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merbear25 · 3 months ago

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Hey! ☺️ I hope everything is going well with you 🩷

Maybe day 26 with Shunsui Kyoraku?

Let it be a woman, and maybe mention a "safe word" and something with pegging/anal play?

Thank you! Have a wonderful day 🩷🎉

Heyy! This was quite fun to write and was a bit out of what I'm used to, so I hope you like it 💜🧡

Whips, chains, and blindfolds: you’d been waiting for the day to push further into the world known for leather bondage and dominating roles. The more you and Shunsui spend behind closed doors, the more vivid your wildest fantasies become.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, established relationship, dominatrix (w/ safe word, traffic light system for BDSM), pegging, anal play (anal beads, fingering)

Let me take the reigns (Shunsui)

The dim light washed the room. Shadows played at each curve of yours being hugged by the latex dress. The dull reflections of the light only added to your beauty as you stepped towards him. He leaned back on the bed, spreading his legs in preparation for your commanding touch.

His chest rose and fell as you climbed onto the bed. You crawling up to him like a lioness about to devour her prey had his heart pounding. Such soft features having a darkness to them was a sight to behold. Your beauty knew no bounds and the effect you had on him was like no one else had managed; that grip dragged him deeper into the bottomless pits of twisted desires.

As much of a lady chaser he was, his heart wasn’t immune to belonging to someone, and that look in your eyes held it prisoner. The holding cell you kept it in was one he’d never dream of escaping. Under that wild glint in your eyes when behind closed doors made each visitation one to remember.

Your hands trailed up this inner thighs. Those perfectly manicured nails scraped at his skin lightly, their dark colors setting a lip biting contrast against his skin tone.

The view down your dress caused a faint smile to tug at his lips. Your soft breasts being presented in a deceivingly delicate manner made him absentmindedly lick his lips. That gentle sway of your hips, the light glistening off of the skimpy outfit, the crescent shapes you left behind the more you scaled up his body: what a devilish charm you had, one which bewitched him beyond measure.

“Oh, darling, you’re really something, aren’t you?” His eyes were hooded and his voice was gravelly.

Your fingers ran over the bulge between his legs. The touch you offered started off gentle but grew rougher, more urgent the harder he got.

“Take this off.” Your command was cool, its icy delivery prickling as his bare flesh. Hurriedly, he did as he was told. Because of how well you’d trained him, anything you deemed as misbehavior would end in consequences which would leave him blue balled.

The tips of your polished nails lightly caged around his balls, his breath hitching in his throat, that subtle quake of his lower body: you couldn’t help but relish the sight of him unraveling this quickly. Every part of you yearned to bring him to the brink of insanity just to tease the idea of release.

“Have you been good?” You hummed.

His brow furrowed as your index finger drew lines up and down his cock. The nod he gave was timid due to the shaky breaths escaping from him. “Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, ma’am.” The fog thickened in his mind the more you teased him.

“And such a good boy deserves some type of reward, would you agree?” Your smile held a mischievous hue to it, while he breathlessly agreed. “Then just keep being good and I’ll give you everything you want.”

Your hands caressed his ass, spreading it to give yourself enough space to taunt him with your thumb. Easing the tip of it in and out was making his length twitch for you. He truly was behaving well, well enough for you to give him a little more.

You reached over to grab the anal beads. His eyes fluttered open just in time to witness you deepthroating them. Your tongue swirled around the freshly washed orbs, coating them in your saliva—a natural lubricant. With them popping out one by one from your luscious lips, a trail of spit followed each one to the next. Placing it at his entrance, your moans intertwined with his as you pushed the first bead in.

The spit coating the string of beads, seeped around his hole. You leaned down to spit more of your hot saliva onto him to allow for easier entry.

“You’re so needy today.” Those words swirled around him, pulling him deeper into madness. With each orb being pushed into him, he gasped softly and gripped at the sheets. His cock twitched as the precum glistened at the head.

“You look good enough to eat.” A low growl passed your lips as your eyes devoured the sight of him. Such a large man, one with a rugged yet soft complexion, and you had him whimpering under your touch.

His huffs turned into labored pants. The flush on his cheeks deepend and his bottom lip quivered. “D-darling, you’re really testing my limits here…” he breathed.

“Oh? Do you want to use that special word?” You knew that he had more to give you, but you couldn’t resist hanging it over his head.

“No, no… I can handle it.” A deep groan rumbled in his throat as you pushed another bead in. The precum began trickling down the head, as if knowing it fell under your watchful gaze. You wanted to lick it up so badly but held back for the time being. You wanted to hear him beg for it.

Slowly, you pulled each one out of him. As they popped out, they sent waves of euphoria through him. His legs trembled and his moans were soft; he was right where you wanted him.

Your fingers caressed his aching hole, soothing it for a moment before giving into your own need to stretch him out, to feel him around you. You gave a few tender pumps into him, which was just enough to whet your appetite.

“More…,” he whimpered. “Don’t stop.”

“Hmm, I guess you’ve earned it.” A sensuous promise hung in the air, while you went to pull out the main event.

His eyes glazed over from the glimpse of its black rubber. The lazy gaze he held on you stayed with every one of your movements: you unzipping your dress, exposing the lacy lingerie and thigh high stockings. “You’re gorgeous.” A weak yet genuine smile appeared on his flushed complexion.

“You’re such a sweet talker.” You winked.

The leather straps hugged at your curves, giving you even more of a voluptuous silhouette. Your hands pinned his thighs back. You spat down at his needy hole to lather it in even more of your intoxicating scent.

As you pushed in, he tossed his head back. The slight arch in his back bucked you deeper. He white knuckled the sheets the more your pace increased. His gasps and moans became shrill as you forced him to his limit.

“I-I can’t!” He cried out. “Pineapple, pineapple!” He issued his yellow card—a warning that he needed you to proceed more tenderly.

You slowed your pace, not daring to cross this boundary. Your hands roamed over his stomach and hips, massaging his spasming form in hopes of bringing him some soothing agent.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” you cooed at him affectionately, while slowing your pace tremendously.

There were moments that he frustrated himself with his body's lack of compliance. His heart and soul were owned by you and yearned for you to take him, however roughly you craved him that day, but his physical body couldn’t keep up with you.

But those hands of yours. When they washed over him, he could feel himself slipping, and as you spoke to him - your voice like velvet - it made him desire you in ways beyond his understanding.

He nodded at you and gave you permission to continue. You proceeded, carefully working yourself back up to the pace you’d originally set. This time his body was fully adjusted. His desperate moans and pleas for you were causing your movements to grow more frantic. The slapping of your leather strapped hips against his skin flooded the room.

The tip darkened from the blood rushing to it. You couldn’t keep yourself from tasting him and ran your finger over the head. He gave a shaky exhale and groaned for you as the sticky substance that’d been lathering the tip coated part of your tongue. Your hand then wrapped around his length, pulling and tightening around it.

The edge was within reach. A promise into blissful oblivion swirled around him. Its whispers coaxing him to let go for you swarmed his mind, pushing out any other thoughts. His stomach heaved, and with a sudden thrust upward, he splashed your hand and himself with seemingly endless streams of cum.

You made sure to continue pumping into him to help him ride out that long sought after climax. Your thrusts lessened, eventually stopping all together. He was a complete and utter mess—barely able to catch his breath.

“Such a mess you’ve made.”

His voice was ragged, “I couldn’t help it. You make it damn near impossible to hold back.”

Your hand gently washed over his hips again, savoring how he shuddered from your touch before pulling out of him. Seeing him completely destroyed with the pleasure you gave him was fulfilling in more ways than one.

As he laid there, you went to his side. Trailing kisses up his arm, you relished that subtle appreciation he gave to your affection. He wrapped you in his arms��one of the best ways for you to end a heart pounding session.

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little-emerald-snake · 1 year ago

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Flogging - Sebastian Sallow X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

It’s my Birthday Special! 🎈🎉🥳

This is basically just a fantasy of mine played out with our lovely Sebastian in honor of my bday ✨

Warnings: au, dom/sub dynamic, bondage, mentions of alcohol use, flogging, praise, pussy spanking as punishment, fingering f receiving, after care lightly implied but not directly written

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Sebastian sat back in the plush cobalt chair, his brown eyes roving over his subs beautiful naked body that he’d very carefully tied into a leapfrog bondage tie. Her body folded forward, legs tied to a spreader bar where her hands had been pulled down between her legs and also tied between her legs to the bar, the majority of her weight on her knees and shoulders.

She was already wet, sitting patiently and looking forward obediently. She knew exactly what he wanted from her, he wanted her to do her best today. He promised her that if she really truly wanted to push her boundaries today that he would. But she needed to be unafraid of using her safeword, willing to communicate her needs, and be able to tell him exactly what she wanted.

He took a sip of his whiskey before gently setting the glass beside him on the table. His freckled hand wrapped tightly around the cobalt blue and midnight black leather flogger, lifting it as he stood from the chair.

His boots echoed in the room as he circled her slowly, admiring her submissively bound body like she was prey offered up on a platter. He stopped in front of her, pleased that her eyes remained on the floor. “Look up at me, my love.”

She obeyed immediately, letting her eyes roam their way up over his brown boots, black jeans, light blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and black vest. She only stopped once she met his eyes, the most impeccable brown orbs shining back at her.

He brought the flogger forward, hanging its many tresses teasingly in front of her face. “Is this what you want me to use, my love?”

She nodded, eyes sparkling with a need that had his stomach tightening. He stepped closer, bringing the flogger up, delicately tracing the tresses over her neck, around her shoulder, onto her back, stepping around her to drag it gently down her backside. “Tell me where you want me to hit you with this.”

She swallowed thickly around the words that she wanted to say. She knew this wasn’t the time to be silent, knowing if she couldn’t communicate that he wouldn't provide her with what she so desperately wanted. “I want you to do it to my back, and my ass, maybe a little on my pussy.”

He hummed, unsatisfied. “Do what to those places? You’ll need to be very specific darling. I need you to use big girl words. No tiptoeing around this.”

She swallowed, face heating when two of the tresses traced up her thighs, between her legs. “I want you to flog me in those places. Flog my back and my ass. Flog my pussy too, but I may need that to be gentler than my back and my ass.”

He chuckled lowly, walking a slow circle around her, letting the tresses barely dance across her skin. “Good girl. I knew you had it in you to ask for what you want. Isn’t that right? My capable girl?”

She nods, swallowing. When she looks up at him expectantly he tsks her. “Here I thought you knew my rules, darling. Do you need a reminder on what those are?”

Her face paled and she shook her head. “N-no sir.”

He clicked his tongue, clearly dissatisfied. “Now you’ll follow the rules but you forgot them so easily when you were getting your way. I personally think you need a reminder since you so easily forgot to use your words and address me properly.”

She swallowed harshly as the flogger dropped from his hand, hitting the ground in front of her with a thud. A shiver ran up her spine when he stood beside her, bending over so she could see his face, his hand disappearing behind her. “You’re gonna learn to use your words and you’re going to address me correctly from now on. Instead of counting you’ll say ‘Thank you, sir.’ with every spank. And you’ll use your safeword if you need it. Understood?”

She nodded and felt a bit of relief. “Yes sir. I understand.”

Sebastian nodded in satisfaction, bringing his hand quickly to slap against her pussy. A sharp intake of air was the only sound in the room after his flattened fingers made contact with her sex but she quickly spoke up, realizing that it wasn’t her ass he would be spanking. “Thank you, sir.”

He hummed with satisfaction, grinning at how well she was following the rules now. He spanked her a total of five times on her pussy, each just a bit harder than the last. With each spank came the wobbly sound of her voice thanking him.

When he was done his fingers thrusted inside of her, expertly finding the spongy wall that had her gasping in pleasure, massaging it briefly to cause a rise of pleasure.

As quickly as he began he stopped, sliding his slick soaked finger to her mouth, pleased when she obediently opened her mouth to suck them clean. “That’s such a good girl. Love seeing your pretty little lips wrapped around me.”

He stood up, pulling his licked clean fingers from her mouth and bending to pick up the flogger once again. He had a comfortable grasp on it, swinging its weight around easily in his hand.

The sight had her clenching her thighs together as best as she could. He looked positively in charge from above her. He stepped around behind her, making her nerves jump with excitement. “Ready, my pretty girl? No counting these, I just want you to enjoy.”

She nodded, wiggling her hips teasingly in the air. She was nervous and anxious but had wanted to try this for so long that she was determined to not let her nerves get the best of her. “Y-yes sir.”

He chuckled, bringing the flogger down across her ass with one sturdy hit. It was both gentle and intense all at the same time. Heat spread through her body, pooling near her abused cheek and between her legs.

Another smack resounded across the room, signaling another hit. This one had her uttering a breathy moan and lurching forward. It didn’t hurt, stung a bit but the heat it caused to flood the area had her growing wet between her thighs.

Sebastian seemed to notice this too, groaning as he brought the flogger down against her again, this time across her back. She looked so incredible right now. Tied up for him this way as he spanked her exactly the way she’d asked him to do. “Fuck. You look incredible like this, love. So fucking pretty. Especially this soaking little pussy. Your juices are fucking leaking down your perfect thighs.”

As if to emphasize his words he brought the flogger across her thighs this time, causing her to inhale sharply. This experience was everything she’d ever wanted. The pain and the pleasure was leaving her pleasantly tingling and euphoric.

His next hit came down on her thigh but the tails of the flogger hit her pussy which had an explosive moan pushing from her lips. “Fuck! Yes!”

Sebastian growled, adjusting his stance as he went to strike her again. Her eyes squoze shut as her nerves flared, pleasure and pain signals getting lost in the crossfire, causing her to dribble slick between her legs.

The flogger came down across her thigh, also hitting her pussy just like last time and she arched, pushing her hips out, seeking the pain of the flogger again. “S-Seb! Please…”

He groaned, hard as steel in his black jeans as he swung again. “I know, pretty girl, be patient. I can’t go too hard or it’ll hurt for you later.”

She whined pathetically, eagerly seeking more as she jutted her hips backward. She was desperate for friction at this point, so hot and riled up that maybe just spanking her would tip her over the edge. “Seb please! More…I can take it.”

Their eyes met and a silent conversation took place between them. She was serious. Turned on but still lucid enough to be in control and aware of her body. He swallowed hard, pulling his hand back a bit farther. “Fine. You want it hard? Then you can have it.”

Her eyes sparkled as he reared back, bringing the leather flogger down harder this time directly on her pussy. Sparks went off behind her eyes and she let out something akin to a yelp and a moan.

Sebastian evaluated her response, seeing her return to jutting her hips back, eager for more. He swung again and she rocked as far forward as her bonds would allow. Her pussy spasmed and a broken cry left her throat.

At first he’d thought he’d hurt her, dropping the flogger and dropping to his knees to check on her. She looked up at him, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed in post orgasmic bliss. “T-that was so…intense.”

Relief washed over him and he breathed a sigh of relief, pushing her hair out of her face and kissing her gently while his fingers worked on the ropes keeping her tied to the bar. “You did absolutely incredible, love. You even came for me. Such a good girl.”

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hyunfilms · 1 year ago

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blue side of the sky (lmh) | 17.5 [cloudy days] san

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—17.5 [CLOUDY DAYS] san's thoughts

—WORD COUNT: 0.6k

—ON ROTATION: anything 4 u - lany

San looks at you and he can't help but smile. Because when he looks into your eyes, for the most part, he only sees the sun, the stars and all simple things that make life beautiful.

When it comes down to everything, San tries to be neutral. He does. Especially when he knows he can't be involved and needs to step back.

But, he hates this.

He really hates seeing you hurt, and he hates that you've been crying. That things have changed so drastically, that you've been sad time and time again. That life hasn't been so friendly. Sometimes, he doesn't understand how the universe works and why sweet, gentle souls like yourself ever had to go through things like this.

