connecting their lips as harder.

But it wouldn’t be fair.

Roman knew exactly where Virgil stood with this exact thing and going against that would be hurtful.

He cleared his throat, trying to dislodge the lump that had found its way there. “We’ll just have to find another way.”

There had to be other ways.

Before anything more could happen, Logan was speaking. “Is it ever specified that a true loves kiss has to be on the mouth?”

Roman paused, shoulders stiffening. In just a moment, he ran through everything he’d ever watched, read, listened to. He wasn’t just the creative and fanciful Side. Everything that he skimmed through and it never mentioned that a kiss had to be on the lips. Just because Disney movies and other fairy tales depicted the prince waking the princess with a kiss on the lips didn’t mean that it had to be like that in this case. It was never specified what kind of kiss or where it was on the body.

As long as it was out of true love.

He turned back to face Virgil. Seeing him so silent was still unnerving. Virgil was never silent. At least, not completely. But this, this was a whole new level of eerie and unsettling. And heart wrenching.

Roman took a breath, trying to steady his beating heart. He reached up ever so gently with his free hand, as he hadn’t let Virgil’s go, and brushed his dark bangs away from his forehead.

Oh god, please let this work.

He leaned forward, and this time when he heard Patton make a soft noise, he didn’t hesitate. He pressed his lips against the smooth, cool skin that had been hidden away under Anxiety’s bangs. His stomach did a flip at the contact before he pulled away.

Roman’s eyes immediately went down to see if Virgil was stirring.

But nothing happened.

“I knew it,” he whispered, feeling that bitter bite of failure rising in his chest. “I knew I wouldn’t be able to wake him up.”

“Roman that’s not fair—”

“It’s true though, isn’t it?” He cut Patton off, dark eyes brimming with tears, blurring the world over. “I‌ spend years tormenting him, years.‌‌‌ And now– now just because we can see eye-to-eye on some things, I‌ hope I’m the one that wakes him up?”

His hand tightened subconsciously on Virgil’s, and he shook his head with a breathless huff of laughter.

“Just because I‌ love him, that doesn’t mean anything.” Roman ran his free hand through his hair, pushing down the emotions nipping at him. “It has to go two ways. That’s how it works. It doesn’t mean anything if it’s unrequited.”

“…then you really are an oblivious idiot,”‌ a familiar voice croaked from beside him.

Roman felt his hand being squeezed back and he blinked, turning immediately to meet Virgil’s eyes, who was blinking blearily back at him. Roman used his free hand to wipe at the water that had escaped down his cheeks. He turned to face the other Side fully, giving him his complete attention.

The fact that Virgil was looking at him because he had woken him up made his throat tighten.

“Virgil–” his name was just a breath on his mouth.

“Save the chit-chat, Princey,” Virgil waved off the oncoming apology as if he could have seen it a mile away, “you’re good, don’t fret.”

Roman swallowed thickly, trying to clear the lump that had formed. “Do you…?”

“Obviously,” Virgil answered the unasked question. He pushed up from his spot on the bed, sitting up and letting his eyes rove over the red comforter in front of him. His eyes met Roman’s once more. “Or I’m pretty sure I’d be still be out cold.”

Roman surged forward, wrapping Anxiety into a tight embrace all the while ignoring the startled noise he’d gotten from the other. After a second of surprise, he felt Virgil wrap his arms back around him, stroking a hand up his back as Roman buried his face into Virgil’s shoulder, hiding it in the bunches of soft fabric.

“You’re fine, Ro, really,”‌ Virgil’s voice reverberated through his chest, and Roman’s hands tightened in his hoodie. “It’s okay.”

And it was for once.

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aurora-the-kunoichi · 5 years ago

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Ruined By Raphael

Warning: Dubious Non-Con you have been warned

Raphael and Karai

Karai awoke to darkness and the thick musty odor of rotting wood and as luck would have it, her hands bound above her head. Great, how did she end up in this mess? The last thing she remembered was trying to procure a shipment for her master and then a fight, a bloody drawn out brawl with the big one, Raphael.

By her current situation it did not end in her favor which angered her even more, bested by those beasts. The red one had been alone and separated her from her ninja. His fighting style was different then Leonardo’s. Leo’s had more finesse, light, like a dance but the brute’s was more hands on. Close quarters, it was difficult to avoid getting his hands on her. Always bringing her body to his, pressing into her whispering his sarcastic comments with flirtatious intent.

She would have found it appalling but the bass in his voice had a certain roughness to it, raw and gritty. She hadn’t noticed it before, but it had pulled at something deep within her belly, something that she didn’t know was there; a forbidden fire she had concealed. Karai had to grind her thighs together to quell the ache he had created. That had to be the reason she was strung up like a piece of meat at the moment. He had distracted her with his, wiles, his rugged charm, whatever it was she was fucking livid.

“Come out beast!” she screamed into the void of darkness. “I know you’re there.”

It took a few seconds but a flame erupted into a warm dancing light as a large figure set a torch a glow. Another followed across the room too quick for a normal humans speed but that of a ninja was possible. For being so bulky Raphael was fast, she had to give him that.

“What do you want?” she hissed yanking at the ropes that bound her wrists finding the fibers soft and non abrasive. It was as if he was trying to keep her comfortable but yet tight enough to hinder her escape.

