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[princessbrunette]

after rewatching s1 and seeing rafe manhandle sarah and kie it makes me think about how differently the obx boys would do it with reader in a high pressure situation like the one at the outdoor theatre or say the girls and reader get into a petty argument.

rafe’s making it a point to his girl the he’s not above making a scene in a place that considers him king - and naturally doesn’t want to be seen as a pushover with his gf in public - so he’s a little rougher with her and a lot more dominant in his body language by towering over her

jj’s a little more blazé, but is making a point to stand his ground in the more casual dominance sense by defusing his girlfriend. like “yeah, okay mama, time to wrap this shit up.” then hoisting her up over his shoulder. giving cheeky ass pinches if she continues to try wrestle free.

john b feels like a rambler, gently holding his girl by the wrist or waist, slowly but surely walking them back from the situation. continuing to reassure her that “it’s fine, we’re gonna go home now - i know what happened but we move on, c’mon the twinkie’s parked over there.”

this is so real. i think rafe’s patience is a lot more thin than anyone else’s which doesn’t exclude you, so if you’re making a scene and it’s not about something he particularly cares about he’s gonna just get irritated by the whole thing and drag you away. i can see him lifting you with his arm around your waist, just walking away whilst you continue cussing and yelling. will chuck you down once you’re at a safe distance and spit out a lazy “‘fucks gotten into you, huh?”

jj’s is sooo correct too. but i feel like he’d be just as pissed off as you are so he’s making an active decision to try and be the reasonable one. he’s probably glaring at who you’re fighting with, tongue in his cheek, but as soon as he hears your voice crack like you’re getting upset he starts to nudge you away cos he knows it’s not worth it. “c’mon, walk away. walk away mama. not worth it, trust me.” i think he’d give your back a little rub as you storm away at his side though to try and subtly calm you down.

i can definitely see john b being a wrist grabber. maybe you even try and take a swipe at this girl but he quickly yanks your wrist back and gives you that stern wide eyed- raised brows combo and a gentle voice. “hey, we’re not doing that today. remember? laying low. think it’s time we leave, don’t you?” hmm

[kingkunigami]

— rough

Kunigami taking his aggression out on you after wildcard— honestly I want him to knock me around a bit😩

Warnings: 18+, choking, asphyxiation, rough sex, creampie, Kunigami ignores readers request not to cum inside her, semi-public sex, slut used once.

Pairings: Kunigami Rensuke x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.5k.

There’s something different about Kunigami when he makes it out of the wildcard program. A darkness that lingers inside him and threatens to consume him whole, stealing the light piece by piece until he’s a shell of the man you knew before.

He’s colder, rougher, more intent.

Ravenous.

As he stalks towards you after a game, focused eyes honing in on you like a hungry lion stalking its prey— ready to devour you whole. A man ready to take out all the anger and aggression that’s been building up inside him, dangling over him like a noose.

And sometimes you can’t even tell whether your kind, caring boyfriend still exists inside him. It’s as though he’s a completely different man.

It’s divergent from the soft, sensual sex you’re used to with Kunigami. Full of reassuring words and touches as he rolls his hips against yours gently, as though he’s afraid you might break. Like a delicate butterfly that he cups in his palms, cherishing you with every fibre of his being.

But this man? He’s brutal.

Hungrily using you for his own lust, calloused hands brusing as he pins you to the wall. Your panties just about survive his rough movements as he tugs them down your thighs roughly, letting the fabric settle around one of your ankles before he’s hoisting your thigh up against his hip.

He’s indecorous as he’s swiping his palm over your naked slit, fingers delving between your folds to see how wet you are for him— and it’s not nearly enough as he’s kind enough to spit in his palm to rub the moisture between your thighs. Nudging your clit with his rough movements, just enough to have your hips bucking with want.

It’s like he’s a different man completely as he’s tugging at his shorts, pulling them down just enough to free his aching cock as the weight of it hangs low and heavy. Wrapping himself in a fist as he strokes the tip through your messy slit, his pre mingles with cooling spit as he knocks your clit. Cold, half-lidded eyes stare down at you as he blindly searches for your entrance.

The hunger and desire that burns molten fire inside him makes it difficult for him to find it, the swollen tip catches against it as he thrusts forward and misses. Sliding his length through your sex as he snarls in irritation, tightening his grip as he pulls at your thigh. Lifting it higher as he almost suspends you from the ground, keeping your weight trapped between him and the cold brick wall as he tilts back to try and see your cunt. To guide himself inside you as he finally catches against your tight, unprepared hole. Canting his hips with one sharp thrust as he buries his cock inside you.

“Oh, fu—” The penetration steals the wind from your lungs as your lips part to gulp air in.

You’re not gifted a moment to adjust to the sensation before Kunigami is using your body greedily— selfishly. His eyes are focused and intent as he curls himself into you, towering over you as he traps you against him. Soft grunts spill from deep in his throat, the sound has your clit twitching as the slight pain begins to morph into sheer pleasure.

“Ren—” You manage to choke out between airy moans as you let him use you how he so pleases.

“Oh, shit,” He exhales through his nose, “Always so tight for me.”

Each thrust is bruising as he pounds his hips forward, heavy balls slap against your ass as you scramble for purchase. Your nails dig into his broad, muscular shoulders leaving angry red lines in their wake, which only seem to goad him on. The sharp pain that ebbs through his veins has his cock twitching inside you, pulsing as he nears his release.

Kunigami gives one of your breasts a rough squeeze, fingers moulding into the supple skin bruisingly as you cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Your body betrays you as your cunt clenches pathetically from the abuse, begging him for more as your back arches towards his touch.

You reach up to curl your palm over the back of his hand, goading him to squeeze again as he does. Sucking in air through clenched teeth as he bites back a depraved grunt of pleasure.

“You like that, huh?” He murmurs, “Don’t even care that anyone could walk by and see you like this.”

And truth be told in the moment, you didn’t. You were certain his teams had caught glimpses of you in compromising positions before. Most of the time you’d have to coax your boyfriend into doing anything illicit, Kunigami often adamant that this sort of intimacy should be reserved for behind closed doors. But once in a while he’d let you tug down his shorts to relax him at half time, or bend you over before the game started for good luck— but this? This was downright depraved, and he could care less if anyone saw you like this right now. You were one thing that he had that no one else could have, a warped sense of power that consumed him.

“Fuck, such a slut.” He grunts as he brings his palm up higher to your neck, thick fingers wrap around your jugular as he squeezes. The pad of his thumb pushes into your jawline to direct your focus on him, staring into his auburn eyes as you feel the intensity of his gaze as he uses you selfishly. Seeking out his pleasure before your own as he works out every ounce of frustration on your poor, pliant body.

“Look at me,” He growls, “I said fucking look at me.”

Every word is annunciated by a precise, sharp rut of his hips as your eyes meet his auburn gaze. Your cunt pulses at the attention, intense diluted pupils have you writhing beneath him.

“S’too much,” You can barely make out between the hand tightening around your neck, cutting off your air supply as his thrusts become sloppier. Dropping more of his weight onto you as your walls tighten around his cock, your slick now leaks down his thick length as it creams around the base. Dribbling down onto his heavy balls as he anticipates his climax.

Expecting him to pull out at the last minute as always. Kunigami was always careful, always ready to stroke his length to finish himself off and shoot warm spurts of cum all over your tummy or ass.

“Pull out.” You whisper, his palm tightens around your neck as he nears his end.

But this time he was intent, determined.

“Rensuke.” Your voice is barely a whisper as the lack of oxygen goes straight to your head.

“Take it all,” Kunigami snarls as your cunt clenches pathetically at his tone, “Fucking take it.”

And a warmth consumes you as his balls drain inside your trembling hole, pumping globs of his thick release inside your obedient cunt. Continuing to give shallow ruts into you, burying his spend deeper inside your ruined walls.

“Fuck.” His grip loosens around your neck as he fills you to the brim.

You’re almost an afterthought as he pulls back, half-lidded eyes softening as though he’s just realised what he’s done. Feeling your desperate walls continue to pulse around him, desperately close to your own end as Kunigami takes pity on you.

“Shit, ‘m sorry, baby.” He grumbles.

Slipping a hand between your connected bodies as he presses the pad of his thumb against your puffy clit, rubbing swift precise circles against it as he leads you towards your own release. He knows your body better than you know it yourself as he has you teetering on the edge of your climax with minimal effort. The saccharine tartness to your moans has his softening cock twitching inside you as he feels you dancing on the tip of your release, goading you to tumble over the edge.

“Cum for me, princess.” He groans, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he watches you, “Always so pretty when you’re cummin’ for me.”

Feeling your chest tighten as the familiar sensation surges through you in harsh waves, your walls clamp down around his cock as you meet your own release. Kunigami’s grip on your thigh tightens to stop your legs from giving out and falling to the floor as he works you through your end. Cooing words of encouragement and praise as the intense pleasure continues coursing through you.

“Good girl.” He soothes, giving your clit a few more gentle circles until you’re trying to arch away from his touch.

Reluctantly pulling his spent cock from your messy hole as he tucks himself back inside his shorts. Bending down to help you back into your panties as he pulls them up your thighs, feeling the mixture of your release drooling into the crotch as the fabric sticks to your skin uncomfortably as he presses a lingering kiss to your lips.

“Let’s go home.” You plead, hoping that he’ll leave the building that has effectively stolen his spirit.

“Can’t,” He shakes his head, “I’ve gotta train.”

Kunigami can see the hurt flash through your eyes, but it doesn’t change his decision. You already know you’ve lost him to the Blue Lock program, and you can only hope to save his soul before it’s too late.

[moonselune]

Hey, new person here, I just thought your giant tav was adorable and I was wondering if youd do the same but in the inverse with a tiny tav or do the guys with a giant tav

Oooo yes, I did it with a tiny tav with the ladies for symmetry

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Karlach:

The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the landscape as you and Karlach traveled along the winding path. The journey had been long and filled with peril, but now, with the day's dangers behind you, the world felt calm and serene. Karlach, your fierce and towering lover, walked beside you, her fiery presence a comforting constant.

As the path grew uneven and difficult to navigate, Karlach paused and turned to you with a mischievous smile. "Need a better view of the road ahead, love?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with playful intent.

Before you could respond, she effortlessly scooped you up and hoisted you onto her broad shoulders. From this vantage point, the world looked different—more expansive and grand. But the real reason you loved this position was because it brought you closer to Karlach, her warmth and strength surrounding you like a protective barrier.

As you settled in, Karlach's hands gently held your legs, her fingers brushing your thighs. "Comfortable up there?" she teased, glancing up at you with a grin.

You laughed, the sound light and carefree. "Yes, but I know you just like having me close."

Karlach chuckled, her deep voice rumbling through her chest. "Guilty as charged," she admitted. "And maybe I like the view too." Her tone grew more playful as she lightly nibbled on your inner thigh, her teeth grazing your sensitive skin.

A shiver ran down your spine, and you felt your face heat up with a blush. "Karlach!" you protested, though there was no real force behind it. The sensation was both ticklish and electrifying, making you squirm slightly on her shoulders.

She laughed, a rich and hearty sound. "What? Just making sure you're paying attention," she said innocently, though her eyes twinkled with mischief.

As the journey continued, you marveled at how effortlessly Karlach carried you, her strength seemingly boundless. You felt safe and cherished, high above the ground but always anchored by her presence. The rhythmic sway of her gait, the steady rise and fall of her breaths, all combined to create a sense of intimacy and connection that you treasured.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Minthara:

Minthara's presence was commanding, her height and demeanor often making you feel small in comparison. But rather than intimidating you, it was a dynamic you found oddly comforting, even when it led to the occasional power struggle. One evening, after a particularly heated argument, you tried to storm off in frustration.

"I can't deal with this right now, Minthara," you huffed, turning to leave. Before you could take more than a few steps, you felt her strong arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground effortlessly.

"Oh no, you don't," she said, her voice firm but tinged with amusement. "We're not done yet."

You struggled briefly, but it was more out of principle than any real desire to escape. She carried you back to where you had been standing, setting you down with a smirk. "You're not going anywhere until we've settled this."

"Minthara, you can't just—" you started, but she cut you off with a gentle but insistent grip on your shoulders.

"I can and I will," she replied, her eyes locked onto yours. "Because I care about you too much to let you walk away angry."

You sighed, the fight draining out of you as you looked up at her. There was a softness in her eyes that belied her stern exterior, a tenderness that made your heart ache. "Fine," you muttered, leaning into her touch. "But only because I know you won't let me leave anyway."

She chuckled, pulling you into a tight embrace. "Exactly," she murmured against your hair. "Now, let's talk this out."

As you stood there, held securely in her arms, you realized that this was what made your relationship with Minthara so special. She was unyielding and fierce, but her love for you was just as strong. And in moments like these, you couldn't help but feel grateful for her strength and determination.

"I love you," you whispered, nuzzling against her chest.

"And I love you," she replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Even when you're being difficult."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Lae'zel:

Lae'zel often reveled in the differences between you, her lover, and herself. Your smaller stature was something she both respected and adored, often finding ways to test your strength and resilience in ways that left her both impressed and enchanted.