Initially, San was really interested in you. He was, he won't sugarcoat that. He saw you and thought you were incredibly beautiful. There was something about the way you carried yourself, something in the way you gracefully moved. He would have never guessed you would have gone through the things you went through if he hadn't known JJ and them. So yeah, he did want you at one point. He still feels those feelings lingering, but in the time he's gotten to know you, he's realized how much your friendship matters the most.

How much you need him there as a friend.

And San will gladly push his feelings aside to be there. The more he got to know you, the more he understood how much of a genuine, pure person you were. You saw beauty in simplicity, joy in the littlest things, and the sun through the dark clouds. He can only imagine what you've gone through, and he doesn't wanna seem like he pities you— but he knows you need the support more than ever.

When you called him that night, he truly did panic. He wasn't sure if you got hurt again, if something terrible happened [god forbid], but he heard the shakiness in his voice and couldn't help but think of the worst possible scenario. He was glad you called though, because he wanted to be there no matter what. He's glad you're comfortable enough to turn to him because he feels the same way, and he feels like you've supported him in the short amount of time you've really gotten to know him. He just wants you happy, and he'll make sure to help you get there.

Whatever that looks like.

He was glad he could help calm you down and be of some sort of guidance, support. Hopefully, in the end, this means the end of all this. Hopefully, this means your friends finally understand where things went wrong, where things could've gone better. Everyone is just going through growing pains, trying to navigate this new leaf, this entirely new chapter in life; especially for you. But he means it when he says he knows they tried. It's just unfortunate that everything played out the way it did, and of course, it does hurt a bit to know that San was there for you in ways Minho could have been.

He'll pause though, and he'll shove that in the back of his mind. Dust it under the rug. He knows you'll always have love for Minho, just as he for you.

There is history there that he cannot compare to.

He just really, really hopes Minho will learn and grow. Not only for you, but for himself. To be better moving forward, overall. Because for the first time, behind that sun, the stars and all simple things that make life beautiful, he could see the pain, the hurt, the fear mixed within— threatening to darken all that gold you hold in those orbs.

And all he wants is for you to be happy.

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lumenflowered · 8 months ago

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Pelipper mail! A dream of a life now filled with heartbreak, yet still surrounded by unimaginable beauty.

Mithalas is dead, and yet, you endure. You drift between the stacked pods that form its buildings, letting your eyes wander across the seemingly endless expanse that should be bustling with life, and yet is not. To all sides, above and below, all around the central rock, the houses protrude like mushrooms from every surface.

Some are cracked open from accident or age, and terrible fanged eels have taken up residence within. You avoid those, and dodge as well the acidic orbs spit by the countless frogs. Nothing else lives in this enormous cavern. Nothing but monsters, and frogs… and you.

Still, you persist. You explore every home you can find an opening to, because maybe, just maybe, there could be a survivor. Maybe there could be someone like you, who has lived among these ruins like you lived among the remnants of two other races, far away.

You find no survivor. Only frogs, and biting bugs swarming from the long abandoned pots, and a few well preserved mushrooms of swirling hues, labeled with a note in that same language you have seen spread across Aquaria. Rainbow soup, the note mentions, and calls it an escape.

There is no need to escape from spitting frogs, or scary yet sedentary eels. Though you can cook soup and often find yourself invigorated thereafter to swim with new agility, you have no need for your concoctions here, where the danger is small. So you swim onward, still exploring every building along your path.

In the distance, an enormous jellyfish looms, darkening the waters through its translucent red-violet bulb. You keep your distance, but make a mental note to return to that part of the city should the currents carry it onward.

Finally, after you have toured what seems like all the city, you come to a door set into the central rock itself. At first it is much like any other, an unlocked way to a building inside, still decorated in that clean blue and gray palette of gentle curves and circles… but when you swim inside, something clicks in your mind.

You have been here before.

In this exact room of this exact house, here in the city of Mithalas, you stood in this spot as a child, and you watched your mother cook you dinner. You were here.

And yet your mother’s face, even in this vivid flash of memory, is indistinct. You recall nothing except her height, her clothing, the soothing sound of her voice as she talked and as she sang… but you have not seen her in far too long. You remember that for a while, in your prior life, you had once wondered whether you ever had a family at all.

What happened to her? Why can you remember these precious fragmented images of your mother, but not the tiniest speck of a father?

When were you here? Did you live among the people of Mithalas, before it fell to ruin? Are you truly one of them? Are you a survivor? And if so… does that mean your family perished in whatever catastrophe left this place abandoned?

The questions flood your mind and threaten to overwhelm you. Already you can feel tears pulling at the corners of your eyes, as you let yourself drift slowly to the cool tiled floor. This, finally, not the beasts outside, is what makes you wish for escape.

And so you push yourself upward, to the perfectly intact kitchen countertop, and you start preparing a bubble of soup. The work calms you, gives you a sense of connection to your mother, your history, after all this time… and connection as well to that unnamed scribe who provided you with a local Mithalan ingredient to top it off.

The rainbow mushrooms crumble in the hot soup, and lend the whole bubble their color. When it is ready, you swim across the room, leaving your tears behind where you had stood, and you taste your creation. It’s good, despite the age of the shrooms. It’s warm, and earthy, and the slight bitter tang is masked under the broth…

It’s not food poisoning that you feel next. There is no churning, upset feeling in your gut, no discontent from your body at all, only a blurring of your vision as swirls of rainbow creep in from the sides of your perception. The whole world feels like but a dream, and you feel as if you’ve been dreaming for centuries, lost to the waves as countless unimaginable sights stream past you. All around, the rainbows coil and twist and threaten to overwhelm your eyes, but never quite, just as the static frame of the Mithalan ceiling also never quite manages to bring itself back to focus and awareness.

There is no way of knowing how long you spend there, captive to the brilliant, wondrous visions. Every second feels like months within the rainbows’ grip, and yet through it all, you are at peace. You understand why your departed benefactor left you their gift, why it was an escape from a time of turmoil during a once great city’s decline. You understand the truth of the universe and beyond, so you think during the endless dream.

At some point, perhaps you fall asleep in reality. The vibrant colors fade away, and for a while you are plagued with nightmares: swimming upward through pitch black waters, always chasing after your mother’s fins, daring not to look behind both out of fear of what you might see pursuing and fear that you might lose track of your mother’s guidance… avoiding the only pinpricks of light around you, for each one could be the lure of a ravenous beast, and daring not to call out in song amidst the silence as even the sound of your webbed feet frantically swimming could attract the attention of horrors below…

You dream of your childhood, and you dream of terror. You dream of your mother’s song, and you dream of wrath divine. You dream of hiding and of pursuit. You dream, as the mushrooms promised, of escape.

And then you wake, and find yourself in Mithalas again. An adult again. Alone, again, as you always have been.

[And when you wake again, you find a near perfect polished sphere of red crystal, cracked in half, and the inside smells faintly of salt and blood.]

I tru ly thought that I had seen the end of these .

...How does soupwork under wa ter ?

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in-the-noise · 8 months ago

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"describe a place you think is beautiful"

-- beavie

unofficial issue #9 this is a completely unedited freewriting exercise that took me around 30 minutes to handwrite, the first "real" writing i've done in a while. (it doesn't make a lot of sense, very rambly and weird) will try to do one of these every day and see where it leads me. stay noisy! beavie

I watched as his light, fluttery eyes lifted slowly from their sleep.

He was perfect, the only truly, utterly perfect person I ever could have seen. Beauty of the strongest kind pervaded him, not of strength, or of cutthroat cruelty, of masculine weaponry, but of soft, long lashed and fairy like spring.

It was as if he had descended from the stars to weave wistfully in and out of my consciousness, through and through my dreams. I could see him now, racing through the walls of my mind, light of foot and swift in movement, darting from corner to corner like a hare determined to escape the fox, the toothy claw of my hands. Everywhere I endeavored to venture, the grounded forest of my consciousness, he left behind an outlying scent of vanilla and rose that struck me, spellbound and I would once again be lost in the hunt. In and out, up and down, round and round.

He was mine and ever shall be.

What was he made of? He was made of starlight, of the certain indescribable glow that you had wished to capture and make yours since you were a girl. Late august, dead of night, I remembered the summers I had spent gazing wistfully into the dark tropical hedge bushes of my grandparents' houses, seeing the soft firefly light dance around the humid air, teasing me. Catch it, I would try ; try to clasp my hands quickly and suddenly around this impossible insect lamp. It had to, it must be mine. But, the few times I had found success in their arrest, I had also found them dead in their glass jar by morning.

It was the same dewy, six- legged radiance I saw glittering in my childhood's eye that I saw him in now. It was the same starlight dream upon which I had eagerly tapped my mother's shoulder, yanked at her sleeve and pointed to the pitch black sky, crying out,

"look at the stars! look at the stars!"

