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fallingdownhell · 1 year

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I have been trying to stock up a collection of puppy hybrid reader fics and you're my next victim 😈 /j

Anyways as you know spring/summer season is coming around and that means heat seasons.

May I ask for a genshin character reacting to your heat cycle spontaneously arriving? (With either Kaeya, Diluc, or Zhongli please)

Don't worry, I am willingly becoming a victim. I do not mind.

Characters Included: Zhongli; Diluc

Content: gender neutral reader; established relationship; suggestive and smutty content ahead; puppy!hybrid!reader; heat cycles; mentions of penetration; mentions overstimulation; creampie; fingering; not proofread yet

Word count: 1,6k words

To all the fellow thirsty ones... Enjoy<3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Zhongli

Seeing as he was once a dragon himself, he would have his own heat/rut cycles coming up

since the two of you have been together for some time, being mated for a few years now, your cycles have adjusted to another so they come around the same time every year

you both know by now how to read the signs of the upcoming season and how to best prepare for it

most times, you go out and buy some groceries and food that will last you for a week (or sometimes even longer), while Zhongli takes care and preparing your home, starting on a nest and stuff like that

you both respectively take the time off from work so no one has to worry about that, though for Zhongli it's often a bit more difficult thanks to the lack of employees at the Funeral Parlor

this time however, is different

you didn't get any of you usual signs that your heat was about to hit you. Nothing at all

yet you woke up this morning, your husband having left for work already, and you immediately knew what was up

your entire body felt hot and filled with such intense need, you almost couldn't control yourself

You started panting, thrashing around the bed, debating on what to do, when suddenly the bedroom door was slammed open, Zhongli standing in there, panting as well, a wild and hungry look in his eyes

He walked over to the bed, his eyes fixed on you and he was immediately over you, kissing you harshly

"Z-Zhongli! W-why-!"

"Forgot something.. wanted to grab it.. smelled your scent. It's early, right?"

Instead of an answer, the only aound that left your lips was a needy whimper as you started grinding against his thigg, trying to get some friction

He growled at you, basically ripping the clothes off of you and himself, then immediately latched onto your neck, sucking and biting one mark after the other, marking you as his property

Your tail started wagging rapidly as Zhongli's nails dug into your hips, holding you in place, not letting you move

You whined as he denied you the pleasure you got from grinding on him, clawing on his back, probably scratching it open but you didn't care

You felt so hot, you just needed some form of relief

"Li, please!", you practically screamed, your heat now fully here, as you tried resisting his grip

Then, two of his long fingers plunged into your hole, making you scream out in pleasure at the sudden intrusion. Yes, it was unexpected, but it just felt too good to finally be filled with something

You moaned shamelessly, throwing your head around against the pillows, taking in your husbands scent

Your moans turned him on even more. Growling again, he pulled you into another harsh, passionate kiss, then pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you feeling empty inside

You almost wanted to cry from the lack of stimulation, but then the next second, you felt his tip against your hole

Before you could say anything, he pushed himself inside in one long thrust. Your head flew back, your eyes rolling back into your skull as your nails dug into hus shoulders

You let out a scream of pleasure, closing your legs around his waist

Words were no longer comprehensable to you, but when you moved your hips against his, he got the message and started moving

His thrusts were long and hard, but still set in a quick pace

It didn't take long for you to orgasm, since you always got far more sensitce during your heat

You came as he was still plunging into you, he felt your walls squeeze tight around his cock. He almost came himself, but he managed to hold back, helping you ride out your high as much as possible

Your body was already starting to tremble from overstimulation, since Zhongli never once stopped moving

It was always like that during that time. Both of you got so needy, horny and insatiable. You alwaya had to force breaks to sustain your bodies with food and water, but those breaks never lasted long before you fell over each other again like animals

Your heat arriving early may have been unexpected, but definitely not unwelcome. Especially since your scent and hormones triggered something within Zhongli, triggering his own rut/heat to arrive early as well, so he could satisfy you with everything you might desire

Zhongli did feel a bit bad that he didn't get a chance to tell his boss that he wouldn't be coming back for at least a week, but when you startes clenching around his cock again, those worries quickly got pushed to the back of his mind so that he could start thrusting into you yet again...

Diluc

Oh boy.. this man is so intrigued by your unique features

Constantly asked you questions about it as you started dating, askig about what was okay to him to touch and what wasn't

Was really hesitant when you first offered him to scratch your ears or pet your tail

Even more nervous when you had sex for the first time. He accidentaly brushed his hand against your tail and he got so scared when you let out a whine at the touch. You had to explain to him that it just felt good and that he did not hurt you

Takes some time but eventually gets the hang of it. Now, he really enjoys to pat your ears or pull slightly on your tail during sex now, and you don't complain about it, since it brings you great pleasure

The first time your heat came around when being with him, you set him down weeks in advance amd explained everything to him

He was a bit shocked about the entire concept, even more so that it affected you as a hybrid as well. But he's more than willing to help you out, since he's your boyfriend after all. And he did, in fact, a very good job..

Now, it was in the middle of the night, yet you woke up, panting and sweating like crazy. At first, you didn't think much of it, maybe you just needed a glass of cold water

So you got up and went down into the kitchen to do just that. But when the water didn't help, you started to get a familiar feeling...

But that couldn't be! You should have another two weeks before your heat woukd start!

But then your body grew even hotter, you got more needy and all you could think about was Diluc, blissfully sleeping in your shared bed

Well... even if you couldn't believe it, you couldn't deny the facts. Your heat has indeed arrived early

You immediately made your way back into the bedroom you shared with Diluc

You felt slightly bad for waking him up, but a larger part within you didn't care about that, only wanting to be filled and fucked right now

As soon as you got there, you climbed on top of Diluc, pulling the covers off of him, grinding against his leg

"Diluc!", you whined amd that, paired with the harsh movement against his body, managed to wake him up

It took him a few seconds to fully wake up, but once he was, his look was both confused and slightly paniced

"(Name)? What's wrong? You're burning up!"

"My heat.. it's early. Please 'luc, I need you!"

Your voice was high pitches and needy, completely different from usual. Luckily for you, Diluc caught on quite fast

Before you knew it, your back was pressed against the mattress and ge was above you, already working on removing both of your clothes

He reached down, wanting to stretch you with his fingers a bit

"No! Please, just.. put it in! I need your cock in me!"

He looked at you for a few seconds, but then only a deep sigh came out and the next second, you coukd already feel his tip pressing up against your hole

He thrusts into you, slowly, allowing you to get used to his size

Once he bottomed out, he wanted to give you a few moments to breath, but you wouldn't have that

You started moving your hips against him, and Diluc lost it at that

Before you knew it, he manhandled you into a doggystyle position and thrust into you from behind, already aetting a rough and fast pace

One hand gripped around your throat from behind, the other grabbed the base of your tail. You cried out in pleasure as he rammes into you, not able to utter even a single word

He held your head high with his hand around your throat, his thrusts never slowing down as he begann nibbling on your neck, soon biting down into the flesh gently

You cried out as you came around his cock, your walls clamping down on him, squeezing him tight

It was too much for him and he came as well, shooting his load deep inside of you

His hips slowed down, letting the both of you ride out the waves of pleasure, before he came to a hold, yet his cock remained inside of you

He knew from the last time just how insatiable you could get when in your heat. And it seemed that this time was no different

Only a few seconds later, you started moving your hips again, begging for him to move

And really, he had no other choice but to oblige, feeling how he was already growing hard again, to fulfill your widh of him pumping you full with his seed..

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marlynnofmany · 8 months

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Junkyard Playground

A regular whacking noise is not something you want to hear while strolling through a spaceship crash site that’s been reclaimed by forest. The locals had promised that nothing dangerous would come near us while we delivered their supplies, but clients had been wrong before. Also we’d already delivered the stuff, so maybe that promise didn’t cover the walk back. And anyway, even a timid herbivore can get wild when it’s tangled in debris.

Thinking of several unfortunate animals I’d known in my veterinarian days, I glanced down at Paint to see if she’d noticed the sounds.

Paint’s eyes were wide. She moved with more lizardlike twitchiness than usual, her head skipping side-to-side, scanning the bushes and twisted metal like she’d smelled something that wanted to eat us, but wasn’t sure if it had spotted us yet.

I stopped walking. In an undertone, I asked, “Do you want to take a different route?”

Paint froze, snout still moving. “Maybe.” Another whack sounded.

I opened my mouth to suggest a detour around the tallest chunks of hull, or whatever they were, when I heard something that made it all better.

Mur complaining.

“Oh, for the sake of sudden waves, aim to the left!”

The answering voice was more subdued, but sounded testy. The whacking stopped.

Paint managed to perk up and relax at the same time. “Oh, it’s them!” She took off through the undergrowth faster than was probably wise, given that her species wasn’t fond of shoes. I hurried after.

A big section of wall loomed ahead, made of something too smooth for alien moss to grow on. The voices were coming from the other side.

Paint beat me there. “Hey!” she said brightly. “I thought your delivery was in the other direction!”

I caught up, swinging around the corner to find squidlike Mur perched on a hoversled full of small boxes — though with one conspicuous empty spot — while Coals stood nearby. He held a long cable in both scaly hands like he’d been whipping something with it.

“It is,” Mur said to Paint, waving a tentacle halfheartedly in greetings. “Local fauna stole a box.”

“Where?” I asked, looking sharply for anything that could have been on the receiving end of that cable-whip. But Coals pointed up.

Up to where the smooth wall gave way to exploded metal shapes, with a familiar white plasteel shipping box caught between them. No fauna in sight.

“It flew off right away,” Coals told me, pulling the cable back to sling it in an underhanded throw that rebounded off the wall with a familiar sound.

“Oh dear,” Paint said.

“Yeah,” Mur grumbled. “Luckily our client specified they’d be there all day, otherwise we would be very late.”

“Why not call back to the ship?” I asked, looking for something to climb, but coming up with nothing.

“That,” said Coals, throwing again, “Would be embarrassing.”

“Why?” I asked, looking at Mur.

He sighed, drooping back like a deflating balloon. “Both Trrili and Zhee volunteered for this delivery, but we’d already claimed it, and we told them it was fine.”

“Annnd,” I said, visualizing one of our insectlike crewmates stretching up the wall farther than I could ever reach. “They’d never let you live it down.”

“Oh yeah, they’d be insufferable,” Mur said. “I don’t even know if Zhee could reach it, but Trrili definitely could, and neither of them would let that go in a hurry.”

“I really thought I could get it with this,” Coals said.

“Can I try?” I asked.

He willingly handed it over, and I gave it a shot, having better luck with an overhanded angle that human shoulders were more suited to. I hit the box squarely, with a resounding whack from above and a cheer from Paint, but the box just rattled in place. I kept at it.

Finally my arms were tired and the box was still up there. “We might just have to call it in, guys,” I said.

Mur groaned theatrically while Coals wordlessly took the cable back to give it another go.

Paint looked around. “Isn’t there anything else we can do?” she asked.

Mur ticked things off on his tentacles. “Can’t reach it. Can’t dislodge it. This sled’s height only adjusts a little. Nothing to climb up. Nothing to climb down. No friendly local fauna ready to give it back. If you have other ideas, I am ready to catch them.” He splayed his tentacles in a sun-ray pattern that looked more than a little sarcastic.

But as I looked at the misshapen metal hanging above us, and the lower curve behind us that could be climbed onto, and the nice sturdy cable…I had the seed of an idea.

“What if we swing up to it?” I suggested.

“What?” Mur asked.

“How do you mean?” Coals asked, stepping away as the cable fell after a particularly awkward throw.

“We can loop the cable over that part!” I said, warming to the idea. I pointed up at what might have been an internal hull beam once. “Then swing up like it’s a vine — or wait, even better!” I scrambled over to where a rectangular grate poked out of a shrub. Hopefully the plant wasn’t poisonous. “We can tie it to this!”

Paint cocked her head at a sharp angle. “Why?”

“To make a swing!” I said, grinning as I yanked it free. The thing wasn’t even that heavy; perfect.

While my alien coworkers watched, I set about making the most epic of playground swings from broken spaceship junk. The cable flew over the beam just fine. It didn’t even hit anyone in the head on the way down. Fastening it to the sides of the grate was a little tricky, but I was able to shove it through the holes and tie a pair of bulky knots underneath that probably wouldn’t come loose mid-swing. Probably.

I checked the area for anything especially sharp just in case. Flying off to smack into a wall would be bad enough without the chance of impaling myself on the remains of some spacefaring bathroom sink.

“Are you sure about this?” Paint asked as I clambered up onto the curved thing, towing the swing along with one hand.

“All the pieces look strong enough!” I said. I’d done plenty of tugging to be sure. “And the box isn’t really that high up, all things considered.”

