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chuluoyi · 7 months

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✎ treasure

- gojo satoru x reader

the strongest sorcerer meets his match in his petulant son, who inherits his six eyes and is having trouble with them

genre: taking care of your son with dad!gojo, fluff/comfort

note: AAAA i love this waaay too much!😭 this brilliant idea gave me baby fever so bad came from an anon who so energetically dropped by my askbox, thank you! and seeing this artwork by Yoon in twitter definitely gave me more ideas too!

a part of gojo's love entries

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"No!"

"Why? This helps—"

"That's ugly! I don't want to look ugly—like you!"

Satoru blinked in utter disbelief, and you broke into the most satisfying fits of laughter. In front of him, standing tall and sullen and very much like him was his own son, now barely five years old.

Your boy mentioned that he had been experiencing discomfort in his eyes lately, which also caused him to become dizzy. And Satoru attempted to persuade him to use a blindfold like he did because it was effective.

However, as we can see, his son didn't take his suggestion well at all. His bright blue eyes, ones your husband passed down, bore an intense glare aimed squarely at him.

"I..." Satoru sputtered, his eyes twitching. The sight was comical as no one had ever managed to elicit such a reaction from him. And no one ever considered him an unattractive person too! "I'm not—"

"You are!"

Once again, you let out a triumphant cackle, and this time your husband shot you a glare. But you didn't care. All those years of tolerating his antics had paid off. His son had finally put him in his place!

When he was a baby, you thought your son was Gojo Satoru incarnate. He was the spitting image of him—with all gaits and expressions too. And you had worried if he would turn out to be just as much of a menace as he was.

But apparently, life has other sweet plans because like you, he was a relatively calm boy, diligent, and didn't like to make a fuss. Satoru argued that it was definitely in his genes—claiming he had also been a sweetheart when he was a child, but you couldn't quite imagine him being remotely as reserved as your son.

That aside, the cause of this hilarious exchange did actually make you worry a bit.

"Look, I know it probably looks odd," Satoru gestured at the blindfold in his hand, but your little boy still didn't seem convinced by the pout he displayed. "But it will help you, I promise. If only you would—"

Oh, but it was almost like karma because besides his appearance, the other trait your son inherited from your husband was his strong sense of winning.

His face reddened from sheer indignation, and he once again screamed, "I don't want to! I'll just cover my eyes with—" he took a nearby napkin and pulled them over his eyes, "—this!"

Satoru sighed in annoyance, and you decided to jump in. Crouching down next to him, you gently pried the napkin from his hand.

"Papa just wants to help you, okay?" you reasoned, cupping his plump cheeks. Gods, he used to be this round thing in your and Satoru's arms and now he was already this big. "He uses it everyday and he has no problems, see?"

"But it doesn't look good..." Your son drooped his head in disappointment, and you could feel Satoru rolling his eyes beside you, evidently miffed at the thought of him being less than good-looking.

Parenting is challenging, especially when your husband still holds onto some of his childlike tendencies. So you decided to end the discussion here.

It was later at noon, while you were in the kitchen preparing lunch when you heard your son's scream and something crashing. Your heart was in your throat as you rushed to the backyard, only to see something that made your heart lurch even more.

Your sweet boy was wailing on the ground, clutching his head, and Satoru—

His expression was as horrified as yours if not more, as he ran and caught your son in his arms, pressing him tightly against his chest as if shielding him from the sun altogether. "Shit. Hey, hey—buddy, you okay?”

Satoru lifted him up and carried him inside. You were right beside him as he settled on the sofa, gently hushing your son, who was still shaking and had his eyes covered against his chest.

"M-My head..." your son whimpered, tears streaming down his chubby cheeks. "...h-hurts..."

"It's okay, it's okay..." he murmured, caressing the child's hair in a soothing manner, and it reminded you so much of what he would do to you in the early mornings. "I've got you now, nothing’s going to happen to you. Hang on a little longer, yeah?"

You felt warm tears threatening to well up in your eyes at the sight. It was heart-wrenching to see your son in such torment, and the way your husband was consoling him deeply touched you. It served as a poignant reminder of just how many years had passed from when Gojo Satoru was still that brat who used to mess with you during high school.

Soon, your little boy's breathing became even, and he went to sleep in Satoru's comforting embrace.

You looked at him while biting your lip, undiluted worry in your voice. "What should we do? He's been experiencing pain often lately..."

Satoru really wanted to wipe that expression from your face, but with his precious child clinging onto him for dear life, even he didn't have the heart to.

"Don't worry, I'll be with him," he assured, a plan already forming in his mind. "If he hates blindfolds that much, then I'll get him some pairs of glasses just like the ones I have—for kids. We'll start with that."

Bearing the weight of his clan's revered eyes was a heavy burden, and honestly, he would prefer it if none of his children had to inherit them. After all, he went through it all too as a child—the manifestation of the six eyes' powers marks the beginning of life as a sorcerer. The perilous world he was still trying to keep away from his son.

Nonetheless, he would be there for him every step of the way. It was what he vowed to himself on the day he was born. He wouldn’t let anything befall him—or you.

You had calmed down after hearing his plan, and as you gazed at your precious boy’s innocent face in his protective grip and the gentle pats he gave him, you suddenly found yourself in a mischievous mood once again.

"Heh, quite the doting papa, aren't you, Satoru?" you winked, a teasing smile on your face. You could have sworn his cheeks slightly flushed as he retorted:

"Hmph. He is my personal little body warmer, after all."

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yunarim · 9 months

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🥀 DAUGHTER OF EVIL | RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

The flower of evil sweetly blooms with maddening color // Although it's a very lovely flower // Indeed, there are too many thorns to touch it

ʚ🌹ɞ — ever since little you’ve been a servant of evil famous for an unswerving loyalty and devotion to the queendom’s only ruler, a crimson tyrant named riddle rosehearts. his every complaint, his mere whimsies — you’ve made those all come true, had he only snap his fingers. and now, witnessing the end of both of you — you wonder, what kind of future awaits you two?

✎ tags : gn reader, saga of evil inspired, reader as len (aka servant of evil but not riddle's twin, reader and riddle are not siblings in any ways), can be read as platonic, angst throughout the fic, mentions of death, happy ending

▸notes : lmao i actually re-entered my vocaloid obsession phase and decided to give it go. i kinda have all the dorm leaders assigned to the 7 deadly sins series, would you be willing to read everyone else's parts? ㅋㅋㅋ ✦ W.C. : 2.8K

“So, shall we start?”

Riddle crosses his legs, a high heel pointing at the lowly being in front of his eyes begging for something ever so utterly insignificant it’s boring. Ah, no, there’s another emotion making his blood boil in his vessels — annoyance.

“Your majesty,” a plowman swallows under Riddle’s sharp gaze and folds his hands in a prayer gesture, falling to his knees. “I h-have no right to beg, b-but the field can no longer be plowed, it has exhausted all its resources. A-and it hasn't rained in the kingdom for a long time…”

“Ha,” Riddle lets out a provocative laughter. “So? You know you can’t beg me, but came here just for that purpose?”

“P-please, if only you could cast a rain!.. I will repay you twice, no, thrice as hard!! P-please, your majesty, I!—”

“To think that you expect me to excuse you for ruining the field!” He laughs, the hoarseness in his voice rises with a playful tone gliding around him. “Ha!! You insolent brat. You’re forgetting I sorely despise such ignorant fools like you. Off with your head!”

You know what follows this line. You see a collar of an unbelievable beauty, yet also of an eeriness no one would ever want to experience. The collar clasps around the man's neck thin from starving, and wants to dart your glance somewhere else but him, knowing exactly well that you can’t.

“N-no…” a plowman cries. “I’m begging you, your majesty!! Please, anything but my magic!—”

“Take him away,” Riddle sighs, unamused. “I can’t stand these wails anymore.”

“As you wish, your majesty Rosehearts.”

Riddle follows your figure with a concentrated gaze fixed on your movements, and frowns at your actions. You tell the guards to get rid of the man that instant, no emotions flowing in the gleam of your eyes, and he wonders… How could you fit him so well?

There’s an absolute silence when you return and stand beside him at his right, a strong aroma of roses lingering around. It’s deceptively alluring, yet you feel like your skin could crumble just by standing here a second longer, though you also admit there’s no choice other than bowing your head so low it’s painful.

“Yuu,” you don’t dare to shift your eyes to him, nor to move an inch.

“Yes, your majesty Rosehearts?”

“How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?”

“You’re my sublimity, my only light and meaning of my lowly existence,” you answer unswervingly.

“Haaa,” Riddle sighs, pressing a hand to his forehead. “Want to be beheaded so much?”

“I am very sorry, your majesty.”

“You don’t look sorry at all.”

You finally move, ready to fall on your knees, but he rises from his throne and waves a hand, stopping you from doing anything absolutely ridiculous. Ah seriously, did he hurry when thinking you fit him so much?

Can’t you see he’s being different to you?

“Yuu,” his voice is suddenly low and dark. “Drop your act immediately, I know you’re a terrible actor.”

“In order to be an exceptionally flawless servant to you, your majesty Rosehearts, I must—”

“Enough!!”

You finally look up at him, witnessing his frown.

“It’s Riddle for you.”

You jolt when hear his heels echoing in the hall, and turn around to raise an objection, but then again who are you to have the right to do that?

The bells ring with deafening blows of the striker against the bronze walls, and Riddle turns to you, meeting your lost glance.

“Oh, it’s tea time.”

“I’ll prepare everything.”

You bow as lowly as you can, and ask to excuse you for leaving, and go back to the kitchen as if nothing ever happened a few minutes ago.

He’s always been like that. You remember him since you were born. You, a child of a counselor close to the previous king, possessing an enormous amount of magic within, and Riddle, future kingdom’s ruler. Despite your family losing all its value and status, you were assigned to being Riddle’s servant, thanks to the devotion of your ancestors.

Every other servant would often ask you how come you just didn’t abandon your position with the magic of your level or why wouldn’t you just kill him.

You don’t know yourself. If it was that easy to answer, you wouldn’t be here in the first place, and yet an image of Riddle’s genuine smile with a child-like playfulness splashing in the corner of his small red lips was fathoming you with a happiness blossoming inside.

Your heart aches whenever you remember Riddle mother’s strict yells and slaps she gave for mistakes at the age of five. You remember him sneaking out to eat a strawberry tart you bake, you also can’t forget the scars she left on you for being so lenient and exceeding your authorities—to think you dared to try helping him.

After all that,

Was there even a way to betray that smile that shines on his face when he looks at you?

“Oh, Yuu.”

You bow to Riddle when you see him approaching you riding a horse. His intimate tender smile who no one ever managed to witness, the smile he demonstrated exceptionally to you.

You can’t help but smile at him in return and jolt right after, remembering you have no right to do that.

“Ah,” he says, jumping off the horse with a light elegant move, and comes to you. “Why did you stop?”

“Stop?” You echo him.

“Smiling. It suits you.”

You swallow painfully, lowering your head and hearing an annoyed sigh from him again.

“Well then,” his hands land on your waist, causing you to gasp. “I just have to make you smile again.”

“Y-your majesty Rosehearts?..”

“Josephine,” he calls his horse and smiles. “Help me out.”

Josephine lowers slightly to make it easier for you to get on, and Riddle tries unsuccessfully to put you on.

“Your majesty Rosehearts, let me…”

You follow his silent request to get on the horse, and look at him with a confused gaze. Everything becomes more complicated when he jumps right after, making your back touch his chest, and he grabs the reins.

“Y-your ma!—”

“Ha-ha!” His laugh is clear and genuine, he smells like roses even on a horse, and you can’t help but smile. “I always wanted to ride with you.”

“With me?..”

“Indeed. You’re different from them.”

“Yes?”

“You…” A strong wind current makes you close your eyes and grab the reins in order to not fall, and feel Riddle pressing his whole body to yours, making sure you will hear him almost whispering in your ear. “Never speak bad about me behind my back.”

You don’t know how to respond, but Riddle doesn’t look like he would be happy to hear your reply in any case, so you let yourself enjoy the ride for a minute, and then turn to him, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of his pinkish cheeks.

“I have something to report—”

“Yuu!”

You hear two familiar voices, and ask Riddle to dismount. He helps you to get off the horse, and those who called you by your name run to you, welcoming in a warm embraces.

“Ace, Deuce,” you greet them calmly, despite your heart beating much faster. “I apologize for meeting you in such an unpleasant state of mine.”

“Nonsense,” Ace laughs off. “You’re just as silly as ever!”

“He’s right,” Deuce joins him and pokes your cheek. “We missed you!”

“I…” You turn to Riddle.

He’s not frowning, he’s not annoyed, he’s… You know that emotion. Disdain.

“Good afternoon, your majesty,” Deuce welcomes him, bowing, and Ace follows him not so eagerly.

“Ignorant as you ever were.”

“Your majesty Rosehearts, I wanted to report that Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade came in order to negotiate regarding the distribution of magical resources.”

“That is right, your majesty,” Deuce says. “And we have to proclaim the most important decision we had to make.”

You feel Ace grabbing you by the shoulder and look at him as if he lost all of his mind. And maybe he really did.

“We need to take Yuu with us as the only person left in the whole Queendom of Roses with such an enormous magical energy in order to provide them a promising future.”

You met Ace and Deuce while going shopping in the Clock Town, running out of magical artifacts, and instantly felt an unknown warm feeling growing in your chest. Red roses of happiness blossomed within, when you recognized that you can actually feel the emotion of being loved by your friends. You genuinely enjoyed the times you happened to meet them in the town.

And even though you knew they, like all of people in the Queendom of Roses, couldn’t stand Riddle Rosehearts’s tyranny and frivolous restriction of other people's magical abilities, you were predestined to have an exceptional enormous magic flowing within you, which Ace and Deuce were interested in. And unlike others, their unrotten desire was to make you happy, to let you study magic just as freely as you wished.

You once said you can’t betray your master, and the following question ‘Why is that?’ was absurdly reasonable, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to answer.

There was no such reason. Nothing except for Riddle’s warm smile, his lenient approach to you and the way his cheeks grew red when he was trying to impress you with gifts. You couldn’t dare to imagine deceiving his rapid heartbeat whenever you two studied magic together.

But Ace and Deuce were adamant to the point they wanted you to be free even and tyrant to be dethroned miserably. Despite knowing the state Queendom of Roses was in, how people starved and died after their magic being restricted which led to rain no longer falling and soils drying out forever, you still were… selfish.

And maybe your friends were too when deciding they could just rip you off Riddle’s strong chains.

“Make sure the Clock Town is badly stirred.”

You fell on your knees, your mind filled with void, and the only thing you could think about was to execute an order Riddle gave.

Your hands were shaking, you couldn’t hold the magic pen properly, and the flames of red flew everywhere around the Clock Town.

Heart-rending screams filled the entire space. You did not notice how the cinders and burnt dust filled your lungs; hysterical crying and crackling sparks of fire rang in your ears, but you mindlessly walked forward, squeezing the magic pen in your fingers.

