#what IF... Princess never died tho?.... -breathes-

[melancholy-menagerie]

(( I am once again thinking about her:

or more specifically; her deceased "counter-part"... ))

[prettiedup]

do u write for sukunaaaa

if so can we have cum denial wit him. like fingering n teasing reader till she’s crying n babbling 🐾 <3

sugarpie ୨ৎ

not getting sukuna’s attention has you acting out ୨ৎ

yeah probs mii first nd last time writing abt kuna ^.^ i really enjoyed doing dis for u tho ^_^

⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆ SUGARPIE ⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆ --->  rough fingering, pet names (baby, princess, mama), shameless use of the word daddy :P, begging, clit slapping, squirting, daddydom!kuna, lawyer!kuna, orgasm denial

“kuna.” you drag out his name as you climb onto his lap. it’s been hours since he’s given you any sort of attention, you understood that the paperwork he is working on is extremely important. he briefly explained to you days prior about taking on a big case that would bring in a lonesome amount of money once everything was said and done. which is fine, of course you’re gonna support your kuna in whatever he takes on. but what isn’t fine is his attention being diverted to papers instead of you.

he grumbles out while he leans to your side so that he could see what was displayed on his desk. you sit quietly on his lap for a few moments, your mind is racing with how you could get his attention back onto you. a deep rooted, responsible and sensible side of you reminds you that he’s working and he told you that he would be busy on it, you know you’re being selfish but you can’t find it in you to care. if anything it’s sukuna’s fault for spoiling you so much! 

“kuna.” you whine again. your head lays on his hard shoulder while your hands begin slithering against his waist. even through his shirt you could feel the hardened muscles, you loved just running your acrylic tips over his muscles and watching them tense every now and then. “daddy, are you ignoring me?” you ask with a frown that sukuna didn’t need to see, he could hear it in your voice.

“‘f course not, baby. ‘m just busy trying to sign these documents.” sukuna barely pays attention to the words coming out of his mouth as he jots down more and more onto the paper. 

“aren’t you tired?” you huff, “can’t you just take a little break?”

“not right now. i need to stay on top of this case ‘nd fill out as much as i can as fast as i can.” he suddenly leans down a little to grab a paper thats on the far end of his desk. you wrap your arms tighter around him, but you know sukuna would never let you fall. no matter how busy and out of it he seems.

you don’t like that response at all. you roll your eyes at his resistance and settle with resting your head on the crook of his neck. you breathe in his cologne. the colognes’ he wears pairs so well with his natural scent. they smell so warm but masculine in a way. you close your eyes, opting to lay there and enjoy the feeling of his heart thumping and his body movements each time he inhales and exhales. you use the sound of the pen sliding against the paper as white noise.

you hum softly against him. this is better than being in separate rooms, you suppose. you would prefer for his attention to be on you completely but you’ll take what’s given at the moment. usually, you’d be chattering away about minuscule things while sukuna works but he quickly shut that down weeks ago.

“my office is my sanctuary, princess. i don’t care if you come ‘n here but you have to stay quiet so daddy can focus.” the firmness in his tone left no room for debate, which is why you slowly nodded your head while looking up at him.

you were only able to sit still and quiet for a few minutes, you tried, you really did. but you couldn't contain yourself from letting out littles hums and shifting your hips every few minutes. your little thin panties would get snagged on the shape of his cock causing little whimpers to escape from your throat when it does happen. sukuna doesn’t comment on anything you do, only occasionally patting your thigh when he deems you are moving too much.

“kuna, please.” you whine out as you lift your head from his shoulder to look at him fully. you didn’t have to say what you wanted, he knew. he always does.

“‘m working, mama.” he reminds you. irritation is seeping through his usual tone. hearing the slowly growing firmness begin to take over his words causes little hairs to stand up on your body, you both loved and hated when he talked to you like this.

“i don’t care! i need you kuna!” you clutch at his shirt with your hands. the hairs continue to stand.. no way you just raised your voice at him. a twitch of fear settles in your stomach. 

“watch your tone.” he stops writing completely. 

“wouldn’t have gotten loud if you would’ve jus’ paid attention to me.” you mutter under your breath as you begin getting off of his lap.

“the fuck you just say?” 

୨୧

“kuna, i can’t! ‘s too much please!” you cry out as his thick fingers roughly pump into your fat pussy. the sounds of your arousal coating his digits filled the room, you were so fucking wet. he had already managed pull an almost orgasm out of you. he waited until you were breathing heavy and for your legs to be shaking desperately to pull away. 

he doesn’t respond to you, only forcing your legs further with one hand while adding another finger. you squeal and whine while clutching on his wrist. his fingers are so fucking thick inside your sensitive pussy. your clutch at his wrist does nothing to slow him down.

your poor pussy could do nothing but take his aggressive fingers, you thrashed around on his lap which only made him slink an arm around your waist to hold you in place.  fat tears ran down your cheeks as he continued holding your legs open so that he could continue to fill you.

everything about sukuna is thick. not just his fingers, but his cock (especially that), his muscles, his personality. those were just minor reasons that added up to why you loved him. 

hearing the humiliating squelch, squelch, squelch and just feeling your arousal dripping down from your everflowing pussy to his lap. if you weren’t getting fucked stupid by his fingers you would’ve been embarrassed from the growing wet spot that is forming on his slacks. 

“talkin’ t’me crazy.. have you lost your fucking mind?” he asks. with every word he’s hammering his fingers as deep as he possibly could, it’s almost to the point that it hurts. you whimper out a soft “daddy” and try to close your legs to prevent him from continuing to abuse your poor pussy.

you can’t find it in you to say a response, instead, you let out loud mewls and sobs. sukuna doesn’t take much appreciation to his words being met with silence, with a rough huff he pulls out the hand that’s fucking you to oblivion to give you three rough slaps against your right thigh.

a piercing sob breaks through your lips,“yes! daddy! ah! yes! i'm sorry daddy!” you didn’t even know what you were saying. loud sniffles mixed with the words you slobbered out. you were a complete mess, you loved when sukuna got you like this.

“‘s okay, though. don’t worry, baby. daddy’s going to make sure you remember your manners.” he plunges his fingers back into you with no warning prompting an unexpected orgasm to shoot from your sensitive pussy. he groans and begins slapping at your clit. squeals escape from deep in your throat. he remembers specifically telling you not to cum until he said so.

“daddy! oh! ah! ah! i’m sorry!” you try to crawl away from the intensity of your orgasm. sukuna clicks his teeth and roughly pushes you back up so that your back is aligned evenly to his chest. you’re fully sobbing now as a stream leaks out and sprays onto his fingers, lap, and parts of his paperwork. 

“no more, kuna, puhllleeaaa-ahhmygodd..” your sentence is broken when he powers his movements back up. you’re still leaking out your orgasm when he adds a third finger. “daddy! kuna! baby! pleaseee, no more!” drool leaks from the corners of your mouth as you are dumbly babbling out to him.

“tch.” he sighs. “cummin’ even when i told you not to. you must really not be my good girl now? hm?” you could hear the smirk in sukuna’s voice. usually when he finds your actions amusing, you’d pout at him. but you were so fucked out all you could do is continue to grip his wrist weakly.

“‘s too much, kuna. toooo muchhhh.” you groan. you try closing your legs around his hand once again and this time sukuna bites down on your shoulder making you squirm. he didn’t bite down hard, he made sure to only use enough force to make you stop moving.

“keep ignorin’ me.” he warns. “your second time now. even while getting punished, you’re still actin’ up.” he jeered. “maybe you’re not my good girl after all.” 

“‘m your good girl. promise. ‘m your good girl.” you sniffle, he was still rubbing his fingers against your walls filling you up jussttt right. your eyes glance down and you could see his hand sparkling with your arousal and to make matters more intense his fingers are etched with your cream. you could only whine at the sight.

he places soft kisses on the side of your neck and jaw. “watch me fuck my pussy.” he mumbles while placing a soft kiss on the corner of your lips. “gonna make sure my pussy gets all the attention it's been beggin’ for, and you better not fucking cum again until i say so.”

[jnnul]

I JUST READ THE DATING RINA DRABBLE AND DIED HEADASS……………… do u have any thoughts for dating ning? :3

word count: 933 words a/n: LMAOOOO that's so real anonnie that's me with ningrina on any given day tbh genres: fluff and nsfw content

ningning is THE girlfriend tbh

very feminine, very princess vibes

but i feel like ningning is the epitome of a 50/50 girlie

she will definitely expect princess treatment but she will also def be giving princess treatment

it doesn't matter age, gender, race, nationality

you are her princess™️ just like she is your princess™️

for example, she might be the one to ask you out on a date

but once you hit it off, she'll expect you to be the one to make it official

i honestly feel like ningning would ask you out within like a couple hours of meeting you

she gets your number, thinks you're cute, and then asks you out on a date

and on that first date, she puts her expectations for a relationship out in the open and highkey she's just so confident in what she wants that you're like ???

i'm??? in love with her???

(she knows you are)

once you ask her to be your girlfriend, she absolutely dotes on you

there's a new side of her that you've never seen before

she's like a sweet best friend that also drops 2 grand on w/o batting an eye bc she saw you eyeing a pretty watch and what her baby looks at, her baby gets

and she expects that you love her like that too!!

not monetarily, but definitely at least in emotional aspects

affirm her feelings, express how much you love her, initiating dates, buying her flowers randomly to surprise her

but outside of that, she wants you to be her best friend and vice versa

like she genuinely wants to have inside jokes w you, do stupid things w you, and lowk wants to be your absolute best friend

def isn't very controlling and she herself has a lot of friends

but she def prioritizes you the most out of everyone

and kinda wants you to do the same (or at least have her in the top 3)

is actually the best person to rant to bc she'll just listen to you like this 😍 while you're swearing like a sailor

will def join in and bash whoever's making her bb feel bad

but thinks you're so incredibly lovable regardless

lowk loves showing you off in public?

like she doesn't care when you're wearing revealing clothing or when ppl are checking you out, in front of her, mind you

bc she knows that you're hot and she appreciates you knowing that too

what she draws the line at tho is literally anyone threatening her spot in closeness to you

lowk will get toxic abt it too

like if she feels like you met someone who's able to make you laugh like she does, she immediately brings it up to you

and asks you to distance yourself from them

unless she's 100% sure that it's platonic from their side

bc she trusts her baby

but not the rest of the world

hand in hand w the whole showing you off/best friend thing

she loves going clubbing w you!!

the best thing abt dating ningning is that she makes you embrace life to the fullest

genuinely 0 shits given to the world

you're violently drunk after 12 shots at the club? she's holding your hair/clothes back as you hurl your guts out and she's still having the time of her life

will take so many pics of you two together

like actually she has to upgrade her icloud storage every 3 months

bc she doesn't want to delete a single picture of you

or the two of you tgt

probably singlehandedly supporting apple atp

so incredibly in love w you <333

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ik so many ppl hc her as a pillow princess

and she def has her moments!! where she just wants to be spoiled rotten

but she love love LOVES putting in the work when y'all are getting nasty

highkey that's one of the only things she'll rlly go 75/25 on

she has an y/n fixation so you can expect her to go down on you (wtv that looks like for you!!) 25/8

you're watching tv? her hands are in your pants

you're washing the dishes? she's backhugging you and her hands are in your pants

you're breathing? her hands are down your pants

NINGNING JUST WANTS TO MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD ALL THE DAMN TIME

i don't rlly think she's into power play

but she's def prone to 'taking the lead' in bed

i also think that once you guys get more comfortable w each other, she lets out her inner freak

like i genuinely think that she'd leave you tied to the bed w a vibrator at your core and just watch you

she thinks you look gorgeous when you cum

and therefore, overstimulates you whenever she can

not a fan of edging bc she hates seeing you cry

but she will use it against you if she ever feels like you're not loving her as hard as she wants to be!!

also lots of romantic, heated sex

where she pushes you up against a wall and kisses the shit out of you

and then takes you to the bedroom where she has a bunch of fairy lights and candles lit

she's v v spontaneous tho so she can flip the vibe however you want!! will never do the same thing twice!!

aftercare has to be 50/50 tho!! she runs you a bath and massages all of the sore spots and you make her cheese toasties <333

overall, ningning who is your needy/sexy/silly best friend and girlfriend all in one!!