One afternoon, you found yourself in the middle of a Githyanki training exercise. Lae'zel had a wicked glint in her eyes as she handed you a massive, intricately designed zweihander that was almost as tall as you were.

"Let's see how you handle this," she challenged, crossing her arms and watching intently.

You took the weapon, feeling its weight settle into your grip. The metal was cool and the balance perfect, and despite its size, you swung it with practiced ease, the blade slicing through the air with a satisfying whoosh.

Lae'zel's eyes widened slightly as you performed a series of maneuvers, the heavy weapon seeming like an extension of your body. Each swing, each step, was precise and powerful. She had expected you to struggle, to be weighed down by the sheer mass of the sword, but instead, you wielded it as if it were a feather.

"Impressive," she muttered under her breath, her admiration clear.

You turned to her, a playful smirk on your face. "Is that all you've got? I was hoping for more of a challenge."

Lae'zel's awe turned into a fierce grin. "You never cease to amaze me," she said, stepping closer. "Perhaps one day, you will best even me in combat."

You laughed, sheathing the zweihander. "Maybe, but for now, I'm happy just impressing you."

She grabbed your hand, pulling you into a passionate kiss. "You do more than impress, my love. You inspire."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Shadowheart:

Shadowheart had a different approach when it came to your smaller size. She found your petite frame endearing, often using it to her advantage in ways that left you both exasperated and enamored.

One late evening, you were sitting by the campfire, stubbornly refusing to go to bed despite your evident exhaustion.

"I'm not tired," you insisted, stifling a yawn.

Shadowheart sighed, shaking her head. "You need rest, my love. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

You shook your head, determined to stay up a little longer. But before you could protest further, Shadowheart moved with surprising speed and scooped you up into her arms.

"Hey!" you exclaimed, flailing slightly. "Put me down!"

She chuckled softly, holding you securely as she carried you towards your tent. "You're too stubborn for your own good," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "And too small to stop me."

Despite your half-hearted protests, you couldn't help but feel a warm sense of comfort as she cradled you against her. Shadowheart's strength was undeniable, and there was something incredibly soothing about being held by her, knowing she would always take care of you.

She laid you down on the bedroll, pulling the covers over you. "There," she said, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Now, stay put and get some sleep."

You pouted up at her, but the corners of your mouth turned up in a smile. "Fine, but only because you carried me."

Shadowheart leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Goodnight, my love. Sleep well."

As you drifted off to sleep, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of love and gratitude for her. Shadowheart might use your size to her advantage, but it was always out of love and care. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Jaheira:

Jaheira often found herself marveling at the contrast between you and her. Your smaller stature compared to her tall, commanding presence was a constant source of amusement and endearment for her. She enjoyed using it to her advantage, finding subtle ways to show her affection and care while also having a bit of fun with you.

One evening, after a long day of travel and battling the creatures of the wilderness, you both settled down by a crackling campfire. The flames danced, casting flickering shadows across the campsite as you began to prepare dinner. You struggled slightly with the heavy pot, trying to position it over the fire. Jaheira watched with a bemused smile, her green eyes glinting with mischief.

"Here, let me help you with that," she said, stepping forward and effortlessly lifting the pot from your hands. You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through your chest at her gesture.

"I'm not completely helpless, you know," you said, crossing your arms and looking up at her.

Jaheira chuckled, setting the pot down securely. "I know, my love. But it doesn't hurt to lend a hand, does it?"

As you sat down to eat, Jaheira took the opportunity to tease you further. She handed you a large bowl of stew, almost too big for you to handle comfortably. "Are you sure you can manage that?" she asked with a teasing grin.

You shot her a mock glare. "Very funny, Jaheira. I can handle a bowl of stew."

Despite the banter, you couldn't deny the warmth that spread through you whenever Jaheira displayed her subtle dominance. It was never demeaning or belittling, always wrapped in a blanket of care and affection.

Later that night, as you were both getting ready to sleep, you found yourself shivering slightly from the cool night air. Jaheira noticed immediately, her keen eyes always attuned to your needs. Without a word, she scooped you up into her arms, carrying you over to the bedrolls with ease.

"Jaheira!" you exclaimed, half-laughing, half-protesting. "I can walk, you know."

She smirked, laying you down gently and wrapping you in a thick blanket. "I know, but I like taking care of you," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth and love.

You snuggled into the blanket, feeling the comforting weight of it around you. "You know, for someone who loves nature so much, you sure do pamper me," you teased.

Jaheira leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "That's because you are my nature, my heart," she whispered. "And I will always take care of you, no matter how small or strong you are."

Her words wrapped around you like a second blanket, filling you with a sense of safety and belonging. As you drifted off to sleep, you felt Jaheira settle beside you, her larger form a protective barrier against the world. Her arm draped over you, holding you close, and you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would always have her by your side, using her strength to support and love you in every way she could.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Hope you guys enjoyed this ! - Seluney xox

[mylovelies-docx]

Sorry, I Love You - Part 4

Oh, shit. I was supposed to post this today, wasn't I?

Plot: You and Bucky have a good thing going - best of friends that also have more than a little chemistry between the sheets. Everything is fine until you develop feelings for the man who doesn't want a relationship. What will happen when Bucky finds out?

C/W: Feels, anxiety, grown ass adult conversations

Word Count: 2,055

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[Prologue][Part 1][Part 2][Part 3]

You nibble on your thumb nail, trying and failing to pay attention to the audiobook blasting in your ears. You’re only a few short minutes from touching down at Avenger’s Tower after months away. There’s a nervous excitement bubbling away under your skin, but it is tempered by anxiety of seeing Bucky again.

You can’t help but glance at the parachutes lined up along the wall of the cargo bay you’re sitting in. Shaking your head imperceptibly, you dismiss the impulse as a coward’s way of avoiding an uncomfortable situation. You’ve already come up with a strategy, a game-plan, for how you are going to deal with Bucky and make this situation as easy as possible for the both of you.

You’re startled from your musings when you feel a hand lift the headphone from your ear. You turn wide eyes to Steve as he crouches beside you and tells you that you’ll be landing in less than a minute. 

You nod mutely. You discard your headphones and place them back into your duffel bag while tucking your phone into your back pocket. You take a steadying breath as you feel the quinjet settle down onto the landing pad. Steve and Sam join you at the back of the jet. With a soft jolt and a hiss of pressure, the bay doors open wide.

Standing against a backdrop of glass and steel and the bottom of the giant ‘A’ stands a lone figure.

Bucky.

He’s the only one on the platform, the wind fiercely whipping against his clothing and hair this high up. You can’t help but admire him for a fraction of a second. As you notice that his hair no longer brushes against his collarbones – instead, the short strands don’t even reach his eyes when the wind blows them onto his face. He looks ruggedly handsome with the new haircut, the length helping to define his face and accentuate the stubble growing across his jaw.

The effect he has on you is almost instantaneous, your heart acting as if you hadn’t spent months away from him at his request. It beats a staccato rhythm in your chest, demanding blood to flow to the beat of Bucky, Bucky, Bucky. 

You take a stutter-step off the jet, hoping for composure.

You remain five steps behind the boys as Bucky claps Steve enthusiastically on the back as they hug, muttering something into his ear. Then he lets go to grip Sam’s hand before bringing him in to bump shoulders. You use this time to look behind Bucky, checking to see if anyone else from the team is going to show up to greet you since you’re sure you won’t be receiving as warm a welcome from the man before you.

“Everyone else is out at the moment,” Bucky’s voice calls out hesitantly. You turn your eyes back to him, watching a pained smile spread across his lips as your eyes meet after so long apart. The wind snatches his next words away so you’re not sure if you weren’t meant to hear them or not, but you watch his lips form the words ‘Hey, doll’ as his smile relaxes into something less rigid.

A knife wedges itself into your ribs at the name. You swallow hard and paste a polite expression on, nodding your head in acknowledgement. Taking a deep breath, you hoist your bag higher onto your shoulder and walk inside, bypassing the group of men as they watch you leave.

You enter the building, breathing in the scent of your home and reacquainting yourself with the familiar surroundings. The medbay resides behind glass walls directly in front of you, the easy access from the landing pad having saved you life and limb on a number of occasions. 

Your feet guide you to the elevator on instinct, showing you the way to your rooms without conscious effort. The ding of the elevator doors closing and the hum of Black Sabbath playing quietly over the speakers brings a small but genuine smile to your lips, your first today.

You don’t anticipate many in the coming weeks.

The doors ding once again and you step out into the living quarters. You run your hands along the back of the plush sofa as you pass, then slide your fingers along the textured wallpaper as you exit the living room and head towards the bedrooms. 

You’re halfway down the hall when the stairwell door ahead of you opens quickly. You stumble to a halt as Bucky steps out, slightly out of breath. You watch him as he first looks in the direction you were walking then swivels his head to look back at you where you stand with your hand against the wall.

Your hand rises to clutch at the straps of your bag on your shoulder, now using two hands to keep it aloft instead of one. You fret with a loose seam with your fingernails when Bucky calls your name softly and walks slowly toward you.

He stops a mere foot or so away from you, but you increase the distance with a step back. There’s a flash of something in his eyes when you move away, so fast you can’t tell what it was.

His voice is soft when he speaks. “Can we talk?”

Shit. You hadn’t been expecting to have this conversation so soon. You’d been hoping for a little time to get into the right headspace, get your emotions in check before facing him head-on.

You nod your head and wipe your expression blank, removing your fidgeting hands and keeping them slack at your side. You lock down every emotion inside of you, just in case you can’t say what you need to.

Bucky nods back at you and stuffs his hands into the pocket of his jeans, pulling in on himself. You can’t stand to see him so uncomfortable around you.

“Listen, doll, I wanted to apologize –” he begins. 

If you hear Bucky apologize again for suggesting to sleep together, hear how much he still regrets having spent time knowing you intimately, you will implode. All the feelings you’ve sorted through and the realizations you’ve come to in the last couple of months will burst forth out of your chest and spew all over Bucky. You’ll vomit out the words you held back when you were ‘together’. Then eight letters that would ruin everything between you forever will fall from your lips and land at his feet, where he is sure to stomp them flat underneath his boots again.

You can’t hear it. Not again. So you stop him from breaking your heart a third time.

“Stop.” You raise a hand in the air, palm towards him. You wave it back and forth in an effort to halt the apology in his throat. He closes his mouth and looks at you questioningly.

“We don’t have to rehash our last conversation, James. I get it, you –”

“James?” he interrupts softly, tilting his head to the side in confusion.

Dammit, he’s probably right, you think to yourself, that’s still probably friendlier than he wants.

“Sorry. Sargeant, then.”

“That isn’t what –”

“I did what you asked and got myself together,” you begin again. You stare hard at a blur just past Bucky’s head, unable to meet his eyes and see the anger and loathing again. “You don’t have to worry about any lingering feelings on my part. I took the time away to realize that I only thought I felt that way about you due to our arrangement.” 

Liar, liar, LIAR. You loved this man then, and you love him now. But your love suffocated him, stifled his ability to explore his sexuality and intimacy with new partners in the 21st century after decades under Hydra’s control. He wanted no strings attached to figure out what he needed, and you took the opportunity and ran with it. He gave you an inch and you took miles.

You refuse to do that to him again.

“I sincerely apologize again for forcing my feelings on you and overstepping. I understand if you no longer wish for me to call you Bucky or James, if you still wish to not be friends anymore. I –”

“Y/N, no,” Bucky says. He removes a hand from his pocket and steps forward, barely reaching out for you before dropping his hand again. “I never said that.”

Well, it was implied, you thought bitterly, sadly. “I don’t mind the formality, Sergeant. If that’s what I need to do in order –”

“Don’t call me that,” Bucky demands forcefully. The shock of his words finally gets you to look him in the eyes. His jaw is locked tight and you can see his teeth grinding together.

So he doesn’t want me to address him at all? You think. Doesn't want me to speak with him at all?

“Ah. Well that…” You scratch the back of your head, turning your face away from him. “I mean – I won’t bother you outside of missions from now on, but I need at least some way of addressing you during –”

“If you say one more word, I’m going to lose my fucking mind!” Bucky yells at you, finally exasperated enough to raise his voice. 

You flinch and take another step back. “Sorry…” you murmur, looking down at the carpeted flooring under your shoes. All the sudden, you see Bucky’s boots inches from your own and feel his hands grab hold of your shoulders – not rough, but also not gentle. You raise your head, your wide eyes meeting his.

“I never said I didn’t want to be friends,” Bucky says vehemently. “Y/N, I am so sorry for how I acted the last time we saw each other – sorry for how angry I got.” At this, his hands loosen a fraction on your shoulders, his fingers no longer digging into the soft flesh of your shoulder blades. “You’re one of my best friends. I started seeing a new therapist after you left; she’s helped me realize how important you are to me. Helped me realize that –”

His words are cut off as you drop your bag and immediately slam into him, wrapping your arms tightly around his middle. You burrow your face into his neck and squeeze your arms when you inhale the familiar smell of his soap and skin. You’ve missed him so much, missed his company and his voice and his laugh and his smile and just everything about him. Your eyes begin to water when you feel his arms circle around you in return, pulling you tight into his embrace.