“Yuu…” Deuce heard you, turning around.

He threw his head up, and a new stream of unrestrained tears gushed from his clear teal eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Remember me and Ace love you.”

He chuckled before you casted a magic spell devouring him.

“Goodbye, my dear best friend.”

You closed your eyes, dropping the pen and letting out an uncontrollable wail.

The servants ran away as time was short. You watched Ace leading the opposition, magic traces so obvious it could be seen in the air with the flows of bright crimson, ashes surrounding every inch of the castle, and you drew the curtain.

“Your majesty Rosehearts, you should run!”

“To hell with running away! I’m not a coward! I want to protect you!!”

“Y-you majesty Rosehearts,” your voice trembled at how genuine Riddle sounded, and you bit your lip, kneeling before him.

“Before long, the angry townspeople will probably overthrow us. Even if we so rightly deserve this. Despite this, I will still defy them.”

“Don’t you dare!! It’s an order, Yuu!”

You turned to him, his eyes glowing with unconcealed sadness and rage at once, tears sliding down his cheeks.

“Off with your head!”

You reflect the spell he tried casting on you, gifting him with an apologetic smile, and Riddle sees how much blot you accumulated.

“Yuu… no… you can’t…”

“Riddle.”

He rose up his head and felt air hitching in his throat, not allowing him to say anything to you.

“I’ll cover as you, and you use all the magic remaining to cover as me. You need to escape immediately, this would be my one and only wish. You remember I never asked for anything? Now it’s time for you to finally grant me your safety.”

Wave of magic enveloped you, and the second after Riddle was staring at the copy of himself, an ink embracing your limbs, and he felt pathetic for leaving you in that state.

“You… you ignorant… brat… How could.. you!” Sobs prevented him from speaking clearly, squeezing his throat with burning rods, but he could not go across your last request, waving a magic pen, and taking on your appearance. “If it’s to protect you, I will even become evil.”

Even if the entire world becomes his enemy, I will protect you, so just be there smiling and laughing.

You feel like burning, ashes and magic currents no longer feel familiar, it’s a deadly fire to your skin, and you see Ace screaming when flames envelop your body, and you physically feel how phantom rips off your body, the threads of your connection dying out. You use your last remaining powers to let the cover be saved to the very end, even when Ace’s hateful odious gaze filled with poison towards Riddle fixes on you.

It’s painful. It’s painful to the point you want to let your cover wear off, to beg Ace to save you from this burning hell, and the glimpse of familiar crimson hair locks somewhere behind the wall of dust chains you up to the conscious state for a moment.

Ah… right. The very reason you feel like disappearing is him.

You smile at him, seeing his teary eyes, and want to run closer, to ride Josephine together one more time, to sneak out and eat a strawberry tart, to practice magic together, to—

To envelop him in your warm embrace and to never let him go. If I could be reborn, at that time, I’d like to play with you again.

You press a hand to your forehead, wondering how in the world did you end up transmigrating to the other dimension. It was pretty much fine minding your business on Earth, why would you suddenly transfer here? And what is here actually?

You hear people whispering something about you—magicless human, blah-blah-blah or whatsoever—is magic really a thing here? You suddenly feel a viscous feeling tiring you out when you think about using magic. How peculiar, given you don’t even know what it would be like.

“To think you presume you would run away from me.”

You blink absentmindedly when you hear the voice so oddly familiar and strangely endearing, despite the situation not being conducive.

“Off with your head!”

The tone, the hoarseness in this voice makes you jolt and swallow, you don’t realize you’re shivering.

“You okay?” Someone asks you but you don’t hear anything despite the voice.

You follow its source with your concentrated gaze and finally find the boy with bright red hair and gray eyes, an annoying gaze of which is aimed at the creature who introduced himself as Grim, who caused the commotion.

“As wonderful as ever. Any and all magic gets sealed by your Unique Magic, Riddle-san.”

Riddle…

How come you know his name despite never having met him before?

“Hmph,” the boy shrugs it off. “Of course I— Huh?”

You feel his gaze landing on you, and he drops his magic pen, looking straight at you. Indescribable feeling fills you up instantly, and you suddenly just know your skin feels like it's burning, and somehow there’s a rose aroma lingering in the air.

“Yuu?..”

“Huh? You know them?” The other boy asks when Riddle parts his lips.

“I am not… sure?”

“You’re,” you approach him, subconsciously feeling a strange urge to embrace him. “Riddle Rosehearts.”

“You’re correct, indeed, but how in the world… Ahem.”

He coughs and stretches out a hand to you to shake it.

“Nice to meet you. Please call me… Riddle.”

“What?! Did dorm leader Rosehearts just say to call him only by his name… this magicless human?!”

You don’t know what you are getting down on your knees and taking his hand, pressing an ephemeral kiss on its back.

“W-wha?!—”

“Oh!” You raise up instantly, realizing what you just did. “I’m sorry, it was an… instinct?..”

“Is that so…”

Somehow… you don’t understand what is that exceptionally majestic about him, but you smile and see how his cheeks grow red.

“Riddle,” you say his name out loud quite awkwardly, as if trying to roll it on your tongue and taste how it sounds, and he blushes. “I know it’s sudden, but would it be okay to eat a strawberry tart together after this all will be solved?”

“I… don’t mind.”

If I were to be reborn... it'll be nice if we'll meet again.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #deuce spade

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avonne-writes · 2 months

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Howdy, big fan. I literally open my phone every morning and check your blog like it's the news. Anyhoo - on your response to someone's asks bout Bucky being insecure/jealous, you mentioned "what do we think Buck's insecurities are in their relationship? My first thought is him feeling unsure if he can satisfy Bucky's sexual needs. Another could be him thinking he’s boring." This might sound a bit weird but one of the reasons I love Buck so much is because I actually see parts of myself in him. He's so quiet and contemplative and intentional with his words, and the true sign of how comfortably him and Bucky fit together is how much we see Buck be silent next to John. There's such a beautiful companionship in their silences. They feel warm and private and calm. But I do think Buck sometimes has a deep down fear that John would find him boring - perhaps it was earlier when they first met, and the assurance has sunk in over time that actually Bucky loves him exactly how he is. Buck adores Bucky's antics, but Buck doesn't have to be singing badly at the microphone to get John's attention. He doesn't have to try to be louder or expressive. It's one of the reasons I adore Austin's acting of Buck too: it's all in the eyes, it's so subtle, and he wasn't very overtly expressive yet I could still read such depth and vastness of emotion that's going on inside. I like to think Bucky sees and reads him so clearly from the start, and that's why they fit together. Because Buck also sees past the bravado to the John inside, despite his efforts to deflect and avoid and distract when he's in pain and hurting (getting Curt to punch him to feel something, or drinking his sorrows, etc). It's why the scene in the train stopping at Nuremberg for me is so special: in that moment, which to me really is the climax of their friendship, it's the "ok well this might be our deaths moment so let's reflect on what we have", there's a beautiful role reversal. Buck is the talkative one, and Bucky is silent. And there's nothing more to be said, but they both know exactly what the other means. Anyways sorry for my rambling 😂

Anon, this is so well-said that I don’t know what to add ❤️ This is really beautiful and I agree. I love this deep understanding between them, how they can look beyond the surface and truly see each other. The train scene is so special and meaningful. I love Austin's acting too. Not every character needs to wail or wax poetic for the viewer to understand their feelings. I'm glad they went this route with him.

Oh, and thank you so much for telling me you enjoy reading my blog! ❤️😊

#mota #buck x bucky #gale cleven #john egan #clegan #anon #gale's insecurities

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reaperlight · 9 months

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[Written down immediately after waking up and edited somewhat for consistency and clarity]

I had a very cinematic detailed dream in which Eddie (and Venom) are working in a hospital as a nurse or emergency technician trainee under another name in another country and caught some shady goings on.

They see a patient was flat-lining but when trying to bring it to the attention of the hospital staff are told to ignore it.

It's too late to save the person but because this is all so shady Eddie takes a picture with their cellphone afterwards.

Eddie finds more shady goings on and takes more pictures.

Nurse, catching them doing it: I need to see your cell phone

Venom: Keep calm, play dumb.

Eddie: What phone?

Nurse, now with a gun: I wasn't asking

Assassins disguised as nurses tackle him.

Eddie escapes.

Nurse-assassin, impressed: Who are you, really?

Eddie: *[gives the boring fake name which he deliberately chose so people wouldn't look at them twice]*

Nurse assassin: Ewww, no thank you.

Eddie: Yeah you're not my type either

She shoots at him and he jumps out the window which is several stories up to escape and thanks to Venom sticks a superhero landing and keeps running.

***

They get to their car and find it's been obviously searched through.

The nurse-assassin and more mercenaries are chasing them

They get in the car even though they're afraid it might blow up or been tampered with.

There's a chase scene.

A metal song plays on the radio the singer screaming "sayonara you bad, bad boy" over and over to wailing electric guitars.

As they drive quickly and recklessly (and with assistance from tentacles when turning tight corners at high speeds) to lose their pursuers.

They drive until they think they've lost them.

After momentarily losing their pursuers...

Cleaning out the car of their few belongings they want to take with them and can fit in a backpack, checking them for bugs. Had to ditch the car, not only was it identifiable there might be a tracker in it.

Eddie sighing: You know we have to leave again. Start over somewhere else.

Venom: This was not my fault this time. I was good.

Eddie: I know, love. This is on me. I screwed up. Again.

Venom: I thought you did good Eddie. You tried to help someone. I'm very proud of you. Today we were a hero.

Eddie: Yeah right, I couldn't help anyone. Some hero.

Venom: You're MY hero.

They gather up their things, the car explodes behind them.

***

Eddie uploads the photos he took in the hospital to the Associated Press. He still might not know what all this was about but evidently these photos were worth trying to kill him over. He might not yet know the whole picture of what was going on but someone else might know who this is or be able to connect the dots. Also the Life Foundation was involved, even if they changed their name, and they were killing people so that was like obviously not good.

Eddie and Venom download their honeymoon photos and then ditch their old phone too in case they were tracking them that way.

***

Eddie was in his work scrubs when the chase began and has to quickly change into new clothes.

Venom takes the form of a black leather jacket with a white spider on the sleeve reminiscent of that spider-guy from that weird dream they had in Tiajuana. Venom hadn't liked the spider guy (which was weird, Eddie hadn't understood the vitriol since it was just some kid in a Halloween costume) but they had thought the design was kinda cool and they made their own version of it.

***

At some point temporarily getting captured by the bad guys and drugged but Venom is offsetting some of the effects.

Venom: Don't give them your name. Or our name.

Eddie: I know.

Venom: Don't use our friends' names either.

Eddie: I know.. Despite what you clearly think I am not a total idiot.

Interrogator, shouting: What is your name!

Eddie: ...It's Kasady. Cletus Kasady.

Venom: ...Eddie... I hate to tell you this but I think you ARE an idiot.

Eddie, intimidates his captors while Venom recovers. Stares at him unblinking, lowers his voice. Mimicking mannerisms from both Venom and Kasady to try and intimidate and throwing in a bad attempt at a southern accent which nearly ruins the effect.

Eddie: If you haven't heard of me you might wanna look me up. When I get out of here, and I will. I'm gonna. Eat. Your. Face. They will never find your body. And it's gonna be like total carnage.

The attempt at intimidation isn't as convincing as he would like initially because he sounds like he's bluffing until Venom makes a snarling sound in his throat which makes the interrogators stumble back.

Eddie: What are you doing?

Venom: Helping because I don't think they were falling for it.

They escape again...

Venom: So what exactly were you hoping to achieve by convincing them that you are a cannibalistic serial killer?

Eddie: In my defense I was drugged at the time and we couldn't exactly show all our cards then. I was just trying to get them to back off.

Venom: Yeah well I'd say that didn't work.. at all.

They believe he is Kasady now because that was so audacious that no one would believe he was lying.

Venom: I thought you had some sense knocking around in that grey matter of yours. And how do you plan to make them think we are Kasady when we already killed him?

Eddie: Well plastic surgery is a thing.

Venom: Eddie, no. You are not cutting your perfect face.

Eddie: ...I mean maybe they'll think Kasady faked his death and is running around with a new face... wait did you just say...?

Venom, embarrassed: ...Or maybe they'll just think you're an idiot!

Eddie, huffy: ...Parasite.

Venom: Take that back!

***

Feral Eddie takes down a couple of assassins by himself while Venom is still recovering/combating the effects of the drugs.

Eddie: Not bad for an idiot.

Venom: Of course, because you're MY idiot.

***

Meanwhile...

Cletus and Frances who were living an anonymous quiet life are none too pleased that they're names are back in the news.

Frances was alive under the bell, the stress and rage if the situation allowing her to consciously access her full psychic powers and telekinetically push it off (crushing the cops who come after them).

Frances hadn't been aware of it but she and Cletus had forged a psychic bond as children. Cletus was brought back to life by both Carnage (whose cells of which still remained in his corpse regrowing his head and Frances restoring his memories / personality. But he's not back a hundred percent. He didn't really remember the murders he was supposed to have committed but everyone but Carnage figures thats probably for the best.

He would prefer to live a peaceful life with his wife (and their companion) but of course would do it again if they took her again.

Later they come to Eddie's rescue.

After Eddie and Venom get caught and are being tortured.

They kill the room to save him

Carnage: I don't understand why you're bothering. They ate your head we should return the favor.

Cletus: Leave it.

Cletus: Eddie... oh Eddie. We tried to tell you but you never listened. That's okay... I guess you're learning now.

Eddie: ...What?

Frances tells them about Ravencroft and the camps.

Later...

Cletus: Eddie... we get it you don't wanna be pals but if you could keep our old name out of it in the future, that would be great. We would greatly appreciate it.

Carnage: If you hurt them again--

Cletus: Down girl.

***

As for the shady stuff going on at the hospital and the company formerly known as the Life Foundation, vampires are somehow involved--the expensive experimental drugs either turns the patient into a vampire or it kills them but either way flat-lining is a normal part of the procedure...

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shuckinbeanz · 8 months

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SCREAM (Yan!GhostFace!Tama)

He also comes maskless! So check out his spoopy mug! 👻

warnings/notes: NSFW, college!au, reader was nearly ran over in broad daylight, Tamaki Slowly Snaps™, stalking, attempted murder(two times, reader nearly gets ran over & Tamaki's first victim manages to escape once), murder, Tamaki is a yandere(who knows his obsession is wrong, but he ends up snapping. and getting worse.), Tamaki & Mirio do the Billy & Stu tagteam except Tamaki is the killer of the duo, Mirio has his own darling which I may or may not write the origins of, Tamaki is the creepy kind of Ghostface due to his introverted nature he's slightly Micheal Myer's-esque and the opening scene features no Scream franchise signature burner calls!

This is gonna be a three part fic and I wanna say reader is a bit fruitloopy, too.(just because of what i have planned for the end. this is a consent blog, sooo)

~Masterlist~

Underage characters are Aged Up!