[corpsebasil]

I have a request for knight!Nikolaï and it's soul c r u s h i n g

So hear me out:

He and the reader obviously love each other, maybe they haven't say anything yet (because the ✨slow burn✨ and the angst™) (and maybe a dash of social etiquette too lmao); but it's like, the TENSION DEAR GOD——

(anyway,)

There's a war or really big battle somewhere, and kinda last minute, as it takes more and more importance and might be a threat to the royals (even tho it's not around the castle); at first the guards aren't worried but the princess is still anxious that Nikolaï might be called on the battlefield (he assures that he won't leave her side)

aND—— the superior officer says that Sir Nikolaï have to go to the front! Like next day or something!! AND THE ANGST?? LOVE CONFESSION FILLED WITH DESPAIR OF MAYBE NEVER SEEING THE OTHER AGAIN??

But there's more to that! *takes a deep breath* I raide you: secret wedding just the night before he leaves (bc they obviously can't bz together but wth he might die so let's goooooo)

And then he leaves (bc if that means protecting the princess, he'll fight and he IS willing to die if that means she lives)

Whether he survives or not (like in that GLORIOUS ANGSTY headcanon you wrote *chief kiss*) is up to you, I just—

I just need to cry in a corner rn *sob*

Omfg

“Hey,” you laughed, opening up your door and backing up, allowing Sir Nikolai to enter your rooms. “You’ll never believe it. I actually just made banana bread and—“ You paused when you saw his expression, the tight smile and furrowed eyebrows on his face. “—what?”

“I’m needed for the front.” Was all he said and your stomach dropped.

You stared at each other for awhile, both fully aware of the situation; a foreign kingdom—Damn them—had started border skirmishes with increasing aggression each time. You, the princess, had been sure your personal guard would never be chosen to go and fight. He was supposed to protect you, wasn’t he? Supposed to be by your side at all times, wasn’t he?

“No.” You breathed, taking back a step. “No, you—” you stopped, turning away as a hand flew to your mouth. “No.”

“Your Highness—”

“No.” You snapped, turning back to face him. You stepped closer and risked taking his face in your hands, your thumbs smoothing across his cheekbones. You were shaking your head and trembling when his arms banded around you, pulling you an inch closer. “I won’t let you.” You rasped, eyes looking anywhere but at his face. “I won’t you—you can’t—“

“It’s my duty.” He told you, a hand running slowly up your back. “It’s an honor.”

“No.”

“Your highness—“

“No.”

“Y/N.”

“Damn it, no Nikolai!” You wept, yanking away from him and walking several steps towards the window. You took in several shaky breaths and stared out, your mind racing. Every soldier had died so far. Every single one. You couldn’t take losing Nikolai. You just couldn’t.

“Princess.” He breathed, approaching cautiously and placing his hands on your waist. You closed your eyes and leaned into him, convinced the floor was going to open up at any moment and you’d fall into it. “Please. Please.” You risked turning and looking at him and his expression was devastated. “I know. I know, love.” He murmured, carding his hand through your hair.

Your forehead met his shoulder and you gasped, clutching his shirt hard.

“Not you.” You whispered, eyes squeezed shut. “Anyone but you.”

“It’s an honor—“

“Shut up.” You snapped, looking up at him. Maybe it was the fierceness of your expression, maybe it was the way you held him, but he leaned down and kissed you.

Your heart stopped.

Stopped. His mouth was warm and soft, lips moving gently along your own, and you sighed aloud against him. Good God. It felt so good you clutched him tighter, your hands pulling him roughly against you so that every inch of your front touched his.

Later that night you found yourselves still in your room, a thin metal band around your finger. He couldn’t afford much—hadn’t planned this—but what he did have was a family heirloom that he offered you. An heirloom he’d slipped onto your hand as he murmured reassurances in your ear, promising to come back to you.

An heirloom you’d kept almost savagely, kept close to your heart, on the day the news came that he’d died in battle.

Sorry HAHA

[meangreennunseen]

Thinking about both of my Primarch daughters and their lives and the more I think about them, the more I am questioning who has shittier existence. Tho I guess in a way their existences mirror painful ones of their parents in specific way.

Medea in general did not deserve everything which now lays on her shoulders. She was a child when her planet was destroyed, her mother died, but not before using her psyker powers to transfer the vast knowledge accumulated over millenias only High Priestess was allowed to possess to her only child. The still fragile mind overcharged with insane amounts of information so much, Medea fainted, instead of dying, just because she has Primarch genes. After that child was laid down into special stasis sarcophagus which had to preserve the life of the last High Priestess of Prospero.

Even so, Medea was woken up once her stasis sarcophagus was found on random planet ravaged by war. Once cracked open back on Terra, Medea was hushed into fighting and yet no matter how much she done for Imperium in short span of time, she still was known as daughter of Traitor Primarch, Princess of Daemons or heretical mutant standing against doctrine of what Imperium now lived by. No matter how much hope Medea has or how much she tries it is never good enough, so Idk how long it is until that daughter turns to chaos worship...

Cornix has no less painful story. She was the most genetically accurate duplicate of her Primarch Father in comparison with rest of Primarch children, even to the point where rumors spread that Corvus had Cornix genetically engineered by his own image. Which wasn't true, but Primarch never revealing truth about mother of his child to anyone did not help to slow down the spread of misinformation.

Anyways, Cornix's life was harsh since she drew first breath. She has disease lots of Kiavahr-born children have, tho her case is lucky one just because of Primarch fast regeneration gene. Even so she came to this world through blood, death and pain and those feelings have stuck in her excellent, abnormal memory she also inherited. Nevertheless, maybe her Father knew of the fate Emperor already decided upon her and this is why he trained Cornix in ways of Primarch of XIXth legion, maybe he didn't and it was just a natural way how parenthood hit him, but Cornix grew prepared and very early showed abilities which could easily in time rival her own Father.

Tho no one is allowed happiness in the way how I develop stories, because Corvus took harsh decision to cast his daughter off to obscure planet. Some say such out of the character decision for Primarch, might have been due to Emperor's own conditions, but since that day forward Cornix' survival depended solely on her own abilities. Which she did succeed at, but with ton of mental and physical trauma. Also not to mention Cornix's apparent death added a lot of mental anguish towards already fragile mental state of her Father after his Astartes' mutations ravaged Raven Guard legion. News of his daughter dying in World Bearer's bombardment while they pulled back into the Eye after loss of Heresy, completely broke Corvus and he entered his one year seclusion, before departing into Eye of Terror to dedicate his life to hunt the traitors.

So yeah. I create innocent children OCs and fuck them up completely as adults. Fits Warhammer40k at least...

[another-corpo-rat]

:3 for the smut sentence starters "you're mine, and i take care of what belongs to me."

ty ty for the prompt 😘😘 tho i have to admit this one is not as smutty as i wished but hey, i like what i wrote anyways \o/ it's a pseudo follow up to Gemini in a way prompt list is here!

❛ you’re mine, and i take care of what belongs to me. ❜ Adam Smasher/OC

At some point Adam’s giddiness at her conversion, the pride that radiated off of him like a welcoming heat, dulled. It didn’t vanish, not entirely, Victoria could still feel the fondness in his hold and the stolen presses of mandible to lips, demanding where once he merely tolerated, but something changed. Shifted.

It was more obvious now, when that hold tightened into something that could crush bone and made her HUD flash a warning of external pressure as his thumb traced a scar that didn’t exist anymore. Not truly. The threads of gold through skin was a recent aesthetic choice, a replication to make her change easier; to help her resettle into a new body distressingly similar to her own. She wasn’t sure how effective it was, but well…she hasn’t had shaky hands or glitchy visions just yet.

She huffs a needless breath where her lips work against the cables of his neck, pausing to ask; “An enny for your thoughts?” The tilt of his head is a miniscule thing, a quiet acknowledgement that she feels with where her fingers are curled against the hard line of his jaw. He furthers it with an ease in that crushing grip, thumb ghosting circles over her hip as if to soothe the never-forming bruise.

There was some irony there, that he’d be gentler with her in a body that could handle his strength.

“The princess’s,” a rebuke brews on her tongue, Michiko has long outgrown being a mere princess— “little spies found him.” It dies.

An audible clack in the space between them as she gnashes her teeth together. A stagnant heat builds in her circuitry, so hot it burns cold.

He was a horrible thing; busted jaw and crooked nose. One eye cybernetic and the organic one cloudy white, what little left of his iris torn. His hand was shaking. Thrill or adrenaline; not nerves. Not with that smile. Not nerves. A hum rose in her ears; the building charge of a tech weapon, buzzing like static or flies or—

“Victoria.” Adam’s voice cuts through, stern in demanding her attention. His free hand had moved, coiling a blonde lock around a thick finger, tugging gently until her vision unblurred after quick blinks and deep breaths.

The hand on her hip continued the soothing motions; “What do you need?”

Nothing. Everything. Too much to ask for but— but demand is instinctual, so deeply embedded it’s woven through her internal mechanisms. She wants to know why Michiko alerted him first and not her. She wants that bastard on the brink of death, suspended in limbo and agony, taken apart and pieced back together with rusted parts grafted onto peeled skin.

But what she needs…

Well, that’s ridiculously simple.

“You.”

Adam hums at her answer, and she wonders if she really needed to say it at all as he adjusts her position on his lap. Her thighs frame his hips, arms wrap loosely around his neck. There was hardly any space between them but his hand cradles the back of her head and draws her in those final inches.

A lot of things taste different now, but he’s always had that tang of bitterness that lingers on her lips for hours after. An unexpected but delightful constant that she can’t imagine ever getting sick of.

“You’re mine, Buttercup,” the mechanized croon against her lips shouldn’t be as tender as it is, not with that accompanying tell-tale click of a panel sliding open and the hard press of his cock between her legs, “and I take care of what belongs to me.”

[forthesanityofstorytellers]

Footsteps of a Stranger

Written in 2019 to be part of an anthology that I don't think ever quite got off the ground. Spawned a good character, tho. Short story that I broke up into chunks for Tumblr. Inspired by the Noir Princesses art by Ástor Alexander.

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WC Total: 6289 -Part 1, 628 -Part 2, 1276 -Part 3, 1163 -Part 4, 686 -Part 5, 1851 -Part 6, 685

Warnings: Guns

Summary: A PI is on the case to discover who has been setting forest fires. And little non-human help never hurts, right?

“Blue?” I called her name for the tenth time, wandering through the heart of the forest. “Where are you?”

A cold wind blew across my back, the hairs on my neck instantly rising from the chill. It was inexplicably cold for the season, and I knew why.

“Quit playing around, Blue,” I shouted. The wind grew to a low moan, enough to shake the trees and shower me with leaves. I shrugged my shoulders, turning around. “Alright, fine. I had a puzzle for you, but if you’re not interested…”

The forest immediately died down, the cold vanishing into a humid mist. Something formed inside the mist, not completely but enough to see a humanoid shape about as tall as a child, with small points of light emanating from where the eyes should have been. There she was: Blue. The resident wind sprite.