A dark rumbling laughter came from the beast as he came into the light. He was massive, intimidating and dear god he was impressive. His green skin seemed to glisten in the flames light and his honey green eyes flashed with something she hadn’t seen before.

“I think the question is, what do you want Foot Princess? You see I’d like to consider myself an observant kinda guy. Always aware of my surrounding which is a must for this line of work I’m in, bustin’ bad guy’s heads and protectin’ this city from scum like you and your old man. But now I want you to remember something, I’m part animal, I can smell things you humans can’t. Like the scent of arousal, thick and inviting like a burst of heady flavor when it hits the taste buds. I smelt ya back at the docks when I had you pressed up against the wall. There was no mistaking it.”

Karai snapped her teeth in protest trying to deny his ridiculous accusations. “You must be brainless then you bothersome creature. To think I would have any inkling of attraction for you, you……brute. Why the very site of you makes me sick!”

He was so close now, so fucking close and she could smell him, damn he was quick. She expected the putrid aroma of sewage but it was leather and cedar with a light hint of grease that took over her senses. Did he work with machines with the genius, good with his hands? And the heat, now that they weren’t fighting she could feel the heat that was radiating from his massive frame. It was dizzying.

“Back away!” she squeaked as his mouth come within inches of her throat. What was happening?

His nostrils flared as he took in a long pull of her scent and his chest fucking vibrated. She could feel the waves of it hit her skin, she had never heard them make that sound before.

“I don’t think that’s what you truly want.” His large mitts rested on Karai’s hips gripping tightly, just enough to cause slight discomfort gaining a gasp from his prey. “I think you’re curious about us, with a thing for a little bit of pain…. aren’t you foot brat?”

“Fuck you! Release me!”

Another dark chuckle came from the brute as the tips of his callous fingers hooked under the fabric of her pants pulling them down to expose the black lace of her panties. “Oh I plan on giving you release. But not until you beg me for it.”

“You think I will beg for you to defile my body?! Not l-likey..” the last bit came out more breathy then she intended as the large mutant sunk to his knees his smiling beak now in line with the apex of her thighs. Raphael pulled the rest of her pants down and off her body making her suddenly aware her legs were free. She had been too distracted by Raphael to know her lower half was free for attack.

She tried to bring her right leg around to knock at the brute from her person and fumbled as he anticipated her move. Which in turn only brought her leg up and over his wide shoulder subsequently bringing his beak to the sopping fabric of her underwear. His breath was molten against her core and his tongue snuck out running the broad appendage along the slender line of her sex. Just that little tease made her arch up gasping back at the moan that threatened to crawl up her throat.

It was beginning to eat at her how much she was enjoying this. Don’t let him know you enjoyed that you stuck up little bitch, how would daddy react to you with his mortal enemy between your thighs?

“You’ll die for that.” Her voice wasn’t her own, a whiney mess that resembled someone weak not the confident second in command of the Foot Clan, the daughter of Oruko Saki.

“Empty promises Karai.” His hot tongue returned pressing into the fabric coming more in contact with the hidden bead. His wide beak enclosed around the mound blowing hot air into the aching flesh beneath as his tongue pressed harder making quick little circles.

“NAhh-st---aahh-fuc—kk-k!”

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t make that out.”

“What are y-you doing to me?” her breathe was coming in quick short bursts and her hand clenched and unclenched trying to regain some composer but he gave no reprieve. This time, oh god this time his finger pulled the thin black fabric to the side exposing her absolutely dripping cunt to his mouth. God what he did with a barrier what could he do with full access. She should be fighting him, she should be, but the turtle was right, she had always been curious about them.

They were formidable enemies on the battle field, determined, focused and their brute strength unparalleled to anything they had ever seen. What were they like as lovers? She imagined Leo a very dedicated lover, focused on his partners pleasure, knowing exactly where to touch, where to kiss and taking his time making every second count ending in a shared orgasm. Michelangelo would a fun and pliant partner, both submissive with a kinky side that left his lover on a perpetual high. Donatello would no doubt a perfectionist in bed, with years of research under his belt. He would know just how to work the human body guaranteeing an explosive end each time. But Raphael, he was made of anger and strength, a perfect solider and a very physical lover. Hands on, and able to use his force for all the right reasons. He could inflict pain and pleasure at the same time. Intense would be a good word for Raphael.

Suddenly he was there, his lips, his tongue, devouring her like she was the last thing there was to eat on this plant and he was starving. His hand hooked under her other leg bringing it up to rest on his other board shoulder and she was helpless to resist. His tongue swirled over the throbbing bud before sucking the tiny flesh into his mouth pulling an inhuman cry from deep within her lungs. She would have been embarrassed the way she mewled and screamed as the brute worked her cunt. Raphael was everything he was in battle as he was as a partner (if you called it that at this moment); relentless, skilled and as his hands came up to her bottom sinking his digits into the plump flesh he held her firmly to his exploring mouth, he showed his strength. He held her up like she weighted nothing mouth covering her folds his tongue delving into the warm heat of her body.

“Y-you fool! I’ll have your head on my mantel after this! Jesus f-f-uucking Christ!” She felt his tongue dive deep stretching pulling the start of her orgasm as it raced with warm undertones until her skin was on fire and her belly was in pleasant knots. As she began to topple over the peak the rush was cool air and the loss of his oh so talented mouth Karai howled in frustration.