You speak into the space between your bodies quickly before he can finish his thought, wanting him to know that you can do this. You can be friends again. He doesn’t need to worry about loving you back. Just as long as you can still be his friend. Just as long as you can still love him in secret. Just as long as you can still secretly hope he changes his mind someday.

“I promise I don’t love you,” you say to him.

Liar.

“Please, doll. Don’t say–” Bucky tries to loosen his grip and pull away, but you hold fast and keep going.

“I promise it was just a crush, I promise I don’t feel that way anymore.”

Lies.

You remove your face from Bucky’s neck, looking up into his eyes. You have tears streaming down, but you give him a reckless smile, “I promise.”

You are such a fucking liar.

Because being in his arms again reminds you just how much you’ve missed them. Just how much you’ve missed loving him up close.

Bucky takes a moment to look desperately at you, eyes flickering between your own, trying to find any hint of a lie. You’re so happy Bucky still wants you in his life as a friend that forcing the love to stay hidden isn’t excruciatingly painful at the moment. 

Taking your words as truth, Bucky nods his head once and crushes you to his chest, squeezing tightly. You feel him sigh heavily when he rests his chin on top of your hair. Nuzzling softly, he places a small, chaste kiss onto the crown of your head before pulling away entirely. 

A sad smile mars his face, and you can’t imagine what caused it.

Part 5

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Halloween Special | 🧛🏻‍♀️

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Pairing: Vampire!Bada Lee x Nurse!Reader

Warning: blood, suggestive content, 18+

Synopsis: Vampire!Bada is running low on blood stock on Halloween night

AN: the pathology lab lost my blood samples AGAIN, and I’m inclined to believe that they have secret dealings with vampires. That or the blood collectors have beef with me :( this was originally supposed to be a smut but it’s getting really late, sorry for the lack of proof reading >_< anyhoo thank you heaps for reading~

You were closing up the blood bank when the beam of headlights shone through the glass door. Squinting up at the parked car, you beamed as you recognised its driver. You waved a hand at the figure before quickly shuffling towards the back door, where the security camera have long since broken.

“You’re early,” you crooked a smirk at the tall girl approaching you, her cap concealing half her face. Still standing at the door frame, you held up a small cooler box. “You’re lucky I even have something for you.”

Bada flashed a cheeky grin at you, biting down on her lower lip as she does (y’all know what I’m talking about that one that smile that makes my heart goes-). “You’re lucky you had something for me,” she looked over you as she leaned on the door frame propped up by one hand, her oversized black crew shirt lifting ever so slightly from her posture. “Would be terrible if I run out-” she paused as she looked down at you through her lower lashes, “and have to resort to little innocent nurses again.”

Knowing that her threat is mostly empty, you still instinctively took a step back from the entrance as you covered your neck with one hand. “Nuh-uh,” you tutted back, “I have a Halloween party tonight. Don’t you dare ruin my costume.”

Raising an eyebrow, Bada looked at you up and down, checking out your outfit - a pink nurse costume with frilly skirt, white thigh high stockings secured by garter belts. Your matching pink wig and headband sits on the bench, waiting to be secured after the cooler-hand-off. “You’re going out in this?” Bada’s eyes darkened at the sight, “I think you have more to worry about than vampires.”

“I know it’s cheesy,” you defended, oblivious to the underlying message she was trying to suggest, “but I thought it would be fun to get out of the scrubs once in a while - show off some curves - y’know?”

She knows. In fact she knows very well, and is actively trying her hardest not to lose her self control over that strip of flesh between the hem of your skirt and the top of your stockings.

Your cheeks flushed as she continued to ogle at you in silence, completely forgetting about the reason of her visit. “Here you go,” you decided to remind her by waving the cooler in front of you. “I would love to hang around any other day but I have a bus to catch.”

“Let me in.”

“Absolutely not,” you shook your head as soon as she asked. “The last time I let you near me before you feed I ended up with a neck wound that lasted for days,” you grimaced at the memory of having to wear turtlenecks for almost a whole week during summer, “my coworkers still haven’t let me live that down when they found out about it.”

Bada sighed, reaching her hand out for the box. “Fine, give me the box. I’ll have a drink before driving you. You’re not taking public transport in that-” she trailed off as she gestured at your nurse outfit.

This is about the only time you condone drinking and driving. You held up the cooler.

Before you can register what happened, Bada pulled you forward by your wrist. Her other hand caught your stumble and hoisted you out the door onto the porch by your shoulder.

“AhhHhh! What the heck?!” You shrieked as she caught you (literally) off guard.

“That’s for not inviting me in,” her face was inches away from you, and you could feel the hot breath on your forehead. Slowly glancing up at the towering figure above you, you gulped as you realised how close you are to the beautiful - albeit dangerous - creature.

Her midnight blue hair glistened in the moonlight, streaks of blonde poking through as the breeze blows by. Something in her eyes sent chills down your spine - and butterflies in your stomach. Averting her gaze as you felt heat rising to your cheeks, you quickly looked away before she could catch on.

“W-what are you doing?” Your voice quivered, but you didn’t pull away.

“Hmm-” Bada tilted her head ever so slightly, feigning to be deep in thoughts, “-maybe I don’t want packaged food tonight after all, you look too delicious.”

The chuckle lacing her laugh sent the butterflies in your stomach further down south. You tried to recall what it was that you were going to attend, but your mind was drawing blank.

You looked back up at Bada, her gaze now filled with hunger and lust. You traced a finger over her plumped peach lips. Pressing your thumb against her top lip, you gently grazed her teeth, feeling the sharp bones against your skin. You nodded as you tipped toed to meet her slightly parted lips.

Her hand slid down from your shoulder to pull you tighter against her, deepening the kiss as she does. Her tongue easily took over as you handed over dominance, letting her have her way with you. You melted into her arms as she took her time sucking on your bottom lip, gently nipping with her teeth when it’s all red and puffy.

Breaking the kiss to catch a breath, you led the taller girl back towards the wide open door. “Welcome,” you gestured, and Bada finally took a step into your workplace.

Once entered, she wasted no time locating the nearest collection booth, propping you down on the cushion. You leaned back on the reclining seat and placed an arm on the arm rest out of habit.

Bada chuckled at the sight, “I don’t think I’m qualified to draw blood that way.”

“You’re right,” you withdrew your arm, wrapping it around her neck, “I wouldn’t trust you with a huge needle anywhere near me.”

Bada leaned towards your neck, nudging your loose hair away with her nose before hovering at the base. You giggled at the hot breath tickling your skin. “You’d trust me with this?” You can feel the vibration of her voice from how close she is to you.

You nodded, “try not to leave a massive bruise this time. You’d make a horrible histology tech.”

Bada hummed in agreement before sinking her teeth into the soft skin on your neck. You whimpered at the initial nip, gripping her hair to stop your arms from flailing around.

The pain was soon dulled by the dizziness creeping over you, your grip loosening as you feel the familiar tingle at the tip of your fingers. Bada’s jaw unclenched as you do. “Keep going,” you cooed, relishing in the lightheadedness a little longer.

“You’re spoiling me, nurse.” Bada muttered as she finished, licking circles around the bite mark. She had tried her best to keep the damage minimal, but you’d probably still have to wear a scarf for the next few days. Luckily the weather is suitable for it.

[longlivedelusion]

Hiker's Delight

Summary: Bucky takes you on a hike. That's it. That's the fic. Boyfriend! Bucky x Reader. Established Relationship.

Warnings: Just fluff and some mentions of post- Hydra trauma, but nothing too crazy. Will proper edit later!

A/N: Quick lil fic I wrote cause I've been just wanting more boyfriend! bucky, domestic life vibes. I need fluffy and comforting energy rn and this is that. Enjoy!!

Masterlist

I make my way up the hill, huffing as I grab onto a nearby rock to pull myself up.

Bucky's behind me, not out of breath at all, the damn super soldier and his stamina and-

"Hey, you doin' ok?" I hear from behind me, Bucky leaning against a nearby rock.

I nod, looking back ahead as I haul myself up. "This is just a bit more intense than I thought, I'll be okay though." I let out another grunt and I push another step. He's stayed behind me the whole time even though I'm going at a snail's pace, according to him I'd probably drop off and get lost if he lead the way.

"You sure you don't want-"

"No. You are not gonna carry me. I'm gonna finish *grunt* this *huff* damn hike with my own two feet." 

We pull forward, the slopes getting a bit more steep than I expected, which had me nearly sweating by the time we reached the edge. I looked up at the towering cliff knowing my arms were like jello, but I had to, needed to-

Bucky knelt down and held his hands out, a makeshift lift as he looked up at me. He quirked his brow.

"I can-" I start.

"Stop being stubborn and take the help doll. This cliff is a bit of a bitch, if you can't tell." He said waved his arm at the cliff to make a point.

I don't say anything and just sigh, knowing he was right. No use being overly stubborn about this. I prop my foot in his hands, griping where I could on the rock in front of me before Bucky said "Ready? 1... 2..."

And then I was up, the top of the rock pressed against my stomach as I hoisted myself over the rest of the way. I crawled forward, legs starting to feel a bit like jello now that I was on the ground. 

I watched as Bucky followed right after, easily pulling himself over like it was the easiest thing in the world. He stood up with ease, clearly not dealing with same jello legs as I just kind of collapsed on my back and took some deep breaths. 

"Ugh, this damn body. Why must it betray me so." My dramatic ass said.

"Because you just went on a pretty intensive hike with barely any training even though I offered to have you train with me for like 2 months."

My noodle arm managed to raise up and wave him off, "Semantics."

He chuckled, taking a seat beside me and brushing the sweaty strands of hair off my face. "Want some water?"

I nod, eyes closed as my breathing stedied, my body starting to relax and calm down from the overexertion. I heard a bottle cap untwist, making me open my eyes to see Bucky with some water in hand. 

"Come on, you can prop up against me if you want." He said, hand gently helping me upwards. I push myself up and shift over, my back now facing the soldier's chest as he hands me the bottle.

"Oh fuck that's good," I sigh, taking a long swig before passing it back over to Bucky. It takes me a moment, but after I blink a few times I finally realize the view before me.

Directly in front of us is the most beautiful mountain range I'd ever seen-- massive trees lining the edges of the mountainS, an eagle soaring overhead, and a huge, crystal blue lake smack dab in the center. So cut off from civilization, this untouched land surrounded my mountains and only Mother Nature as its mistress.

"Wow, this is-" I start, eyes wide as they tried to take in every detail. The lighting, the shades of green, the textures--all of it... "breathtaking."

"I'm glad you like it." Bucky said softly, his voice a soft tickle behind my ear. His arms wrapped around my waist, tucking me in a bit closer to him as I sat in awe.

"Even though I'm not the biggest hiking fan-"

"Huh, couldn't tell." Bucky joked.

"-oh hush. I was saying, even though I'm not the biggest hiker, I'm really glad you asked me to do this." I reached for his hands on my waist and gave them a small squeeze.

"Thanks for coming. I'd only ever been here alone before, and it was for a mission. So I'm glad I get to actually enjoy it, and with some pretty decent company while we're at it." He kissed the side of my head, a smirk pressed against my hair.

"Oh decent huh? Just decent?" I looked over into his blue eyes and saw they were already looking down at me. That shit-eating smirk plastered on his stupidly gorgeous face. "Says the man who practically begged to take me here."

He shrugged, "I don't remember begging."

"Oh? So all that whining and bribing with takeout was just a lapse in memory then?"

"Probably." He said, the nonchalance to his voice making me wanna shove and kiss his sarcastic ass all at once..

So I settle with a boop his nose and a scrunched smile. "Cheeky." I turn back to the view before me, settling back into Bucky. As I reached into my bag and pulled out the small lunch I'd packed prior, I heard a grumble behind me. "Hungry?" I ask.

"Just a bit." He chuckled lightly.

I pulled some of the sandwiches and some fruits out, grabbing one for myself and handing the other to Bucky. "I can't think of a prettier place I've ever eaten," I said, mouth half full as I took a bite of my sandwich.

He reached for some blueberries, arms brushing past mine as he hummed and popped them in his mouth. "I need to take you out more then. Can't let this be the peak of our relationship now can I?"

"I mean, as long as I can actually physically get to these places ok I'm down. My stubbornness can't handle another hike like this, or I'll try to climb Everest of something next time."

"Eh, Everest is overrated anyways." He said, taking another bite of food.

I turned around in shock, "Seriously? You climbed Everest?"

He had a cocky smile on his face as he nodded. "Yup. Was kidding about the overrated thing though. Impressed?"

"Um, yeah I'm impressed! But when, how, what was it like?" I rambled on. I couldn't believe this man I'd come to know and love still had stuff like this just to learn about. A whole lifetime to know. 

He put the bottle down, thinking for a bit. "About ten years ago, when I was still in..." He hesitated. Hydra. Something we both knew, understood in... Different ways. It didn't need to be said. "I remember bits and pieces, but it was cold as hell and windy. For a second there though, at the top of the mountain, I looked out and was me. Bucky. I didn't remember the last time I had been myself like that, and I just didnt know what to do but take a deep breath in, look out at the mountains. I sat there for... Fuck knows how long."