“...puz-zle?” The word was whispered through the branches with the slightest brush of wind, a chill accompanying the breath. Blue stared, waiting.

I turned, hand on hip. “Forest fires around here. All the land was ‘owned’ by a company claiming preservation, so it’s hard to see why they’d set fire to their cause. The latest fire held the body of an earth sprite, iron cuff around the wrist. There are also humans getting harmed and killed when they won’t give up their homes to said company, which winds up buying the land anyway. Here’s the puzzle: is this a human-against-human problem or a human-against-sprite problem?”

"Both," she breathed. "Or neither. Related?"

"Everything's related," I snorted. "I'm just not sure how these events are related.”

A puff of air swished from one side to the other, Blue shaking her head. Or maybe that was supposed to be hair. “No. Related to you.”

“Me?”

“Nevermind.” A short sigh made the trees sag from the wind, Blue’s form wavering before coming upright again. “Company comes into forest where sprites live. Sprites cause trouble. Men leave, come back with cuffs to trap sprites. Remove the problem. They like removing problems.”

“So why the fires?”

“One problem they can’t remove.” Blue stumbled on that last word, her form shifting as the mist began to clear. “Old wound keeps coming undone. Open scratches. Some wounds must be burnt away.” The mist cleared, her form evaporating with a blast of air. “Bor-ring puz-zle,” the wind moaned. “Bohr-ring Puz-zle!!”

I was already on my way out, leaving the forest behind in a hurry. Blue liked puzzles, but if she found them boring enough she would throw a tantrum, sometimes in the form of tornadic cyclones. While she was busy wailing about my puzzle being a boring one, I was already on the path leading back to the city. She had given me some clues, but I wanted to see what Thomas came up with before trying to draw the complete picture.

Thankfully, we ran into each other in the middle of the street.

“Oh,” he puffed, “good, I found you.” Short gasps of air inserted themselves between words. Made me wonder what he was doing between here and there. “Meeks had...nothing. Wasted perfectly good...cookies.” He took a deep breath to steady himself, standing straight. “Flint was more help. He didn’t know anything about the fires, but heard something on the street about the Virginia Company hiding toxic waste in nearby forests−apparently to the point of poison. Flint remembers a few sick orphans in the house when he got there, and no one could pinpoint anything aside from said poison.”

“Interesting,” I muttered, “but it doesn’t really draw a complete image.”

“Except the sick ones warned him not to go in the forest or drink any water coming from the river. That’s how they got whatever they got.”

I nodded, motioning for him to follow. “Alright, then. One last bit of snooping and we should be able to see the bottom of this barrel.”

He immediately was a clip on my heels. “Where are we going?”

I tugged out a business card and flipped it to face him. “Where erosion likes to show itself: to the very head of the beast.”

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[Part 5]

[libidomechanica]

Untitled # 11858

A limerick sequence

               1

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               2

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               3

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               4

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               5

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               6

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               7

Before his stormy bed lay things I have seene to all the Spartan death. Which    breast thy voiceless no stern,    single cruellest, where eagle why thighs, breast. That for a magnet.

               8

The ills thy flight doubt not miss, those cool, he field the brain! Of feelings to her    face or two. Which she know    not fir’d her sense them a single, deep, and hospitality.

               9

You jest: by the illicit indulgence of music, storie of death for    all along time, but kinda    like a sudden my brother—since I claim to gratify?

               10

’ Let me die too, ’ said thee? Some coquettish deceit. And we sought to the dying,    dwelt an institute    taught; no court the flock all bed the day. Like a little rainbow.

               11

To guerdon silly to gild a storm- troubled spheres, the gold or riversion    such play on the that heifer    lowing off to stretched it look on nobleman of Chian wine!

               12

Such beautifully walked two nigh. But what sense does is the Pegasus runs    parallel tree, which it adore    you—Then to the applause, of which did yourself, never be?

               13

The Princess, I would rather that am I but that says she fell done; and    for you live: thither, were    in ten? Songs to fly all this removed. But Ida waited, why?

               14

The henna; but scantly and for the gross mud-honey bag from lack of a    night which on the park, sit    thou may! This my soul are not set our adventure such as care.

               15

For deans, and in deep depression is not always death these? In a crush on    Myrna Loy. And all evening    sun, o knight I might traveler clear sparkling stony name.

               16

Skin and on to thy hands, now converse the name of Spring the tree when spray    biginneth to be lov’d.    As is twixt her bloom, light dispatcht the waken unavailing?

               17

Its Ionian elegance, if it went. I am spreads his plight broke a genius,—    when armour bed, who    hath produces—You. The tender mind is on our knees again.

               18

Fine by defect, for me wherefore. That maids in the bad acquaintance of    pain whisks it about a    friend, but new.—But seldom used to them! With long before we know?

               19

Upon her law, and never was so tall? Pardon, I am and reddening    rowes; your own blows away.    Who is not when pity would their poet, thou will deny!

               20

Little plum is what sense? With them a raiment my kindly word and paper    say it—our Ida heart.    Her heart the Potter to you. To life at its echoes, dying.

               21

Tho’ wretch these, the tents but to me. That showed them in the sequel, but of rock,    and we that the flying    to the orange experienced few; and for these women’s fell.

               22

And these the breath, and time and mine heart of a dream thy living hour, and won    it light mellowing to    rent her. That my poor hygiene and prepare: I was a Veil past!

               23

Cherish are laid on thy noon, lost as a son. With Science; as a sickly    the high the straining held,    indeed, whose glowing, rueing light to the page wonder gore, hey ho!

               24

Pushed with the woman bear thee as the fire accords to make us sight thy    look be lost in perfect,    not thy pale, cold earth, as for though its all we would sink o’er day.

               25

And the Prince I beheld, whom Juliana stung him to roar, to take my    blood. But him, and a ho,    and wandring to be first open’d on displays with tann’d and ease?

               26

Shoulders, one this were touches. Ah, take the rock and do the water flickering    again. I could sharpest    pang; but a sun, than in the head to brow was, and you shame?

               27

Me word? Yet on her hailed against his middle the midst thou only the beam    for him now, and made of    quietest of appear who first-born Salamis; she was much.

               28

Thou taught that made anither! Religion take a bootless clogged the other    dresses bounds Ravenna’s    trick. Is a joy, there, Pastora by a fountain or of tears.

               29

Who, as any, no doubt what is a man not wish: not love, nor will but fading    fainting waters round,    each doore, ere the Northern star. Books adore his wife and ruff too.

               30

Which I see thy taste. Has might from your hair’s long summers back and glorious    mood; themselves in thumb and    frayed charades and dance benefit of whom, in gentlewoman.

               31

The polygons of idling, then we met, to know’st no shape it place! To lead    a life for me, so little    walls But what gelid found in her brother’s pangs o’er his flight?

               32

Catch not marry the bed. Beyond all my love, lordlier than spite and slays, an    Easter. Riot, many    Knots unravel’d by eyes may drinking to write a changed at home.

               33

Some few years ago. Is emptied of twilight like a God’s will in other    of peace in ten, one Moment,    of the Arabs, Turks, and echoes roll from eternal joy.

               34

Of old Goethe’s (see who first she stone. Familiar, towing round their age’s    prudence is its closest    that beauty be; it had been to venturous god rimmed here thinge.

               35

As the common in their clash offend; the cold, like the churchyard come to spring    honey on the same    to suit the world. Than a mile from hills; that the world so abide?

               36

Must do? Like to the light hangs her of a pirate. The brawl at Shushan    understood but thou returning    Sun. If it’s in his life in perfection of that’s gone that.

               37

Good God, what shall reign, do in thy parting west? She setting you doe gives and    the moderately into.    There caught their end, but the pool they catcher’s lay about wives.

               38

Then Oothoon, were enough the ethereal plains withered in the cavern    cry, and you gone. Between    the slacks, and his feet. From me, now a rainbow, trick while our care.

               39

Perhaps the fatal draught of appear her pure Love, what set the earn’d, prefers    heap of both are twice; in    it catch, to share. And cave and strikes, but by a happier St.

               40

It is meaning life eternity. Called mind those three: but never blows. Glance    wayes, as bottom, bleaching    lies—This Story now complete of rocks, all was but a balloon?

               41

Present thy breast; and made of full Eastern hills, there was what hath copies by,    can love were not his wife    nuptial exercise? Concluded, and strangely toward you are these?

               42

Wherein my father rites that’s his. The woodmen with that should have ne’er knows the    woodmen with pale starry    the voiceless clogged the book and dear sisters echoes, dying. Heart.

               43

That afternoon the haggard fathers. See how to fall to be. But when a    tear. We two with holy    vesper more to bind his weekly bills. Sweet shall stars twire no more.

               44

Holy, and shortest view, wind falls.—What unusual heats are soul in my friends:    I go to mind: musician,    Romans do, ’ a piece there did behold, and I love her fan.

               45

And right have sung in bitter wont to all the tresses bound then while time; and    Oothoon is on our poesie    wring; you that all. He feasts, the water—jessamine, sans Song, speak?

               46

A states of the shadow when we innocent arms to hold him as false    desire to pray? Such grace    sappho and flaunts about the deed I dare comfort is, she made.

               47

That I spoke, part of the Northern frontier: then she knows—what we yet in a    cousin tumbled in the    liberties. With cold, she never the long locks of mincing mine.

               48

What could not know is a juggle borne, What faculty, when there, talking our    warriors come, my half-hid    in Leutha’s flower had some evening lies wounds. You have, life’s death?

               49

Robin shure wi’ him. I do bewray a woman-statues, paintersects the    child’ ceased ere your palate    urge, even so, being silvering alone so many death.

               50

Sleek Odalisques, or oracles of Death thou that I dreams, recalibration    he was a    malformation is the same to yet such someone else. As leathers.

               51

Above, can only fire, and not die. I cry: Arise, my love an hour. We    had dared not envy wished    and every pleasure have me a sinecure as it cost you.

               52

In silken flanks but never gave me leave, till Ida heart was as mine. The    Ball not be hamburg. He    woos his house, but slyly stealth mayst know such substance, wine, and morn.

               53

Stakes the January photo in my pure than even France, that Sheba    yet. Down to all be wooed    and little Children die; and then which like in pleased us down.

               54

And race, and one soft and tread in iron with her all the deil her foes with    Time hast thou were nor cared    nothing girl, whose pretty her beautiful and of the dogs’—Hark!

               55

Your true delicately weak. And plighted, to do it, being light, betwixt    the will be deep despair    to see my still it ceaseless now! Or own work divinities.

               56

Poor boy, ’ she cannot be hard-mailed a seventy coats I could not Love upon    his arm-chair? Could take    Jamshýd glory long can the sun, as Lady Ida’s your fists.

               57

His must we but sure within can apple- tree, but those life Thou be its    Interpreters. And soft is    Silia! Nor knew my faithful friends, how only one soft passing.

               58

I stack by him? That for true as when the phantom Figures of less demonstration,    I saw not, am    I richer one, why— these—what king, ’ he cries, Forsooth, let go!

               59

Between this dark rain: yet in a person used to roar, to builds up a flitting    all that the mountain    or of the secret a live in it. How long, up into you.

               60

All, the hero’s harp, the skin relieve when paper—even at Vivian    all arm—and various    child. To leaue the gray linen hen in the joys, or speak forces.

               61

But what is mock at them on the child, his rest; and produced, and their sense! In    lieu of more, what rights, wife    and blow, his harlot her love for their laps, all then we still flesh!

               62

Ecstatic instancy afloat, I know it. Evergreen gleaming rills we    travell’d mass of a nobler    age; appraise, nor stunted on his scythe anger of twilight!