“Savage! Insolent insect! I’ll fucking kill you!”

Raphael’s mouth glistened with her essence and the white of his teeth appeared in the dark as his devilish smile widened. “I love it when you talk dirty. If I was mistaken the way your thighs pulled me in closer I would think you were enjoying this.”

“I-I would never…”

His tongue darted out again teasing her throbbing flesh, so close to the end so fucking close.

“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered pressing his lips to her inner thigh before sinking his teeth down.

“Argghh I want….”

“You what?” his mouth enclosed around her again pushing his tongue deep into her body bringing the ach of her climax back to the surface once again. He worked with fervor making wet sounds against her soaked core until she was just at her peak. The heat rolled up and up, her throat tightened as it swarmed her and the insufferable beast was gone again along with her climax.

“What do you want Karai?” the expanse of his board tongue swiped up through her folds making her mewl in aggravation again. “Do you want me to make you cum?”

Karai’s eyes were wild with hate, lust and murder. Each breath was labored as her shoulders heaved this mutant was infuriating and irresistible all at the same time! Her whole body was throbbing with two unspent climaxes and she needed the release.

“Or maybe you want something else, maybe something bigger, thicker? Something that will ruin you for every other human.” Raphael pressed another kiss to both of her inner thighs before slipping her quaking thighs from his shoulders. He stepped back a little and cupped the massive bulge in his shorts rubbing his trapped cock until he was groaning from the friction.

Karai watched him finally push his shorts to the floor allowing his engorged cock spring free. It bobbed heavy between his legs the tip already moist from his excitement. It was huge, the biggest she had ever seen and god it was glorious. Despite the green color fading to a pinkish tan at the tip and the apparent mouth watering size it looked like a normal human cock. He even had two tight green globes hanging just under the heavy rod of flesh.

She squeezed her thighs together again, god she wanted to see what it was like. But she couldn’t say it out loud, she couldn’t, she wouldn’t give this smug son of a bitch the satisfaction. If anyone found out at foot head quarters she allowed Raphael to fuck her she would die.

Raphael was there again but this time we had Karai against the wall and urging her legs around his waist. He was so warm and his smell was overwhelming her senses dulling them until she was shaking against the large mutant with need. His beak pressed into her neck breathing into her heated flesh while his hand gripped the base of his throbbing cock. “I promise it will only hurt for a few moments. You’re pretty little cunt will adjust to the size quickly.” Pressing forward the red banded terrapin glided the glistening tip threw her folders circling around her hidden jewel.

Karai squeezed her eyes shut drinking in the warmth of the helm of his length as it passed so close to its destination. Then his mouth descended to her pulse point sucking at the skin rocking his hips forward giving them both a bit of much needed friction.

“You’re so wet Karai, I bet it would slip inside without any resistance.” He brought the tip to the tight channel and circled the opening without entering. His smile grew wide along her throat as the princess of the foot clan’s hips rocked forward trying to gain some of him. “Nuh uhh princess, you need to ask for it before I oblige you.”

“Beast….”

“That’s not asking for it Karai. Tell Raphael what you want.”

“Never, I’ll never….shhit—aghfu-ah.”

Raphael let the tip of himself slip just into her heat giving Karai a taste of it, what it was like to have a mutant inside her. “Say it nice. If you do maybe I’ll let it hurt a little. I know you like a little pain with your pleasure.”

Karai couldn’t think, every part of her was screaming at her to allow it to happen. The sweet tingling pressure of just the tip was enough to make her body involuntarily start to shake. He was so big, so warm and she could feel the throb of it.

When she felt the flesh begin to recede she cried out, “Stop!”

“Yes?” Raphael’s face came level with hers his eyes boring into her very soul and his mouth millimeters from her lips. Even his breath was pleasant. Fuck him! Fuck him!

“Please……”

“Please what?”

“I want…I want you inside me, I have to know…god help me….please.”

Raphael’s smile grew with each syllable she pleaded in breathless want and gave her exactly what she wanted. Pressing forward Raphael sheathed himself within her body inch by inch stretching her core to its near breaking point.

Karai hissed at the dull pain and rocked forward to take the brute into her body. The slide was slow and sweet and ever ridge and vein that adorned his beautiful cock could be felt as he glided inside. It was painful, overwhelming and god it felt like heaven.

As he bottomed out his lower plastron came flush with her body with a grunt. Gripping her hips Raph leaned further in making sure every inch was incased and he was balls deep. He even pulsed the embedded flesh for good measure hearing the foot brat gasp at the flex.

“Oh fuck.” Her eyes were wide and mouth open taking in deep heavy breaths adjusting to the massive intrusion. She had never felt to full, so wide open like this, it was nothing she had ever experienced. The pain was a low steady ache but when the mutant started to withdraw, it soon ebbed away to an electric wave of pleasure. Then, oh god then he slammed forward and every ounce of oxygen in her lungs expelled with an undignified moan. More, she needed more and with what voice she had left she let him know.

“M-more.”

Another withdrawal and brutal snap forward the brute growled into the shell of her ear. “Louder.”

“MORE!”

“That’s my girl.”

