#whatever right wing hole hes fallen into

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Beggars can't be choosers (8)

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Decepticons & Reader(GN), Megatron & Reader(GN)

You find an "automatic" tank busted in the middle of the night, and as the good millitar Mechanic that you are, you fix it.

Or, the Decepticons don't have a trained doctor(yet), and you just volunteered as a substitute by their leaders' logic and standards

"On three, one- two- PULLLLLL" with all your strength and Frenzys' combined, you two make an absurd amount of effort to pull the stop sign from Lazerbeaks wing

The avian minicon being held down by Ravage as he struggles to get away from the painfully friction the action causes himself. From de distance you hear discussion, louder and louder, you ignore it, your focus on your patient

"Come onnn" Frenzy struggles, if even a cybertronian is finding this hard, you can't even feel an inch being pulled by you, but that's ok, you are most worried by the absurd amount of energon leaking from the birds wing

"Just a little more!" You had broken out the sign from the metal pole, the minicon struggles, screams like a dinosaur echoing in the base, Ravage whines but keeps still, rubbing her muzzle in the avian neck

With a last screeching pop the worst was over, the metal spear is gone, leaving only the leaking energon wund, you immediately dive in with tubes and duct tape in hand "Ravage don't let him go, Frenzy put that thing away and bring me more tubes!"

The hole is too small for you to enter, but you manage to saw out the damaged parts, Lazerbeak tries to react, but the pain is too much, he is getting weak, you don't stop. Mending the tubes Frenzy gives you with the ones in your hand, you cut them too small, you stopped the leaking, finally being able to breathe "Give me that cloth, Ravage you can let go now"

Tentatively, the feline minicon releases the metal bird, he slumps in the bloodied ground, engines running high, with Frenzys help you clean Lazerbeak, finnaly being able to look at the damage, wires teared apart, metal bended all wrong, it would be so much work, but you could make him fly again, if given the proper time

You size the energon tubes correctly, joining them anew and carefully now, having to open the caccettecons' wing for better access, like his boss, he too was easy to open, you find the joint point of the busted wires and change it all, with the makeshift rubber gloves you made, ignoring the bites you feel of electricity in your hands and arms, too focused to care

At some point, Frenzy left, probably having to carry on his duties, Ravage, however, didn't. She stays put, looking at your work, and at her compatinion, ever the loyal guard

This change of pace in the base was nothing new, but this is the worst case you've seen yet. They had a plan, you knew that from how many times Megatron left base, whatever they were working on probably went wrong, and Lazerbeak paid the price

You had heard the commotion before seeing it, Megatrons shouting commands, an eletric sound being heard faintly in the background, then Rumble and Frenzy busted the medical wing open, Ravage right behind them, carring a bleeding Lazerbeak

Rumble looked like a truck has run him over, Ravage was scratched and dented, nothing critical, so the bird was your priority, working on him too most of your day, luckily today is Sunday, no militar work for you thankfully

Finally, everything is in place and checked, Lazerbeak has fallen into recharge, Ravege nested beside him, you can breathe without worry, falling in your pile of cloths you tipe in your phone notes upon notes

Since gaining the "doctor" title, you have been taking notes on Cybertronian biology, with help of Megatrons' late visits, it's constantly being fed new improvements and information, you read again and gain the pages upon pages, checking if you had forgotten something, opening a new document you add a new chapter for Lazerbeak, noting the diference between him and the other caccettes but also their semelhances, you are slowly understanding the basic components and mapping of a Cybertronian

When Soundwave appears, he doesn't look criticaly wunded, but you are sure he has seen better days. He moves to the avian and feline minicon, petting both gently

"He won't be able to transform for a while" you inform, getting closer to the three of them "I had to change the busted parts for human spares, give him at least two months so his body can absorve the new material in itself, then he will be able to enter caccette mode gain, hopefully, flight however... I don't know the status of, it is best to rest for a week before attempting to test it"

The spy comander nods, picking up the avian minicon gently, leaving with Ravage by his side... what a way to start your day, focusing your ears you don't pick up anymore sounds, maybe the discussion died down... perhaps even enough for you to ask for a special permission from lord Megatron to let you back home to pick your things... after all, you aren't gonna go back there to normality for a long while

......................

"SEE?! THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE DON'T PLAN AN AMBUSH!" Starscream screams in frustration, walking in circles at Megatrons office, thriving in being right and now having the opportunity to say the delicious I told you so "I warned you! I did! But did you listen?! Nooooo, it was supposed to be a decoy base anyway, so why not use it to its fullest! But you IGNORED MY WARNINGS ONCE AGAIN-"

"Explode that place so that YOU COULD DETONATE ME IN IT?!" Megatron slams his fist in the table "I AM NO FOOL STARSCREAM I KNOW YOUR GAMES"

"AND YET YOU DO NOTHING TO CHANGE THIS PRIMUS FORSAKEN WAR- IF I WAS IN CHARGE WE WOULD'VE ALREADY WON!"

"THEN BE IN CHARGE!" the silver tyrant throwns datapads at the seeker "SEE IF I HELP YOU THEN! SEE IF YOU SURVIVE RUNING THIS CREW WITHOUT ME YOU IMBECILE! SEE IF I CARE!"

The mech storms out, his canon still jammed from the blasts upon blasts he had to fire, eyes shining red, fury running in his servos, if he wasn't so desperate for soldiers he would've killed the seeker, he would, this time he would put an end to this chared, there is no concil and no political play he could pull here in the battle field to prove his utility anymore

But oh, he couldn't, it would not be satisfying enough, nor the best decision at the moment, they are so close to finish their base, so close to contacting home... he misses cybertron, he misses his berth, the oil baths, the luxuries of a ruler, and Primus- he is even starting to miss the infuriating political play he has to pull with the upper class of his sponsors

Why couldn't he have just shot their spaceship into oblivion? Why insist in making Prime an example? Why can't he just let this stupid rivalry die already? HE HAS WON! HE IS THE TYRANT OF THE NEW ERA OF METAL REIN, HE IS THE ONE TRUE RULLER OF CYBERTRON, HE IS THE ONE WORKING TO BRING BACK THE ENERGY THEIR PLANET AND PEOPLE NEED TO SURVIVE, HE... is so tired

He needs space, anywhere, just not here, anywhere is better than here... then, he spots you, looking around, seeking something, and upon meeting his optics, your eyebrows rise up in surprise, not expecting to see him there, then tentatively, he sees your uncertainty, rising your arm to him, as way of calling for him "Megatron sir! A word... please?"

He looks at you, always afraid, as you should be of corse, he is no friendly face to anyone, much less an organic, but exhaustion is taking its tool on him, making him slow and easily furious, there is no possible way you don't see it in his face plate, and yet you persist in , foolishness, bravery or inexistence of self-preservation, he can not tell, but you better be ready to pay the price

"Is it important?"

"For my stay here, yes"

He groans, having nothing better to do, better saying, purposefully ignoring his responsibilities for a moment, he enters the medical wing "speak"

"I request permission to go back home, sir, if only to pack my things and mark presence in the area so others may not notice my absence and the authorities get involved"

He rolls your words in his processors, it was mere superfluous things, he could deny you, you had proved to be able to handle yourself with what you had now, so why bother? However... you are a well behaved human, better than that wanna be scientist they had to kidnap yesterday, mere a student with an ego so big it could swallow the sun, his memory of the energy plans as useful as nothing

And as a bonus, he did want to get away from a bit, didn't he... you were either the most fortunate being he has met in this planet or the most misfourtuous one

"Permision granted" he sees you jump in surprise, at least you knew to keep your hopes low just in case, clever of you "pick your locomotion engine, meet me outside, quickly, this must be time of a shift exchange"

"Thank you sir! I- wait meet you?"

"Who do you think will be your company?" The look of surprise and confusion in your fleshy face makes the silver tank chuckle, rendering you mute he walks away

.....................

The rattle of metal around you brings back a strange sense of nostalgia, who would think you would be inside the silver tank again, but this time in a more... amicable situation

Leaning in your seat, closing your eyes, letting the warmth of the place, and it's white noise take you to a half sleep state. In the depths of your mind, you wonder how you are supposed to stay in his view... after all, normal people don't go grocery shopping on tanks... you should have used your uniform. At least you had a plausible cover, then again, you could be reported, and everything goes to shit...

You also plan in this mean time, your scheme... it is one at the eyes of the other after all, with the decepticons for spare parts is temporary, all schemes at the end of the day are, you have seen superiors fall for less, the question is how far can you take this without blowing yourself and their cover, two months? A year? How long would this last... you didn't had strong connections to keep this up for the tried and true three years run you have become so familiar in your job with

You didn't have a location to pinpoint them to, nor names that actually mean anything for human burocracy, it would be at the end of the day only you to fall, the most probable lie would be to say you have been selling the stolen parts for extra cash, but then how does that explain them being lifted by jets, of all things, to wich places you sell, who buys them, greed is just the easy answer that you could use, but the rest, to actually sell out the lie, no, you had to find someone, something, anything, to shift the blame to... and thanks to Reflector, you had three

It would be hard, it would be imposibly annoying, but necessary, you needed someone else to take the eventual fall of your smuggling scheme, and one of the three was the perfect candidate, you just had to convince one of the caccettes to do you some favors, some tasks, some odd emails while you where filmed in one place and her close to your office, an edit there, a typo here, you could make it, but only if you had help, and isn't that an scary thought, actively helping the ones keeping you hostage

You have been doing a good job going with the flown of the decepticons, but you are constantly aware that they do not respect you at all. You are a last second resource, one spendable resource, you aren't the only mechanic in the world, nor in the region, you knew people better than you in every aspect of your own being, and you knew, they too had their own better option, just not here

Home, Cybertron, they are obviously trying to go back, and contact was the next step, a communication tower, from Frenzys visits, that are probably just a human-keeper watch duty you suspect, he is working on the tower and computers conections, with the scraps human technology has as well as pieces they can locate of their broken ships, in no more than a week you are sure their base will be completed, and perhaps at the same time the communication tower

You frown, opening your eyes, looking at the purple hued metal ceiling, closing your fist in what you can only assume a reflexive way of holding your emotions at bay, the second they can contact home, it will probably be a matter of days until you are no longer usefully to them... then what will be of you?

A pet? You are practically it already to them. If it wasn't your skills as a mechanic, you would be nothing but a bug

But do cybertronians have pets already? Then you would be probably less than it

A slave? Oh absolutely, you don't need to question what will happen to earth the second the cybertronian empire gets here

But you are the first human they have that actualy serves them... no, you wouldn't be given special treatment, that's not how the decepticons... Megatron, is, your usefulness is your only way to stay alive, if you are useless, then you are nothing

But how can you even become more useful than that...? And that's the key, isn't it... you can't

You can't become more useful, you can't be more than human, more than nothing, you can't invent something that couldn't be mass-produced and ten times better in cybertron, you can't comand an army, not with your size or posture, you are no leader, no lavarage to humanity, you are nobody...

To anyone else and to them... you are nobody... and that's what you'll ever be, won't it?

You could try to escape, couldn't you? Warn the army, find these autobots they so much hate, perhaps the other faction even likes humans, who knows, they could keep you safe... but could they?

You doubt Soundwave doesn't know everything there is about you already, they knows where you work, where you live, who you knew, who you know, you expenses, and probably even your bank account you doubt they don't

In a blink of an eye, you could lose... everything, if you aren't successful in escaping, then you could die, you are disposable to them, you are sure of it, and if you succeed... if you warn the army you probably will be deemed crazy until a public atack and you would have to survive until then, if you find the autobots you won't be able to leave their care, exchanging a prison to another... another... with far less freedom

It is still a small mystery to you how casual the deceptcon leader is about letting you leave the base, even if with a guard by your side... perhaps they are just that confident in their destructive skills to even worry about you running away, they don't even have a cell for you for fucks sake, you could just walk away in the desert while a shift change in the main hagar

Sure, Soundwave would probably know you left, or even Reflector, there are cameras around besides the minicon, you bet your money on it, they may be over confident but not that stupid... you think. Then again from what you know the autobot base doesn't have a damn door, and that's how Lazerbeak can get so much intell in one single day at once

You are screwd, that's it, the only possible way to get off of this mess and keep your life intact is to not even get involved in the first place. You sigh, letting your body slide down the seat and contempt washes over you, day after day then, that's how you will keep going, when you get there, and you know you will, you can only wish for them to find you amusing enough to not be killed

"Something on your mind?" Megatron asks, breaking the silence of this trip for the first time

"Many things..." you answer "nothing worth your time, my lord, human gossip..."

It is not a lie, you are running on gossip to plan things, but you doubt the decepticon leader would be interested in hearing the woes of his captive about how fucked up this whole situation is

"Amuse me then, you are not the only one with too many thoghts in the processor" for a second you fear he can read minds, but that's not it, else he would have laughed of your spiraling mere moments ago already wouldn't he?

"Hm..." and you would benefit from a second opinion on your plan... "there's this... woman, very dedicated she is, very bossy, has been vieing for a chief spot for a while now, but oh the tragedy a nobody took her spot, now without a grasp in power how is she to hide the secret smugglyng of spare parts she has been seeling for an extra cash now?"

"That does not sound like a gossip" you can hear the suspicious tone in his voice

"But it will be next month... hopefully" you bean at the ceiling

"You are planing the downfall of a treat?"

"That is a bonus, I'm planning to pass the blame of my mission to someone else, this way I don't get fired"

"... aren't you crafty" you hear the amusement in his tone "your dedication to the cause is surprising, human"

"I just don't want to get killed and lose the only places I can take a bath in" you answer honestly, there is no point playing the kiss ass when he recognized your human status

He chuckles "wise, and cunning, I may have underestimated your speecies capacity for deception... ha! Who would've thought, me, decieved by autobot naivety"

"How so?" You ask curious, the friendly mood of the silver tyrant a rarity to witness, but he was always an interesting talking partner in the rare occasions he decides to speak in his check-ins at night

"Prime always with his speeches of righteousness and defense of the weak and all that is good" he murmurs spiteful "does not help that their own little human friends are always spating of how good they are... huh... if it weren't for you, I would think self-righteousness was a human trait"

You roll your eyes and buff "they sound insufferable"

"Oh, they are! So much, you have no idea..." then he stops, the shaking of the terrain long changed to a smooth ride then to a soft ground and now "we are here, out you go"

You pick your backpack, now with only essentials, far lighter than it usualy is, and climb out, covering your eyes and slowly getting used to the light of the setting sun, you are in a forest, no diferent than the one Thundercracker leaves you in

You hear the sound of masshift, and the silver tank is now in all his glory of a dictator, for how much he towers over you, the trees are still bigger than him, he leaves your motorcycle gently by the side

"So..." You look at him then around, nervous of the question you are about to ask "how... are you going to... you know... keep an eye on me exactly?"

He smirks, and you hate when he does that because you can feel the shiver of fear running down your spine "watch"

And right before your eyes, you see him get smaller, and smaller, metal folding and folding, joints changing, in himself, into himself, into a...

You run before you can register, one step after the other, not away, but towards the falling silver, black and purple, pistol. Catching it mid air the metal isn't even hot, but the place around you seems hotter than before, in your hands there is Megatron, leader of the decepticons, who apparently has two alt-modes, one being this tinny little human sized gun, you gap at him speechless

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The ride home was surprisingly pleasant, the night had fallen when you finally got to your building. Your companion neatly tucked in your trousers has not said a word after laughing at your initial shock

If you didn't know any better, you'd think he has fallen asleep. He looks like a modified Walther P-38, at a glance pretty real, but if anyone would look closer could mistake him for a toy, the bright purple and the decepticon symbol plastered in his side helps the ilusion, of course no toy or gun vibrates like he does, but you could say the toy is jammed or something, anything to hide the fact that that was just his engine working

You make your way to your apartment, going up the ladders, feeling your body relax as your door comes into view, you missed your home

The door cracks as it always does, the lock jams just as you remember, and you need to force the key a bit more to finaly unlock it, inside it's just as you had left days ago, not one thing out of place

You throw your backpack in the sofa, following it and letting out a heavy sigh, you missed this cranky old thing so much "home..."

You take Megatron out, holding him to the light "where do you wanna stay, this is gonna take a while to pack"

"Anywere I can see you, still on... what do they call this again? Human-keeping duty?" You snort and move to your room, immediately putting your phone on charge and deciding to put on the TV signal in it, news rolling as you pack, leaving the pistol on a stand

You fold and press the necessities first, comfortable clothes, pajamas, light clothes, and especialy warm clothes, from your necessities to recreativety, wich you can't do much but be your laptop and a deck of cards, maybe you can teach Rumble and Frenzy poker, do they have play cards in cybertron you wonder

You backpack was getting heavier and heavier the second, in the news something catches your attention "... the Eletric company will be shutting down town energy tonight after midnight for repairs, be sure to charge your eletronics and prepare candles for today we see the star!"

"Weird" you look at your phone

"Not a comum ocurance?" The tyrant asks, you have the strange feeling that he was scanning your room, even if he has no eyes... can he even see you in this alt-mode?

"Not really... from what I know, the head of that company prefers death over letting one black-out happen, had pride in being the only city to never happen that since his promotion"

"You seem well informed"

"Had to be, worked there for a long while after moving to my curent job"

"... did you now?" You hear rain drops in your window "do you remember the layout of the place?"

"Eh... kinda, the forest part is fucked up, we used to take breaks there and dare who would escale the fence and dare the eletric voltage in it"

"Hm, and do you know how to drive a car?"

"... why?"

"I have a mission for... us"

[sparklystarrrr]

Hi! I saw that your requests are open and that your anime masterlist has "Black butler" so can I request Sebastian and the reader is a fallen angel? I don't really have a plot worked out exactly (sorry), but I was thinking of a reader who fell in love with Sebastian and fell from heaven because of her love for a demon. In the course of whatever events, they broke up and met again in the Green Witch arc.

YAY first Black Butler req!!!! I’ve been watching the new season and it’s TOOOO GOOD

Bassy in the new art style makes me WEAK

Want You Back

Synopsis: Love, as sinful as it may be, is a feeling that can't be helped.

Contains: Sebastian M. x Fem! Fallen Angel! Reader, a touch of romantic angst, LOTS of romantic tension, enemies to lovers perhaps?