I set down my food and reached for his hand, my thumb tracing over the back as he spoke. "Is that why you like hiking and climbing so much?" 

He nodded, hand turning and holding mine. He looked at the metal hand below him intertwined with mine before he spoke. "It can always pull me out of whatever headspace I'm in, I don't know. When shit doesn't work and the day feels like hell, being out here just... Helps. It reminds me of who I was or could be. I don't know." He shrugged, looking away at the view.

I squeeze his hand, eyes tracing back to his face. "I think I can sort of understand. Not the hiking or climbing but... Being by the sea does the same for me. Helps me remember that I'm alive and here."

He nods, his gaze still in the horizon. "It's like, no matter how fucked up the world gets or I get, nature doesn't judge. She justs gets it and doesn't care. Doesn't care about who I am or what I've done."

"Because she just sees chaos and order and gets that both are important." I add, fingers still tracing along the side of his face slowly. "The rest of it doesn't really matter."

"Exactly."

We sit in silence for a moment before I shift Bucky's face towards me. His eyes lock onto mine in silent question. 

"Thank you for bringing me here. And sharing this with me."

He smiles as he leans down, a small kiss pressed against my lips before he let his forehead drop to mine. "Happy to."

"So where to next?" I ask, pulling back enough to look at him. "Another mountain? The desert? A tundra?"

"Actually, " he said, that cocky smile gracing his features again. "I got the perfect spot already in mind."

[theres-a-body-here]

Scumtober- Day 20 (Technophilia)

Ramattra x Male!reader

The room was pretty quiet with the exception of a few clinks of metal and muttering from Ramattra. You absentmindedly rubbed your shoulders as you watch him attach his new reproductive part to his pelvic plate, integrating it to his interface. The room was pretty chilly and it didn't help that you were naked, but you didn't want to complain. Ramattra looked totally in the zone as he fiddled with wires and silicone. You shift a bit on the bed to get a better look at the glowing purple appendage.

"Did you have to make it so.......big?" You ask, a bit nervous about how girthy his new upgrade was.

Ramattra chuckles slightly as he finishes attaching the new appendage to his pelvis, a hint of pride evident in his voice. "Why settle for anything less than perfection?" he replies nonchalantly, running his hands over the newly attached organ. "It certainly adds to the experience."

Turning towards you, curiosity laces his tone. "Are you worried about accommodating such a...large member?"

You chuckle nervously. "Just a bit" you say softly.

"Don't worry," Ramattra reassures you, "I'll take good care of you." He steps closer, his large frame towering over yours as he leans down, your faces mere inches apart.

"After all," he continues softly, lowering one hand to stroke along your inner thigh, his clawed fingers tracing over the skin, "I wouldn't want to hurt my little human".

He moves his hand to your chest and gently pushes you onto your back. You lift your knees up to give him space to work with. You watch surprised as his fingers ooze with lube. You blush, you didn't think he was serious about adding an automatic lubing attachment inside his hand. You though he was just teasing you when he mentioned it weeks ago.

Slowly, deliberately, he reaches between your legs, pressing two fingers against your entrance. There's a moment of resistance before they begin to push inside, stretching your opening gradually. Despite the initial discomfort, there's an undeniable tug at your senses.

Your walls begin to adapt to the intrusion, welcoming his fingers deeper within you. As he works his fingers in and out, massaging your inner walls, moans escape your lips.

As your ass begins to produce squelching and squishing noises, a mix of embarrassment and arousal fills you. You quickly cover your face in shame, unable to believe the sounds coming from your own body.

Ramattra lets out a low chuckles as he moves his face closer to yours. "See? You're already responding beautifully," he remarks, his words dripping with satisfaction. "Imagine how amazing it will feel once I'm really inside you."

As you remove your hands from your face, revealing your flushed cheeks and needy gaze, Ramattra takes hold of your waist, pulling you closer until his faceplate comes into contact with yours. The contrast between his cool, metallic surface and your warm skin sends a jolt of electricity coursing through both of you.

His fingers continue working their magic, eliciting gasps and whimpers from deep within your throat. With each thrust, he grows more confident, knowing that soon enough, you'll be taking his cock.

Ramattra presses his faceplate firmly against your neck, causing you to shiver involuntarily from the sudden temperature change. Yet, instead of backing away, you find yourself leaning into the embrace, craving more of his attention.

As Ramattra withdraws his fingers from your tight hole, leaving behind a sense of emptiness, you can't help but whimper at the loss. But he doesn't leave you waiting for long.

With practiced ease, he moves on top of you as he hoists your legs over his broad shoulders. "Ready for me?" he asks, his voice deep and commanding.

At your eager nod, Ramattra positions himself at your entrance, the tip of his massive appendage hovering just millimeters away from your vulnerable hole. Slowly, he begins to grind against you, dragging his shaft across your sensitive flesh without actually penetrating. Each pass ignites a fire within you, causing your cock to stir and throb impatiently.

He chuckles darkly, taking great pleasure in watching you squirm beneath him. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

Taking hold of his impressive length, Ramattra begins to tap the bulbous head repeatedly against your pucker. "Please..." you manage to utter between ragged breaths, pleading for release. However, Ramattra shows no signs of mercy as he continues toying with you.

Unable to resist temptation any longer, Ramattra finally allows himself to sink into you, pushing past the first ring of muscle with a slow, steady pressure. The feeling seems to shock both parties involved – you cry out in pleasure while he lets out a low groan. You notice him tremble as he takes in the new sensation of having a member.

"Fuck!" he growls, his voice strained as he struggles to maintain composure. "I didn't realize it would feel this incredible."

Determined to enjoy every second of this experience, Ramattra continues pushing forward, forcing his massive shaft further into your willing depths. Your body stretches around him, adjusting to accommodate his immense girth.

As he bottoms out, filling you completely, you can't help but whimper at the overwhelming sensation. "Relax, pet. I know you can handle it." He says as he adjusts his pose, shifting so that his weight presses down on you.

Allowing himself a brief pause to savor the fullness, Ramattra "exhales" deeply. "Damn, you humans feel so good," he grumbles, his voice rough with lust. "No wonder so many others crave this feeling."

Experimenting with the newfound sensations, Ramattra carefully begins to withdraw, retracting his length millimeter by millimeter until only the head remains buried within you. Then, with a sudden surge of passion, he plunges back in, hitting the sweet spot deep within you. You let out a yelp mixed with a moan as your head falls back onto the pillows.

The impact causes him to falter briefly, nearly losing his balance as he struggles to regain control. "Fuck, this is even better than I imagined," he mutters, his voice filled with genuine surprise.

As Ramattra finds his rhythm, establishing a slow and steady pace, you find the courage to offer guidance through gentle encouragement. "That's right," you whisper softly, guiding him to hit those perfect spots. "A little faster now, deeper..."

To your delight, Ramattra listens intently, his focus solely on learning as much as he can about sex. Gradually increasing the intensity of his thrusts, Ramattra drives harder and faster into you, causing you to cry out in ecstasy as your body betrays your attempts at holding back. Ramattra glances down at where his purple cock drives in and out of your hole.

Unable to contain his amusement, Ramattra chuckles darkly. "Look at you," he teases, watching as you grip the sheets beneath you. "And here I thought humans had some dignity left."

Even while being fucked silly, you shoot him a glare.

Catching sight of your expression, Ramattra can't help but laugh heartily. "Oh, did I hurt your precious ego?" he teases, his thrusts becoming more rapid and forceful. You huff and turn your face away from him.

Realizing he may have gone too far, he offers a halfhearted apology as he gently holds your chin to make you look at him. "Alright, alright. Sorry, pet. I promise I'll make it up to you." And true to his word, he increases the tempo, driving you ever closer to the edge.

As the pleasure builds within you, your words become less coherent, reduced to nothing more than fervent gasps and moans. "Fuck...oh please, oh God," you beg, your entire body tense as he fucks you into the mattress.

Delighted by your sounds, Ramattra leans close, his faceplate pressed against yours. "Listen to you, pet. So desperate for my cock." He growls, his voice deepening as he drives home the point by angling his hips to strike your prostate perfectly.

As you approach the brink of orgasm, Ramattra decides to put you out of your misery. With a growl, he slams into you one last time, driving himself impossibly deep within you.

The sensation proves too much for you to bear, triggering your climax. Cum shoots out from your cock, painting your chest white as your body convulses. Meanwhile, Ramattra holds onto you tightly, grunting loudly as he grinds his cock as deep as he can.

Feeling satisfied, Ramattra pulls out abruptly, his purple cock glistening with lube and your juices. Your legs fall off of his shoulders. Still rock hard, he stands tall above you, looking down upon your spent form.

Exhausted from the intense encounter, you collapse onto the mattress, your limbs heavy and useless after such an arduous session. Panting heavily, you simply lay there, unable to muster the strength needed to move a finger.

Realizing you might need a moment to recover, Ramattra brings you the glass of water that was sitting on the dresser by the bed, allowing you to quench your thirst.

"Take a breather, pet. We've got plenty of time for more fun tonight," he promises, running a hand along your sweat drenched torso. "Next round? Doggy style."

You groan as he chuckles. You forgot he only installed the cock, not the actual cum production parts. Ramattra doesn't have a refractory period nor the limitations of human stamina. You let out a long sigh.

"Okay...I'm game"

Scumtober 2023 Masterlist

[karniss-bg3]

An Unexpected Outing

Blackened miasma consumed the skies above the Shadow lands, bathing the once vibrant area in darkness eternal. The aroma of moss, mold and rotting trees was potent enough to sting the insides of ones nostrils, a lingering scent that followed travelers around without end. Tav, by way of a miracle or pure deception, managed to convince Kar’niss to accompany them on a small trip away from Moonrise towers. The drider stuck close to Tav on their short venture out while keeping a greedy grasp on his moon lantern, holding it high to cast radiant light a decent diameter around them. All the while the shattered creature mumbled to himself, speaking of Majesty and begging for Her protection along the way.

Tav had grown accustomed to the incoherent ramblings almost coming to find them endearing. Occasionally, they’d glance over their shoulder at Kar’niss whose many eyes kept a diligent watch of their surroundings. Despite his intimidating size and shape there was a prominent nervous energy that lingered all around him, paranoia his constant companion. Any unusual sound or rustling in the brush made Kar’niss stop in place, swinging the lantern around with panicked urgency. “Mm mm, the shadows...mustn’t feed the shadows. We should be quick, we wish to return to Majesty,” he hissed. Tav turned to face the beast, looking up at their tense guide. “We won’t be long. I’m sure the herbs I seek are nearby. Despite the curse, I read that the plant I need is durable which means it may still grow out here.”

Kar’niss shot Tav a skeptical glance but eventually his body relaxed, for the time being at least. “Hurry along then.” They nodded and took in a breath, stepping away from Kar’niss to observe the flora that was within view. Much of it had succumbed to the shadows, wilted and withered down to brown and black stalks. What wasn’t dead had become corrupted and unusable, stripped of what nutrients and viable applications the plants may have had before. Tav winced with worry yet their determined nature encouraged them to press on against the bleak circumstances.

From the corner of their eye they caught sight of something unusual. Upon closer inspection they spotted a cluster of flowers that were strangely lively despite their surroundings. Black spade shaped petals were outlined in dark purple hues, the disk at the center a navy blue color with single thick stigma sprouting from within. Tav noticed a collection of orb shaped lights dancing around the outer layer of the fascinating plant, all no larger than a peanut in size. The glow seemed to intensify the closer Tav leaned in to look, transfixed by the hypnotic way they swayed around the cluster. A sickly sweet smell seemed to ooze from the flowers like that of a more pungent honeysuckle. Try as Tav might they couldn’t recognize such a plant, far outside of their knowledge. It did little to sway their curiosity finding themselves with the urge to reach out and touch this new discovery. “What is this…?” Tav asked, their hand beginning to outstretch. Kar’niss turned his head when he heard Tav speak. All of his eyes widened in unison when he realized what was happening. “NO!” Kar'niss shouted.

The sound of frantic clicking echoed throughout the abandoned woodlands as all of Kar’niss’ legs jumped into action. He rushed over to his transfixed charge and reached out. His arms coiled over Tav’s chest while his pedipalps snapped shut around their waist, hooking over their legs. Tav felt the ground pulled out from under them as Kar’niss lifted their body and jerked them away from the plant, backing up in swift succession to put distance between them. Kar’niss snarled and melded Tav’s back to his chest, keeping them hoisted from the ground and the apparent threat. “Mustn’t touch, True Soul!” Kar’niss growled.

The jarring experience was enough to snap Tav out of whatever spell had been placed on them. Their vision blurred briefly then corrected itself back to normal, allowing them to see with eyes unclouded. The strange, peanut sized orbs morphed to reveal their true appearance. Tiny two headed flies with four glossy wings buzzed around the flower, tiny gnashing teeth bared in anger at the pair. More began to rise from the disk of the flower until there was an alarming number, their bodies buzzing with aggression. “What—What is that??” Tav asked, eyes wide.

“Flesh eaters, death bringers, foul dregs of the shadow kin!” Kar’niss explained as he continued to hold Tav up and away, their legs dangling freely.