Mur saluted with two tentacles, not moving from the sled. “Better you than me.”

“That’s the spirit,” I laughed. Getting into position was more of a delicate affair than I’d expected, since the cable didn’t reach quite far enough. Guess I’d just have to do a bit of hop-and-butt-shuffle.

“But—” Paint said anxiously.

Coals put a hand on her shoulder. “The physics holds up,” he said. “I don’t think it’s scary for a human.”

“Not a bit!” I agreed. “Here goes!” With that, I jumped into position on the grate, swinging forward at a speed that would have made little playground-monkey Child Me clap for joy.

I almost reached the box on the first swing.

Paint sounded disappointed, but she was clearly unfamiliar with the fine art of pumping the legs. Another couple goes, and I swung high enough to catch a hand on a jutting bit of something at the peak of my swing.

I hung there for a heartbeat, both arms looped around the cable, extremely aware of the long drop below me, then I stuck a leg out and kicked the box free. It was sturdy enough to land in one piece.

Before letting go, I made certain that I was in position with my other hand clutching the cable (with the appropriate amount of nerves).

Then I let go of the bar and fell.

The swing downward was much more adrenaline-ridden than the ride up, with a moment of freefall before the cable jerked taut and bounced me back toward my original launch platform. I held that cable in a death grip, pressing my butt into the grate hard enough to leave a waffle pattern that I would tell no one about. I almost hit my foot on a spar that I hadn’t gone near the first time.

But I made it.

When the swing finally slowed enough for me to drag my feet through the rubble, Paint ran over, full of praise.

“You did it! That was amazing!”

“Nice kick,” Coals added. He put the box onto the cart; not a scratch on it.

Mur moved out of the way. “We may just have to tell the others after all, because that was impressive.”

“Glad it worked!” I said, getting back onto my feet with only a little shakiness. “This stuff made a great swing. Pity we can’t take it with us.”

Paint craned her neck up at it. “You said this is something from a recreation center? Is it spacefarer training for acceleration?”

I laughed at that. “No,” I said. “Human training for being a human. Kids love these. They even have special seats for babies who can’t hold themselves in place yet.”

Paint looked horrified.

Coals just shook his head quietly while Mur did some chuckling of his own.

“That explains so much about you,” Mur said. “Come on, let’s drop this off then go tell Trrili. Maybe next time we visit a human settlement they’ll have one of these big enough for her to ride. She’d hate it.”

Coals nodded. “She would.”

Paint grimaced but said nothing.

I smiled. “I actually do know a place like that.”

“Of course you do,” said Mur. “Onward!”

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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come!

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fandomxpreferences · 1 year

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Two Lines, Two Idiots Chapter Three: An Odd Alliance

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Twin Brother JJ! x Maybank! Reader, rafe Cameron! x maybank!reader (all over 18)

TW:pregnancy, I actually think thats it

Summary: You and Rafe talk things out and JJ and John B realize something.

Word Count:1.9k

Rafe showing up at the chateau is the last thing you expected, and probably the worst thing he could've done.

The sentiment isn't lost on you, but it's been less than ten minutes since JJ found out the truth. Even though he made a promise, you have to admit it's tempting when Rafe just offered himself up on a silver platter.

"You son of a bitch!"

You know your brother better than anyone, which is exactly why your hand flies out to stop him before he can even lunge. Your back is turned, but you know you were right when you feel his chest slam into your forearm.

"Okay, I think we should step aside."

It's less of a suggestion and more of an instruction as you glare at your brother, and Rafe lets you lead the way.

You start toward the chateau and don't stop until you're seated on the bed in the guest room, far away from prying eyes and ears.

You stare up at the man expectantly, your arms crossed over your chest as if it'll protect your heart from further damage.

Rafe is the perfect image of anxiety as he paces the room gnawing on his lip until you're sure it's going to bleed. His hands fidget as he plays with the ring on his forefinger, and you swear you can see the faint beginnings of sweat on his forehead.

He practiced in his head the whole way over, but being in front of you now it all seems to be slipping his mind. He has so much to say, yet no words to express it.

This is the side of Rafe no one sees; even you've only experienced it one other time after he had a fight with Ward.

It's part of why you kept sleeping with him; he's so human like this. It becomes painfully obvious once the armor comes off that deep down Rafe is traumatized and longing for someone to understand him.

To love him and choose him.

Under the snarky cruelty, he's just a person. It's not that Rafe can't be vulnerable or show his emotions; it's that he's afraid to.

For as long as he could talk he's had it drilled into his head that 'Cameron's don't cry' and that one day he'll be the man of the family. He had so much put on him at such a young age, it's no wonder he crumbled under the pressure.

The forgotten child that can never seek guidance, but is punished and ridiculed when they make the wrong choice.

You wait patiently for him to calm down, but when he doesn't, your hand reaches out and grabs his. He halts his movements, his eyes fluttering closed as your calmness seems to transfer to him.

His panic starts to subside and unbeknownst to both of you, his heartbeat slowly syncs with yours. He just breathes for a moment before kneeling in front of you.

Seeing Rafe open up willingly is something you would never expect, but apparently finding out you're having a child changes you in an instant.

He isn't sure what he wants, but he's dead set on what he doesn't want. He doesn't want his kid to grow up fatherless and asking questions.

He doesn't want you to go through this alone and he doesn't want to try and sleep at night not knowing every little thing about how your pregnancy is going.

He doesn't want to be left wondering; forced to imagine what his son or daughter is like as he pretends they don't exist.

"I'm sorry I left earlier. I freaked out and I didn't want to snap at you."

His voice is so gentle it makes your head spin, and your hand reaches up to caress his now stubbled cheek in an admittedly intimate gesture.

"It's okay. I kind of dropped it on you. I'd rather you walk away and cool off than start a fight. Just tell me that next time."

He nods his head and passes over your use of the phrase next time. He hopes this doesn't happen again; he hates the idea of walking away from you no matter the circumstances.

"I took some time to think, and I want you to know I'm here. I don't know what we are or what you want us to be, but we can figure it out as we go. I want to be around for every single thing, whether it's holding your hair back or going out to get you food ten times in one night."

You mull over his confession and swallow the lump in your throat. Your silence seems to last forever and Rafe gets more nervous with every second.

You could easily tell him to fuck off and he couldn't do a damn thing about it except try to change your mind. Something in him knows you wouldn't do that though.

"Okay. You can be as involved as you want and we can see where the relationship goes. But Rafe, once you decide you're all in you can't back out. I'm not doing the one foot in one foot out bullshit. So are you sure?"

He doesn't hesitate before answering, his head turning to press a kiss to your palm.

"I'm sure. I'm 100% all in."

The smile you give him is blinding and you nod your head.

"Okay then."

He leans forward and presses a sweet kiss to your lips before pulling back with wide eyes.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I've just gotten so used to-"

You cut him off with a giggle and give him a peck.

"It's okay, Rafe. I don't mind."

You see him visibly relax at your reassurance and grab his hand before standing. You can practically feel the nerves rolling off him in waves as you lead him back to the group, your brother and John B leaping to their feet as soon as they see you.

"Down, boys. We talked it out, everything is fine. He's going to be involved as much as he can."

JJ eyes Rafe suspiciously, his gaze scrutinizing every inch of his body as it travels all the way down to his feet and back up.

"So are you two together or what?"

You look at Rafe before turning to John B and shrugging your shoulders.

"Or what. We're figuring it out as we go."

He doesn't mention the fact your hands are laced together, or the pure adoration in Rafe's eyes as they stay glued to your figure.

"If you even think about hurting her-"

Rafe cuts JJ off with a curt nod and clears his throat.

"I'm dead, I get it. Trust me, bro, that's one thing you and I see eye to eye on."

JJ's lip quirks for a fraction of a second, and you know that everything is going to be okay. You make your way over to your original seat, JJ and Rafe taking their places on either side of you. Rafe figures he might as well get acquainted seeing as he's tied to the group for the rest of his life now.

"So," Sarah starts, and everyone adjusts to face her.

"Have you been to the doctor yet?"

You shake your head and your eyes flit to look at Rafe, a relieved expression blanketing his face.

"No, I just found out today. I haven't had a chance to make an appointment."

Rafe squeezes your hand and brings it to his mouth, pressing a featherlight kiss to your knuckles.

"We can call tomorrow. I want to be there."

JJ and John B share a look at the sweet gesture, taken aback at how domestic Rafe is acting. They've seen him around with a lot of women, and not once has he ever shown any form of affection.

It doesn't go unnoticed the way you lean into his touch, the same sparkle in your eyes when you look at Rafe that he has when looking at you. They silently wonder if the two of you know, but the way your eyes quickly avert when you catch either staring tells them you don't.

JJ can't stop himself from asking the question everyone is thinking, his curiosity and nosiness getting the best of him.

"How long has this been going on? Does anyone else know?"

You stare at the ground as you answer, not wanting to see the pain you know is going to be on your brother's face.

"About six months. No one else knows."

You already know exactly what JJ looks like as you hear him exhale a long sharp breath. He can't believe that not only were you sleeping with the enemy, but that you hid it for half a year. He thought the two of you were closer than that.

Granted, he knows he wouldn't have reacted in the best way; that much was proven tonight. Still, he assumed you knew he would love you no matter what.

"Wait, so what are you gonna tell Dad?"

Sarah's voice cuts through the air like a hot knife through butter and sinks straight into your chest. You hadn't thought about that yet; the mere idea has panic crawling up your throat.

Rafe has though, and he seems prepared as he spits out his response the second she's done speaking.

"The truth. I'm a grown man, and if he doesn't like it then he can shove it."

He says it so casually that it almost brings you comfort. Almost.

"Rafe, he hates Pogues. But a Maybank of all people? He's going to do everything in his power to stop this, and I think we both know that his reach is pretty much unlimited."

Your voice trembles as you speak the words out loud, and Rafe has you wrapped in his arms in an instant.

"Hey, I'm a Cameron too. He isn't going to hurt you, I promise. I'll make sure of that."

You can't help but feel his words have an underlying meaning, but you don't press the subject. You know Rafe has been involved in some shady shit, to say the least, and you don't want to know how far he's willing to go to make good on his promise.

You nod into his shoulder, your breathing subconsciously matching his as you calm down from your impending anxiety attack.

"You know you have to tell him soon, right? I mean, word travels fast on the island and it's gonna be a lot worse if he hears it through the grapevine."

Rafe and JJ both shoot Sarah a harsh glare, and she raises her hands defensively as the two men stare at her like Dobermans ready to attack.

"I'm just trying to be the voice of reason."

You feel Rafe heave a breath and nuzzle further into him.

"We can go to the appointment first and confirm everything, then tell him." You decide and Rafe kisses the top of your head with a nod.

"Sounds good to me."

The night wraps up and Rafe is about to head out when he's stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He turns around and comes face to face with your brother, mentally bracing for whatever's about to happen.

"I can see that you care about her, so as far as I'm concerned, we're cool. We can't change the situation and I don't want any more bad blood in my family. That being said, if your dad so much as looks at her sideways, I'm going to rip his eyes out."

JJ's expecting a snarky response, and his eyebrows shoot up when Rafe looks as serious as he does.

"You'll have to beat me to it."

At that, Rafe turns on his heel and climbs into his truck, leaving behind a stunned JJ.

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uhhhitsgray · 9 months

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Blood for Two Chapter Ⅰ

This was supposed to be a little one shot because the Astarion brain rot is truly hitting me besties. I wanted to write Astarion vampire smut, but then I really like how sad and just depressing his story is. So this first chapter dips into his story a bit, then next chapter is the yummies. ~Astarion storyline spoilers if you haven't gotten here yet ~

Warnings for both chapters: we got some vampire biting, vampire sex and uhhh.. there will be blood, sorry not sorry. probably blood kink. There is one instance where read and Astarion talk about offing themselves, nothing major. astarion needs a hug and head smooches this chapter, he really doesn't think much of himself :c

Chapter Ⅰ

None of this was supposed to happen.

He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you. You weren’t supposed to fall in love with him. When he proposed the absolute deranged plan of allowing him to ascend with you being the sacrifice that he needed, all he had to do was bite you and turn you into a vampire spawn as he once was. You should have told him no. Should have told him to fuck off, that he was being insane because of course he was. It was his shot in the dark for his own desires, something to truly benefit him in a life where he was only used, and played as a pawn for Cazador. It would have made you his little play thing.

But his initial plans turned sour when he whispered ‘I love you’ into your lips under the moonlight. A warmth that Astarion hadn’t felt in over 200 years, a warmth he had long forgotten about spread through his body when he was with you. That warmth would continue with every brush of skin against each other, every cast of the longing stare from across the camp.