The next drive was straight and true and Raphael buried himself to the hilt and Karai arched and screamed. “Oh god! Fuck me you god damn beast!”

He obliged, using the strength in his thighs and his ass he rammed into her body starting a rhythm only he could maintain. The lost climaxes she was denied came back with a vengeance and rushed through her spine like a freight train overtaking every cell with an explosive fire. It started at the very tips of her toes; heat crackling and rolled up and up until her belly was clenching and screaming. The force of it hit and her mouth opened to scream to release the energy that came crashing over her but nothing came out. The pent up climax stayed and erupted blinding her. She felt like ice and fire and Karai tensed up as he continued to rut into her fucking Karai through her climax and into the long crawl to the next.

The sounds coming from the mutant were just as exhilarating, his grunts and rumbling only heightened this weird fucked up experience. His mouth moved over her collar bone nipping and kissing leaving wet trails of his saliva as he feasted upon her flesh. Through the haze of her fading euphoria she could hear him talking.

“Gonna make you so fucking messy inside.” He moaned after a particularly brutal snap of his hips. “You’re gonna smell like me for weeks so daddy knows whose fucking claimed his princess.”

She should have been pissed at his lust filled rambling but the truth was she was feeding off of it. The thought of getting caught, disobeying father was taboo, thrilling. Suddenly the beast hooked his arms under her knees and brought her legs over his shoulder folding her in half all the while not missing a beat.

This new angle allowed the spongy head to drive directly into the roof of her heat striking the bundled nerves dead on. The sensation was all new and sent Karai’s body into over drive. The steady rise of her next climax intensified and she keened and thrashed against the mutant with each battering strike to her cervix. No man had ever given her what Raphael was currently subjecting her body too. Every cell in her being felt like it was being torn apart and sewn back together all at the same time while being burned with this all consuming fire. The obscene sounds of their bodies colliding reverberated through the hollow space, echoing high into the rafters.

The crest of her orgasm raced her down as her body rocked against the wall and by the way his breathing shuttered against her throat Raphael was close as well. His grip tightened and a low dark sound came from deep within his chest.

“Y-you’re gonna crave me.” He voice was rough and dark. “No one else is gonna be able to satisfy this pretty little cunt of yours.” His breath caught in his throat as his rhythm faltered. “I’m gonna fill you so fucking full of me.”

She could feel his cock swell and then he was looking at her, his pupils were blown wide and his mouth parted struggling to breath. “If you want this again.” He punctuated his words as he drove forward with brute strength. “If you want this again you’ll scream my name when you cum on this cock.”

The rush of heat came quickly washing over her body as she peaked and peaked hard. Her back arched nearly snapping her spine as she came undone around him. Everything went white and Karai felt her body die and come back to life. She could feel him, feel him as he erupted inside her body, his cock pulsing each load of white hot steams of his seed bathing her inside with his essence.

The heat of his release, the weight of him as he brought their bodies as close as he could as his filled her to the very brim until she felt him spill down her backside, she let go, let him in. “Ra-RAPH-EAL!!!!!!!”

The last thing she remembered was his mouth crushed against her, kissing her, his tongue moving with hers as he emptied himself into her womb. For a mutant even his talent for kissing left her breathless.

With a start Karai lurched forward sitting up on the cot she was perched upon. The morning light was trickling through the broken windows of what looked like to be an abandoned church. She was free and very much alone. The dull ache of her wrists brought her back to the night before. She was now dressed but the soreness between her legs made her very aware that it wasn’t a dream. Even now she could Raphael him spilling from her body.

Slowly a smile graced her feminine features as she rose to her feet wincing at the remembrance of being stretched by the brute. He had been right, he had ruined her, the thought of coupling with another human man gave her no joy. The only thought was Raphael and how she would mange getting him alone again. But the next time would be different, the next time she would be the one in control.

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marune2 · 10 months ago

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Pregnant Ida :Ida and ichika finde out Ida is pregnant

Summary

Ida get pregnant and don’t know how Heinrich did. need to tell ichika and her what going on and ichika is anyway done whit ida devil biology and ida is scared as fuc€

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Ida did show since of sickness what is not norm because ida don’t get sick

Ichika did kick her ass the let’s Heinrich looking at her at least because ichika is scared tow devil don’t get sic€ so she doesn’t know what going on and she hate it if it’s the case

Heinrich:uh how I telling your this……

Ida:spit it out old man what going on?

Ichika just stare

Heinrich:you are pregnant Ida

Ichika shot her a glare

Ida: HOLD UP you are joking I just have sex whit ichika and she is a woman!!!!!!

Ichika can tell it’s the true because of her Qi and relaxing more but is not in the same time

Ichika: I know you not lie but did somebody give you seriously stuff and you whas not in minde as it happened?“glare at her

Ida:wh- No I don’t take stuff from other and I can smell dru€s !!!!! But how?!?? Are you sure I’m pregnant!!!!!

Heinrich:I’m sure but let have some questions…..ichika did you and Ida have um…..se€ as you were really angry or did have other negative emotion?

Ichika going red:what have it to do whit it?

Ida red too:yes but we did have…she whas really angry….one time….

Heinrich:so what do your know how devils are born?

Ida:out of negative emotion they manifest in the underworld as fare I know…..