The flies began to swarm while a harrowing droning sound rose around them. Kar’niss took a step forward and lifted the lantern jutting it in their direction. When the blinding light made contact with the swarm it was enough to make them retreat and keep away, forcing them back into the darkness. Tav could now see the area better and noticed a body lying close to the flowers. It had been dead for sometime, much of it’s flesh stripped and what little remained had become defiled by hundreds of fly eggs and larvae. Tav squinted, feeling sick to their stomach, turning their head away so as to not look any further.

“Gods, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” Tav frowned.

Kar’niss lowered the moon lantern when he was sure the threat had passed, the ridges of his brow creased into a deep V shape. “True Soul mustn't touch what they do not understand!”

Tav bowed their head, their heart rate steadily returning to normal after such a close call. With the danger gone they realized where they were perched. Kar’niss’ arm still clutched around their chest as did the pedipalps at their hips. They had never been this close to Kar’niss before, always pushed away or dismissed if they even tried. The bizarre exoskeleton that stretched over portions of his torso was hard to the touch as if covered by rough plastic. What natural skin remained was somehow still soft and vulnerable. This close Tav could study the details of the driers face which included those many eyes and the scars on his cheek and lips. They could feel his labored breath on their neck, shallow and strained as if every intake of air was a struggle. Above all else they could feel the strength of his grip, how easily he held Tav aloft as if they weighed nothing at all. There was a security in it, a comfort, a sensation Tav didn’t wish to end.

Kar’niss took notice of Tav blatantly staring at him. He grew self conscious as if snapping back to reality. His spider legs bent enough to lower Tav back to earth, releasing his hold and staggering away to place distance between them once more. His ever scrutinizing gaze held on his charge longer than it normally would until he cleared his throat.

“We return to Moonrise. You can find your precious herbs later. My Queen waits for us, we will answer.” Kar’niss didn’t give the chance for Tav to argue, spinning his hefty body around to begin the march back from whence they came.

Tav stepped forward and held out a hand. “Kar’niss, wait…” The drider grit his teeth with annoyance, sparing a glance over his shoulder. “What is it now?”

Tav stood there a moment, many thoughts whirling through their mind. “I just wanted to say thank you, for saving my life. I’ll remember that.” Tav smiled as they stepped forward to return to Kar’niss’ side.

The drider looked visibly confused while clutching the moon lantern tighter to their core, a few of their long legs shuffling underneath them as if from uncontrolled excitement. The antsy movement was swiftly quelled as he focused on maintaining control. “Hmph.”

He tipped his chin and started walking once more, his head held a touch higher than when they arrived. Kar’niss returned to his unhinged mantra, praising his Queen and Her protection. However, this time he spared a glance Tav’s way now and then, taking far more notice than he had in days past. The trip back to Moonrise held more promise than before and a spark had ignited in the drider. Only time would tell if it would grow into something stronger.

[byullielle]

elle-nim hear me out: clit stimulation on changbin's nipples 🙇🙇🙇

anon?!??!? you're such a genius???? anyways i hope yall enjoy because it just gets as straightforward as it does. I'm sorry if this is a bit on the unconventional side of things but it is interesting to work on.

Come a Little Close // Seo Changbin x AFAB!Reader

Yeah, I Said It by Rihanna Y/N is feeling a bit pent up, and with her current fixation on Changbin's beautiful pecs, why should she not use that to her advantage?

Tags: Smut, Changbin Tits + Nipple Piercings, Clitoral Stimulation, Nipple Fucking, Cumming Untouched (bin), Oral Sex (f receiving), Established Relationship, Bold/Confident Reader, Petnames

Disclaimer: little bit of sweat actually. MINORS DNI. NSFW Content.

You're laid across the couch, mind drifting away from the show you're watching eventually. Changbin has finally finished working out and is making his post workout protein shake. You could see him from your vantage point, right across as he shakes around the bottle in his hands.

Consequently making his pecs jiggle against his spandex gym shirt.

You could feel yourself clench a bit, a divot metaphorically forming in the pit of your stomach as your eyes seem to be entranced by your boyfriend's assets. Gulping down, you look up to see him looking at you quizzically. Ah, you're caught.

"May I help you, my baby?" he asks, a bit amused at your ogling as you press your lips together in thought.

On one hand, you knew he could be tired from gym, and on the other it's been almost two weeks since you two had sex. The office hustle was loaded the past week and he had stuff to do that rendered him stuck in the studio. Not a lot of time to two of you.

"Actually?" you raise your brow, lifting yourself off the couch as he sets the shake tumbler down, watching you curiously as you move to his direction. Crossing the center island and reaching out for his hands, you smile sweetly at him, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips, "You can help me with something,"

"I'm all sweaty baby, let me take a shower," he chuckles, lifting his hand to cup your cheek, pulling you closer before placing another kiss on your lips, slotting the plush surface together perfectly as it makes a smacking sound when you detach. "Nuh-uh," you pout as he laughs, "What do you mean nuh-uh bunny, I'll be quick,"

You shake your head before pulling him into another kiss, immediately moving to press a kiss on the juncture of his jaw, pulling the turtleneck collar down and licking a stripe on his neck, the sensitive part you know he loves before tugging on the outline of his nipple piercings, earning a delicious groan from him as his hands immediately grab purchase on your hips and squeeze. "Fuck," he mutters, "Is my princess that needy? Can't wait for me to shower?"

"You're gonna get sweaty anyway bunny," you pout, hands still on his tits. "Alright alright, point taken," he sighs. And in a second, you feel yourself being hoisted off your feet, legs immediately clamping around Bin's middle as he grabs both your thighs with a proud smirk while your hands lock on his shoulder with a squeal. Lifted off, he carries you to the bedroom, lips slotted together as you could quite literally the slick pool on your panties because holy fuck why did he have to be so hot?

Your head lands against the plush pillow, Changbin towering over you with both hands by the side of your head. With a smile, you reach out and pull the back of his neck towards you. Your lips slot together, his tongue snaking in as you start to gently suck on the muscle, hands roaming around the expanse of his stocky shoulders and wide back, skin somehow still so smooth despite the residue sweat.

You gently push him away, before hooking your legs around his waist and maneuvering him so that he's laying on his back. It takes a bit of effort on your part, a cute grunt escaping you but it gets the job done. His hands find purchase on your hips, an affectionate look in his eyes definitely contrasting the boner pressed up against the swell of your ass. Without any more fanfare, you lean down and press a soft kiss against the junction of Bin's jaw and neck, before sucking on it harshly as the grip on your hips tightens, a soft and muted hiss leaving his mouth, "Shit. Bunny," he bites his lips as you traverse further down his neck, then his collarbones while your tongue laves at the soft skin.

Your hands travel around his body, squeezing his biceps and the soft, small pudge by his stomach and hips while his' run through your thighs, unabashedly letting his arm feel just how sopping wet you are for him.

Your lips get lower, and lower, until you come face to face with the pectoral muscles he's worked so hard on. He could see the smile forming on your face as you look up at him with big, doe eyes. "Binnie can I? I wanna touch 'em,"

He chuckles, lifting his hand up to caress your cheeks, "Go ham with it baby, don't be shy,"

With a pleased smile, you tug his shirt up and he assists you in slipping it off his body, the nipple piercings shining right back at you. You give his pecs a squeeze, making him groan at the touch before you impatiently hook your pinkies against the metal and give it a gentle tug, making him hiss and encase his lips between his teeth, "Fuck, that feels too good," he grunts before running his hands through your outer thighs. You give it another tug, a cheeky smile to compliment the action before he bucks his hips up a bit, red spreading more and more on his pretty cheeks.

You lean down, fingers still loosely hooked around the rings attached to the bars before giving the hardened nub a little lick. And then you press a kiss, before giving it a slight suck, making him clutch your hair by the roots, a string of curses spilling off his mouth. "Hm? You like that bun?" you ask and look up, met with a lazy smile from him before he runs his fingers off your scalp. "Fuck, I do," he sighs out in bliss before lifting your chin up, "But what about you baby? You're leaking down here," he cups your warm, clothed mound making you jut your his towards his hand.

A whimper escapes you, legs threatening to close in the sudden stimulation but he holds it open with his knees against your thighs. "Wanna try riding my nipples?" he brazenly asks, your eyes widening a bit as blood flares both up your cheeks and down your core.

"What?" you lay your hands flat on his pecs. You're not gonna lie, it sounded like a dream, Bin knew how much you loved riding shallow places because it rubbed your clit just right. "Don't be shy, I could see you thinking princess,"

He tightens the grip on your hips before cajoling you to climb up, closer to his pecs as your thighs tremble with the motions, and before you know it you're mounting his chest. "B-Bin!" you sputter out, unsure about how your weight on his chest would do. "Don't worry about me, I'll help you up," he assures and hikes himself up a bit higher, your thighs leaning against his shoulder, "Although we have to get this out of the way first," he reaches his neck up and takes your underwear garter between his teeth slipping it down using his hand.

A whimper escapes you, enthralled by the man right before you. , "Go lower my love," he chuckles, ushering your hips to cant lower. You could feel his slightly pebbled nipples against your pussy, piercing nestled comfortably atop as you shudder out. It's definitely a different experience, yet you can't seem to help but throw your head back at the sensation. You place a little bit more weight, clit to nipple as Changbin looks at you with half-lidded eyes, clearly already pussy drunk over the prospect.

You tentatively move up, slotting your folds against his nipples. It isn't hard to gain your rhythm and true to his word Changbin is supporting you a bit so that you don't crush his chest, and then you start grinding against his nipples, the bundle of nerves on your clit vibrating with every hit against the piercings, sometimes caught into the metal ring that makes you shudder with excitement.

Your juices are spilt all over his pecs, small whimpers and moans punched out of you as he starts to accompany your thrusts by placing a steady finger right on your clit, nerves jolted awake with every stroke you make against him. The juices coming from your core stick, making Bin moan with every move as he brings his finger to your folds and run over it once, immediately licking it off as you choke out quite a loud moan. "Fuck, look at you baby, so wet for me," Bin groans and lets you keep on grinding against his nipples, whimpers getting louder and bolder, "Does it feel good my princess? Am I making you feel good?" he asks, making you gasp out and take a few seconds to process the question.

"Y-Yes!" you manage to sputter out with a few expletives, "Bin! Bin!" you exclaim, funding purchase on his arm before looking down with a pleading look, "I wanna cum please, please!" you beg as he sighs with adoration and puts a stop to your ministrations, grabbing your hips and wordlessly pulling you towards his face.

Before you could even process what's going on, you could feel him lick up a stripe on your pussy, making you squeal out, a moan followed and punched out of you. You could feel your juices leak out, lapped up by Bin every time and it sends electricity down your spine, a delicious lick crawling up your spine as your back arches against him.

He pushes you further down until you're left gripping the headboard and letting him spear his tongue into you, sucking and licking at your clit like it was the last meal he'd ever have. His name spills out your lips like it's the only thing you ever know. You could feel the knot in your core tighten, moans just getting progressively louder. He grunts and groans under you, lewd and wet slurps echoing through the room.

His firm grip on you renders you immobile, but you won't have it any other way, surrendering all of your pleasure to him as you could feel the knot in your core tighten in a deliciously painful sting before it unravels itself, tremors wrecking your body as a scream gets pulled from you, long and high as you start light grinding against his tongue.

Once you've calmed down you climb off his face, seeing the slick nearly covering his entire torso, making you clench at nothing as he dazily smiles at you, "Enjoyed?"

"So much," you whine, still a bit fuzzy from the orgasm pulled from you, "But it's your-" you turn to look and see a very prominent, and very wet stain from his boxers. "You...came?" you pout, disappointed you weren't able to suck it off him, but he chuckles and wipes his chin free of your slick before cupping your face and pressing a kiss on your lips. "We can go for another round baby," he whispers against your lips, "My irresistible princess,"

[accioprocrastination]

One Day At A Time (Part 4/?)

Jake Seresin x Reader

Summary: Hangman's POW fiancée attempts a prison break and Jake gets the call he been longing for

A/N: Sorry I don't think this could've taken much longer to write!!

T/W: Anxiety, panic disorder, PTSD, POW, gun violence, hints to torture, death

Reader POV -

You don't give yourself time to strategise, you grab the boy's hand and Ghost's jacket and force them to follow you. You're back tracking through the building to a side door you noticed when you fell.

The sound of your heart hammering in your chest is the only thing you can focus on while your hand tremors above the door handle. You force yourself to ignore your rising panic and make a silent prayer that this door is unlocked.

Ghost echoes your sigh of relief when you try the door and it quietly swings open. You quickly survey the surrounding area from the doorway: there's no other guards in your eye line, and no visible watch towers that cover this section of the camp as far as you can tell from this vantage point.

Directly ahead, a few hundred metres away if you had to guess, you see a break in the fence and a small seating area just beyond it. They have a makeshift smoking area.

"Let's go." you say, not waiting for a response before breaking out into a sprint.

It's eerily quiet as you lift part of the chain fence, forcing it wide enough for the boy to shuffle through. Ghost watched in horror as you do not react to the metal cutting into your palms.

You gesture for Ghost to go first and he obliges. You feel blood start to run down your wrists as you force the metal to gape open wider.