Astarion held you close, he had to. He never had anyone care about him like this before. You never asked for anything in return of his company, of him keeping a careful eye out for you. To protect you. Everything he’d known before you was transactional, but not you and he appreciated that more than words could ever explain.

He thought his heart was going to explode when you suggested ascension, that you would become his vampire spawn under the condition that he would still treat you as his equal. You didn’t want to be treated like the dirt under his shoes, how Cazador treated him. He was stunned at your proposition, he asked if you were sure on several occasions and asked to give him a few days to think it over. He never thought he’d be offered this so willingly. You were truly a blessing he never thought he’d ever receive.

It’s been almost two months since you became a vampire. Astarion didn’t think it was possible, but you became even more beautiful. Skin paler, your iris colors mixing together with tints of red. You were powerful like he was, even more than himself when he was a spawn. Drinking off of each other allowed for easy healing after battles, his blood richer and in result you didn’t have to feed off of him as much.

Astarion may have left that little bit of information out. He knew if you drank from him your hunger would be satisfied for much longer, but truth be told he loved when you drank from him. When you drank from each other, it excited him. His heart beat hard against his ribs, it always felt like it was one beat away from breaking his bones. Warmth spread through his body. His chest always felt the hottest, spreading down his limbs and causing the tips of his fingers to be hot to the touch.

Tonight he finds you on top of his lap, hands spread across his chest as the fire from outside his tent dances across your skin. It’s late into the night as the moonlight casts its light blue shade across the ground, covering everything that the fire light hasn’t touched. The soft snoring of your companions drifts into the night air along with the crickets chirping into the night abyss. A noise that could set you into a deep slumber if you weren’t looking down into Astarion’s fire lit eyes, reds so deep you could get swallowed if you weren’t careful.

“I want you.” You whisper into his neck as you place kisses on his soft skin. His hands find perch on the plushness of your hips as his fingers squeeze into your skin.

“You just drank a few days ago darling, are you hungry again?” He breathes in the fragrance of your hair; the same as always, lavender. One of his favorites.

You kiss his cheek, soft and caring as you sit back up. “No, I’m not hungry –”

He tilts his head slightly, the light from the fire accentuating his features. Truly beautiful. “Then what do you need, my sweet?”

Your eyes dart around the tent, your cheeks painted in a faint blush. Astarion sits up, holding his weight with his elbow on the bedroll as he cups your cheek. “Anything you want, it’s yours.” Concern crosses your features as your eyes switch between his, your body stiffens on his lap. He wonders if he said the wrong thing for such a reaction. He would give anything to you, you say the words and he’d do it. He’d bend at your every ask, and command of him. You saved him, it’s the smallest piece he could repay you for.

Your hand wraps around the side of his neck, a soft smile on your face. “What about you Astarion? What do you want?”

He smiles back at you, “Whatever would make you happy, dar –”

“No. What do you, Astarion, want? Not what would make me happy.” Your thumbs brushes across his cheek. “What would make you happy, my love?”

He turns his head, looking out to the fire as the silence fills the tent, only the crackling of the fire to be heard. The silence stretched out between you two for several moments as you patiently waited. Sorrow fills your heart, has he ever heard those words outside of you whispering them to him? You didn’t know all the details of his past, some of the details about Cazador were too painful for Astarion to bring up, some forgotten from the trauma he endured. You were grateful that he shared what he did, that he felt comfortable enough to share some of the darkest moments of his life with you.

Another wave of sorrow washes over your heart, suffocating you at the memory of him telling you that he didn’t remember any of his life before Cazador turned him. How he didn’t remember what color his eyes were, how he could never see how he looked now. He’d never know if he looked similar or if he looked completely different and, fuck, that broke your heart for him.

Your eyes take in his features, eyes scanning over every inch of his face. You take a deep breath before speaking, tears pricking at your eyes. “Astarion.”

He turns his head back to you, his crimson irises search yours as a sadness washes over his features. One side of his mouth quirks up in an attempt to soothe the pain you wear. “I’m so sorry.” You whisper out, fingers carding through his white hair careful of his pointed elf ears as you tucked the strand behind them.

“What for, darling?”

“Everything.” Your hands squeeze into fists at your side. “You were so poorly treated, by everyone who crossed your path –” You pause, sniffling slightly. “I can’t imagine that. Can’t imagine the pain you’ve gone through, the betrayal of everyone who you thought cared about you.”

Astarion’s eyes drift to the floor next to you a somber look washes over his features, anguish covering his words. “It’s alright, it’s in the past, darling. No need to fret over it.”

Your blood boils for him, “It’s not okay! Astarion, it – it’s fucked up!” Your hands raise in exclamation. “Cazador, he – fuck.” The back of your hand wipes tears away from your face. “He took everything from you, everything you were. He dwindled you away to nothing, took away your voice. Your will, your consent. Everything from you –”

Your body slumps down, tears drop off of your cheeks and land on his stomach. Your voice is weak as you look back at him, his expression pained. “You’re beautiful, oh so beautiful, my love.”

“No, darling, I’m not and you know that.” He squeezes your hand. “Everything I’ve done up to this point has been self-serving, not caring for anyone. Barely even caring for myself.”

“You had to be.” You finally wipe the tears with your free hand. “Everyone turned against you, you had no one. But – but now, you have people who care about you. You’re allowed to want.”

Astarion shakes his head at you, chuckling. “I cannot want anymore, I don’t deserve it.”

“And who said that?”

“Me.” Astarion pauses, looking back out onto the fire. “I’ve done unspeakable things because of want, because of desires. Turning you into my spawn for my own benefit, it –” He pauses, taking a deep breathe, “It was fucked up. Just another selfish want of mine.”

“I wanted that. Fuck, I asked for that.” Another tear runs down your cheek.

“You should have slit my throat for that.”

“I could never do that.”

Crimson eyes dart back to your face, “You could have.”

You shake your head, “I’d have slit my own afterwards.”

Astarion laughs at that, “Preposterous.”

Another tear snakes down your face, you can feel a small piece of your heart cracking in two. “Do you think you mean that little to me, Astarion?”

His brows knit, but he stays silent.

“I – fuck – Astarion, I love you. I care about you, so deeply. I want you to want things, to desire things. You are allowed to do that. You are allowed to think for yourself.”

He sits up, and laces his fingers together behind your back. “It’s just… hard.” He sighs, laying his head against your chest. “How do I change, how can I become better?”

You wrap your arms around him, kissing the top of his head as you hold him close. “You’ve already changed so much.”

“Yeah?”

You giggle, carding your fingers through his hair. “Yeah, you literally held a knife to my throat when you met me.”

He laughs, leaving his head against you still. “How did you keep me around after that?”

You bury your face into the top of his head, shy to admit. “I thought you were too pretty to send away.”

He shifts his weight under you, his hands falling down your back a little. “I could have killed you.”

Your shoulders shrug, “But you didn’t.”

He pulls away from you just enough to see your face, hands still wrapped around your back. His eyes reflect the fire outside the tent, showing off the hues of red that painted his irises. You cup your hands around his face, pulling his face closer. Nose to nose, your eyes dart to his lips and back up. “Beautiful.” You whisper into his lips as you kiss him.

He leans into your kiss, arms bringing you closer to him. Your chests touch, skin to skin. It’s warm, he’s warm, you’re warm. Desire flashes through his mind, one that can’t, shouldn’t, ignore. “You’re so beautiful.” He kisses your lips again, pushing you back on his bedroll.

“I love you.” He kisses into your neck, then back to your lips. “I want –” Astarion stops himself, wondering if it’s too selfish of a request.

His eyes above you look as if they’re off in another universe, another dimension as he questions whether he should finish his statement. “Ask for it, Astarion. You know you want to.”

His eyes focus back on you, he kisses your neck again. One of his hands holds onto your hip, as if to ground himself; to keep him from flying away. Astarion drops his body weight onto you, he smirks to you as he feels your legs spread around his waist. Knees bent upwards, squeezing into his sides. He bites down on his lip, trying to keep his mind focused, trying to ignore the heat of you against him.

“I want you –” Is all he managed to croak out. Mind clouded by emotions, desires and the damned way you keep squeezing your thighs around his waist.

“I’ll give myself to you anyway you want.” Your eyes are locked onto his lips, pupils enlarging as he drags his tongue across them, the tips of his fangs exposed.

His hand wraps around the side of your neck as he pulls himself to you. His lips crash into yours, your both panting in between kisses. It’s desperate in the way he kisses you, the ways his mouth chases your lips, and how he groans into your mouth as you back arches into him. “What a dangerous thing to say, darling.”

#baldurs gate astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x you #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #this chapter kind of hurt my soul #he's just a little baby and has never done anything wrong #don't fight me on that

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✨️1K Followers Celebration Day 3: TXT bias wrecker - Kai✨️

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AN: Honestly, my TXT bias list is a fucking mess right now but, I think Kai tentatively holds the position of bias wrecker (though Yeonjun has been yelling in my ear lately). Also, it's completely by accident that my two most recent TXT fics are porn genre/trope related lol. However, I had a lot of fun writing this and my Soobin fic so, maybe I'll explore more tropes, clichés etc with different idols in future fics.

Synopsis: Kai hates his job, but he needs to pay rent. However, when a ridiculously pretty woman can't pay him and offers up another form of payment, maybe it isn't all bad.

Heads up: Huening Kai x Fem! Reader, Pizza delivery man! Kai, strangers to strangers who fuck, the plot is virtually nonexistent, porn logic applies here, implied power dynamics (more dominant Reader and more submissive Kai), praise kink (m. receiving), hints of a size kink, oral sex (m. receiving), Reader touches herself while sucking Kai off, unprotected piv sex, nipple play (f. receiving) and creampie.

Word count: 3199

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Today sucks. It's been hot as hell the entire day, two customers gave him shit for their orders being wrong and he got a text from his roommate that their shower broke. Again. Kai is at his wit's end.

He slams the door of the delivery car harder than strictly necessary but, he can't bring himself to even pretend to care right now. To say his day has been terrible would be a gross understatement. Luckily, he only had an hour left of his shift, and then he would be a free man. That's the single thought that pushes him forward. He can do this. Just one more hour.

He's about to knock on the door of his current delivery address again before it swings open. His words die on his tongue when he takes in the very attractive woman mere centimetres away from him with a robe that leaves very little to his imagination.

"Hi! I'm so sorry it took me so long to answer. I just hopped out of the shower. Just give me a minute and I'll go get my purse," You're gone before he can utter anything in response. Images of what he thinks you look like in the shower flood his mind without much prompting. He needs to get it together. He's a grown man. He shouldn't be getting hard just from fantasising about a stranger taking a shower. Especially not when he's fucking working.

"Oh shoot, I don't have any cash on me. Do you accept card by any chance?" You ask once you return, your head titling in a way that Kai finds far too endearing.

"Um no, Miss. Sorry," he tries not to visibly cringe at the shakiness evident in his voice.

"Damn. I don't know how else I could pay you," you ponder loud, crossing your arms. Which makes him panic because the motion just causes your tits to be even more visible through your poor excuse for a robe.

He's not sure if he's just that obvious or, you have knack for these situations but, you notice him looking. He really doesn't mean to. He just can't help it. Who could really blame him? They were right there.

Before he can't comprehend what's happening, you're in his personal bubble. Eyes that were warm and welcoming moments ago now light up with knowing amusement. Kai swallows.

"Well, I could always pay you another way if you'd like," you trail off.

Now, Kai may not be the best at reading these kinds of situations, but it's clear as day what you're offering.

He knows this is probably incredibly unethical. He knows he shouldn't even be considering what you're so blatantly suggesting, but you are pretty. He'd be lying to himself if he thought otherwise. Plus, it's been longer than he cares to admit since he's gotten any action, and here you are, offering yourself up to him willingly.

He'd be an idiot to say no.

"Okay," he whispers, and he's caught completely off guard when you practically launch yourself at him. Eager hands winding into his hair and soft lips pressing against his. Blood rushes south so quickly that it leaves him completely disoriented. Trying his best to meet your enthusiastic kisses before he realises he's still holding your pizza like an absolute buffoon.

"Hey, s-sorry. Can I put this down somewhere?" He cringes at himself, hoping his awkward interruption hadn't completely obliterated the mood.

"Oh right, sorry. I got a little carried away there," you respond with sheepish laugh, "You can just put it on the table over there."

Once his hands are free and, to his relief, you still want to continue, he hesitantly rests them on your hips. Losing himself in your expert kisses once more and groaning against you when you experimentally tug on his hair. Blood rushing to his face when he feels you smile against his lips at that.

His brain stops functioning all together when you press yourself closer to him. Soft tits against his broad chest, your arms wrapped firmly around his neck, and your stomach flush against his quickly growing erection. He can feel so much of you all at once, and it's not helping his already delicate resolve.