I was to live there when I grew up. I had dreamt of the mechanically- fashioned, tin and lead spaceship where I would sit tightly, rocking to and fro in the solar winds, where I would take off at night and never return to this cruel, blue planet. Yes, I would land safely on those stars, live in their fire and burn with them endlessly as my new home of white hot passion wrapped and enveloped me, keeping me warmer than those humid, sultry nights spent outside at grandma's house. I would no longer be the wistful, the hopeful, or the dreamer. The stars would finally be mine. As I looked down upon the Earth from my incandescent plasma home, I would see the same blue waters and jungle hedge forests from a new perspective.

~~~

His eyes were the worst part. Something about the long lashed, freckled and round lid shape, contrasted sharply by his piercing green hue, startled me. I could never recover from the lasting infirmity, the permanent injury that stuck my innermost heart that inflicted me every time that green orb of pleading cruelty met mine.

It was not fair.

Yes, I did hold and guard him as if her were my own, I did fiercely claim and struggle for mastery over his will; but it was truly in his eye, the defiant and mystical, sharp and satirical, crying almond eye that brought me utterly and truly to my knees at his mercy. I could never resist.

The hare had been playing tricks, inside its light and quick foot he held a weapon, a secret move that he would bestow upon the fox forcefully and sneakily at his own delight. The chase through the forest floor, the endless howling and panting, the unsubtle cry for freedom and for posession, all that comes to an end suddenly, definitively, when the fox was injured with the hare's dazzling look.

It held me like a spell, not one that needed to be chanted, strengthened with dried herbs and pig's hearts and lion's feet, stewed in a cauldron until ripe and ready, but it was one that was cast instantaneously, all too suddenly and gripped me everlasting.

All he needed to do was say the magic word, and I was gone, lost under his endless waves of softness that filled me with a certain hopeless light.

I could find it nowhere else, this light had breached through the very fibre of my being, touching my fingertips, my hair and my feet, taking my heart and lifeblood along the way.

This light had claimed me.

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unusualindigo · 1 year ago

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This Swirling Storm, Preview

AD 2206, 11/15, 13th Hierarchical City of Kagutsuchi – Ronin-Gai

Kagura Mutsuki sighs as he continues to search for his missing secretary, Hibiki Kohaku. He sips his tequila thoughtfully as he walks through the streets, skillfully avoiding the rambunctious partygoers.

Hibiki had made themselves scarce after he’d taken to a pair of beautiful sisters, as was their habit. They never did like to see him woo. He winces as the wind brushes the stinging palmprints on his left cheek.

Back to the matter at hand, Hibiki wouldn’t have gone far, too duty minded to truly leave him unguarded, and on top of that, they had no real associates in Ronin-Gai that he knows of. He tilts his head in consideration as he remembers that he actually doesn’t know all that much about Hibiki’s elusive private life.

In fact, he knows nothing at all of what Hibiki does in their spare time. He’s never really thought about it before. They’ve always been the private sort, and Kagura’s had no reason to pry, not that he’d care to even if he did have a reason. Everyone has a right to privacy in their own life.

Still, that does make figuring out where they’d gone a lot harder than he’d like…

A loud chorus of whoops and cheers draws Kagura’s eyes to one of the many stages, and he damn near drops his drink entirely.

It’s Hibiki. They’re wearing a knee-length powder blue yukata with a black obi, and silver raven pins hold back their bangs. They’ve got on smokey eyeshadow and powder blue eyeliner, and rose-pink colors their lips. They look… so beautiful.

Kagura must’ve been staring pretty hard, because Hibiki’s angry ambers snap from the crowd to gaze into his own iolites. Kagura swallows thickly as he takes them in. The fire in those normally cool orbs… it makes them look like some sort of avenging angel, come to reap his sinful soul.

Hibiki scoffs, but Kagura can’t hear what they say over their shoulder to a smirking pair of beauties before they begin to make their way off the stage, towards him.

Kagura snaps out of his daze, downing his tequila in one shot to free up his hand as he sets the empty bottle on the windowsill behind him.

Hibiki rolls their eyes at his antics, coming to stop before him. They’re even more stunning up close. They scoff, “I know that I look ridiculous, Lord Kagura, but I must insist that you stop staring.”

Kagura blinks, then frowns. “Ridiculous? Hibiki, you look amazing.”

Hibiki narrows their eyes in warning. “I do not. I look like one of your ladies of the night.” They glance down at themselves disdainfully. “This is merely the result of my folly. I trust that the wounds on your cheek mean we have no further business here?”

Kagura’s frown deepens. “What do you mean your own folly?” His eyes narrow. “Did someone put you up to this?”

Hibiki sighs, but before they can respond, a drunken Amane Nishiki slings his arm around their shoulders. “My darling star! You can’t seriously be leaving us now, can you? You’ve only just begun to strut your stuff!”

Hibiki glowers at the man with a look that makes Kagura’s blood run cold. No doubt about it. They’re pissed.

Hibiki removes Amane’s arm, hissing, “I agreed to put this on, not to stay the night.”

Kagura blinks. Oh. So Hibiki lost a wager of some sort to Amane, and now they’re all dolled up for the night.

Amane pouts at Kagura. “Mutsuki, can’t you stay a little longer? They haven’t even gotten to dance!”

Kagura pauses for only a moment before smirking down at his fuming secretary. “Hibiki, you wouldn’t deny the birthday boy his wish, would ya?”

Hibiki stares daggers into Kagura’s soul. They murmur, “Lord Kagura, I must insist that we return to the branch.”

Kagura evenly shrugs off his cape, smirk never wavering. “Aw, c’mon. Just give me one dance and we’ll go, promise.”

Amane blinks, then narrows his eyes predatorily. “Oh, yes! I would love to see the two of you on stage together!”

Hibiki glances at Amane. “I thought you said that Lord Kagura was hardly suited for your stage.”

Kagura lifts a brow. “Hey. I’m plenty suited for dancing.” He offers Hibiki his hand. “Shall we?”

Amane giggles, “Oh, I was just teasing, dear! Now, why don’t you take the gentleman’s hand and join me on the wondrous stage?”

Hibiki looks absolutely murderous as they reluctantly put their hand into Kagura’s. They lean in close and whisper, “I shall see that the Imperator hears of this, Lord Kagura.”

In return, Kagura whispers, “Worth it.”

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gwen-novella · 3 years ago

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Ocean Eyes

Pairing: Ivar x female reader

Word count: 1.1K

Warnings: fluff, mentions of battle, mentions of pregnancy, un-beta’d writing

Summary: "It was a crystal kind of blue, calm and alluring, with so much depth that you’d be able to spot it anywhere… well not anywhere - it’d always be with him."

Author’s note: This story is based on "ocean eyes" by Billie Eilish and was requested here. The lyrics are italicized. This is my first song fic and surprisingly I am quite proud of it. Comments and reblogs make my day!

I've been watchin' you for some time

Can't stop starin' at those ocean eyes

Flashes of blue. That’s how it all started. You’d catch glimpses of it from across the camp, only subconsciously aware of the eyes darting over to watch you, even less so of the fact that your own were doing just the same. It was a crystal kind of blue, calm and alluring, with so much depth that you’d be able to spot it anywhere… well not anywhere - it’d always be with him.

Burning cities and napalm skies

Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes

Your ocean eyes

It was after another raid, two men dragged another into your tent, heavily bleeding from his side, and laid him down the table. So busy gathering water, herbs and linen, you hadn’t noticed at all who they’d brought for you to heal, almost dropping all of your supplies the moment you turned and found that very same blue fixed on you. Though at that moment, with the chaos and violence of the battle still clouding his features, the blue was no longer calm, but stormy. Threatening to grasp and drown, to leave no part of you behind, should it ebb away.

No fair

You really know how to make me cry

When you gimme those ocean eyes

You were intimidated. After all, for all its beauty, the ocean certainly harbors many dangers, though you had a feeling you’d drown oh so willingly in Ivar. Getting to work, you were surprised by your blurring vision, fat droplets rolling down your cheeks and to your chin, from where they’d fall onto the man below. You had always been able to easily distance yourself from your patients pain, having sat through the screams of amputations and the likes of which without batting an eye, but once you saw the agony written so plainly on Ivars face, his eyes scrunched shut, hiding that breathtaking blue from you, there was nothing you could do to stop yourself.

I'm scared

I've never fallen from quite this high

Fallin' into your ocean eyes

And that terrified you, your hands trembling in the bowl you were washing his blood off of your arms in. Less than two hours had passed. Two hours in his presence was all it took for you to fall, to be certain that it wasn’t air keeping you alive - that you what you truly needed was to go under in the cerulean of Ivar gaze, forever cursed to only feel like you’re breathing when his water fills your lungs. When you made to leave, to get someone else to watch over him, Ivar called out for you to "Stay. Please", his eyes pleading and you unable to deny.

Those ocean eyes

I've been walkin' through a world gone blind

Can't stop thinkin' of your diamond mind

Conversation with Ivar was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. They say that the eyes are the window to one’s soul, granting a glimpse at what lies beneath, a reflection of ones thoughts, emotions and very being. If that was truly the case, you could only imagine the gods frustration whilst crafting Ivars. Some perhaps considering giving him diamonds for eyes, though ultimately settling for something more earthly, having Ægir* capture the oceans in two tiny orbs, in their best effort to portray the multifaceted nature that makes up Ivar.

Careful creature made friends with time

He left her lonely with a diamond mind

And those ocean eyes

He was reserved, but just like the inevitability of the flood returning after a tide, it seemed as though no force on earth could stop the strengthening of the bond between you and Ivar. You had thought that maybe once his wounds were healed, once he was free to join his brothers again on the last few remaining raids, that he would stray from you, but he always returned. Perhaps, he could no longer breathe without you either.

No fair

You really know how to make me cry

When you gimme those ocean eyes

Upon your return to Kattegat you’d both gotten so used to the other as a primary need, surely not even Odin could have separated you now. Navigating life with Ivar wasn’t always easy, calm waters at times replaced by stormy ripples, so intense you’d hear nothing other than the roaring of the crashing waves around you, but you always managed to lead each other safely back to shore.

I'm scared

I've never fallen from quite this high

Fallin' into your ocean eyes

The day you first told Ivar you loved him, you were as terrified as they day you almost lost him, before ever truly having him. But, like that day, there was nothing you could do to stop yourself, so you had let yourself fall… and landed safely in Ivar, his own confession surrounding you, welcoming you like the ocean on a hot summer day. The both of you were letting yourself drift, your love for one another enough to keep you afloat.

Those ocean eyes

No fair

You really know how to make me cry

When you gimme those ocean eyes

Now, looking down at the head resting on your lap, those eyes you adore more than anything else staring up into yours, you feel at peace. The blue supplying your lungs with the water they’ve grown so accustomed to. That is until Ivar walks up to where you’re sitting, the child on your lap excitedly cooing up at him, rising and walking on wobbly legs to his father.

I'm scared

I've never fallen from quite this high

Fallin' into your ocean eyes

You almost grow sad at the thought that your son is old enough to walk already, until your gaze settles on the bump of your stomach, remembering the Seers prophecy, that many more sons are to follow - seven in total. Studying the view in front of you, Ivar hugging little Iuar* to his chest, the beauty of their eyes only overshadowed by their radiant smiles, you’re reminded of the intuition you had so many years ago in your tent, smiling as it now rests confirmed: Yes, you’d oh so willingly drown in

Those ocean eyes

*Ægir is a jötunn and a personification of the sea in Norse mythology

*Iuar is an Old Norse variant form of Ivar

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lokiskitten · 4 years ago

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Darling I loved adventurous trip soooo much - I thought that you maybe could do a second part where the deflowers the Reader? Or maybe he gives her first head? I am not sure you can choose 🥰 If not that’s also perfectly fine thank you

Tom Hiddleston | adventurous trippt2

Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

plot : ( refer to part 1 ) after the eventful afternoon you guys spent together, you decide to offer Tom your virginity. He therefore takes the initiative to drive until a motel where you two decide to spend the night.

warnings : smut, age gap, kissing, deflowering, unprotected sex, breeding kink, intra!ejaculation.

Wind brushed through your hair as Tom drove onto one of the many isolated roads of Britain, his hand gently resting onto your thigh whilst the other one kept a firm grip of the steering wheel. A small smile had progressively formed on his lips, his sunglasses gracefully resting on top of his nose as he hummed along the song which played on the radio. Your childish self playfully stared out of the window, watching the landscapes that passed by and disappeared at a rather fast pace whilst enjoying the warmth Tom’s palm offered your upper thigh.

“I don’t want to go home.” You suddenly affirmed, catching the grown man’s attention as he took half a second to shoot you a simple look. He then looked back at the road, thumb rubbing against your clothed flesh. “We don’t have to. We can stop somewhere else for the night.” He answered reassuringly, earning joy from your tormented soul. Now, this was one of the reasons to why you loved him : he was always willing to participate in your unexpected change of plans. “That’d be lovely.” You responded, your hand now landing on top of his in order to accentuate the physical contact you desperately craved for.

This upcoming event managed to strike some confidence within your heart. If you had behaved shyly at first, the accumulation of physical contact and interactions easily led you to crave for more. You wanted Tom to be the first. “I want you to be the first.” You announced, earning an eyebrow raise from the older man who also stood as your best friend. He seemed surprised to hear such a thing, yet his rational heart also felt flattered that you were willing to offer him all of your trust by giving yourself to him. “Well..” He spoke lowly, clearing his throat in order to offer himself some extra time to think about all of this.

“Is it really what you want?” He ended up asking on a rather serious tone, which allowed you to guess that he was nowhere near being joking. Now, this made you shift in your seat as a layer of anxiety now took over your formerly confident mindset. Tom had managed to make you doubt due to his cold words. “Umh.. yes?” You responded hesitantly, fearing that this would also reduce the chances you had for the older man to believe you. “Mmh.” Groaned Tom as his vehicle penetrated into a random Motel’s parking lot. He stopped his car into one of the emplacements before turning off the engine, his body then turning towards yours as he was now able to focus his entire attention on your saddened self.

Instead of speaking up, the man unexpectedly began to caress your hair before bringing a few loose strands behind your ear. His thumb and index finger took a gentle hold of your chin in order to move your face towards his, ocean blue eyes making contact with your rather turned off self. “Hey..” he began calmly, wanting to slowly dip you into the subject. “You don’t owe me anything. You know that, right?” Tom questioned, earning an understanding nod from you. Never once had you thought that you owed your friend something, but it was probably better for him to see and understand it with his own eyes. “Right.” Tom finished before turning back around and reaching for the door handle.

He opened the door of the vehicle before stepping out of the car, anxiously looking around and seeking for random people passing by which he thankfully didn’t spot. Tom had always enjoyed peace, but also remained aware that motels didn’t necessarily have a good reputation. The last thing he wished was to put you in danger. You got out of the car as well, slamming the door shut after yourself before beginning to follow the grown man until the motel’s reception desk. It didn’t take long for the two of you to book a room for the night, which Tom generously agreed to pay by himself, before being handed the key to your temporary apartment.

The room was petty, and so was the decoration and global hygiene. Yet the fact that you would get to spend an entire night with your friend managed to make you forget about all of those irrelevant details. Tom dropped his jacket onto one of the chairs after he had taken care of closing the door behind your agitated silhouette. His body turned towards yours, mind remembering about what you’ve previously told him in the car. His hands traveled up to your cheeks which he rubbed with his thumbs, the man taking steps forward in order to make you automatically back away towards the bed. Tom looked right into your soul, yet without ever appearing intrusive nor inappropriate. In contrary, it all felt amazingly right.

His lips ended up pressing against yours again, offering you another taste of his flesh for the first time since you had put an end to your first intercourse back in the car. You allowed yourself to shyly kiss back as the back of your legs collided with the dirty mattress, a sensation which managed to pull you back into reality. Pulling away, Tom watched in awe as you took the initiative to lie down on the bed yourself, your head soon colliding with the stiff pillows whilst your friend took care of patiently removing your shoes. He allowed himself to pull off your sock, his lips offering your ankle a delicate kiss whilst his ocean blue eyes continued to stare at your face.

A smile then appeared on his lips as the grown man began to lower his silhouette in order to get on top of you, your hands reaching out for his shoulders which you held in a needy manner. If you hadn’t hold yourself back, whimpers could’ve easily been escaping your lips by now. You were desperate to receive more of him. Again, his mouth came in contact with your open lips- tongue slipping inside of your mouth in order to get a taste of your saliva. You enjoyed this brand new, warm and moist physical contact. Tom’s hips soon began to grind against yours, his cock hardening within his pants at the thought of getting to intimately discover your body in a couple of minutes.

Though you were usually considered as an overthinker, this new position managed to make you forget about anything which didn’t regard the upcoming matter. You could feel genuine love and passion burning through every single of Tom’s kisses, his large hands roaming your waist as his hips continued to happily collide with yours. The scent which erupted from his neck and overall silhouette was quite intoxicating- the man having done a great job when it came to choosing the right cologne. An eager moan came out of your mouth, catching Tom off guard and leading him to chuckle playfully.

His body hovered above yours, arms now holding him up so that his blue eyes would be able to make proper eye contact with you. “What was that?” He questioned ironically, obviously looking forward to ease the ambiance by teasing you. You hid your face behind your palms, smile appearing on your lips as Tom used one of his hands to move your arms away from your pretty face. The eye contact the two of you now engaged managed to make your heart melt, nothing but pure honesty reflecting in Tom’s ocean blue orbs. Anyone with a good instinct was easily able to feel if a specific person possessed negative intentions, and you could genuinely tell that your friend neared none of those bad thoughts.