Ghost visibly jumps when a second round of gunfire bellows from the building behind you. You shudder at the thought of them killing the people you left behind.

How can anyone have such little regard for human life? You've not encountered a single person here who looks marginally remorseful for their actions.

The wait for Ghost to get through the fence feels like a lifetime.

They're going to come for me, please move. You mentally chastise Ghost for the hold up.

Fear threatens to swallow you as you hear the back door burst open. It hits the wall with such a monstrous thud, that you feel the sound ricochet through your body.

"Don't turn around." Ghost warns you.

Both of you know the door is close enough that anyone with half decent aim could shoot you right now.

Ghost lets go of the fence and you feel your heart sink for a second thinking after all of this he could just leave you right now.

It takes you a minute to realise he's moving to get himself out of the firing line. He drops down to hold the fence at a much lower angle.

You're thrown against the fence as a blistering pain radiates through your shoulder.

"Go." you instruct Ghost, ringing blaring in your right ear.

"I'm not leaving you here Seresin." He says grabbing you through the fence and forcing you downwards.

You army crawl through the fence screaming from the pain of the bullet wound. "I'm not a Seresin." You say as soon as you're through the fence.

Ghost hoists you upright. "Not yet." He says with a small smile plastered on his lips.

The next few minutes are a blur - you're hazy from blood loss and running when none of you are in peak physical condition. It takes the three of you fucking ages to cover even the smallest of distances.

Every few yards Ghost slows down panting and coughing like he can't get enough air to his lungs which you know is a very real possibility now that he's sick.

You keep walking waiting for him to catch up - clutching your arm to maintain pressure.

The roaring of wardens behind you is getting closer and closer with every passing minute.

You've got to get out of this forest.

You need to get to a hospital.

Even if you meet your own version of Kathy Bates in Misery you'll have a higher chance of survival than if the guards catch you.

The two of you know from how many planes you've seen overhead since being moved to that camp that there has to be an air base nearby.

You either keep walking and hope to stumble upon it or find someone, anyone to help you.

Knowing the latter is unlikely you decide to just head to the edge of the forest.

You need to find civilisation.

Arguing breaks out nearby as the wardens question what direction you may have gone. Ghost rapidly responds halting you and placing a hand lightly over the boys mouth to muffle his weeping.

I don't know where to go. I don't know what direction will lead me out of here.

You silently stand behind trees hoping if you're quiet enough the men on your heels will give up and let you go home.

Reaching into your jumpsuit you grab the broken locket and stare at Jake's happy face.

I'll come back to you, you mentally promise him releasing a shuddering sigh in absolute dread over whatever you're going to have to do to get out of here.

*

Jake POV -

Hangman doesn't hear the phone ring from where he stands bickering the in garden with Rooster.

Javy on the other hand is inside, engaged in a discussion about his best friend with Bob and Phoenix. Trace looks at him knowingly, "are you going to get that or shall I because we both know Hangman is not in the mood to talk to someone else." she says.

Coyote gestures for her to hand him the phone. He instantly regrets having the responsibility when he answers the call from Admiral Simpson saying he needs to speak to Jake directly.

Knowing he cannot say this is not a good time to the admiral, Coyote pops his head of the sliding doors and calls for Jake.

"Work is beckoning you." He informs Hangman who instantly stands up straighter.

"Why?" He asks knowing his paranoia made him check that he had today off nine-thousand times.

The minuscule walk from the barbecue to Javy holding the phone out of the door is enough for Jake to plaster on his bravado. Whatever presumably horrible thing someone Is about to say on this phone call, cannot hurt me.

Jake puts the the phone to his ear and it's like everything else is in slow motion.

"At 16:00 on Tuesday an unauthorised fighter plane flew over the California. The plane had no coms with the US Airforce but landed upon request at a private airport." Cyclone starts.

Jake remains quiet, wondering what the hell does this have to do with me?

"The woman who was flying the plane has not been identified and was unconscious by the time that she was removed from the plane." He says.

Okay, and? Jake thinks still unsure on how this relates to him.

"The police have contacted all of the different defence agencies to see whether anyone has an MIA pilot matching her description." Cyclone continues.

"I am at the hospital and she is unrecognisable." He states making Jake even more confused.

"Sorry Sir but I am not seeing how I factor into this?" Jake speaks up not caring about the consequences of interrupting him.

"I am going to be honest and say you might not but I need you to tell me if this sounds familiar. The woman had a locket in her possession - the photo is tiny and dirty so I'm not saying this with any kind of certainty but it looks like you in the picture." Cyclone stops talking.

You're alive.

"I'm j-" Cyclone starts talking again but Jake interrupts.

"What hospital?" Jake asks feeling like he's barely breathing.

Simpson reels off the name.

"I'm on my way." Jake mutters.

Without saying anything to the others, he runs into the house and grabs his car keys from the bowl in the kitchen that he always shoves them in.

"Where are you going?" Javy questions as Jake grabs a jacket off the back of the door.

"I've got to go but I'll be back soon. You guys don't have to go... if you do, take the spare keys to lock up and then post them through the door - I don't know how long I'm going to be." He states shoving on the jacket before sprinting up the stairs to grab his backpack. He empties it onto the bed quickly - for once in his life not caring about being neat as he shakes it out.

He swings open the door to your half of the wardrobe and picks out your joggers and one of his t-shirts alongside underwear, socks and your trainers. Just in case you have to stay longer he grabs toothpaste, your toothbrush, deodorant and a scrunchie from the box of your stuff still sat in the bathroom cupboard.

"That'll do." he mutters running down the stairs and out the door before anyone can stop him.

Jake's fairly sure he's been caught by at least one speed camera as he steps out of his car in the hospital parking lot. He speed walks to the reception only nudging one person of out the way to get here as quickly as possible.

He asks for your room number and ward before breaking out into another run when he gets the answer.

Admiral Simpson and a ton of police officers and random other officials stand in the corridor and Jake knows that means you're in the room behind them.

"Lieutenant Seresin?" One of the police officers asks.

Jake nods, "Hi."

"You're right, he does look like the picture." One of the others says to Cyclone.

"Before we take you in to identify her, please can you come with us to somewhere more private?" Cyclone asks.

"Yes Sir." Jake responds.

*

Jake cannot sit still as the detectives start talking. He's aware that everyone in the room is hyper focused on him so he will not stop twitching.

"Can I see the locket?" He questions nervously.

Jake can see a crushed looking pendant but nothing more as the detective reaches for it.

They push it towards him on the table and Jake could cry looking at the state of your first anniversary present.

"That's Nova's" He confirms opening the plastic bag to have a better look.

"That's us moving me into her really old apartment." Jake elaborates.

"I was told she was killed in action." Jake says tears silently falling down his face.

He sniffs and wipes them angrily away.

"We don't know that the woman in that room is her, but whoever that is we think they were POW." Cyclone theorises.

"When she went down she was with her weapons system officer - was anyone else in the plane?" Jake asks.

"Yes. Someone was in the back seat but they were dead long before the paramedics got there." One of the officers responds.

"We don't know if it was Ghost - they are comparing his DNA to the database" Cyclone admits.

"How did he die?" Jake's voice cracks.

"The plane had taken quite a bit of fire - the canopy was broken. The man on the backseat was struck by some of the glass." The police inform him.

Jake shivers from the thought of the world's happiest WSO dying of blood loss - at the thought of you having to sit there and listen to that.

He stands up not wanting to hear anything else.

"Can I see her?" Jake queries, not beyond begging if anyone objects.

"Not before we talk about the kid." a random lady chirps.

"What kid?" Jake counters feeling bile rise in his throat at the prospect that you might have a kid that isn't his.

"He's too old to be hers; let him go see her." Cyclone says to the officers.

Jake raises his eyebrows in confusion but they gesture that he's free to leave so he doesn't delay this any longer and starts striding towards your room.

*

"I need to warn you that despite surgery - this is quite shocking." Cyclone says holding the door handle, "She's been put into a medically induced coma to try and reduce some of the swelling."

Jake nods not really hearing him.

I need to know if this is you.

Admiral Simpson carefully opens the door at lets Jake through.

Jake looks at your face and he doesn't recognise you.

The bruising is obscene - this person's face is purple and yellow.

Thank god she's unconscious because I can't imagine how painful this would be.

"Is it her?" Cyclone asks as Jake steps closer.

Jake refuses to admit that even he cannot tell from looking at your face. Your features are too swollen to properly see.

His hands shake as he brushes some of your hair out of the way to look under your ear for a scar you got learning to ride a bike as a kid.

He uses his free hand to rub the tears from his eyes.

It's there. The scar he's kissed a thousand times.

He pulls back, lip trembling in the horror that anyone would hurt you so much that he cannot recognise you.

"It's her." Jake verbalises as he takes you hand.

The whole world melts away behind him as he stares at what's been done to you and actually takes it in.

"You're okay sweets, I'm here. I've got you." Jake whispers running his thumb across the back of your hand.

Part 3 if you missed it

Part 5

Masterlist

@inthestars-underthesun

@rainy-darling

[prettypeppermint]

crane's paradox.

for dr. j. crane.

The water dribbled down your back like tear tracks, shushing your steamed and tender skin. He moved the showerhead in methodical circles against your rosy shoulder blades, large hands pilfering at your kelpy locks.

He sat on a stool adjacent to the tub, loving you with water--a language of change.

Despite the serenity taking place behind you, the scene before you was one of demented horrors--every irrational terror rationalized before your eyes. The water was black and bottomless, ostensibly swallowing your naked body up--oxidizing your skin and fermenting your organs. Your legs twitched periodically, trying to feel for the confines of the tub but getting continuously tricked by a vast emptiness. Faces emerged from the depths, twisted and morphed into something barely human. They groped at your waist and chest, each hand a searing blaze against your flesh.

The water rippled frantically as your every fiber trembled, frozen in a rock-solid state of shock. You couldn't blink.

The more he washed, the more blood trickled down the various valleys and edges of your form, swirling with the ridges of each tiny stream that eroded at your scalp, your back, your face. Ghosts of self-inflicted clawing stung your face.

Jonathan was wordless--a silent force of love. You didn't even realize he was there with you. You often felt alone, even in love. But feeling alone in fear was an entirely new feeling of dread.

"You were a bad girl today, angel.” The words barely permeated your foggy skull before you realized he was lifting you out of the water, “Bad girls need treatment so that they can be good again." He cradled your languid figure against his chest, drops of rose-tinted water leaking from your calves and the tips of your toes as they dangled across the nook of his elbow.

"I'm so very sorry it all turned out this way," he cooed, setting you down on the foot of his bed--the crisp snow hills of his duvet. He towered over you as he brought a towel to your locks and began drying them off with the touch of a feather. "But when you go exploring in forbidden places against my orders"--he makes his way down, patting each arm dry before wiping down your breasts--"you'll end up getting hurt."

Your eyes were forlorn and affixed on a faraway place, hallucinations still warping themselves into the tendrils of his hair and the wall behind him as he moved. He began dressing you in a set of white, lacy undergarments he had picked out for you prior. "And you know how much I detest seeing my angel hurt."

He slid the material up your legs and hoisted them over your hips with a trained dexterity. After clasping the brassiere between the place where your shoulder blades would kiss, he leaned down to press his tongue to the crest of your shoulder. Your skin was still radiating a firey warmth from the bath.

"But isn't something about it so thrilling? The thin membrane that separates fear and desire? The cerebrum keeps the left and right brain from ever touching, yet in doing so it maintains the unabridged function of the brain as one; they communicate through proximate isolation. Funny, isn't it? How that slim distance maintains the entire equilibrium--the entire function of the organ. Tell me, my love--would there be a Thisbe and Pyramus without the wall that separated their passion for each other? It's fascinating--the way in which the truest form of love prevails in the slimmest, most dire times of pain and fear. Oh, how I adore seeing you like this--at the mercy of my creation. So perfect--so effortlessly lovely and delicate even in this state of absolute terror.

"Let me love you--let me ease the pain out of you. Let me break the membrane that separates us, and we can join as one."

The last words grazed the chill of your earlobe as his breath teased at your pulse. You weren't sure when he'd wrapped his arms around you and locked you against his torso, but you began unraveling in his firmness. Your tensed muscles relaxed, and the visions began to subside. You saw them dissipating from the air; like mist having gone from an autumn morning before the leaves and birds awoke to notice the absence of the chill; like water swirling down the drain.

"I'm scared," you managed to croak. It came out dry and barely intelligible from hours of coaxed silence. He embedded shushes into the crown of your head.

This wasn't the work of the toxin; it was the hollow pit of desolation it left you with afterward.

"Jonathan, I'm scared," you repeated. The last consonant got lodged in your throat as a stifled cry scraped its way out before it. It was a foreign sort of comfort--crying into his skin and melting against his hold. "I'm so scared. What did you do to me?"

But Jonathan didn't do anything to you; it was you who snuck into his lab despite the rules he set for you. It was you who walked into an untimely experiment of torture on Scarecrow's most recent lab rat.

He pulled you into a kiss, the span of his fingers stretching around the entire back of your head. It was soft yet hungry, yearning yet kind. You seemed to be caught in all sorts of dichotomies today.