"You can touch me, you know," you say once you two remember that you need to breathe. Your eyes already heavy with such blatant want that it's honestly doing fantastic things for Kai's ego.

"I did-didn't want to go too far or make you uncomfortable,"

Your giggle is like music to his ears, "Considering that I'm going to let you fuck me, I think you're fine. That's very cute, though. Thanks for thinking about my comfort."

He's not sure if his cock twitches because you so casually mentioned letting him fuck you or because you called him cute but, either way, he takes your go ahead. Large hands grabbing generous handfuls of your ass and tits, respectively. Mind already growing foggy from how soft you feel and the kisses and nips you press to his jaw.

"You're so broad," he hears you mutter softly against his neck, shudders running down his spine from the sensation. He's sure his face is flushed from your words. No one's ever called him broad in this kind of situation, and from the way his head spins, he may be learning some things about himself today.

"Th-thank you," he stutters out, not entirely sure what to say in response and still trying to make sense of this realisation as your hands greedily run along his shoulders.

"You're too fucking cute," you groan, weaving one of your hands back into his hair and tugging him down into a messy kiss. At this point, Kai is more than happy to let you do whatever you want with him. Though, he supposes, it should be the other way around given the...circumstance he finds himself in.

He gasps into your mouth, fingers biting into your skin, when you palm him over his jeans. He's already so hard, and every bit of friction you allow him makes his knees buckle.

His grip on you tightens without much thought from him when you lavish his throat with licks and open-mouthed kisses once more. Your smaller hands toying with the belt of his jeans. Not quite seriously trying to unbuckle it, but just the brushes of your fingers so close to where his aching for you makes him feel dazed.

"Please," he whines, desire and embarrassment coiling tightly in his gut.

"Please what?" You ask, a mischievous gleam in your previously warm eyes. Fingers pushing up his shirt to trace nonsensical patterns on his abdomen. Kai thinks he's either going to scream or cry.

"Plea-please touch me," he whispers, trying his utmost not to grind himself into your hand.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," before he can blink, you're on your knees in front of him. Skillfully unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans.

"He-Hey, you don't ha-have to do that," he says quickly, piecing together through the fog of his mind what you're planning.

"I thought you wanted me to touch you?" You ask coyly and, fuck if the sight of you staring up at him with faux confused innocence doesn't make his cock twitch.

"I- yes, I do but, I didn't- you don't have to y'know if you don't want to,"

"What makes you think I don't want to?"

Oh. You've got a point there, he concedes.

"You should relax, cutie. I'm not doing anything I don't want to," Kai hates the way his cock jumps at the wink you have the audacity to send him while tugging down his boxers and jeans.

Relief fills him when he's finally free from the increasingly restrictive confines of his bottoms, but it's fast replaced with anxiety when you just...stare at him.

God, do you think it's ugly? Is it too small? Is it curved weird? Fuck, what if you-

"So pretty," he hears you barely whisper, lidded eyes becoming glossy as you wrap, or rather attempt to wrap, your hand around him. Between the compliment that leaves him completely blindsided and the slight pressure your hand provides, he can't help the whine that bubbles out of him and the jolt of his hips into your soft hold.

Kai feels his vision blur for a second when you take your first tentative lick of him. Pretty pink tongue curiously dragging along the underside of the head of his cock. That mischievous gleam is still present in your eye, and before his brain can catch up to what's happening, he finds himself enveloped in your warm, wet mouth.

His hands weave themselves into your hair instinctively. A broken, bordering on embarrassing, moan falling from his lips when he feels your throat constrict around him. Your hand stroking everything you can't fit in that sinful mouth of yours. He thought the feeling alone would drive him to madness, but the sounds of you gagging on him sends shudders down his spine. Hips shallowly fucking you as not to overwhelm you.

However, given how eagerly your choking on his dick, he doubts he could overwhelm you even if he tried.

He cracks his eyes open with much effort and immediately regrets the decision. Your pretty face is streaked with stray tears, and the combination of your spit and his pre-cum dribbles down your chin. If that wasn't bad enough already, he notices your unoccupied hand disappear between your thighs. His muddled mind taking longer than he cared to admit to understand what you're doing.

Holy fuck, are you touching yourself right now? Is this even real? Based on the circular motions he notices your hand making and moans that are being muffled by his dick down your throat, that pretty much confirms his suspicions.

"Wait shit fuck, st-stop," he stutters out, large hands gently tugging you off of his length before he makes a fool of himself and cums in your mouth.

"Is everything okay?" You ask, looking up at him. Fuck. He can barely look at you right now. Face smeared with tears, spit and his pre-cum. Your eyes a combination of concern and still barely restrained desire. He just hopes you don't notice his cock twitch then.

"Yeah, I just- I was close,"

Warmth floods his face when a smug grin spreads across your face.

"Oh? Why stop then? I'd gladly swallow anything you're willing to give me,"

Kai closes his eyes in an attempt to collect himself momentarily. Which turns out to be a terrible idea because his mind unhelpfully supplies images of his cum streaked across your face and your tongue. God.

"I'd rather cum somewhere else,"

He tries not to feel too proud of himself at the stunned look that crosses your pretty face. It feels good to leave you a little off kilter for once.

You laugh a little breathlessly as you make your way onto unsteady feet, "So you do know how to talk." He resents the way he flushes at your teasing.

His response dies on his tongue when you gently shove him back. He lands on your couch with a soft thud, looking up at you in question only to feel his tongue turn to lead in his mouth and his cock jump against his abdomen.

You shrug off your robe. Exposing your completely nude form to Kai and, he drinks you in. Taking in your breasts and the way they jiggle with every minute bit of movement from you, the slopes of your waist and hips until eventually he zeros in on your slick upper thighs. His blood turns molten. He can't quite see your pussy as clearly as he'd like to but, the streaks of wetness he can see on your thighs makes his head spin.

"You're staring," you tease, strutting over to him. He's not sure if the sway in your hips is just for him or not, but he couldn't care less. He's mesmerised.

"I can't help it. You're beautiful,"

You stop between his legs, and for a moment, he's terrified he went too far. Was calling you beautiful too much? God, why can he never get his foot out of his fucking mout-

He's pulled out of his anxious spiral by your smaller hands cupping his face. You smile at him and proceed to kiss him softly. Your thumb caressing his jaw as he finds himself lost in you once again.

"Thank you, cutie. You're really sweet," you mutter against his mouth, making yourself comfortable in his lap. Any line of thinking Kai had going is swiftly drop kicked out of his mind when he feels your pussy glide over his cock. Based on the way your hands fly to his broad shoulders and the little gasp that leaves you, he's not the only one affected.

He thinks he might lose his mind if you don't sink down on him immediately.

"Please," he whimpers, his hands making themselves at home on your hips.

"Since you asked so n-nicely," you respond with a devious smile. His heart rate continues to tick up when your hand grasps him and lines him up with your entrance.

Kai knows he's in trouble as soon as you begin to sink down onto him. His vision blurring slightly, and his hold on you quickly becoming bruising just from his tip being enveloped by your scorching, slick walls. The little strained whimpers and moans that slip from your lips only making it all worse.

It takes everything in him not to just shove you down onto him or snap his hips up until he's fully inside of you. However, he's not so far gone in his lust that he can't see that hints of discomfort on your pretty face. He pulls you down into a kiss in the hopes of providing some form of distraction. Long fingers reaching between your soft thighs, and he can't help that small smile that finds its way onto his face when you gasp into his mouth and clench around him.

He experiments with various speeds and patterns until he finds the one that cause you to moan into him and, more of your wetness to gush down his cock. "You're taking me so well," he mutters, half-delirious from how otherworldly you feel, and he isn't even fully inside of you yet.

He isn't prepared for you to so suddenly take him all at once. Needy hands tugging on his hair and watery cries of pleasure pressed into his mouth. Kai, for his part, his just trying not to cum from all of the unexpected sensations assaulting him at once. His fingers biting into the skin of your thighs as he fights to regain his composure. Closing his eyes and kissing you back to the best of his abilities while his cock throbs inside of your velvety walls. He's so fucked.

If anyone asks, he definitely doesn't whimper when you start to move. He definitely doesn't leave indents of his fingers on your skin from how tightly he's holding onto you. He definitely doesn't keep his eyes shut just so he doesn't cum in an instant from watching how your face contorts in pleasure for him, how your tits bounce and how your unreal pussy splits open to take him. Definitely not.

His attempt at concentration is disrupted when his ears catch a strangled cry from you, and you clamp down harshly around him. He cracks his eyes open and immediately wishes he hadn't.

The light from the setting sun hits you beautifully. Forming a halo around you as you continue to ride him. Your nimble fingers toying with your nipples and, based on the whines that fall from your devious mouth, they're pretty sensitive. He can't help the way his hips jolt up into at the vision you provide. Yeonjun had always teased him for being a bit of a romantic.

Instinct guides him. His arms coming to wrap around your waist as he fucks up into you. He wouldn't be shocked to find out his eyes had crossed from the depth this angle allows him. Eager mouth latching onto one of your tempting nipples. Groaning into your skin with every lick and suck and tug of the sensitive bud. Unadulterated lust guiding him all the way.

The symphony of skin slapping against skin and your wanton cries fill the space of your living room. Your hands are restless. Not quite sure if you want to tug on his hair or steady yourself on his broad shoulders. "So good. So de-deep," he manages to catch you whine, bordering on pathetic and that just motivates him to fuck you harder. Keeping you in place with his firm grip so you have no choice but to take all of him.

Between the way you tighten and spasm around him and the increasing pitch of your moans, Kai isn't sure how much longer he can last. Teeth nearly sinking into the flesh of your tits with how wound up he is and large hands drifting downwards to grab generous handfuls of your ass.

"I-I think I'm go-gonna cum," he moans out, "Sh-should I pu-pull out?"

Your hands move to cup his face so quickly that his foggy brain takes a few moments too long to even register it. Nails biting into his cheeks and your eyes blazing as they bore into his, "Don't you dare."

Kai couldn't have stopped himself from unravelling even if he wanted to.

He's practically crushes you to his larger frame while he remains completely sheathed inside of you. Ropes and ropes of his cum painting your walls white as he moans loudly, his chest heaving and flushed with exertion.

His disoriented eyes find your frenzied ones once he's able to crack them open. Your mouth shaped in a silent O and, it only hits him when he feels you clench harshly around his softening cock and more of your wetness gushes out of you of that you're cumming. The sting in his scalp is worth it as he takes in the way you fall to pieces on top of him. Eyes fluttering shut and your body convulsing. He tries his best to soothe you through it. Pressing gentle kisses to your neck and shoulder. Large hands rubbing your thighs gently.

He rests against your couch when you eventually sag against him. Laboured breaths hitting the skin of his neck where you've made yourself comfortable. A combination of your releases beginning to trickle out of you and, down his spent cock and balls.

The silence is more comfortable than he anticipates. Neither of you feeling the need to fill it while you gain your bearings.

A thought hits Kai, and he panics. Feeling like the biggest piece of shit on the face of the Earth.

"What's wrong?" You mutter, fingers absentmindedly toying with the ends of his hair.

"I never asked you for your name,"

Your giggle could easily be mistaken for windchimes, "Oh, is that all? It's Y/n. What's yours?"

"It-it's Kai."

"It's nice to be properly introduced to you, Kai," you respond with a dizzying smile.

Yeah, maybe today isn't all bad after all.

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Imagine being the one who releases Morpheus. - Part 2

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For him, it's been mere hours but for you long years had passed where you had to learn life anew, without the comforts of privilege that your surname once provided you. Ever since Morpheus returned to his domain, his unkempt thoughts would slip away and slither back to the memory of your kind words and gentle eyes. After all, you had no reason to work against your father and set him free. You knew there was a real probability that Morpheus would kill you - a judge, jury and executioner in a world he didn't belong to - and yet you took that chance, believing in his assumed mercy. It was fairly foolish, even you knew that but it was also very human and that was an affliction you couldn't simply reason your way out of. That curious complexity Morpheus wasn't entirely capable of comprehending occupied a portion of his mind while he was busy rebuilding his kingdom.

When his realm was stable enough for the king himself to leave its grounds and venture into the Waking World once more, Morpheus followed your dreams and found himself in a small town by the sea. Looking around in search of your familiar face, he noticed someone sitting at the end of a long pier. They looked ethereal in their loneliness as people walking by the boulevard were either oblivious to their existence or consciously ignored them; the world of humans kept spinning in its usual rhythm and yet there was someone, a hermit by the endless waters, who existed next to it as if they were part of this world but the world wasn't exactly part of them.