Heinrich:hm yes but it’s give a other way you must know devils can’t get easily children if then yes this there death there other devils kill them or there body’s is not made for this…..

Ichika:don’t you say Ida will die?“glare at him

Ida:are you seriously?!

Heinrich:hm yes and No devils can’t abandon there children there there behind is linked to the unborn and if the unborn die to early the mother die tow plus devils are specialized in hunting and scheming they are creatures of chaos and scheming but if the baby have evolved enough you can do a a birth or a Caesarean section

Ida:gread but this don’t tell my how I got pregnant!!!

Heinrich: you both have so a highly negative emotion what is mixed whit love and your both needs to have a child wishing this it can happen this ichika’s soul part and a part of you Ida mix’s in one new behind like in form of a baby you know gender doesn’t Mather really whit devils and human love…..

Ida:wha?! I did don’t wished a child!!!!! What I do oh fuc€ fuc€ fuc€ fuc€ fuc€-

Ichika take Ida in her arms: it’s ok breath Ida we will do it ok? I’m here and I will take care of ur child I promise

Ida crying

Ichika:shhhhhh it’s fine I’m here

Heinrich:well…..Here water

Ichika take the water and give it ida

Ida take it and drink it

Heinrich:I let your just come to if your are ready I will take care of the pregnancy if your want…..

Ichika: it would be the best you the only on she let’s on her after all from the doctor’s………whit out a fight at least….

Ida cuddling on ichika

Heinrich:is ok just be aware this Ida’s devil instinct will be hight up and um……devil have a higher sleep eat and how I gona say it….um higher se€ drive to reduce stress in there pregnancy and the need of there partner and family“ laughing nervously

Ichika:is good Heinrich sensei

Heinrich laughing nervously and get up and go

Ichika hold just Ida in her arms….she did Wunder why don’t fell she the baby? But it’s not evolved enough maybe?

#yami ichika #ida Faust #Hein Faust #black clover #black clover au #oc #black clover oc #unplanned pregnancy #angst/comfort #protective ichika #discuss of devil pregnancy

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🌼Chara's Resort - Chapter 1 :'' ''I call monkey business on this hotel, partner'' or 'the Introduction' ''🌼

''*Are you 100% sure about that, partner ?''

Frisk eye rolled and with a big sigh made Chara understand that yes, they were and no, there was no need of asking that for the 387th time.

''*A-Alright then. Sorry, I shouldn't be the nervous one.''

Frisk gave their little undead partner a patient smile, and then a global look at the hotel. It was absolutely huge. Like, real huge. In the night they could barely even see the roof, and there was too many windows for them to count. It gave the young human a slight feel of anxiety, wondering if they would really be able to take care of something that big...

''*...why is it so little lightened ?''

Huh. Good question. The building was indeed barely lightened outside as for inside, and Chara completed their question with the observation that it was weird for a construction that seemed that brand new. Perhaps every customer was already asleep...?

''*At ten in the evening ? Every window ? Seriously, partner ? What do you think it is, a military camp ?''

Hmpf. Cut off the sass, Chara. There was anyway only one way of learning more, since whatever Frisk would say, their hirer didn't told them anything about the job yesterday.

''*Aaand right in the problems Chara & Frisk are bulling agaaain~'' crooned Chara ''Team-Rocket'' like, while their partner eagerly swinged open the front door of the building, ready for everyone and everything... Except for finding the check-in hall to be as darkened as the windows, and maybe even emptier than Jerry's personality -Chara !!!!

''*What ? He HAS the emptiest personality. And I'm the narrating one here, so frick off. Beyond of this, you gotta admit, this is like, really abnormal... Make me think of a horror movie scenario... y'know ? With the clueless guys who enter in a isolated recently bought house, and then- Nonono, don't close the door !! It's always once it's done that freaky stuff happens... Wha- NoI'mNotScaredButSeriouslyPleaseLetThatDoorOpen.''

Low-key laughing at their friend's nervousness, Frisk stepped deeper in the entrance, checking around for any clue of someone, in vain. The hall was inconfortably spacious... The silence didn't help, and Frisk rapidly felt their partner gripping their suit's leg, having decided to ground themselves in the hope to feel less exposed. The aspiring janitor frankly smiled at this sight. They did not know Chara still had scared child instincts.(*muttering*''*Mrrrmmrr....As if you didn't, you stupid mrmgrownup...(pfff)'')

Openly giggling this time, Frisk reached the check-in office and officializing the lack of reception, got ready to wait, gently messing the incorporeal hair of their pouty ghost friend.

Five minutes passed. Five more.

As it was getting to a quarter-hour, Chara had calmed down and Frisk was getting less and less sure about anything concerning their job. Their partner started swinging playfully around the deck, happy to feel getting closer the possibility of leaving the place, as they've been arguing about it during the whole wait.

''*That's just as what I'm killing myself in telling you, partner~ Nothing about this stuff is right ! 🎶Huge place, dark place, no one around...🎵 Nothing is right, yet here you are...🎶 Hmm hm hm hmmm... Oooh yeah~...🎵''

Hearing Chara starting to sing almost got the best out of Frisk, making them stand up all of a sudden and eye-dagger their smuggy brat of a friend, who promptly tempered.