"You know I would never lay a finger on you," he muttered against your lower lip, "You're too soft--too delicate. As long as you're with me, I promise nothing will ever hurt you again.

"Now let me take care of you," he lulled, gently laying you back against the cool sheets, "Let Doctor treat you."

His lips gently ghosted the thin skin above your belly button before he looked up at you with an almost alienating, stoic countenance. "Say it."

Something went cold in the blue of his eyes--a shadow cast by a passing cloud.

"Please," you whispered, "Please fix me, Doctor."

x.

[mamisfavmosher]

Poly Judgement Day where the reader uses their safe word and they comfort them and reassure that they love them

thanks for the request!

tap out // poly!judgment day x fem!reader

SMUT - MINORS DNI

warnings: smut, overstimulation, use of safeword, slightly mean!judgment day in the beginning, slight breath play, language, etc

"You better drop the attitude. Now." Rhea harshly demanded.

The only reason I had an attitude right now was because of Finn. He had been pressuring me for days about my match coming up at the next PPV event. If putting me through countless days of training and extremely constrictive dieting wasn't enough, his conversations toward me hadn't exactly been too kind either. It ranged anywhere from degrading comments on my form for certain moves in the ring to nitpicking my daily habits that needed to be "better". Obviously, it was only going to be a matter of time before I snapped.

"I have every right to have an attitude right now, Rhea! Finn has been hounding me for days-" My words were cut off when Rhea's hand slapped across my face.

Her nails dug into my skin as her hand tightened into a vice grip around my neck, "I don't know what the fuck has gotten into you," She paused to grab my jaw with her free hand, forcefully yanking my head toward her. "But, knock it off before we make you." The hand on my neck let go and roughly shoved me back.

I inhaled deeply, anger rising and eyes narrowing at her threat. The men in the room cautiously watched the two of us, Rhea walking over to the vanity as if the argument was over. Not even close.

Damian moved closer, his large frame towering behind me. "Shooting death glares at Rhea's back isn't going to help you, sweetheart." He called out my actions causing Rhea to look back at me, her gaze seeping with venom.

"I wasn't-" Damian's arm quickly circled around my waist and pulled me back against him to keep me still, Rhea's hand slapping across my face once more.

"You were. Don't lie." He seethed into my ear. Choked sobs escaped my mouth from the pain spreading throughout my face. "Mami told you to drop the attitude. I suggest you obey, little girl." Damian continued and a smirk slowly lifted onto Rhea's lips.

"How is that fair?! Why is Finn not getting told off? This is bullshit!" I exclaimed in a fit. Damian immediately shoved me down onto my knees, his thumb forcing its way into my mouth and yanking my jaw open.

"Finn? Do us the honor and shut the little bitch up?" Priest nodded toward Finn who stood up and walked over to us. Quickly undoing his belt and shoving his pants down, he roughly thrusted his cock into my mouth. I gagged as his tip hit the back of my throat and felt my eyes start to water. My muffled sounds rang through the air as Finn fucked my face.

Rhea kneeled down with a sickly sweet smile and cooed, "Aww, is the little brat tryna say something?" She pulled my hair back and held my head still so that Finn could thrust deeper. I gagged on his cock, tears starting to roll down my face. "Too bad you decided to have an attitude. Finn was only trying to help you win," She bit my shoulder harshly. "And you respond by being a bitch. How disrespectful." Her hand reached over and pinched my nose so I couldn't breathe. I instantly started to panic.

Grabbing Rhea's wrist in my hand, I pushed her arm away as hard as I could. She knew I didn't like this kind of stuff. Finn pulled out to let me breathe for a second, his hand fisting in my hair to keep me in place.

"Wait... please." I gasped frantically for air and placed my hands on Finn's legs to hopefully keep him at bay. He sighed in frustration, an obvious look of annoyance on his face.

"You're real pathetic, lass. You know that?" Finn degraded me and spit onto my cheek, smearing it in with his thumb. "Just a dumb whore. How about you spread your legs and let the boys fuck you. Think you can handle that?" He roughly hoisted me up and shoved me onto the bed. I could feel my hands starting to shake out of nervousness. They had never been this mean to me and the fact that Rhea already pushed one of my limits was putting me on edge.

I watched Dom and Damian move over toward me, already fully undressed. They both used bruising grips to position me on my back and Dom immediately started pounding into me. I winced at the feeling of not being ready, barely even wet. Damian shoved my head to the side where I was met with Finn's cock again. Begrudgingly, I opened my mouth and took him in.

A harsh slap to my pussy made me flinch as a sadistic grin grew on Damian's lips. He repeated the motion over and over along with snide remarks whispered into my ear. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks at all of the pain I was feeling. Through blurry vision I watched Rhea come over to me with nipple clamps.

I whined around Finn's cock as she clamped down on my nipples. She flicked them up and down a few times before moving to sit right next to me. I calmed down slightly as she gently ran the back of her knuckles along my cheek, wiping some tears away.

I let out a loud muffled cry as Damian pulled the clamps on my nipples hard, but not enough to pull them off. Rhea slapped my face, "Shut up, brat. No one wants to listen to you."

This was too much.

Everything going on was more than I've ever had to handle. Dom was still thrusting into my dry pussy, Finn was gagging me on his cock, Damian was causing extreme pain to my nipples, and Rhea was slapping and degrading me. Maybe I should use my safeword.

As I contemplated the situation, Rhea reached over to pinch my nose closed again. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on not panicking, but it was too late for that. I threw my hand over and frantically tapped on Rhea's leg three times. She immediately went into high alert.

"Guys!" The men in the room all stopped what they were doing at her tone. They all removed themselves from me and Rhea quickly released the nipple clamps. "Baby?"

She was speaking to me. I could tell. But now I'm overwhelmed. My heart feels like it's about to burst out of my chest and my lungs aren't cooperating. I can't breathe. Pain is radiating throughout my body and my mind is trying to leave the situation, but I don't think it knows how.

"Babe?!" Her hand gently shook my shoulder and I opened my eyes. Tears were now pouring down my face and my body had curled up into a ball. "Baby, talk to us. Please."

"Red." They all felt their hearts sink at the sound of a single word. It had been too much and they weren't aware. I felt myself shake as sobs escaped my throat, all the feelings of pain, anger, discomfort, and unease coming to the surface.

"Sweetheart..." Finn kneeled next to me and gently placed a hand on the bed next to me, unsure on how I would react to his touch just yet. "We're so so sorry. We never meant for it to go this far." His tone was noticeably sad. I cautiously glanced up at him before looking away just as quickly.

The room was silent for a few moments as the four tried to figure out how to handle this.

"You okay, beautiful? Anything we can get for you?" Damian softly asked. I shook my head without looking at any of them.

"I'm sorry, mi amor." Dom mumbled and placed a gentle kiss on my leg causing me to wince at his touch. His face fell at my reaction and he backed away quickly.

Rhea still sat next to me, but hovered her hand in hesitation. She saw how I reacted to Dom touching me and was almost sure it would be the same for her. "Babydoll..." She pulled the covers over my legs as gently as she could. "Can I touch you?" The air was still as I harshly debated the answer in my head. I nodded. Her touch was feather light as she caressed my skin. Instinctually, I cuddled into her side. She ran her hand through my hair and held me tight against her. It was her own way of attempting to show me that she was still someone that would protect me. She placed little kisses on my forehead and whispered apologies to me over and over as I cried into her shirt. "I'm so sorry, sweet girl."

"It was too much, Mami. It hurt so bad!" I sobbed. Her heart shattered at my words. She held me even tighter.

"Oh, babygirl. We're so sorry. We never should've let it go this far. I love you, pretty girl. So much," She gestured towards the boys. "We all do. You mean everything to us." She kissed my head.

Finn reached out and gently held my hand. "I'm sorry I've been so hard on ya, lass. I just wanted to make sure you were ready for your match, but clearly, I wasn't taking good enough care of ya. And for that, I apologize. But I love you more than anything in this world, you hear me?" I nodded and he gave me a small smile.

Damian placed a warm hand on my leg, letting me know he was there and that I was safe. Dom was hesitant, but he soon moved closer to the bed where we were and sat down. I softly tapped his leg with my foot and he instantly smiled, "Love you, chica." He kissed my knee and grinned at me.

"I love you guys, too." My voice was quiet and raspy. "But, can we just go to bed now? I'm so exhausted." They all agreed and happily squished me into the center of the bed where they could all cuddle me.

No matter how bad things get, I guess I can always count on them to protect me, even from themselves.

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Been Busy

Frank Castle x f!Reader | Explicit 18+ | 1K

Summary: While Frank's gone, you try to play. Luckily he comes back.

Warnings: smut, fingering, masturbating

A/N: I blame @chvoswxtch for this. First time writing for Frank. Hope y'all like it! (I searched for a good gif for this fic, but I'm awful at finding them. If anyone has a good one, I'd love to add it!)

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You’re sprawled out on the bed, the sheets twisted beneath you. One hand is desperately working your pussy, your fingers are alternately circling your clit then plunging into your sopping wet hole. The other tugging on your nipple, chasing your release with a frenzy. You’ve been at it for what feels like hours, your orgasm evading you the whole time.

Close to tears, you reach for your vibe, hoping this time would be the charm. Just as you click it on, another powerful rumble comes from the other side of the house, nearly matching the one in your hand. You turn it off and realize it’s the sound of the garage door.

Frank.

You hop off the bed, grabbing a shirt off the floor — his — and toss it over your head. You don’t know why you felt the need to dress yourself, other than a little shame at how downright horny you are. He’s coming in through the door just off the kitchen when you reach him. Even through the shadows in the kitchen you can see his scowl and you know his night didn’t go his way. Any other night you’d have the patience to tend to him, coax him out of his mood, soothe the anger and the pain. But tonight, just tonight, you’ve got a one-track mind.

He doesn’t like to look at you when he’s in this kind of mood, doesn’t want you to see the anger in his eyes and possibly mistake it as anger for you. But when you don’t say anything, he checks you out. Notices the flush on your face, the way you’re chewing on your lip, the way you can’t stand still, and finally, the gleam of your slick dripping down your thighs.

“You been busy, haven’t ya, darlin’?”

“Missed you. Didn’t know when you’d be back.”

“Got anything left for me?”

You don’t hesitate, not even a split second. “Yes.”

“Alright, let me take a shower.”

You know he should. He’s filthy, he’s bloody. He’ll be quick and when he’s done he won’t leave you wanting. But knowing that doesn’t stop the impatient sound that slips past your lips.

He eyes you again, tries to figure what he’s missing. When it comes to him, the realization spreads across his face. You haven’t gotten off.

“Need you, Frank.” Barely above a whisper, the desperation overpowering your voice. “Please.”

“I can wash my hands at least, yeah?” He’s gruff, but teasing, his eyes giving away how much it pleases him to be wanted by you like this.

He strips off his armor, his shirt and goes to the sink, washing his hands and face thoroughly. You watch as the water drips down his bare chest, all the way down to where it disappears into his waistband. And just below where there’s now a distinct bulge.

He dries himself as he advances toward you, tossing the towel aside. His form towers over you, envelopes you and his hands go straight to your thighs, gliding them up beneath the hem of his shirt, pressing your back against the fridge. His touch is light and his fingers slip easily over your dripping pussy. The heat of his breath, the drag of his soft lips on yours. You’re shaking, desperate for more now that you’ve had a little. You try to capture his lips but he lifts his head out of your reach.

In frustration you sink your nails into his shoulders and try to hoist yourself up to his level.

He smirks, not unkindly, saying, “You want me to give it to ya, huh?”

He doesn’t wait for your response, rather he slips two fingers inside of you — that delicious stretch from his large fingers just before he reaches that spot deep within you has your eyes rolling back and closing — his lips find yours and it’s nothing but slipping, slipping lips over lips, in and out and curling and pressing. He’s holding you close, holding you up, over the edge.

“Frank,” you whimper, his lips finding the pulse on your neck.

He wants to give you what you want. He doesn’t want to torture you, but the pretty noises you’re making are tempting him.

Your pussy clenches around his fingers, squeezing so tight he knows you’re close. His thumb finds your clit the first connection like lightning and the dual pressure connecting you inside and out has you rocking your hips. Frank places his other hand low on your stomach to keep you rooted. When it breaks over you you try to cry out but your voice is gone with your breath. “That’s it baby, that’s it,” Frank murmurs into your hair. He continues working you until your body — moments before taut and straining with your release — goes limp against him.

He lets you savor your boneless bliss and when you find your feet again, he’s gentle as he removes his hand from you. He chuckles at your hazy eyes looking up at him, the dreamy way you smile. “C’mon darlin’,” he says lifting you up over his shoulder. “You need a nap.”

You’ve long since stopped complaining at the way he carts you around. Ass up over his shoulder is somehow more romantic with Frank than cradled in his arms.

He stops still when he reaches the bedroom, taking in the disarray. He notes the balled up sheets, your vibrator half on a pillow and the wet patch you’d left behind. He chuckles again, an affectionate sound that doesn’t reveal the ache in his balls he feels at the picture of you pleasuring yourself in the bed you share. 

Frank settles you into the bed, pulling the covers over your bare legs. He kisses your temple and whispers in his gravelly voice, “Get some rest, baby.”