MINORS 👏 DNI! 👏 AGE 👏 IN 👏 BIO 👏 OR 👏 DNI! 👏 Head on over to @candybowbeansies please for my SFW pieces, or be blocked if you interact here! 😇

Similar to Ghostface!Baku, I cut back unnecessary parts(who cares how the minor bg characters croak ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ we’re here for the opening, the ending, and the lovin’), but there still is movie spoilers/references. Enjoy!

Tags: @dynamightsdaydream , @shadoweepingscream , @dementedinc-blog, @survivorofmath , @blackchim3ra

Tamaki was an introvert by nature. He wasn’t exactly the type of person to go out of his way for anything. Much to his chagrin, he was popular, but he only kept a small circle of friends. He was studious, and his nimble frame helped him greatly with sports that demanded dexterity.

He wasn’t exactly the type of person to go out of his way for anything.

But you caught his eye. And even though he denied it, he fell in love with you at first sight. His social anxiety would ultimately lead him to overthink things.

He knew what your favorite foods were by heart. It wasn’t right of him. He knew your favorite color(s), and he even knew your favorite subjects. It’s not normal. You always looked so pretty, bunny, oh God he’s such a creep, wearing your favorite outfits and styles.

Unfortunately, you were a victim of delinquents who’d always find ways to harass you. Usually, a few words would make them stop, for a while.

But this tops everything they’ve done. Popularity can only go so far.

Those laughing bastards drove an expensive vehicle they ‘borrowed’, tires screeching across the parking lot as they gassed it off campus, nearly running you over in their joyride.

You were on your rump, terrified and wailing from narrowly avoiding death, but everybody else just stood around like dumb asses. He didn’t waste a second, jogging towards you to see if you were okay. Mirio would know better what to do in this type of situation, he mused as he fretted over you, asking if you were hurt, if you were okay.

When you clung to him, something in him that was hanging by a thread finally snapped.

He decided then and there as he awkwardly and very hesitantly embraced you, he’d kill every last one of them.

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It took some time, and unfortunately, his grades suffered a little. He had to spend late nights staking out the places those bastards frequented, and find out their addresses and numbers. He’d spend what time he could planning. He couldn’t get caught, now, could he?

He had to make sure he wouldn’t be.

He had a ghost mask Mirio had jokingly plastered hollow tentacle-like formations on from last Halloween. It would do perfectly. He had just the right things to hide his tattoos, too, just like the majority of his wardrobe.

It was form fitting, a black sweatshirt with deep navy butterfly printed leggings. He broke out the black leather boots he'd never worn before just for this, too.

One of the ones who mercilessly bullied you had to work the last hours working their family bookstore tonight. They were probably bored out of their mind, and what better electrifying thrill to face imminent death? But he wanted to have a little fun, first.

Mirio lived nearby, and with a beloved of his own, he'd be more than happy to help after hearing what those bastards did to you.

Devices in hand and a plan in mind, he thinks; yes. Yes...they would do perfectly as the opening scene.

He can't contain the deranged grin creeping across his face.

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It's the small things that make the largest of impacts. Tiny objects moved from places one knows they were, odd sounds, and small new additions. Thankfully this one was observant, much to his amusement. He'd bugged that bookstore and tinkered with it, relishing in how this bastard slowly began to lose their mind.

He watched them plant their own devices; probably pilfered from friends and family. Their shifty eyes were almost comical. Perhaps they wouldn't have nearly ran you over when they were this aware of their surroundings?

He smiles widely, a giddy feeling rising in him as he decides he should acknowledge their efforts.

Armed with the knowledge of every camera they'd attempted to sneakily place, and dressed to impress, he lingers just outside the peripheral of the devices.

It was so entertaining fucking with them, and once they caught his silhouette, they'd brought it up with their family who knew well enough the crowd they mingled with.

'Perhaps one of your friends is pranking you? Don't sweat it, it's typical.'

And as typical, they threw a tantrum, knocking over a cart of books before promptly exiting. It took several days for them to come back, needing money. He watched them mind the desk for some time, before donning the costume he'd thrown together after the sun had set, close to their closing time.

Tonight was the night he'd hunt them down, Mirio tagging along.

He skulks out of sight, loitering in the back alley where they'd come out after closing up for the night.

Unfortunately for them, the alleyway was long with twists and turns. He followed them, looking for a chance to attack. All was silent, with the exceptions of his and their footsteps, and their quickening breathing. He made sure to match their steps, stopping each time they stopped.

He expected them to turn around right away-but they didn't, choosing instead to pick up their pace, soon breaking into a bolt, surprisingly fast.

In a fit of fear and desperation, they threw anything and everything they could behind them in an attempt to block his path to them as they rounded the corner to the awaiting Mirio.

Unfortunately for him, it worked. It was tough navigating through a dark alleyway at night with a mask that limited his sight.

He curses under his breath; he was so close, too.

"Whoa, you okay there, bud?" he hears Mirio, following his mock-surprised grunt when they collide into him.

As they begin to stammer in a panic, he pulls down his hoodie and removes his mask, stashing it aside temporarily with his weapon and gloves before tugging his sleeves over his palms.

"Slow down, there. Can't understand a word you're saying--" Mirio tries to placate them as they panic, "Someone's following me, for fuck's sake, I--"

"Oh, hey, Tamaki." the blonde interrupts, absolutely beaming as he rounds the corner. "You chasing this person or something?~" he asks as that bastard whips around, heaving a sigh of relief as he plays ignorance. "Chase...? You know I'm not that type, Mirio." he fakes a worried smile behind his sleeve as Mirio all but guffaws. "Real panicky, this one, eh?" he exclaims, casually hanging an arm around their shoulder. "Hey, hey, you're shakin' up, how about I take ya home, bud?" he starts, "C'moooon, this way or that?" overwhelming them with his sunny personality, soon whisking them off the moment they point.

"Til next time, Tama!~" he waves farewell, the double edged meaning making him seethe.

This time he failed...but he has a backup plan. He'll murder that bastard's sister.

And by pure luck, he finds her going for a night time jog in the park.

He won't let her get away, no, no, not in such a wide-open space.

She'd make the perfect...what would it be called again?

The perfect opening scene.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bnha #suneater x reader #tamaki amajiki x reader #amajiki tamaki x reader #ghostface!tamaki x reader #yandere bnha #yandere amajiki tamaki #yandere tamaki amajiki #college!au

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november-rayne · 10 months

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Chapter Twenty-Five: Reunion

Summary: Sigyn's friends and family have begun arriving for the wedding. She catches up with her best friend and eagerly waits for Loki's return.

Loki finds it impossible to keep his thoughts (or his hands) to himself as he is reunited with his love.

Thor gets some surprising news from his father and decides to do something stupid to test Sif's feelings for him.

Word Count: 4500

Rating: Mature

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Tags: Drunk Loki, Cringe PDA, Warriors Three

Chapter Index

Sigyn laughed as she set her teacup in its saucer, “No, he did not!?”

“I swear it! Right in front of my parents! I was mortified. I still cannot look my father in the eye.” Kaarina, Sigyn’s childhood friend, nibbled daintily on a lemon cookie.

Sigyn placed her hand on her chest as the fit of giggles overtook her. “Jørgen hardly seems the type. I cannot picture it.”

“I was just as surprised as you are now. I thought I was marrying the bookish one. I had no idea how voracious he could be,” Kaarina laughed.

Sigyn eyed her curiously, “But you are still enjoying married life?”

“Oh, yes. I enjoy it well enough, I suppose. I like overseeing my household. Decorating the manor was quite fun. I love sharing a bed with Jørgen," she wagged her eyebrows at her. “I have started a garden. Although, I must admit that I do get quite bored often.”

“You could find work? You would make an exceptional event planner.”

“Perhaps.” Kaarina was thoughtful for a moment, “Then again, I did put a lot of effort into finding a rich husband so that I would not have to work."

“Oh, listen to you, acting like you did not know Jørgen was completely infatuated with you since we were kids.”

“You know I love him to pieces.” She gave Sigyn a sly smile as she raised her teacup to her lips, “But he is no prince, Your Highness.”

Sigyn raised her palm to her friend, “Oh no, do not do that.” She looked over her shoulder to where her mother was taking tea with the Queen and a group of women consisting of various family and friends and wives and daughters of important nobles. “My mother is already constantly on the verge of tears. She has been weeping incessantly this past week. I do not know if she can make it through the ceremony without wailing. She is happy for me and extremely proud of herself for marrying me off to a prince, but she is not looking forward to leaving me here. She is trying to keep up appearances, but I have heard her crying to Father through the bed chamber door.”

“Is that why she got so…“ Kaarina mimicked drinking “… at the party last night?”

“I suppose. She is also anxious for Father to return.” Sigyn fiddled with her bracelet. “I must admit, I feel the same way. I have been praying to the Norns for their safe arrival.”

Kaarina looked around the lush garden, “I keep pinching myself; I cannot believe I am attending a tea party in the Queen’s Garden. Soon I will be meeting the Crown Prince of Asgard.” She sighed and brushed her long blonde hair over one shoulder. “I cannot believe he is still single.”

“Well,” Sigyn ensured no one was eavesdropping, “he has a secret ‘special friend.’”

Kaarina huffed, “Figures.”

“You are a married woman.” Sigyn chastised her friend playfully.

Kaarina shrugged, “For Prince Thor, I would make an exception. I am sure Jørgen would not mind. I would tell him I was doing it for Asgard.”

“How devoted to the realm you are,” Sigyn laughed.

“For Asgard.” Kaarina raised her cup to Sigyn.

Sigyn laughed as she clinked teacups, “For Asgard.”

Sigyn glanced in Sif’s direction, “I should give you a bit of warning, however. Not that I think you would actually offer your body up to the Prince,”

Kaarina arched an eyebrow at Sigyn as if taking that statement as a dare.

“Said special friend is at this very tea party, so you might not want to voice your lust so loudly.”

Kaarina immediately began scanning the garden, “Oooh… intriguing! Which one is she? Please give me a hint. Does the Prince have a ‘type’? Blondes, brunettes, redheads?”

“Stop it.” Sigyn laughed, “It is a secret tryst. I am not even supposed to know about it.”

“Scandalous.”

“Indeed,” she replied as she snagged a cookie from the platter.

Fortunately for Sigyn, Kaarina had arrived the same day Loki departed. Catching up with her best friend had been a needed distraction from constantly thinking about her betrothed. They stayed up until dawn that first day talking and drinking wine.

The night before the tea party was Sigyn’s premarital ceremony. She had to dutifully sit through and keep a straight face as the married women in her family prepared her for what to expect on her wedding night, the importance of producing an heir, and how those two things were connected.

Sigyn had practiced looking doe-eyed and feigning bashfulness in the mirror to prepare herself. She dared not look at Kaarina for fear that she would erupt into fits of laughter. The whole ordeal was ridiculous and antiquated, in Sigyn’s opinion.

At one point, her aunt pulled her aside, wine heavy on her breath, and told her to keep a flask of strong spirits close to hand to make the act more bearable. The pity on Sigyn’s face was mistaken for fear, and soon, her aunt told everyone who would listen about what a frightened little deer her sister had raised, which only caused Lady Anderson to drink more.

Once that mortifying part of the ceremony was over, Loki’s mother and other female family members arrived, and the fertility rituals and blessings were performed. Sigyn did not mind this part so much. She got to wear a crown of flowers and be fed different foods and drinks infused with herbs said to enhance the viability of her womb.

One part of the ritual made her nervous: she was ordered to remove her ceremonial shift dress so that runes could be painted onto her abdomen as the priestess chanted over her. She had to move very strategically to not expose the mouth-sized bruise she had discovered on the inside of her thigh. Afterward, she silently thanked the Norns for giving her healthy thighs.

Sigyn held her breath as she watched the messenger bow and place a small parchment scroll into the Queen’s hand. She studied her face intently, looking for any sign of distress as she read the note. The Queen’s face was a perfect mask of neutrality as her eyes moved back and forth as she read.

“The hunting party has been spotted on the road! They are en route to the palace and should be here within the hour.” The gathered group of women clapped as exclamations of gratitude went up to the Norns.

Sigyn chewed on her bottom lip, wondering if that was all the message relayed. She knew that worrying would not change anything, her mother worried enough for the both of them, but she could not help but feel that something was wrong.

Kaarina patted her hand, “Not much longer now. Would you like to go freshen up before we head out to meet the group?”

Sigyn nodded silently and went to seek out the Queen, “Your Majesty,” she curtsied deeply, “Will you excuse me? I wish to change and freshen up before joining the welcoming party.” She swallowed a lump in her throat, unsure why she was getting so emotional.

Frigga placed her hand on her arm and gave it a little squeeze. “Of course,” she gave her a reassuring smile, “If anything terrible had happened, they would have sent someone to let us know immediately.”

“Yes. Of course. Thank you. I am just…” Sigyn let out a long slow breath, trying to keep from crying, “I just need to lay eyes on him.”

Frigga nodded, “Go on. I will keep your mother near me.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.” Sigyn curtsied again and returned to Kaarina, “Let us make haste.”

Sigyn dressed in her forest green high-neck halter dress, the one she was wearing when she met Loki for the first time. It left her arms, shoulders, and most of her back bare. Kaarina helped her pin her hair into a messy bun with tendrils of her dark curls strategically kept loose. Sigyn wanted as much skin as possible exposed. She chose a gold belt and jewelry to match Loki's armor.

She rubbed a sheer rose lip stain on her bottom lip as she watched Kaarina decide which dress to change into. “Thor favors the color red,” she grinned.

“I cannot be too obvious. Hmmm… blue to match his eyes, I think.” She pulled on a beautiful ocean blue dress with a fitted bodice and little cap sleeves. She adjusted her breasts to make her cleavage more prominent. Pinching her cheeks to bring some color to them, she said, “I am ready, Siggy. Let’s get ourselves some princes!” The ladies laughed as they left Sigyn’s room arm-in-arm.

oOXOo

The late afternoon sun was filtering through the surrounding trees, casting intricate patterns on the paddocks surrounding the rows of stables. Sigyn could not recall a time when she had been more anxious as she paced at the top of the stone stairs that led to the palace.

She kept her eyes on the gates at the other end, willing them to open, straining her ears to hear the telltale sounds of the caravan approaching. ‘Open, damn it!’ she thought, ‘What is taking so long?’

“Hey, Siggy…”

Her stomach was in knots, “I can’t right now, Rina. I just… can’t. I am sorry.”

She put her hands up in defense, “Okay. I will be over here if you need me.” She moved to one of the stone benches and took a seat.

The Queen and Lady Anderson came down the path, followed by the rest of the women waiting for their men to return, including Sif and her mother.

“Nothing yet, Your Majesty.” Sigyn curtsied. The skin on her wrist was red and irritated from her bad habit of fidgeting with her bracelet when nervous.

Frigga picked up her arm and inspected it. “Come now, child.” She patted her wrist gently, “There is no need to work yourself up into such a state. What has you so agitated?”