“You’re beautiful.” He affirmed calmly, earning a head tilt from your shy self. You never truly knew how to properly react face to receiving an unexpected compliment. After taking a few seconds waiting for an answer, Tom decided to break the silence by beginning to go down on you, his large hand trailing down your thigh until he was kneeling in between your legs. His hands began to unbutton your jeans, which were then removed in order to allow the older man to praise your bare flesh. He lifted your leg up to his face, lips spraying rough kisses and gentle bites onto your inner thigh- moves which sent chills down your spine. You tilted your head back as your hands took a firm hold of the bedsheets.

Face to your positive reaction, a smirk appeared on Tom’s lips as his eyes were directed towards your face, lips still pressed against your skin as he progressively made his way towards your crotch. If you once felt intimidated by the thought of such an interaction, you couldn’t help but now want things to accelerate and accentuate. A few extra shy moans came out of your mouth upon sensing Tom’s nose near your clothed cunt, your genitals throbbing and soaking up underneath the comfortable cotton panties. One of your hands reached down for his shoulder, leading the man to look up at your exhilarated self. You were pulling onto his shirt- either suggesting for him to take it off or make his way back up to your upper body.

Being torn apart by doubt, Tom sat back up on his knees before beginning to unbutton his fancy shirt he once took off for you in the back of his vehicle. His defined abdominals were revealed to you yet again, your eyes still as pleased by this satisfying view. Smiling down at you, the man tossed the article of clothing away before leaning back down, lips colliding with yours in order to form a passionate kiss. You were now easily able to feel his hardened cock and that even through his pants, a sensation you couldn’t potentially get enough off and which sent your own genitals crazy. You were now desperately gripping onto his hair, wishing to install a little bit of extra heat within this already eager intercourse.

Tom obviously understood your signals as one of his hands traveled down until his pants which he began to undo, the other forearm keeping his body up above yours and making sure not to accidentally crush your smaller self. You looked down at his hurried action, your hands resting against your own chest as your eyes admired his perfectly veiny hands. In order to remain active as well, you ended up sitting up to remove your shirt, leaving yourself in nothing but your bra and comfortable panties. This was an initiative which visibly pleased the older man who barely just got done with unbuttoning and sliding off his trousers. As soon as he managed to get rid of his pants, the British gentleman was back at it again, more eager than ever.

His lips now praised your neck, the scent of your pheromones driving his own senses absolutely crazy. One of his hands dared to begin to massage your breast, offering it exactly the perfect amount of attention it needed and craved for. Your breath was shivery, and so was his. Tom was soon to begin a well deserved dry humping session, his hips eagerly colliding against yours as if he wanted you to get used to the upcoming interaction before it had even started. You moaned as you felt his warmth against your crotch, clit and lips throbbing out of need and envy face to such inviting manners.

“More..” you begged silently, eyes opening only to end up making contact with his. Tom smiled down at you, appreciating the way you seemed to be feeling more confident about the overall situation. “My fierce little girl..” he praised happily, his lips then pressing a kiss to your forehead. One of Tom’s hands slid down until his underwear which he pulled down, revealing his stiff member which you didn’t even bare to look at for now. Then, the grown man took a few steps back in order to remove your own panties, which were then tossed to the side like most of the pieces of clothing you once wore. Falling back down between your legs, an unexpected shiver ran down your spine as his warm tip collided with your clit.

Again, it was a brand new feeling you would surely get accustomed to, and which you would probably soon be begging for more of. But for now, anxiety had managed to take over your organism again. “It might hurt a little at first. The best you can do is relax, breath.” Tom explained reassuringly, not wishing for this upcoming sensation to take you off guard and potentially scare you for good. One of the male’s hands took ahold of your thigh, lifting it up against his hip and keeping it there whilst he began to line up with your sensitive entrance. Meanwhile, you calmly rested where you’ve been lying for a couple of minutes now whilst waiting for Tom to finally penetrate your cunt.

His tip ended up pushing inside of you at a slow pace, allowing your entrance to take the time it needed in order to stretch and accustom to his rather prominent size. A guttural groan escaped Tom’s lips upon finally feeling his cockhead being wrapped in your wetness, this sensation sending shivers down his spine and tickles within his own genitals. On another hand, you couldn’t help but wince silently in order not to offend your friend, your hands taking ahold of his shoulders for both physical and mental support. Thomas waited a couple of seconds before beginning to push himself further in, his girth breaking through your hymen which thankfully didn’t hurt one bit. It only felt as if something was stretching you out, but pain lacked.

Once he had finally reached balls deep, the calm adult looked down at you in order to spot potential facial expressions which could’ve betrayed the fact that you felt uncomfortable. He would obviously wait until these had eased up before he could begin to thrust in and out of you. The warm sensation of his balls pressed against your ass managed to pull you out of your negative thoughts, as it was a small add up indeed but which still managed to bring joy to your lustful heart. Your cunt couldn’t help but unintentionally contract around his member, leading Tom to wince every time your walls squeezed and got tighter against your will. It was a pleasuring feeling, but which also made the man crave for more.

After waiting for a couple of long seconds, Tom took the initiative to move out of your tight self, earning fainted hisses from you which progressively faded away the more his hips thrusted against and away from your crotch. Thankfully for the two of you, the minor previous foreplay had managed to soak you up perfectly- which obviously made it less painful for you than it could’ve been. You were now fully able to enjoy the beginning intercourse, your arms wrapping around Tom’s neck and pulling him closer to your desperate silhouette. Your eyelids closed, your brain seeking for extra concentration through this sexual interaction. Never once you had thought it could feel that good, and even less with a man who was twice your age. To be frankly honest, you hadn’t truly questioned the matter until today.

Tom moaned against your ear, his gutteral groans sending chills down your spine and shockwaves of pleasure through your crotch. Your entrance continued to occasionally contract around his thick girth, making the overall interaction even more enjoyable for the older man who was seeking intense sensations. You absolutely loved feeling his warmth against yours, the way his smooth skin would rub against your flesh in such a nice manner. You absolutely didn’t regret trusting him through this scary process, and you were now rewarded for your boldness and courage. The bedhead rocked against the wall as Tom thrusted in and out of you, hips rolling against yours in divine manner. None of you could potentially care nor even think about the neighbors’ tranquility at the moment, as you were too intoxicated by the ongoing intercourse to pay attention to your surroundings.

Thomas unexpectedly bit down onto your neck, teeth taking a gentle hold of your flesh as if the man wished to make you his, to mate, tame and claim you as his. As primal as it could appear, you enjoyed it. Besides, your heart now irrevocably belonged to him, which left no room for another man, or woman, to steal your devoted attention. His thrusts were now getting sloppier, exhausted pants exiting Tom’s lips as his hands moved underneath your back before taking ahold of your shoulders- probably in order to keep you in place when he would finally come. Again, you managed to bump into this rather primal side of his through small details such as this one. However, before you could think any further, you suddenly and unexpectedly felt a warm substance fill up your hole, staining your walls with heat and lust. Had he just..?

Seemingly satisfied moans escaped Tom’s lips as his hips remained tightly pressed against yours, balls twitching as they sent warm sperme shooting through his sensitive urethra which remained locked with your cervix. If there was a chance for you not to get pregnant, your friend had just wiped it off the list. The grown man moved up, face looking down at your crotch as he pulled out of you. “Ohhh... fuck.” He moaned, cum soon beginning to flow out of your twitching entrance. Now, this was an extremely delicious sight to the man who had a breeding kink- and who enjoyed admiring his good work. His thumb traveled up to your clit which he began to rub and tease; once again sending shockwaves of pleasure through your crotch. Your entrance contracted unwillingly, leading more semen to squirt out of your exhausted and sweaty self.

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rocorambles · 4 years ago

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Reciprocate

Pairing: Akaashi x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Mafia AU, Kidnapping, Rape/Non-Con, Forced Impregnation, Objectification, Degradation, Humiliation

Summary: You should have known better than to think you could ever truly escape from him, especially when you carry something he treasures so dearly inside of you.

You reminisce on the early days when you had met the beautiful dark-haired man, when you had been swept off your feet by striking blue eyes and a serene composure.

Akaashi had never been just normal to you and you remember how he had made your head spin with the air of mystery he carried around him, how your heart whipped back and forth between the always surprising mixture of sharp blunt words and eloquent poetry he entrapped you with. He was a man full of surprises, truly multi-faceted and you remember watching in awe at how quickly he could go from easily and agilely maneuvering his toned athletic body in the gym to lazily reading classic literature with a hand posessively but gently wrapped around your waist as you curled up besides him on the couch.

There are many words you could have used to describe Akaashi. But dangerous? Dangerous was not one of them.

Funny how quickly things can change.

Even as careful as Akaashi is, even he can’t foresee unexpected circumstances, especially when you are more entangled in the webs of his life than he ever meant for you to be. And he is forced to reveal who he truly is to you or kill you when you get caught up in things and with people who shouldn’t have ever even known you existed.

You wouldn’t be the first woman he’s killed and his mind flickers to numerous dead bodies, corpses of prostitutes and other unfortunate women strewn about when things became too complicated, when they threatened his position and the safety of his clan. But he can’t bring himself to pull the trigger, can’t even bring himself to think about aiming at you.

You’re not like the other fleeting distractions and for the first time ever, Akaashi Keiji breaks Fukurodani policies by revealing everything to you in the hopes that you’ll accept him as everything he is, that you’ll join him for the long run.

Blue eyes storm over when you don’t look at him with the love and acceptance he expected of you, only fear and disappointment apparent in your eyes, and his hands instinctively clench into fists when you flinch away from him, scrambling to create space between the two of you when he reaches out to reassure you that underneath the terrifying family name and insignia, he’s still just him.

Fine. You’re scared? He’ll give you something to actually be scared of.

His fingers dig deeper than necessary as they roughly drag and shove you, movements harsh and rough enough to make a very clear point, but never enough to permanently mark you. He likes his possessions as pristine as possible after all. And he smiles at how quick you are to go limp in his arms, obediently letting yourself be led when Akaashi’s silky voice patronizingly tells you what a shame it would be for your beautiful body to be decorated with bullet holes.

You know who Boktuo Koutarou is, even if you’ve never physically met him. Everyone in your city knows who he is, his name whispered and murmured in the streets, tales of his erratic temperament and ruthless wildness spread far and wide. The Fukurodani clan has always been a powerhouse in the underground world, has always controlled your city with an iron fist, and Bokuto, even by Fukurodani standards, has more than risen to the challenge of continuing his family’s undeniable reign, garnering respect and fear even among the monsters that share his insignia. So even though you’ve never met him, you know exactly who you’re shoved to your knees in front of, who Akaashi reverently speaks to and asks for permission from to keep you at the base as his pet, and you don’t dare open your mouth or raise your head, absolute terror paralyzing you.

Gold eyes peer at you in interest. Whores aren’t uncommon in the base, lewd moans and slick sounds sometimes making the base seem more like a brothel than the home of illicit dangerous business and Bokuto has always encouraged and rewarded his men with the best cunts money can buy especially after particularly successful or tiresome raids. But for as long as he’s known Akaashi, he can count the number of times the younger man has partaken in those base pleasures on just his fingers and even then, they’ve always been one night stands, brief flings. So he’s surprised, to say the least, when the dark haired man asks to keep you around as his little toy and he has a gut feeling that you’ll become a permanent extension of the family, but how can he deny the man who’s resolutely stayed by his side all these years, who’s pledged his life and loyalty to him? Akaashi asks for so little and if all he wants is for Bokuto to provide protection and surveillance for one more body to be happy, then so be it.

You’re no stranger to sharing a bed with Akaashi, but this is different. You had always thought that he had been holding back with you, swearing that you saw a hint of something darker gleaming behind blue orbs only for it to dissolve away as you were swept away by sensual languid pleasure and gentle, attentive words. And you hate that you were right, voice going hoarse as you scream at the top of your lungs as you’re ruthlessly taken over and over again, a coldness in the eyes you had once loved that pierces deep within you, animalistic possessiveness in the way he marks you, long slender fingers leaving bruises in their wake as he holds your writhing body in place as he thrusts in and out of your abused lower lips.

Day in, day out. All you know is a fitful sumber that exhaustion forces you into and Akaashi. His scent, his touch, his voice. You’re drowning in his essence. Dying. No. That would be preferable. At least there would be an end. And you silently grieve, unable to even cry real tears anymore when you wonder when this will ever end, if this will ever end.

As much as Akaashi would love to permanently lay beside you, duty and appearances do call from time to time and he reclines across from Bokuto, watching the black and white haired man boisterously chat with Kuroo Tetsurou, the current head of Nekoma as scantily clad women surround the two men, dragging fingernails down their chests and shamelessly shoving their breasts into their faces in the hopes of gaining their favor. They sure do seem to be enjoying themselves and Akaashi grimaces when one of the prostitutes begins to loudly moan as she grinds against his leader’s swelling erection which doesn’t go unnoticed by sharp eyes.

“Akaashi, don’t be so uptight. Why don’t I send some of them to your room tonight to help you loosen up?”

Bokuto knowingly smiles in amusement when he’s promptly rejected.

“Ah, that’s right. You still have your cute pet. But you know Akaashi, pets are temporary. Don’t you think it’s time to make it a little more permanent? Maybe put a ring on it? Hell, I love kids. I wouldn’t mind having a few runts running around the base, especially if they’re yours.”

Their conversation is interrupted by a rude scoff and Bokuto snarls at Kuroo’s taunting words.

“Because God knows Bokuto isn’t having kids anytime soon. No woman could stand bearing his kids and listening to his loudmouth for the rest of her life.”

Akaashi tunes out their bickering as the gears in his mind churn.

He had kept you on your birth control pills, not wanting to disturb his time with you as he broke you in and figured out exactly what his plan for you is. He knows he loves you, knows there’s no life for him without you. But he wasn’t a dreamer. He’s fully aware just how dangerous his life is, how impossible it is for the both of you to be able to grow old together, how much more likely it’ll be that both of you end up dead side by side in a turf war gone wrong. Yet now all he can think of is what you’d be like as a mother, how you’d look pregnant with his children and when your pills run low, he tears your prescription to shreds in front of your eyes.

You have more fight left in you than he thought you would and he’s enraged by how much you despise the thought of carrying his children, every desperate plea for him to not cum inside of you while you’re unprotected, a direct insult to him and his love for you. All he sees is red as he breeds you over and over again, stuffing you full of his cock and his seed, never stopping until you’re filled to the brim with the sticky proof of his adoration, stomach heavy and sloshing with his declared affection.

Turbulent emotions ransack you and you wish you could blame it solely on the hormones raging throughout your impregnated body, but you know it’s deeper than that. It had been so easy to become numb to being used, being known as nothing more than Akaashi’s pretty pet, being the victim of a cold, ruthless stranger you realize now that you never really knew. But it’s agonizing to once again see the hints of the man you had fallen in love with and your heart aches at how gentle and considerate Akaashi is to you once more as your belly begins to swell, a comforting hand rubbing your back and holding your hair away from your face as morning sickness has you heaving over the toilet bowl. And you feel something break and shatter into a million pieces inside of you when one night, as your due date quickly approaches, he kneels in front of you, slipping the engagement ring of your dreams onto your trembling hand.

“I know this isn’t how you dreamed of any of this happening, but I promise you, once the child is born, I’m going to give you the wedding you always wanted and do my best to be the husband and father you deserve and want. I love you.”

You sob, tightly returning Akaashi’s embrace, burying your face in his chest, wishing with all your heart that things could have been different, that you could go back to those early days, that everything in between was a dream, a nightmare.

But this is reality and as you cradle your baby bump, you know that you need to do something, anything, now that it’s not just your life on the line anymore.

For the first time in a long time, it seems like fortune is finally on your side as Akaashi relinquishes his leash on you, trusting that your growing bump will permanently tie you to him, that you won’t even think of trying to escape in your current state. And you play your role perfectly, smiling and leaning into his careful touches, accepting the gifts and attention he lavishes you with, looking to all the world like an excited expecting mother perfectly matched with her doting fiance.

Akaashi resumes taking up longer projects and jobs, no longer seeing a need to keep as careful of a watch over you or a need to remind you of your place besides him every night. And seeing one of their higher-ups relax makes everyone else careless, no one paying you much attention, no more armed men outside your door and windows when Akaashi is away.

Really, it’s embarrassingly easy for you to escape, so easy that you wonder if this is a trap, almost expecting Akaashi to appear from around every corner and drag you back to the prison he had created for you, and you shudder when you can almost feel his hands against your skin, his voice murmuring cruel cutting words into your ear.