It had been years since (y/n) fell. Not only from heaven, but in love. Her wings and heart laid bare and broken to the world. The fallen angel's only direction was to get as far away from England as she could. The young (h/c) haired woman decided to run to the Wolfsschlucht Forest, the village where the Emerald Witch resided. It was a civilization made entirely of young women, built on the belief in the Werewolf. Quite homey to be honest.

All was well in the occult village, until a bunch of English people supposedly arrived in the village. (y/n) wondered how they got into the village knowing the consequences of entering the forest. It was terrifying, but it was home. (Y/n) herself did not need a talisman as she was already a blessed being, making her stand out among the crowd. Especially when there was a human woman of the village who was attacked by the werewolf in turn for not wearing the talisman. She gained a fatal gash on her back and was treated by the Emerald Witch, yet was still unfixed. A woman drenched in a mossy colored cloak proclaimed to the crowd that this was the fault of the Englishmen who barged in.

They all looked normally human besides one snake boy, but there was a tall man amongst them all. An incredibly familiar man. He dawned his dark suit and slightly tousled black hair. His red eyed were piercing. Piercing right into (y/n)’s own (e/c) eyes. She shuddered. A gaping hole grew in her stomach. Sudden unwanted memories began washing up. With that, feelings the fallen angel thought she could never feel again resurfaced in her torn heart. It was none other than Sebastian Michaelis, the cursed demon who stole her heart. She literally ran away to this forest to start a new life without him, what the hell was he doing here?!

As if it couldn't get any worse, poor (y/n) saw him everywhere after that. When her and Hilde, Anna and Grete went to the Emerald Castle to assist Fraur Sullivan, he was there carrying and assisting her?? Didn't he have a young master to be taking care of?? WHERE IS WOLFRAM IN THIS MESS??? (y/n) was utterly confused and distraught. But as an angel, even as a fallen one, she tried her hardest to keep her composed and sweet demeanor up. It was the worst challenge of her life.

As an attendant of Fraur Sullivan, she now unfortunately had to see Sebastian every single place she went. Her feelings only kept resurfacing. The thing is, he was just getting more attractive as the days went on, and it pissed her off to no end... She would even occasionally catch Sebastian's eyes on her. To avoid conflict she just brushed it off and ignored it.

While assisting Sieglinde into her clothes for the day, Sebastian was there. He poured the tea into the small cup with such grace that it was hard to look away. The way the sun sparkled through the dark green curtains of Sieglinde's large bedroom and onto his pale smooth skin was inhumane. It was too enticing. It seems he noticed her wandering eyes, as he smiled at her. "Miss (y/n), you should be assisting Fraur Sullivan, no?" He said in a calm and slightly playful tone. She grimaced at his voice, still as deep and rich as ever. "Of course, Butler." She spoke, her tone dripping in sarcasm that Sebastian chose to ignore-- for the time being of course.

While working in the kitchen to prepare food, he was always right there behind her. He would correct her steps of preparing the food and out do her in performance AND preparation. He looked too angelic and graceful for a demon while simply making food. It pissed her off. This was supposed to be her peaceful home, not somewhere her and her ex would reunite…”(y/n), it appears you’re preparing the food all wrong. Do you require assistance? I’d be more than happy to help.” He spoke in that damn attractive british accent. “No, I’ll do fine. Get off my back Sebastian.” He would simply nod and turn his back to her,”Whatever you say. Stubborn as ever…”

"What was that?" the (h/c) haired angel said, her tone icy cold. The angelic girl had clearly broken from irritation, her softness now brittle. "Oh nothing. Resume your work at once Miss (y/n)."He responded. Even though she couldn't see, he was clearly smirking. It was like he was teasing her. "No, if you're going to say something about me you will say it to my face." All he did was let out a small chuckle and turn to her. “My my, you’ve really not changed have you..” He took a couple steps to her while holding the strongest eye contact she’s ever participated in. Her breath hitched as he lightly twirled a piece of her (h/c) hair between his ungloved fingers. “…Still the same (y/n), not that it’s an issue of course.” She got a glimpse of his sharp fangs poking out from his lips every time a teasing sentence left his mouth, making her remember every place he put his fangs on her… wait… SHE SHOULD NOT BE THINKING ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW!!!

She looked up at him firmly, “Get your hand off me.” Her chest rose and fell from the deep inhaled she took. She didn’t know if it was from her being scared or from thinking such impure thoughts. ”You do not seem to be fighting back,” His smirk grew, ”One could say you’re enjoying this attention, no?” her hands grasped his and pulled him away from her hair. Evidently, not letting go of his hand just yet.”I’m not enjoying it Sebastian.” He cooed at (y/n)’s sharp (e/c) eyes. “You say such things while grasping onto my hand for dear life, ironic now isn’t it?”

(y/n) was practically growling. “Won’t you just go away already? We’re supposed to be making food, not friends…” She said through her teeth and throwing his hand out of hers.

It went on like this for days. He would catch her off guard and sneak up behind her when she least expected it. Every time she'd cook? He's automatically coming up behind her and trying to assist. She's dressing Sieglinde? He's popping in to do her hair and put on her shoes. (y/n) didn't know his motivation behind this, but it sure did tick her off. He was somehow right over her shoulder all the time. Today, the fallen angel had had enough.

She laid out Sieglinde's dress and it's thousands of petticoats, straightening the fabric and retying bows. There was a sudden knock at the door. (y/n) whipped her head around thinking it was the black haired demon, only for it to be Hilde. She sighed in relief... that was instantly short-lived when Sebastian sauntered in with Tanaka behind him. As she woke the young Emerald Witch from her slumber, Hilde was next to (y/n) preparing the corset for the young girl to wear. There was a warm and elegant scent of classic black tea as requested by the small witch. It was comforting and brought up pleasant memories of her time in England. The sounds of Big Ben, the chattering of wealthy women giggling about the latest royal drama, all feeling like a warm embrace. Until memories of him resurfaced.

She choked on air and all eyes were suddenly on her. "(y/n), geht es Ihnen gut?" Hilde said worriedly. (y/n) cleared her throat with a hand on her chest, steadying her breathing."Y-yes Hilde, mir geht es gut." Her (e/c) eyes remained wide at the sudden memories. The angel could barely deny it anymore. She truly did miss him. "Sebastian, give miss (y/n) some tea." Little Sieglinde spoke as Hilde assisted her into her petticoats. "At once, Fraur Sullivan." Her head snapped. How did he suddenly gain a German accent?? She nearly didn’t recognize him…

He stepped towards her with Tanaka trailing behind, a cart with freshly brewed tea and clean tea cups rolled towards her. He gently poured her a cup. The rich smelling steam filled her nostrils. “Tea for you, madame.” Sebastian placed the cup in front of her with a small clank as it hit the table next to her. Her rage got the best of her. She had enough. (y/n) grabbed the hem of the demon’s pristine black suit and dragged him out of the room, leaving the tea to become cold.

She nearly slammed the door behind her as she went out into the dark hallway to talk to Sebastian. “What are you doing here Sebastian.” Her tone was fraying at it’s edges as she attempted to hold on to whatever sanity she had left. “I am in an investigation, accompanying my young master. Why do you ask?” His face was as devoid of his usual smirk. It was straight for once, probably because he felt her slowly about to lose it on him. “Sebastian you know why I’m asking. There’s no reason you should be in Germany out of the blue. Go back to England. I never want to see you again.” Her voice rasped. Her head faced the floor as she spoke.

“I would rather not leave yet. There is more I’d like to stay here for, aside from the investigation.” He said smoothly. She quirked her head up at him as a smirk slid on his face. “Then tell me, what else would you even be here for?” It was almost a demand rather than a question. “I assume you’d like me to be honest, yes? I came here to see how you’d been faring. I caught wind of a fallen angel in this forest on my way to Germany and I became intrigued.” She couldn’t be mad at him for telling the truth, but then again, “Was this your way of coming back for me or something?” The angel muttered.

“You could say that…” His tone was mischievous.”Sebastian just tell me the truth. This may be blunt but I don’t care, do you still care about me?” He froze at her words. It was like she’d ran him into a corner and pinned him there with nowhere to run — not that he would’ve minded that actually happening though…

Their tension was unbearable. They held firm eye contact like it was a staring contest and they were trying to see who’d break first. “I do care (y/n).” He said under his breath. This was one thing he couldn’t bear to say out loud. It was heavy and contained emotions he didn’t think he was capable of. All for an angel. “Then why did you leave? I fell from Heaven for you…” Tears pricked her eyes. Pure emotions filling her up to the brim. It was like her final string to whatever kept her holding back emotions had broken. His breath hitched. “I had to. What I do is not safe and I would rather you stay away from the danger it brings. I am a demon, you’re an angel. We were and still are too different.” He somehow said it like it was so easy. It only made (y/n)’s heart shatter even more.

“But I’m not an angel… I’m fallen, I’m not pure…” She clutched onto his suit jacket with desperation. She was scared to let go, thinking he may disappear if even a finger left his clothes. “Come back…” She exhaled. His hands nearly shook at his sides. His gloved hand rested on her shoulder,”… Please Sebastian…” His hand gripped harder to her shoulder as she spoke against his chest, now dampened with her tears. “We must get rid of this attitude you’ve had with me first, then I may think of accepting that lovely offer.” Sebastian’s voice had a playful and teasing tone in it, making her smile and furrow her brows.”Oh, shut up-“ “(y/n)! Komm wieder rein! Fraur Sullivan needs assisting!” Hilde’s deep voice shouted as she opened the door, just to see you and Sebastian in a… very close embrace. “A-ah! (y/n) you must get back to work!” “Yes yes Hilde, I’m coming!” (y/n) retorted. She grabbed Sebastian’s hand without thinking and dragged them both back into Sieglinde’s room. Sebastian smiled at their hands knit together, knowing damn well he wouldn’t be telling her about it until someone points it out.

(y/n) would be yelling at him for that later…

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The Original Dick (Sinner!Adam x Reder)

CW: Rough blowjob, semi public blowjob, m receiving oral, stalking, reader is a bit craycray Rated: Adult Summary: After repeated encounters with Adam at work, through the hole, you have no choice but to follow him in hopes of finding an organic way to meet again. When you're less of a skilled stalker than you thought, you're faced with the repercussions of your actions.

You knelt on the ground, looking up at Adam. He looked down at you, large black bat wings flexing, a mockery of the angel wings he had once had. It didn’t make you want him any less, though. That’s how you got in this position. 

You had been following him for weeks, wanting him and yet unsure how to approach the first man. 

He had walked into an alleyway and you followed, only to have him round on you. You were far from fast enough to prevent him from getting a fistful of your hair, using it to whip you into the concrete wall of the building. 

The air was knocked from your lungs as you bounced off it, falling to your knees in front of the man you wanted so bad. 

“Why the fuck are you following me?” Adam yelled, pulling his leg back to deliver what would surely be a rib cracking kick only to hesitate as you looked up at him. “It’s you?” 

“I’m- I’m sorry.” You crawled closer to him, not caring that the alley was dirty and wet. 

“Do you have any idea who I am?” Adam pointed to himself with a long, thick finger. 

“You’re Adam,” you answered eagerly, small bat wings twitching behind you. You and him both had bat features. It was a sign, you were sure of it. The stars or the gods or whatever it was that made these decisions fated the two of you to be together. You were sure of it. “You’re the first man.” 

“Exactly.” Adam’s chest puffed out slightly even as the rest of him remained tense, “So why the fuck are you falling me around?” 

“Don’t you- Don’t you remember me?” Carefully, you got one foot on the ground only to have Adam reach out, shoving you back with a large palm to your forehead before you managed to get standing. 

“Bubblegum cunt,” Adam shrugged, as if you meant nothing to him. “From the field. It’s been, fuck, like, a year since then.” 

“But you remember me?” You crawled toward him again, not phased at all by the name he had given you. 

“Yes, I fucking remember you.” Adam ran his hand through his hair, disgusted at the simple notion of being seen as he was, a worthless sinner, by someone who had known him in his glory. “What the fuck do you want?” 

“I-” you hesitated, not sure how to word what you wanted. “I wanted to see you again.” 

“Why?” Adam scoffed. “To laugh at me? To point out how far I’ve fallen?” His voice rose, anger at his situation fueling it. “We’ll I’ve got news for you. I may not still be a winner, but this sinner is still the Original dick.” 

“I know,” you whispered, looking up at him. What would he say if you told him you had wrapped your lips around his dick three times this month? Would he be angry?

“Is that why you’re following me?” Adam worked his belt open, hands moving in a threatening promise. “Want to ride the original dick again?” 

“Yes,” you moved to stand, only to have him knock you on your ass again. 

Wide eyes looked up at him, towering over you as he pulled his cock out. You licked your lips as you watched it grow harder, expanding with every beat of his dead heart. Saliva pooled in your mouth as you eagerly awaited having it inside you. 

“Right here?” You tugged the hem of your skirt higher, letting the fabric graze your upper thighs. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Adam asked as he stroked his cock. “I didn’t say I’d fuck you.”

“What?” Big pink eyes blinked up at him. 

“If you want the Original Dick, you better show me how fucking bad you want it. Make me believe you deserve it.” 

“I-” you shuffled forward on your knees, dirty gravel and puddles of water covered your knees, cutting into the soft pink skin. “Okay.” 

Red tongue slipped from between your dark plum lips, running over them as your eyes zeroed in on the dark red head of his cock. Eagerly, you licked the tip, taking in the familiar taste of him. 

Salty pre-cum coated your tongue as you ran it over his slit. You pulled him deeper into your mouth with every bob of your head. Eagerly, you sucked him into the back of your throat. You realized after a few moments that you finally had your wish. You could reach out and touch him. 

Reaching up, you rested your palms on his thighs. Strong, thick muscles flexed and bunched slightly as his hips twitched. You swallowed around him before backing off his cock with a pop. Eyes locked together as he watched you wrap your hand around the base of his shaft, tilting him up.

Being able to properly feel him was intoxicating. You ran your tongue over the thick vein that wound its way over the length of his shaft. The feel of it pulsing under your tongue drew a moan from your throat.

Saliva pooled in your mouth as you struggled to take him deeper and deeper. Adam’s hand wrapped around your horn, pulling your face closer while you struggled to gasp for air. 

It spilled from your lips, running down your chin as you looked up at him. It was hell. You were already dead, so what if you couldn’t breathe? Each breath was hard won, a gargled gasp of air followed by a deep moan as you swallowed around his cock. 

Fingers wrapped around his shaft, working over what you couldn’t take into your mouth. Every bob of your head took him to the back of your throat, pushing deeper and deeper. 

Your hand traveled down your body, pulling your skirt up. Just as you pushed your panties aside, Adam thrust harshly into your throat. The powerful thrust surprised you, leaving you no choice but to take all of his length, even as you nearly were knocked off balance. 

“Did I fucking say you could touch yourself?” 

“Ugh” you struggled to answer around the cock that thrust into your throat again and again. He did not let up until your hand pulled away, letting your skirt fall and returned to his though. 

“That’s what I fuckin’ thought.” Adam’s hips stilled, letting you again take control of the pace. You worked yourself over his length, moaning at the taste of his precum on your tongue as it leaked from him in a steady stream. 

“Please,” you begged, as he pulled back enough for his cock to fall from your aching mouth. You stroked him, running your hand up and down his slippery shaft, not sparing a moment to wipe the saliva from your face. “Please, fuck me.” 

“Why should I?” Adam asked, flush high on his cheeks but otherwise looking painfully unbothered. 

“I want your cock,” you pleaded. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about since the extermination. I dream of it. I think about it when I’m fucking others. I pretend it’s your cock.” 

“No,” Adam said simply, shoving your head back down on his cock as he thrust harshly into your mouth. Tears ran down your face as he hit the back of your throat again and again. The pace grew wild, leaving you little choice but to hold on to his thighs and try to fight off the black encroaching on your vision. 

He moaned deeply as he chased his release, seed exploding from him in hot ropes that splashed the mach of your throat. There was no choice but to swallow what he gave you. It was a task you failed at, the bulbus head of his cock pulling his essence from the back of your throat toward your lips as he continued his thrusts. 

It dribbled down your chin, mixing with saliva. White drops gathered on the sweater you wore. 

He fucked into your mouth again and again, not slowing into the throbbing pulses of his release slowed. Even then, he was still shooting short spurts of seed through the air as he pulled you off of him, throwing you back onto the wet ground as if you were nothing more than trash. 

He watched you as you gasped for air. At one time, he had thanked you for letting him fuck through the heat of the stupid hell flowers but he was a changed man now. He wouldn’t thank his stalker a second time for letting him use her.

“Stop following me,” Adam ordered, shoving his softening cock back into his pants. He fastened the buckle of his belt as he stepped onto the sidewalk again, leaving you alone with the taste of him still on your lips. 

“Never,” you whispered. “We’re meant to be.” 

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Alternative Snow White Au

This takes place after Adam fell to Hell and him and Lucifer have patched things up a bit and are dancing around their feelings for each other.

Sera learns that up in heaven that Adam is alive. But that is a bad thing because he knows the secrets of the inner workings of heaven and extermination and what happens to disobedient angels.

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Sera: You’re sure that he is alive?

Jay: I saw him for myself Sera. Adam is alive in Hell with the King at his daughters hotel.

That would not end well. She needed to find a way to fix this.

Sera: Thank you. I will take care of this.

Jay left and Sera went to the secret room in her office. As she walked into the room she passed rows of wings and halos on the wall. At the very end was a halo with no wings.

The plaque read: Adam.

-

Down in Hell Adam was attending one of Charlie’s lessons. Lucifer was sitting on the other end of the couch stealing glances at the fallen angel.

He had just earned Adams trust back and he didn’t want to mess it up again. He loved him but was worried that his feelings were not returned.

Little did he know Adam felt the same.

*Adam watched Lucifer from the edges of his sight, one of the few things he liked about being in Hell was being so close to Lucifer, his Luci, they were basically back to how they were in Eden, very close friends, but Adam wanted more, he wanted love that people wrote songs about, but he had to take what he could get*

Charlie: Also we have a little party to celebrate Adam doing so well for his first month here.

*Adam blushed a little, he didn’t think he would get along with the Princess of Hell so well after they butted heads so much the last half year*

Charlie: We made Adam’s favorite dishes of ribs, baked potatoes which you can fix however you want to, red velvet cake, and dad even made pancakes.

*the group set everything up and were allowed to serve themselves, when Adam was reaching towards a plate his hand and Lucifer’s hand met which caused both men to blush*

Lucifer: So for your month anniversary I would like to take you to Lu Lu World where you can do whatever you want to.