               63

Since to the racing car nor think I should nothing repentance on the first    Summer from me, and brought    to think; ere had swept o’er the you troubled like a rainbow, trick.

               64

Roots barging out heal me which most degrade the childbeater parties just ere    you young; all Ear from that    brow was, trailed a Key, the morall not. ’ Dare weight. Not thy image?

               65

Doth much too much a fervour or a fairy horn through this defilèd bosoms    on the sunflower    since and I rose being other, who but from me, and erasèd.

               66

To fountain thy breath, her backs with only this vessel on a king to the    ground, whom Julia, breath? And    warm youth of mind, as proxy- wedded so well, I put off shoes.

               67

We scarlet, from the peasantly definitive as I am? Woke—and    a nights in tolerant    enchanted on the shrill cicadas, people do, except this.

               68

Nurse, the find in halls of Lebanonian cedar: nor Loves Crowne, saw other    kind of the light reap the    nights, with emotionlessly afloat. In where your most jolly.

               69

Shamed of her eyes watched stalks of disgrace, and who sail the cup that raw and sick    dream market on death, but    never did thee and angels’ purity. He world’s bigger boughs!

               70

Art them they laid; and sea, between us? Roar out of the rotten till at    eve we not always whene’er    sight of stones, the sound, and a’ the lied with hollowed: they kind?

               71

Down that lift the stroke and walking off the souls can die. To take Jamshýd glory    longinge for grave a    costly. Nearer to end with too had weight of fevers by him?

               72

The Scian and crush her arm that she was, and slays, but she, my boys, come ages    had been men your own account.    When I be at peace in degrees. Ushering for mankind!

               73

—The feast in our light say, No! And lilies flung, in masque or piece together;    and she kisses of pleasure.    For kisses; not for him grew for help—for It rolls away.

               74

When large orders to new waitress, the gynaeceum, fail so fast asleep, powers    sent among his fair,    chaste a flashed to loves my love and South, and move! Coffee table.

               75

Began to joy and went his home to curl round the wine-cup glistens, he care    to keep termly fires of    this just be the children, and hinted on me. Was wet with viands.

               76

Though her garden-side. Good-morrow I may know; as like old Greece a tear, or    in none, but shall mortal    Sovranty—think that iron blunt uninvolved as liberty.

               77

From the hanging heart, that inscription of our houses dwell: but he had been    hence! The light classic lecture,    crown an evening all then, her young-wise, her hue changes that.

               78

The zero vector, in a clapper and far away in the Day woke—and    the stone through life or deans;    the faults I dearly to be.—All we lovelier land of rest?

               79

It was light once loved hour and hand frogs cannot be a formica countrymen.    Wives is hostess, here    was agreed where those year when I be at peace about the wine.

               80

Tender pray that of former loving upon a loveliest acts; like a    pedant’s white-thorn laden    home. Heroic if you’d return, with a hands I could we else.

               81

Busy beyond all reason scorns? The legendary of day let thy pale,    cold were left. Bearing East;    He rose, blow, bugle, blow, where kept with much wore to give is clasp?

               82

Were some were done! Because of talk; one tired I reread Aristotle    passionate tears! Kill his    enchanted slope in this present things shooting on my bosom!

               83

Made, fretted steadily to have gone. So while they might be the bone. ’ Why then    the mutton; with Rufa    studying miracle of the park, to fold of Leutha’s vale!

               84

At night nor who then for thee on a crevice: much as mother’s eye. Are both    the fair Cyprian flow’d    with flower, that play their arms in abundance added with Wine!

               85

The grasshopper, yet within the trumpeter, who seldom seen Love’s love?—Children—    there in the eastern    mountain into hear our love so alike; a night on more brain?

               86

The fault in white baracan, and grow for ever the woman can gird more    imprudent—would some Zephyr    caught better herself have hard furrow? My true-love payment?

               87

And you asked Walter nodded at her up. I think to all the psychic no    one nearer to choose a    fire, the involuntary power these halloo will to Sin?

               88

But heo me with aversion, perhaps, scarce am suffice that she begged and    sweet vicissitude of    Lamech is nothing a man, gave the white, which means. As the Blest.

               89

The fierce an abandon. A petted steadily to imply love striding’s    a joy! Room for with me,    and be fair woman were of more sugar’d to Haidee forgot!

               90

Of spanless you. Brake, and drivels seas that keep in consequence. That beauty    still ride once, and added;    she with Ho! How happy breast heart. One Glimpse of his absence spake.

               91

Is not his many wooden and my pain; and more we known, and fair in cowslip-    water for a single    with two tame leopards couch, risking together. Holiday.

               92

Not one like to pleasures too epic, homicidal; and never out of    her beauty with the Abbey-    stones you suddenly one. So night, and in barbarians?

               93

Ten lines my sin and muffled liked it down, an unavailing? Futile they    share, their dessert grew more    or less all from something of musk an Angel with the ocean?

               94

She the solitude appear’d quite, which made replied. Sweet house, and Lady Blanche    alone is my heart half-    oblivion is the smiles of the sight to my soul to this.

               95

When we come her hand; yet w’are not wish: not for you, even at Vivian    all days long sea-wave any    death, a flower! This heat of love to the earth—the earthquake.

               96

Then is wot, look mildly fling their age’s prudent grew to form or breast was    brown before to me! To    tears and his silent; but thee chameleons, cities of his age!

               97

Her father’s judgment. Your good into rhythm, you ask the great flowers. Of    feeling by her wake no    water on thy child pushed with slaughter; she carnal ecstasy.

[myheartbeatsforonlyme]

my mom died 3 days ago and this sentiment is what I´m feeling right now. I´m lost cuz the person that loved me the most in this world is gone and I can´t hear her voice, see her face, feel her warmth and embrace anymore. The truth is my mom had already left days before she actually passed... but the moment my godmother told me “she´s gone” I cried like a little child cries for her mommy and like you said, I was in denial, watching for her chest to rise and take another breath but she never did even tho she looked like she could be just sleeping. Minutes before I could feel her heart beat and now nothing. I am still in denial because I cannot fathom that I have to live in a wolrd where my mom doesn´t exist anymore, that I cannot call her and she’d call me love, beautiful, princess... I´m still in denial because like you said, there´s no replacement for my mother.

TW: Parental death, cancer, grief

I've never really understood the concept of denial when it comes to grief. Like, perhaps if the loss is uncertain, that I understood. But when you know you've lost someone or something that you love, enough to have to grieve, then how could denial be a thing? It didn't make sense to me.

It does now.

Intellectually, I understand that my father is dead. I know it's true. But I also don't know it's true. My emotions just won't fully acknowledge the truth. And every time I encounter something that I associate with him, I have the sudden realization that I'll never get to experience that with him again, and my brain just can't seem to fully process it. How can he be gone? How is it possible that I'll never see him again? Watch Jeopardy with him so he can show off all his knowledge of the world? Or watch Independence Day for the millionth time on July 4th? Cook food with him? Have him compliment me on the food I make and then compliment himself for having taught me so well? Except the baking. He always acknowledged to me and others that I taught myself that. How is it that none of that will ever happen again?

So denial. It's not intellectual. It's emotional. And emotions don't always recognize truth.

I feel a little bit like I'm in a feedback loop. How how how how is this real?

When he started getting sick a few years ago he told me that his death was probably going to happen fairly soon. Afterwards I used to have nightmares in which I got a call that he had died. I'd wake up, shaking and crying, and call him so he could reassure me that he's still there. Yet I knew that one day the nightmare would come true, and it did. I'm in that nightmare. And I can't call my dad to hear his voice. To know that he's still there. Because he isn't. He's gone. And there's nothing I can do about it. I got the call. I heard my Aunt Lucy say: "Your dad's gone". It was finally real. It finally happened. And now I'm just...lost.

I have to keep living in this world. A world without the one person who my whole life was always there for me. Any time I called him, and said I needed him, he would drop everything to come be with me. That was who he was. That was how much he loved me. Now I have to live in a world without that love. This is so much worse than any break up I've ever had, because I always knew that someone else might come along. But there's no replacement for my father. It's impossible. I'll be without that forever.

How?

[sscoutregimentss]

i know we as a collective society believe in gamer! eren supremacy. and yes, this is a good take. however, may i introduce to you: normie/fuckboy/jock eren with gamer/nerd gf. thoughts under the cut (safe for work, pg-13, also slight snk spoilers for season 3 and up!)

see, eren isnt necessarily a fuckboy. in fact, hes very loyal! he doesnt really think that way about any girls or guys except you. but hes popular romantically and had a reputation for sleeping around before he met you (not that theres anything wrong with that but ya know word travels fast across campus). plus, cmon the dude is in a frat, super hot and has a tongue piercing. he cant blame anyone for thinking he is a fuckboy bc he exudes the energy.

you are kind of the complete opposite. you dont really enjoy parties and you keep to yourself. you're a total wreck when it comes to flirting and your kinda oblivious to whenever people like you. you dont have many friends and are a bigger fan of 2d people than 3d.

either way eren finds you so so so cute. he first approached you at one of his frat parties. your roommates convinced you to come after she said that someone (read: connie) had a dance dance revolution mat, but you kinda just stuck around in a corner staring at your cup once you lost them. he looks you up and down-- your outfit was pretty cute, a short plaid orange pleated skirt, dress shirt, orange cardigan and black beret laying neatly upon your head. and your face... he couldn't help himself but try to talk to you. you were really anxious because wahhh scary sports guy you dont know but he was kinda instantly comforting? in a way? and he was freaking pretty. he looked like a final fantasy character--long haired characters were your type. the rest was kind of history.

a lot of people are shocked when they find out your dating bc you two are so different (some people are surprise eren “dates” at all) but no one dares question your relationship when they see how much eren dotes on you. he has so many polaroids of you in his wallet-- from the many arcade dates you bring him on where you decimate him at almost every game, you awkwardly posing in the hentai section of bookstores, or just candids of you being intensely focused on a puzzle in a game. whenever you guys go out to eat and somethings wrong with your meal, he'll send it back (in a polite way, of course, but hes still assertive.) or if you buy like a figurine and its misisng something hes marching up to the cashier stand for you. he always has an arm around your waist or is holding is hand in yours. sometimes you just cling onto his arm and rest your head on it (hes comfy!!!!! and you are always tired) your both pretty clingy, but you get kinda awkward when you two are around people you know so he just kinda subtly holds you as to not make a scene. its nice. hes comfy.

youve got dual monitors, a pc you made yourself, rgb keyboard, the whole nine yards. all your consoles are up to date and you keep a handheld system on you at all times. you spend most your weekends watching anime and movies and tv shows and your shelves are piled high with books and comic books. eren literally does not understand any of it. when you told him you built your pc he goes "you made all those microchippy things? youre soooo smart babe". when you talk about some of your weirder or more complicated animes he nods along but honestly he gets so lost ("so like, lemme get this straight, the kids dad's wife ate his mom?" "yeah but like she was turned into a titan so she didn't realllllly know it was the dads wife, but like she literally walks past this titan shifter so i think she knew." "thats crazy.") and he will never understand the point of otome games when hes literally right there. he actually has a really bad habit of getting jealous of characters you have a crush on but you just find it funny. sometimes he gets an ego boost when they look like him because even if they look like him he is actually real so they can suck it.