''*Woah- hey, cool partner ! I'm just saying that apparently no one was warned you would come. That Gadd guy probably didn't bothered to get someone... (And honestly, for how he behaved yesterday, that would not surprise me...) ...Huh- wait, don't make that face !! Don't be sad, it's probably just an oversight... (...) Tell you what : let's ring the bell here, and if really nobody shows up, we'd get out of here, how about that ?''

Frisk sighed but had to admit it was the best option... Though before reaching out for the bell, they hesitated and then, to Chara's startlement, turned to them and bowing, waved in the bell's direction with a wink. After some confusing seconds, Chara understood : their partner offered them the first hit.

''*Wha-- But Frisky, I am a ghost. It won't do anything and you know it, right- oh.''

Of course they knew. But Chara could see it in Frisk's eyes. They wouldn't just get away with fifteen minutes of whining. And perhaps even wouldn't get away at all, if they didn't lowed themselves in that reminding of their incorporeal misery. Not while knowing how Frisk was.

''*... Alright then...''

Chara loomed over the bell, arm raised, eyesiding their partner's already satisfied grin. Swallowing their indignation, the little ghost sighed hard and hit that humiliating call bell with all of their frustration. ''*Here goes nothing-"

"Diiiiinnngg~🎵!!!''

...

...the echo of the ringing rolled in the entire hall. Leaving the equally stunned duo in a deafening silence.

---

''*...Waitwaitwaitwait. How the fuc-''

Despite being genuinely confused, Frisk had that reflex of reminding language manners to Chara. For who it was really the leastest of their problems.

''*Partner, I just did physically interact with a material object after one hundred ghostly years of not even being able to interact with magic. I can talk however the hell I want. What- NO I have no idea. I did not do anything special- I wasn't even fricking expecting it to ring... No I don't think there's anything special with it. I mean it's a goddamn bell ?? It's not even glowing or anything... Oh danggit---I'm so damn confused !!! Why does it have to happen now...''

''...Hum, hello, and err...How may I help you ?''

The unknown voice caught the arguing duo off guard and, turning up towards the origin in unison, opening baby owl eyes, they faced an... unexpected figure. It was a skinny man-like creature, standing behind the desk, with a blue and transparent body ; whose eyes and mouth, and general being actually, was strangely glowing ; and was dressed as a groom ; and manifestly waiting for a response.

After a couple of seconds Chara broke the silence. ''*...You, huh. 'You encounter... (Wait lemme *CHECK...) ...Stuart Gangers.''

The newcomer suddenly looked like choking on that name evocation. ''Wait wha- How- how do you know-''

''*...Said 'Steward'. Like his fonction, which is outrageously convenient...''

''Hey !''

''*...Basically the ghost equivalent of Burgerpants ; doing his very best.' ...Hooold on : 'ghost' ??? But wait, then does that mean...''-

''HEY !!!''

''*----OooohMyGodI'mSoSorryIDidn'tThoughtYouCouldPerceiveMe.''

...

Some seconds of overwhelming tension passed between the more-lost-than-ever duo and the rather mad bellhop. Finally, this last one decided it was not worth keeping up such an atmosphere if it didn't ended with anything good from those two unexpected visitors, and with a big sigh suggested them to forget about it and start over instead. So hello visitors, you can call me Steward, welcome to the Last Resort, new version, and how may I help you ?...

''*... Yeah'', croaked that strange-looking little petty ghost of a brat (having to be polite to customers didn't forbid him to think his mind) who guessed his true identity. ''*Yeah. Good idea. That's surely better. (Sorry). So, hum... Greetings mister... The names are Chara and Frisk Dreemur, and huh... Frisk here came in this place because they got hired as a janitor yesterday by some weird gu-(ahem)-Imeansomeone of the name of E. Gadd ; youuu...might have been warned...?''

Seeing the young spectrum getting shyer and shyer, to the point that their words gradually sounded less and less audible, restored Steward's sympathy ; and so that was honestly smiling that he informed them that indeed, he has been warned that the new janitor would come tonight, though the professor did not care to tell at which time. But on the other hand, he had in fact warned the entire staff hotel, including the residents, about this and that he wanted them all to meet the new employee (''for some reason -I don't really get it... they never did something like that before ??...-ahem-'') and so he had gathered them in integrity in the reception room, a bit next to the hall. May he leaded them in...?

A perplex silence fell through the ghosts and the human, before a steady-as-a-broom ghost kid finally asked : ''*...the 'professor' ? ...And... What do you imply by... The residents...?''

Steward squinted. ''...What...You mean that he did not told you ??''

As he faced the embarrassed look of the duo, it occurred to the incredulous bellhop that he had to brought himself to give them a summary on his own. How come the professor did not warn them... ??

''...god is it a funny story... So... Let's see...''

...

Ten minutes of wide explanations later, Frisk had to sum up to Steward. Did he really just said that 1) their hirer was a scientist focused on ghosts studies ; 2) the hotel itself was inhabited specifically by ghosts ; and 3) they were about to meet them all at once ??

''That's the long and the short of it, yes.''

But it was amazing ! It meant that Chara could for once meet up plenty people who could actually see them, hear them ! They could even make friends, finally !

Turning up to share their enthusiasm with the said children, Frisk brutally felt their happiness fade to concern. Noticing the human sudden worried face, Steward followed their eyes... and felt his chest tighten.