Adam: That sounds fucking awesome.

*after the party which went pretty late into the night, Adam started to go up to his room and he noticed Angel Dust following, Adam grew to really like the spider Sinner and saw him as a friend, but he wondered what Angel Dust wanted*

Angel Dust: So what are you going to wear on your date?

Adam: I don’t think that Luci sees what we are tomorrow as a date. But I guess I am going to wear something like this.

*Adam had on a shirt of a metal band he liked and some jeans with holes in the knees*

Angel Dust: I am not going to let one of my best friends go on a date looking like that, when you get married to Hell’s favorite short king and are pregnant with his babies, you will thank you.

Adam: I really regret telling you that I became intersex when I fell and just recently got over my first period.

Angel Dust: Wait right here and we can try out some outfits that will make you sexy in your room, it could be like a slumber party.

*Angel Dust ran off to get some clothes and makeup for Adam to try*

Adam internally: I guess there is no harm in trying this out and seeing what Luci thinks.

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[strange-little-spy]

Epilogue - 1945

Warnings: angst, angst and more angst. Mention of a gunfight, blood and wounds

Word count:1068 words

"Remember when I made you ride The Cyclone at Coney Island?" Bucky asked Steve as he peered over the edge of the small spot they were perched on, the train track about a few thousand foot drop below. Addie wished she had a pair of wings. It would be easier than the zip-line they were about to use.

"Yeah, and I threw up?" Steve glanced at Bucky, his shield on his back. He looked like a turtle.

"This isn't payback, is it?"

Addie hid her smirk as she stood up from the snow covered rock that was starting to melt under her.

"Now why would I do that?" Steve winked at her.

“Perish the thought.” She smarted as she joined the duo, shoving her hands into her pockets.

“Don’t say ‘perish’, please…”

"We were right.” The radio expert, Jacques spoke up. “Schmidt's on the train. Hydra dispatcher gave them permission to open up the throttle.

"Wherever he's going, he must need to go bad." Steve added,

"Let's get going, because they're moving like the devil." Jacques stood up, slamming his radio closed.

"We only got about a 10-second window. You miss that window, we're bugs on a windshield." Steve said, grabbing his cable from his belt.

Addie knew she was pumping with adrenaline. Last time Steve led her into a mission, her arm was broken. She shuttered away the memory of the doctors re-breaking it to set it correctly before hooking her own cable to the line.

"Mind the gap." Jacques smirked.

"Better get moving, bugs!" Dungan howled as they began the slide down the line, first Steve, Bucky, Addie and Dungan along with the rest of the men. The train was on a track very, very, close to the cliff face that rose up and up. Better watch that first step.

Addie felt the metal of the roof under her boots as she crouched down, keeping her body-weight close to the surface. Her rifle was on her back with two pistols on her hips. She spotted Steve duck into the car, his shield no longer on his back.

Good. She would chewed him out if he didn’t use the bloody thing.

Bucky was waving her toward the hole, telling her to go inside.

She jumped down, immediately pointing her pistol around to clear herself. She spotted Steve ducking under a window in a door, she could just spot a guard keeping watch in the next car over. She squatted down, careful not to bump into anything or get spotted by the guard. Bucky quickly followed, moving toward where Steve was.

Addie kept them covered as she saw the door open and Steve immediately taking out the guard with two shots. She and Bucky ducked aside, the latter shooting the guard that heard the shots and came running.

Addie heard all other noises muffle as her heart slammed against her chest. She never remembered this during her missions with HYDRA. Whatever it was, it certainly wasn’t exhilarating. More of an evil-omen.

The team moved forward toward the lead car, most likely where Schmidt was. If he hadn’t already seen their actions and made his next move.

She felt the hot lead of a bullet streak by her cheek, a harsh stinging from where it had grazed her made her duck behind a cargo shelf, holding her pistol upward and wiping the blood from her jawline.

She took a breath and jumped out from her spot, pulling the trigger twice and killing the guard. She quickly grabbed her fallen enemies’ weapon and more ammo before tucking herself beside another cargo box, listening for the bullets to come closer. If Steve could lure the guard closer to her, she could take him out and trade places with Steve—

Maybe.

She felt her cheek begin to sting again as she pressed her palm to the wound, trying to block the flow of blood for as long as she could before she had to lift her weapon and shoot the guard, barely moving aside in time before Steve hurdled by, slamming his shield into the door lock, opening it and allowing access to the next car.

“Oh, snap—“ Addie heard more shots behind her. She ran to the door at the back of the car, seeing Bucky was pinned down by two guards. She pulled her second pistol out of the holster and pressed herself opposite of him, catching his eye and tossing the gun to Bucky. They both pushed themselves off the wall and emptied their remaining shots to the guards who had gotten closer in the short time. But soon they were dead on the floor.

“I had ‘em on the ropes.” Bucky turned to her, changing his magazine out.

“Yeah, I know.” She rolled her eyes and ran to where Steve was working on the door, trying to get it to open.

“I think they shut down the electricity for this car.” He made a jerking motion toward the dimming lights.

“Hell.” Bucky made two shots at the lock, only making it short circuit and allowing the door to open just a hair. They would have to manually pull it open.

Addie blew out her breath before that feeling that made your hair stand up on the back of your neck reached it’s freezing cold fingers into her.

As she turned around, the explosive went off, blowing the car apart and opening a massive hole in the side.

Before she could register what was happening, she saw Bucky go out the hole. Her scream was louder than the noise of the train still rumbling down the tracks. Steve tried to run and help but was only held back by the tilting car, almost dumping the remaining two out as the train whipped around a corner.

Addie had a vice-like grip on the doorframe, forcing herself to plant her foot firmly on the floor and keep her balance.

Where Steve was or even if Bucky was alive or dead didn’t enter her mind as she felt herself slipping from reality. That strange feeling that woke with her every morning was coming alive, caressing her like a damsel to be used. She wasn’t supposed to win this. She was supposed to die. That was how it worked.

“This is where we die. We fought but we didn’t make it.”

The next thing she remembered was the pain. And the cold.

Oh my ever loving goodness. There is no way I just finished a 54,000+ word fanfic? And it’s genuinely good??

Holy cow, what a day.

First off, Thank you, thank you, thank you so very much for all the reads, comments, and support during this.

Secondly, I can’t give you a solid time that Chapter One of Blood In The Water will be published, but I will say it will be in the next three months.

Thirdly, much love and thanks to @the-superoriginal for the prompt that started all of this! Little German potato! <3

Again, I appreciate every little bit of feedback and comments for this and more!

I will see you guys in the next part!

With hopes,

Sandy R.

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The Ferocious Tiger and the Curious Spider

Author’s Note: I recently watched Across the Spider-Verse and have officially fallen down the Miguel O’Hara rabbit hole, Lol. I saw a few things comparing him to a cat, and a few days before I saw the movie I visited my friend that has kittens, which eventually led to me thinking about this popular surprised kitty video that became one of the bases of writing this, which I also directly reference in the fic! I hope you enjoy! 

(Also: This will most likely be my one and only Spider-Verse fic. I know the bare minimum when it comes to Marvel and Spider-Man, so forgive me if anything may be incorrect! I just had an urge to write for Miguel, Lol.)

Series: Across the Spider-Verse

Characters: Miguel O’Hara and Peter B. Parker

Word count: 2,095

Summary: Miguel has to finish a report with a disruptive Peter. That is, until Peter mistakenly discovers a fact about the ferocious leader of the Spider-Society that causes an even bigger, but giggly, distraction from their work. Enjoy!

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Miguel types away at his virtual floating screens while he writes his report about the new anomaly that was successfully captured. Another Vulture from a different world, Earth-468, had broken through the dimensional barrier. Unlike other Vultures the Spider-Society fought before, this one had real feathered wings instead of mechanical ones, making the villain even harder to catch due to their increased maneuverability. And, unfortunately, Miguel needed to call for backup…again. As luck would have it, he was sent his, essentially, counter opposite to finish the fight with him. Great.

A boyish laugh from behind Miguel throws off his thought process. He tightens his fingers in annoyance and growls under his breath. He glares over his shoulder to see Peter B. Parker in his pink robe, sitting on a nearby desk with his legs dangling off the edge and his eyes glued to the screen of his phone. The other man is unaccompanied by his small child he usually has protectively strapped to his chest.

Peter erupts into disruptive laughter again at whatever moving picture is on his device, further driving Miguel’s patience through a wall.

“Do you have to be so noisy back there?” Miguel snarls and tries to refocus on his work.

Peter reels in his laughter, even whipping a joyful tear from his eye. “Ohoho, sorry Miguel. I’m just trying to keep myself occupied while watching these hilarious cat videos.” Peter jumps up from the desk to lean over Miguel’s shoulder and shove the phone in his face. “Here! Watch this one!”

“Parker!” Miguel nearly smacks the device away, “I’m busy!”

Peter retracts his hand. “Alright then, maybe later.” He then returns to his seat on the desk behind Miguel.

A rumble of frustration is heard from Miguel’s throat. “You’re lucky you need to be here with me to finish this report…” Miguel swipes a finger at one of his floating monitors. “And haven’t you watched enough cat videos already? You shoved that screen in my face to show me one and I got thrown into a wall—twice.”

“I need to find more to show Mayday,” Peter starts to gush about his daughter, “Her laugh is so cute when she watches them. They’re funny!”

“Not when you’re in the middle of a fight!”

“Hey, you’ve got to take a break to laugh every now and then, right?” Peter ends his statement with a head tilt and a smile toward Miguel.

Miguel rolls his eyes and tries to return to business on his own, important, digital screens. 

Once the room turns quiet again, Peter glances up from his phone. He notices Miguel shifting his shoulders from discomfort, like he’s trying to adjust from something bothering him. Upon closer inspection, Peter detects an object that looks like a small, pointed pin needle poking out from behind Miguel’s collar of his spider suit. He couldn’t believe that he didn’t notice it earlier when he leaned over to show him the video. Peter quietly gets up from the desk and approaches the other man. 

“Miguel?”

Miguel lets out an impatient huff. He refuses to even turn around. “What do you want now, Parker?”

“Hold still.”

Miguel pauses from that unusual statement. “Wha-Ah!” Miguel leaps out of his chair with a visceral reaction and whips around with a growl. One hand clutches the back of his neck, while the other is prepared to attack the culprit.

“Whoa! Relax tiger!” Peter holds out a hand to reassure him. In his other hand, however, Peter holds up a large, shiny, and black coated feather—one that looks similar, if not exact, to a real bird feather. “This was caught in the back of your neck. It must have gotten stuck during our fight with that villain Vulture.” He twirls the feather in his fingers, “I’m surprised it got caught back there, being that you’re wearing a skin-tight bodysuit and all.”

Miguel clears his throat. He narrows his eyes to return to his intimidating appearance. “A little warning next time would be nice.”

“Sorry, but I didn’t expect you to react like that,” Peter places the feather on the desk. “I mean, a feather usually gains that reaction from someone who’s—” He suddenly stops himself with a gasp when the realization hits him. His eyes expand as he looks at Miguel. “Wait,” Peter blinks at the other man in shock. “Miguel…are you ticklish?”

The other Spider-Man quickly scoffs. “Don’t be ridiculous.” Miguel then turns back to his work. 

Peter raises an eyebrow. He absolutely isn’t buying Miguel’s unfazed demeanor. A crack in his tough appearance showed when that feather grazed his neck, and Peter is determined to get to the bottom of it. Miguel is purposely trying to hide it from him. Well, not for long.

Peeking over Miguel’s shoulders again to make sure he’s distracted by his work, Peter tests his theory by promptly delivering a jab to Miguel’s side. The other man jolts with a small yelp and a choked out giggle. Miguel twists his head around to glare at Peter, but his menacing gaze shifts into wide eyes when he sees Peter grinning right at him. A little voice in Miguel’s head tells him to run.

With no time to spare, Miguel bolts out of his chair and dashes past Peter. He books it towards the automatic metal doors at the other end of the room; however, a web shot hits directly at the nape of his neck and yanks him backwards to the floor. Miguel kicks his legs and tugs at the rope of web above him as he’s quickly reeled in like a fish. Before Miguel can cut the web with his claws, Peter grabs the back of his suit collar, leaving Miguel immobilized like a kitten being held tight by the scruff of its neck.

“Peter!” Miguel roars and struggles to break free of the surprisingly tight hold of the other Spider-Man. “Let go!”

“So let me get this straight,” Peter comments from above, ignoring the other man’s shouting. “If I try this, you’re going to giggle?” he ends his question with a clawing motion into Miguel’s outstretched underarm. Miguel sputters out another yelp and reflexively clamps his arm down, before raising it back up to desperately swipe and grasp at the hand behind him holding him captive. He snarls through his teeth to keep back the giggles boiling from within his chest. A smile threatens to tug at the corners of his mouth the more Peter scratches at the hollow of his underarm.

“Trying to act tough are we?” Peter asks with a tone of mischief, “Don’t worry, I can fix that!”

In a few swift movements, Peter releases his hold on Miguel’s collar and dives both of his hands to dig into the other man’s ribs.

“AHA! Peheheheter!” Miguel can’t contain his laughter any longer, “Yohohohour gohohoing to pahahay for thihihihs!”

“Eh, your empty threats don’t scare me. Besides, seeing this is worth any price,” Peter smiles above him. 

“Grrr!” Miguel attempts to tear himself from Peter’s clutches, “I’m gohohoing to—AHACK!” but he’s cut off by more of his own laughter when Peter scribbles again into his underarms. Miguel forcefully twists to the side and flops onto his stomach, while Peter continues his attack with squeezes to his sides.

“You’re going to what Miguel? Sorry, I can’t hear you. I think your laughter is muffling your words.”

“Cuhuhuhut it ohohohout!” Miguel demands while he claws at the ground. Peter creeps his fingers back up to the outline of Miguel’s ribs, making the man jolt and wrap an arm around his torso for defense. Miguel, unfortunately, lets out a giggly snort, and he drops his head to the floor, almost as if he was hiding himself from an embarrassing defeat against Peter’s tickly method.

“And miss out on this opportunity to make the leader of the Spider-Society giggle like a hyena? Not a chance,” Peter beams. Miguel tries taking a slash at him from behind, but Peter uses the opportunity to wiggle his fingers into Miguel’s unprotected underarm, causing Miguel to curl up onto his side. Peter follows up by grabbing Miguel’s shoulder and easily flipping the man onto his back, which gives Peter better access to Miguel’s ticklish torso.

Peter grins when he sees a new opening. “Maybe this big cat is so feisty because he just needs a few…” his voice heightens in anticipation, “belly rubs!” He finishes his sentence and strikes at Miguel’s middle to vibrate his hands back and forth across his tummy.

“PEHEHETER!” Miguel tosses his head back with a roar of increased laughter, “Nohohohoho!!!” The bigger man bats and tugs at Peter’s wrists to yank himself away from the devious fingers, but Peter easily has the advantage to keep scribbling at the soft spot that is his stomach.

Peter chuckles at the other man’s loud reaction. Seeing this squirmy Miguel reminds him of something. “You know, I saw a video the other day called Surprised Kitty where a small kitten was tickled and threw its paws up in the air. I wonder if you’ll do the same. Let’s see!”

“Dohon't you daHAHARE!” Miguel jolts to fold his middle when Peter scritches both of his hands at Miguel’s belly.  

To Miguel’s dismay, Peter uses a baby voice as if he was tickling his daughter Mayday instead of the leader of the Spider-Society. Peter says the words so fast that it sounds more like the squeaky gibberish of a guinea pig. “Goochie goochie goochie goo!” He teasingly raises his voice higher in pitch when uttering the last word, then lifts his hands away, as if he was playing a tickly version of peekaboo with Miguel.

“Grraah!” Miguel launches himself forward and clings onto Peter’s shoulders in an attempt to shove him away, but Peter quickly dives his hands back towards Miguel’s tummy to repeat the same scritches and coos, taking advantage of Miguel’s defenseless opening.

“AHA! Pahaharker!” Miguel darts his hands down to nab the other Spider-Man's wrists from his belly. Peter quickly slips his hands away again to momentarily halt his attack. Miguel snarls and takes a swipe at him, “Will you—GAHAHA!” but he misses, flops back to the ground, and busts into more laughter when Peter pounces at his vulnerable tummy for a third time.

“Goochie goochie goochie goo!” Peter teasingly repeats. 

“Will yohohou quhihiit thahahaht!!!” Miguel kicks his legs out from behind Peter. He leans his head back with another snort. Miguel’s smile is so big his fangs that he usually keeps hidden are showing.

“What? You can’t handle the spidering of my fingers?” Peter chuckles while he purposely scribbles around the edges of Miguel’s belly, “Forgive the pun.”

A dad joke is the least of Miguel’s problems right now. As much as Miguel doesn’t want to give in to this rambunctious Peter and his uncalled for ambush, Miguel’s strength has all but been completely zapped away with his laughter. The best course of action now is to surrender.

“AHAHALRIGHT!” Miguel squeals through his laughter, “Enohohohough!!!” 

Peter chuckles, “I hear ya, big guy.” Immediately, Peter withdraws his hands, for good this time, to allow Miguel a well-deserved rest. Miguel wraps his arms around himself and lies on the floor for a few moments before rolling onto his stomach and propping himself off the ground with any remaining strength he has left. 

Peter squats down and pats him on the back “You alright, big guy?”

Miguel growls and smacks Peter’s hand away from him. He glares directly at Peter’s face, his eyes snarling, his fangs bared. “Never speak of this to anyone!”

Peter performs a zipping motion across his mouth. “My lips are sealed.” He pauses to change his mouth into a smile, “Buuut I keep no promises.”

Miguel hisses out a huff. Not very reassuring, but at least it’s something.

Miguel then lifts himself back to his feet, while Peter pulls out his phone.

“And enough with the cat videos!” Miguel snaps towards Peter’s direction when he sees the device, “I’ve had enough of hearing about those furry menaces for one day.” Miguel takes a deep breath with a lingering grumble and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Let’s just finish this report and get it over with,” he turns to move to his desk of virtual screens. 

Peter puts his phone away with another chuckle, “Got it. Duly noted.” He found enough cat videos to show Mayday when he gets home anyway. Plus, he can’t wait to tell her a new story he learned today about a ferocious tiger who turned giggly from a curious spider.

[gumnut-logic]

A Sign of Purpose

Okay, this is new fic, but it is weird fic. Since I haven't written for months, I'm going with whatever it is.