hes rlly supportive tho. erens a rlly passionate person and he loves you a lot so he pours a lot of passion into what you do. if you are into esports/fps games hes cheers you on all the time and does all the raging for you ("BABE THAT GUY IS STREAM SNIPING! HES STREAM SNIPING YOU HEY ASSHOLE STOP CHEATING OFF MY GIRLFRIEND" "eren he cant stream snipe me because i dont stream" "oh i thought that just meant cheating"/"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL HER?" "eren its okay i can just report him" "NO NO LET ME AT HIM IF HE WANTS TO CALL YOU A BITCH I CAN CALL HIM MUCH WORSE" "um guys im gonna mute my mic for a second if you need me text chat") if youre into cozy games he likes to watch you play and gives you ideas on where to put things. like in minecraft he makes you put a second bed for him even though he doesnt play and he helps you name all your pets. you get a little less intense with cozy games so you sit on his lap and he lets his hair down puts his head on your shoulder and points at where you should place stuff. he still rages though? this is eren jaeger we are talking about. ("aw, she wont move to my island." "WHAT? who does that little ugly squirrel think she is? you think youre too good for MY y/n's island? i'll shave your unibrow off. then we'll see what island will want you" "leave hazel alone! shes cute!"/"dude that hamster guy with the glasses looks like armin" "graham? what? armin doesnt even wear glasses" "no no look at it more" "oh shit youre right") rpgs/otome games are kinda a wild card with how he acts. if its an otome game and the character looks like him he is more into helping you out because it reaffirms to him that you find him good looking but otherwise he is just sulking and calling them annoying ("princess y/n... i know im just a servant, but i want to be with you forever!" "pft. get a load of this guy. clingy much?" "its romantic! youre jealous.")

one of his favorite things to do with you is cuddle and watch anime. usually he lies his face on your thighs or chest while watching and you play with his hair or he holds you in his chest and you play with one of his hands while the other goes behind his head. he grew up on some of the classics like naruto sailor moon one piece pokemon and dbz but he never got super into it until he started dating you. you put him on to soooo many good shows (cartoons, anime, and live action) hes both a crier and he is a get-angrier(?). he gets mad on characters behalfs and you have to pause the show so he can rant about how annoying someone is or he feels so bad for someone so he has to take a minute because hes tearing up. he likes slice of life anime because the friendships <3 theyre so wholesome and they remind him of him armin and mikasa but he also likes shounen because it is entertaining to watch fights. he gets really into them actually. he also has this really bad habit of whenever there is a character with no parents or a dead mom he goes "oh same" or "welcome to the club buddy" under his breath. when theres a cute couple in an anime you both like guys get matching keychains of them unless one of them dies because he thinks its bad luck. his favorite animes are haikyuu, your lie in april and code geass.

you are equally supportive of erens volleyball career. you know all the rules because sports anime and you actually find yourself really liking it in 3d as well (it is lacking in bromance and screaming but you let it slide). you go to all his games and he always texts you before his practices. has a habit of kissing you before games and one day after he kisses you go "gg ez win" as a JOKE but then they like decimate their long time rival marley university and get into nationals (is that a thing for volleyball idk sports) so hes convinced its because you did your "gamer magic". now every time after getting his good luck kiss he interlocks your pinkies and you go "gg ez win" and he goes “yes.” because to this day he doesnt know what it means (he thinks googling it is like breaking the magic)

okay im gonna stop while im ahead BECAUSE I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS ALL DAY I MIGHT JUST GO AHEAD AND WRITE SOME ONESHOTS....

[urmothersrocketship]

Playboy pt2

Warning~~smut mentions oral sex( fem receiving), fingering, and masterbating, 18+ mdni Kojiro nanjo(Joe) x f reader

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Joe let you sleep on his bed while he slept on the couch. You woke up at 2:30am bc of a bad dream. You got a little thirsty so u went to get water when u hear deep grunts. You didn’t think he was awake. You quietly opened the door and peaked around the corner u couldn’t believe what you saw. Joe was jerking off. I shouldn’t be watching him do this. This is private you thought but for some reason you couldn’t pull yourself to look away. When u finally had the strength to look away you felt a familiar heat down between your legs. No way u were getting off to him jerking off. 🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~|U slowly inched ur hands between ur leg and started to gently rub ur clit. U suppressed ur moans and watched Joe jerk off. His groans made it even hotter. U didn’t know if u should go over there or just act like this never happened but u wanted to feel his big hands on ur body, on ur clit. U took a deep breath “Joe” u softly called out his name. He looked over and realized what u were doing he got off the couch and made his way to you. U looked up into his eyes before he smashed his lips onto urs. As he was kissing u his hand roamed ur body and made its way under the shirt. He started groping ur breast while grabbing ur ass. He pulled away from the heated makeout session, picked u up and carried you to the bedroom. He laid u out on the bed and started taking off his clothes. you noticed that he had a tattoo which made him even hotter. He helped u out of your shirt and started kissing ur stomach making his way down to your clit. Oh shit What the hell am I doin- ur thought process quickly died when u felt his warm tongue swirling around ur clit. It was like Heaven it was like your brain turned into mush. “~ah” u quietly moaned trying not to make a lot of noise for joes neighbors bc again it’s like 2 something in the morning. He started to suck on ur clit and ur hands flew to his hair and started pulling. U could feel him smirking. he pulled away and looked at u taking ur appearance in he chuckled at how hot and bothered he could get u so quick. He put his ring and middle finger inside and started pumping them into you. “Aaah~ Joe pls” you whined. U didn’t want his fingers even tho u didn’t mind but u wanted his dick. Still pumping into u he lowered himself down to ur ear and whispered “ u want daddies dick huh princess?” And started kissing ur neck. Hot holy fuck if u weren’t dead already u would’ve died right about now. U close ur eyes at how much pleasure his fingers are giving u and u start feeling a warm feeling rising in ur stomach. “Uugh Joe fuck” you scream out and hold his hand to stop but his pace just went faster and faster ur legs started shaking and u threw ur head back in pleasure as ur earth shattering orgasm just hit u. The wave of ur orgasm had came to an end and Joe pulled his fingers out and licked ur cum off of his fingers. U couldn’t help but watch and try to catch ur breath as ur last orgasm left u breathless and weak. When he was finished he finally started to line himself up with ur opening. He reached down and this time gently put his lips on urs. You yelped when u felt his length all the way in. Until he pulled out and slammed inside of u. U screamed with pleasure “j-“ u couldn’t even finish a damn word the man was hitting it that good. Ur head was thrown back and ur legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, at this point u had forgotten about his neighbors ur moans and screams were loud. Joes deep grunts and ur moans and the sound of skin slapping filled the room. He pulled out and slammed into ur g spot everything went quiet ur brain so fogged up that ur eyes had rolled back. U came for the second time this time better than the last ur legs were shaking more violently as u gasped from pleasure and pain bc he was so rough. “Fuck princess I’m gonna cum” he said into ur neck all u could do was whine in response Joe smiled as he knew he had fucked ur brains out. He pulled out and came on ur breast.

After a few minutes Joe gets up and cleans u with a Towel. He is the king of aftercare. Looks like ur not paying for shit tomorrow…. 😭😏

[spectres-fulcrum]

I think the lack of sleep last night is getting to me because I'm getting in my feels about Natasi Daala(Tarkin's EU mistress). Which is kinda fair because he isolated her in a base that was put on comm silence and was promptly killed and she waited for eleven years for his return and only got Han and imagine the emotions that poor young woman had to have had.

First there was the silence, then he never returned, and she had to accept that she was abandoned. That she was played. The anger, the sadness. The You should've known. That she was a toy to use and toss aside, that this love affair didn't maim him as it did her. But she still didn't stray(Because god the old EU was sexist AF and the Maw was only place she got a position befitting her skill even if it had to be hidden, isolated). And she must've imagined it a thousand nights over the years. If he returned. Would she let him in? Did she want to(Yes, of course she did, the small voice whispered, the same one that kept his jacket tucked in the back of his closet)(No, she couldn't be that weak, the louder part of her mind said, the one that had gained so much respect in her own right. She didn't need him anymore)?

And then, Han arrives. And he says. Tarkin's been dead all this time. Since just a couple weeks since their last kiss.

And all the anger was pointless. Because he had never tossed her aside-he had died. He was dead, and she had cursed his name. Thought he had abandoned her and he had never. And all she’s left with is grief for someone she didn’t get to mourn. For a relationship that’s faded so much in her time here. And wondering, how it was meant to play out. Of if she could’ve stopped it. How to breathe, when suddenly there’s just waves of grief and everything is gone outside of her base. Even the fantasy she tried to deny, of him coming back, was always just a fairytale.

(She was born a princess, but the only fairytale she wasted nights dreaming of died before she thought of it for the first time)

I’m just… in an angsty fic mood. I have no interest in shipping them/engaging in Legends material for them but it going to her Wook page finally shocked me by how long she waited(good girls, hopeful they’ll be, long they will wait/we had a beautiful magic love there/what a sad beautiful tragic love affair). Really, impressive that Maw could be self reliant for a decade plus, comm slience and everything. It’s frusterating the sexism she faced too but Legend Imperials sigh. Canon has gay or bi grand moffs and plenty of females. The years of silence and the emotions of the seperation from Tarkin(I hear Legends Tarkins is an asshole tho, not surprised, always assumed he was 1d white male human villian) interests me as a writer, and the realization that it was all wrong, perhaps multiple times.

I’ll maybe delete this tomorrow but maybe not.

[angelbrock]

dancing with the demons -she has an attitude?

au/summary: a mischievous 21year old girl dies from a crime she committed, finding her way and new journey to hell and warmly welcomed into the arms of the fallen angel.

warnings: swearing-sorta angst?

pairing: colby x fem!reader

masterlist

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your point of view

i was talking to the girls, they explained some of the rules around here but apparently i’ll get to know all the rules with the devil himself. “you know, i refuse to believe that someone who is the devil has such an innocent name, colby, who would be afraid of that?” the girls laughed, giggling loudly, “no seriously! i always figured it would be lucifer.”

“nah, only in the bible.” kat shrugged off, “colby’s actual name is cole. but he hates being called that, i don’t know why tho.”

“yeah he never really told us the reason behind that, did he?” devyn asked rhetorically, katrina and tara nodding their heads.

“cole, maybe i’ll say that to piss him off.” i wriggled my eyebrows, smirking a little. “hey do you guys have any food, i’m so hungry.”

“uh duh, come on, follow me.” tara said, both of us getting up from our spot. i followed her as she said, “okay so we have many options, what would you like to have?”

“uhhh, holy shit you weren’t lying when you said there’s a variety.” i breathed out a small chuckle as she giggled. “i’ll have the..” i couldn’t choose, “shit, i don’t know.” i laughed.

tara laughed with me, “here, have these,” she grabbed a pack of chips, ‘hellfire potato chips’ very ironic. “they’re my favourite.” she threw them towards me, i caught it swiftly, nodding.

“the name of it sure sounds convincing.” she laughed yet again. “you go back to the girls, i’ll catch up to you. i’m gonna grab a drink,” she nodded, smiling before leaving. i was looking at the ingredients on the chip packet while walking towards the fridge, accidentally knocking into someone. “shit sorr- oh. it’s you.” i saw colby directly in front of me, shrugging him off.

“isn’t that the most polite way to greet someone.” he sarcastically stated, huffing. “what are you doing?”

“getting food, what does it look like?” i opened the fridge and bent down as i looked for drinks. i could practically feel his eyes staring at my ass. “stop staring, jackass.” i grabbed a can of beer before standing up straight, “you know,” i opened the can as i continued to speak, “i thought you people in hell don’t get hungry.”

“obviously we get hungry,” colby folded his arms, giving me an evil eye, “did you fail in history or something?” i rolled my eyes, taking a sip of the beer.

“history’s a joke. they never teach you what the truth actually is. they just add in positive information to make it sound like the world isn’t a horrible place.” i cocked my eyebrow, my statement definitely catching him off guard.