“It is hard to explain. But I have had this feeling in the pit of my stomach since yesterday. I thought I was just getting nervous about the premarital ceremony even though…” she stopped herself from finishing that sentence when she saw her mother’s face, “I just have this nagging feeling that something is amiss.” She pressed both of her hands to her chest. “It is hard to take a deep breath. I need to know that he is okay.”

Frigga took Sigyn’s chin in her hand and looked into her eyes, “Hmmm…”

Sigyn held her breath. The Queen’s gaze seemed to bore right through her. “We just need to be patient. It should not be much longer now.”

She gave her a silent nod and a brave smile as she went to her mother. The two immediately held hands and put their foreheads together, sending silent prayers to the Norns.

Twenty more minutes passed before the sound of the caravan approaching brought Sigyn out of her meditation. She turned and stood just behind the Queen as the gates slowly began to open.

The golden banners of the royal family came into view. The King, surrounded by his guards and riding his large eight-legged horse, Sleipnir, poured through the gate, bringing cheers from the waiting women.

“Where are the princes?” Sigyn searched intently as more men and horses entered the gates. “No. Something is not right.” It was then that she spotted Hogun, looking stoic as ever. Behind him came Volstagg, Thor, Loki, and Fandral. Each looked like they could topple from their steeds at any moment.

“No! No, no, no, no, no….” Sigyn shook her head as she noticed Loki’s arm in a stark white sling and the gingerly way four grooms helped him from his horse.

“Sigyn!” Astrid yelled after her daughter as she took off running down the stairs. She pushed her way into the paddock and past countless men, elbowing her way toward the prince. A guard caught her by her forearm before she could reach him.

“Take your hand off me! Let me pass!”

Odin turned toward the commotion. He nodded to the guard, “Let her through.”

She jerked her arm away and curtsied deeply in front of the King. “Apologies, Your Majesty.”

“Rise.” He eyed her warily, “You will ruin your pretty shoes out here.”

“To Hel with my shoes! Please, Your Majesty, I wish to see His Highness. I need to get to Loki.”

Odin studied her face briefly; he took her chin in his hand and looked into her eyes, “Interesting…”

“Your Majesty?”

Odin’s eye crinkled at the corner, and he gave her a half smile as he released her. “He is not as bad as he appears. Come. I will take you to him myself.” He offered her his arm. She reached for it timidly as he led her through the group. Everyone gave them a wide berth as they passed.

“Neat trick.” She mused as everyone made way for them.

“Much more dignified than throwing elbows, wouldn’t you say?”

Sigyn blushed with embarrassment, “I am sorry for that. I saw Loki from afar, and I panicked.”

“You have spirit, child. It is refreshing to see.”

Loki was leaning heavily on a fence post when he noticed his father and Sigyn approaching. He straightened up with a wince. Damn, she is beautiful. He took a deep breath and immediately regretted it.

“Thor?”

“Brother?” he was at his side instantly.

Without taking his eyes from Sigyn, still a fair distance away, he said, “Can you find me a priest who will perform the ceremony tonight? I cannot wait another minute to marry her.”

Thor followed his stare and laughed as he looked back at his brother. “You are in no state for anything other than a bath and a good night’s sleep.”

Loki moaned, “Just look at her. Norns…. Pinch me, Brother; I must be dreaming.”

Thor pinched him, none too gently, on his arm.

“Ow! It is just a figure of speech, you oaf,” he spit as he rubbed his bicep.

“Oh, I know," he grinned at him.

“What is she doing out here? And why is she with Father?”

“Your Highnesses.” Sigyn curtsied as she released the King’s arm. “Loki, you are hurt.”

“This? No, I am fine, my sweet. Come here.” He wrapped his good arm around her waist and pulled her close to his body. He pressed her close with his large hand splayed on her bare back. She ran her hands gently over his face and head and inspected for injuries.

“You are a vision. I missed you so much.” She had no time to respond before he planted a hungry kiss on her mouth. Her eyes widened quickly before she relaxed into his kiss, running her hands through his hair, and grabbing two fistfuls to pull him closer. She could taste ale on his tongue.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. Their royal audience forgotten; she arched her back to press her chest into him. He staggered backward, pulling her with him. He grunted at the impact of his back on the fence post.

The commotion of the arriving travelers was drowned out by the sound of her heartbeat in her ears.

Lost.

She felt lost in his kisses. No one else existed. Time and space were mere words with no meaning.

He existed.

He was solid and real, and she held him tightly. He was alive and breathing; she could feel his warmth on her skin. He was hers, and she was his. She kissed him like she might never get a chance to do it again. Running her hands down his chest, she wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed him.

“Ow! Darling, please…”

She was suddenly thrust back into reality: he was hurt. “How bad is it? What happened?” She started franticly tugging the side of his tunic, trying to raise it to see the damage.

“Easy.” Loki stilled her frenzied hands. “Easy, Sweetling.” He ran his thumb over her cheekbone. “I am fine.” He grinned at her. “You look downright edible right now.”

“And you look besotted.” She turned her attention to Thor, “Is he drunk?”

“Oh, we all are,” Thor said matter-of-factly, giving her a smile that made his eyes disappear.

“He needs a healer!”

“Dear girl,” she felt the King gently take her elbow and pull her back a step, creating a more appropriate space between the couple. “Trust that we have the matter well in hand. He was treated in the field, and the healer checked on him several times along our journey. We were just on our way to the soul forge to support his diagnosis that he would be back to normal in a week or so.”

“A week or so! We wed in two days!”

Sigyn’s father had made his way over at some point while she was preoccupied, “The ceremony will still proceed as scheduled, pumpkin.”

“It will take more than a couple of scratches to keep me from marrying you, kitten.” He stood upright and snatched her from his father, wrapping his arm around her again.

She tried futilely to wipe her rose-colored lipstick off his face, “I am happy it is not too serious. I was worried sick.”

Loki traced her nose with his own. “A few broken bones, a couple of scratches,” he shrugged his shoulder, “the beast tried to kill me, but I have been imbued with the Godly essence of the Æsir. I will be just fine. Your father most likely would not have survived these injuries.”

“Papa?”

“I am only standing here because Prince Loki saved my life.”

Sigyn sobbed as she looked between her father and her future husband. She threw her arms around Loki’s neck. “Thank you.”

“You are very welcome.” He ran his nose up the side of her neck and buried it in her hair. Despite the pain it caused him, he inhaled deeply. “By the Norns, Sigyn, you smell so good.”

“Oh, Loki… you just… smell.” She pulled away slightly and wrinkled her nose. Thor fell apart laughing.

Sigyn immediately regretted her words as Loki gave her an evil grin, “Perhaps you should give me a bath, Princess.”

“He is either really brave or really stupid,” Fandral whispered loudly to Thor. Lord Anderson crossed his thick arms over his chest and rolled his eyes.

“Oh, you silly prince.” Sigyn laughed nervously as she glanced around, “I am sure your mother is desperate to see you boys. Let us not keep her waiting any longer. Hmm?” She picked up Loki’s hand and rubbed his knuckles. “If you are sure you can walk?”

He kissed her temple, “I can walk, my sweet.” He kissed her knuckles, “You have yet to properly greet your father. You two go on ahead. I will meet you at the top of the stairs.” He placed her hand in her father’s. “I will be along momentarily.”

She nodded and curtsied then walked toward the palace with her father as he told her how Loki came to be injured.

“Are you all right, Son?” the King asked, one hand on Loki’s shoulder.

Loki clutched his side and shook his head, “No. She is just as breathtaking from the back. Norns,” he said as he watched her walk away.

“Right.” The King clapped his hands, “As much as I enjoyed these days away from the palace and spending time with you boys celebrating Loki’s last days of bachelorhood, I am ready for a hot bath and softer company. Let us get out of the mud and horse shit and go get ready for the feast.”

The men loudly agreed and started on their way to the palace and the women waiting ahead, out of the muck.

When he was sure they were out of earshot of the others, Odin looked over to Thor and asked, “Could there perhaps be a young woman waiting patiently for your arrival, son?”

Thor smiled thinly at his father, “If only I were as lucky as my brother. But alas, the Norns did not send me such a gift.”

“Your brother and Sigyn are a unique case. Not all love matches are destined in such a manner, and yet many a happy marriage exists.”

“I know, Father. I can be happy for him and jealous of him simultaneously, can I not?”

“Are you pining for Sigyn?” Odin looked at him, concerned. “Thor, her husband will inherit a very prestigious title. You cannot be King and Warden dually. I could not have given her to you.”

“No, no. Of course not. Please do not misunderstand me. Sigyn is… well, Sigyn is so… I mean, anyone would be a fool not to want to… Norns. I am digging myself a hole here, aren’t I?”

Odin chuckled.

“Sigyn is smart and fun. But that is not why I am jealous of Loki.” The ale in his system made him brave, and he spilled his soul.

“I want someone to look at me like she looks at him. Not just in the lusty way,” he clarified, “I have watched her at dinner, the way she looks at him while he tells her about a trade deadline or when he is getting all worked up about finding more coin in a budget,” he shook his head.

“Sometimes they just sit there and watch each other eat in silence, with these stupid grins on their faces, like it is the best thing in the universe just to be next to each other. I would trade everything for something like that.”

Odin stopped walking and turned to face his eldest son, “You are at an age when a young man’s thoughts turn to marriage and children. If you find yourself in a situation where you could be falling in love, I will ask that you come to me. If the girl is suitable, I would consider your choice.”

Thor stood in stunned silence for a moment. “I would not have to marry for political reasons? I could marry for love?”

Odin held up a finger, “Pending mine and your mother’s approval. The girl must be a good fit for a Queen and willing to produce heirs.”

“Yes, I understand.” Thor smiled broadly, “Thank you, Father.” He bowed deeply.

“You are welcome.” Odin smiled as he clapped him on the arm and led the way to the Queen.

oOXOo

“It is an honor to meet you, Your Highness.” Kaarina curtsied.

“Ah, the lovely Kaarina.” Loki kissed her hand, “Sigyn has told me so much about you.”

“Likewise.” She gave him a knowing smile.

“Kaarina is married to one of our childhood friends. Well, technically, my brothers’ childhood friend, but we all spent so much time together. He will be here for the ceremony.”

“I know our whole group will be arriving for the wedding. It will be so nice having the whole gang back together. Well, minus Gunnar and Geir, sadly.” She placed a hand on Sigyn’s arm.

Sigyn forced a smile, “They will be here in spirit. Oh, look. Prince Thor?” She waved Thor over to her. “Please allow me to introduce you to my best friend and Matron of Honor, Kaarina.” Kaarina curtsied.

“Lovely to meet you, Kaarina.” Thor kissed her hand, “Matron? You are far too young and beautiful to be a matron.”

“You flatter me, My Prince.” Kaarina placed her hand on Thor’s arm. Her milky white skin flushed a pretty shade of pink. Thor smiled widely as he took in the sight of her. He was immediately taken by her crystal blue eyes and her shiny blonde locks.

“Tell me, Sigyn, are all your friends so breathtaking?”

“Well, most of my friends are men, so…”

“Sigyn was just telling us how Kaarina here is married to one of their childhood friends.” Loki poked Thor in the ribs with his slung elbow.

“Is that so? Was this a gift from him?” Thor reached over and stroked the silver pendant on her chest just above her cleavage.

“As a matter of fact, it was, Your Highness.” Keeping her head tilted down, she looked up at him with wide eyes. “Do you like it?”

“It is almost as lovely as you are. Where is your husband? I should like to meet him and tell him what a lucky man he is.”

“He is… delayed.” Kaarina gave him a sweet smile, “He is delayed on business. He should arrive just in time for the wedding ceremony…in two days.”

Thor scoffed, “I cannot imagine what kind of business would be important enough to leave you alone for so long. You must join me on the dais at dinner tonight. I insist. We can trade embarrassing stories about the bride and groom.”

“I would be honored, Your Highness.” Kaarina curtsied.

“Now, if you ladies will excuse us, I must get my brother to the hospital wing.”

“Of course,” Sigyn curtsied.

“I will see you in the feasting hall tonight, kitten. I promise to be clean and smelling sweet.” Loki pressed a kiss to her temple.

She embraced him and whispered into his ear, “What has gotten into your brother?”

“Besides several skins of ale? I am unsure.”

“Sif was staring daggers at us the whole time.”

“Ah, I will find out and report back at dinner. I love you. See you tonight.”

“I love you too. Oh, and Loki? I am truly sorry I cannot give you that bath.” She gave his butt a little pat and sent him on his way.

“What in the Nine was that all about?” Loki asked as he caught up to Thor.

“Just taking a page from your book, Brother.” He smiled and nodded to Sif as he passed her where she was standing with her mother and her returning father. A look of pure fury on her face. “If she wishes to keep me as her dirty little secret, I may as well have some fun with it. You know I would never bed another man’s wife. I am just conducting a little experiment.”

Loki laughed and put his hand on Thor’s shoulder. “Making the Lady Sif jealous? Brother! I did not know you had it in you.”

“I was imitating you. All I had to do was remember how you charm the pants off everyone you meet.” He gave him a sidelong glance, “Literally.”

“Those days are behind me now, Brother.” Loki looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was listening. “But while we are on the subject, let me tell you how I escaped from a dungeon on Niflheim after a dare gone wrong.”

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wolpertinger-prince · 11 months

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CBFD AU fic - Of Weasels and Panthers

Well, here's this. It's very self-indulgent, far removed from the game itself, and takes itself way too seriously. Also serves as an excuse to play with a few OCs and explore character perspectives. Think of it as one of those Disney YA novels that asks "what if" questions on the cover, this one asking "what if the Panther King had an heir?" ...except I have no idea how Conker himself fits into all of this.

I love the characters that are involved with the Panther King the most of the whole cast of this game, so this involves them all in the limelight. Enjoy! Or don't.

Mia and Vivian

Her blood-curdling screams as she died would be heard in the maids' sleep for years to come, possibly forever.

She was too young, the taller and slimmer of the two maids thought as she and her companion stepped inside the throne room. Too young to perish, especially in such horrific circumstances. Mia looked back at her shorter and more plump companion, Vivian, who cradled the large, swaddled newborn - which looked more panther than weasel - in her arms with utmost care. Vivian nodded, urging the other to continue before their hulking king who paced in front of his throne.

The story was that the wretched mafia don gave his unwilling daughter away to the Panther King to be his bride. Why the king had a sudden interest in having a bride and an heir was beyond any of the castle staff. Perhaps he finally caught wind of his professor's desire to take the crown back. Or perhaps the king was capable of feeling anything other than a desire for his milk after all. Regardless, there the poor young girl was, forced to be by his side and bear his young. That is, until today when the birth of such young cut her life tragically short.

"So… you let her die?"

The way the Panther King's amber eyes fell on the two weasels as he emphasized that last word made Mia dip her head down. She opened her mouth to speak, but any words she thought she could muster stayed trapped in her throat.

"I asked you a question," the king growled impatiently.