So what is it? Well, it reads like the beginning of a new AU. I was reminded of the Soulmate trope today where everyone has a mark somewhere on their body that indicates who they are meant to be with. The traditional idea doesn't work in this fandom very well without the addition of OCs, and I don't have the energy to build a new bunch of OCs right now, so I tried something different. Don't know if it works, but eh, 1500 words of what appears to be some kind of intro to this AU. Don't know if it is worth expanding or exploring, but I wrote something, so yay! :D

I hope you enjoy it at least a little in any case.

-o-o-o-

He rubbed his chest with a wonderfully soft towel. Thank goodness, Scott had taken his advice and really splurged on the quality when it came to the locker room towels.

As to the brand of the towel, he did not have a clue and did not care. As long as they were soft and sucked up water from tired skin.

The mirror at the end of the room blurrily reflected his movements through the steam and habit drew him to stop and take a step towards it, his eyes narrowing on the scar across his left pectoral.

He didn’t know why he did this. It wasn’t as if he expected his Sign to appear. He had lost hope a long time ago.

At least he had thought he had. If there was no hope, then he could just be who he was.

There were a few in the world who had never received their Sign, an imprint of a symbol or icon on their left breast which indicated a person’s ultimate Purpose in life. Most due to accident like his. The scar was old now and in a way more of a Sign than any Purpose. More a reminder of his failure.

He did have to admit that watching each of his brothers gain their Sign when he didn’t had affected him. Scott, of course, had grown up before Virgil, maturity bringing the almost predictable Sign of Flight.

Their parents had been so excited, just after Scott’s sixteenth birthday. The family had celebrated and there had been several excited questions as to what Virgil’s might be.

Their parents were both Stars, both born to reach for space, Dad with wings and Mom with numbers, so it hadn’t been surprising that Scott had aspects of both merging into Flight.

The traditional Reader had been brought in and the new Sign had been examined, interpreted, and aligned with Scott’s interests. The Reader had frowned a lot. Not that Virgil had any experience with Readers, but the elderly man in his carmine robe had muttered about success, challenges, losses and gains.

Scott hadn’t had to do much upon the revelation of his Sign. He had been heading for the Air Force in any case. But it had been good to know his choices were meant to be.

Unlike Virgil.

He sighed and ran the towel down his leg, turning away from the revealing glass.

It was the bruises on that leg that made him grimace, not the long ago loss…

Who was he kidding?

The scar twinged as if to remind him.

He shied away from the memories of losing his mother and the avalanche responsible. He had been lucky to survive with minor injuries.

Just happened that one of those injuries hurt more than the others.

The year that followed was traumatic enough for everyone to forget Virgil’s sixteenth birthday and the importance of that time in his life. Dad had fallen into grief. Scott was juggling the entire family, trying to keep everyone and everything afloat.  Virgil did everything he could to help, but survivor’s guilt and the thought that everything, especially his mother’s death, was his fault, sucked him into a deep dark hole.

His father couldn’t even look at him.

It took Scott finally cracking and a screaming match from hell between him and their father for it all to fall apart. Enough to create a turning point in all their lives and the first shaky step towards recovery.

So it wasn’t until John received his Sign early, that the question of Virgil came up.

John was only thirteen, very young to receive his Purpose, but considering how far advanced he was in his learning, it shouldn’t have been a surprise.

John was Stars, just like his parents. The Reader who visited them frowned at Virgil as he walked past, but nothing was said. The Reading declared John would follow his parents into space, that he would bridge communication across the planet, that he was destined for greatness.

Everyone celebrated. Dad drank soft drink instead of alcohol, but the glasses clinked together all the same and John shone, the centre of attention and, for once in his life, enjoying it.

Virgil slunk away early and spent the next half an hour peering at himself in the mirror, willing the red scar across his breast to reveal something…anything.

By the time Gordon turned sixteen, Virgil was an adult and had comes to terms with his loss…mostly.

It just wasn’t going to happen.

It did affect his life choices. Unlike everyone around him, he had no guide to his true Purpose. His interests flickered back and forth between the arts and the sciences. He loved to paint and play music. But he also loved pulling machines apart and putting them back together. He was handy with his hands and could repair just about anything. He could plan and organise and create. He could do so many things, but he had no idea which he was supposed to do, which direction he was supposed to go.

What was his Purpose?

He had to admit that for at least part of that time, he followed Scott around like a lost shadow. Scott had enough direction for both of them and Virgil willing followed his big brother. After all, what wasn’t to follow? Scott was at the top of everything he did. Academic, sports, socialising…if there was a direction to go, Scott was a good choice.

But Virgil was not Scott.

It came close, though. Virgil gained his pilot’s license not long after his brother, and was a hair’s breadth away from following him into the Air Force.

If he could have. The Air Force did not accept those without a Sign of Purpose. Apparently it was too much of a risk to enlist those not destined to Serve.

There were words, none of them polite, but looking back, Virgil knew he wasn’t military material. He didn’t need a stupid Sign for that. If he was honest with himself, it was simply doing what his big brother was going to do.

Maybe the Sign of Flight had been taken from him by the avalanche?

Grandma had so many hugs for him the day Scott left for the Air Force.

But perhaps Scott leaving was necessary, because it forced him to stop following and work out what he should be by himself.

In the end he chose a bit of everything and the hell to a blasted Purpose.

Looking back, it all seemed so long ago. All the things that had happened since - Scott returning from Bereznik, broken and in pieces. The birth of International Rescue and the Thunderbird that gave his big brother his wings back.

John reaching the Stars he was destined for.

The loss of Dad.

An echo of their father’s Stars appeareing on Scott’s left breast overnight, blurring his Sign of Flight, almost caging it.

Grief.

So much grief.

Virgil straightened and cleared his throat. Even now, a good five years after, it still hurt. Scott had stumbled and it had been Virgil’s turn to juggle the family and support where he could.

Gordon won gold at the Olympics.

Honestly, joyful though it was, it wasn’t really a surprise. After all, The Reader swore he had never seen so many fish in a Sign before. Gords was aquatic life personified.

Until he wasn’t.

So many hundreds of knots worth of speed and a sudden stop did that.

Another hard year. More grief, more challenge. he could have taken it personally and declared his Purpose as one to bear witness to each member of his family going through hell. But since they all were experiencing the same pain, he couldn’t claim any originality or self-centred angst.

But they were lucky. Gordon survived and clawed his way back to health. Some of the fish were now missing due to Gordon’s own set of scars, but as he had so many, the hydrofoil hadn’t got them all.

Plus one scar had warped one of the little fish into a shape Gordon was determined to call shark, so watch out, he had teeth now.

Virgil smirked and found himself grinning into the foggy mirror. You know, the mirror that he pointedly hadn’t been looking at.

A sigh. It annoyed him that even now, the lack of his own Sign, his own Purpose, still bugged him like this. He should be over it. Take a bruise or two and claim that was his Purpose, to take a hit while saving people’s lives.

But yeah, it was bugging him again because he still had one more brother who was due to receive his Sign any day now.

As he hung up the towel and started shoving on his clothing he thought about little Allie. Or not so little, because sixteen was tomorrow, no doubt to be followed by a Sign…predicted to be Stars of some kind. It wasn’t like the kid wasn’t begging to go into space every moment of every day. Stars was pretty much a given. But there were subtleties to Signs that needed interpretation…and celebration.

His littlest brother was growing up.

Pulling his t-shirt over his head, he straightened it across his chest, only to have his hand automatically trace the scar through the thin material.

Would he ever stop hoping?

Apparently not.

-o-o-o-

[blueberry-gills]

Hello!

I'm Gillian. Long for Gill, I guess? Uhh He/She! I'm a student at Blueberry Academy out in Unova!

Here's my Student ID!

I think I like battling! If you ask me for a match, I'd be happy to oblige! I was in the League Club last year. but uhhh. I just made a fool out of myself there. So now I'm in the Music Club! :D

What else can I put on here? I like hiking. My life goal is to see every type of Alcremie out there. I. Don't know what my goal is after that?

Anyway! Here are my Pokemon! ^^

Sugar (Alcremie) - I caught her my first year. And I've sort of...fallen down an Alcremie Raboot hole, if you couldn't tell ^-^

Spice (Flygon) - I also caught Spice during my first year! He loves flying around, picnics...sandwiches...real outdoorsy stuff.

Locke (Klefki) - Locke steals my keys and locks me out of my dorm. He's a menace, only satiated by sweets/j. Most of team is, actually...

Key (Toxtricity) - Key's one of my first Pokemon! She loves to play her bass organs thingies. I'm learning guitar right now to try and duet with her!

Salt (Garganacl) - Salt's one of my other first Pokemon! I got him and Key at the same time. He's one of those strong, silent types...but I think he likes me! I hope so, anyway. I. I hope.

Pepper (Scovillain) - She either loves me to bits or eats my bedsheets. It depends on the day. I adore her regardless <3

~Other Pokemon I own, just not on my official team!~

Sizzle (Salandit) - I received her from another Trainer on here! She's my hiking buddy :)

Junebug ("Volcarona") - Uh. I met her after drinking a mocktail! (Thank you Auntie!) Very long story, I'm not sure if I'd explain it all here...Anyway! They're a Volcarona! Not. Not anything else. 👍👍 yeah

Cadmium (Drifblim ✨️) - Like the color, not the metal! I met her on Glaseado Mountain on my birthday. She hasn't stolen my soul yet or anything. Um. She's very cute :)

Pelipper Mail is ON, Magic Anons are OFF, and Musharna Mail and Malice are both ON!

(OOC Stuff under cut!)

//heey!

Basic rules! No NSFW. Mod is an adult, muse is 17. Mod can be found at @skrelps-pc, but likes and follows will come from @skrelpson.

This is a low to personal stakes blog, that may dip into medium stakes on occasion! It also takes place after the events of the DLC.

ALSO- His "Volcarona" is in fact a Slither Wing. She just calls it a Volcarona. He doesn't attempt to hide it anymore than that HFKAHSHS

General Content Warnings include Self Deprecation, Depression, and things in a similar vein. These will be tagged with "#tw self deprecation". Let me know if anything needs to be tagged!

Let me know if you ever want to plot something out- prior connections, events, that kind of stuff. I'll be down for most things!

I apologize if it takes me a while to reply to things- whether it be reblogs, asks, etc! Motivation/energy deficits paired with the fact I tend to overthink a lot of the time when it comes to responses means I sometimes end up taking a bit LMAO

Notable Events:

Milkyway Myosotis : 100 Follower Event! Gill's blog gets taken over by someone who calls themselves Dillisk. She says she's a URS Ranger! ...Whatever that means. Can be found under #milkyway myosotis event

Snowy Summer Solstice : For Gill's 17th birthday, he hikes a mountain. Can be found under #snowy summer solstice

ALSO ALSO. Get playlisted

Thanks for reading! Lana attack

[hashekyu]

you make your own stories!?! omgg

yeah !! heres one i made some a year ago cause i cant find a decent one i made recently lmao

[ 1 ]

Naora moved swiftly from one tree branch to another and glanced around. Something doesn't feel right. she thought, tugging on her hood. She heard the faint sound of rustling and whirled, but to her disappointment, nothing new greeted the eye, but the dark of the night. 

"Hey Naora!" 

"Holy crap!" she stumbled forward, clawing at the wood, one foot in the air. She slowly turned around. "Tyler." she said in a tone of disgust, rolling her eyes. "You know I could've died if I fell, right?"

Tyler shoved his hands in his pockets and smirked. "But you didn't, right?" he patted her shoulder. "Anyways, it's my shift now to watch over if any humans intrude. Ya know, with my night vision thing," 

"Wow, so cool. Night vision thing." Naora muttered sarcastically. 

"It's better than having a tail. I mean, what does it even do? whap people in the face?" Tyler said, squatting down and pointing at the furred tail curled behind her left leg, peeking out her dress. She whipped it at his eye. "Agh!" he shrieked, holding his face. "I think I'm blind!"

"You did say it could whap people in the face, and it did."

"Ahh, whatever. One blind eye is probably better than having to poke a hole in your underwear so your tail fits out."

"Don't go there," Naora snorted. "I'm out. Have fun on your shift, night vision guy."

"Right. G'night, tail girl." 

she gave him a slight shove and climbed down the branches, then hopped down at the very last step. "Naora," she heard. "What's wrong, Ki?" she asked. A girl a few inches shorter than her with unusual yellowish skin and curled, orange hair and fierce eyes with slit pupils stared up at her. "We've had several suspicions of a human wandering out here." she said seriously, crossing her arms. "You and me were assigned to find it."

"s'that so?" Naora rested her fingers on the handle of her dagger. "Let's hunt it down, then."

"I have no idea why I had been assigned with you, you who holds no strength, no intelligence." Ki sighed. "All you do is yada yada around here with your face-whapping tail, and yes. I saw that."

"Hey, atleast I have dagger skills."

"Whatever. For now, go to sleep to get ready for tomorrow." 

"Noted." Naora passed by Ki and into a campsite-like place. She seated herself on a fallen log, decorated with plants growing out of it and watched the little girl Maria flap her colorful wings, reaching up into the sky and raising her arm up as if touching the stars and giggling, Roger chow down steak, his wolf ears twitching furiously at every little sound Maria makes, and everyone else. Terry and Cherry, the rabbit siblings began quarreling about whether lava was a liquid. Klara stepped forward, pushing them apart from each other. "Now, now, you two." she said with a gentle voice, smiling softly. "war makes it worse." 

Naora sighed, sinking into her seat and closed her eyes, falling into a dreamless sleep. 

[ 2 ]

"Naora! Naora! Ki! Roger! Everyone, wake up!"

Naora drowsily opened one eye, then another. It was still dark, the sky like a black canvas with tiny dots of white. Someone shook her. She looked up. "What do you want, Ty...?" she yawned. Ki was up, too, concern etched on her face. "Yes. What is the problem?" 

Roger snorted awake. The bunny siblings were curled up, snoring. Klara was still asleep. But someone was missing...

"Maria's missing!"

Naora sat up. "What?"

"Weren't you on shift!?" Ki gasped, stumbling to her feet. Klara immediately opened her eyes as if she hadn't just been snoring lightly. Roger gritted his teeth. "Yeah. Weren't you on shift?" he growled. Tyler laughed nervously. "Well you see..." he shrugged. "I may have dozed off a little..."

"You're a half-cat, Tyler, you're supposed to be hyper energetic at night or something!" Klara yelled. Terry shuffled in his sleep, his bob tail twitching slightly. Ki buried her face in her hands. "This is why I don't allow people like you to go on shift..."  

Naora's tail shivered. "Geez, stop stereotyping me!" defended Tyler, crossing his arms. "Look, we're wasting time. If we wanna save Maria from some killer human thing, we gotta be fast." 

"Got a point there." Naora muttered. Without another word, Ki grabbed her leather bag and ran off. Klara picked the two little siblings up, still asleep, and followed behind her. Roger followed, too. Naora glanced at Tyler and shook her head. "You messed up real badly." she whispered, catching up with the others. "It must be that stupid human that wandered off here." Ki growled, balling her hands into fists. "I'll absolutely kill every single one of their kind." 

"How do we know where we're going?" mumbled Tyler into Naora's ear. She harrumphed and walked faster to get away from him. He frowned. Even her, he thought. She pulled on her hood then looked down. "Wait!" she said. They all froze. She bent down and touched the ground, then rubbed her index finger with her thumb. "Fairy dust..." she gasped. "Maria was here!" 

Ki joined Naora, squatting down next to her. She squinted at the ground hard. "She's right. There's a trail."

They all exchanged glances, and as if sharing the same mind, hurried to follow the trail of sparkling fairy dust. "Guys? what if this is a trap, though...?" Klara said, her breath shaky from carrying two children (still not awake) and running. Ki placed her hands on her hips. "If it is, we can still outsmart those dumb humans."

"Hey... guys? the trail stops..." Tyler walked up to a tree bark and pressed his palm on the ground. "The trail stops here-"

a net exploded from the leaves, caging Tyler. His eyes went wide. "Tyler!" screamed Naora, rushing to him. Ki grabbed her wrist. "Imbecile. It will get both of you trapped." she scolded, gesturing to another net hung sneakily in the leaves. 

Klara slumped down, breathing hard, placing the two children down on the ground. "How do they sleep for so long?" she muttered. Roger's ears perked up, and he sniffed the air. "Do you guys 'ear that?" 

"Their snoring?" Klara muttered, staring at Terry.

"Hear what, Roger?" Ki let go of Naora's wrist. Roger continued to prance around, nose in the air. "It's like... a little kid cryin'... and it smells like..."

he gasped. "Maria!"

"Is no one gonna help me here?" Tyler complained, clawing on the net. Klara patted Cherry on the head and chased over Roger along with Ki. Tyler gave a hopeful look to Naora. She rolled her eyes and sighed. "How'm I supposed to get you down, o night vision guy?" 

"Your dagger, of course!"

"And how am I supposed to get up there?"

"It's simple, really..."

[ 3 ]

"Oh no, no, no, no, no, not at all am I gonna risk Cherry and Terry's life for yours."

"C'mon, tail-girl."

"I'm not gonna do that." Naora crossed her arms and glanced at the two children, still huddled up on the ground. Light was peaking out from the sky, it was turning five in the morning. The others had to find Maria. Tyler stuck his bottom lip out. "Pretty please with a cherry on top?" he pleaded. 

She couldn't help but snicker. "you look seriously stupid right now." 

"I could look stupid more often for you if you helped me down."

Okay, that crossed her mind the wrong way. She felt her face heat up and looked away. "Fine, whatever." 

she gently shook Terry and Cherry awake. "Hey, you guys."

They slowly opened their eyes, stretching, yawning. "Where are we?" Cherry asked. Naora definitely didn't want to explain the whole thing. "Er... Tyler's stuck in a net and I uh..." she fiddled with some of her own stray hair. "I need you to go climb up there with my dagger and slice the net. It's okay if that's too hard for you."

Terry picked himself up along with Cherry, who crossed her arms. "Too hard?" she mused. "I don't think so." 

Without a moment to spare, they both climbed up, fast as a flash, and was already on top. "Wait- you forgot the dagger-" Naora called. They ignored her and bared their fangs, biting into the string. Soon, the net was held up by one single thread, on the urge of breaking. Terry sank his teeth into it, and The net fell apart, and Tyler fell out. "Agh!" he rubbed his head, but then saw the look of awe on Naora's face and grinned. "See?"