But no one stops you and you slowly, but steadily make the long journey to Inarizaki territory, discreetly settling in and making a new home for yourself, starting a new life. Inarizaki and Fukurodani have never dealt much with each other, their territories so far apart that it’s pointless to clash or ally with each other when there are so many other enemies and friends closer to both their homes to deal with. You pray that it’s enough to hide you, to allow you to leave your wretched past behind.

It seems like your prayers are answered as month after month passes, as your belly grows and grows, as you give birth to a beautiful baby girl. You can barely remember a life outside of motherhood, your heart overwhelmingly full of love and happiness as you watch your daughter grow. And as you watch her take her first few wobbly steps as her first birthday passes, you let yourself finally believe that you can really move on and look forward, locking the blue-eyed demon of your past behind you once and for all.

Except that demon doesn’t want to be locked up, that demon is far too strong and cunning for your flimsy padlock, and you clutch your daughter to your chest when your door slams open one night and your apartment is swarmed by men with the Fukurodani insignia, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes when one last final figure makes their way past your threshold and you stare into familiar blue eyes.

As if your daughter can sense your anxiety, your fear, your hopelessness, she begins to loudly wail and bawl, wrapping her little arms around your neck and drenching your neck and shirt with her tears and snot, reminding you just how much is at stake right now.

You do your best to fake some semblance of calmness, drawing on your maternal instincts to still the quivering of your voice as you gently whisper soothing words in her ear, telling her everything will be fine, telling her that these are just mommy’s old friends, all the while watching your ex-lover gracefully make his way towards the two of you, subtly shielding her little body with yours as he approaches.

Realistically you know there’s not much you can do if he does mean harm to her, but you’d gladly die defending her to the best of your abilities if it came down to it, already ready to beg for her to be spared and for just you to be punished for your transgressions and your betrayal. You finch when you feel his weight settle besides you on the bed as he sits on the edge of the mattress, heart pounding as you feel his familiar presence, and you quickly turn to face him, only to be completely stunned by the softness in his eyes as he gazes at your daughter.

Relief floods through you and you hesitantly shift, allowing him easier access to see her, something bittersweet trickling inside of you as long slender fingers gently reach out to caress tear-stained cheeks, as your daughter’s sobs die down and curious eyes peer at the stranger who’s touching her. And deep inside you know Akaashi won’t harm her, will fiercely love her, as he tugs her out of your arms and pulls her into his lap, a sad smile pulling on your lips as you watch father and daughter reunite.

Deep inside you also know that you won’t be as lucky and your fears are confirmed when Akaashi stands, still cradling your giggling daughter in his arms, blue eyes pinning you down with a look you recognize all too well. There’ll be hell to pay for your actions.

You feel nauseous, body already aching and throbbing in anticipation of your punishment. But you plaster on a smile for your daughter as she happily plays with one of her favorite toys in the backseat of the car between Akaashi and you, peppering her tiny face with kisses as Akaashi and you tuck her into the gorgeous nursery he’s prepared for her, and wishing her good night as Akaashi leads you back out, continuously waving until the nursery door is firmly closed. And only then does your act drop and you sob as a hand harshly grips your wrist, tears only flooding down more as you recognize the hallway you’re being dragged down, body shaking when you’re shoved into a room and a bed you had tried so hard to forget.

Clothes are being torn from your body and you thrash around as lips descend upon you, a mouth hungrily molding with yours, yelping when teeth harshly bite on your lower lip before pulling apart. You feel so exposed, so helpless, so vulnerable as icy blue eyes glare down at you, Akaashi’s body pinning you in place as he takes in your figure, scrutinizing every line and curve of your body, mapping every familiarity and difference from the last time he’s seen you. But you lay still, wincing when his grip on your wrist becomes bone crushing when you try to instinctively cover yourself from him.

“I trusted you. I love you. And this is how you repay me? Running away from me? Keeping my daughter away from me?”

You open your mouth to stutter out some feeble excuse, but gasp when a hand wraps around your neck, warningly tightening before relaxing. The weight of his palm still against your throat keeps you silent.

“There’s no excuse for what you did. But I promised you that I’d be a good husband, so I’ll forgive you if you show me how sorry you are.”

You nervously watch as he completely lets go of you, eyes trailing after him as he settles his back against the headboard of the bed, beckoning you over to him with a single finger. And you can’t help but feel like foolish prey walking into a trap as you obey, body quivering in fear as he pulls you in and positions you so that your legs straddle his thighs, back arching and a cry slipping past your lips as he teasingly captures one of your nipples in his mouth and sucks.

“Still so sensitive.”

You hate how well he’s trained your body, how easily your body betrays you even after being separated from him for over a year, how well he knows every inch of you inside and out and shame and humiliation lance through you when a long digit easily slides into your already dripping heat.

“I think you’re more than ready, darling.”

Even past your wanton moans, the clanging metal of his belt unbuckling echoes throughout the room and you whimper as something hard presses against your entrance.

“Come on, love. It’s time for you to apologize. Do you know how much effort and time I spent searching for you?”

You yelp as the hands resting on your waist dig into your flesh before relaxing and rubbing soothing circles into your skin.

“But it’s okay because you’re here now, you and our daughter are here now, and neither of you are ever leaving me again. Right?”

You vigorously nod your head as blue eyes sharply stare at you, relaxing when they soften and a small smile plays on his lips.

“Good girl. Now prove it to me.”

You almost wish Akaashi had just forced himself upon you, finding it so much more demeaning to sink down on his cock all by yourself as he impassively sits back and watches you. But you’re sure that’s the whole point of this, for you to show your submission and acceptance through your actions. After all, nothing he ever does is meaningless.

And you truly do feel broken, like nothing more than a good wife, a good pet as you wildly shake your hips, bouncing up and down on his cock in a way that makes your breasts jiggle, pussy clenching even tighter and gushing even more when he orders you to look him in the eyes all the while.

“You’re making me feel so good, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful. You were made for my cock, made for me. Tell me who you belong to.”

In hindsight you’ll be embarrassed by how quick you are to babble his name over and over again in response. But here and now? All you can think about is the warmth in your chest as he praises you, the warmth in your belly as something pleasant and overwhelming builds inside of you. And Akaashi groans at how tightly you squeeze around him as your peak nears, almost cumming from just the hazed over arousal in your lust-filled eyes, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss and swallowing your cries of ecstasy as you reach your high, body convulsing and twitching in his arms as he holds you steady, lips still locked with yours as he thrusts up a few more times before finding his own release and spilling deep inside of you.

You slump onto him, exhausted body collapsing and still twitching from the onslaught of pleasure. But as the fog from your mind begins to ebb away, you involuntarily tense at the whispered “I love you” that sounds like nails scraping against a chalkboard, hesitating too long to respond in kind. And you know you’ve made a huge mistake when blue eyes are coldly regarding you once more, shivering from both the cold and fear as he pulls back from you before shoving you onto your back and settling between your legs.

“Looks like you need a little more encouragement to reciprocate my feelings. That’s okay. We have all the time in the world for me to show you just how much I love you.”

#yandere haikyuu #yandere akaashi #haikyuu smut #yandere akaashi x reader #akaashi x reader #tw: noncon #tw: rape #tw: pregnancy #tw: yandere #tw: impregnation

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Untamed (chapter 3 of 5)

Takami Keigo x (fem!)Reader

[ SUMMARY ] Every year, without fail, Hawks went into a rut: when autumn began, and then again in early spring. He would honker down up north in a secluded cabin. For the first time, he brought you with him.

[ WARNINGS ] R18+ for graphic sexual content and language. Non-canon compliant: Hawks’ quirk does not work like this. Reader is a hero that works at Hawks agency. Pre-existing relationship. Reader is a female with female genitalia. Feral behavior. Rutting. Biting. Spanking. Slight BDSM. Consensual sex. Wing kink. Oral sex. Romantic relationship.

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"Baby," a voice cooed at you while hands gently shook your shoulders, stirring you from sleep.

"Come on. Get up. The sun's gonna be rising soon," he continued, speaking to you softly.

You groaned like a wounded animal and tried to resist the pull to consciousness, hoping you could slip back away and he would cease this assault.

Of course, that didn't happen, and the murmuring and shaking didn't come to an end. You found yourself turning around and groggily taking in the sight of Hawks. He already looked wide awake, gold eyes beaming, skin glowing, handsome face as immaculate as ever.

It made you want to punch him.

"Get up," he said, more so telling than asking, albeit politely.

He had warned you last night that he intended to wake you early; but, that didn't stop you from groaning tiredly, rolling over, as if in protest, before complying with his request, removing the blanket slowly, afraid to expose yourself to the cold.

He had stoked the fireplace before waking you; that much was clear, seeing as it wasn't blistering cold when you wiggled out of bed. It was chilly, of course, but not enough to leave you trembling helplessly.

You realized that Hawks had already dressed himself, boots thumping quietly on the floor as he stepped around the bed. He had slipped on a grey T-shirt, and didn't seem to be feeling cold at all, judging by the lax way he rolled his shoulders, wings jutting out from his back gracefully.

He gave you a sideways glance, an almost untrusting look written across his face.

"I'm getting up!" you hissed at him.

Hawks wasn't expecting that sudden outburst and flinched a little, eyes widening slightly and feathers shuddering behind him. It was a comical sight, if you were being honest. It wasn't like him to be so high strung.

Before you could assume you had upset him, Hawks blew raspberries and turned away, heading for the stairs.

When he walked away, you most certainly did not admire the way his cargo pants hugged his ass, nor the way his shirt was pulled tight across the plains of his muscular back, nor how his crimson feathers looked so beautiful draped behind him.

Hawks didn't laugh when you met him downstairs; but, he sure looked like he wanted to. Here he was wearing some loose, comfortable clothes like it hadn't snowed all night, while you were dressed up in thick pants and a heavy coat with multiple layers underneath, ready to weather the elements.

As soon as you stepped downstairs, you were hit with the familiar smell of coffee lofting about the cabin. You recognized the aroma as his favorite, the one he stockpiled at the agency, that was almost always coming from his office.

He had taken the time to pour you some, as well, evident by the mug he was trying to hand to you with a suspiciously innocent look on his face.

"Seriously?" you laughed when you eyed the receptacle he was offering.

It was his merch, clearly. The mug was black with sparkly gold trim, the pattern matching the chest on his jumpsuit . It was covered in comic book style quotation marks containing, what you were guessing, was supposed to be his quotes.

Hawks watched you admire the cup, looking a little too smug for his own good, and returned to sipping from the very plain mug in his other hand.

"Do you really say these things?" you laughed, not expecting an answer because there was no way such nonsense flew from his mouth in the middle of a fight.

"Aheh. 'I am speed'," you read aloud with a scoff. "More like, 'I do speed'," you teased with a grin, catching the way he almost choked on his coffee, shoulders trembling with laughter.

"Who the hell approved these?" you added on.

"The hero commission, I think," Hawks replied, shrugging his shoulders a little.

The coffee, of course, tasted great. He bought the expensive, high-class stuff, after all. Hawks was the only person you knew who could sleep in the dirt with his visor skewed across his face, without a complaint to be had, but refused to drink anything but imported, specially grown coffee beans.

He was ushering you out the door the second you were finished with your coffee, pushing you out into the snowy forestscape, hands grabby and wings fluttering anxiously.

Before you could shudder and complain about the cold, Hawks scooped you up into his arms, kicked the door shut with the heel of his boot, and took to the sky.

You couldn't believe he was out here without a jacket on. Your fully covered arms clung to him for dear life, shivering and trembling in the cold. He wasn't flying particularly fast; but, the winds felt punishing, ice cold biting at your cheeks and seeping in through your clothes.

You were too cold to really appreciate the beauty of the forest covered in freshly poured snow. The glistening, white peaks sparkled like something out of a fairytale in the dimly lit morning light.

"Come on, babe," Hawks cooed, turning his head to blow hot air right on your ear.

Well, no wonder he wasn't cold. It seemed to make sense to you, then, why he went into his rut during these times of the year. He was generating enough heat to be a transportable furnace.

"If you keep clinging to me like that, you're gonna miss the view," Hawks uttered, so close that his lips moved against your skin as he spoke.

You peeled back from him, away from the warmth you were desperately trying to steal. He hadn't stopped flying yet, but slowed down a bit.

"O-oh..." you whispered, taking in the snowy wilderness.

A few miles past the cabin's backyard was a cliff that dipped down into rolling mountains. He had flown overhead, granting a wonderful view of the many acres of untouched wilderness, towering trees and lush forest landscape over rolling hills and mountains.

But, Hawks hadn't dragged you out here at the crack of dawn just to see the snowy landscape. He wanted you out here right at sunrise for a very specific reason.

He had made it just in time for the sun to peak out from the horizon line, like a giant glimpsing through the trees on the mountain top.

The sun was shining a mystical light across the mountains. The overcast clouds were dark purple gliding across crystal clear, blue skies. Rays of red sunlight glided through the trees while gold laid out across the piles of snow like a glistening blanket.

"See?" Hawks murmured, his flight coming to a halt.

He hovered, fairly high up, wings flapping gently, arms still wound tight around you, holding you close. There was a gentle breeze brushing through his hair, causing the feathery strands to tickle at your cheeks.

While you were looking at the landscape in awe, he was staring at you. The sunlight lit up your face and reflected heavily on your eyes, making them glow like crystal orbs. You had finally stopped shivering, too in awe at the sight to notice the chilling bite of the wind.

He didn't say it aloud; but, the most beautiful thing in the sunrise was you.

He liked to tell himself that the rut was making him mushy, emotional. Surely, powerful pro-hero Hawks couldn't be this soft? But, he knew his rut was only amplifying what he already felt so strongly.

His rut made him less inhibited, surfaced darker, feral desires that lay in waiting under layers of discipline he had spent most of his life building.

Even without his rut, you had a power over him he couldn't deny, the power to break him, to peel back the masks he wore, to melt away his self-control, until he was reduced to a desperate animal.

Oh, but the beauty of it all was that you loved that side of him. You had proved to him that you loved every side of him, even the parts that he tried so desperately hard to ensure would never see the light of day.

Even if he could blame his desires on his mutation, that didn't change that he was an assassin, for heroes, yes, but a murderer none the less.

You-

-you knew that, and yet, still, those soft hands held him as if he was untainted. You purred beneath his touch as if those weren't the same hands he had used to kill.

"Keigo?" you hummed.

Just like that, there you were again, freeing him from the torment of his own mind, a lifeline to free him from drowning in the ocean.

"Thank you for this," you uttered, turning your head to look at him.

God, he was beautiful. His gold irises were amplified by the sunlight, like shiny coins in a wishing well, taking in the sight of you shamelessly.

The bird-like curve of his eyelids already gave him a mystical appearance, now further illuminated by the rays of light shining down from above. The wind was blowing, tossing his already frazzled hair in a senseless dance.

The bright red plumes that made up the shape of his wings looked like something out of a dream. In the sunlight, the feathers glowed magnificent crimson, glowing in sharp contrast to the pale white, wintery landscape.

Your hands, that had been gripping his shoulders during the flight, wove up the back of his neck, fingertips touching the trimmed hairs there. You felt his hands tighten where they were holding you, his arms weaving tighter, as if he could get you closer.

"Do you like it here?" Hawks uttered softly.

His tone concerned you a little, as if he was sincerely worried that you were a prisoner here.

You smiled, replying, "it's the first time we've gotten to truly be alone. I'm enjoying myself more than you think."

His gaze softened at your words. A couple of your fingers played with the soft, short hairs at the top of his neck. He felt unbearably warm there, skin slightly damp with sweat. It was startling, considering how cold it was outside.

You felt the soft brush of his lips and let your eyes flutter shut. He was slow, careful, like he was tasting something new and delicious for the first time.

When he pulled back and tilted his head, you felt the faintest drag of his chin across your cheek, felt the fine hairs of his beard tickle your skin.

He hadn't shaved in a couple weeks, leaving you to see him in a mess than most didn't get the honor of. The normally neatly trimmed hairs he shaved down to a fine patch on his chin were now covering most of his jawline, the same beautiful, pale blonde as the hair on his head.

Tantalized, you leaned in, nuzzling your cheek against his jaw, before tilting your head back and feeling the drag of his soft beard against your skin. It felt good, maybe a little too good, and you failed to suppress a quiet gasp.

When you had pulled back far enough to catch his gaze, you immediately realized his eyes had changed. The calm was gone; now, something akin to a storm was brewing underneath.

It was a look you were very familiar with.

He let out a low exhale, as if he had been holding his breath. Your name fell from his lips, low and sultry, a warning, or a curse, and it made you shudder.

Hawks tilted back suddenly and started a sharp decent downward. Having flown together many times, you weren't afraid. The arms around his shoulders tightened and you let out a soft gasp, but more so out of surprise than fear.

His wings fanned out and took him sharply soaring through the trees at a speed much faster than he had brought you here. His grip on you was almost painfully tight, as if his fingers were trying to dig past the fabric of your clothes to get to your skin.

Excitement made you forget about the biting cold, the forest around you distorted almost violently. Suddenly, the cabin door was creaking and then being slammed shut. You hadn't even seen the cabin come into view. Everything felt like a daze.

He flew up to the loft and dropped you unceremoniously at the edge of the bed. The tumble had resulted in you facing away from him; but, you could feel his eyes burning through you.

"Take off your clothes," Hawks commanded, his voice oddly polite despite the nature of his request.