Morpheus followed the pier, old and rotting planks creaking underneath his feet. As the sound of cars, people and dogs grew silent with every step he took towards the forgotten individual, it seemed as if he was crossing some invisible threshold between two parallel but not equal worlds. He was entering their seclusion as they once entered his.

You listened to the rhythm of his steps until they abruptly stopped close behind you. Looking over your shoulder, you saw exactly the same brooding man you helped escape a few years ago. There was something unnerving and yet comforting in the way nothing about him seemed to have changed. In some poetic way, you freed him from your father's malice entire years ago but he left that cold basement no earlier than yesterday.

"You haven't aged a day," you spoke up.

Not a shadow of any emotion passed by his features. "You did."

"Come on, sit." You patted the planks next to you.

"This is not a social call," he warned in a cold tone.

"Maybe not but I sure could use one."

Morpheus did not answer. Reluctantly, he approached the edge of the pier where you sat and only then did he notice a raft of mallards swimming around you. In your hands, you were holding a bag with cracked corn, oats and nuts. With an experienced flick of your wrist, you threw a handful of the mixed dry food to the ducks in the cold water below you. Pushing one another, each of the birds tried to eat as much as they possibly could.

"Where are we?" he asked. It was somewhat surprising to you that he had found you and yet did not know where exactly he did so. Maybe instead of following roads and signs, like people do, the King of Dreams relied upon a sense he was created with but one you could never relate to.

"Southend-on-sea, England. Right outside of London."

"Why here?"

His question had an interesting hidden suggestion that you had willingly chosen this place specifically to meet with him again when in fact you were never sure you would see Morpheus even one more time.

"Shh," you whispered as you raised your finger in a meaningful manner. "Just listen."

Surprisingly enough, Morpheus complied. At the tip of his tongue, he had a reprimand, reminding you that he was in no way your equal and you should never treat him as such but something made him discard that expression of his ego. The sound of waves crashing against the shore filled his ears. It was a rhythmic sough, one that brought tranquillity into the hearts of those hearing it despite its loudness. Seagulls were flying over his head, screaming their frustrations and hopes into the aether. With each breath, he smelt salt and algal bloom. In the presence of an otherworldly monarch, Mother Nature remained unmoved in her might, unimpressed with the oniric thaumaturge.

Being the King of Dreams, he had seen things more breathtaking and wonderful in their strangeness that the sight before him. Maybe in this fascination with nature's simplicity, he could find the key to your exceptionalism that he so desired to understand.

Listening to nature, a soft smile entered your face as you let out a tired sigh. "It's so peaceful in here. When you've grown up in a burning house, you simply assume the whole world is on fire. But it's not... It's not." Morpheus noticed how your voice was dripping with hope.

Watching you feed the ducks with corn, oats and seeds, Dream noticed something about your skin: there was a long scar on the back of your hand as if a beast of malice once dared to raise its horrible hand against you. The blemish was white in colour, a sign that the wound it was before was caused quite a long time ago; surely it wasn't a recent hurt. It did cross his mind that he was the reason for that scar - that fateful day when he broke free he paid for your kindness with a deep wound. Truthfully, it wasn't very king-like of him but at the same time he refused to take the blame for it: after all, he never did ask you to break open his prison.

"I never assumed I'd see you again, dear stranger," you interrupted the reflective silence.

"I was busy rebuilding my kingdom."

"So, Dream of the Endless, to what do I owe the pleasure of our reunion?" It was clear to you that an entity of his class wasn't one for welfare checks or anything like that. Wherever he appears, he had business to tend to there.

"I admit that it is knowledge I desire." Morpheus made a pause. "Why did you do it?"

For a moment, you simply watched his expressionless face. It felt almost funny that you could provide knowledge to someone who was probably as old as humanity if not even older. Whether either of you knew it at the moment - it didn't matter, not quite but Morpheus in his mundane lack of understanding of your motives, seemed no less humane than the pedestrians walking along the boulevard far behind you. The cold sea breeze tugged at your coat.

"The school I attended had a beautiful relief of lions and vines over the entrance with inscribed Seneca's quote: Dum iter homines sumus, colamus humanitatem. As long as we are human, let us be humane. That fateful day I did only that: I was humane."

"You are Rodrick's child. I could have killed you." Morpheus seemed to not quite be ready to let go of the notion that you, possibly, had an ulterior motive that you had discarded only upon basking in the might and glory of the King of Dreams.

"And it would have been your responsibility." What caught Dream's attention was your seeming lack of fear in the face of even hypothetical death. In his experience, people both craved and dreaded that fated moment. "What is kindness if not bravery in the face of cowardice and cruelty?"

"Had you no fear of your father's anger?" he changed the course of the conversation.

To you, it seemed nearly as if Morpheus came to you with a list of questions he wished to ask - like he was conducting research more than checking up on a past partner in crime if you could be called so.

"Oh, I did," you answered in a sad voice. Absentmindedly you rubbed the left side of your chest where Magus had burned a sacrilegious mark. It stopped hurting after you moved to the seaside, something about the humidity and salt bringing relief to the acute pain. "That day he disowned and cursed me, although what hex lies on me I do not know. In a way, I doubt I wish to ever know. The responsibility of such knowledge I might not withstand."

He had no doubts that you were strikingly different from humanity as a whole. You asked for nothing, you desired no power nor riches; you were strangely content not knowing. But that observation did not satiate his curiosity for Morpheus still did not comprehend why it was that way. The secret of your exceptionalism was still elusive to him. But, perhaps, he already had been given the exact answer he'd been seeking for the past years but something about him, some expectation he wasn't entirely aware of, prevented him from seeing it. Maybe he refused to accept that behind such dilemma and complexity stood a simple, very mundane and human, explanation.

Morpheus's eyes met yours. By the soft, understanding stare you gave him, he knew you had realized exactly what piece of knowledge he was seeking - the reason why he found you in the first place. He neither asked nor begged for he was a king. And yet you decided to answer his silent plea:

"Sometimes I think that it could be a truly revolutionary thought in its simplicity." To his utmost surprise, you grabbed Dream's hand. Your skin felt hot against his cold palm as if he was a corpse brought back to life by your burning touch. Firmly and yet gently, you held his hand as you poured some of the birdfeed into his palm. "That all it takes to make the world a little better, a little warmer, is just a little bit of tenderness."

You let go of his hand and suddenly the sea breeze felt a lot more freezing than Morpheus previously thought. Had he not known the pleasant warmth of your skin, the cold weather wouldn't be so severe to him then. The same chilly air shook him awake and Dream raised his hand above the raft of mallards and opened his fingers to let the birdfeed freely fall into the murky water.

Only then, when the seeds, oats and corn spilt from his open hand and into the water to be gobbled by hungered mallards, did Morpheus experience a truly human enlightenment: those birds owed him nothing and neither did he to them. They had no means of feeling gratefulness or of rewarding his good deed. The secret of human morality and its inborn complexity was revealed to him in all of its simplicity. The King of Dreams finally understood that you helped because you could. Because you wanted to. No other reason was needed for the love you spread wherever life guided you.

He thought back to your warm touch and how it burned his cold skin. In its absence, everything felt unbearably cold to the point of undermining his peace of mind. Was that... tenderness?

Tagging people who were interested in a follow-up: @rosaren2498 @jessiboobdbdb @chantzmar @lexi-anastasia @bisexualunicronrunningloose

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arioloyal · 5 months

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Sepandarmazgan

(King baldwin iv x reader part 5)

Warning: none!

How it feels to rest

On your patient lips

To eternal bliss

I'm so glad to know

Today, before sunrise, after the king's suggestion, y/n and baldwin iv left the palace without informing anyone. The hooves of their horses raised dust on the way. They passed everywhere , enjoying the clean air and the absolute silence of the dawn. The crows began to crow and the clothes spread on the ropes in front of the village houses danced and waved in the wind.

Then Baldwin pulled on his horse's reins with one hand and pointed to an oak tree on a hill far away. After getting there, y/n spread the long cloth that was with her under the tree and both of them sat and looked at the sky that was slowly turning to light red and orange.

The sound of adhan came from far away. lady y/n said under her breath: "When I arrived in Jerusalem, I saw this tree on my way first and I sat here. I met someone who said that your sermons can take all the sadness out of any heart, and you know how much I I am a curious person."

Baldwin IV did not respond. He stood there motionless as if he had traveled to another world. His eyes were looking far away. Meanwhile, y/n picked up a large bowl and walked over to the river to fill it with water. she returned and placed a bowl of water and some dates and walnuts in front of him.

:" I was there that day and witnessed all the events.I saw how some templars looked at you. Willingly or unwillingly, you ignite the fire of anger in them. I have no longer the power and ability to suppress them. I don't even like to predict what calamities can befall you. Then I can no longer protect you."

:" I am not an enemy to anyone, I am against the conspiratorial nature of some of them. The world is always full of sinners who wear holiness clothes. Jerusalem is the land of conscience. Sometimes, order, law and words are not enough. The only thing that always It's worth it, it's only love. The love of God . I came here to ask for forgiveness, but I had no idea that I was going to be the king's companion."

"I wish one day I could experience the love like you..."

Lady y/n turned her head, probably so he wouldn't see her laughing. :" If God wills, you will definitely reach it. The place where words lose their meaning."

He took a deep and heavy breath, in this world, they were the only ones who could drive each other crazy out of excitement. Whenever Y/n was with him, she felt like a young girl who was ready to learn new things at any moment, she had the feeling of a caring mother, and she was like a lotus flower that was ready to bloom. She would flourish, she would become a woman.

:"You say that if God wills it for me, I will reach it. What exactly do you mean by that? Does it mean that it is in my destiny?"

Lady y/n nodded and said, "Yes, that counts as well. But we shouldn't have false beliefs about fate. I can't say what fate is, but I can say what it isn't. destiny doesn't mean that the path of our life is predetermined. That a person after every tragedy says, "there is nothing more i can do!This was my destiny" is a sign of ignorance. Destiny is only at the crossroads. It is up to man to choose the path.

In fact, we are neither in control of our lives nor condemned to it.

He moved a little closer to y/n and adjusted the white scarf on her head and tucked her black hair behind her ear. he was close enough that y/n could smell him. The smell of wood, amber and rained soil...

:" I brought you here to ask you an important question. away from everyone. After these events, I have become more determined to protect you at any cost. Now it's your turn to choose between this dilemma. .."

:"Dilemma...?"

:" I saw you as a person who loves not only beauty but also ugliness. I trusted you in any situation because I knew you deserve it. You will one day become a great person in this land. But I'm not here for too long. I will not be there to see that day."

He held her hand, it was pleasantly warm.

:" Jerusalem and I need you and we are fascinated by you in all the way... are you willing to stay here?"

:"Yes, my lord if you wish...!"

:" No hear it all before you answer...

would you marry me?

Lady y/n felt like the blood froze in all her veins for a moment. The world stopped moving. her happiness, like the life of her king, was short. For a moment, she imagined the farewell . that day. which would destroy heart. But she was glad that she could at least have him from now on.

she came here in search of divine love. But at this moment, she was blessed with divine and material love at the same time...

[To be continued]...

#baldwin iv #kingdom of heaven #king baldwin iv #kingdom of heaven 2005 #the leper king #imagine #kingdom of heaven fanfiction #kingdom of heaven fanfic #fan fiction #fandom #medieval #love #aesthetic #ao3 fanfic #baldwin iv x reader #king baldwin iv x reader

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akechi-stole-my-heart · 6 months

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I found myself rewatching the scene where the Thieves explain their plan on 11/21, and I noticed something. It's become a common consensus that the whole plan was Makoto's idea, and that's literally not true.

Futaba is the one to come up with the initial idea!

I've seen people use this to frame Makoto as the reckless and self-centered one who was too wrapped up in her genius plan to recognize the danger it put Akira in. And that's just...not even the slightest bit true? Futaba comes up with the cognitive copy idea, aka the part of the plan that requires Akira to put himself in danger. And I really doubt anyone would seriously try to suggest that Futaba doesn't care about Akira's safety. She's his little sister, of course she cares, but this is their only option left. There is no safe way out of this.

Not only that, but look at the way Makoto talks about this plan.

"This is our only option" paired with a sad sprite. Is that really the look of someone who is too obsessed with the genius of "her" plan to recognize the suffering of others? Not in the slightest. Makoto realizes this will be dangerous. She's not happy about it. But they're out of options. This is all they have left.

And I'm not done.

The game goes out of its way to have Makoto say she's glad Akira's okay after the whole things goes down! Makoto does care, you guys. She cares a lot, and this plan was not about her ego. It was about survival. Makoto and the others didn't realize the police would go so far with Akira, and if they had, I bet they would all have been a lot more hesitant to put their leader in that kind of danger.

I'm so sick of the fandom throwing Makoto under the bus for things she literally didn't do. And all the Phantom Thieves, for that matter! They aren't horrible friends for their plan!