"how did they not get caught by the net?"

"They're too fast to get caught."

"Remind me again that they're rabbit children." 

Terry and Cherry dusted themselves when they got off. "Can you tell us where we are now?" they asked in unison.

Naora stiffened. "Oh... uh..."

. . .

Ki chewed her bottom lip. "Roger, are you sure you know where-"

"Quiet down- will ya? I'm tryna focus!"

Klara sighed. "Do you guys think Terry and Cherry'll be safe with-"

"Those two nuisances, Tyler and Naora? nah, course not." Roger groused. "Will you stop interrupting everybody?" Ki barked.

 "Yeah, yeah, sure, bossy."

"Talk about bossy..." Ki whispered under her breath. She heard a faint sound of weeping. Roger's ears twitched. "She's somewhere near." he said, pushing through a bush. Klara spat on the ground, rubbing her tongue off. "I think I swallowed an ant..." she mumbled. Noises of screaming got louder to the point Roger had to pop his fingers in his sensitive ears. "Yup. Definitely Maria."

Ki's eyes sharpened. She gestured forward. "I see her." 

They glanced at each other and ran. "Maria!" Klara gasped, staggering forward to the girl. Fresh cuts and bruises were everywhere on her body. A tight knotted rope dug into her wrists, and her legs were tied together, wings sliced. She gasped and sputtered, whined but couldn't form words. "What happened?" Ki asked, trying to untie her, trying not to be harsh, trying not to hurt her. Roger's ears quivered. Then his eyes grew wide. He tackled Ki, pulling her back. "Watch out!" he yelled. An arrow flew in the air where Ki had been. "I can manage by myself." Ki said as she pushed herself off him. Klara looked around in panic. "Are we being targeted?" she squeaked. Roger nodded. "We gotta go-"

"But what about Maria?" Klara said. "We just leave her here? like some maniacs?"

Ki's jaw tightened. "If we don't go, we'll-" she cut herself short. "Watch out Klara!"

Klara jerked her head southwards in search for any danger. An arrow came from the opposite direction. Roger lunged forward, but missed the arrow. It pierced through Klara's right arm, a clean shot. She howled in pain, clutching her shoulder. Maria screamed out. Ki gasped. Roger stared. Klara turned to Maria, breathing unsteady, and kept her fingers stumbling to untie the complicated knot as if she had not been shot. "Klara!" Ki said, pushing herself down, barely missing a flying arrow. "We can't leave a little girl in here... yet..." Klara breathed. Roger staggered backwards, an arrow merely missing his head. "We've got to GO!" he urged. "We'll all die!"

"No," Klara said, finally getting the rope off the little girl's wrists, pulling off the cloth tying her legs together. "Run."

Ki slung her arm around Klara and supported her up. Klara shook her head, sinking back down. "We can make it with you!" Ki insisted. Roger sighed and picked up Klara, set her on his back and gestured to Maria. "Minion girl, you take care of her."

Ki made an offended noise. "Minion? How?" she took the little girl by her waist and made an effort to not touch any of the scars. 

"'cause you're yellow." he shrugged. "And short."

"..." Ki glared at him before running off, dodging arrows. A woman peeked out from the shadows and trees, barely in sight. Only her brown hair pulled up in a ponytail was seen, her face, however, was masked. Her arm was poised, ready to shoot another arrow. It was aimed at Roger. "Roger, I see the human. It's about to shoot you," Ki warned, glancing at the little girl in her arms. "You guys... are gonna die..." Klara muttered in Roger's ear as he swerved for a right. "I do love myself a motivational message." Roger grunted, struggling to keep Klara on his back. The human slowly vanished from view. "Where're we running to?" Ki asked. 

"Hey, I'm following you!" Roger said. "How'm I supposed to know where you're running to?"

Ki rolled her eyes. "Seriously, I don't know where we're headed."

"You've lived in this forest the longest. How'd you not know your surroundings?"

"Well, I never did try exploring out here." 

A blinding light shot through the trees. Roger shielded his eyes. "Where- where are we?" 

Ki brought her long-nailed hand up and tore through the keep out tape, studying the new surroundings. Ki stumbled back. "Oh no, no. We can't be here..."

Roger glanced at her terrified look. "What? why?"

"Because..."

[ 4 ]

Tyler didn't know why she was still mad. Naora kept avoiding him. Terry and Cherry seemed to recognize the tension and kept quiet the whole walk. It was just silence, before Tyler broke it. "Why're you still mad at me?" Tyler sputtered. Naora stopped walking, but didn't meet his gaze. "You put Maria's life on the line. Who knows? maybe all of 'em are dead by now 'cause of you." she said glumly.

Tyler frowned. "But when I was stuck in the net, you were completely fine." 

"What? you want me to get you stuck in another net?"

"Then would you forgive me?"

Naora looked away. "It shouldn't be me you're saying sorry to." her tail was lowered down. Her gaze averted to the sky. "I really hope they're okay."

. . .

"This is not okay."

"I didn't know angels looked so angelic..."

"What?"

Roger slipped Klara down his back and pressed his sweaty palm against her forehead. "She's going to die." he said, in a-matter-of-fact voice. "I didn't know that," Ki grumbled. A lake laid before them, green instead of clear. The smell of grass was strong, almost unbearable. Gloomy leaves hung down tree's thin barks. Ki laid Maria down on the grass. She coughed into her fist, blood spilling out. It dripped down her chin and on her stained and ripped clothing. "Klara's seein' angels," Roger said, with what seemed like genuine concern laced in his words, for the first time. 

He touched the arrows stabbed in her arm, then lightly attempted to pull. She yelled out in pain, grabbing his wrist. "Don't." she whispered. 

Roger's ears pricked up, and suddenly, he cupped Klara's mouth, and pressed his finger to his lips. Ki picked up on this, pupils dilating gradually. 

[xxxevilfilms]

Fuck You To The Track

Info: Giovanna not only fails to protect the White House from Happy Chaos' onslaught, but she is also unable to protect herself from the fallen apostle's wayward hands. 

Kinks: Rape/Noncon, Loss of Virginity, Large/Monster Cock, Dirty Talk, Forced Blowjobs, Face Fucking, At Gun Point, Hair Pulling, Slapping, Spitting, Make Outs, Biting, Corruption, Mind Break, Sex Slave, Unprotected Sex, Impregnation, Forced Orgasm, Vaginal Sex

Disclaimer: Title taken from the Necro track of the same name. Please give his album "I Need Drugs" a listen, it fits Happy Chaos surprisingly well. Also don't worry about how Giovanna magically winded up in the path of Chaos; let's just say she fell through the floor and landed at his feet 🙃. Actual fic is under the cut. Please don't read this if any of the tags squick you out.

Giovanna wakes up in pain, her head pounding and belly aching as she tries to shake off the gravel that blankets her uniform. Wheezing, the young officer tries sitting up but winces when her stomach stings in protest, releasing fresh blood that seeps through her shirt and flows into her pants. Giovanna growls at that before forcing herself to lay back down in the dust, shaking hand pressed firmly into her belly to prevent any more blood loss. That big samurai-looking motherfucker knocked her out so hard, she can’t remember what happened to her or how she even got here, but judging by the massive hole in the ceiling she was staring at,  Giovanna had to assume that he sent her tumbling through two floors of concrete before running off. For whatever reason he didn’t finish her off, and fled to some other wing of the building to find Sol no doubt. Where exactly that is, Giovanna doesn't know, but she really doesn't care. She was bleeding out and was too weak to call Rei; the best she could do was crawl to safety and hope some stranger found her.

Girding her loins, Giovanna grits her teeth and rolls off her back to support her upper half with one arm, being careful not to aggravate the gash in her belly. Her legs barely move when she makes a half-assed attempt to crawl, the pressure and strain she puts on her thighs forcing a rattled moan to escape her throat. They feel less like extensions of herself and more like hot iron girders than actual limbs, a sign that tells Giovanna that she had a few broken bones in her legs. Great, she thought bitterly; just great. The officer grumbles in audible frustration and makes another attempt to crawl, determined to will her useless legs to move, but stops when she hears a sinister voice whistle at her.

“And just when I thought my day couldn’t get any better...”

Giovanna peered over her shoulder and saw the very man she was tasked with tracking down; the gunslinger with cobalt skin, Happy Chaos. Strutting down the collapsed hallway with a jaunty gait, he swings a revolver in one hand and adjusts the gaudy, orange shades on his face in the other as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Giovanna freezes in place but manages to maintain her composure, keeping a stern face that she hopes illustrates to the man that she wasn’t some helpless runt that needed rescuing. The man however easily saw through her ruse and kept coming toward her, mischievous brown eyes staring directly into her quivering pools of blue.

“Man, he fucked you up pretty good, huh?” He approaches and then smiles down at her, lips peeling back to reveal white rows of perfect teeth that part slightly to mock her. “Had I known a pretty thing like you was gonna go toe to toe with him, I would’ve told him to go easy on you.” Chaos then lifts his foot and digs the toe of his boot into her right calf muscle, the pressure making Giovanna yelp. “Oh yeah, this ain’t good at all...” He laughed a little and pressed harder, enjoying the way Giovanna wriggled beneath him, before finally taking it off of her. “You’re in a bit of trouble, ain’t you, doll?”

“Fucking asshole... Come any closer and I'll--” Giovanna coughs and tastes iron on the back of her tongue, the pain in her gut quickly radiating to her chest and making her cringe. She can’t even fucking talk without hacking up a lung.

“What’s that? Can’t hear ya,” Coming closer, he kneels down to her height and smirks deviously at her. “Sounds to me like you’re ready to die.” He then held the revolver up to her bind and curled his finger around the trigger. Giovanna growled low in her throat at that, her chest heaving and nails digging into her shirt as she prepared for the worst. The man doesn’t do anything else however and just keeps the muzzle on her skin, eyes taking in the fear, anger, and hatred that swirled in her eyes, and rather than end her misery and go on about his plan to destroy the world, he merely tilts his head and lets his smile deepen.

“But that’s no fun,” Chaos moves the revolver away from her forehead to trace her nose and lips with it. “And I love fun. Hell, I live for it,” It then moves lower to rest on her chin, the stench of gun grease and oil making Giovanna’s sensitive nose flare. “And if there’s one thing I’m not, it’s a killjoy.” Pressing it none too gently into her skin, Chaos then proceeds to crawl over Giovanna’s fragile body to quickly cage it beneath his own, the young officer visibly paling when it dawns on her what Chaos had in mind for her. She tries to move away from him out of reflex but is yanked back to the revolver's muzzle by her hair, the metal barrel now pressed harshly against her brown cheek.

“So how ‘bout it doll? You wanna have some fun with me?” He licks his lips before gently worrying the skin with his teeth. “Be a real waste of a good time if we didn’t.” Chaos cocked the revolver as he brought his face closer to Giovanna’s face, the smell of gun polish quickly replaced by something else that comes off of the apostle’s body. She smells wood, citrus, and smoke, scents that Giovanna would’ve found pleasant if it weren’t for the fact that she was being held at gunpoint. She wants to tell him to fuck off and pull the trigger already, but the words suddenly catch in her throat when Chaos pushes her to the ground, uncaring of the debris that digs into her back and tears at her uniform. Giovanna struggled beneath him, but it’s no use; she’s too weak and he’s simply too strong.

“Good girl,” He chuckled at her, the hand that was in her hair leaving her scalp to rip at what remained of her shirt, revealing to him big brown breasts clad in a little black bra. "So fuckin' pretty..." He slides the revolver down to her chest and nestles the barrel between her heaving tits, the bitterly cold metal cooling down her heated skin, but doing little to calm down her racing heart. “You gotta name, pretty girl?”

“Piss off,” Giovanna gathered some bloody spittle in her mouth and promptly hocked it at Chaos’ face. Giovanna expects him to either pistol whip her or even put a bullet in her lungs for her lack of cooperation, but rather than knock her out or leave her for dead, Chaos chortles and wipes his cheek with the back of his hand.

“It’s gonna be like that, huh?” He licks at his knuckles and shoots her a maddening grin. “Alright, doll, we can play that game,” He then raised the hand that he used to wipe his skin with and swiftly brought it down on Giovanna’s face. The officer sputtered and felt the blood gathering in her mouth suddenly spurt from her lips, the shock of the blow rattling her brain. Giovanna is ready to scream out for help but is stopped by Chaos who grabs her chin and holds it tightly between his gloved fingers.

“What’s your fucking name, hon?” He asked again. “I bet it’s something real pretty, isn’t it? A real sweet little sobriquet your friends are gonna wanna scream when they see a bullet in your heart."

“Giovanna...!” Giovanna growls out. “It's Giovanna for fucksakes...!”

"Giovanna? Ooh, that's really pretty." Chaos seems pleased and gently strokes her cheek. "That wasn't so hard, was it, Giovanna? Now I know what to say when I break you open."

"F-Fuck you...!"

"I'm getting there, doll, I'm getting there, don't gotta rush me." Chaos kisses the side of her mouth. "You're an impatient little thing." His free hand then moved down his body, arriving at the fly of his pants that he quickly released with a few twists of his fingers. Giovanna fidgets beneath him once she sees more buttons and a few belts come undone, her heart sinking into her stomach when Chaos pulls out what looks like a third limb from the confines of his underwear.

A cock as long as her forearm and thicker than her wrist emerges from his crotch, throbbing and thrumming with such intense primal need that the officer can see thick veins pump rhythmically beneath the skin of his shaft. There was no way that was going to fit; the thought of him forcing that massive thing into her sex made Giovanna ache and her stomach churn.

"You look like you've seen a ghost, doll," Chaos laughed. "What, never seen a cock before?"

Giovanna is silent and only turns her head, unable to look at it.

"Still shy? Oh well, I'm gonna find out in a minute anyway."

Chaos climbs further up her body, cock dangling and sliding along her exposed skin before coming up at an upright curve finally when Chaos sits on her chest, the pressure on her sternum knocking the air out of her and forcing her to take shallow gasps through her mouth. Chaos however doesn't care and quickly grabs his cock to slap it against her bruised lips.

"Open up." He commanded.

"No..." She bit back. "You're not fucking serious..."

Aiming his revolver at a spot next to her head, Chaos sighs as he pulls the trigger. Giovanna jolted upwards when the sound of metal bullets hitting concrete splits her hearing in half, the pain forcing her to cover her ears.

"Does it sound like I'm kidding?" He popped another one off, this one dangerously close to her temple, before placing the muzzle back on her forehead again. "I'm not above fucking that dot open, so don't make me say it again."

Giovanna feels dizzy, disoriented. She can barely make out the words leaving his lips but knows very well what he's asking of her, what she must do. Closing her tired eyes shut, Giovanna opens her mouth and runs a trembling tongue over the underside of his shaft, tracing bulging veins that twitch erratically against her flesh. He tastes like salt and smells strongly of musk and sweat, a scent that wafts into her nostrils and makes her grimace. She doesn't want to lick it anymore, doesn't want to act like a whore, but knows that she has to if she has any chance of surviving.

"Sick fuck..." Through trembling lips, she licks him again, flinching when the revolver moves from her forehead to her right temple. She then heard Chaos groan and felt him angle his length along her pouty red lips so she could lick around the glans instead, her tongue catching sticky beads of pre-ejaculate that offends her palette. Chaos doesn't let up on her however despite her obvious discomfort and forces the tip past her parted lips so she can suckle around it properly. He then rocked a little into her mouth and moaned provocatively at what he's made of her, his smirk quivering when jolts of intense pleasure ride down his shaft.

"Fuck yeah, baby doll, good girl, get me nice and wet..." He purred happily. "See what happens when you're good for me, baby? When you cut out all the drama?"

Giovanna barely hears him as she was too busy getting used to the bitter taste of man meat on her tongue. His essence flows freely into her mouth, covering her tongue with so much piquant fluid Giovanna can't swallow it all in one go and lets it leak from the sides of her mouth instead. Chaos coos at the sight and proceeds to push his cock deeper into her mouth, until the thick purple head stretches Giovanna’s jaw to the limit. She gags around him and wants to pull away but is unable to when Chaos continues to push it in, ignoring her frightened, tear-stricken eyes in favor of forcing his throbbing prick down her throat.

"Aw, you coughin' baby? Am I too big for you?" He laughed evilly as he raised his hips off her chest to go even deeper. "That's no good, baby, you can take more than that. C'mon, doll, don't push me out just yet."

Giovanna whimpers around Chaos’ cock when the apostle rears his hips back and fills the length of her throat with his meat, cock buried so deeply in her mouth, Giovanna can feel the leaking cockhead prod at the opening to her stomach. Giovanna screamed around his shaft then and wants to pull back, wants to take in air and soothe her burning jaw, but Chaos is too strong for her and immediately tangles his fingers into her hair, hips wasting no time fucking and stuffing her throat like it was a sleeve for him to abuse. 

"That's right, baby, that's right..." Chaos sighs happily at the wetness that closes around his prick and grins from ear to ear. “Take this fucking cock...”

Giovanna desperately tries pulling her head off of him one more time but Chaos keeps an iron grip in her hair. He gets off to her struggle, enjoys watching her head twitch and jolt away from his shaft as he held her against his crotch. Her mouth is nothing more than a hole for him to fuck, a toy he can play and fuck with however he saw fit, and Giovanna can only lay there and take it.

"Such a good bitch, Gio, such a good slut," He prattled on, unable to stop himself from violating her mouth. "Wetting me up for that sweet pussy, aren't you, doll? Gonna make it slide in nice and easy for me?" Moaning out his pleasure, Chaos went faster and fucked her face with short and fast pumps of his cock that jostles Giovanna's brain and rips all the air from her lungs. He then tosses the revolver that was at her temple to the side in favor of using both of his hands to hold her bouncing head in place, spit and precome riding down Giovanna’s lips and splattering across her skin with each cant of the apostle’s hips. It damn near chokes her, drags out the last of the air that remains in her lungs, and just when Giovanna thinks she's about to pass out from exhaustion, Chaos quickly pulls out of her mouth and jerks himself off over her face, getting off to the sight of Giovanna coughing and spitting up the essence that escaped his cock.

“I’m starting to like you, babe. I really am. You dunno how long it’s been since I got my dick wet,” He gave himself one final stroke before moving his hand away, eyes dancing with perverted mirth. “I don’t wanna bust one all over that cute face though.” He then moved back down and played with the belt keeping Giovanna’s slacks in place. “I gotta better place in mind.”