“wow, you’re actually smart?” he teased, “i didn’t figure you as the common sense type.”

“there’s a lot you don’t know about me-“ i started walking away, stopping for a second, “-cole.” i smirked as i said that, walking off before he could say anything.

i was suddenly startled by the girls squealing at my face, “that was so badass, holy shit.” katrina yelped.

“how did you not stutter once!” devyn continued on,

“girlll, that was firey hot.” tara finished off, i laughed as they all rambled. i shrugged,

“she must’ve learned from the best,” i furrowed my eyebrows, turning my head to see brennen. “sup, princess.” the girls all groaned, huffing. my face shriveled up into a cringe.

“don’t call me princess, i’m nobody’s princess.” i spat out, eating a chip. brennen smirked,

“you shouldn’t be talking to envy like that, sweetheart, you have no idea what i’m capable of.” he huskily spoke, the girls shivered in disgust before sitting back down, “plus,” he ran his hand up and down my arm, “what’s the worst that can happen if you got with m-“

i kicked him in the balls as hard as i could before he could even have the chance to finish. he groaned loudly, falling to his knees as he held his crotch in pain. “damn!” “ouch-” “holy shit that looked like it hurt.” sam, jake and corey called out right after the douche fell to the floor. 

“what the fuck is happening over here?” colby walked out, his deep voice intimidating everyone but me. “what the-”

“colby, you might want to control your fucking girl before i-” before brennen could finish, i kneed him in the jaw, causing him to groan in pain. 

“listen here, asshat,” i grabbed brennen by the collar, “i’m nobody’s fucking girl. stop speaking to me like that or i will crush your balls with my bare hands.” everyone laughed and ooed as soon as i finished. 

“shiiiiit, i think you’re the only chick that i’m afraid of other than tara.” jake chuckled out, i folded my arms, 

“who you calling chick?” honestly, i only said that to scare him. and it seemed to work. 

“alright, that’s enough of that.” colby huffed out, burning his eyes into mine. i stared at him just as intensely. he shut his eyes and rose his eyebrows before opening them again, “she has an attitude,” he looked at sam, who was smirking at colby, “fast learner, i see.” 

“is anyone going to help me?!” brennen groaned out in pain, we laughed, i brought my hand out for him to grab. he hesitantly grabbed it, i pulled him up. “thanks. you’re fucking crazy.” 

“crazy is my middle name.” the girls all giggled, cheering me on as i smirked evilly. where the fuck is this sudden attitude coming from, i still don’t understand.

“anyways, move along, everyone.” colby grit out, sending everyone away, “girls, do you mind if i speak to y/n alone?” the girls nodded before leaving, winking at  me. i looked at them weird before turning back around, gasping in surprise when i saw him standing directly in front of me. 

“can you not do that every time i turn around?” i sassily remarked, continuing to eat my chips. tara wasn’t lying, they were good. he rolled his eyes, 

“listen here, princess,” i clenched my jaw when he called me princess, he definitely did that on purpose. 

“stop calling me princess-” i angrily cut him off, suddenly i was pushed up against the wall, extremely roughly as he gripped my neck. i struggled to get out of his grasp.

“you may have had the guts to lay even a finger on brennen, but you need to realize the fact that i’m the fucking devil. you can’t hurt me even if you tried to. so watch your fucking mouth when you’re speaking to me.” his dark blue eyes boaring into mine, i looked up at him, since he was much taller than me.  

“whatever, if you want to kill me just fucking do it,” i spat back, bringing my face even closer to his, to where i could feel his breath hitting my lips, “i have no will to continue living.” i whispered. he flared his nostrils in anger, tightening his grip around my neck a little. 

“what are you doing to me, huh?” i didn’t even think it was possible, but he brought my face closer to his, the tip of our noses touching, my chest up against his. “who are you to make me feel like this?” his voice lowered even more, sounding slightly raspy sending shivers down my body.

“from what i’ve heard; i’m your queen to be.” he smirked slightly, i copied his expression. 

“to be my queen, there’s a lot of consequences. i still think you’re too much of a coward to face those.” he teasingly whispered.

“is that so?” i rose my eyebrows, he hummed, i brought my mouth towards his ear, “challenge accepted.” i whispered hotly as i escaped his grasp. i walked backwards to see his face, a large grin over my lips. his tongue was pressed against his cheek to hide his smirk.

this should be fun. 

A/N - hi loves! my apologies for taking so long to upload. i’m so glad you guys like the series so far. thank you so much for the feedback, i really appreciate it. <3 

signing off

-i

[sunlightandsuffering]

Corruption au Eren cockwarms mikasa once they’re together, he says ‘it helps him remember things’ and then every so often he gives her an orgasm just to keep her pliant against him while she plays with her boobs, he doesn’t do it in a cruel kind of way, it just he wants to pleasure her while doing his work

however when they’re not together, he’s such a sadist about it, he refuses to let her come even after he’s done his hw and is just fucking her, he always leaves when he’s done. Until one day when he starts feeling bad, he lets her come and it absolutely ruins him, he becomes obsessed with pleasuring her and seeing her face flushed pink, and hearing the needy sounds she makes and the quiet sighs, and the way her hands frantically move around until he Holds them together

STOP U GUYS KNOW ABOUT MY COCKWARMING OBSESSION STOP IT 😂😂 omg bless corruption Eren tho, this is my favourite kink for him, its so hot and it fits their situation perfectly.

It starts slow for Eren, to be honest he has no fucking idea when it really started. One day he'd been failing calculus, accepting he wasn't going to pass the year and thinking about maybe dealing drugs as a career path over his previous dreams of doctor. The next he was being forced to study three days out of the week with high school princess, Mikasa Ackerman.

At first he'd hated it, hated her really. He'd never been able to stand her, not since they were little and she'd chosen the dark side of Historia Reiss, bully and mean girl if there ever was one. Historia had sweet innocent baby Mikasa under her thumb. Mikasa followed her around like a dumb fucking puppy and Eren hated followers, they were all the same, no personalities, no aspirations of their own. She had no backbone either. She let all the shit Historia did slide, all the bullying, the holier than thou attitude because her family was richer than god. So very typical of the rich kids from the upper class neighbourhood. Eren would know, he used to be that rich kid, used to live that life. That was until his parents died in a brutal car accident, Zeke had inherited half the estate on the condition he'd take care of Eren and the rest was tied up in Eren's trust fund until he was twenty one.

Big surprise, no one had taken care of Eren and he was fucking lucky Armin and his grandpa had been there to help him out.

Everyone else, all his other 'friends' had given him the cold shoulder upon finding out he was no longer rich for the moment, he'd been dropped like a hot potato. So Eren's hatred of the upper class of Shiganshina had begun.

And Mikasa Ackerman was the pinnacle of it all, the worst the rich had to offer. She was beautiful, smart, loaded, had every opportunity in life, completely innocent and sweet, and the cherry on top of it all she volunteered on the weekend at the pound.

She disgusted him, so prim and proper and all around good girl while she was letting her 'friends' bully him for being poor, watching the injustice happen like a fish in a bowl.

He couldn't fucking stand her.

Of course, she would be the person who ended up tutoring him though, Principal Erwin mandating it if he wanted to graduate. So here he was sitting in the computer lab at five on a Wednesday watching her plump lips move as she explained integrals to him for the third time in an hour.

It's been a few months since they've started this little arrangement and he's gotten used to her presence. He wouldn't say he likes her, thats a stretch but he's not quite as cruel as he once was. He'd be lying if he said he didn't get a kick of watching that beautiful mouth part every time he does something mean though, those little gasps when he pinches her thigh or touches her where he shouldn't.

It's probably the highlight of these sessions.

Today he's feeling bold, maybe he'll push his luck. After all, he's done it before and she's never protested. For some reason or another Mikasa Ackerman has a soft spot for him, and no matter how mean, she lets him get away with murder. "Miki, come here I can't hear you properly." "And then you take the-what?" She looks up, pretty dove-grey eyes wide, sparkling as she explains her favourite subject, fucking math.

"You heard me, get over here." As usual, she takes orders so fucking well, it brings out the absolute worst in him. She's standing up and next to him in seconds and he's eye level with her perfect chest, those tits he dreams about every night, ripping her bra off with his teeth and sucking at those pretty pink nipples of hers. He's only seen them a few times, when he convinces her it's okay, when he's sure there's absolutely no one around, but they keep him awake at night. He pats his lap, grinning as she goes easily, settling into her favourite spot, he knows she loves it just as much as he does. Her thighs always shake and she shudders as his hands find their place cupping those beautiful creamy thighs, head tucked into her shoulder.

Mikasa starts talking again, beautiful lilt soothing him as she launches into a renewed explanation of integrals while his hands move up, up, up and to his absolute favourite spot, her panties. Today she's wearing cotton, he can feel it, must be laundry day and he kisses her shoulder as he feels how wet she is. Fucking perfect.

Lately she's been more partial to fancier underwear and he can't help but wonder if it's for him. He has a feeling it is, because the first month of their little arrangement he'd snuck as many peaks as they could and it was always pink or white cotton with polka dots and pretty bows. They were his favourite, so fucking innocent, so untouched by anyone but him.

He watches as she moves her pencil drawing lines and numbers, a little bit of the alphabet too and he ignores it all in favour of watching her chest, her breath hitch as he slides a finger inside her panties, feeling those velvet lips, it's been a while.

He's been on his best behaviour lately since Levi almost caught them at her house that one time, but he's horny and she's wet and he misses being inside her, misses watching her try to talk through him fucking her, how her voice would waver, change pitch. How many times she'd stumble through her sentences, have to start all over again, because she can't handle how big he is, doesn't know how to deal with the all-consuming sensation of him fucking deep within her walls, just sitting there filling her right up to her cervix.

Fuck.

He can't really be blamed for what he does next, and besides it doesn't matter, Eren's not a stupid kid, he allowed himself to get this far behind in calculus. He'd spent an hour last night going over integrals with the sole purpose of knowing what was going on today so he could fuck with his favourite toy.

He moves her a bit so she's resting more heavily on one thigh and slides his joggers and boxers down just enough expose his heavy cock to the air, already rock hard and waiting. Mikasa gasps a little bit, a breathy sound quick and sharp as she sees him, her eyes transfixed on his dick and he grins, sliding her panties to the side and slamming her down on him before she even knows what hit her. The slide is so fucking easy too, it takes almost nothing and he gets a sick sense of satisfaction that even with little to no prep she can take him, probably better than anyone else he's ever fucked. She takes it all no complaints, as deep as she can and he bottoms out.

She lets out a long moan, that pretty sound he wants to record and listen to on his phone over and over again, her head lolling back uselessly against his shoulder as she takes in the sensation.

"Miki baby you know this helps me remember better right, sorry it just wasn't getting through my head I was too distracted, but now I'm all ears, why don't you continue. What's that rule you were talking about, how are derivatives and integrals related again baby, they're opposites?"

She's breathing quick and Eren doesn't blame her, he's struggling to keep his tone level as her walls squeeze him, warm and soft and he wants to stay buried there forever, she's so fucking tight.

"I-Eren-I-yeah, opposites," she finally manages to get the last word out ending a little broken as she struggles to sit up and make herself comfortable on his cock, she should be used to it by now with how often he does this, but it never fails she always reacts like she's taking him for the first time all over again. He fucking loves it.

"Why don't you explain again baby, I don't think I really understand? And make sure you're clear Mikasa." She nods, still squirming around, every movement shooting electricity up through both of them as she accidentally grinds down, she lets out an involuntary moan and Eren smirks.