I think people forget just how utterly fucked the Thieves are in November. They can't go public about Akechi because no one would believe them and his master would continue to remain unknown and unpunished. They can't go to Sae because she's been corrupted. They can't go to the police for obvious reasons. They're all wanted criminals, and they've been set into a trap they can't turn down by Akechi. What else are they supposed to do? It was either this, or let Akira, and the rest of them for that matter, be framed and murdered. Those were their only options.

They made this plan to save Akira's life. I'm sure if it was an option, any of them would have taken his place. But they couldn't. It had to be him. Akechi knows who the leader is--if he found someone else in that cell, he'd have figured out he was tricked immediately.

And don't act like Akira didn't want to do it. You know he'd do absolutely anything for the sake of his friends. He's a daredevil, he probably got excited at the idea of putting himself at risk like that. He didn't realize how dangerous it'd be, either. Yeah, afterwards he's been traumatized as hell. But that doesn't mean he didn't put himself in that cell willingly. The Thieves wouldn't have made him do it otherwise, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

I've gotten a bit sidetracked with this, but anyway. Stop the Makoto slander, alright? And stop the Thieves slander, too. They did what they had to in an impossible situation. Write your fics about Akira's trauma, but please recognize that it's not the Thieves' fault if he refuses to talk to them about his suffering, and that none of them ever wanted to put him in any danger. It wasn't their fault!

(Like, come on guys. If it's anyone's fault, it's Akechi's? He's the only one who actively put Akira in danger here, lmao. Not that I think Akira would see it that way, ofc, but still. If we're assigning blame here...)

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I have some uhhh, grievances. With how Hephaestus looks in Hades 2. And I'm trying to find the best way to phrase this, but I make no promises that I'll manage, because I just flat out don't know how to say what I'm trying to say. In short, I think Hephaestus should've been given facial differences.

So theres a lot of different versions of Hephaestus like with any greek god, and as such, there's a lot of different takes on how different parts of his life ago, including his birth. In some myths, he's born a healthy baby and thrown off Olympus when he's older, which injures him and leaves him permanently disabled, and that seems to be the version of events Supergiant went with, and I'm actually mad that they did? Because in the other versions, Hephaestus is born visibly disabled. Some versions refer to him as "lame"(he walks with a noticable limp, he was possibly born with clubfoot which would mean the limp was assumed at birth, though some myths suggest the limp was gained later in life), others call him "ugly", a lot of the terminology is either outdated or completely avoided because asking people to confront disability without being rude about it is too much I guess. Upon seeing the way her child looks, Hera throws him off of Olympus for being born visibly disabled. The landing further disables him in most versions of the story.

And talking around the unpleasant parts of the subject is what bugs me about his Hades 2 design.

Yes, he is visibly disabled, as in he lost his leg at some point, probably in the fall from Olympus, and he uses a wheelchair because of his prosthetic leg. But... that's it. Supergiant had a genuine good chance to depict someone with visible differences that are often looked down on and to make a character just as gorgeous as everyone else. They had the opportunity to make a very handsome man with any sort of facial differences, and they didn't for seemingly no reason. No cleft palate, no cranial differences, no vitiligo, no birthmarks, no asymmetries at all? Not even visible back problems, something many myths specify him having? They didn't even give him any scars or burns when he's the god of the forge???

There was so much room to represent a group of disabled people that rarely if ever get to see themselves depicted as attractive in the game series known for having attractive people. It's hard to not feel like Hephaestus was designed the way he is because of the developer's reputation as the attractive characters game studio. The leg and the wheelchair are well done and he represents that particular disability very well but... that's not the only disability he should represent, and it feels downright cowardly that that's the only disability he represents? I get not wanting to make Hera out to be as terrible as the myths make her out to be, but I just feel deeply disappointed with this Hephaestus design. For as careful as they were with all the gods in the first game and with all the little details and obscure touches they've paid attention to previously, they either didn't do nearly enough here, or they willingly left out so much.

If anyone in this fandom knows of a way to reach out to the developers privately with this sort of feedback, I'd appreciate it. I don't feel even remotely comfortable trying to leave this sort of feedback on a public platform outside of tumblr, and I'm really trusting yall on here to be normal about this on here. I'm putting this in the tags in the hopes that it'll reach someone who can either help me contact Supergiant or who is willing to brave the public forums and feedback locations in my stead.

[Here's a link] to a post talking about the positives of his wheelchair and leg design as a palate cleanser.

#hades game #hades 2 #hades supergiant #hades ii #hephaestus #hephaestus hades #hades 2 spoilers #because of the hephaestus pic. just in case

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rainiishowers · 2 years

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I’ve been waiting for this. Based on Yan’s angst may I please ask for headcanons for the brothers after Mammon saying “I should have let you guys kill each other.” Please

A/N: Apologies for taking so long, I’ve been going through a major case of writers block and overall just had been really busy ---- Short Story

It was a heated argument about some theft that didn’t happen. Mammon kept making his case while the others suggested that they execute him. It was an empty threat, but it was never any less angering and fear inducing to Mammon. “I should have let you guys kill each other.” The brothers all paused and all slowly turn to Mammon, and judging by his baring teeth and glowing dark aura, he meant it.

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Lucifer

He was already agitated from the fight that broke out after Mammon was accused of something

Lucifer still doesn’t know if it was wrongfully or not

When he said the words “I should have let you guys kill each other” it chilled him to the bone

Moments of Mammon being a better brother than him, in the past and present, flashed in his mind

If the second eldest wasn’t there they would’ve all sliced each others throats

Mammon willingly let himself be the punching bag

Lucifer has a lot of guilt, yet is also thankful...

Leviathan

He assumed this was just going to be another regular fight

However, he was quickly proven wrong by what Mammon said

Levi was freaked out

Out of all the brothers, the otaku had known Mammon for the longest asides from Lucifer, but he would never think he’d say something like that

He couldn’t help but step back, his head began to spin after that one single line was said

Had they all pushed him past his limit..?

Satan

He couldn’t help but take a second to process that line

“I should have let you guys kill each other.”

No one dared to speak up, even after he stormed out the door.

Satan knew that they all took care of him when he was younger, but stopped caring once their sins got the best of them

But not Mammon.

It didn’t take long for them to be at each others throats, but Mammon never stopped caring for him or the others

If he had stopped caring, leaving the pain of the aftermath to fester and not supporting anyone..

He probably wouldn’t be alive right now..

Asmodeus

Really, he’s use to these by now

They fight, Mammon goes to MC, MC gets to apologize, rinse and repeat

But he was not expecting was what Mammon said

“I should have let you guys kill each other.”

Now that hit straight to his chest

A heavy feeling of shock and guilt rose up in him while Mammon walks out

Was.. Was he serious?

Beelzebub

He never liked the fights

However, what stung more was the thing Mammon said in defense

He was glad Mammon was standing up for himself but..

Beel knew it was most likely true, they weren’t the most loving family until MC came along

Despite knowing this, it still hurt

He watched as Mammon stormed off and his family was left in shock

Beel desperately wants to do something, go after Mammon, do anything

But like always, he’s stuck in place..

Belphegor

He wasn’t entirely sure why they were arguing, he only woke up when the yelling started

So Belphie assumed it was over something stupid

But the words that came out of Mammon’s mouth..

“I should have let you guys kill each other.”

Belphie goes to stand up to stop him from walking out the door but it was too late

After everything the brothers have been through.. He can’t just say that, and mean it...

Right?

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deadpresidents · 5 months

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If I recall correctly, weren’t you a pretty big fan of Bill Clinton for some time? I recall a lot of posts from you about him that were fairly favorable. When did you finally accept that he was a creep? Do you think there’s finally a chance of accountability? I am truly asking from a place of empathy as I know what it’s like to have someone you looked up turn out to be not so great.

No, you're 100% correct. I was a fan of Bill Clinton for a long time. He was President from the time I was 13 until I was 21, and for a kid who was into Presidential history and Democratic politics, he was a major presence in my life. I still think that he is probably the most naturally-gifted politician of my lifetime. Nobody that I've watched has been able to explain public policy or instantly breeze through complicated press conference questions like Bill Clinton. For years after he left office, I said that he should just be the guy who explains how things work to America; he's remarkably smart.

One of the craziest examples of Clinton's intelligence is that he had to figure out ways to make it look like he doesn't have the answer to everything immediately. Clinton's political advisers thought he came across at times like a know-it-all and that it wasn't a good look on the campaign trail. You know how one of the famous mannerisms of Clinton is how he'll pause while he's speaking and bite his lip, like this?

Well, that was done on purpose. Clinton's advisers thought that his quick, completely formed answers to complicated questions was unnatural and that he needed to make himself seem more thoughtful, so he'd pause and bite his lip almost as an intellectual speed bump. Paul Begala, one of the most important architects of Clinton's 1992 campaign explained:

"He was so smart about so many things but also could connect. The whole thing about his biting his lip -- that was coached. Because he would answer so fast. We'd say, 'Take a beat. Pretend you're thinking about it. Pretend you haven't already got an answer.' It was a studied thing to give himself a second to force himself to slow down."

So, things like that were why I was always so impressed and appreciative of Clinton's skills and political gifts.

But, obviously, as I've gotten older and come to understand his personal actions a lot better, it's really hard not to consider him a creep. I mean, the Epstein thing is obviously impossible to reconcile. Even if it there hasn't been any suggestion of Clinton actually abusing any of the girls in the way that Epstein did, he spent a lot of time around Epstein and it's gross. I think one of Epstein's victims said that Clinton was a "total gentleman" and didn't do anything wrong to her, but that photo of a very young girl giving him a neck message in what looks like an airport terminal is a really bad look. That was clearly after he left office, so that was post-Monica Lewinsky and Clinton should have had the awareness to not even put himself near that type of situation with a girl that young (or any woman who was not his wife) -- even if it was just a neck massage that lasted a short amount of time. Even if the girl offered to do it willingly and had no issues with it, that's not a situation that Clinton -- who was impeached and could have been removed from office because he had an affair with a young woman -- should have have felt comfortable with.

But beyond that, as I've gotten older and as we've all gotten better about recognizing these things, his relationship with Monica Lewinsky is what bothers me because of the position that he put Monica in. She was in her early 20s -- barely older than Clinton's own daughter at the time -- and he was President of the United States. Listen, I don't have any room to criticize someone for dating younger women (seriously), but it's the power dynamic and the manner in which he treated Monica when things started to get difficult for him. That poor girl was in such an unimaginably nightmarish place because of what Clinton did and how he -- the incumbent President of the United States -- spoke about her publicly and treated her privately. When you think about it in terms of a relationship, it's just a crazy situation. And the poise that Monica Lewinsky had then and now speaks volumes about the person she is and has become, so it just makes Clinton look that much more terrible in comparison.

It is disappointing because I was a fan of President Clinton for most of my life. And, like Richard Nixon, he was so gifted when it came to his intellectual powers and, in Clinton's case, his political skills, that his flaws and his actions were overlooked for too long. I don't know what kind of accountability there might be for Clinton now that he's been out of office for nearly 25 years and is a few years away from his 80th birthday. But I can say that I feel like I know who he is now and "creep" seems like a pretty fitting description.

#Bill Clinton #President Clinton #History #Presidents #Politics #Presidential Scandals #Monica Lewinsky #Jeffrey Epstein #Impeachment of Bill Clinton #Clinton Impeachment #Clinton Administration

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The Right Time and Place

I was just sitting down for lunch alongside most of the crew when Captain Sunlight joined us with an announcement. She tapped her claws against the doorframe for attention.

“Minor detour before we reach the station,” she said when everyone quieted. “We’re taking a different wormhole, and doing a job on the way. This is a weird one. The client was cagey with the details. He said not to tell anyone else, so of course I’m telling all of you. Because you deserve to know what you’re getting into. Even if we’re not entirely sure what we’re getting into.” She shook her lizardy head in exasperation.

Zhee spoke up. “What’s the task, and why are we doing it?”

“We’re parking the ship briefly,” said the captain, waving vaguely in what I assumed was the direction of the wormhole. “In the middle of nowhere, at a precise location and time, staying there for at least fifteen minutes. Then we go get paid.”

“Huh,” said Paint. “That is weird.”

“Before anyone asks, I did press the client for specifics. He promises there are no hazards of any kind, and willingly signed every form I threw at him. He paid half up front. He paid extra! This is clearly very important, and he didn’t want to say why. But we’re covered if anything untoward happens, which it shouldn’t.”

Mur waved a tentacle. “He’s probably a spy. That’s my vote.”

Eggskin took a lid off a food dish with the air of someone deliberately not paying attention. “Spies are generally more subtle. In my experience.”

I made a mental note to ask Eggskin about that later. Zhee was talking now.