“N-No!” Giovanna wriggled under him. “Get the fuck off me, no!”

“I wonder, has it been a while for you, too?” Chaos asked, hands effortlessly uncinching her belt. “Or was I right? Are you a virgin, baby? You never got pumped before?” He chortles as he proceeds to tackle the buttons that keep her slacks closed. “Am I gonna be your first?”

Giovanna sits up, ready to throw a punch, but is held back by the gash in her stomach. She grunts loudly and collapses back on the floor, writhing in pain. Chaos sneers at her and continues to undress her lower half, stopping only when he sees her sex come into view. Dark and shiny like the rest of her, it’s partially covered by a black thong that rides up her hairless lips and conforms to the shape of her clitoris, the sight prompting the apostle to whistle provocatively at her. Giovanna wants to close her thighs but is unable to, the pain in her legs and the grip Chaos held on them forcing her to remain spread open for him. This is not fucking happening, she thought. Never would she have guessed that her first time would be with a literal monster, a world-ending terrorist who wanted to fuck her pussy just cuz he could. It sickens her just how unrepentant and shameless the creep is when it comes to violating her; if she wasn’t such a useless hunk of shattered bones and weeping wounds, she would’ve put up a better fight than this. That shitty samurai was to blame for all this, and now Giovanna was paying the price.

“This is how you get off, huh...?” She wheezes out, cringing when she feels him rip her thong from her sex. “Fucking cute girls against their will?”

“A guy can’t have his fetish?” Chaos chuckled airly. “Morality is a subjective concept, you know. What looks bad to you, looks very good to me.” He then runs a finger over the unbreached seam of her lips and hums at the smoothness of her skin. “And trust me babe, no amount of moral fuckery is gonna keep me away from this perfect little cunt.” He spits on her slit, watches his drool seep in between her folds, and slides a finger inside, careful not to actually penetrate her. “So fucking tiny...” He then guides his finger to her clit and prods at it roughly, enjoying the way it twitched under his touch.

“You’re so fucked,” Giovanna breathed out. “I’d rather bleed out than listen to you...”

“Oh no, no, no we can’t let you do that,” Chaos tutted her with a patronizing click of his tongue. “I see something in you, doll; I want you by my side when the world goes to shit, when I close this book and open the next. I’ve already crafted the perfect purpose for you. ”

“The hell do you mean...?”

“Do I gotta spell it out for ya?” Chaos grabbed Giovanna’s legs and wrapped them around his waist before scooting closer to her pussy, letting the blunt purple head of his shining cock split her quivering lips apart. “Once my acquaintance enacts requiem,” The apostle slowly, ever so slowly, pushed against Giovanna’s virgin hole and bent over her battered form to look her in the eye again. “And when humanity crumbles under the weight of their own hubris,” He thrusts forward, slipping the tip inside of her tightening hole. It makes Giovanna cry out. “I’ll be the Adam to your Eve.”

“Fucking shit!” Giovanna claws at the ruined carpet beneath her, the pain in her sex mingling with the burn in her gut. “No, pull it out, you asshole! I don’t--!”

“Oh fuck baby, shh...” He kissed her lips and cooed. “Happy thoughts, yeah?” He kissed her again, this time on the chin, and didn’t stop trying to force his way inside. Giovanna shrieked in pain and grips the apostle’s arms in a desperate bid to get him out of her. “So tight...”

“Stop, please just stop...!” The young officer pleaded, unable to cope with the burn that overwhelmed her cunt. “I can’t, you’re too fucking big...!”

“Don’t fight me, baby doll, don’t fight me,” Chaos manages to squeeze himself halfway up Giovanna’s cunt, the slick from his precome and her spit making the slide easy. “Just let this happen...”

Giovanna’s back arched at the sting. The pain was maddening, like sitting on a box of tacks, and rather than slow down, Chaos keeps pushing in, forcing his prick up into her cunt until he finally feels himself bottom out. Blood quickly left Giovanna’s lips soon after, a thin sheen of crimson covering his shaft that aids in lubricating her hole, allowing Chaos to pull out and thrust back in good and slow. Cockhead hitting her cervix with short, stilted ruts he made into her cunt, the pain brought on by his massive length ripped garbled moans of agony from Giovanna’s throat that she lacks the energy to silence. Instead, the officer lets the tears fall, succumbing to the evil that penetrates her quim as she pitifully let Chaos find pleasure in her rape, the apostle merciless when he pumps and drags his cock along the opening to her womb. Chaos appears to be in ecstasy during it all and lays his big body along Giovanna’s flailing one to revel in the trembling walls of her virgin sex, the added weight on her stomach aggravating her injury. Rather than slow down, he licks away her tears, bites her lips, and wedges her mouth apart with his thumbs to shove his tongue in there, lapping at the spit that pools in the back of her mouth as he gradually increases his pace.

“That’s it, baby, lemme hear you cry,” Chaos says against her mouth, gruff voice slick as honey and yet deadly like venom. “This poor pussy is too tiny for my cock, but you’re taking it like a champ, aren’t you?” He laps feverishly at her tongue and swipes at the roof of her mouth, unable to hold back his lust. “Like you were made for me...” He goes faster, uses his free hand to slide it between their bodies, and rubs her clit raw, the friction sending a tingle up her spine Giovanna wanted to fight, but it distracts her from the bite that afflicts her privates. Chaos doesn’t stop flicking it, the apostle aware of the stress he’s putting on her body it seems, and proceeds to masturbate her faster, letting those little jolts of pleasure well up in her core and take away from the pain.

The moan that escapes Giovanna’s lips then terrifies her.

“Good girl, you like that? Like that I’m giving your pussy a break?” He bit her bottom lip and pulled on it with his teeth.

Giovanna has no words to spare and only closes her eyes in defeat, fighting down the pleasure that builds in her womb by clinging to Chaos’ wrists, but it’s no use; his cock rakes over a spot inside of her that makes her toes curl and her eyes shoot open. Her clit thrums sporadically against Chaos’ finger when her pussy spews hot juice that makes fucking her so easy for him. The next moan that escapes her is long and broken, and Chaos swallows those pitiable mewls by kissing her again, tongue invading her mouth once more to drag it up and over her teeth and gums, his own moans low and guttural when he begins to slam his hips into her frantically like a rutting dog.

“Fuck, baby girl, fuck yeah... Get into it, lemme fuck that pretty cunt.” And then suddenly, with strength Giovanna didn’t know he possessed, Chaos gathers her in his arms and stands up, bringing her with him. Cock still buried deep into her, Chaos lays her busted legs against his shoulders and fucks her battered cunt while she hangs in the air, forcing the younger girl to cling to his neck so she doesn't fall. Chaos cackles at that and keeps his hold on her by slapping his hands on her fat ass, digging those black nails of his into her plump flesh so he couldn’t let go. Giovanna’s noises get louder then, the pain in her cunt now replaced with mind-numbing pleasure she’s ashamed to succumb to. It takes so much work to fight it, but as the tremors of release overwhelm her nerves, Giovanna has no choice but to allow another orgasm to ravish her fucked out body.

“Doll, you’re gonna make me come,” His voice shakes while the hard muscles in his powerful thighs tremble from exertion. “I’m gonna come in this little virgin pussy...”

Giovanna, through the haze in her head, quickly yells at him.

“No, don’t come inside, you jackass!”

“Afraid not, Gio,” He licked a thick stripe up her sweaty cheek. “Here’s hoping this is a safe day for you.”

“Stop it, I said no...!” Giovanna then felt Chaos' cock twitch, felt the shaft pulse and jump, and after a few pumps of his length against her bruised cervix, Chaos grits his teeth and shoots his load deep into Giovanna’s womb. The officer gasps at the warmth that fills her insides soon after and drops her head against Chaos' neck in defeat, letting the last of her tears fall from her eyes and roll over her cheeks. He spills what feels like a gallon’s worth of come into her dripping sex, filling her up to the brim with molten hot seed that coats his cock and drips out of her in heavy droplets that splatter to the floor, the sensation of being filled so deeply making Giovanna silently cry into the crook of his neck. Chaos notices this and pets her messy hair, kissing it and nuzzling it with the gentleness of a lover as he lets the last of his jism empty into her.

“Milking me so fucking good, gonna make sure you’re knocked up by the time I’m done with you.” He whispered into her ear. “Let’s usher in the new world with a bang, baby.”

Giovanna can’t, or rather refuses, to grace Chaos with a response and closes her eyes, too weak from blood loss to focus on anything that wasn’t her broken cunt. Chaos however merely simpers at the state he’s left her in and lets her rest, at least for now.

Black quickly ate away at her vision not long after Chaos pulled out of her quivering sex.

~◇~◇~◇~

Getting I-No to usher in the new world was a bust. She tragically died in the process no thanks to Sol, but Happy Chaos wasn’t too beaten up about it. It just meant that he had to find purpose somewhere else, wherever that is. And while he wouldn’t call that experience very fruitful, Chaos was very happy that he was able to gain something out of it.

Somewhere, deep in some country Chaos already forgot the name of, the fallen apostle was squatting in a decent-sized log cabin in the woods, sitting in a suede armchair that did wonders for his back. In his hand was a tour guide he snagged from some corner store and despite being a somewhat interesting read, it failed to shift his attention away from the gorgeous woman sucking off his cock. Kneeling between his muscular thighs, Giovanna blows him with the skills of a vetted whore, tongue swiping over the glans as her hand massages the heavy balls that rest under his impressive length. As he takes in the gorgeous way she sucks him off, Chaos can see her big tits, heavy with milk, resting against her swollen belly, a sight that does little to calm down his giant erection.

“Fuck yeah, Gio,” He runs his fingers through her scarlet locks and smirks. “Don’t even need to tie you down anymore, got so fucking good at this."

Giovanna moans around him in response, brows narrowing when she feels his nails scratch her scalp. Even after putting a baby in her belly, and claiming her with pretty purple bruises he’s sucked, bit, and, at times, slapped into her skin, she still has the dogged attitude he’s still unable to fuck out of her.

And he fucking loves it.

Chuckling, Chaos sits back and slowly weaves his fingers into Giovanna’s hair, tugging on it harshly to get the younger girl to go deeper. She at first hesitates but eventually relents when Chaos swats her right cheek with the back of his hand, obeying him like a good bitch while still boring poison-dipped daggers into his very soul. The perfect Eve to his Adam; a stubborn little slut he'll take great joy in breaking down and turning into a proper slave for his loins.

“You crack me up, baby doll. You really do," Chaos sighed as he bucked into her mouth. “Let's hope Junior is easier to train than you.”

[counthakan]

“Nothing I’ve ever done has ever been good enough, you’re wrong: I have everything to prove.”

There was a hole in his chest where his heart should have been. It felt cold. Just like it had before. The only problem this time was the fact that, when he looked down, that dead organ was still in his chest. Yet the hole still remained. And it would not go away. Why did it not go away?

His hand grabbed at his chest. What he was looking for, he was not sure, but he did not let go until he was sure his heart was still there. Maybe it had all been some dream. Hakan had never had such a vivid imagination. That was more of Ezekiel's thing, was it not? Speaking of the little monster, he looked around the battlefield to see where his dear progeny could have gone. It would have been no surprise he was trying to save someone or be useful. That was just who Ezekiel was.

His gaze lifted from his chest again to where he spotted Ezekiel. Before he could even notice his own movements, he was making his way over towards the other vampire. Maybe he was hovering. Maybe he should have just trusted that Ezekiel was going to be okay. Maybe he should have just...been there.

"At least you showed up."

There was that hole in his chest again. It felt hollow. Empty. Before he could even get over to Ezekiel, his progeny had faded away. He blinked a few times. A hand gripped his chest again. A second passed. Maybe two. Hell, maybe it had been a few minutes or any hour, but the pain sat there in his chest. It would not go away. Why did it not go away?

"Ezekiel?"

The pain in his chest was evident enough, but he did not want to believe it. He did not want to believe that his dear progeny had done something that could...No. He would not believe that Ezekiel was gone. That was not what the younger vampire was fated for. No, he was supposed to live. That was what was supposed to happen. If anyone was supposed to die, it was supposed to be Hakan. Not Ezekiel. The elder vampire had lived his life. Nearly four thousand years of it. Ezekiel had barely scratched the surface. He could not be gone. He could not...

"Ezekiel?"

There was no response again. There was just that emptiness in his chest.

"Ezekiel?"

He had fallen to his knees, the hand that had been on his chest reaching towards the ground where it felt like there was just nothing but dust.

"Ezekiel?"

No, he was supposed to live. He was supposed to...

"Ezekiel, you are very funny."

But the hole in his chest told him that this was no joke.

"Ezekiel, I will put in the diamond fangs. You can come back now."

Why was his cheek wet? His hands lifted from the floor to his face and wiped at the wetness on his face. That was not supposed to happen. Why was that happening? None of this was supposed to be happening. None of it.

Hakan had flown away from the field in a murder of crows. Back to his castle. Back to his home. It was...empty. Just like his chest. Just like his dead heart that did not beat within it.

As he stood in the empty hall, his head tilted upwards towards the high ceilings. The quiet would have been unsettling, but it seemed to be fitting for how he felt right now. There was nothing within him.

He looked away towards the statues and art that littered the floors and walls of the castle. The few things that had not been touched in the short amount of time he had known his progeny. He looked away from them and in the direction of the wing of the castle that Ezekiel had made his own. Then he made his way there, his feet dragging him before his mind could decide against it.

The proper reaction would have been to accept the loss and move on. Grief was not something he had ever had to process. It was not something that was in his nature. There was static in his head though as he stepped foot in the wing that Ezekiel had inhabited. Static that had caused him to break whatever was in his line of sight.

A table. A chair. Glass housing various items that he was sure the younger vampire would have loved to stay intact. But there was nothing but static.

Not until he fell to his knees and a guttural scream fell from his lips and into the dead air around him. Then another one. And another one. It felt like he was screaming until his voice was raw and then he would scream again. Another guttural scream that held every emotion he had kept bottled within himself for so many years.

It should have been him.

"Come back. Come back. Come back."

He had not breathed in a long time, but a breath left his mouth as he did nothing but cry.

It should have been him.

The statue seemed fitting for Ezekiel. Hakan had the thought that his dear progeny would have liked it. He was not sure how long he had stood there, but he had left eventually. He had left to where the young vampire had been before death had taken him the first time.

That Amaranthus graveyard was not his home, but it had been Ezekiel's. A hand pressed to the top of the headstone as he stood in front of it.

"At least I showed up, right?"

He looked at the writing on the headstone again, his hand lifting away. Resting atop the stone were a pair of diamond fangs that Hakan smiled at for a moment before he flew away.

Ezekiel Christopher Urquhart August 11th 1995 - September 30th 2022 Beloved Son, Brother, and Witch I am not there, I did not die

[ashrodisiac]

SOO i scrolled way back my notes and found this from, like, 2-3 years ago‼️‼️

[ 1 ]

Naora moved swiftly from one tree branch to another and glanced around. Something doesn't feel right. she thought, tugging on her hood. She heard the faint sound of rustling and whirled, but to her disappointment, nothing new greeted the eye, but the dark of the night.

"Hey Naora!"

"Holy crap!" she stumbled forward, clawing at the wood, one foot in the air. She slowly turned around. "Tyler." she said in a tone of disgust, rolling her eyes. "You know I could've died if I fell, right?"

Tyler shoved his hands in his pockets and smirked. "But you didn't, right?" he patted her shoulder. "Anyways, it's my shift now to watch over if any humans intrude. Ya know, with my night vision thing,"

"Wow, so cool. Night vision thing." Naora muttered sarcastically.

"It's better than having a tail. I mean, what does it even do? whap people in the face?" Tyler said, squatting down and pointing at the furred tail curled behind her left leg, peeking out her dress. She whipped it at his eye. "Agh!" he shrieked, holding his face. "I think I'm blind!"

"You did say it could whap people in the face, and it did."

"Ahh, whatever. One blind eye is probably better than having to poke a hole in your underwear so your tail fits out."

"Don't go there," Naora snorted. "I'm out. Have fun on your shift, night vision guy."

"Right. G'night, tail girl."

she gave him a slight shove and climbed down the branches, then hopped down at the very last step. "Naora," she heard. "What's wrong, Ki?" she asked. A girl a few inches shorter than her with unusual yellowish skin and curled, orange hair and fierce eyes with slit pupils stared up at her. "We've had several suspicions of a human wandering out here." she said seriously, crossing her arms. "You and me were assigned to find it."

"s'that so?" Naora rested her fingers on the handle of her dagger. "Let's hunt it down, then."

"I have no idea why I had been assigned with you, you who holds no strength, no intelligence." Ki sighed. "All you do is yada yada around here with your face-whapping tail, and yes. I saw that."

"Hey, atleast I have dagger skills."

"Whatever. For now, go to sleep to get ready for tomorrow."

"Noted." Naora passed by Ki and into a campsite-like place. She seated herself on a fallen log, decorated with plants growing out of it and watched the little girl Maria flap her colorful wings, reaching up into the sky and raising her arm up as if touching the stars and giggling, Roger chow down steak, his wolf ears twitching furiously at every little sound Maria makes, and everyone else. Terry and Cherry, the rabbit siblings began quarreling about whether lava was a liquid. Klara stepped forward, pushing them apart from each other. "Now, now, you two." she said with a gentle voice, smiling softly. "war makes it worse."

Naora sighed, sinking into her seat and closed her eyes, falling into a dreamless sleep.

[ 2 ]

"Naora! Naora! Ki! Roger! Everyone, wake up!"

Naora drowsily opened one eye, then another. It was still dark, the sky like a black canvas with tiny dots of white. Someone shook her. She looked up. "What do you want, Ty...?" she yawned. Ki was up, too, concern etched on her face. "Yes. What is the problem?"

Roger snorted awake. The bunny siblings were curled up, snoring. Klara was still asleep. But someone was missing...

"Maria's missing!"

Naora sat up. "What?"

"Weren't you on shift!?" Ki gasped, stumbling to her feet. Klara immediately opened her eyes as if she hadn't just been snoring lightly. Roger gritted his teeth. "Yeah. Weren't you on shift?" he growled. Tyler laughed nervously. "Well you see..." he shrugged. "I may have dozed off a little..."

"You're a half-cat, Tyler, you're supposed to be hyper energetic at night or something!" Klara yelled. Terry shuffled in his sleep, his bob tail twitching slightly. Ki buried her face in her hands. "This is why I don't allow people like you to go on shift..."