"We… We tried, Sire," Mia finally mustered. "But there was nothing we could do. She bled to death and tore terribly."

Aside from themselves and the Panther King, the room was also occupied by two much younger guards that stood at either side of the throne, each holding a spear with a flag depicting the kingdom's emblem attached. They both watched the interaction with increasing unease.

"Excuses," the king rumbled.

"We told yeh she needed a hospital," came the most barely audible mutter out of Vivian.

The Panther King turned his unwavering gaze toward the more stout of the two maids. One of the younger guards - the one that bore a striking resemblance to Vivian - looked at her and started to wave his free hand in front of his face and shake his head with wide, terrified eyes. No. Stop. Don't. Vivian ignored him.

"Ah said," Vivian began more clearly, staring right back into the king's eyes. "We told yeh she needed a bluidy hospital."

The short guard shrunk back and covered his face. The taller one gritted his teeth. Mia gazed back and forth from the Panther King to Vivian and back to the Panther King again. As anticipated, the king let out a loud, ferocious roar, scaring the infant. As the cub in Vivian's arms started to wail, the Panther King loomed over her.

"You don't tell me what to do," he snarled.

"Well, yeh should know very well that your queen would still be alive if y'had listened t'us in th' first place," Vivian barked back.

"That's it," the Panther King growled as he stepped closer.

Vivian handed the crying infant to Mia.

The Panther King

The fat broad was lucky his heir needed someone to look after him. That was supposed to be the queen's job. That disloyal wench. It was true that the slender maid came to the throne room in the middle of the queen's labors and requested they bring her to a hospital. The king decided to let her suffer. It was punishment for being such a distant and stubborn wife, withholding her affection since they'd been wed.

He didn't think she'd die.

The Panther King growled as he set away the duct tape and sat himself on his throne. The foolish girl probably died out of spite. A little revenge for this whole arrangement. Another way to distance herself from him. Fine. Let her have her way. The king already got his heir.

So, he let the fat maid live with half a face full of fur and ordered her to raise his son. Rather than death, that would be her punishment for talking back to him. Fitting, since she wanted to act like an authority on these things. The thin maid could help. The both of them did let the queen die on their watch, after all.

There was one more detail the two shared about the birth of his hybrid son. Before she died, his wife apparently gave him a name: Orpheus. A strange name, sounded somewhat familiar. Maybe from one of those plays she liked. At least some of her work as a mother was done.

Bill and Bob

The funeral was held the very next day. The short-lived queen's father didn't even show. The Panther King stayed just long enough to watch her be lowered into the ground. As she was buried, each of the castle staff closed their eyes to give a silent prayer for her. May she find peace. May she be happy wherever she is now. May her afterlife show her the kindness she wasn't shown in life.

Bill and Bob's families stayed close together, tight-knit friends as they were. Bob's mother, large patches of fur now missing from her face, kept the little prince close to her chest. If he fussed, Bob would coo at him and tickle him. He liked kids and was good with them; he didn't mind the gross parts of caring for them and had a soft spot for their innate cuteness.

The fact that the cub looked a lot like their abusive master didn't seem to put Bob off the way it put off Bill. No matter how hard the tall weasel tried, he just couldn't look at the little (well, little for a panther, anyway) thing without picturing it snarling at him for more milk. Yes, he knew the child wasn't an "it", but… well… The babe was still very much a creature to Bill yet. It was difficult to get used to the cub's presence among them.

"May she be happy wherever she is now," Bill's father, Will, uttered softly. Mia repeated the sentiment.

Wherever she was now? She was in the ground! That was it for her, wasn't it? How could she be happy if she was dead? The poor girl… And she was about as young as he and Bob were, too. She was very kind from what little she interacted with them outside of being at their master's side; she even bothered to remember their names and greeted them warmly.

"Mate," Bob uttered as he elbowed Bill.

The slimmer weasel was taken out of his daze and looked to the stout weasel, who pointed up towards one of the higher towers of the castle. There, Bill would just barely make out the Professor lurking out the window.

Orpheus

When Orpheus was five years old, he asked his father if he had a mother. The Panther King laughed and stroked the top of the cub's head roughly.

"She's dead," the king answered.

Something about the curt way his father replied to him made Orpheus not want to question him further.

Later, when he was with his beloved nannies, Vivian and Mia, he figured one of them could fill in the gaps his father's answer left him with.

"Father says my mum's dead," he stated bluntly in his childish way. "What's dead?"

The two weasels looked at each other, shock and heartbreak evident in both their faces. Right away, Orpheus could tell something was wrong. Maybe he said something bad? But no; this was a "bad" he hadn't seen before. A new "bad". The women were at a loss for words.

"Well, love, when someone dies, it's… well," Mia tried.

"It's when they're gone, dear. From this life," Vivian cut in. "They… Well, they leave this planet, so to speak, and-"

"Like space?" Orpheus interrupted.

"No, it's… it's a bit different from that," Mia continued. "They don't go to outer space, or anywhere, really."

Orpheus didn't quite understand. How could someone not go anywhere? His mother had to be somewhere.

"Is she ever coming back?" he asked.

He was met a saddened sigh from Vivian.

"Oh, Orpheus…"

It took a long time for the cub to process the fact that he'd never meet his mother. It was unfair; he had one. He had one once, and she was just gone. As he got older, he wondered if it would've been easier if he had never asked, if he was left to assume he just never had a mother at all.

Things weren't all bad. He had Bill and Bob to play with, and he grew up loved by them and their families. The other castle staff were kind to him, too. It was only his own father that brought him such emotions as loneliness, fear, sorrow, and, later on, anger. It wasn't as though the king wasn't present in Orpheus's life, but he was distant, cold, and intimidating. He didn't play with Orpheus and only taught the child how to bark orders at the servants.

Orpheus didn't like the way his father treated the castle staff; why would anyone be so mean to people that were so nice? The weasels hardly did anything wrong except maybe spill some milk and occasionally say things that were true anyway. At times the cub tried to stand up for his friends, only to get snarled at himself, or worse: a swift backhand that sent the cub flying. One or two instances of his father's intimidation methods was enough to scare Orpheus into silence.

Years passed. Orpheus slowly started to realize he was growing as big and strong as his father and his fear started to melt away. The anger lingered. It was a longing for justice kind of anger, one that couldn't be satiated until justice was served. Justice for the weasels, for himself, and, most of all, for his mother.

It'd been twenty years since the day his father refused to help his dying mother. Orpheus wasn't scared anymore. However, as much as he wanted to just up and slaughter that brute, his newest confidant urged him to wait.

The Professor

Twenty years passed since his captor married that mafia don's daughter fresh out of college. The sick fuck. Because of that, not only did the Professor have to find a way to discreetly get rid of the Panther King, but he had to deal with his brat as well. That brat was now as big as his father, and seemed to be quite a bit sharper, too. The Professor would have to establish himself as an ally, gain his trust.

"So, you're saying you finally found a way to… do it?" asked Orpheus during his latest visit.

"Ja, with zhis," the Professor stated, ushering the panther-weasel hybrid over to his workbench. "Your father's reign ends."

Orpheus followed the disabled weasel in his floating chair, greeted by two full goblets on a tray, one gold and one silver.

"It's milk," the younger remarked. "You're killing my father with poison?"

"Ah, very clever, Your Highness! Yes, zhat is poison. Ze easiest way to get close to His Majesty is through his stomach."

"I see… He does love his milk," Orpheus noted. "Why are there two goblets?"

"Simple! Ze gold vone is for your father and ze silver vone is for you," the Professor explained. "You vill share a sort of… erm… father-son moment. A little bonding over milk, yes? Vill look less suspicious. He is used to receiving his milk from vone of his servants."

"Oh, I get it," Orpheus replied with a naive, almost childlike nod as he took the tray. "Professor, you're a genius! Thank you, really, for all your help."

"Ah, it is nothzing," the Professor said with a light chuckle and a wave of his organic hand. "Ve must work together under ze tyrant, ja?"

"When this is all over and I'm king, I shall grant you prosthetic legs and free you from servitude! That way, you won't have to live in humiliation anymore and you'll be free to work on whatever projects you want."

"Ach, you are too kind, Your Highness. Go, go now!" The Professor ushered Orpheus towards the exit of the small laboratory. "Make me proud, and take zhis kingdom back for all of us weasels, ja?"

"I will, Professor."

With that, Orpheus was out the door and on his way to end the Panther King's reign of terror. Of course, he knew nothing of the Weasel King, or of the Weasel King's inevitable return to the throne.

And it wasn't exactly poison in that goblet…

#my writing #writing #fanfic #au #conker's bad fur day #idk if i really should be putting this in the main cbfd tag but yanno what whatever read it or dont #yall are either going to love this or hate it

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noxiatoxia · 2 years

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The host club goes to a laundromat.

(”Ugh, I have to go to the laundromat today,” says Haruhi.

“What’s that? I’ve never heard of it,” Kaoru says.

"Me neither. Laaun-droo-mat," Hikaru enunciates poorly.

"You guys are fucking with me," Haruhi says, deadpan.

“I’ve heard of the concept before,” Kyoya replies.

“You’ve heard of the concept?” Haruhi is now faced with the inevitable prospect of the entire club following her to the laundromat.)

They get to the laundromat (”Wow! There’s 20 washing machines and only 3 of them work!” Hikaru says. "This place is a dump," Kaoru agrees. "Don't say that!! You'll break Haruhi's heart!!" Tamaki not-so whispers) and Haruhi puts her laundry in. Everyone else goofs off but Kyoya watches her, asking her mind-numbing questions about how the process works.

“You guys,” Haruhi says, annoyed. “You’ve done laundry before, haven’t you?”

Everyone looks at each other. They shake their heads.

Fuckin’ rich people.

And once her laundry is in, set to wait 28 minutes, she sits down and pulls out her book.

“Wait,” Hikaru says, “it takes 28 minutes? What do we do for 28 minutes?”

“You wait.”

2 minutes later, Hikaru and Kaoru are daring each other to see who can fit themselves into a drying machine first. They give up and instead try to trick Hani into getting into one, finally shutting him in there, before Mori puts a hand on both of their shoulders and with a stern look, scares them both into letting Hani out.

4 minutes after that, Hikaru wails, “I’m so bored!! There’s nothing to do!!” <- ADHD brain. Haruhi gives him a Look. Kaoru suggests if they kick one of the many dead arcade cabinets in this room, maybe it'll come back to life. They do this for 5 minutes.

Meanwhile, Tamaki announces, "I found a computer room!" To which Haruhi looks very confused before she sees the room Tamaki is pointing to.

"Tamaki-senpai," she says quickly. "That's the security room. Employees only."

"So... I can't play solitaire on it?" He looks very sad.

"No."

"But solitaire is already booted up!"

("Where are the workers, anyways?" Hani asks. "Usually not here. It's self-operated, anyways," Haruhi replies. "So we can just... steal things?" Hikaru asks. "If you wish to go to jail for illegally acquiring a broken washing machine, I suppose," Kyoya tells him. Hikaru frowns. "But who's gonna see me do it??")

"If there's no employees," Hani asks, "why is there a counter?"

Haruhi pauses. "Good question."

A total of 10 minutes in, and Hani is scouring behind the empty front counter. "There's a bunch of spiderwebs back here!" he gleefully announces. "Oh! I found the spider!"

He takes the spider into his palm happily, trying to show it to everyone. Hikaru and Kaoru scream, "Get that thing away from us!"

"You don't want to see Mr. Spider?" Hani asks with a cute little pouty face as he chases them around with it. It seems like he innocently just wants to show off the spider, but deep down he knows exactly what he's doing and is getting back at them for locking him in a dryer.

Haruhi can only take ten seconds of the screaming and stomping around before she pulls Kyoya aside with a stern, "Reign them in before I brain them in."

Kyoya sighs. "Hani-senpai. Put the spider away. No, put it-- not towards me." <- he is also afraid of spiders.

Once Hani puts the spider away the twins are behind the counter trying to find anything entertaining. They find a screwdriver. It's wet for some reason? ("Ewww!" Kaoru says and throws it on the ground.)

(Tamaki is laying on the carpet. "Tamaki, get off the floor, it's filthy," Kyoya chastises.)

Once the washing machine gets to the Angry part Tamaki, Hani, and the twins hide behind the counter, thinking it's going to explode. Mori is in his battle stance.

"Is it SUPPOSED to do that?" Kyoya yells over the noise.

"Yes, don't worry," Haruhi says less-than-amused.

Once it's finally finished, Hikaru throws his hands in the air in celebration. "We can go home now!" he announces.

"Not yet," Haruhi tells him. "I have to put them in the dryer now."

"THE THING DOESN'T EVEN DRY THE CLOTHES?"

By the time Haruhi manages to go home, she only got to read 1 page of her book that she brought.

#ouran high school host club #ohshc #;shortstory #;noxiatalksia

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stankycowboy · 1 year

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THE BLACKEST HOUR

It was sick returning to this same stretch of empty road; condemned by even those that built it. But the marks it bore, ones he could still see like fresh scars, belied the true significance of this place. Nothing was harder in this world for him to look at than this tarmac, the memories conjured between this asphalt, and out to the dusty expanse, tore him through to his core— shredding what little remained to be rent asunder.

It was here they were buried—scattered, like so much ash in the wind.

But those were poetic thoughts, idealisms he did not feel. What he felt was a sickness that gnawed in his insides; never resting. A pain that woke with him and slept curled in the cavity it dug for itself—an ever widening gyre. As much agony as it caused, he also fed it greedily; because the torture kept his rage alive, and it was a hellfire that roared with a fury that could only be quenched by a tribute of vehement vengeance. Every minute spent living was for that moment, a beautiful dream he often sank into-- awake or asleep-- drawing out each luxuriant moment of evisceration, every throat tearing scream of suffering, the most filling supper for the beast starved of retribution.

For a time, all that he could do was beg to be taken too, driven near to madness having not only those he’d lived decades and more beside, but his own creator ripped mercilessly from him. The empty abyss had swallowed him and he had seen no way to climb out.

Starved to the brink, his salvation had come at the unluckiness of another; a homeless man who Severen had mistaken for Jesse in his heightened delirium. The man, too confused to stop the strange, lumbering revenant from holding him fast, allowed Severen to grieve; listening to his wails with both fear and patience. It wasn’t until the unnatural creature could smell the pounding, terrified blood that he realized his error, and hunger rather than embarrassment drove him to feast.

You really thought that was me?

He had heard the condescending echo in his mind.

“I guess” Severen muttered to himself, unabashed of speaking to what was most likely a figment of his damaged imagination.

I guess Diamondback said I needed a new coat.

“What’s wrong with an’ old coat?” Severen chuckled to himself looking at the poor attempt he had made to salvage the remains of his trophy strewn leather tapestry— the coat that held his every memory. The smile that had tried to take roost was replaced once more with a look of abject misery.

“I wish’d been me instead Jess” he moaned, a far way from tears, but sorrowful still.

I don’t.