You’re half asleep but you reach for him, hooking your arm around his neck. “Want to take care of you, Frank.”

He kisses the delicate skin of your wrist as he eases your arm back to your side. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. I’m gonna get cleaned up and when I’m done you’ll need your strength for what I have in mind.”

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Maybe some fat elephant pred trunk voring pov or eating a human jock

I'm presuming this is for anthro? Cause that's what I'm going with. Anyway, yeah, weird niche vore incoming. Not that that's new for this blog.

Also, I got really mean with this one. Got stuck in a mood when I came up with the idea so this is probably a bit more extreme in the language than what I normally put out.

The coach grumbles to himself as he pours over the paperwork. His star quarterback, the thing they were relying on for this season, has to be cut. He’s been failing all of his classes and despite several warnings, he’s done nothing to improve it. He can hear the various players in the locker room behind his office. They just got here for practice. He’s got no choice but to go make an example of things.

The coach stomps out of his office, turning heads as he does. They all know when he walks like that, he’s mad. Their coach is an imposing man, too. A towering elephant edging into his 60’s, he keeps a cap on to hide his rapidly graying hair. His already wrinkly skin looks even moreso, like thick leather. But his body, thick with ripping muscles that flex as he moves, would make one not assume such an age. The soft beer belly he has that sways slightly whenever he steps might give it away, though. Despite the softness, though, his towering figure still lets him look over even the majority of the muscular jocks on his team.

The coach blows a whistle and gets the team to quickly come over and kneel down, even with some half-dressed. There’s a variety of species in the crowd, but one in particular, a human, is who the coach has his eyes focused on. “Johnson,” the coach grunts. “Up front.”

Several heads turn. The quarterback gulps softly but gets up and walks over. His shirt is off, showing off his muscular physique. Perfect for someone in his role, although he’s still smaller than the coach. He seems nervous, but he’s doing his absolutely damnedest to keep a straight face in front of the team. “Yes, coach?”

“You’ve had all year to turn your grades around,” the elephant rumbles. “I’ve told you over and over again you can’t be on the team if you aren’t keeping up. Your GPA is in the gutter and now you are, too.”

The human perks up fast, mask cracking as he gets flustered. “Are you serious?! Coach, you need me! You know you do! You can't kick me off the team!”

The elephant’s frown tightens. He’s heard this over and over again. He’s sick of the quarterback’s constant talkback and his lack of care. “You’re right. You’re not off the team. I said you’re in the gutter.” The elephant’s trunk lifts up, exposing his mouth more. “At least, you will be, once you’re fucking dead.”

The human’s eyes widen slightly. They all know the coach doesn’t let up easily. But he didn’t think he’d ever be the one to take the elephant’s idea of punishment. “Wait, don’t—“ He’s cut off as the elephant’s trunk comes down on his head, engulfing the human up to his shoulders.

The jock screams, head stretching out their coach’s trunk tightly. He reaches up to frantically claw and pull on the elephant's trunk, but he’s not even able to scratch it. The coach crosses his arms, glaring at the human with dissatisfaction. His trunk sinks down lower with a thrust, slurping over the human’s shoulders and chest like a snake. Then it lifts up, hoisting the quarterback off his feet.

The coach looks up at the rest of the team. They’re all watching with wide eyes, most of them completely still and in shock. The coach’s trunk starts dragging in the human’s abs, his screaming muffled by the trunk stretching over him. “Let this be a reminder,” the coach says, lifting his trunk higher as the quarterback’s ass sinks in, ��that none of you are invisible. You can be the best goddamn player in the team, and if you fuck up, I will kill you.”

The jock’s legs sink in with a wet slurping sound. The coach blows his whistle again, making the other players jolt. “Get dressed and in the field. You’re doing laps. If anyone isn’t running when I get out there, you can join Johnson. You’re all expendable.” A pair of twitching feet sink past the elephant’s trunk now. The shape of the quarterback is stretching it out now in fine detail. It’s clearly tight and is just long enough to fit his body inside. Though only just. The end tire team lurch to their feet and quickly start getting dressed again. Grumbling, the coach returns to his office.

He’s back to the paperwork, now marking off the quarterback and signing on the dotted line. All the while, his truck is hanging down low. And he’s squeezing with it, making the human inside scream and yell. The coach finds it annoying.

“Can’t you be a man about this?” he rumbles, glancing down at his trunk and seeing the frightened face bulging the flesh out. “You had all year to turn things around. I vouched for you to get you that much! And you wasted your time, you wasted my time, and you wasted your team’s time. And now…” The coach marks off the man’s name. “…I’m going to waste your life. If you can’t be a useful member of the team, you can be a useful meal.”

The coach starts to squeeze his trunk more, flexing the muscles with all his might. The quarterback starts to scream more, shrieking out for forgiveness and another chance. But the coach isn’t listening. He’s keeping his ears out for something else, which he gets soon. The sound of popping.

When the first one rings out, the quarterback screams. Each flex of the elephant’s trunk gets another pop or a crunch. The form of the quarterback is getting more compact and tighter. The elephant growls slightly and closes his eyes. “You’re so annoying…just die already!” He squeezes his trunk as much as he can. The human’s voice is cut off by a series of snaps and pops. The lumpy bulge he made is swiftly mulched down, the elephant’s trunk looking more like a sausage instead.

The coach tips his trunk back, starting to funnel the meat slurry he just made down his gullet. It’ll be quickly absorbed and processed by his gut, much faster than it would have naturally. He gets to his feet and goes stomping out.

On the field, he sees everyone turn to look at him. Several men started picking up the pace in a panic, but the coach saw enough. He doesn’t use his whistle, instead blowing out his trunk like a trumpet. A skull goes flying into the field and everyone is starting to come over. Everyone knows when coach is in a bad mood, he’s ruthless. And right now…it’s clear he’s going to be crossing more names from the roster. All because of some stupid, cocky quarterback that already got mulched.

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Web of faith

Masterlist - BG3 masterlist

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 7

Words: 1531

Notes: the more I write and change the more this transforms into a much longer series than I initially planned it to be 😂😅

Chapter 6

You let out a piercing scream as a sensation of freefall engulfed you, your hands frantically slapping against the hard ground. Slowly, the realisation dawned upon you that you must have had just awoken from a deep slumber. Your eyes darted around, eventually settling on the strangely familiar figure of another drow beside you. Tentatively, you reached out and tapped his shoulder, prompting him to turn towards you. In that moment, you gasped in shock. The drow lifted himself up, shaking his head to dislodge the hair obscuring his face before turning towards you and lifting you off the ground. His lips parted as if to speak, but as his gaze fell upon his own hands, he took a few steps back, a look of confusion etched across his features.

"What is happening? What has befallen us?", he whimpered, nervously scratching at the now soft skin of his hands.

"Niss," you whispered, reaching out to hold his hands and giving them a gentle squeeze.

"What are we?", Kar'niss questioned, his voice trembling, "are we dead? Why are we restored? We can't be, we are cursed, we-we- I should be cursed", Kar'niss stammered, his head hurting as he tried to put the pieces together.

You surveyed your surroundings, finally taking in the sight of the pulsating orb in the distance.

"Where are you hiding?", you cried out, "I pleaded for your aid, but you remained silent. Why are you summoning me now? What have you done to Kar'niss?"

"You should have gotten rid of him", the Emperor's icy voice cut through the astral plain as he emerged from behind a rock.

"How dare you say this?!", you spat at him.

"Don't be foolish! He's too broken, to unpredictable, he will only be a hindrance to us."

"He saved me, more than once! He deserves as much of a chance as any of us."

Kneeling beside Kar'niss, who huddled on the ground, you witnessed his body rocking back and forth. His hands clung desperately to his head as he muttered unintelligibly, his pain and confusion evident.

"He tried to kill the both of you! Had I not intervened, you'd both be dead by now!", he exclaimed, his voice rising as he grasped your hand and hoisted you up, a force compelling your head to turn towards Kar'niss, "look at him! He is not what he once was."

Your eyes widened as Kar'niss reverted back into a drider, recoiling at the sight of his spider-like body, tears streaming down his face as he vehemently shook his head.

"He is an unpredictable monster now!"

"He is just Kar'niss, it will not matter how he looks now. I didn't judge you for being an ilithid, so explain to me, why would I judge him for being a drider?", you retorted, struggling to conceal the anger in your voice as you wriggled free from the Emperor's grasp.

"Fine have it your way", the Emperor sighed, "but I did warn you."

You let out a groan of pain as your eyes slowly opened, taking a moment for the blurriness to fade away, revealing an unfamiliar room. Attempting to sit up, you were immediately met with a sharp pain in your chest that kept you pinned down.

"Take it easy", Gale's soothing voice came from beside the bed, "our tentacled friend managed to save you from certain death, but he didn't deem it necessary to address your other injuries."

A comforting warmth began to seep into your body as the wizard murmured another incantation. His hand slid under your back, gently lifting you into a seated position.

"I'm relieved to see you awake", he smiled at you, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Where...", you began to ask, but Gale quickly interrupted.

"We're still at Moonrise Towers. Allow me to show you", he spoke softly as he connected his mind with yours through the tadpole.

You witnessed fleeting visions of the battle, reliving the moment Ketheric struck you. You observed Kar'niss desperately clinging to your unconscious form after his failed attempts to heal you. His cautious backward steps before taking a leap were evident. The Emperor's suspicions about him trying to eliminate both of you seemed accurate, but seeing your beloved's behaviour and tears made you see that there was more to it. It wasn't an attempt to kill both of you; rather, he was trying to end his own life, believing he had lost you forever. The thought of this caused your heart to ache. The overwhelming love that still existed between the two of you felt almost unbearable, threatening to shatter your soul into countless fragments due to the sadness it brought in these moments. However, the images from Gale's mind continued to intrude upon your thoughts, diverting your attention from the drider. You were taken aback as you caught a glimpse of the true nature of the Absolute for the first time. A colossal elderbrain, ensnared by the chosen ones of the Dead Three, one of whom was already dead. Gale severed the connection, speaking before you could utter a single word.

"It's a lot but you need to rest first before we move on to Baldur's Gate", the wizard got up and walked towards the door, "I'll call Kar'niss, if he can't see you soon, I'm afraid he'll trample us all just to get here", he chuckled as he left the room.

It didn't take much time before the door forcefully swung open and the drider squeezed through. It appeared rather amusing to witness his struggle as he tried to maneuver his tall physique through the normal sized doorframe. He hurried towards you and bend down, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace while shedding tears, burying his face against the side of your neck. You winced in pain as you attempted to gently push him away.

"Be careful, it still hurts", you gave him a warm smile.

"We-I...", his voice faltered amidst his sobs.

You tenderly caressed his cheeks and planted a kiss on his lips. Instantly, he melted into the kiss, and his sorrow permeated through as you tasted the saltiness of his tears. You felt the gentle tingling sensation of his tadpole extending towards you, and as you allowed him to enter, a surge of dread and agony threatened to overwhelm you. His shattered heart, only partially mended by the fleeting relief of your survival, remained tightly bound by the weight of guilt from nearly causing your demise.

"Niss", you you called out, planting a gentle kiss on his lips once more before meeting his gaze, "please don't believe a word the Emperor said."

"But he is right", Kar'niss replied, pulling your hands away from him and clasping them tightly, "we-I-I'm not the one I once was. All of me is broken, a mess, dangerous, in pain...", he held his breath, frightened to continue but he had to, it was important to finally confront this issue that plagued him for so long.

"No you shouldn't-"

"Please we need you to understand!", he interrupted, "we were cursed because we loved and protected you, we were abandoned because our love, by Lolth, her majesty. The monster that is us almost killed you!"

"You did not know!", your voice, full of desperate anger, filled the room and the drider cowered, instantly releasing your hands from his hold.

The drider immediately let go of your hands and backed away, slowly inching towards the door. The force behind your raised voice struck him deep in his core. All Kar'niss ever wanted was to be yours, to worship you for the evershining light you were to him and all it ever did was curse him. Now more than ever, he felt as if his entire essence was worthless, a darkness that tainted your divine beauty and soul and the cursed abandonment he had to endure was merely a punishment for his audacity to dream of being close to you. His fractured mind finally pieced the shards of his broken existence back together, revealing the full picture of his misery and its inevitable truth. As he turned around, he froze at the sight of Halsin standing in the doorway, his expression inscrutable to the tormented drider.

"I apologise for intruding, but I overheard your conversation as I walked by", the druid spoke softly, "Kar'niss was it?"

The drider nodded, glancing back at you, unsure of how to interpret the presence of the tall elf before him.

"Could you accompany me for a moment? I would like to discuss something with you", he gestured for Kar'niss to follow, swiftly entering through the door and giving you a reassuring nod.

"Don't worry, I'll bring him back unharmed", he chuckled at the concern evident on your face before leaving you alone in the room.

You hadn't known Halsin for very long, but he didn't strike you as a malevolent person. Despite his imposing stature, he exuded a certain gentleness that always managed to calm you down during your time on the road. However, a slight sense of fear began to well up within you as you couldn't fathom why he wanted to speak to your beloved alone.

Chapter 7 - drow ending

Chapter 7 - drider ending

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