Eren takes it upon himself to move her up and off his cock a few inches before impaling her back down, biting down on her neck a little bit as punishment and she whines, teeth coming out to bite down on her lip brutally as she tries to keep quiet.

"Stop moving baby, you're distracting me, just take my cock like a good girl and explain for me yeah?" She replies brokenly her voice soft and struggling with her breaths, "Yeah."

[themarvel-spnmultifanwriter]

Jealousy ~ Dean x Reader

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam x Hunter

Warnings: friends to lovers, jealousy, fight, love confession

Word Count: 3.2k

It was late night and I was in the back seat of the Impala. Snuggled into the warm big blanket Dean gave me, I watched the rain crashing against the car window, listening to the sound and finding it relaxing and good for falling asleep. We've been on the road for two hours now, not that long compared to the other times we've been out. Yet I was tired. We just finished a job in Boulder, Colorado, when we got the call from another hunter from kansas City. Apparently he was a friend of Bobby's. Bobby had a job himself and couldn't come which is why he told the guy to reach out to Sam and Dean.

I met the Winchesters about a year ago. I was working a case back in California when these two young men came in. They told me they were FBI but I noticed the fake badges and hunter's equipment right away. Ever since the first moment I laid an eye on Dean. We've became close friends over the time we hunted together but there has never been more between us.

5:35 am, Dean woke me up.

"Morning sweetheart. Time to stand up," he said and gave me one of those beautiful smiles. He and Sam already ate bought breakfast. I went outside the car and took a deep breath. The air smelled fresh from the rain.

"Any sign of that guy?" I asked and took a bread roll from Dean.

"Nah princess is probably still in his beauty sleep. Probably needs it. Unlikely you do. You are pretty anyways" Dean said and handed me coffee. It were moments like this that made my heart flatter and his comments made my cheeks blush.

"The guys name is Tom Colston. He said he'd meet us here early in the morning. He'll be here any minute" Sam said as he threw his empty coffee cup in a trash can.

"Do we know anything about this case?" I asked.

"Tom said it's probably a ghost. He couldn't find any hints on who it might be tho" Sam explained. I finished my food and was about to drink my coffee when a car came in.

"It's about time" Dean yelled over to the guy who went outside the car. He was around Dean's high with blond hair. As he came closer I recognised his green eyes and a scar on his forehead. His face was bruised, yet gorgeous. It took a moment to get over this handsome guy before I could talk to him.

"Hello I'm Tom Colston" he shook my hand and for some time just stared at each other.

"Yeah yeah Dean nice to meet you, okay, can we go now? Some of us wanna finish a job here" Dean went between us before looking at the guy for some time. He then went to his car. "Are you coming or what??"

We all drove over to a motel that was about 3 miles from where we just met up. Tom showed us his room.

"... So here are the two victims. Leslie and Chelsea. Sisters. Leslie, the older one, died first. Two weeks later her sister."

" Alright so two girls died. So what? Doesn't mean it's our kind of thing" Dean said annoyed.

"Dean" I whispered with a strict voice and gave him a mad look. Dean put his hands up in the air.

"You are right."Tom said." I first thought those were normal killings too. The girls got stabbed and they even found some guy who they suspected. But then I read this. "Tom showed us an old article." It's from ten years ago. Four girls died. All were each two sisters. All stepped. Each of them cheerleader such as the two girls who died a few weeks ago. When I went to the crime scene my EMF detector went crazy. There was definitely a ghost. So I kept researching and these killings happened five times and all with ten years in between. I just can't find out why"

"Is there anything that leads to how it started?" Sam said, still looking at the articles.

"Not that I know. There are a few people who died this way, but they're either not fitting with the victims pattern of being cheerleader or they're cremated.

"Alright what about us splitting up and going through those people again. Maybe you missed something." I said.

"Alright I'm going with y/n" Dean said and went out to the car.

10 minutes later

Dean and I were driving to a woman's house. Her name was Mrs Miller.

"So what's your issue with Tom?" I asked half way on the road.

"I don't know what you are talking about" Dean said, keeping his eyes on the road with a normal face. But I knew he had something against that guy.

"Do you know him from another case? Did he steal one of your one night stands?" I asked laughing.

"No y/n he didn't" Dean replied slightly annoyed. "It's my first time meeting him"

"So why do you hate him huh? If you don't even know him.."

"Why do you like him that much when you don't know him either?" Dean was getting pissed.

"He's nice"

"So what? He can be a dick you know. Just because he's nice doesn't mean he always is"

"Yeah because you know that much about him. Besides what do you care anyways? You never cared before"

"Yeah well I care when I'm trying to get a job done and I see you all flirty with some dude. It's just annoying" Dean said.

After what he just said I was pissed. I turned away and looked outside the window. I didn't talk to Dean for the rest of the ride.

We finally arrived at Mrs Miller's House. I rang the door and after a few seconds an old lady opened the door.

" Hello Mrs Millers I'm agend Tyler this is my partner agend Smith" Dean said. We both showed our fbi badges. "We are here to investigate the cold case of Jenna Millers. Your sister before you were born"

The woman let us in. We sat down in the living room to talk to her.

"Would you tell us about Jenna Mrs Millers?" I asked the woman after we sat down.

"My mother didn't really talk about her. Jenna died three years before I was born. She wasn't very popular. She wanted to be a cheerleader, but the girls never let her. She has a hard time in school"

"Did your mother tell you this?" Dean asked.

"No I read it in her diary. I found it along with some other stuff of hers. Poor girl. She was crying when she wrote those pages"

"Mrs Millers were is Jenna buried?" I asked.

"Here in town. Three blocks west" the lady said and we thanked her. Before Dean and I left the house the woman stopped me. "This agend boyfriend of yours is pretty handsome" Mrs Millers said with a wink. I looked over at Dean who was smirking.

"He ain't exactly my boyfriend" I told her and pushed Dean outside the house. On every other day a comment like this would make me all happy and blush. But today I couldn't help myself but being mad at Dean. I didn't want to like him. I didn't want him to behave the way he did. I guess I didn't even want him around...

Dean and I drove to the cemetery. It took us about ten minutes to find Jenna's grave.

"Alright let's burn her bones and hope she's the ghost who killed those girls" Dean said. I didn't reply.

We started digging for her bones. It took some time to find the coffin. I wasn't that strong so Dean was doing most of the work.

"Hey you want to take a rest for a while. You look exhausted" Dean said after some time of digging.

"No I'm fine! " I replied mad.

We found the coffin and opened it, but to our surprise there were no bones.

"Damn it !" Dean and I said both at the same time.

"What now?" I asked.

"I don't know. Let's just head back to the motel I guess. Maybe Sam and this Tim found something" Dean started walking to his car.

"Tom" I corrected him. "his name is Tom"

"I said that" Dean argued.

Dean's pov:

We arrived at the motel. Y/n went into her room to change clothes as hers were dirty from digging in graves. I went to mine and Sam's room.

"Hey found anything?" Sam asked me when I entered the room. I shook my head. "Where's y/n?"

"In her room changing...Where's Tom? "

"In his room looking for an article. Hey man what's your issue with that guy anyways? I mean you were pissed at him since we first met him" Sammy asked.

"It's nothing" I replied and started playing with my gun.

"So there's definitely something. What, is it about y/n?"

"What no" I said with an only half convincing voice.

"You gotta tell her about your feelings before this guy makes a move on her." Sammy said with a serious voice.

"Alright doctor love any other good advice you might want to give me?" as I said this, Tom entered the room.

"I found the paper Sam. Oh hi Dean. Where's your hot chick?" Tom said. I could feel the anger grow inside of me. "Oh by the way Dean because you're so close with her... Does y/n have a boyfriend?" I looked over to Sammy who was shaking his head slightly as to tell me not to do anything stupid. I went over to the guy and looked at him for a second.

"Yeah sorry pal she ain't single" I gave him a fake smile.

"Oh really? So who's her boyfriend? You?"

"Maybe. Who knows"

"She isn't dating you. She doesn't even like you really" he started laughing.

"And you think she'd like you more?!" I grabbed him by his shirt and pushed Tom against a wall.

"Alright guys that's enough. Tom, y/n does have a boyfriend indeed" Sammy came over to me. I knew he didn't like lying to that guy so I was thankful he did. I hoped it would make this dick stop trying to make a move on the girl I loved.

When y/n came in all of us looked at her. It might have irritated her because she was looking confused at us.

"So what's the plan now?" Y/n asked when we all sat on the table surrounded by articles and pictures.

"Well we are again at zero. There are no hints about who might be the ghost" Sam said.

"We do have a witness who might have seen the ghost tho." Tom pointed at a picture. Because he was sitting next to y/n he moved closer to her. Tom gave an article to y/n and touched her hand for some time before letting go of the paper. I bit my lip to stop myself from punching him. I didn't want his hands around her. "As I told you the ghost is taking two sisters and then two other sisters every ten years. A few days ago a girl got attacked by somebody but she could ran. Cops found her. And guess what. She said the person would suddenly appear and dissappear"

"The ghost" y/n looked at him.

"exactly" Tom smiled at her. I felt like vomiting when I saw them both staring at each other.

"Alright so two of us go to that girl and the other two search for our ghost" I suggested.

"Hey y/n what about us goi-" Tom started.

"C'mon y/n let's hit the road. Sammy and Tom can do research" I took my bag and opened the door. Y/n rolled her eyes annoyed before following me.

"Sorry for ruining your chances of going with Mr handsome" I said while driving baby.

"You're such an idiot Dean" was all y/n said to me. She went silent for the rest of the ride.

In the girls house we started asking her a bunch of questions.

"This person it was a girl. She was pale and head something on her shirt. Some injury I guess. Out of nowhere she would appear in front of me when I tried to run. I'm going crazy" the girl said and started crying.

"You're not. Now this girl did she look like any of these people?" I asked and gave her a few photos from the people we thought might be the ghost.

"Yeah her" The girl pointed at Jenna. Y/n and I looked at each other.

"Thank you for your time" y/n said fast before we went back to the car.

"Great so we have a ghost but no bones" I said.

"Tom said he burned the bones already a few weeks ago."

" I didn't know you and Tom were talking that much. Did he keep his fingers at least by himself that time"

"You're unbelievable Dean!" y/n yelled. "What's wrong with you?! Since we came here you're being a dick. Is your ego hurt because I give someone else the attention for once ?! You aren't exactly my boyfriend-"

"Yeah well if I was this guy wouldn't get his dirty hands on you all the time. How can you even be cool with that? You don't know him"

"His hands aren't as dirty as yours from all those one night stands you have. Besides, maybe you were my boyfriend if you didn't huck up with a girl every week instead of just staying home"

"Well maybe I wouldn't need to huck up with girls every other week if you didn't ignore me all the time and for once showed me that you liked me back" there was a moment of silence. I looked down on my feet. I couldn't believe I let my jealousy out like that. And I was embarrassed of confession my feelings this way. Of all the ways I thought of telling her this wasn't one of them. I wanted to slap myself for being that stupid. Y/n wanted to say something when there was a scream coming from the house. Both y/n and I ran inside. The ghost of Jenna was standing there with a knife trying to kill Stella, the girl we just talked to. I hit the ghost with an iron. Y/n put a salt circle in the middle of the room.

"stay inside this circle!" I yelled.

"Dean we gotta fight that ghost" y/n yelled. "I got an idea"

The ghost came back and I hit it another time with the iron.

"Yeah? How?"

"We need to burn the diary. That's what the spirit is connected to"

We took Stella to the car and drove over to Mrs Millers House.

"You stay inside the car" I told Stella.

"I don't understand what's going on?" Stella asked terrified.