Chara was standing on their feet, abnormally steardy, eyes wide open and darting the ground, the whole spectra ran by violent shakes, their aura producing small red zaps of energy - an expression of fear iridiating from their whole being. It was a major panic attack, like Steward never could bear himself. No need to be a genius to understand that the kid wouldn't be able to interact with anyone in those conditions.

That establishment done, Steward turned to the alarmed human and suggested them to begin heading to the reception room by themselves, while he would take care of this. The young mortal hesitated but consented at the empathetic look on the bellhop's face. Giving a timid wave at their -oblivious- partner, they slowly engaged in the hallway. Once Frisk was out of view, Steward flew around the desk and crouched himself next to shuddering Chara. ''Hey kid. Are you feeling okay ?'' ''* . . . '' ''It's alright, okay ? I'm just sitting there. I swear I won't hurt you or anything else. Nobody will.'' ''*... I...I-I'm---...'' ''...There... See ? I'm just going to touch you on the shoulder... Here. Take a breath.'' Steward has cautiously began to open his arms, and Chara, still intensely shivering, instinctively moved themselves in. ''*I'm...I-'' they stuttered, as Steward very carefully closed his arms on the child's back. ''There, there... Shhh. Don't worry. You're safe. It's gonna be okay.'' Chara stared in shook, then their voice cracked down as they given back the ghost's hug, with all the force their violent shudders allowed them to use.

''*I'm sorry...''

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Meanwhile, Frisky has already reached the reception room door.

They hesitated at the entrance. Being without their little partner felt so wrong... Having grown up with that constant -although sassy, and overly curious, and sometimes kinda annoying- presence, the young human felt unusually lonely. And worried for them. Would they really be alright...?

As Frisk was lost in their thoughts, the doors suddenly BUSTED open. Brutally brought back to reality, a startled Frisky eyecatched an obviously out of patience Professor E. Gadd, blabbering aggressively while being followed by some blue ghost.

''It's been almost an hour now since they should have arrived, what in the world is that guy doin- OH ! It's you !'' exclaimed the scientist, radically changing their tone at Frisk's recognition. ''We weren't expecting you anymore ! What took you so long ?'' As the newest janitor timidly attempted to remind Gadd that he literally did not told anything about what the program would look like, he interrupted them and grabbing them by the arm, dragged them towards the room ; ''Yeah yeah whatever. Anyway, we're so glad to finally have you here. You'll see : everyone's been waiting for you !'' Then practically pushed poor Frisky through the entrance.

Bursted up suddenly into the large place, bewildered Frisk reduced themselves to that latest rough treatment, and, blinking at the sudden relative amount of light, eyed the room... And almost let fall their backpack in amazement. Here, in this room, were standing (or more floating for some ominous reasons) dozens and dozens and dozens of ghosts, all sizes, all forms (perhaps as varied as monsters species), who were all doing (it wasn't the least astonishing thing to Frisk, knowing Chara) who were all doing normal corporeal people stuff, including eating for some !!...aaand were, hum. All staring at Frisk. The young human felt briefly their chest tighten at that last realization. But really briefly, as a ghost of tall stature, with blue sweater, cap and body (and a rather massive chin and pointy nose) approached to greet them -with the friendliest behaviour :

''Why, bonjour ! You must be the new concierge, n'est-ce pas ? Pleased to be meeting you, I'm Morty ! If you want, I can present you to everyone ! ^^''

Relieved by the reaction of the spectre, Frisk smiled widely and felt their loneliness flew away. Perhaps it would in fact not be as terrible as foreseen actually...

E. Gadd discreetly grabbed his captors.

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In the meantime, back in the hall, Steward finally managed to get Chara to calm down... Well, sort of. If you can call calmed down a child sitting in ball-like position against the check-in desk, hidden under their hood, sobbing (gradually quieter, gotta admit). The bellhop was sitting right next to them, gently patting them, and wait for their hiccups to fade off to prudently ask them what got them to stress out that brutally.

''*...'' ''You don't have to tell me, but I think it would be better for us both to clear that up. If it's okay with you.'' ''*...I'm sorry... it's just that... (Hic) it's just that it's all happening at once... That's all.(snif)'' ''What are you talking of ?'' ''*But everything, whined the young ghost. We just came up in this creepy place and then... Then I'm able to touch things out of nowhere ? I just can't understand...'' ''...you mean it was the first time ever for you ??'' ''*Ever since I died, yup...'' ''How long-'' ''*One hundred and fifteen years.'' ''... Woah. Seriously ?'' ''*Huh-hu. ...Why ?'' ''Well actually, I did never heard of ghosts on the late...I was personally physically fully interactive hours after my death, in fact.'' ''*...'' ''Buuut I mean, it's okay. You seem to be an unusual...hum, special type of ghost anyway, so it's probably not that weird.'' ''*... what do you mean, exactly ?'' sneaked the little ghost, squinting. ''... Well... By example...''started the nervous bellhop, feeling he probably shouldn't have come up with this subject. ''I mean your appearance -and aura- is radically different from ours. Like you see, I have a tail and you seem to naturally have legs.'' ''*Oh yeah, smiled the small ghost. I did not notice it at first. It's funny.'' Encouraged by his achievement in getting a smile, Steward continued. ''Also, unlike mine, your eyes got pupils... (And your mouth is not glowing)'' ''*Yep... but, doesn't red pupils look a little weird though ?'' wondered the kid, suddenly sad. Getting that it was a sensitive topic, Steward eluded by assuring them it gave them an interesting look, and quickly switched to another subject (''And are those actually ears under your hood ?? Man, kid, you don't get your luck !!'' ''*Heee~ ! Quit it, it tickles !!''), effectively getting them to laugh, finally.