It was simple, yet did more to pull Severen out of his malaise than any flowery speech could. He wanted to question the statement, rebut it, relate all the things Jesse had to live for that Severen did not; but to what avail?

Were he speaking to himself it would not change what he already knew, if he was somehow speaking to Jesse it would be impossible to change his mind— of that he was very sure. Before Jesse, Severen had been kept at arm’s reach by most. He was headstrong, volatile, brutal at times, and none felt brave enough to challenge him, so he pushed to get his way— violent even with words. Jesse had known exactly how to speak to him. Was cool and rational where others tried to muscle up with him, forthright and earnest where others sought to lie in hopes of appeasing. It was not just immortality that had been gifted to the Reaper, but an eternal friendship that had seen both of them through turmoil others may never know in their lifetimes.

And beyond their own kinship had been the other members of their posse. The ferocious mother, the tormented elder; uniting disparate parts that ought not to have fit as well as they did. A haphazard coalition that fought tooth and nail for one another without question.

Would he ever know that bond again?

There was no reply, internal, nor external.

Severen had hung his head and solemnly waited for daylight, only to scramble to the shadows at the last minute— on instinct more than desire for salvation.

That would be the last time. Afterward he fed, and never— or rarely— chased the Dawn. He did, however, begin the pilgrimage to this place of ruin.

It was difficult the first time, he barely made it down the road, let alone look for signs of their previous encounter there. The second was much the same. The third he no longer feared the scars. The fourth he traced them. He could no longer say how many times he had now stood at this spot, followed this track one way or another. There was no ritual set in place.

He would come, he would wander, he would return.

In the early times he may secretly have been searching for a sign, a trace of them, alive and waiting for him; but that fanciful notion had long been ablated. Now he used these painful strolls to seethe in his torment and feed the beast that hungered for revenge.

It would be a judgement like no other.

The pure brutality would last as long as he could stretch, and he’d had plenty of time to perfect his methods; and imagine how to fill the hours. Any previous threat to that putrid brat’s life would pale in comparison to what he’d devised. Beyond savagery, it would be nightmarish, and he would savor every drop. It may not bring back those he had lost, his own chosen kin, but it sure would help him sleep the days away easier.

Severen looked down at the pale brown dust coating his boots— silent now without his spurs— and knew it was time to once more be on his way. Facing the trail alone was not something he wanted, but had to do, and not a one of those unquiet souls would have him linger for the sun in this place of atrocity. He cut across the road and into the fallow field, scouring a well known path through the dry weeds to the rusty storage shed he had spent one too many nights in— at least more than he had expected. With the day he could possibly find rest, and perhaps separate himself from this hell once more.

“Hey mister!”

A voice called out from behind him, near the road. Casually Severen angled his head by his shoulder, indicating to the stranger he was listening.

“Does this road cut back to the highway? Ain’t no signs up around here!”

Severen leaned back, shoving his hands into his pockets, a hidden smile splitting his face.

“Sure ain’t, but gimme a lift an’ I can get you where you’re goin’”.

There was a pause, he waited.

“Well, alright, but I ain’t takin’ detours”.

“Don’t worry about that, I’m sure we’re goin’ the same place”.

Severen smoothly rotated on the heel of his boot, heading back to the road, hiding his terrible grin in the dark.

“What’choo doin’ out here so early anyway? Don’t look much like a farmhand.” The man asked as his new passenger climbed inside the cab.

“Just goin’ for a walk, enjoyin’ the night”, he glanced back into the covered back of the truck, “an you?”

The man cagily looked away, shifting into drive, “Enjoyin’ the night”.

Severen chuckled pointing toward the right with his thumb.

“Go on down that road there it’ll cut you straight over to the highway”.

“You sure?”

“Mister, I been down this way hun’red times at least. I know my way around”.

The stranger doesn’t question the wanderer, watching as he props his boots up on the dashboard, dirt drifting off to create an outline around them. No words are shared as they make their way, just at the edge of the horizon the sky is lightening. Up ahead Severen can see his hideaway.

“You wouldn’t be fuckin’ with me, would you?”

The driver’s teeth are gritted in frustration, the vampire can hear it, he savors the ire, delicious in its futility.

“Me, sir?”, he put on his best attempt at mock offense, “I’m jus’ tryin’a help you out!” He laid it on thick, sitting up and leaning over to catch the guy’s eye, one hand braced against his heart as if pierced.

“In fact, let me just get you where you’re goin’”.

“That’s what I fuckin’ asked you in the first place!”

The man fully turned toward Severen who leapt at him, mouth clenching around the man’s nose. It tore off into his mouth in a single bite. A startled, blood choked gasp was the only response the driver could muster, hands flailing to his face.

“Got yer nose”, Severen darkly chuckled, crushing the mass of cartilage and flesh between his teeth before spitting it to the floorboards. The truck began to veer off the paved road into gravel, offhandedly Severen steered them back center, gleaming, predatory eyes never leaving his prey.

“What else you got for me?”

His victim couldn’t even attempt to fend off the beast, head cracking against the glass of the window and causing it to burst into a fractal pattern. Dazed, bleeding, he blearily tried to make sense of his surroundings, but it was all fading, all due to the guzzling creature at his throat. Severen fed deeply, with gusto, the jagged tear he had made spilling the man’s life freely into his waiting mouth. It wasn’t until he felt the truck tipping that he thought to have a care that he was still within a moving vehicle— as he couldn’t do much to affect their current trajectory, Severen decided to enjoy the ride.

A carefree, exuberant yell looses from the eternal cowboy as the world spins around them. When it finally settles in the ditch, a heap of bent metal and shattered glass, all that is left within is a mangled configuration of limbs over what could roughly be defined as a human torso.

Just in time before the dawning, Severen shutters the shed, throwing the lock and backing into the deep, dark depths. The feed didn’t exactly clear his mind— thoughts still riddled with merciless emptiness— but he does feel better for it.

Does you good.

The Savage One allows himself a softer grin, one he had shared under the stars what seems ages ago. A doleful chuckle, a toss of his dark tresses, and Severen leans back against the wall, the beginnings of daytime catatonia taking over. Maybe in these dreams they will be here with him, maybe they’ll be just here at his side where he can watch them, protect them, just as he’s meant to.

The thought lightens something in his chest and he drifts away, hidden from a world that terrorizes its own in daylight.

#near dark #severen van sickle #one shot

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savagecowboy · 3 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑

It was here they were buried—scattered, like so much ash in the wind.

You really thought that was me?

He had heard the condescending echo in his mind.

“I guess” Severen muttered to himself, unabashed of speaking to what was most likely a figment of his damaged imagination.

I guess Diamondback said I needed a new coat.

“I wish’d been me instead Jess” he moaned, a far way from tears, but sorrowful still.

I don’t.

Would he ever know that bond again?

There was no reply, internal, nor external.

Severen had hung his head and solemnly waited for daylight, only to scramble to the shadows at the last minute— on instinct more than desire for salvation.

That would be the last time. Afterward he fed, and never— or rarely— chased the Dawn. He did, however, begin the pilgrimage to this place of ruin.

He would come, he would wander, he would return.

It would be a judgement like no other.

“Hey mister!”

A voice called out from behind him, near the road. Casually Severen angled his head by his shoulder, indicating to the stranger he was listening.

“Does this road cut back to the highway? Ain’t no signs up around here!”

Severen leaned back, shoving his hands into his pockets, a hidden smile splitting his face.

“Sure ain’t, but gimme a lift an’ I can get you where you’re goin’”.

There was a pause, he waited.

“Well, alright, but I ain’t takin’ detours”.

“Don’t worry about that, I’m sure we’re goin’ the same place”.

Severen smoothly rotated on the heel of his boot, heading back to the road, hiding his terrible grin in the dark.

“What’choo doin’ out here so early anyway? Don’t look much like a farmhand.” The man asked as his new passenger climbed inside the cab.

“Just goin’ for a walk, enjoyin’ the night”, he glanced back into the covered back of the truck, “an you?”

The man cagily looked away, shifting into drive, “Enjoyin’ the night”.

Severen chuckled pointing toward the right with his thumb.

“Go on down that road there it’ll cut you straight over to the highway”.

“You sure?”

“Mister, I been down this way hun’red times at least. I know my way around”.

“You wouldn’t be fuckin’ with me, would you?”

The driver’s teeth are gritted in frustration, the vampire can hear it, he savors the ire, delicious in its futility.

“In fact, let me just get you where you’re goin’”.

“That’s what I fuckin’ asked you in the first place!”

“What else you got for me?”

Does you good.

The thought lightens something in his chest and he drifts away, hidden from a world that terrorizes its own in daylight.

#near dark #near dark fanfic #severen van sickle #✘ ONE SHOT.

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angelic-dew · 2 years

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𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮! ℒ𝒶𝓊𝓰𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓰 𝒥𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℰ𝓎ℯ𝓁ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝒥𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓷 𝓲𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓵 ! 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰.

I just wanna establish that I do NOT support this type of behavior if you are experiencing this type of conduct from a loved one call the police services right away.

I actually really loved writing this!

Genders: All ^^

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Eyeless Jack

He found out when you were stabbed by Jeff because he thought you were an intruder and also because he just wants to stab a bitch.

Of course, E.J. was fucking pissed and Jeff actually made it out alive...surprisingly, mostly because slenderman had to stop all this pandemonium from unfolding.

For once you saw EJ cry.

But once you managed to get up normally even though you just got stabbed by one of the most wanted serial killers. "Motherfucker! That hurt!" You yelled loudly.

Well, this manz was every single word under the sun you can use to describe happy and surprised.

He is happy mostly because he can always have and to NEVER EVER WORRY ABOUT YOU DYING.

So naturally, he becomes more affectionate towards you.

But despite that considering that you're immoral now, your punishments are even worse no average human could ever survive this. But you are not a normal human, aren't you?

So he abuses that you're immoral to test out very horrific "experiments" on you to put a long story short.

So you're just a toy from now on until he gets bored.

Laughing jack

You tried one of your famous escape attempts once again, his patience was already running thin. So out of a fit of rage, he slashed your face with his sharp claws and causes you to bleed immensely, while you screaming and wailing in agony though, He felt no regrets for his actions.

But, until you sat up and touched your face you realized what just happened you screamed in pain once again, and when he looked back well-

L.J. was enraged that you weren't dead, unlike E.J.

You just caused SO much trouble and Jack was just mad that he had to put up with you once again, but that means you can be his "special toy" for all eternity considering Jack is imaginary and all.

Jack used you as his toy and threatened you by taking your soul if you don't do as he says; for his own pleasures

You were just stuck in this little pocket dimension forever until that sadistic clown has gotten bored of you, that's just the way it is, my condolences darling.

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-Yuri

MASTERLIST.

#creepy #creepypasta #headcanon #jeff the killer #yande.re #yandere #yancore #yandere creepypasta #creepypasta incorrect quotes #yandere eyeless jack #eyeless jack #yandere ej #yandere laughing jack #laughing jack #yangire creepypasta

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asmo-ds · 3 years

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Hello again! I know that you aren't taking requests at the moment, and might be awhile until then but I want to ask you this. Can you one where MC turns into a child, but can only remember things from that age. For example, turning 5 you only have your 5 year old memories. And the things they remember are bad since they had a abusive past? So they would be scared of the brothers and flinch to small things because if this. Thanks!

w/ scared child!MC

TW: Mentions of Past Abuse

- As if his blood pressure wasn’t high enough already

- He gets a call from MC’s teacher in their Curses 101 class and is informed that MC made a mistake and is with Diavolo in his office

- He storms to Diavolo’s office with the intent to rip MC a new one, but is surprised when he yells their name as he slams the door open and is met with a crying toddler cowering in the corner

- He picks up the child recognizing it as MC and tries to soothe them, and succeeds much to everyone’s surprise

- The paternal instincts he had with Satan come back and he is ready to keep MC safe until the curse has run it’s course

- He brings them back to the House of Lamentation, wrapping them under his coat against his chest to hide them from his brothers who were sure to cause some sort of mischief

- He texts his brothers to inform them that MC has agreed to stay in the castle tonight to hang out with Diavolo to prevent them from looking for them

- He gives MC some blank paper and sets them on the ground away from his desk with some crayons

- He focuses on paper work as MC starts to get more comfortable with him and starts babbling to themselves about random things and coloring

- When he sees one of his paperwork stacks fall he gets annoyed and stands up to scold MC, but when he sees they’re crying and cowering away from him he leans down and starts picking up the papers quietly

- He reaches a hand out and MC flinches and starts to cry more as they apologize, but are shocked when he just gives them a pat on the head

- Eventually when MC gets sleepy he lets them sit on his lap while he does paperwork

- He goes into his demon form once they are fast asleep and wraps his wings protectively around them as he stares down at their baby cheeks as little snores come from them

- He wonders about their past and why they would act the way they do and he rests his chin on his head with both his wings and his arms around them as he falls asleep as well

- He falls asleep imagining having a kid with MC and how he would protect both of them from everything that comes their way

- He was the reason it happened

- He was bored and trying to get MC’s attention during potions class, and MC got annoyed when he refused to stop poking their cheek, so they swing at his hand that then knocked into the unfinished potion which tipped over, resulting in a tiny MC appearing before him

- All the demons around them looked hungry at the sight of an innocent human child, so Mammon immediately wrapped them up in his jacket (since they didn’t exactly fit in their own clothes anymore..) and sprints back home

- The second he steps in the door, MC swings their foot at his no no square and sprints away screaming and crying

- He sprints after them, capturing the squirming toddler with ease as he brings them to the kitchen and sets them on the counter

- He starts to dig through the fridge- usually if human children are fussy they want food right ?!