“What type of person was this client?” he asked. “As far as you know.”

Captain Sunlight recited a list, counting on her knuckles as she did. “Wealthy, planet-based, human, young adult…”

“Aw, human?” I said. “I would have liked to be there for that conversation, see if I could pick up any clues from body language. Did he seem calm, or twitchy like he knew it was a bad idea?”

Captain Sunlight spread her hands. “I’m sure I don’t know. But you’re free to speculate. It will be a while before we arrive at the designated location; you all may as well finish lunch. I just wanted to keep everyone informed.”

Nobody else had questions, so she left to tell the others who hadn’t heard yet. Mimi was still in the engine room, and Trrili was finishing a translation with Coals. Aside from Wio in the cockpit, that was all of us here.

And we were ready to talk about it.

“Maybe it’s a sport!” suggested Blip. “One we haven’t heard of yet!”

“Like what?” asked Blop. “He would have said if a ball was going to hit our ship, or something like that.”

“No, I mean like a strategy game, with pieces scattered around the galaxy. Maybe light has to reflect off our ship or something.”

“I still think he’s a spy,” insisted Mur.

Zhee turned back to his food. “I expect he’s an imbecile. Perhaps he lost something drifting in space, and wanted our ship to intercept it ‘accidentally.’”

Paint shook her head. “No, he would have said if something was on a collision course, even something soft.”

“I think it’s science,” Kavlae said, popping open a can of something. “No idea what the experiment is, or what we’re helping to accomplish, but something.”

I’d been thinking up other possibilities, and a new one occurred to me. “I wonder,” I said, “If he’s doing a really complicated marriage proposal.”

“A what?” Zhee asked, cleaning his mandibles in the bug-alien equivalent of licking his lips. “Oh, a mating offer. Aren’t those always complicated for your species?”

“They can be,” I said. “Some people like to make grand gestures, like pay to have it written in the sky, or something else visible and dramatic. I could see our ship being a last-minute replacement for one that couldn’t make it to the lineup in time.”

“Hm,” Zhee said noncommitally. “How embarrassing.” Then he stuck his face back in the bowl of intestines or whatever, and I looked somewhere else.

“That would be exciting,” Paint said. “I wonder if the captain asked about any other ships in the region.”

“Guess we’ll find out,” said Mur as he cracked a walnut with one tentacle. (Walnut-ish, at any rate. It looked kind of purple.)

“I hope we find out!” I said. “If the client manages to keep it a secret, I think we’ll all be disappointed.” The others agreed, and I turned my attention back to my own lunch. It was a peanut butter and honey sandwich, with apple slices and a fruit-and-veg smoothie. All tasty stuff. Not a soul onboard aside from me was going to touch the honey, because apparently they didn’t grow up on planets where “insect spit and nectar” was a popular food item. Their loss.

Lunch passed without incident, and so did the time until we arrived at the super-secret rendezvous point. Everybody who didn’t have something more important to do loitered in the hallway outside the cockpit, hoping for clues. Apparently this patch of space was empty as we approached, which ruled out a couple theories.

Paint clicked her claws together nervously. “Are we sure we’re not bait for something? I know he signed the forms…”

Wio called from the pilot’s seat, “There is absolutely nothing on the scanners, and I’ve got them set to max. Short of another space worm adventure, nothing’s going to sneak up on us.”

Kavlae made a considering sound. “That would be some interesting science.”

I had to laugh. “Interesting is one word for it!” The time we’d seen a new wormhole being created — courtesy of the space worms being chased by something larger and worse — there had been far more panic than scientific curiosity. “I’m pretty sure no one’s figured out how to track space worms, much less predict where they’re going to be with this kind of accuracy.”

“Has the timing started yet?” Zhee asked.

Captain Sunlight said over her shoulder, “We’re here early. I wanted to give us time to take our position with absolute certainty.”

There was some grumbling (mostly from Zhee), and we settled in to wait.

Finally Captain Sunlight announced the beginning of the timer, and we waited some more. Not a thing stirred. Wio kept a constant eye on all the scanners and sensors, while the rest of us watched the screens as best we could without crowding in there and getting in the way. Nothing happened.

“And we’re done,” said the captain. “Anticlimactic is better than crisis. Wio, take us in to the station.”

Wio did, aiming for the nearest wormhole and making the trip with more disappointing uneventfulness.

Thankfully for everyone’s curiosity, the client was within hailing distance when we exited into the space station’s territory.

Mur whispered, “I thought he was based on a planet?” while the captain set up the call.

Zhe clicked a pincher quietly. “Either he left it, or he’s a liar.”

Paint shushed him as the client appeared on screen. He really was a human: about college age, naturally tan skin, artificially blonde hair. A fashion sense that I would tactfully describe as “rich person nonsense.” So much metallic embroidery; sheesh.

He was polite enough, and all I was getting from his body language was that he was anxious about whether we’d done the weird job correctly. It was probably a good thing the camera didn’t reach into the hallway where all of us were staring at him.

Captain Sunlight went over the details calmly, and convinced the guy that we’d fulfilled our end of the bargain. He authorized the money transfer and looked relieved, muscles relaxing visibly.

I was pretty sure these weren’t the mannerisms of someone setting up a marriage proposal. He’d still be nervous about that. What was it?

On behalf of all of us, Captain Sunlight asked again. “What sort of sensitive nature is this task we’ve just done for you? I hope we won’t face repercussions down the line for obstructing some lawmaker’s telescopic view of a crime, or playing unwitting decoy.”

Apparently the good captain had also been thinking up possible scenarios. Those hadn’t even occurred to me.

“No, no, nothing like that,” he said, waving both hands. “Well, almost— No, it’s nothing like that.”

“No?” asked Captain Sunlight with a lift of her chin. “Which one is almost? Might we be a suspect in some criminal case now?”

“No, no!” He was getting really flustered now. “It’s the telescope one.”

“So a lawmaker was watching us sitting there suspiciously?”

“No!” He threw his hands in the air. “I tripped on the steps, all right? In public, boarding my ship, I fell all the way down the stairs and it was terrible. I had to bribe everybody who was there in person to keep it to themselves, but I’m going to go visit someone and—” He bit off the rest of the sentence. “That someone likes to borrow their planet’s largest telescope to watch me leave when I do. Your ship blocked the view. Thanks to wormholes and my top-notch computing formula, I was able to arrange it all before the light traveled that many light years away from home.” He ran his fingers through his hair, messing up completely. “Now please, don’t tell anybody!”

Captain Sunlight assured him that she wouldn’t spread it around, and bid him a regal goodbye. The screen clicked off.

The snickering in the hallway turned into full-blown laughter.

Trrili stalked up to join us, with Coals walking just outside of accidental pincher-poke range. “What was it?” she demanded. “Was the client an imbecile?”

“Yes,” Zhee told her. “But not in a way we expected.”

Paint was still laughing. “He didn’t want somebody to see that he fell down the stairs!”

Mur filled her in on the other details, but Trrili’s antennae angled into a frown. “Why go to all that trouble? Why not simply threaten witnesses and be done with it?”

“I suspect,” I said, “That the person watching was someone he has a crush on. He doesn’t want them to think badly of him.”

Trrili looked at Zhee. “Human mating rituals?”

“Looks that way.”

Trrili turned her faceted glare towards me. “Why do your people make things so complicated?”

I laughed. “Hey, this was overkill as far as I’m concerned too! If the person you want to date can’t handle a little pratfall like that, then they’re clearly not a good choice.”

Trrili was quiet for a moment, then said, “Two legs. Right. This must come up often for you.”

“It really doesn’t!”

She shook her head and turned away.

Paint spoke up helpfully: “You should hear about the mating proposals that they write in the sky!”

“Very no thank you.”

As Trrili walked away and the rest of the crew found other things to do, Paint told me, “I do want to hear about those. How do they write them? Does the answer go in the sky too?”

“Not for the proposals I’ve seen,” I said. “But there’s always a first.”

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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

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Went Out For Some Milk

I think that Dagur and Hiccup have more in common than most people realize. An underrated example of this is how they both have parents who just plain abandoned them. To a certain extent, I understand Valka and Oswald. On a deeper level, I really can't get it at all. Here's why:

I get that Valka didn't willingly leave. She was taken by Cloudjumper. That's not her fault in the slightest. She was trying to protect her baby and was taken by a spooked dragon; however, why did she stay gone? She learned how to fly on dragons. Therefore, she had the means to return. The idea of her not being able to come back is gone. The realm with the dragons wasn't too far from Berk. She could ride a flying creature. The next suggestion is that it would've been unsafe. That's the one she used to explain it...but how? I'm genuinely curious if anyone has a reason because I can't think of it for the life of me. Just have Cloudjumper drop you off near Berk, swim to shore, and say you escaped. Or don't say that and try to gradually get the other Berkians to accept dragons. Heck, if she loved dragons so much and didn't want to ever be away, she could have flown to Berk and been like, "Hey, hubby, I'm a dragon rider now. Be cool with that and we can stay together." Stoick probably would've loved her enough to accept one of these. He loved her enough to accept that she made him a single dad for 20 years and wasn't even upset. It's also not fair to Hiccup that he grew up without a mom because she was too scared to be herself around the Berkians or risk losing her new freedom away from the island.

Oswald runs into the reverse of this. For him, I understand why he didn't return. The guy was shipwrecked on an island with dragons who didn't want anyone leaving. My issue with him is that he left in the first place. Why did he go? Why did he not tell anyone? Dagur never should've been able to convince the other Berserkers that he killed Oswald because the man should have told the others he was heading out. If he was going to a peace treaty signing, I'm sure he would've gone with more people. As a chief, it's irresponsible to not let his Vikings know where he'll be going or if he will since they might need his help. As a father, it's irresponsible to leave his son 50,000+ people to be in charge of without so much as a goodbye first. All he had to do was tell someone. An argument could be made that he told Dagur, but the question then becomes why on Earth would he do that and not tell anyone else? Mini Dagur isn't the person you give your location to so that he can be your emergency contact. If he even paid attention, he'd probably laugh at the idea of there being an emergency. Even still, I doubt that Oswald told him because Dagur seemed to really have no idea where he had gone. So, it's highly likely that Oswald just decided he had enough of being a chief and dad, then went to the great beyond.

I'm sure these are both unpopular opinions, but these parents really do bug me. What annoys me more is that I don't think either is shown to be anything other than loving despite that. It's unfair to their kids. I don't want the movie to tell me Valka is just the best mom ever and that they're going to be a happy family now that they found her. She could have returned to them years ago and we wouldn't have had that sad episode back when they were kids with poor Hiccup being desperate to find the one item his mom had given him since that was the only thing he had to remind him of her. I don't want to see a happy scene with Dagur reading about how much his dad loved him. Oswald should have proven it by not abandoning him, then in that same episode with the supposed happy moment, Dagur wouldn't have voiced his doubt that his dad did in fact love him. Just a little something that irks me, but I'm curious what everyone else thinks.

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dylannconstance · 8 months

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Kinktober Volume 1: New Tracks

Word Count 1271

Rated M🔞

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Synopsis: Pick your player x reader, SMUT! Minors stay out of this portion of the library. Office setting, audio erotica, over the desk, cock warming, recording without knowledge

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“Good night. Have a great weekend!,” I call out as the door shuts and the last of my coworkers leave for the day. 5:45. I glance at the stack of paperwork on the corner of my desk and slide my earbuds in place. I will not be leaving anytime soon, that’s for sure.

3 hours later, I can feel my focus waning. Just 9 more client records and I can go home. The ending of this hell week is on the horizon. Pulling the next folder off the stack, I give it a once over. Typical information to input in the system. Nothing special, but still my brain won’t wrap around it. I shift my hips, trying to get comfortable. It’s always been this way. When I get bored, I don’t necessarily feel fidgety. No. I feel horny. Like I need something to fill me up to keep me still, to keep me focused.

I fidget for what feels like the tenth time this minute alone and contemplate heading to the bathroom. This is not a singular event, and more often than not the easiest way to get my head back into focus is to insert my trusty vibrator, turn on some sexual audio and continue on about my day. Most times the vibrator doesn’t even need to be on, just nestled inside of me to help keep my brain focused on the task at hand as the sounds serve as a reminder that once everything is completed I will reward myself with a sweet, powerful orgasm.

Looking over the file again, I try to focus on the writings on the page. Switching my music off and turning to some spicy ASMR to help, I grab my phone and make the switch. Low moans, skin hitting skin and whiny groans fill my ears as I relax a bit. Finally, the record in front of me makes sense and I get the information quickly into the computer. 8 more to go.

3 more folders completed, and the audio file has ended. Causing the fidgets to come back 10-fold as I quickly try to find a new audio track to listen to, I do not want to be here all night.