Just as soon as you started working your jacket off, he was kneeling to pull at the laces on your boots. He was strangely gentle when he pulled your shoes off, less so when he tossed them aside. As you worked your shirt off, he pulled your pants and underwear down in one fell swoop, leaving you mostly bare and cold.

You rotated around and leaned up on your elbows, catching his cold stare, indicating that you were not done yet. You peeled your socks off, feeling a rush of excitement at the look he was giving you.

Hawks usually wore a kind, harmless face, not that it was unnatural, for he truly was a good person. However, most could easily forget or be blind to how powerful he was.

Now, in his gold eyes, that was what you saw, the reality that he could take whatever he wanted, when he wanted. You didn't have to be reminded, for every sparring and training session did just that: you couldn't best him if your life depended on it.

Still, Hawks wasn't that kind of person. He was the kind of loved, often times so passionately that you feared you couldn't keep up.

Even now, when his hands took hold of your waist, his body language dominating, wings spread wide behind him, you felt loved.

An amused sound, like a hum, rumbled out of his chest as he carefully maneuvered you around.

You were compliant, letting him roll you around and push your chest down into the bed. The hand on your back was gentle, but commanding, fingers splayed wide in the space between your shoulder blades.

Instead of nudging your thighs with his hands, a boot-clad toe poked between your ankles, commanding you to spread your legs, which you did with a low moan. You leaned up on your toes, presenting to him like an animal.

The sight threatened to send him into a spiral, and you felt his clothed body fall over you, pushing you down into the bed.

His wings flapped once, sending a sharp gust of wind spiraling around the room. There was a painfully obvious contrast between the soft texture of his shirt and the rough texture of his pants.

He made it very clear, with a roll of his hips, that he was ready to take you. The feeling of his clothed erection against your sex, combined with the knowledge that he could just slip right in without preamble, had you mewling.

"You like this," Hawks observed, the words like thunder as they rolled off his tongue.

He retreated, suddenly reeling back and standing behind you, warmth leaving along with him.

"You like when I just take?" he asked, accentuating 'take' with a smack to the back of your thigh. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but it did manage to startle a yelp out of you.

"Yeah," he uttered lowly, agreeing with his own observations. "You like being Hawks' little plaything," he continued, almost purring the words.

Your delirious brain didn't really know what to expect next. When you heard a thump, you had no idea what to make of it, until you felt breath on your skin and realized that was the sound of Hawks' falling onto his knees behind you.

He didn't waste any time diving in, lapping a heavy tongue across your slit, from top to bottom. His hands gripped your thighs, keeping you still while his tongue breached your entrance.

If his enthusiasm and lack of grace wasn't enough, the rumbling sound he made was enough to make it obvious he liked it.

You couldn't fathom that your taste could possibly be that good; however, you didn't dare comment, especially not when he was doing things with his tongue that shouldn't be humanly possible.

A rough smack to your behind startled you from a delirious daze of pleasure. You yelped quietly, but otherwise remained compliant. When he smacked you again, this time growling faintly into your sex, it was clear he wanted something that you weren't delivering; but, you didn't know what.

"K-Keigo, what-" you whined, breaking off into a howl when he smacked you again.

Normally, such a touch would have you instinctively shriveling away; however, his grip on you was tight, and it kept you still.

Hawks smacked you again, you helplessly cried out, again, and the sound faded into moans that you couldn't possibly contain with what he was doing. You started to wonder, when another smack was delivered, if he was just doing that for his own amusement.

Eventually, he stopped and leaned back, rising to his feet. His hand slid over yours, large palm practically swallowing yours, and guided it back to your sex. You rotated a little, angling your body to follow his movement.

"Feel that," he gently commanded. "How wet and warm you are for me."

You heard the floorboard creak as he leaned back, clearly to get a good view. You did as he requested, immediately driving two fingers into yourself. Sure enough, you were slippery, walls compliant and squishy, and unbelievably warm inside.

Being ready for him with little provocation wasn't exactly a new thing. You were both very busy heroes and keeping your relationship on the downlow. That meant quickies more often than proper time together.

Yet, Hawks sounded immensely pleased; with himself or with you, you couldn't quite tell.

He returned to the floor, hand brushing your knuckles to push your fingers in as deep as they could go.

"Keigo, what are you-" you began, cutting off when his tongue returned to your heat, right alongside your fingers.

"Finger yourself," he told you, sounding oddly blissful despite the fact that you hadn't touched him at all. His cock was still trapped inside his pants, throbbing against the rough material.

You complied with his request, lacking in any grace or proper friction considering the awkward angle. However, Hawks groaned in approval at the view before leaning back in.

His tongue dipped in right alongside your digits. Immediately, he forced the pace and you were desperate to try and keep up, fingers squelching in and out of your core alongside the slobbery mess of his tongue.

Your fingers couldn't compare, lacking in the length, thickness and dexterity of his digits. But, it seemed that Hawks was less focused on getting you off and more focused on playing with you; or, maybe, you had severely underestimated what the taste of your essence was doing to him.

At some point, he pulled back, grabbed your wrist to remove your fingers from your core, and sucked them into his own mouth. You weren't expecting the teeth, and let out a low hiss when his fangs threatened to pierce the skin, holding you firmly in place while his tongue sucked your fingers clean.

He didn't release your hand when he was done. You heard the floorboards creak as he stood up, felt him tug your hand down, until your knuckles brushed his clothed cock.

"You want that?" Hawks breathed.

His free hand gently spread over the space between your shoulder blades, pushing you down before you could dare think to lean up. Your cheek was resting against the sheets, hair spewed about in a mess. His hand wandered, pushing hair out of the way until your neck and shoulders were properly exposed.

From where you laid on the bed, you couldn't make out the sight of him; but, you could see one of his wings, stretched out, looming predatorily.

"Yes," you replied hoarsely.

His hand glided over the prominent bump where your first vertebrae jutted from the top of your spine, and lowered, setting between your shoulder blades once more, where he held you still.

"Then, take it," Hawks uttered, his other hand releasing your wrist.

You let out a low hiss, wanting to curse him for making such a ridiculous request. You couldn't see his face; but, you sure as hell could feel the smirk he was wearing as he stared at you, watching your handle fumble with his belt.

You doubted it was mercy; but, Hawks leaned in closer, the tops of his thighs sliding over the backs of yours, making it a little easier to undo his belt buckle.

The button on his pants followed, but not with ease, before you tugged his zipper down. You couldn't tug his pants down like this, leaving you to fumble around with his boxers, trying to fish his cock out.

"Keigo, you fucking ass-" you growled, not bothering to hide your frustration.

Hawks laughed softly, sounding a little more out of it than he did amused. "'m sorry," he cooed. "-like seein' you struggle."

The slur in his voice should have given it away, his patience had depleted; however, it still surprised you when he suddenly swatted your hand away. He hooked his thumb on the hem of his boxers and pulled them down just enough for his cock to bob free.

You felt the smooth tip nudge at your entrance, the faintest warning, before he pushed forward and entered your moist heat.

"Ohhhh fuck," Hawks howled.

He gave you no time to become accustomed to the sudden intrusion, immediately pistoning his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out of you.

One hand pinned your torso, while his thighs pinned your legs, and his other hand gripped your hip for leverage. You shifted your feet, trying to lift up on your toes to better the angle, and bumped against his boots.

He was still fully clothed; and, really, that shouldn't have mattered so much. After all, how many times had he freed his cock from his jumpsuit to take you quick and hard before tucking it back in and immediately looking as if nothing nefarious had occurred. Yet, still, the realization had you feeling dizzy.

Before you could nudge a hand between your thighs, something beat you to it. You recognized that bizarre texture. It was soft, sure, but a tad bit pricklier than a normal feather, with an unnatural, firm touch. The little heathen knew exactly how you liked to be touched there, too.

The wet, lewd noises of your union, skin slapping together, was drowned out by the litany of moans pouring from his mouth. If he wasn't crying out in ecstasy, he was huffing and puffing like he had just ran a marathon.

If you were being honest, he was being just a little too rough, a little too fast, offering you no reprieve. You didn't doubt that he would stop if you asked him to; but, you sure as hell didn't want him to. The intensity of it all had you on a plain of existence you rarely got to experience, where pleasure became blinding and mind-numbing.

His hand slid off your back and onto the bed, grabbing a fistful of the sheets as he set a brutal pace, the kind that threatened to unravel your sanity.

"Fuck! You feel so fucking good," he growled, sounding so out of breath and lost. "Gonna fill you up. Yeah, I am. Want my seed dripping out of you all fucking week."

High off the pleasure, and maybe a little influenced by his own state, you moaned approvingly at the suggestion.

"Baby," he whined, suddenly sounding like he was in pain. The feather fluttering against your pearl intensified, practically vibrating against you with how fast it was moving.

"Need you come, need you to come," Hawks pleaded, the words hissing out from his lips between desperate pants.

You didn't think you could come in that moment. Everything felt so good, from his cock rearranging your insides to his feather flicking at your clit. The pleasure was tingling down your thighs and crawling up your spine. You could barely breathe, let along process a coherent thought beyond Keigo.

The hand that had been holding your hip let go and joined the other in gripping the bed. He arched over you, forehead meeting your back.

"Come for me, come for me," Hawks sobbed.

You realized then, as he trembled behind you, that he had reached his own completion, and he didn't slow down until his orgasm waned. You could feel his seed, like molten lava as it filled your insides.

Hawks was still panting when he growled, "again."

He flipped you over, winding your legs over his waist and somehow managing to keep his cock seated inside of you during the transition. Your arms flopped uselessly above your head. You felt weak, laying there like a doll while he turned you over. Still, it felt good: his cock, his hands, his warmth.

One of his arms looped beneath your lower back and tugged you properly onto the bed. He climbed onto the sheets and followed, dragging you beneath him.

He was prepared to continue thrusting into you wildly and blindly chase another orgasm when your eyes met and he froze up. You could practically see him blink away delirious arousal, the sight of your debauched face bringing him back to his senses.

"B-baby, do you need me to stop?" Hawks offered, the words falling from his lips so weakly.

You huffed out a weak breath and reached for him. He leaned down, letting you wind your arms across his shoulders. Your fingers dipped across his clothed back until you reached his wings.

Hawks literally shouted when your fingers dipped into the exposed seams on the shirt and touched the baby feathers growing fresh from his back. The sound rattled your bones and made you jerk from the startle.

He didn't have to be told twice, obviously, for Hawks continued his thrusting immediately. The slippery, wet sounds of his claim over your body was downright disgusting, and you loved it. Your legs clung desperately to his hips, heels digging into the backs of his thighs.

One of his feathers was still pressed against your clit, now trapped between your bodies. It had stopped moving; but, every time he thrust back into you, it created delicious friction.

Your assault on his wings rendered Hawks incapable of speech. The pleasured sounds he made was almost unnatural. If you didn't know any better, you would have thought he was in pain between the broken, blabbering moans and choked, sharp gasping.

His arms were still wound beneath you, holding onto you for leverage and clinging to you so closely, so tightly, it was almost crushing. His wings were arched up high, flapping occasionally as if to increase the momentum behind his thrusts.

His face fell into your throat, forcing your head back into the sheets. He was burning hot, practically oozing sweat. In the corner of your eye, you could see the red tint staining his ears. You could practically feel his frustration gnawing its way through his body and into yours.

Without warning, you felt what couldn't be mistaken for anything other than Hawks' teeth piercing the skin of your neck. Sure, he had bit you before, even left faint hickies on occasion; however, this was something else entirely, and forced a scream from your throat.

You had no doubt he had pierced the skin, judging by how it burned. He was growling into the skin, holding onto you with his teeth as if you were attempting to flee. You didn't dare release his wings, fingers woven through the fine plumes, caressing the sensitive skin of his shoulder blades, where crimson feathers grew.

The bite hurt, without a doubt, but there was no denying the electrical shocks of pleasure it sent through your body. If it wasn't that, then it was the growls vibrating from his mouth onto your skin.

Suddenly, your orgasm hit, and left you screaming and gasping with a sort of ferocity you didn't think you were capable of. Something that sounded almost like his name fell from your lips at some point. Your back arched and your legs trembled where they rested around his hips.

You failed to realize he was following closely behind you. Your grip on his feathers had gone limp and you didn't notice the way his wings arched up, the tips of the longest quills nearly touching the ceiling. He kept going and going, until he was spent and your cries of ecstasy came to a halt.

Hawks let go of your throat and leaned up, removing his arms from beneath you to set his palms on the sheets. He should have felt embarrassed or ashamed or something. But, looking down at the bleeding bite wound on your shoulder, watching the way your chest heaved with heavy breaths, seeing the tint of red along your cheeks and neck, he felt blissfully proud.

Hawks scooped you into an embrace and carefully rolled onto his side, bringing you in with him and cradling you against his chest. One of his wings fell over you, the plumes stretched wide to hide you from the outside world. All you could see was him, his handsome face, the crimson feathers of his wings.

You were acutely aware that he was still inside you, still somewhat hard; but, his temperature was lowering and his breathing was steadily returning to normal. Your fingers untangled from his plumes and came around to rest limply on his chest.

He lapped his tongue softly against the bite wound until it stopped bleeding before peppering it with kisses. It stung a little and you squirmed in his grasp.

"I'm not sorry about the bite," Hawks confessed lowly, leaning back to look at your face.

"Me either," you replied, offering him a weak smile.

He looked blissfully unaware until you leaned in and sucked some of the skin of his neck into your mouth. Hawks groaned approvingly, laying still until you were satisfied and let go, leaving behind a faint, purple bruise.

You stared at his handsome face, watching the vibrant, red blush slowly leave his features as he calmed down. Blonde locks were clinging to his sweat soaked forehead and everything between the two of you reeked of sex. Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to complain when he looked so damn happy.

Hawks leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss against yours lips. Before he could retreat, you tilted your head and leaned in, not letting him escape. He hummed into the kiss, letting you lead until you were content and departed with a wet smack.

"Just a little bit longer," he promised, fingers gently digging into your back.

"Tell me what you're thinking," you requested, nuzzling your nose against his.

Something uncertain flickered in his gold eyes and his lids narrowed slightly.

"It's not sensical," he uttered lowly, and you felt one of his hands slide around to your front. His thumb lovingly brushed along the dip of your tummy, beneath your belly button. His gold eyes shifted down, staring at the expansion of your naval with dedication.

You both had implants. It wasn't going to happen. He knew that. Of course he did. But, he couldn't help but feel dedicated to commit to the effort, as if it would.

Your hand followed his, spreading over his fingers to press him down gently over your lower abdomen, as if this would be successful, as if there was a chance he would take. The encouragement to put him ease.

Hawks wanted to believe it was the rut talking. Some of it was, his body deliriously driven to mate, to the point that he overheated and arousal pained his core. But, his motivation wasn't purely biological. It was because it was you, whom he trusted with every fiber of his being.

But, he couldn't bring himself to tell you that. You loved being a hero, and he wasn't going to take that from you.

It felt special, being hidden with him like this, beneath his wing, whispering such depravities to one and other, that the rest of the world would never know. You felt safe, in a way that felt impossible. Here, as irrational as it sounded, you felt like Hawks could protect you from the world.

#takami keigo x reader #takami keigo smut #takami keigo x you #hawks x reader #hawks smut #takami keigo fanfiction

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yostresswritinggirl · 4 years ago

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Seers' Miscellany

Prologue: Origins of the first bloom

A circular fic for the Dainsleif mini-series I'll be working on. This will be the introduction; of the evanescent bough keeper of the new world. "Observers of the North do not usually wind up in personal business, but when they do, in their wake comes great shifting of the plates of the timelines." Logs of the stag and the delicate flower.

Pairings -> Dainsleif x Reader; Reader is NOT Traveler

Word Count -> 1579

Themes -> Pretty sad, but also fluffy

Chapters -> 1

Warnings -> Story progression takes a while, oh dear why am I doing this now, I'm so busy

"500 mora; and three answered questions."

He's not really sure what lead him to indulge the requests of a simple adventurer when he made his rounds around the city of freedom. Was it the simple need for currency? It couldn't be, he was better off with other commissions that Katheryne could offer.

Was it the desperation in your voice and eyes? You looked at him like a prophet, your only salvation, and perhaps in this context that may be true. You were but a lone adventurer and the way your weight leans heavier on one foot shows your struggle to those who have keen eyes like him, no other person wished to indulge your needs and you were getting desperate.

Or was it the three questions? Dainsleif have yet to hear such contractual obligations before, but it felt as tho it was the most important part of the agreement he took the moment you pleaded with that soft voice. Humble yet resolved, not letting him walk away without at least considering it once.

And so he found himself traversing the land of the wolves through a dangerous path, where you skip ahead with a gait of happiness, bubbly and energetic enough to surpass even his long legs. You hummed without consideration at the glee of finally having a companion, and he did not mind it at the slightest despite the attention it may bring upon your little party.

"First question," Dainsleif fleeted his gaze away from the horizon to turn to you whom slowed your pace to match his, head looking over your shoulder with a wide grin. "How are you?" So innocent.