- He tries to feed MC, who sits there petrified by the food they present

- So he goes to Leviathan, the only person who would have human world food

- Levi yells at Mammon the second he comes into his room holding MC’s tiny hand

- When Leviathan stands up looking ready to fight, Mammon feels tiny hands clinging to his jeans, trembling with fear

- He remembers MC once mentioned their childhood not being too great as they had showed him a small scar from their past

- He goes into protection mode and transforms, wrapping MC up with his wings to shelter them from the raging snake boy

- “Don’t ya worry, kiddo! You’ve got the GREAT Mammon here, and my wings will shield us from the raging nerd!” he entertains them

- After getting some candy from Levi, he brings MC, who seems to be warming up to him, to his room, where they find fascination in his prized possessions

- He panics when he sees them run to his car and climb in the driver’s seat

- He follows them and sits in the passenger’s seat, buckling up as they pretend to drive super fast and furious

- He plays along with them and for the rest of the night he does stuff like making them “fly” and playing pretend

- At one point he takes them for a real fly, which ends with Lucifer hanging him from the ceiling for endangering the exchange student and not informing him of the mishap

- He had been doing online classes when he heard noises from the kitchen

- He left class early, opting to investigate to see if some normie had broken into the dorms

- When he arrived and saw a small child in the kitchen rummaging through drawers and making a mess, he screeches

- MC falls over, crying and wailing begging him not to hurt them

- He was still unaware that it was MC- so he ran to MC’s room, knowing they had stayed home sick that day and dedicated their sick day to practicing curses

- No MC is found and he panics even more

- That’s when he realizes why the fear in the kid’s eyes looked so familiar, he had recognized those fearful eyes from the TSL quiz when he lost his temper

- He sprints back and sees MC had fled the kitchen, lucky for him they left a trail of the food they’d spilled on themselves

- He finds MC hiding under the sofa in the common room, covering their eyes and shaking

- He gently reaches out and flinches back as they scream at the feeling of his touch

- He gently lays next to the couch and looks at them, leaving them alone until hey calm down, not wanting to scare them more

- When they do calm down he asks if they know him, to which they respond no and that they had honestly thought he was their dad

- His heart breaks as he realizes what MC must’ve been through if they heard yelling and could barely look long enough to realize he wasn’t their dad before they felt they had to run and hide

- He makes a mental note to cast a curse on MC’s dad later

- Does NOT want them in his room because of his precious Ruri-chan figurines

- So he tells them to stay put and runs to grab some of his older action figures he didn’t really care for anymore

- Will also dress up with them using older cosplays that he also does not care much for

- Humiliated when his brothers see him and the child dressed up as anime girls, so he picks them up and runs

- When he is tutoring MC he hears them misspeak and before he knows it a small child stands before him, blinking up at him before screaming “stranger danger!” and sprinting away

- He chases them around his room, doing his best to guide them to avoid his cursed books, and eventually corners them

- When he catches them by the wrist they scream and look at him with terror in their eyes

- This is where he remembers a late night talk MC had with him about their childhood and he suddenly feels very guilty

- He sits on the ground and picks up the most child friendly book he can find and starts reading out loud

- MC slowly inches towards him until he extends out his arm, beckoning them to come sit with him

- MC runs to his lap and sits, hiding their face in his chest and clutching his shirt as if they’re afraid he’ll get mad

- He gently plays with their hair and reads to them for an hour or so until he hears soft snoring

- He tucks MC into his bed before getting up and trying to find a way to lift the curse

- While reading through a curse removal book he hears screaming from the other side of the room, so he runs out from behind his multiple book cases and sees Lucifer holding a screaming and crying MC with a look of anger and confusion

- Lucifer turns to question Satan but before words can leave his mouth Satan has flung him against the book case while removing MC from his hold and sheltering them from Lucifer

- He tells Lucifer to get out as he cradles the crying child holding onto him for dear life and is a little shocked- but very relieved -when Lucifer leaves and only says “fix this and then find me so we can talk.”

- Satan is very very protective over MC and is constantly holding their hand and stuff

- When he finds out the curse will lift itself after about 24 hours of it having been cast he is relieved

- He will play with MC and teach them stuff all night and locks his bedroom door so they won’t see anyone else and get scared again because he just wants them to feel safe

- After MC falls asleep and he tucks them in he watches their sleeping face with a soft smile and can’t help but wonder if he and MC would have kids as cute as MC in the future

- Asmodeus is NOT a fan of kids don’t @ me

- The avatar of lust was shocked when he walked into MC’s room and found a toddler on the floor that looked eerily similar

- At first he would think of MC as snotty and messy and gross kid that he didn’t want anywhere near him so he’d be scolding them and telling them to go away

- When he looks down at the tiny human after telling them to just leave him alone very harshly he is shocked to see the terror on their face as they step back slowly as if bracing for impact

- Confused he goes to pick them up so that he can talk to them easier

- They kick and scream at him looking horrified of whatever he was about to do next

- He panics and tries to soothe them by holding them close and petting their head slowly and gently

- Once they calm down he is able to think clearly and realizes it must’ve had something to do with their childhood as he knew they had once said it wasn’t a good one

- He decides to put his own joy aside for the day by allowing them to hangout with him no matter how snotty and gross children may be

- He plays dress up with them and will do karaoke with them

- Whenever one of his brothers does anything that frightens MC he will be picking MC up to bring them back to his room before he goes back out there to have a bit of a “talk” with his rowdy brothers.

- He eventually falls asleep with them on his chest sighing happily and overwhelmed by the happiness he felt at getting to see MC as a child

- The experience made him start to want kids, which he had never wanted before

- When MC turns into a small human child he has to leave the room for a minute so he won’t eat them since they’re so small and vulnerable

- When he comes back and finds the contents of the fridge have been thrown about the room by the child he is like WTFFFF

- He goes Demon form seeing all the food ruined and MC screams and cries running away toward the door

- When the door opens to reveal Levi (who screams at the sight of a tiny MC) MC gets even more scared at the fact they’re surrounded by strangers

- MC hides in a cabinet covering their ears and squeezing their eyes shut waiting for someone to come pull them out

- When Beel reaches in to pull them out gently MC flinches and lets out a loud sob

- “I’m sorry for making a mess I promise I’ll be good please don’t hurt me!” MC cries scooting further against the back wall of the cabinet

- He tries to coax MC out of the cabinet

- When he does he picks them up and hugs them softly

- Beel decides to play with MC and wear them out so they will eventually fall asleep

- He takes them outside and they play in the back yard for hours

- Eventually chasing after the toddler wears out Beel and he falls asleep on the couch in the living room

- MC sits on top of him and watches TV before screaming because Devildom TV is very scary to a human child

- He is very good at comforting them

- He was asleep when it happened

- He woke up to tiny hands pulling at his hair as he yelped out in pain

- He pushed whatever had attacked him off the bed and shoots up - making eye contact with the small human

- He had to be dreaming, theres no way the human actually managed to mess up a spell this badly

- Is reminded that he is in fact NOT dreaming when MC moves to pull at his hair again

- He curses and pushes them off again which makes them cry

- Annoyed with MC, he picks them up and puts them next to him in the bed, urging MC not to pull his hair again

- They do though because they are a child and don’t really understand the situation they’re in

- When he yells MC flinches and runs away crying for their mom to help them

- He suddenly remembers everything MC had told him about their childhood and he feels very very guilty

- feels even worse when they return being carried by a very pissed off Lucifer who is humiliated to have the child referring to him as “mommy”

- Belphie can’t help but laugh as Lucifer looks ready to strangle the child, so he takes MC and uses his powers to make them fall asleep quickly- hoping that they’ll sleep over whatever they had cursed themselves with

#obey me headcanons #obey me headcannon #om! headcanons #obey me headcannons #om! headcannon #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me luficer #obey me asmodeus #obey me fluff #obey me hc #obey me hcs #obey me fluff hc #obey me angst hc

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notaninterest · 3 years

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Carnal *2* (Hisoka x Reader)

[A/N]: sorry for not updating on this passing Thursday! I had a major life event occur so i had to break away for a week. here's chapter 2!

also i know it says [Y/N]'s POV, but it doesn't tread all the way back to the first few scenes. It's a continuation from where you left back last time :)

enjoy!

Warnings: graphic smut, heavy sexual themes, Hisoka becoming tired.

‘Well at least he’s handsome.’ You had thought to yourself when you first spotted him in the corner of the bar, almost completely hidden by the shadows. You had to avert your eyes quickly so he didn’t notice that you noticed him, focusing back on your pole work. You have to attract him to you somehow. But how?

You can feel his gaze on you and you swallow, deciding to switch up your routine. You clench both hands on the pole, keeping your arms straight. You make sure your ass is in full view before you start gyrating your hips to imitate the act of doggy style. You could feel your nervousness bringing your nen out so you quickly use Zetsu and switch to In to keep any traces of aura away. It was only for a split second. No one could’ve noticed it. You stand back up, hands still on the pole as you walk up to it, beginning to try to climb up it. The atmosphere was the same, rambunctious one it’s always been, but a clean sense of tension easily struck your body. You stumble a bit as you attempt to further climb up the pole. Damn! He noticed. You stuck out like a sore thumb to him. You could tell by the way his gaze bore into your face rather than your body. He wasn’t interested in what you had to offer, like the rest of the people here. He was instead interested in figuring you out. Fuck. You desperately try to focus on your dance, but as you’re sliding down the pole, your crotch rubs against it and you gasp. Touches like these were a stranger to you. You never had the time to form any sexual relationships, so you never experienced something like this before. You let up, feeling embarrassed but quickly continuing on with your dance. The music ends soon and you walk as calmly as possible back into the dressing room before beginning to panic. Your cover was blown and there was a limited amount of time you had before Hisoka approached you. You decided you were done with dances for the night and you would refuse any lap dance requests. Sex was a service you didn’t provide so you didn’t have to worry about that.

Until the boss that had hired you waltzed into the dressing room a few minutes later, connecting his slimy eyes with your clearly panicked ones. You came to him four months ago asking for a job after you had set your sights on hunting the magician after passing the Hunter exam. You had found out he frequents this specific joint once a year to “blow off some steam” according to your informant. You planned to catch him off guard while he went to the back rooms with one of the dancers and, hopefully, end his reign of fear amongst the people. The owner of the strip club allowed you in and you worked your way up to becoming one of the better dancers there, despite not having any previous dancing or sexual experience. You were impressed with yourself. Plus you made bank, so it wasn’t a bad profession.

Your boss walks up to you, pulling you aside. “The man you’re looking for has requested a room with you.” You flinch. “What? I thought I told you--” “Cut the shit. I already tried to explain to him that it’s a service you don’t provide, but he was rather...persuasive.” You could immediately tell by the way the man’s eyes shined that there was money involved. Must be a hefty amount too judging by the way he was talking to you. “Anyway, go please him. I’m not giving you a choice. It’s either that or you lose your job.” The boss says before turning around. You swallow your pride. You couldn’t afford to lose this job. You kind of enjoyed it. “For how long?” You ask. “The rest of the night.” The man replies before slinking off into his office. “What?! You expect me to stay holed up in this room for twelve hours?!” You angrily spit, but the boss was already long gone. Your hands clenched into fists. This bastard! He requested you for twelve hours?! You were going to give this asshole a piece of your mind.

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You squeak as your weak body is flipped onto your stomach. He intended to use the rest of the time on you?! You turn to look at him over your shoulder. “Wait just a damn minute! You’re crazy if you think for another second that I’ll- ah!” You expel a noise of surprise as Hisoka bites your left asscheek, a sultry look settling in those damned yellow eyes of his. He licks over the area to soothe it and you grit your teeth, looking at him with eyes full of anger. You flip back over to face him in all of his...naked glory. You blush at the sight before you. He’s certainly what those others call well-built. He’s bulky, but the perfect amount for his frame. The magician sits up on his knees, watching your dilemma. Your eyes trail down his body, following his ripped chest, the eight-pack that lays on his abdomen and then to his still hard cock, which makes your eyes bug out of your head. How did that thing fit inside of you?! Your face is a scarlet red as you stare at it, seeing it covered in your juices. “Do you like what you see, [Y/N]?~” Hisoka husks, smirking at your reaction. He knows he’s well-endowed, the cocky bastard. You clench your teeth, shooting a glare his way. “Listen here you son of a-” “Ah ah.” He silences you quickly, flipping you back onto your stomach. “While that little exchange was certainly entertaining, I’m not finished with you yet.” His voice grows more serious and you find yourself swallowing in nervousness. “Now, how long have you been here, scouting me out?” He asks, a claw trailing up your sensitive back. You can’t help but react, arching your back as the sharp finger rolls up your spine. “L-Like I’ll tell you anything more.” You huff, glaring at him over your shoulder. Hisoka stares back at you before smirking that trademark smug smirk, returning his hand back to his side. “Very well…” He seductively drawls, grabbing your ankle and dragging you towards him. You squeak at the sudden movement, feeling his heat behind you instantly. You let out yet another noise of surprise as your lower half is lifted into the air, stopping at a certain height. You look over your shoulder to see that your pussy is once again level with his mouth. You blush even more. “N-No. Not again.” You whimper, looking helplessly into his dominant yellow gaze. Hisoka chuckles. “Then tell me what I want to hear.” He deadpans, an unamused look on his face. You can’t reveal the statistics of your mission, so you lower your head in defeat. “I cannot tell you…” You whisper. “Then I will continue until you do.” He remarks lowly. You feel his talented tongue descend on your lower lips once again, and you can’t help the moan that spills from your mouth.

Damn. He’s really got the upper hand on you. There’s no escaping him as he has an iron grip on your hips. You cry out when he sucks on your sensitive clit, wiggling a little in his grasp. He chuckles, simply tightening his grip. You squirm fruitlessly, letting out obscene noises as he relentlessly snacks on your leaking pussy, leaving you no room to escape. You eventually hit your peak again and spill all over Hisoka’s mouth. He greedily laps up all you have to offer, moan slightly while doing so. After he’s finished, he drops you on your stomach, allowing you to recover from your orgasm. You flip into a sitting position, sighing and angling your head downwards a little. Hisoka suddenly shifts behind you, whispering, “Did you enjoy yourself?”

Your expression hardens into one of anger. “You...You asshole!” You snap, swinging your fist into his smug face, which materializes into a cloud of dust that dissipates as soon as your punch is thrown. “Oh [Y/N].~ Your continued attempts to hurt me only serve to turn me on further.” He purrs into your left ear. In your anger, you’ve failed to notice that he’s broken a sweat. You sneer, throwing back your left elbow in another attempt to hit him. You’re met again with thin air. All of a sudden, you’re picked up by your shoulders and thrown face first into the bed. Before you can even lift yourself back up, a powerful hand pushes you down by the shoulder blades, pushing your front down and leaving your backside up. One of your flushed cheeks presses into the mattress and you get a peripheral view of Hisoka admiring the position he’s put you in, his yellow eyes dark with desire. “This one is my favorite.~” He rasps, placing his cock at your entrance. Your eyes widen. You squirm a bit, trying to maneuver away from him but he holds you there by your scratched up hips, not letting you escape. “Anything you have to tell me before I start again, [Y/N]?~” He murmurs. He runs his dick up your wet slit. You mull over your options, finding that there’s only one you can make. With your silence as his answer, he slowly enters you again with a shaky breath. You open your mouth in a silent scream as he splits you open yet again. “O-Oh fuuuck.” You wail into the bed sheets as he fully seats himself in, clenching within your fists tightly. Hisoka chuckles and begins thrusting, the pace hard and punishing. His hips smack against your ass, the sound of skin smacking into skin filling up the gaps between your moans and his. He digs his claws into your hips, cutting deeply into them. You yelp in pain, but it’s soon overshadowed by the pleasure of him thrusting into you. You faintly notice the blood running down your legs, but you pay no mind to it. “Ah!” You scream in a higher octave as he hits into you rather harshly, brushing a rather sensitive spot within your pussy. Hisoka pauses, stopping all motion. “Oh?” He murmurs to himself. You can feel the devilish smile radiating off of him. Your eyes are closed so you don’t start crying from how unbelievably good it feels. Your body is shaking from the immense pleasure and you can’t stop the desperate whimper that leaves your throat from the lack of friction. “Hmm…” Hisoka hums, a delighted chuckle leaving his mouth at an apparent discovery he’s made. Just what was this clown up to?