Two hands run up my shoulders, causing me to jump and scream.

“Relax, baby, it’s me.” My boyfriend’s warm, honey brown eyes stare into mine as he turns my chair to face him.

“What the hell are you doing here this late?” I ask, glancing at the clock reading 10:10.

“Well, I figured you hadn't eaten yet and would probably be hungry. I also figured that judging by the time and how much work you said you had, you’d also be quite….fidgety.” He says, raising his eyebrows suggestively, before grabbing my phone. “Based on your searching, I can see I’m correct.”

One thing of the many that I love about my boyfriend is that he knows my concentration techniques and does nothing to chastise me for them. Hell, he willingly helps in any way he can. Today was no different.

“Get up,” he says, pulling my chair farther from my desk and lifting my arm, helping me rise out of it. Once I’m standing, he takes my spot and slides his sweats down to release his already hard member.

“Been thinking about something on the way here?” I ask with a sly smile.

“Why don’t you sit and find out?” Pulling my skirt over his lap, I lower myself onto him, hissing as the familiar stretch fills me. This is exactly what I needed.

“Shit baby, no panties again? I have half a mind to bend you over this desk for parading around like that all day.” His voice is strained and breathy as I find a comfortable spot for both of us to situate in.

“3 files,” I moan once my chair is pulled back to my desk in an easy set up. “3 files, then you can.” Already my brain fog is clearing, reading the waves my pussy is sending to focus, so it can get fucked properly.

“Wait,” He says, taking my earbuds out and placing one of his in my left ear. “Now focus so we can both enjoy it soon.” He hits play and a familiar moan filters through my ear.

“Did you record yourself?” I ask, feeling my walls throb.

“Yeap and us. I’ve been recording us for a little while” He says, just as my voice lets out a soft whimper in my ear. “Figured having a library of sounds made would help you find something faster. From the feel of you pulsing and getting wetter, I’d dare say it’s working. You’re not mad, are you?”

“Mad? Mad I didn’t think of it before, it’s definitely working. Thank you baby.” I say honestly as I turn to kiss him. The movement causes both of us to moan softly.

“Work, please, then we can make a new track.”

Turning back to my computer, I pull up the files I need and get typing. My brain now laser focused as the sounds of our very own sexual experiences take over. The remaining files are done a mere 30 minutes later, making this a new record for me.

“Done.” I say, closing the desktop and moving my files to the side. “Shit, you have no idea how much that helped. Thank you for being here, baby, and thank you for the audio files. What do you say we create another track?” I ask, leaning back and softly rocking on his lap, his cock still hard and nicely tucked inside of me.

“Yes please.” He says, switching his phone to voice notes. “I’m so fucking hard from sitting here, I’m not gonna last long, baby.”

Opening my desk drawer, I pull out my makeup bag with my mini vibrator inside. Turning it on, I place it in his hand and guide him under my long skirt.

“Let’s make it fast then.” He glides the vibrator to my clit as we both stand, staying connected. As promised, I lean over my desk and spread my legs. Pressing the vibrator down, his hips began to snap against mine at a quick and harsh speed. Slamming my hips back into his, I feel every ridge of his dick sliding in and out of me. The moans leaving his mouth are going to make a great track. I lift my leg, allowing him more access once the knot begins to build in my stomach. “I’m close, s-o so fucking close.” I whimper as he grabs my leg, using it as leverage to move faster and deeper.

“C-um, cum baby c-um with me. L-let me hear those sounds that drive us fuck-fucking crazy.” He presses the vibrator against my clit, rubbing it in small circles. Causing the knot to tighten and break apart in a knee buckling orgasm. My sounds muted because of our setting, but definitely doing the trick for this next track. His grunts and high-pitched moans follow as I feel him release inside of me. Rocking into me a few more thrusts, we ride out our orgasms before he collapses on the chair again, completely out of breath. Reaching forward, he takes the vibrator and pushes it inside me, another moan leaving my lips.

“Keep that in until we get home. I want the next track to sound extra juicy.” He says, kissing my hip before pulling my skirt down and situating his sweats back in place. Grabbing his hand, I follow him out of the building on shaky legs. This next track is going to sound amazing.

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fcxyviixen · 11 months

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summary: mammon finds a young girl in the human world after being summoned once again. after hiding her for a little while, lucifer finds her and a fight starts. mammon leaves with the girl, however during that time a dark voice starts to pull at him. a deep feeling like tar by drawing strength on his wrath. he was gone for 14 years, the curse growing stronger.

pairing: n/a (mammon and brother centric)

rating: 14+

chapter wc: 1568

warnings: mentions of death, suggestion of manipulation

witches and curses

Lucifer left Mammon’s room, his mind still swirling Mammon’s question around. He tried to speak with him more, but whatever the toll the curse put on him, along with the mana chain, it wore the second brother out.

Lucifer tried to identify the curse while it was active, but the girl refused to let the elder demon near Mammon. He wanted to move her, but knew it would only make things worse because Mammon would react horribly.

The girl tended to Mammon as Lucifer stepped back, seeing the human’s and his brother’s relationship first hand once more. The girl thought of his brother as her father, and Mammon thought of her as his daughter.

Despite the circumstances, Lucifer was proud of his younger brother. He had taken the responsibility of a child he rescued and raised her to be a fine woman, of what Lucifer could see anyway.

Diavolo was waiting outside Mammon’s room. “The curse has a strong hold on him. Especially since it’s able to stand off against a mana chain. Which shows this curse has either been dormant for years before the incident, or this curse has been placed multiple times on Mammon.” Barbatos spoke.

“This curse is so strong it even affects Mammon’s demon form. Which makes it much more powerful.” Barbatos explained. “But, the curse is almost untraceable and unreadable. Especially without cooperation from the host.”.

“So is the only way to figure this out is to find out the witch who placed this curse on him?” Diavolo asked. “If it was only that easy. Mammon won’t speak and the girl knows nothing.” Lucifer said.

“The curse won’t allow Mammon to speak.” Barbatos corrected. “If we can ward off the curse long enough for Mammon to speak, maybe he’ll tell us.”. Barbatos suggested.

“Do you think he’ll actually talk?” Lucifer asked. “Probably not willingly, but with a certain charm he might.” Barbatos said, suggesting they use Asmodeus’ charm to get Mammon to talk. Lucifer disliked what the butler was suggesting.

“I’d like to exhaust all options before dragging the rest of my brother’s further into this mess.” Lucifer said. Diavolo nodded, “We’re unaware how the curse works, if we try to use a mind power against a mind curse it could affect Asmodeus in some way.”.

“However, maybe Asmodeus can lead us to a few witches, possibly ones Mammon has interacted with, or ones that have a grudge against him.” Diavolo said. Lucifer agreed to this idea, much to Barbatos saying it would be a bit risky with how witches are close to each other.

After talking with Asmodeus, he gave the name of each witch that Mammon has ever interacted with, especially the witch he spoke with the most, the witch that was originally supposed to take in Riko before the incident happened.

Diavolo entrusted the integration to Lucifer and Satan. Which was almost protested by the wrathful blond who blamed Lucifer for this entire incident in the first place, but quieted down when he heard it was for Mammon, to help break the curse.

It didn’t take long for the two brothers to arrive at Mammon’s witch friend’s house, Kiyomi. Kiyomi noticed the two almost instantly and welcomed them in. “Did you ever find Mammon?” She asked, she had assisted the brothers in finding the second born.

“Yes, we wanted to ask you some things.” Lucifer said.

“About the curse?” Kiyomi asked. Lucifer nodded in confirmation. “The curse was there just as he found the girl.” Kiyomi said. “Meaning the girl may have been cursed, or carrying the curse and it got transferred to Mammon.” Kiyomi explained.

“Beyond that, my knowledge is limited.” She sighed. “What about another witch, a witch powerful enough to cast the spell?” Satan asked, furrowing his brows.

“Maddi would be someone able to cast the spell. Or the girl, Riko. There are powerful witches, but those are the two who have the most power who are near Mammon to cast the spell.” Kiyomi crossed her arms.

“We’ve already cleared Riko, then Maddi is the only other witch.” Satan said, glancing at Lucifer.

“Cleared Riko? There is no clearing a witch of Riko’s caliber of something like this. Even if the girl seems sweet and caring of Mammon, there’s a good chance her good nature could be something more sickening. After all, the girl’s origins are unknown. Which makes her even more dangerous.” Kiyomi said, her tone more serious than before.

Lucifer nodded, Satan growled. “You said when she was a kid the curse got there! Why would a kid of maybe 6 years old be able to do something like that?” Satan said, his temper spiking.

“Why not?” Kiyomi shot back. “Maybe there was something to gain? Especially someone of Mammon’s caliber. One of the Seven Rulers of the Underworld. The 4th strongest in all of the Devildom? The Avatar of Greed himself? There’s much to gain from obtaining him on one’s side.”.

Satan glared at Kiyomi, and the witch glared back at him. Green eyes piercing each other. “We’ll talk to Maddi, then turn back to Riko.” Lucifer said he was with Kiyomi, Riko was unknown to all of them. Maybe even to Mammon as well.

Satan almost lost control of his temper, but bit back. He stormed out of the witch’s home. “Be cautious around Riko. It’s the reason why I wanted Mammon to bring me the kid as soon as I got back, but I guess plans changed. Word of advice, Lucifer, which I’m sure you already know.” Kiyomi sighed.

“An unknown witch is the most dangerous witch of all.” She warned. Lucifer only nodded, understanding what Kiyomi was saying to him. Riko is the unknown witch, therefore, she’s dangerous.

Lucifer walked out, to see Satan petting a cat, which seemed to calm him down. “Let’s go Satan.” Lucifer said, walking up to him.

“You really think that witch girl hurt Mammon?” Satan asked.

“We’ll see, but I think we both know that Mammon wouldn’t keep someone like that around. Child or not.” Lucifer sighed, he knew, but he hoped the curse didn’t cloud Mammon’s judgment.

“So, it’s a good chance Maddi did it? After all, Maddi is a cunning witch.” Satan hummed. Lucifer nodded, opening another portal that led to Maddi’s territory.

Satan didn’t want to leave the cat, but it ran away when Lucifer opened the portal. Making Satan frown. The blond stood and left with Lucifer through the portal, getting chills just entering Maddi’s territory.

“Well, well. Lucifer and Satan, it must be my birthday or some special occasion.” Maddi chuckled, seeing the two demons. “Enough with the theatrics.” Satan scoffed.

“Yes, yes. You came about that scummy brother of yours.” Maddi sighed, it wasn’t surprising she knew, witches could see into the future for a short period of time, and Maddi of all people loved to keep up on rumors and news about the brothers.

“However, for you. I have nothing to share.” Maddi hummed, a smile playing on her red lips. “I know, you’re here to accuse me of cursing Mammon, but for once. I had nothing to do with it.” she said.

“How can we trust that?” Lucifer asked. Maddi frowned, “The boy already paid me back, I have no use for him anymore. I can’t get away with it if he doesn’t owe me anything.” She scoffed.

“Plus, I have much better things to do than try and hold a curse on Mammon for what, 13-14 years?” Maddi sighed. “Curses for that long get boring for me.”.

“What do you know about the witch Riko?” Satan asked, scowling right back at the witch.

“Riko..?” Maddi repeated, sounding confused. Maddi knew every witch, but never one by the name of Riko. “Is she a new witch? Who’s her mentor?” Maddi asked.

Satan and Lucifer exchanged looks. “Sorry, I can’t help you with this Riko person. But, if you give me something in exchange I could help you with your curse problem.” Maddi’s cheshire cat smile returned once more onto her lips.

Lucifer and Satan both frowned now, glaring at the witch, but Lucifer gave in a bit, but his guard was still up against Maddi. “What do you want?” He asked.

Maddi smiled, “So we have a deal?” she asked. “What do you want?” Lucifer repeated. Maddi clicked her tongue.

“Well, I guess I’ll be nice since you’re lowering your awful pride to ask me what I want in exchange for help with the curse.” She faked pouting a bit.

“Well, what I want.. Hm..” Maddi hummed, acting like she was thinking and stalling time for the brothers. “Spit it out already!” Satan snapped at the witch.

“You two were no fun, no wonder that Demon Prince sent you two to interrogate all of us witches. But, you only came to two so far, so I hope if I tell you what I want in exchange you won’t bother the rest.” Maddi scowled.

“But, since you want to be that way I’ll tell you what I want.” She said, “If you, in 24 hours, can bring me the cursed novel of “The Great Sorcerer of Death”, then I’ll be more than welcome to help you with your problem, but if you can’t bring me the book in 24 hours..” Maddi gave a devilish grin.

“I’ll be sure to leave your lovely second-born to suffer an agonizing death.”.

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