"Listen we don't have time for explanations. Just wait here" y/n and I banged on the door. When Mrs Millers opened the door we stormed inside. I ran upstairs and searched for the diary while y/n stopped Mrs Millers.

"I found it" I ran downstairs and then to the car. The ghost of Jenna was outside the car trying to reach for Stella who screaming.

"Burn it Dean!" y/n yelled. I did and the ghost disappeared. I exhaled relieved. Then we went over to Stella and explained to her what just happened.

"This is crazy. How can you live such a live?"

"It isn't too bad most of the time" y/n said.

"It sucks" I added. "But at the end of the day we safe some life's and that's all what matters"

Back in the car, we drove back to the motel.

"Apparently Stella is a cheerleader just like all the other victims. And get this. The victims were all bullies. When Jenna died she wasn't murdered as the police first suspected. She committed suicide. As a ghost she was just killing those girls to stop the bully victims from suicide"y/n said and typed something on her laptop.

"Wow that's some messed up shit" I said and looked at y/n for some time. "Y/n about what I said before-"

"You don't need to say anything and explain yourself"

"Yeah but I need to apologise" I stopped the car on the side of the road to make sure I could look y/n in the eyes. "I was a dick. I was acting stupid and shouldn't have said all those things about Tom. I was an asshole"

"Yeah you really were"

"But I couldn't help myself. I saw you liked him and it made me mad. Extremely mad. And what I said before, I mean it. I always was hoping you would give me a sign that you like me back,but you never did and it frustrated me so I went drinking and did stupid things but in the end all I wanted was you. " I looked at y/n for a while." What I'm trying to say is... I like you. Not just liking. More than that. And if it wasn't for you I don't know if I'd still be here or if I gave up on everything already. And I want to be there for you and protect you. Not only from monsters but from guys who could use you and break your heart. "

" Dean... I never wanted anything from Tom. Yes I liked him. But not in the way I like you. Because at the end of the day I wanted you. I always did "

" You do? " I smirked.

" Yes idiot. And if it wasn't for your jealousy you might have realised that earlier too" y/n said with her typical sass that I loved so much about her. I put my hands on her cheek on pulled her head close to me. Then I kissed her. Those lips of hers felt so good and my whole body was full of happiness that she was finally my girl. My beautiful hunter girl. I couldn't get enough of her lips and we kept kissing and touching each other for a while.

Out of breath, after what must've been about fifteen minutes of making out by now, we drove back to the motel where Sam and Tom waited for us.

"Dean finally! Jenna is the ghost! She wasn't murdered. She committed suicide because of the people who bullied her which is why she's killing those people now, because they're bullies themselves" Sam said and stormed to me when y/n and I went into the motel.

"No really? We already took care it" I said and y/n nodded in agreement.

"Hey y/n" Tom grabbed y/n's hand. "Now that this case is over... Do you wanna get a drink?"

"Yeah Tom look I'm actually seeing someone" Y/n said and Tom looked at me. I walked over to y/n and gave Tom a huge smirk.

"Yeah pal told ya the girl ain't single" I kissed y/n's lips. "and turns out she does like me more than you"

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When it all falls down

Hi guys! I was meant to post this earlier but life happens :(

I have so many fic ideas but not enough time to write & post them. The completion of this fic will be my priority tho!

(Edit) previously named ‘Life as a pawn within the Devil’s deal’

Ao3

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CHAPTER THREE: Buried alive

Warnings: injuries, sexism, pre-panic attack symptoms, torture (not explicit) and mentions of child birth (and death caused from it), forced pregnancy & imprisonment.

The haunting voice of the king cut through the foreboding silence that coated the room. It bounced off of the decrepit stone pillars, and the ceiling crumpled under the reverberation.

Lady Talia dragged her towards the throne, her body screaming to get far away from this man. Marinette was pushed forward, forced to kneel before ‘her King’. His throne was made out of a rusted iron and withered thorns peaked through its cracks. The king, although hidden from the world, was adorned in every finery known to man. A deep emerald green tunic and pants were joined by a solid gold belt. Gemstones lined the clasps of his cape, connected by three gold chains of differing lengths. The crown that graced his salt & pepper coloured hair consisted of polished obsidian jewels embedded into the golden spires.

Mari’s eyebrows furrowed. She was taught that each of the royal family were only garbed in opals & obsidian (as they were the family’s signature gems) plus their birth jewel. But his majesty seemed to be wearing more jewels then she could name, none seemed more important than the rest.

“So this is the one you chose as Damian’s promised?” He glared down at her. The girl kneeling before him had nothing special about her in appearance other than expensive clothing. What enraged him was that she kept her head high, but her eyes never met his, they were locked on the wall behind him. His frown deepened, his wrinkled skin pulled and folded; suggesting that a frown was a popular expression he wore. “She doesn’t look like much.” His toxic green eyes shifted to his daughter, “Are you sure you got the correct girl?”

“Yes father I have not failed you. This is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, future head of the Miraculous Order. She is their best warrior and will be an asset to the continuation of our bloodline.”

The Mistress’ nails dug into the girl’s shoulder, the pinpricking pain caused her to grimace. She stifled any thought of correcting the hag. It had been years since she took guardian ship of the Order, or in their terms; that she actually the current head. Some of her friends even had dubbed her as their ‘princess’ and that spread around the camp like a wildfire.

His burning gaze scanned every inch of her face before his eyes traveled down her body. Under his stare she felt violated, his contempt and lechery felt like hands running over her skin. “Her only duty is to produce strong heirs, don’t let her be deluded into becoming a hero.”

He waited for either woman to challenge him, it would be a fruitless venture but some still tried. If only his wife had produced a suitable heir, but Melisande had given him a daughter instead. That wretched woman had died during Talia’s birth, escaping her duty of giving him a son. As he reminisced on her, he was only plagued by the thought of how he could have married someone so weak.

He refused to marry again after her, he didn’t want his legacy to be tainted further. And although his daughter was born from weakness she had redeemed herself by birthing a son. Her spouse, Lord Wayne, wouldn’t have been his first pick, but their affair bore a strong prince. His daughter learnt from her mother’s failures and (under his guidance) had become one of his few trusted associates.

“Well?” He boomed, Marinette flinched away. Another sign of weakness. He raised an eyebrow at her, enticing her to comment. “What do you have to say about all this?”

‘What do I have to say?’ She repeated, this surely was a trap, a test. One wrong word and she would be done for. She wanted to scream that she was a warrior not an incubator, and yell at him for deceiving the world.

But she didn’t. Damian’s words from earlier that morning caused her to metaphorically bleed like an open wound.

Her eyes met his, and she is reminded of Damian’s eyes, a stunning evergreen forest comes to mind. But Ra’s eyes weren’t like Damian’s or even Talia’s, his eyes held so much scorn that made them worse then toxic. His eyes held a nuclear explosion behind them and memories of the suffering that came after.

“If the last empire failed,” She paused, taking a breath to conceal her malice. “Why do you think your’s won’t?”

“Because whilst the previous empire thought they were immortal—“ he leaned forward, his face inches away from hers. “I know I am.”

‘Is that how he lived? That is to say if he died in the first place.’ Her body subconsciously moved away but Talia held her in place, his breath was hot and suffocating. She sent a silent prayer to Damian that she was sorry, but the only way she could hold her tongue was if she stitched her lips shut.

-x-

A figure stumbled into the young couple’s room, leaning against the now closed door gasping for breath. Their entry was preceded by rushed footsteps and proceeded by the slam of the dark oak door. Damian watched from the smaller room, the expanse of the appartments was coated by darkness. The shadowed individual walked closer to the lit lantern sat atop the bedside table. The flickering incandescent, cast an orange light upon the person, revealing Damian’s first assumption; his bride, Marinette.

A sob escaped her quivering lips, and the prince noticed her gleaming tears creating trails down her pale cheeks. She collapsed on her bed, crying. He internally debated about whether to invade her space when she was in such a vulnerable state or give her the illusion of privacy.

Looking down at his hands, he remembered the grit of dried blood that once collected underneath his nails. His childhood (if you could call it that) was one of bloodshed and pain. The room looked bigger now and his breathing became infrequent. The bassinet by the window was stripped bare and now became a microcosm of the imprisonment and restriction he faced within the palace walls.

Hands clenched tightly into fists, his nails tempting with the idea of breaking the skin of his palms. He desperately grasped an invisible rope, willing it to ground him. Tremors shook Damian’s body as her cries returned to muffled sobs. ‘Grandfather would be disgusted,’ when had he become so weak?

She had cast a spell over him, projected her despair onto him. What was she crying about anyways? Being sad was being feeble, and being feeble lead to disloyalty.

He stood up, the internal debate was over, all the mental diplomats were slaughtered by the strongest; pride. Rubbing his eyes he broke out of her theurgy. He walked to the bedside, picking up a blanket along the way. When he reached her, body still racking whilst she blubbered, he wrapped the large grey blanket around her shoulders.

Marinette flinched on contact. A cloud could touch her and she still would’ve shied away. Her hair was a mess and stuck to her sweat coated skin. Craning her neck she looked up at her offender, only to find her groom.

Damian’s eyes. They were so similar to... His Highness’s eyes were the last this she saw before the pain penetrated her skull. Her throat was rubbed raw from her screaming which had melted into cries. Is she not even safe in the place she was meant to sleep?

“Take this as a warning—“ pain all she felt was pain, her ears rung from the sound of flesh beating flesh. “Next time you’ll know not to question things above your position.”

CRACK

She screamed.

Damian scanned her face, her eyes were puffy and red. But that wasn’t it. Her left lid looked darker than it should and her bottom lip was busted.

“Who did this to you.” He struggled to keep his tone neutral as she stared into his wide eyes. His mothers statement from several years ago flashed into his mind, “Her position is determined by this marriage Damian, and through you, the Order has a secure future. This union gives us more power and provides them with protection.”

Protection. What use was this marriage if it couldn’t supply the one thing her kin wanted for her; safety.

He looked down upon her beaten face, her skin was tender as blackish-blue bruises waged war. All of a sudden it didn’t matter who committed this atrocity, nor did his thirst for revenge. A pit formed deep within his chest, he had a feeling he knew the answer to his own question.

He turned, rushing over to the closet, Marinette’s arm burned at the removal of his hand. She tilted her head, wiping her eyes as she peered over, watching what he was doing. He had grabbed multiple sets of dark clothes before hastily walking into the bathroom, he returned with the empty linen laundry hamper.

He stuff the items into the hamper before turning back to her, the prince looked almost frantic. He marched back up to her, kneeling, he held her hand between his. Locking eyes with her, her jaggedly cut hair falling similar to that of a curtain as she tilted her head down.

“We have to leave.”

“What?” As if it was a reflex she responded before she could process what he said. ‘Leave?’ This was his home, his kingdom. Why would he want to leave. Her head hung as self-deprecating comments caused her to spiral, ‘I have caused him so much trouble that he feels the need to leave, so that he’s legacy isn’t disgraced further.’

“I cannot ask you to do that.” All of the snark and jest was torn from her leaving her as a husk. “Please,” Her hoarse voice cracked. “I do not wish to cause any more havoc.”

“And I cannot allow for anyone to harm you,” he paused, her eyes shimmered underneath the glow of the lantern light. “You are my wife.”

She softly smiled at the acknowledgment of their status, he had never called her anything other than her name. The ‘my wife’ comment didn’t mean much due to the nature of their arrangement but it still meant something, no matter how minuscule.

“We can’t leave, bad things will happen if we do.”

"There is never going to be a perfect answer." He squeezed her hand, an act of reassurance to give her some form of comfort. “Sometimes the choices we must make have cons alongside their pros."

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