He huffs in amusement, the most emotion you've seen of him. "You don't need to waste a contract question for such a simple question, you know," he stands behind you as you crouch down on a shrubbery filled with Wolfhooks. Your main objective for visiting Wolvendom in the first place.

You assured him that you meant your question in every way possible as your hands carefully pick at the herbs, wary of the thorns and the intrusive prickly leaves. Despite your attention turned away from him he knows you await his answer. Dainsleif hums to himself and stops—

How is he? What does he truly feel in this moment of his time?

A simple question yet risked for one of the three inquiries agreed upon definitely holds a deeper meaning. His train of spiraling thoughts halts upon the sound of otherwordly grunts and chants as he turns away from your still busy form (you seem very focused on your foraging) to find three Hilichurls approaching with ill intent.

Dainsleif squints at the impending threat before shooting a final glance to make sure you weren't looking. His arm glows blue as he raises it, power in the form of blue swirling mist surges around him - how are you? The feeling brings him back to vague memories of his past, of the energy rising through him at his expeditions with an old companion, of the thrill spent upon encountering the unexpected. Such thoughts are not vivid but the familiarity of what he is experiencing right now was enough for him.

Though he was sure that there were no camps before they went through this route.

"You asked me how I am," he spoke when you finally turned from the bush with an armful of Wolfhooks on your arsenal, confusion on your face at the sight of downed Hilichurls and the side profile of the bough keeper.

His cerulean eyes were fixated at his left hand that he repeatedly closes and opens for a few seconds, before he fully turns to you (your eyes did not miss the blue glow from underneath his cape, where his right arm should be) with a wisp of a smile, "I feel alive right now."

You reciprocated the gesture with a wide grin, "I'm glad to hear that!"

A majority of the wolfhooks gathered where given to the little Botanist Chloris, the seller of flowers, who looked relieved and ecstatic upon your arrival. Something Dainsleif took great notice of. Carefully handing over the berries and some which you had to pluck singularly from your companion's flowy cape, the little girl gave you her Valberries in exchange.

It was sweet and familiar, something Dainsleif took note as he accepted your offer of the fruit despite his none need for sustenance.

Your little chewing sounded through as you two settled on the humble camp you managed to setup with your supply for a single individual. There was a little hole in the middle for a campfire Dainsleif had made the effort to prepare knowing the coldness the night will bring soon enough, and your fragile form is not something he wishes to bargain now. Is that really the reason? Perhaps in the back of his mind, he was really just working on forgotten routines.

"Second question," his footstep at the edge of the camp halts as he turns once again, where you sat on the mat as tonight's bedding, hands flicking to remove the stray juices of the berries. He stood still in wait before he goes back to his mini mission of getting fire wood.

"Go on," he urged when you stood a minute longer in silence.

"Do you like traveling, Dain?" Easy enough, he simply said yes and left when you ended the conversation with a nod.

When he came back with the wood and tinder bundle for easy spreading, out of the corner of his eye he watched your hands work on the mortal and pestle as you grinded the remaining wolfhooks on your person. The fire started the moment he was done setting up the kindling and your face filled with admiration at the sudden and immediate spark, praising him for his quick work.

Dainsleif is both talkative and not, and at times he finds himself rambling to the wind. The moments of the night passed without much details until he found himself talking about his past adventures with his old companion, of the world they've seen together and the now estranged relationship between them.

His responses were sometimes cryptic unintentionally, and he apologizes when there are things about it that he couldn't answer simply because he could not remember. When silence struck after he finished his tales and meal, the beautiful spike in his eyes found yours gleaming despite the drowsiness pulling at your whole feature.

"I'm glad you're very fond of traveling. If not, I wouldn't have met you," and he wouldn't have taken the commission. Dainsleif's eyes flashed in recognition, finally understanding the meaning behind your second question. Somehow this little commission deal turned into a silent back and forth quip of him understanding past your simple inquiries.

Like a little game he muses on with his curious mind.

That night you rested with the extra comfort of his eccentric cape, something you needed more than him as he gazes over the clear night sky. His eyes silently traced the galaxy of stars while the sound of your whispered breathing accompanies his sleepless night.

The last question and that last of your very quick expedition came the next day at the cliffside overlooking the lair sealed by winds.

Your fingers were dusted by the violet paste of grinded wolfhooks long consumed the night prior, stained fingers gripping the thin and fragile stem of the yellow dandelion in its grasp. It was his great observation that let him realize the disaster that happened now but even his foresight could not prepare him for what has to come.

"Third question," his head snapped down to watch your ethereal face don a calm smile, the sun's setting light kissing your cheeks in the right angle that matched that of the clean clouds above. Your eyes silently questioned his unfocused gaze but he only shook his head.

Don't worry about it. "I know this last question would end the commission with you," your voice trembled in both fear and fatigue but Dainsleif didn't force you to preserve your strength like he should. "But I wanted to ask, maybe tomorrow again,

do you want to be my traveling companion?"

The hand that clutched the Dandelion found it way to the side of his mask, the petals brushing against his eyelids as he looks down at you with an eye. A ghost of a smile lingers on his lips as he leans on your hand.

"It would be my pleasure."

Life momentarily flashed over your orbs before you let out a sharp exhale and a breathless, joyous laughter. Relief overtook the tension that laid on your shoulders, and your hand would have dropped to the ground immediately if he had not gripped it on the last second.

"That sounds good. I've always wanted to travel the world," he pulls the cape closer around your form as your eyelids droop to a close. And he witness another breathe, "It was supposed to be today, but I feel really tired today, I'll rest early too if that's okay."

He rose from the ground with you in his arms, "I'll be here."

"Mmm thank you... good... night."

"Good night, little dandelion."

And perhaps that distant memory from faraway had urged him to invite and indulge, when he saw the same spark of intrigue and desperation, of the warmth of carefree days in front of him.

"But I will require advance payment,

500 Mora, and three answered questions."

Dainsleif SUPREMACY MWAHAHAHAHAH

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universalistotalis · 3 years ago

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You fool

Gojo Satoru x Fem reader

Angst

1.7k words

Masterlist!!!

“Do you Y/n, take this man as your lawfully wedded husband?” Your eyes glowed as you looked at the love your life standing in front of you. This feeling of elation was something you never thought of experiencing in the past but here you are, fueled by passion and love for the person made for you.

“I do.” Your voice echoed in the venue.

Gojo Satoru’s dazzling eyes burned on your form as he too was fueled with the same passion and love for only you. The both of you had been through so much together. And as his sight was fixated with the image of your eyes, he can’t help but have a trip down to memory lane.

La la la la

La la la la la la ~

Gojo’s voice echoed the halls playfully as you walked down the makeshift aisle lined with a red carpet in one of the hotels you both went to. The sides were designed with white and pastel colors of cloth, dotted with pink roses and yellow daisies. No one was around the marriage booth exhibit so the both of you, being the wacky couple that you were, barged in and played pretend.

Although this wasn’t pretend for Gojo. He may be smiling as if he was about to share a joke but his heart was beating like crazy while he’s looking at you, walking to him, who’s standing in front of the printed altar. He was singing the Bridal Chorus but stopped as you made your way in front of him.

“You’re so damn beautiful, babe.” He whispered as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

He was delighted as you blushed dangerously at his words. After all these years, you were still affected by his charms.

“Y-you’re not bad yourself.” You stuttered.

He laughed loudly at how cute you were being. It amazed him at how comfortable you were in his presence now. In the past, you could barely look at him in the eye, let alone talk to him... but now look at you!

Your chuckles mixed with his in the silence. After catching your breath, your eyes scanned the vicinity before pulling one of his hands. “C’mon, Satoru. We have to go.”

You expected him to agree and walk away with you to another place but he held his place, a foreign smile formed on his lips. It was not the playful smirk you were so accustomed to seeing, but it was so sincere, so full of love that you stared at it for a while. His hands removed the blindfold that covered his eyes and you silently gasped at the sparkles in them as the light illuminated the magnificent pale blue orbs. Then, he encased your hands in his before he took a deep breath and said…

“I love you. I thank all the gods everyday because out of the billions of people they built, they led me to you. I’m so glad I found you.”

“I mean you have six eyes so…” You snorted, even though you felt electrifying tingles from your head all the way to the tips of your toes.

He laughed again and hissed. “Stop ruining the moment!”

“Okay, okay. Continue, my lord.” You bowed respectfully, playfully.

He chuckled once more and hooked your chin on his fingers. “This. The way you make me laugh, the way you make me this happy, it’s enough… more than enough for me to stay and fight for you. Sometimes I wonder if it ever is legal for someone to be so perfect. You understand all parts of myself that I don't even notice. When you look at me, you don’t see that all powerful being everyone is talking about. You see me… the real me.”

A sigh escaped his lips, his eyes gloss over his thoughts. “I can never let them take you away from me. They’ve taken so much already and I am not going to just stand here and lose you.”

“Satoru—“

You suddenly felt a pang in your chest and the rapid fatigue overcome your body. After all the fun and games, you two were still in hiding. Hiding from the world, hiding from his family, both of which would never see you as a worthy match for the most powerful sorcerer of all time. He was destined for someone greater, someone better, someone of another godly descent! They didn’t care if she wasn’t born yet or was still wandering the streets of the world, clueless of his existence, but they are sure as hell that it wouldn’t and can’t be someone like you. Over their dead bodies!

Sometimes you believed them. You let their words and judgments cloud your mind but before they can take over, his voice guides you out.

His grip tightened on your fingers, eyes finding yours and holding your gaze. “I will not lose you. You’re the only right thing in my world and I intend to keep you with me for as long as I shall live. You showed me the love I never thought I deserved. You showed me immense kindness that I never thought someone could possess. You made me believe in the good. You gave me a reason to live everyday with a purpose in my head. You keep me sane. Alive. Free.”

“Oh Satoru.” You smiled through your tears at his revelation.

“I’d choose to spend all my infinities with you. No pun intended.” He joked, even when there were tears brimming in his eyes.

“I’d gladly spend them with you too.” You whispered, marveling at the warmth of his hands, wiping the tears away, erasing all the pain of the past, of the judgments and hurt…

“Stay with me.” He whispered back but you hear the tone of desperation in his voice. He was no fool. He could see you cracking at all the comments of his family and strangers alike. He would always thank you for being strong and for holding on…

You sighed as his lips found yours. Warmth coursed through your veins as you felt his soft breath brush your face. This is what home felt like. Suddenly, his tongue darted out to lick your bottom lip, asking you to give him entrance to the warm interior. And you did. It was a desperate kiss of tongue and teeth clashing, of heavy breaths and tight grips. There were no inhibitions, no doubts. You both were so in love with each other, refusing to let one another go, refusing to leave each other’s sides…

But eventually, both of you faded. There were trying times, too much of trying times actually… and you two are but victims to emotions, and it came to a point where love just wasn’t enough. So you let each other go, breathe, and fly away.

“You may now kiss the bride.” The pastor announced.

Gojo had to look away from the sight of you landing your lips on another, other than his. He thought he was going to be alright when the both of you agreed to go on separate ways. He reasoned that you both needed to grow in your respective fields, to grow as a person. He deluded himself that you could only do this when you both were away from each other. And maybe after, you can both come back to each other's arms but he knew that was too much to ask.

He was the one who kept asking you to shun out the harsh words from everybody even though he knew how much pain you had to endure. Now, he can’t help but feel guilty as he was the one who got swallowed up by those judgments until it ate him whole. It was supposed to be you and him against the world but he turned against you too.

The pain in your eyes were unbearable when he said his goodbyes. What happened to his speeches about making you stay with him? What happened to his promise of protecting you from all the barriers that separated you from one another? What happened to his love for you?

“Gojo sensei.” Megumi called while patted his back. “Are you alright?”

Gojo pushed his dark- rimmed glasses to the bridge of his nose while displaying a playful smirk. “Of course! I’m so happy for her! Look at them! Such a lovely couple!”

His blood boiled at the sight of you. He preferred to be battling cursed spirits than to be in this damned wedding. But he had to see you. He had to see if you were alright. He had to see that you were truly happy without him.

“That should have been me, Megumi.” He whispered to the man beside him.

“You’re crazy, sensei.” Megumi scoffed.

He chuckled. “No, no, I’m serious! I was supposed to propose to her that day! Can you believe it?!"

“Sensei—“

“This ring…” Gojo’s fingers reached for his pocket where he fetched a dazzling, silver, and diamond band with both your names engraved in it. “...is supposed to be resting on her finger, not that trashy one the other bastard got her.”

He sighed. “I never knew why I postponed though. Live in the moment, my ass! I'll do it next time, my ass! I'll make it the grandest, my ass! Look where she is now!"

"Hush!" Megumi's hands flew to his babbling mouth that was shouting all of his regrets.

Gojo's body deflated at the millions of ways he could have done the proposal right even when it's now useless to think of. "Maybe I took her presence for granted. Maybe I thought that she would always be there. Maybe I thought she would never leave. Maybe I thought that she would want to spend all her infinities with me.” His voice faltered at the end as he heard your voice saying the same words.

His eyes closed shut, remembering the promises you made to each other. “She meant it though when she said that. And when she said she loved me. She was so ready to be with me, so ready to fight for me. I’m the fool for letting her go.”

Megumi’s eyes filled with concern for his teacher, much like an older brother. He has never seen him at this state, all weak to the knees.

“Say, Megumi- chan.” Gojo’s lopsided smirk appeared again but everybody knows he’s not in the mood for any jokes.

“Yeah?”

“Does she look genuinely happy?” He asked, staring into the void.

Megumi’s eyes trailed from Gojo to you, who was smiling dearly at your beloved husband as you shared a dance in this reception. Your eyes were visibly twinkling under the lights and you looked like you can’t see anybody but the person in front of you.

“Yes, she does.” He replied.

“Then, let’s go.” He smiled sadly before sighing defeatedly. The ring was again tucked in his pockets, hidden, never to be seen by you, worn by you, cherished by you.

As he walked out of the doors, he took one last glance at the love of his life.

“If I could, I’d carve all the roads of infinity to lead you back to me. Maybe by then, I could have a chance with you again. I love you, I always will.”

His footsteps led him away from the venue. Away from you. But his heart stayed in your presence and his mind repeated the same thing over and over again.

Gojo Satoru, you fool.

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Just painted Gojo Satoru and my head was like, "Why not write angst about this guy?" Lol

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wrenhyperfixates · 4 years ago

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Eyes Closed

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: Loki escapes to his Midgardian’s house to decompress when the stress and pressure becomes too much. Spending time with you is just the thing he needs. Warnings: very short; excessive fluff A/N: Inspired by the song Eyes Closed by Bearings. Hope you all enjoy! :)

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Loki didn’t think he’d ever been so tired in his whole life. And after his latest mission, he felt ready to break down. Some Asgardian criminal had been wreaking havoc on Midgard, so Thor and Loki had been tasked with stopping him. It should have been easy considering they knew all about the villain. Except that worked the other way around, too, and he knew just how to get under Loki’s skin.

It hurt having his past dredged up and dangled in front of his face like that. Made him feel weak, fragile. Not that he would ever let his fellow Avengers know. Feeling tired and lonely, he stole away to his Midgardian’s house. And, yes, he considered you his Midgardian because none of his teammates knew bout you. By keeping your relationship a secret, he felt he could best keep you safe. Plus, this way you didn’t have to worry about the press.

“How are you doing?” you asked, bringing over a cup of tea for him.

“Admittedly, still not amazing,” he responded, eyes closed. He was currently laying on your living room floor, enjoying the feel of the cold wood beneath him. He’d already told you all about the mission which, at very least, had been successful. “But getting better.”

“Is there anything else I can do to help?”

Loki contemplated as you carefully lifted his head and put it gently back down in your lap. You began lightly scratching his scalp, working your fingers through his hair. Your lilting laughter filled the room as he purred from the simple action. As you waited for his reply, you leaned forward and placed tiny kisses all over his face, saving his lips for last.

“Well, my sweet little mortal, this is certainly helping,” he chuckled.

You hummed as you continued to tenderly massage his head. Just enjoying the way you could be together and understand each other without having to speak, the god felt himself calm down considerably. Once he visibly relaxed, you ceased your ministrations and went to lie with your head resting on his chest. Instinctively, his arms wrapped around you. Your comforting scent filled his lungs, and you nuzzled against him as the last of the tension left his body. He always felt the most content when you were in each other’s arms.

“Thank you, my love,” he whispered. “For taking care of me.”

“You’re welcome, darling,” you responded, tracing patterns on the exposed skin at the nape of his neck. “You know what I think?”

“No. Do tell.”

You looked up at him, admiring the slope of his jaw from your vantage point. “You need a vacation. Something relaxing where you can decompress. Even superheroes deserve a break every now and again.”

His heart swelled hearing you call him a superhero. No matter what the rest of the world thought of him, he could never see himself as anything other than a villain. A worthless, vile criminal. But you? You told him he was far more than that. Just think; him a hero? It sounded preposterous, especially when you sprinkled in about a million other flattering adjectives. But you looked at him so sweetly, touched him so lovingly, that he began to believe you.