Naora's tail shivered. "Geez, stop stereotyping me!" defended Tyler, crossing his arms. "Look, we're wasting time. If we wanna save Maria from some killer human thing, we gotta be fast."

"Got a point there." Naora muttered. Without another word, Ki grabbed her leather bag and ran off. Klara picked the two little siblings up, still asleep, and followed behind her. Roger followed, too. Naora glanced at Tyler and shook her head. "You messed up real badly." she whispered, catching up with the others. "It must be that stupid human that wandered off here." Ki growled, balling her hands into fists. "I'll absolutely kill every single one of their kind."

"How do we know where we're going?" mumbled Tyler into Naora's ear. She harrumphed and walked faster to get away from him. He frowned. Even her, he thought. She pulled on her hood then looked down. "Wait!" she said. They all froze. She bent down and touched the ground, then rubbed her index finger with her thumb. "Fairy dust..." she gasped. "Maria was here!"

Ki joined Naora, squatting down next to her. She squinted at the ground hard. "She's right. There's a trail."

They all exchanged glances, and as if sharing the same mind, hurried to follow the trail of sparkling fairy dust. "Guys? what if this is a trap, though...?" Klara said, her breath shaky from carrying two children (still not awake) and running. Ki placed her hands on her hips. "If it is, we can still outsmart those dumb humans."

"Hey... guys? the trail stops..." Tyler walked up to a tree bark and pressed his palm on the ground. "The trail stops here-"

a net exploded from the leaves, caging Tyler. His eyes went wide. "Tyler!" screamed Naora, rushing to him. Ki grabbed her wrist. "Imbecile. It will get both of you trapped." she scolded, gesturing to another net hung sneakily in the leaves.

Klara slumped down, breathing hard, placing the two children down on the ground. "How do they sleep for so long?" she muttered. Roger's ears perked up, and he sniffed the air. "Do you guys 'ear that?"

"Their snoring?" Klara muttered, staring at Terry.

"Hear what, Roger?" Ki let go of Naora's wrist. Roger continued to prance around, nose in the air. "It's like... a little kid cryin'... and it smells like..."

he gasped. "Maria!"

"Is no one gonna help me here?" Tyler complained, clawing on the net. Klara patted Cherry on the head and chased over Roger along with Ki. Tyler gave a hopeful look to Naora. She rolled her eyes and sighed. "How'm I supposed to get you down, o night vision guy?"

"Your dagger, of course!"

"And how am I supposed to get up there?"

"It's simple, really..."

[ 3 ]

"Oh no, no, no, no, no, not at all am I gonna risk Cherry and Terry's life for yours."

"C'mon, tail-girl."

"I'm not gonna do that." Naora crossed her arms and glanced at the two children, still huddled up on the ground. Light was peaking out from the sky, it was turning five in the morning. The others had to find Maria. Tyler stuck his bottom lip out. "Pretty please with a cherry on top?" he pleaded.

She couldn't help but snicker. "you look seriously stupid right now."

"I could look stupid more often for you if you helped me down."

Okay, that crossed her mind the wrong way. She felt her face heat up and looked away. "Fine, whatever."

she gently shook Terry and Cherry awake. "Hey, you guys."

They slowly opened their eyes, stretching, yawning. "Where are we?" Cherry asked. Naora definitely didn't want to explain the whole thing. "Er... Tyler's stuck in a net and I uh..." she fiddled with some of her own stray hair. "I need you to go climb up there with my dagger and slice the net. It's okay if that's too hard for you."

Terry picked himself up along with Cherry, who crossed her arms. "Too hard?" she mused. "I don't think so."

Without a moment to spare, they both climbed up, fast as a flash, and was already on top. "Wait- you forgot the dagger-" Naora called. They ignored her and bared their fangs, biting into the string. Soon, the net was held up by one single thread, on the urge of breaking. Terry sank his teeth into it, and The net fell apart, and Tyler fell out. "Agh!" he rubbed his head, but then saw the look of awe on Naora's face and grinned. "See?"

"how did they not get caught by the net?"

"They're too fast to get caught."

"Remind me again that they're rabbit children."

Terry and Cherry dusted themselves when they got off. "Can you tell us where we are now?" they asked in unison.

Naora stiffened. "Oh... uh..."

. . .

Ki chewed her bottom lip. "Roger, are you sure you know where-"

"Quiet down- will ya? I'm tryna focus!"

Klara sighed. "Do you guys think Terry and Cherry'll be safe with-"

"Those two nuisances, Tyler and Naora? nah, course not." Roger groused. "Will you stop interrupting everybody?" Ki barked.

"Yeah, yeah, sure, bossy."

"Talk about bossy..." Ki whispered under her breath. She heard a faint sound of weeping. Roger's ears twitched. "She's somewhere near." he said, pushing through a bush. Klara spat on the ground, rubbing her tongue off. "I think I swallowed an ant..." she mumbled. Noises of screaming got louder to the point Roger had to pop his fingers in his sensitive ears. "Yup. Definitely Maria."

Ki's eyes sharpened. She gestured forward. "I see her."

They glanced at each other and ran. "Maria!" Klara gasped, staggering forward to the girl. Fresh cuts and bruises were everywhere on her body. A tight knotted rope dug into her wrists, and her legs were tied together, wings sliced. She gasped and sputtered, whined but couldn't form words. "What happened?" Ki asked, trying to untie her, trying not to be harsh, trying not to hurt her. Roger's ears quivered. Then his eyes grew wide. He tackled Ki, pulling her back. "Watch out!" he yelled. An arrow flew in the air where Ki had been. "I can manage by myself." Ki said as she pushed herself off him. Klara looked around in panic. "Are we being targeted?" she squeaked. Roger nodded. "We gotta go-"

"But what about Maria?" Klara said. "We just leave her here? like some maniacs?"

Ki's jaw tightened. "If we don't go, we'll-" she cut herself short. "Watch out Klara!"

Klara jerked her head southwards in search for any danger. An arrow came from the opposite direction. Roger lunged forward, but missed the arrow. It pierced through Klara's right arm, a clean shot. She howled in pain, clutching her shoulder. Maria screamed out. Ki gasped. Roger stared. Klara turned to Maria, breathing unsteady, and kept her fingers stumbling to untie the complicated knot as if she had not been shot. "Klara!" Ki said, pushing herself down, barely missing a flying arrow. "We can't leave a little girl in here... yet..." Klara breathed. Roger staggered backwards, an arrow merely missing his head. "We've got to GO!" he urged. "We'll all die!"

"No," Klara said, finally getting the rope off the little girl's wrists, pulling off the cloth tying her legs together. "Run."

Ki slung her arm around Klara and supported her up. Klara shook her head, sinking back down. "We can make it with you!" Ki insisted. Roger sighed and picked up Klara, set her on his back and gestured to Maria. "Minion girl, you take care of her."

Ki made an offended noise. "Minion? How?" she took the little girl by her waist and made an effort to not touch any of the scars.

"'cause you're yellow." he shrugged. "And short."

"..." Ki glared at him before running off, dodging arrows. A woman peeked out from the shadows and trees, barely in sight. Only her brown hair pulled up in a ponytail was seen, her face, however, was masked. Her arm was poised, ready to shoot another arrow. It was aimed at Roger. "Roger, I see the human. It's about to shoot you," Ki warned, glancing at the little girl in her arms. "You guys... are gonna die..." Klara muttered in Roger's ear as he swerved for a right. "I do love myself a motivational message." Roger grunted, struggling to keep Klara on his back. The human slowly vanished from view. "Where're we running to?" Ki asked.

"Hey, I'm following you!" Roger said. "How'm I supposed to know where you're running to?"

Ki rolled her eyes. "Seriously, I don't know where we're headed."

"You've lived in this forest the longest. How'd you not know your surroundings?"

"Well, I never did try exploring out here."

A blinding light shot through the trees. Roger shielded his eyes. "Where- where are we?"

Ki brought her long-nailed hand up and tore through the keep out tape, studying the new surroundings. Ki stumbled back. "Oh no, no. We can't be here..."

Roger glanced at her terrified look. "What? why?"

"Because..."

[ 4 ]

Tyler didn't know why she was still mad. Naora kept avoiding him. Terry and Cherry seemed to recognize the tension and kept quiet the whole walk. It was just silence, before Tyler broke it. "Why're you still mad at me?" Tyler sputtered. Naora stopped walking, but didn't meet his gaze. "You put Maria's life on the line. Who knows? maybe all of 'em are dead by now 'cause of you." she said glumly.

Tyler frowned. "But when I was stuck in the net, you were completely fine."

"What? you want me to get you stuck in another net?"

"Then would you forgive me?"

Naora looked away. "It shouldn't be me you're saying sorry to." her tail was lowered down. Her gaze averted to the sky. "I really hope they're okay."

. . .

"This is not okay."

"I didn't know angels looked so angelic..."

"What?"

Roger slipped Klara down his back and pressed his sweaty palm against her forehead. "She's going to die." he said, in a-matter-of-fact voice. "I didn't know that," Ki grumbled. A lake laid before them, green instead of clear. The smell of grass was strong, almost unbearable. Gloomy leaves hung down tree's thin barks. Ki laid Maria down on the grass. She coughed into her fist, blood spilling out. It dripped down her chin and on her stained and ripped clothing. "Klara's seein' angels," Roger said, with what seemed like genuine concern laced in his words, for the first time.

He touched the arrows stabbed in her arm, then lightly attempted to pull. She yelled out in pain, grabbing his wrist. "Don't." she whispered.

Roger's ears pricked up, and suddenly, he cupped Klara's mouth, and pressed his finger to his lips. Ki picked up on this, pupils dilating gradually.

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i cant tell if i should cringe or be genuinely impressed i wrote this 😭

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Fallen For Glory (Sinner!Adam x Reader)

CW: Glory holes, sex work, Oral (M receiving), fem masterbation Rating: Adult Summary: Seven months after your fated encounter with the First man, you struggled to get him off your mind. Even after a unexpected failed early extermination and the broadcasted slaying of Adam on the battlefield, you couldn't get him off your mind as rumors of him being reborn, sentenced to hell himself made it impossible for you to let go.

And then, sitting in the both of the shitty glory hole joint Valentino ran, you heard his voice once again. Rumors were true. Adam lived and your obsession was fueled by nothing more than the taste of him on your tongue.

This was the best day at the office...

Follow up to Crash Landings- reading not required

Adam walked through the seedy streets of hell, heavy bat wings held tightly against his back. He was wound up and ready to blow off some steam. Too many disgusting sinners had fucked with him since he had landed in hell and the last thing he wanted was to spend more time around them. 

“Fuck this shit,” Adam grumbled, ducking under an awning as the sky cracked with a bolt of lightning. Acid rain wasted no time in falling to the ground, burning sheets of water that would eat through flesh and clothes. 

Whatever this building was, music pumped inside promising a good time, or at least a better time than anyone caught outside in the rain was having. 

“Holes” was plastered on the door, though Adam didn’t bother reading the small text under it as he stepped inside. 

The room was dark, lit by neon lights. A woman behind a host booth that looked more at place in a restaurant eyed him. Her breasts were hardly covered, pressed up by the hard surface of the booth as she leaned forward. 

“Yoo,” She slurred her words, clearly drunk or high on something. “You’re the first man.” 

“Yeah?” Adam puffed out his chest and held his head high, letting the light reflect off the horns atop his head. “What’s it to ya?” 

“Nothing at all,” she shrugged, “if you’ve got the fee, we’ve got a hole for you to use around here somewhere.” 

You sat on the bench in the small room you rented. The dim lights filtered in as you listened to the hostess talk with the latest client. Hearing his voice, Adam’s after nearly a year had your stomach doing flips. 

Everyone knew he had died in the failed extermination a few months ago, but if he had been reborn in hell as a Sinner, no longer a winner, was little more than rumor. Hell had a lot of rumors and, more often than not, they were nothing more than tall stories. 

This time, the rumor was true. You struggled to believe it. 

Worse yet, you struggled to understand how excited that thought had made you. It wasn’t like you had wanted to lie with him when you had seen him so many months ago. It was something you did to survive, to help him through the damned pollen that was distorting his reasoning. The little bits of purple flowers that clung to his hair made it easier. 

Yet, you couldn’t get the damned first man out of your mind. 

“Right this way, sir.” you listened as the woman walked Adam the other half of your booth.

“How do I know she’s hot?” His voice filled the small room as he stepped inside. 

“It’s a glory hole, sir. It doesn’t matter if she’s hot. Just use her holes.”

“And it… it is a chick?” 

“Yes, sir.” You answered from your side of the wall. “I’m a chick.” 

“How does this work?” Adam walked deeper into the room, peering into your side through the holes in the wall. 

“You put your cock in the hole, she sucks your cock. You pay by the minute and then fuck off.” The woman answered before leaving, pulling the curtain closed behind her. 

“Okay then,” Adam said, voice sounding awkwardly unsure for the first time. Buckles clinked as he worked his pants open, grabbing his soft member in his hand. “Just ah, give me a second to get up and I’ll-” 

“You can just put it through,” you said, turning to face the wall. “I can do that for you if you’d like.” 

“Okay,” Adam hesitantly put his semi hard cock through the hole at a comfortable height for him. 

You licked your lips and moved forward, running your tongue along the side of him, starting from as close to his base as you could reach and moving toward his head, chasing him when he shifted away from you. 

Opening your mouth wide, you knelt down, letting his cock fall into your mouth. Lips wrapped around his soft shaft as you sucked on him. The salty taste of him coated your tongue as you rolled him around your mouth. You could feel each beat of his heart in the pulsing twitch of his cock. 

On the other side of the wall, Adam groaned, “Oh fuck.” 

He expanded, growing within the warm wet confines of your mouth. Soon you were stretching your jaw open, wrapping your lips around the solid shaft you remembered pounding into your cunt so vividly. 

What would he say if he knew it was you? What would he say if he knew you were wearing the same baggy sweatshirt and tiny skirt he had fucked you in before? 

You moaned around his shaft, reaching your arms forward, leaning against the wall on your forearms. Slowly, you pulled back as you sucked hard on his shaft. The head of his cock popped from your lips as Adam thrust his hips into the wall, trying to chase the warmth of your mouth. 

“Fuck, babe.” 

Adam’s voice reverberated through the wall. You could swear you felt it run up your arms and down your spine. Licking your lips, you eagerly delve forward for more, wanting to taste his pre-cum on his cock more than you wanted anything in your very short life and even shorter afterlife. 

The head of his cock was heavy on your tongue. You moaned, wrapping your lips around the ridge of his head and running your tongue over his slit again and again. You suckled the head of his cock, pulling forth beads of pre-cum as it was the sweetest nectar in the world. 

On the other side of the wall, Adam thrust his hips into the wall again and again, seeking the feeling of your mouth around his length. He groaned in frustration, fingers digging into the crumbling drywall. There was nothing he wanted more in the moment than to reach through the wall and shove your head down his cock.

A deep moan filled the rooms as you gave him what he wanted, sucking his length into your mouth. Each prominent vein on his shaft throbbed under your tongue as you traced it. 

“Fuck. That’s right,” Adam groaned, grinding his pelvis into the wall. “Suck it,” 

Bobbing up and down his cock, you did exactly as he said, working his length in and out of your mouth as he panted and moaned on the other side of the wall. You startled as you felt a hand gripping your breast, only to realize it was your own. 

Delicious pain sparked through you as you pinched your own nipple. The feeling of being used by the first man once again had heat rushing to your core. Your hands quickly followed. 

Fingers fumbled as you eagerly pulled your short skirt up, slipping one hand inside your panties. The feeling of him thrusting into your mouth again and again as you held steady, open and nose just almost touching the wall had your folds slick and sloppy. 

Never had you enjoyed your job as much as you were this day. Fingers ran over your clit, slipping through your folds and smearing the slick around as you drove yourself closer and closer to your own finish. 

“Does that- fuck!” Adam stuttered, arrogant voice carrying even in the height of his pleasure. “Fucking feel good?” 

You moaned around his length as he hit the back of your throat. Moving closer, you took him as deep as you could, coughing and sputtering as he thrust in again and again. Your lips pinched between the opening and his cock, pain chasing pleasure as your fingers matched his pace.

“You fucking like this, don’t you?” Adam said, thrusts growing irregular and sloppy. You were so close now to your own finish. “Fucking enjoying being a mouth for my fuckin cock, don’t you?” You moaned a gargled yes as he shoved himself back into your mouth. “Want the fuckin dickmaster’s cum down your throat like the needy bitch you are?” 

“Yeaguh,” you moaned, the answer cut off by his cock again. 

“Going to cum,” Adam said as his cock swelled, “down your disgusting sinner throat.” 

That shouldn’t have done it for you. It shouldn’t have been the thing to push you over the edge. It shouldn’t have, but it did. You moaned deeply, breath coming in short gasps in time with his thrusts. Numb legs convulsed, sending you forward. The wall caught you as his cock shoved deeper yet into your throat, hot ropes of cum spewing from the tip in a violent eruption. 

You coughed and choked on the salty cream of him, fingers still lazily stroking your sensitive clit, riding out the aftershocks of your orgasm as he thrust his last few spurts of cum into your mouth before pulling out of the hole. 

With your mouth free, you coughed and sputtered, clearing your throat of the seed that had gathered so that you could properly swallow him. On your knees, palms against the wall, you waited. 

“You’re good at that,” Adam said simply. You watched through the hole as he tucked himself away, working clasps and zippers. “Thank you,” he said simply before leaving. 

You’d find him again, you decided as your own leathery bat wings fluttered behind your back. You would find him and he would see that you belonged to him. He just didn’t know it yet. 