So after having managed to get Chara finally better, the blue ghost dared, after a short pause, to ask them if they wanted to head to the reception room with him, as he had to go there anyway. The little ghost shrinked on themselves. Then quietly confessed to Steward that in one hundred and a bit, they've never been able to interact with anyone but Frisk (''*and some rare exceptions... -ahem-''). So the perspective of having to meet plenty of new people able to perceive them in one shot, just like that, was a terrifying one. They just could't do it.

''*I'm really sorry...'' apologized the kid, rubbing their eye.

''... it's okay. I feel for you.''

''*I'm already happy to have met you today. I'd met the others, but like... Eventually'', stated the kid with a frank smile.

Steward felt his chest warm up at this one... ''Awww, thank you kid. That's fine, take all the time you need. We're all staying here anyway. And by the way, if you really have trouble with developing your ghost abilities we could teach you how it's done'', he added with a friendly wink ;).

Chara's eyes (and hair) bloomed with stars (and flowers (??)) at this unexpected offer ; but then, got melancholic...

''*...Do you really have to go ?''

''...yes, kid. Or else they'll be looking for me, sorry.''

The look on the child's face pitied the bellhop as he was getting up. Then an idea came to his mind, and with a wide smile he suggested Chara an alternative at being alone. Would they mind to try ?

''*...huh... Yeah, I guess ?''

So turning up, Steward clapped his hands, and a quartet of blue, yellow, red and purple glowing forms appeared from the walls. The bellhop informed the stunned kid that those were Goob, Slinker, Hammer and Sneaker. And as they gently approached the little ghost, and as the said 'Goob' managed its way through the very arms of that curious-looking new kid, Chara nearly teared up in awe.

''*Awww~ Oh my god they're so CUTE- thank you Mister !!!''

Steward nodded and, after making sure that the kid was in good escort, -gloriously- initiated his way to the reception room.

Plenty satisfied with himself for once.

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Within the said reception room, Frisk was living their glorious hours. The guy named Morty knew indeed everyone and nobody got forgotten. The residents were globally really satisfied with the new janitor ; although being a little confused about if it was a boy or a girl, they all recognized their obvious ability to adapt to any given situation, their friendliness and, which wasn't the leastest of qualities for some, their quietness. In fact, the ghosts were really wondering how that human managed to be understood by everyone ? They did not see him/her open their mouth to actually talk even once !! But ah, in the end it didn't really matter. They were optimistic about...-well, in doubt- them, anyway. The atmosphere was sincerely light (ironically---hum.).

But as the presentations went along, the professor E. Gadd, who was keeping himself apart from the assembly, in a corner where he had a wide sight of the entire room, surrounded with complex instruments, seemed himself, less and less satisfied. The goobs who were providing the service were gossiping between themselves about how much he looked like he was searching for something and couldn't find it.

To the point where the friendly festivities got brutally interrupted when he jumped out of his seat and bulled towards the ghosts, arguing that something was not right.

''Wha- What's wrong, Professor ??'' asked the gal called Chambrea, confused. ''Everyone is having a good time. What's the matter ?''

''If something is wrong ? Yes something is definitely wrong. Don't you fellows ghosts sense like, I don't know... There's something off in that room ?''

''... ... ...''

''... Steward's... missing ?'' risked someone, bewildered.

''I don-''

''Not anymore~ !🎵'' whistled the interested, who just made his entry through the door-

''I DON'T FRICKING CARE ABOUT STEWARD !!'' shouted the professor, way more violently than he intended. Ignoring the shook he just caused in the gasping audience (and without even a look for poor Steward), he went on : ''What I mean is... Did really none of you guys perceive some strange presence, or aura, around 'Frick' here ?''

''...No, professor. ''Answered a tall purple ghost in costume in the coldest of tones. ''Why ,professor ?''

''Really ?'' enchained the said professor, totally oblivious to the inner menace. ''None of you did notice anything unusual with 'Frick' ? Nothing else than him (or her...?) ?? Utterly, positively, absolutely sure ???''

''Yes, professor.'' completed a rich-looking yellow ghost lady, in a similar tone. ''None of us. Why that question, professor ? Was there something you did not tell us, professor ?''

''...Bad timing.''

The scientist brutally turned away, gathered some of his instruments, and busted out of the room -nearly jostling away poor Steward, who glared at him suspiciously- while repeating over and over : ''Bad timing. Bad timing. Bad timing.''

Bad timing.

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🌼~End of Chapter 1~🌼

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Thank you very much for having read it all until the end. I hope my style did not bore you. And that you liked the plot.🥰

Love you all.

(Phew, it was really exhausting... Hope it was worth it at least^^''')

#undertale #crossover lm3 #lm3 #chara #ghost chara #adult frisk #Chara's Resort #fanfic

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