Loki truly did not know what he would do without you. Didn’t really want to think about it either, for that matter. He had a few times, though, and came to the conclusion he never wanted to have to say goodbye to you. Never wanted to leave your side. So if he was going to get away from his hectic life for a time, he would certainly need you to come with him.

“Perhaps. But only if you join me,” he finally replied.

“Deal,” you giggled as he kissed the top of his head. “So where are we going?”

“Hmm, how about you pick?” he suggested. “I will take you anywhere and everywhere you want to go.”

That was true for the most part, but he desperately hoped that you wouldn’t say Asgard. You’d mentioned wanting to visit before, and Loki had promised that you would some day. He was, however, putting it off for as long as he could. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed he was dating a mortal or anything like that. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He supposed it should be odd he was embarrassed of a magical realm with a golden palace, but he certainly didn’t have very fond memories of the place. Or the people there.

“Alright then. What about Paris?” you asked. “You know, the city of love? I think that sounds good for us.”

“Indeed it does, my little mortal,” he eagerly agreed, glad you hadn’t mentioned his home world. “The arrangements shall be made.”

The two of you chatted for a while longer, never getting up from your spot on the floor. For so long, Loki had been searching for something to make his life complete. He hadn’t realized that something was actually a someone. Here with you, he knew you were all he needed, he’d do anything for you. So of course he obliged your next request.

“Hey, Loki? Will you please sing for me?” you innocently questioned.

He had always been self-conscious about how he sounded, but you always told him how enchanting his voice was, how much you loved it. It was actually an accident the first time he sang for you. He’d been preparing dinner at your house for the first time. Out of habit, he began to sing, forgetting he wasn’t alone. Then you came up behind him and hugged him, telling him he sounded beautiful. His face was bright red, but he was thrilled you enjoyed it.

Thinking of that time, he sang the same song he had then. You’d requested it multiple times since, and it had quickly become one of your favorites. It was an Asgardian tune, so you couldn’t understand the words. You just liked the way he sounded, though. You never asked him what it was about, either. Instead, you liked to make up little stories in your head. By now you knew it well enough to hum along to certain parts, which made Loki unbelievably happy. He wanted to write a song for you, one day. He’d actually started one, but knew there was so much he still wanted to say. But some day, when he’d perfectly and completely put into the lyrics how much he loves you, he’d sing it.

Soon he’d tell his teammates, or at very least his brother, about you. That would be unavoidable if he was going to spend the rest of his life with you. But for now, he just enjoyed his time with you, undisturbed by the world. As if you knew what he was thinking, you kissed ever so gently over where his heart beat within his chest.

Troubles long forgotten and still singing, laying in his love’s living room with his eyes closed, Loki smiled brighter than he ever had before. And, without even having to open up those brilliant blue-green orbs, he knew you were smiling right back.

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shiny-jr · 4 years ago

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❝ ᴏ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ ᴜ ᴘ ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ᴅ ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴍ ❞

➼ 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕦𝕤 𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕒

It was a dream.

(Y/n) hummed as they skipped along the brick path. This place was beautiful, a sizable garden surrounded by dark woods. Gentle raindrops trickled down from the gray clouds dotting the sky, but they weren’t heavy enough to block out the setting sun’s orange glow it casted on the earth.

Merrily they jumped in the forming puddles, enjoying this illusion in dreamland. With each hop, water splashed upwards. Not caring if their hair got soaked or their raincoat was covered in droplets, they continued to have fun while singing softly all the while, “I’m singin’ in the rain. Just singin’ in the rain~”

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream.

(Y/n) stopped in their tracks, gaining the feeling of being watched. Looking back, they spotted a figure a few feet behind them. Stopping their fun, they faced the stranger fully with newfound curiosity.

The man blinked, stunning lime green eyes that seemed to glow gazed directly at them. “Hm…?” The stranger had a forbidding appearance, unsmiling and staggeringly tall. From his head were two black curved horns against his jet black hair. His voice slightly deep and he spoke clearly, his words echoing in the empty space around them, “Who are you?”

In the near silence, he could hear their quiet heartbeat. It wasn’t speeding up, it remained at a steady pace. The dripping and flowing water from the fountain sounded, calm and soothing. Right, this was a dream, (Y/n) remembered. There was no real man with horns, this was just a figment of the imagination.

(Y/n) stared back unwaveringly, just as confused as they murmured, “A guy…?” Why would a guy with such a strange feature appear in their dreams?

The man studied them from afar, crossing his arms. His expression remained unchanging, his gaze never leaving their form even as he reached a conclusion. “…You are a child of man.” Still, the question remained, what was a human doing in his dreamland? “How did you get here?” For a moment he appeared a bit irritated that his dreams were ruined by this newcomer. “This is a rare moment when I sleep, and I discover you…”

The young dreamer jumped on the stone edge of a large water fountain, continuing to watch the man from afar. Folding their hands behind their back, they too had many questions. Most importantly, “Who are you?”

For the first time since encountering, the man expressed an emotion: surprise. His eyes widened slightly, silent for a moment before beginning, “Who are… You don’t know who I am? Truly?”

“Should I know who you are?”

A smile crossed his features as he shook his head, “That is… exceedingly rare. Disregard that then. What should I call you?”

“My name is (Y/n).” Offering a smile, they hopped off the water fountain and approached fearlessly. Extending their hand out to him, they continued politely, “It’s nice to meet you,...?”

Astonished that this mere human had the bravery to approach and shake his hand. They really weren’t lying when they said they had no idea who he was. Accepting their hand, he felt their warmth against his cold skin, shaking firmly. “Likewise, what a pleasant encounter… (Y/n)? That’s an unusual name…” When they released their hold on his hand, his arm fell back to his side. The corner of his lips tugged upwards into a smile again, “I’m Mal--... Actually, no. I won’t tell you. Not knowing is for your own benefit. The moment you hear it you’ll feel a frost spread over your skin.”

“Okay… Got it, buddy.” (Y/n) calmly walked back to the water fountain, noticing that the man was following from a distance. “So, if you won’t tell me your name, what the heck am I supposed to call you then?”

“For your ignorance, as an exception, I’ll allow you to call me whatever you like… Though you may come to regret that someday…”

(Y/n) hopped back onto the water fountain, balancing on the edge before facing him again. Able to look him at eye-level now that they stood on this elevated platform. “I’ll think of a nickname eventually. For now I’ll just call you my dream buddy!” Gazing into the blue waters, they stepped in the water fountain. The soles of their rubber boots were submerged, creating small splashes with every hop. They paused once they felt the stare of the young man. Turning to face him, they offered him a hand while inquiring with an eager smile, “Wanna join me, dream buddy?”

“...” He raised an eyebrow before slowly accepting their hand, giving in to that warm smile and child-like twinkle in their eyes. “Very well. I will join you, child of man.”

The two dreamers spent their night together, (Y/n) splashing in the fountain and puddles with hops and jumps, while the mysterious man walked along the water with grace and elegance. After some conversation, he explained that the area they walked in was one he recognized, one from a school of magic he attended. The young human found the man to be strange, but interesting and calming. Even Malleus had to admit, this human he discovered in his dreams had a certain charm to them, they were unafraid of him.

“That’s crazy! There’s no magic in my world. The closest thing we have to magic is electricity and technology, but I’m not sure if that counts.” (Y/n) laughed lightly, entranced when their dream buddy spoke of magic, spells, and potions.

“Is that so?” He hummed, intrigued by their comment. A world without magic, huh?

Beep!

(Y/n) perked up at the familiar beep, scanning the area for the source of the sound. Their vision grew hazy and everything else, even that strange man, sounded distant. Looking up at him, those gleaming green eyes staring down at them.

“(Y/n)? Is something amiss?”

I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam.

BEEP!

(Y/n) sat up with a jolt, feeling the loose pajamas on their skin and their bare feet against the warmth of the blanket. Underneath them they felt the familiar softness of their bed. Instinctively their hand reached out, tapping the alarm clock to prevent it from letting out another screeching beep. Yawning as they fell back onto their mattress, left to stare up at the ceiling while muttering,

“What a weird dream…”

❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂

A few days passed from the night of that dream. That entire day after, they couldn’t help but wonder and look back at it. It felt so real and the scenery was beautiful, and their dream buddy seemed kind. However, after that day, like all dreams, it was forgotten, until nearly a week after.

And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem.

(Y/n) found themself in their dreamland, this time in an environment more familiar to them. A giant park that seemed to stretch forever with the towering skyscrapers of the city over the horizon. Like before, the sun was setting causing the sky to turn dark. Green orbs of light floated in the air, making the space appear magical. Humming as they followed the lights, singing softly as they went along, “A dream is a wish your heart makes, when you’re fast asleep~” Walking along a bridge that arched over water, a skip in their step as they enjoyed the breeze. “In dreams you will lose your heartaches. Whatever you wish for, you keep~”

“My, what a lovely voice you have.”

The young dreamer stopped, turning around only to see that same mysterious man standing on the other side of the bridge. Brightening up, they smiled as they recognized those lime green eyes and those black horns. “Hey, my dream buddy! Malmal!”

“Malmal? By Malmal are you possibly referring to me…?”

“Yeah, you said I could refer to you however I like. You know, since I never got the full name. Just Mal, so I came up with Malmal, or I can call you Mal, either or.” (Y/n) stopped in front of him, frowning lightly as they inquired, “Would you like a different name or something?”

But if I know you, I know what you’ll do.

A smile appeared on the man’s face, laughing in disbelief, “Pfft… Haha! There aren’t many who refer to me with such nicknames. You really seem to know no fear. It is fine. I am not opposed to it, I quite like it.”

“Great! It’s settled then!”

“This is the second time I’ve encountered you in my dreams, child of man. Why is that?”

(Y/n) shrugged before admitting, “I have no clue. I honestly thought you were just part of my imagination at first, but it’s kinda obvious that’s not the case anymore. Everything feels so real, and I can actually remember the dream!”

The man’s gaze drifted towards the end of the bridge, overlooking the water and the greenery of the park. Over the trees he could see strange gray rectangle shaped buildings towering high, almost as if they were scraping the sky. “I do not recognize this place. Is this by chance part of your magicless world?”

“Yep, in all it’s magicless glory!”

You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.

Much of their time spent together that night, (Y/n) explained their homeworld to their dream buddy. However, their time did not stop there. Every week, the same phenomenon occurred, where their dreams were connected somehow despite the fact they were from two different worlds. Every time it happened, the two met and spent their time together. For so long this went on, and each time Malleus felt more connected to the fearless human that befriended him. Slowly but surely, he began to look forward to the sleep he didn’t need but still desired for a chance at connecting with (Y/n) again.

After three months, (Y/n) fell asleep eager as ever, and awoke in an unfamiliar forest. Sometime before they awoke, their dream buddy, Mal, would stumble upon their location and they’d get to spend another wonderful night together. So, while they waited for him to appear, they pranced around barefoot on the soft green grass, weaving around the pine trees as they sang a song they recalled, “I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream~”

Their dream buddy emerged from the forest, going unnoticed by the human. For a moment he stood off to the side, listening to their lovely voice sing such a pleasant and familiar melody. He watched them dance alone, his lime green eyes following their every movement as a smile curled at his lips.

“You’ll love me at once,”

Once their back was turned, he stepped forward and took their hands in his. Joining their waltz, and finishing the lyric in his low and smoky voice, “The way you did once upon a dream~...”

(Y/n) turned to face the young man, shocked at his sudden arrival. “Mal!” He continued to hold their hand as they visibly relaxed upon seeing it was just their dream buddy. “Nice day, right? Oh, I mean, nice night, huh?”

“Yes, it is a nice night.” Finally pulling his hand away, he inquired softly yet somewhat hopefully, “Are you here you provide me company once again?”

“Yeah! I was wondering where you were, you know. You’ll never guess what happened to me today!”

But if I know you, I know what you’ll do.

After six months of meeting, the strangest event occurred, much stranger than their dreams.

(Y/n) was at a party, a huge gathering at a popular bar. Deciding to take a break from the tight-packed crowds, blasting music, and flashing lights, they snuck away from their friends and found a private area on the balcony of one of the higher-level floors. It was beginning to drizzle, but they continued to watch the sunset without a care as the tiny droplets landed on their hair and their clothes.

Malleus was on one of his nightly strolls, it was peaceful and quiet, with only the chirping of crickets or the occasional hoot of an owl. It was easy to escape the watchful eye of the knights Sebek and Silver, quickly forgetting about them as his mind wandered off to the thought of (Y/n). Usually by now, he’d try to sleep in hopes of seeing them, but the human had mentioned last night that they’d be busy tonight and not have much time for sleep. He wondered what they were doing, who they were with, what were they talking about, where were they, were they smiling at this very moment?

Deep in thought, the fae was unable to think of anyone or anything but (Y/n) for quite some time. He had to wonder, would things be different if they were here in Twisted Wonderland with him? Such a thought made him smile. If that were to happen, he wouldn’t have to sleep to see them only twice or three times a week. He’d get to see them everyday, day or night, awake or asleep. Holding up his staff, he recalled the ancient spell he found in his hours of research. Perhaps, he could get another glimpse of them this way. Underneath his breath he chanted the spell. His pace slowed as he felt vibrations underneath him and in the air, the beating of music distant but he could still hear it and feel it. Lifting his head, he looked around until he spotted a familiar figure.

You’ll love me at once.

(Y/n) tensed upon feeling a gaze on them, fearing it was some drunkard that somehow made their way to the balcony. However, when they turned and saw those familiar lime green eyes and those black horns, they dropped their glass beverage.

CLINK!

The beverage shattered against the floor, the human gaping at the sight of their otherworldly friend before them.

Malleus was pleased the spell worked. He could see them, they could see him. Of course, he wasn’t actually there in their world, but he could sense some of the things around them. The booming music and vibrations, the distant sound of lively chatter. That must’ve all been around (Y/n). Seeing the shock on their face, he chuckled, “Hello, child of man.” Wanting to step forward, to engulf them in his arms, but he couldn’t move a step. He was frozen in place, just mere feet away.

“Mal?” (Y/n) appeared confused, so many questions buzzing in their mind. They too were unable to move forward, but that didn’t stop their questions. “How are you-- How is this-- I-- You’re doing this with your magic?”

“(Y/n)!” Distant voices called. Malleus looked at the source, able to see the hazy figures of multiple people joyfully calling out for his child of man, “What are you doing out here?! Let’s go back in and party!”

Party? (Y/n) skipped their meeting, the times he looked forward to, for a party with those people? He felt the vibrations vanish, and the illusion of his dear dream buddy disappeared as well. Holding his hand up to his jet black hair, he could feel the droplets that remained in his hair from the light rain in their world.

Perhaps it would be best to try a different approach…

The way you did once upon a dream.

❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream.

It took a lot of work to find a spell that could transfer him to an entirely different world, it took the effort of both himself and Lilia to cast the spell. Even then, only one person could enter and he only had limited time to locate and find his dream buddy. Recognizing the park they often wandered in their dreams, the real thing was here just across the street. Looking up at the skyscrapers, he racked his memories for the one (Y/n) pointed to and called home. Finally, he spotted it.

It was a quaint apartment complex compared to the towering buildings lining every walkway. It was the middle of the night, so barely anyone was out. The building was brick and he imagined a few dozen other humans must’ve lived within, judging by the many windows. However, he recalled the important detail (Y/n) mentioned, about a small garden rooftop and their star-gazing spot.

In an instant, he teleported himself to the roof and saw it. A space made of glass with dew drops covering the clear walls, plants lining the wall and off to one-side within the glass room was a swinging bench. There they lay, his sleeping beauty, fast asleep. His green eyes gleamed, he felt his heart pick up speed as he reached for the door knob, silently entering as to not disturb their slumber.

I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam.

Upon entering, he could feel the warmth in the room that contrasted to the cold outside. Instantly, large black wings sprouted out from his back. The black feathers of his wings grazed over the green plants, causing thorns to rise up from the soil and suffocate the plant life that once grew there.

And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem.

Once he towered over their vulnerable sleeping form, he knelt down beside them. Lime green eyes took in every inch of body, his mind soaking in every detail and angle of their face. They were here, truly right here in front of him, so close that he could just touch them. His pupils dilated as he slowly reached forward, cold fingers lingering over their warm skin and soft hair. The contact serving as evidence that this was no longer just a dream he could long for, this was reality. When they began to stir awake and their eyes fluttered open, he smiled as his dear child of man, his beloved dream buddy.

But if I know you, I know what you’ll do.

“Mal…?” (Y/n) sat up, dazed and confused as they blinked sleepily. Perhaps this was still a part of their dream. “W-What are you doing here…?”

That smile on his lips remained as he picked them up, cradling them in his arms while his wings wrapped around them. The black feathers brushing against her skin, for the first time ever, (Y/n) was frightened of their dream buddy. They shivered when his cold skin touched them and those lime green eyes unwavering as he spoke, “I’m taking you home, back with me where you belong, my sleeping beauty…”

You’ll love me at one, the way you did once upon a dream.

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