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[quietbluejay]

Angel Exterminatus Take 2 #18

this time: bluejay discovers to her dismay that she lied to both herself and all of you, my beautiful readers, about the existence of dreadnought mud wrestling, Fulgrim is once again Schroedinger's Nude (and also writhing and gelatinous), and Perturabo flies directly into a black hole

this is the last post proper of the book! there'll be one more to wrap up though

hey let's take a look into the psychology of our iron hands dreadnought

iron hands and night lords are united in this kind of thing apparently??? ngl reading this i'm like, how has THIS guy not fallen to khorne he's not exactly any better than kroeger it's not like being a loyalist gives your soul a protective anti-chaos talisman he doesn't care about the pathos of killing former brothers or honour or anything, he just wants to kill and then, across a battlefield, their eyes met

like a pair of, idk, bull elephants?, the two dreadnoughts slam into each other okay i misremembered there was no mud just Grendel coming in clutch with the melta to save Berossus RIP Bombastus and now it's time for Sharrowkyn to pick up the Ring the maugetar "hideous as it was to contemplate, it seemed his purpose and that of Perturabo were aligned" and he picks up a gun and fires at the stone, shattering it so, i guess the EC better pack it up, ascension ritual failed

the power rushes back into Perturabo but also some of it goes into Fulgrim

i- i thought he was naked already??? i don't even know any more

and that's how perturabo got his groove back

unfortunately, it was not done

perturabo backs away also there's a lot of screaming from the light

yeah so turns out he didn't need the maugetar or perturabo after all! he just needed someone to kill him after getting all the spirit stones

and that's when he starts snakeifying meanwhile perturabo's kind of depressed

that's a reaction all right

oh hey body horror

he's also got wings now! writhing and gelatinous…….

oh, shut up you might think, surely it's over now BUT NO

Fulgrim: byeee Fulgrim: I'll see you again and then he and the emperor's children team rocket blast off so it's just the iron warriors and iron hands left and the planet is tearing itself apart

does this count as for once making a decision to cut his losses and just go?

over with the Iron Hands, Tyro lets out a deep breath they actually managed to survive this one meanwhile their eldar guide is upset

surprise! he was a proto drukhari all along

so they were going to idk try to feed slaanesh the spirit stones in exchange for their lives? okay but also bruh why did you lead the SLAANESH CORRUPTED LEGION here? tyro doesn't really get what's going on but he gets that he got bamboozled

sure, fine, whatever so now comes the problem of how are THEY gonna get out of here also i note the planet is falling apart slowly enough for all this to be happening well on cue thamatica shows up with a bunch of storm eagles

did i miss something or did it not even cover how the iron hands got through the labyrinth at all i guess my theory was correct but still lol perturabo and the guys inside are out

but hey look who also survived

yes forrix somehow came back so they get back to the iron blood perturabo watches the world fall apart through the window

of course meanwhile perturabo doesn't know where fulgrim and the ec disappeared to nor does he care

he's so dumb

ookay let's go through the triarchs falk is now only answering to "THE WARSMITH" he's also got vibes now kroeger's somehow gotten more mature

so what IS perturabo gonna do

just the epilogue to go!

TemplarWarden: Look at that, Pertuabo bas grown as a character. Bluejay: has he? TemplarWarden: Instead of letting others make the bad decisions for him, or not making decisions at all. He's finally chosen to make his own bad decisions. Bluejay: you know what, you're right it's a step in the right direction, i guess

Lore: I'm sort of lost. Why did Perturabo join the traitors again? If he wants more 'normal' Primarchs to be with, the loyalists are at least unchanged in their particular brand of Imperial idiocy. Bluejay: he joined because he genocided olympia and was like "the emperor will never forgive me for this and even if he did, he shouldn't" huh it was some fortuitous timing this is why i've said before getting loyalist perturabo isn't too difficult he wouldn't be fixed, not by a long shot but it's not like Lion is fixed either… TemplarWarden: Yeah it's a really weird vibe If anything this would almost land better if he hadn't been a traitor at that point. Does he get anything after this book? Bluejay: honestly i think it'd be interesting to have loyalist perturabo have olympia revolt during the heresy or explicitly join the traitor side or something he pulls the same move and then just get lauded by everyone and then have him switch sides

coming back to this…would he have become a traitor without Olympia? I think it's possible, sure, even likely, but it's not an inevitability oh right gotta do the epilogue

yes he's alive in fabius' lab did fabius actually save him or bring him back? nope, he's just as puzzled as lucius lucius just randomly came back to life however first, the situation fabius' apothecarion is on fire

yeah it's our two imperial fists Fabius: Lucius! Help me~! save the gene samples Lucius: i don't want to Lucius: on the other hand might be useful to have him owe me a favour they end up saving one (1) sample, fabius successfully kills the fists, and they leave the burning room

he steps on something yellow and black and it crunches it's the tube of the one gene sample they saved and transferred there's something written on it

"Hon...Sou..."

and the book ends on that

I ran out of image space so the wrap-up will be next time once I figure out how to link discord gifs into tumblr because you all need to see the cute sneks

[madhousedarry]

The Omen: Legacy of Lunacy | Chapter 02

While this sublime spectacle was taking place above the skies of the glorious city of Jokyo, a story of a completely different kind was unfolding in the decaying town of Whorecouver, which shamefully huddles in the west of the vile country of Analda.

At that very moment, on the bank of a shit-hole river with the strange name of Phaser, sat a thirty-six-year-old guy who was dressed in a shabby black suit with a long red tie - the same as all the representatives of the bar association of the seedy town of Whorecouver.

The guy was squatting and looking at the dirty waters of the shit-river that flowed right in front of him. He could have even touched this water, he was sitting so close to it now, but his sense of beauty was so strong that just thinking about it made his face immediately distort into a grimace of disgust.

Words simply couldn't describe his feelings - they were too strong to be publicly revealed. But one thing was for sure - this guy hated the place he was in now. Hated it to such an extent that he was ready to do anything - even break the law. And that's exactly what he was preparing for now.

It's worth mentioning that this was far from the first time the idea of committing a crime had crossed his mind. And what thoughts! He had already managed to make a mess of things in Whorecouver, and, curiously, had never fallen into the clutches of the cops!

Whether evil forces favored him, or he had some rare ability to escape punishment, but whatever the case, Richard Nigel had never fallen into the hands of justice in his entire life. And that is why on this day he decided to commit another crime, which was to become the last in this city - the fact is that Dick decided to leave decaying Analda and escape to The Omen Ica, where, as he expected, he would finally be able to get into the world.

His plan was simple - to sail along the Phaser River to The Omen Ican town of Spermeattle and, as they say, to lie low there without any negative consequences. Dick Nigel didn't even think about the problems with crossing the border, because he looked at all these geopolitical hassles like a soldier looks at a louse.

He was much more worried about the river police chasing him, and he shouldn't forget about food for the trip either. Dick had already taken care of the latter - he had spent the last few weeks robbing grocery stores and hiding supplies right on the bank of the shit-hole river where he was currently sitting. All that was left was to find transportation, and that was it, half the job was done.

As for transportation, Dick had some thoughts on the matter. Or rather, they had occurred to him this morning, when he was sitting in his shelter, looking out the window that looked out onto the Phaser, and suddenly saw a small white launch moored to the shore.

This sight struck Dick so with its beauty that he was ready to run towards it at full speed that very minute, but out of a sense of cold calculation he waited until lunch, which made sense, since there is no better time to escape from vile Analda than lunchtime!

And that was why Dick was now sitting by the shore, casting inquiring glances at the boat, playing with his small dagger, which was a real work of art: its stainless steel blade was about twenty centimeters long, and the handle was worthy of a separate conversation, because in shape it resembled a gray humanoid demon with tightly knit legs, arms crossed on his chest, and remarkable gilded bat wings that grew from the demon's shoulders.

The image of this remarkable demon was completed by a snake, also gilded, which wrapped around his figure around his legs, belt and chest, and its small and detailed head rested on the blade itself.

Dick had a feeling he'd seen a composition like this somewhere before, and he remembered - of course, the exact same grey demon with a snake coiled around his body was on the cover of a 3D computer action game called "SeXeN II", the box of which he'd seen on the counter of a retro-game store! But Dick had never managed to play the game itself, for the simple reason that there was no room to put a computer in his tiny corner where he lived like a dog.

In a way, Dick felt sorry, because the last time he saw this game, the disc with it was sold at a fifty percent discount due to the fact that this game came out almost half a century ago. But since he was not a big fan of computer entertainment, preferring books to them, he regretted this only insofar as, especially since he hoped that, having left nauseating Whorecouver, he would still be able to make up for lost time and go wild, buy himself the coolest and most powerful computer and download the most accurate new releases of recent years from torrent trackers.

But now he had a completely different task before him: he had to get to the boat unnoticed and, having made his way on board, make sure that everything was in order and, having dragged all the food out of the nook, wave goodbye to the vile little town.

It was for this operation that Dick Nigel pulled out his dagger from his belt, which he was very proud of, because, as you might have guessed, he did not pay a penny for it, instead committing a daring robbery of an exhibition of bladed weapons, which took place a month ago in the Whorecouver center.

Although it was hard to call his act impudent - all he did was burst into the pavilion with lightning speed, smashed the display case with a quick and precise blow, snatched the dagger and immediately ran away. However, several strange circumstances later came to light, for example, it was completely unclear why the strange word "Megiddo" was written on the blade of the dagger, although there was no "Mega-beard" on this dagger - the demon figurine was devoid of any hair, so it is completely unclear why the gunsmith wrote such an idiotic name on it, and also made a bunch of mistakes in such a simple word. Shame and disgrace to the anonymous master!

Whatever the case, the robbery of the pavilion was accomplished in a matter of seconds, and Dick Nigel was proud of the fact that he managed to pull off the plan in such a way that the cops have never been on his trail since.

And so he was now the proud owner of a fancy bladed weapon that he hoped would serve him well in his one-year-old boat scam. It wasn't that he enjoyed killing, it was just that killing was the only surefire way to silence an unwanted witness.

And Dick had no doubt that this most unwanted witness would sooner or later stand in his way, because in the morning he had noticed two young guys on the boat, one of whom was a sullen brunette, and the other a cheerful blond.

There was nothing else memorable about these two, and therefore it was unlikely that anyone would look for them if both or one of them died after meeting his dagger, and their boat disappeared without a trace.

Thus thought Dick to himself, who, playing with his dagger, had already risen from the ground and was slowly, waddling, walking towards the cutter. Coming closer to its sides, he stopped and listened - not a sound came from the deck, which Dick considered a good omen, or, as the Romans liked to say, "omen".

Then he looked up at the stern of the boat: there stood one of those two, namely the cheerful blond. Dick saw him from behind, so he couldn't make out his face, but it was obvious that this guy had eaten a lot of porridge as a child, and not only that, judging by his hips, which were a bit wide for a man.

The blond was dressed all in black; in addition, he had a small guitar case of average quality hanging on his back… In short, he was a typical student who, as Dick understood, had gone to the river to drink with a friend and play guitar.

And at that moment Dick Nigel was so filled with hatred for this guy that without thinking twice he climbed over the side of the boat and stepped onto its deck. The student was apparently hard of hearing, because he did not hear Dick's steps, and he turned around only when the latter had already come close to him and was preparing to strike with a dagger, which was supposed to solve the problem with the unwanted witness.

The guy, seeing an unfamiliar man in a black suit and red tie walking towards him, suddenly turned so pale that he looked like a wax figure, which, as Dick knew, was the main attraction of Madame Chlusso's museum. The blond backed away, but tripped over some box and fell right at Dick's feet.

"Brother!" he suddenly shouted as Dick leaned towards him.

"Don't call me brother, the Beast can't have a brother!" Dick muttered through his teeth a phrase he had overheard in some shitty horror movie about shotaboys, which, I think, was called "Damned: The Fuck Omen 2".

With these words, Dick Nigel plunged his dagger into the guy's throat. The wheeze that escaped the blond's mouth was sweeter to him than the sexiest moans in porn movies. Not because Dick had a hard-on for guro or dismemberment, but only because his success in his mission to escape from the dirty town of Whorecouver depended on the death of this fat chubby.

As they say, nothing sexual, just criminal! Dick twirled the blade of the dagger in the blond's throat with pleasure, feeling through the blade how the unfortunate man's Adam's apple moved up and down with each turn of the blade.

When the poor guy's throat finally stopped wheezing and silence set in, Dick did not deny himself the pleasure of pulling the dagger out of the victim's body and wiping the blade on the black T-shirt of the now dead student.

Then Dick, after thinking for a moment, hid the dagger in his belt and, straining himself, lifted the corpse of his recent unwanted witness above his head and threw it overboard like a sack of potatoes.

The distinct splash of water overboard, as the killer hoped, was still not loud enough for anyone on the shore to hear it, but after all, Dick had not been sitting there all morning, patrolling the area for passers-by for nothing! In other words, no one saw the murder and its aftermath.

At least, that's what Dick thought, who in the heat of his anger didn't even notice that the murdered man's friend, that same sullen brunette, was standing at that very moment on the shore not far from the barn where Dick had been hiding.

Apparently, the cry that the blond man let out before his death managed to reach his ears, and so when he saw that the body of his friend (or maybe his brother, if you believe the words of the murdered man?) was thrown overboard, he, without a second's hesitation, pulled out his Zoppo mobile phone and began dialing the number of the coastal police.

But Dick Nigel didn't see any of this, because after throwing the blond's body overboard, he immediately forgot that he really needed to bring the supplies he had stolen from the supermarkets on board the boat, and instead immediately began to prepare the boat for immediate departure. First, he opened the gas tank hatch and made sure there was enough fuel in it.

"Well done, students, you took care of this for me," he thought, feeling a surge of adrenaline.

Then he looked into the battery compartment - everything was in its place.

"Well, I think everything will be fine," he whispered.

With these words, Dick took the key, which he had previously pulled out of the dead man's pocket, and, inserting it into the ignition, turned it a couple of times with hands trembling with excitement.

The first attempts were unsuccessful - the engine only wheezed, like that blond before his death. Dick felt fear squeeze his heart.

"What am I doing wrong?" he muttered with a fear that was not characteristic of him.

However, Dick wasn't going to give up, remembering his father's words: "Don't panic, sonnie, just figure it out." Encouraging himself with this memory, Dick reached for the fuel priming handle and began to turn it.

It seemed like it would never end, but eventually he finally felt the pump fill. Dick put the key back in the ignition and turned it harder.

"Hurray, we're off!" he couldn't help but shout happily.

Yes, the engine came to life and started, and the sound of it filled Dick with pride. Without bothering to check the instruments, which he understood no more than an octopus understood perfume, he quickly put the gear into gear, and the boat he had won in an unfair fight slowly sailed away from the shore.

He didn't know where to sail. More precisely, he knew the destination, but he had no idea what routes he would take to get there. But in his head there was a feeling that there had been nothing more unusual in his life than this trip on the river.

He even forgot to watch his course and speed. He just floated forward, and everything was fine - until a sound like a mosquito buzzed in his ears. It was so faint and distant - but still, it made Dick flinch in surprise…

And then it dawned on him: it was the coast police! They were still far away, judging by the volume of the sound, but sooner or later they would catch up with him! With this thought, he pressed the accelerator sharply to increase the engine power.

Alas, it was too late - as expected, the coast police boat was approaching quickly. It was already very close, and Dick realized - now he would be caught. And then he remembered about his dagger.

"We'll have to take out a couple of cops," he muttered through his teeth, pulling the blade from his belt.

He decided that he would defend his freedom to the last. But, as it turned out, he overestimated his strength. When the coast police boat was very close and its nose poked into the side of Dick's boat, he realized that he could not physically withstand five thugs armed with pistols.

One of the cops was already on deck, and his gun was pointed straight at Dick's face. The latter didn't even have time to get scared - he just felt a blow to the neck with a rubber baton, which was dealt to him by the second cop who came to his partner's aid, and that was it, it was over as quickly as it had begun. Dick lost consciousness.

[burningfeathersx]

Vox could have his sparking minute.

While the two biblical kaiju have a continued throw down.

Lucifer only holding onto the base thought that Vox was right there and he needed to keep them both far away from that. Little else. The Lake in the area was quickly becoming more water and ice flows than sheets of it.

At some point, Lucifer's other horn on humanoid head is broken off. The exposed core of it bleeds blue. Bull head's jaw is broken. Stan's claws cut rows into jaguar face. Pitchfork is taken from him and put through thigh.

Stan is barely taking damage. Whatever he does take gets quickly healed. Even the gut-mouth stops bleeding after long in the midst of the fight. Not entirely healed, but not much of a problem either. Not like it all was for Lucifer.

Pitchfork is hurled away. Lucifer draws on the link of the contract and emboldens the next thrown punch with gold colored lightening that does manage to send Stan upward into and onto the spikey ceiling of the plane. This does significant simultaneous damage enough to give Stan a pause.

Lucifer is quick to realize he's knocked loose the many stalactite formations into falling loose. Forces him to turn away and extend metallic wing to put Vox in shade. The shield feathers bounce the deadly rain off harmlessly. Some of them scrape exposed parts of himself.

None of his pain registers like it should.

Stan took advantage of that turn away. Changing his mass to get loose of the ceiling and land in a large splash that drives the waters up and over Lucifer's form--freezing the wave of water soon as it hits the Fallen. Encasing him in several miles of ice that encapsules even the unusual halo. Though the extended wing does not, it grows limp, drawing in and falling down.

"That's enough fun time for babies." Stanley announces while examining some of his newfound holes by twiddling claws through them. Then settled his stupid big form into it's usual gut-mouth height in the water. "It's nap time now."

And, in the most anti-climatic of ways, proceeds to do just that. Take a fucking nap. Mouth back to doing it's instinctive consumption of Lake souls. To process them into new amalgam demons.

Unable to move himself in the larger form, the smaller avatar of himself that everyone was used to interacting with on a personal level re-manifests near Vox on the ice.

YELLING without words in frustration. Two of five eyes on the large Stanley crack open in irritation before closing again. Unconcerned with that shit there.

Lucifer breaths hard, coughs a little blood, and settles down. The damage had come with him from the larger to the smaller. Can't put much weight on his leg, but he offers one of his bleeding palms down and out to Vox. Nothing more to do here.

Vox tensed and twitched at that fucking name again. Wished he could block it out. It made him weak and unsettled. Though his current damaged body wasn't doing him any favors, either.

The poke of giant claw had the media overlord falling back down to the ground with a hiss of pain as he tried to clutch and cover the wound that was still bleeding. His arms were near useless, twisted in angles they shouldn't be and wires torn and sparking, synthetic skin torn heavily in places. When Lucifer suddenly moved and attacked, Vox's glitched eyes widened a fraction, trying to will himself to move before Stan would collapse on him. Thankfully, that didn't happen.

But his own pride felt like it was submerged in ice. The cables from his back at least managed to pull him up from the ice floor. He needed to get out of the range of the fight for now. With the cables, at least he could crawl out of the way until he regrouped. Angry tears welled up in the corner of his eyes at his defeat. What made him think he could do anything about any of this? He could feel the contract shimmer from his thoughts, but he weakly held onto it.

He just - he just needed a minute.