You let out an obscene cry as he resumes his thrusting, aiming for that sensitive spot deep within you...and he hits it every single time. “H-Holy- AAAA- !!!” You scream as loud as you possibly can as this man hits this point every single time with each well-timed stroke. Tears prick your eyes as the pleasure is immense. You can feel your orgasm coming, but it feels different from the others. “Wai- S-Stop! I don’t-” Your cries fall on deaf ears as he lifts you up by the hair, pressing your back against his chiseled chest as he fucks you upright against him. You can hear him panting heavily in your ear, an occasional sound coming up. He wraps his pale, brawny arms tightly around your midsection, fucking you as hard as he can. He continuously hits that point deep with you, making you scream an ungodly amount. “His-Hisoka! S-Stop! I won’t-” You shake your head from left to right, reduced to an incoherent, blubbering mess. Hisoka, however, seems to be riled up by the fact that you said his name, thrusting into you with more fervor. With one last thrust up into that sensitive spot, you cum. But as you cum this time, you squirt. Hisoka holds you upright as you make a mess of him, the pillows, front-end of the sheets and fluffy throw-over. You convulse around him as you spray the bed, your body jolting each time you squirt. Your mouth is agape the entire time in an airless wail, drool dripping down your chin. He lets go of you when you finish your spectacle and you fall limply onto your cum, unable to move. You listen as he takes a deep breath, shakily exhaling. “Oh wonderful.~” He moans, moving into your recovering vision. The black spots eventually fade from view and your face to face with the smiling, sweaty magician. He holds an expression of happiness, one that contrasts drastically to your defeated one. “What could you possibly be smiling about now?” You grumble, your extremities feeling numb. “I haven’t had one that can squirt in so long. You’re going to be so much more fun.~” He lustifully drawls, backing out of your view soon after. So that’s what that was? It sure is intense. You feel him petting your head, laying on the other side of you. He’s waiting for you to recover. How...nice? The silence that overtakes you two is comfortable. It prods a stem of information out of you. “Four…” You say, breaking the silence. “Four what?” “Four months. I’ve been stationed here to scout you out for four months now.” You whisper, shakily raising yourself up to a sitting position. Hisoka looks pleased. “That’s all I’m going to tell you.” You firmly say, refusing to spill anymore vital information.

“Mm...I don’t think it is.” The transmuter frowns, grabbing you by the neck. He gives your throat a light, warning squeeze. “Eh?! But you used me already! You’re done!” You exclaim, your two nimble hands wrapping around his wrist in an attempt to retch his hand off of your neck. Hisoka simply smiles, pointing downwards. “I haven’t even cum yet.” His point is emphasized by his still hard cock, which is absolutely drenched in your juices at this point. “And we’ve still got nine hours left.” He smiles, letting go of your throat. You swallow. Just what have you gotten yourself into? You lean into your hands, using the support to keep you upright. You look down at him as he rests against the semi-soaked pillows with his hands tucked beneath his shoulders, his eyes closed and that same signature, lazy smug smirk written all over his face. You decide to run your gaze over his bare body, taking it all in. This is the first and most likely last time you’ll ever be able to see it, so you take advantage of it.

So...this is what the body of a trained mass murderer looks like. There’s only muscle, not a single ounce of excess skin being apparent on him. You look up at his angular face. All points of his face were sharp. Not a plane untouched. It’s then you notice his hair sticking to his sweaty pale forehead. His makeup appears smudged as well, making it apparent that he’s wiped his face from the amount he sweat. He still holds a formidable amount of stamina, but he can sweat. At least he’s not invincible to normal human woes, unlike many others claim. He’s not nearly as sweaty as you though. You look over the muscled plane of his chest. His two pectorals jut out intimidatingly. He’s certainly ripped, judging by his eight-pack that follows suit. You wonder what intense training he had to undergo to obtain abdominals of that capacity. You shiver. Nothing good. You know that’s for sure. Then comes his erection, which is resting against his stomach, hard as ever. It twitches, surely unhappy that it hasn’t released yet. You swallow. You have no idea how you’re going to get him to achieve his peak after you’ve reached your own around a total of four times now, each more intense than the last. You shift your gaze, moving to his toned legs. He had some killer thighs. You can only dream that your plushy thighs will reach that amount of muscle and definition. His calves were just as strong. His feet were clawed just like his hands. You realize that the more you stare at him, the more you lust for him. Damn your carnal desires. Yet...you have him for another nine hours. You can take your fill...and surely you wouldn’t want to be near him again, right? Yeah. That has to be right. You decide that it’s your turn to become the predator, smoothing a hand over his abs. The hard muscle contracts at your touch and you see him open one yellow eye in the corner of your left eye. Perfect. Let him watch you enjoy his body. You trace the dips in between each muscle, watching intently as the abdominal muscle contracts under each of your touches. It’s kind of beautiful in its own sinister way. You continue this until you reach your face down, running your tongue over each one instead. You hear him grunt under his breath, a smile forming on your lips as you proceed, licking all the way down to his member. As soon as you reach it, you stare down at it as if you’re starving, craving the taste of it. And at the current moment, you were. You stand his dick up with your hand, gazing at the length and thickness of it. This monstrosity has been inside you twice and you didn’t have much time to explore it with your mouth earlier. You peek over at his face. Both of Hisoka’s yellow eyes are open, watching you closely. He remains in his restful position, seeming to encourage you to discover on your own. You smile to yourself.

You move your hand up and down his dick softly, watching and feeling as it twitches in your hand, excited to have some attention. You smirk, moving so you’re in between Hisoka’s legs this time. He moves to accommodate you and you get yourself comfortable between them, staring up into his dark gaze as you hold his hard cock. He’s not smiling. You keep eye contact with him as you kiss the tip of his dick, kitten licking it. His upper lip twitches, but he remains impassive otherwise. You smile, accepting the unspoken challenge. Keeping your eyes trained on his, you suck his tip into your mouth, running your tongue around it. It appears to be sensitive, telling by the way he hisses and the way his body shivers. His eyes narrow a bit and yours remain open, wanting to see his raw reaction. He doesn’t break eye contact with you. You suck him further into your mouth, slowly of course. He grits his teeth, sucking in a breath. You run your tongue on his sensitive underside, drawing a shaky exhale from him. You keep going down, relaxing your throat when he reaches that point. His yellow eyes alight in surprise as you keep slurping him down all the way to the bottom. As he cock fills up your narrow throat, he throws his head back, strain apparent in the muscles of his neck. A choked moan leaves his lips and you cheer victoriously in your head. Your lips eventually touch the base of his dick. You’ve successfully swallowed him whole. You pause for a moment. Then, you swallow around the mass in your throat, listening as a laboured breath exhales into a deep, breathy moan. With your newfound skill, you lurch back all the way, sucking yourself back to the bottom quicker now. A heated hiss reaches your ears and you watch as his head raises back up, his eyes reconnecting with yours, alight with a fiery desire. You smile in your head, looking at him with an innocence that drives him utterly crazy. You continue your ministrations, drinking in all the noises the magician makes. “S-Such a - uhhn! - ggggood girl!” He pants, a strained smirk reaching his face. Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the sound of his praise. This must’ve turned him on more than anything because you hear a loud, “Ohhh fuuuck!” You smile to yourself, continuing to suck him off before he eventually spills into your mouth, which you swallow. You pull back and look down at Hisoka, who’s panting heavily. Sweat adheres to his whole body. His usual slicked back hair is now all over the place and his usual calm demeanor is replaced with that of a mess. You look down at him in shock. You caused...this? You smile. You’re proud of yourself. It must be one of the rarest things to see Hisoka Morrow looking like this. And damn if you didn’t deserve it!

“Tch.” Hisoka tuts, looking away in...shame?! “Eh?! What?!” You exclaim in confusion. One of the most feared people in the world? Shame?

“Not very many people get to see me like this…much less a sex worker like you…” He sighs, an aura of utter shame surrounding him. Your left eye twitches. “Excuse me! I’ll have you know I’m more than just a sex worker!” You yell at him, smacking his shoulder for added effect. You grit your teeth, crossing your arms before you get too rough with it. “It’s just…,” He continues, piquing your interest. “None of them have made me do this before.” And he scoots up, tucking his legs into his body and sitting up in them, turning so his back is facing you. You gasp as you see deep scratch marks lining up both of his shoulder blades. They lined up perfectly with Hisoka’s own hands. “You...did this to yourself?” You ask softly, reaching out to prod around the wound. He covers it with his hand though, turning around to face you once more. Your hand then lands on his pale cheek instead. Hisoka pauses for just a brief moment, stunned. He enraptures your right hand in his left one, moving your hand closer to his mouth. You yelp in surprise when he bites your palm, throwing your hand away from his face. He smirks. You shake your hand in an attempt to will away the pain, glaring at him. You shove him with a Nen-powered blow. It clearly doesn’t do anything and he slowly falls backwards, dramatically plopping on his back. You roll your eyes. A lazy smile makes way to his face. “Say [Y/N]...Would you be willing to do more work this time? I’m feeling a bit tired.~'' It's only then you notice he’s erect again.

You bristle. “What?! Hisoka, you horndog!”

Hisoka chuckles deeply. “Sorry, I can’t help it staring at you.”

You blush heavily from that comment, crossing your arms again and turning away. You hear him move too late before you can evade and he grabs you, pulling you atop of him. You have to place your hands on his chest to stop yourself from falling forward. You first look down at him in some sort of surprise, then one of anger. “I’m not just a sex worker, Hisoka.” You snidely comment, sitting up straight and crossing your arms. He frowns. “I know you’re not, [Y/N].” He replies honestly, nothing giving way to any form of deception whatsoever. You look at him again and sigh. “I can’t.” You mumble. Hisoka pauses. “Come again?” “I can’t.” You say louder, looking away bashfully. Hisoka tilts his head. “Why not?” “Because I’m not turned on.” You say flatly, looking him dead in the eye. His yellow eyes grow dark with lust. “I can change that.” He rasps. “Yeah but you don’t want to do any-“

“Come sit on my face.”

You blink.

“What.”

“Come sit on my face.” He repeats in that same seductive voice of his, the same mischievous grin on his face, the same sultry look in his yellow eyes.

Your face shines a brilliant shade of red. “What’s wrong, [Y/N]? You’re looking a bit...flustered.” Hisoka chuckles. You swallow your pride. Hisoka knows what he’s doing. “Okay. I will.” He smiles deviously at your consent, watching your crawl up and over his face. He places his hands at the tops on your thighs, willing you to sit on his face. As soon as his mouth connects with your pussy, he sets straight to work, claiming every inch with his mouth. Your body convulses in surprise and you let out a choked moan. His eyes haven’t disconnected from yours, watching you intently. His tongue manages to slip inside you and you gasp, letting out a wail of pleasure. His grips tightens on your thighs and his hips raise slightly. He quickly settles back down, continuing to feast on you. You grab the top of the headboard for balance, subconsciously beginning to grind against his face. Hisoka’s breathing changes instantly and he’s quick to move out from beneath you. You pant, sitting on his navel. He wipes his mouth, licking his lips. He still wears his signature smirk, albeit lazily. “You can’t do that, [Y/N].~ You almost made me skip the main course.” Hisoka murmurs huskily, getting comfortable. You position yourself over his dick, looking down at him nervously. He smiles up at you, easing your anxiety. You slowly begin to sit down on his hard cock, gasping as he fills you up yet again. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to the feeling. You struggle to get the rest of him inside of you, but you manage at your own pace, fully sitting down on him now. You whine at the feeling of being so full. Hisoka shakily exhales, gripping the sheets below him. “Don’t be afraid to move, [Y/N].” He growls and you get the point, pushing yourself up and back down. You whimper as Hisoka grunts. You place your hands on his toned chest for leverage, pressing down as you push yourself up again, pulling yourself up to his tip before sinking back down. You set a steady rhythm, moaning up a storm. Hisoka lets his own pleasure be known through deep groans and shudders. It felt different in this position. His cock seems to be going deeper within you. Your moans end on a higher octave because of this. Hisoka seems to be enjoying this just as much, thrusting up to meet you in the middle. His hand creeps up your body, starting by rubbing your clit a few times, making you squeal. He then rubs his hand over your stomach, enjoying the beauty of it. You grow flustered at his actions, feeling shy. He eventually slides up your body to reach his goal: your boob. You squeak at his light squeeze on your right breast, slightly messing up the rhythm of your bouncing. Hisoka smirks with gritted teeth and flips you on your back, effectively taking over. He speeds up the pace, causing you to raise your voice. “Ahn- fuck! Hi-Hisoka!” You moan loudly, your toes curling as your orgasm approaches fast. “Are you -pant- gonna cum again, [Y/N]?” Hisoka groans, fucking you as fast as he can. You nod your head vigorously, too caught up in the feeling of your body almost breaking with the pressure building up. Hisoka smiles at your response, moving his hand down your beautiful stomach and reaching your clit. With just a few more circular motions on it, you snap, arching your back with a cry. Just like that, he sends you flying into the realm of ecstasy once again. You’re blinded by a white light before you finally come crashing down, back landing flat on the bed.

You were breathing hard, your arm laying over your eyes as you calm down. You hear Hisoka lay beside you, panting as well. When you feel calm enough, you lower your arm from your face, looking over at Hisoka, who’s resting peacefully beside you. His hair was disheveled from his usual slicked back style. It now rests over his sweaty forehead and the pieces that aren’t resting on his forehead are slicked back behind his ears and the back of his neck. He looks like quite the specimen right about now. He glances over to you as well, feeling you examining his face. It boosts his ego. He smiles lazily, running his eyes over your face. He really appreciates your features. They were so gorgeous to him, especially those [e/c] eyes. He’s too worn out to do anything more, so he rests his eyes, falling asleep.

You decide to take a nap as well, tired from all the activity.

You soon pass out for an undetermined amount of time.

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Word count: 4700+

Next chapter should be expected next Saturday, May 15th. I will hold to it this time!

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The Deal Pt 2

Masterlist

Summary: Clark take you to august to finish the deal.

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Smut, Dub Con, BDSM, Toys

A/N: second part to @wolfieash ask which is here

Taglist: in reblog.

Smut below the cut.

"NO IM NOT GOING ! AND YOU CAN FUCK OFF!" You yelled chasing Clark into the living room arms cross and lips pulled into a snarl.

He rolled his eyes at you, you'd been throwing a fit all day.

"Sweetheart, you made a deal, gave him your word... you cant go back on it" he insisted once more trying to convince you.

"Yes I can it was my word! Not yours, I can do what I want!" You huffed blowing some hair out of your face it was hard trying to be serious when your hair seemed to want to stick in your mouth.

"No poppet I'm not letting you break you word , now get dressed we leave in a hour" he said quickly spinning you around pressing you to the bedroom door.

"Fuck you, I'm not going anywhere!" You grunted pulling away from him.

"Tonight love I promise, now go get ready august is expecting us..." he said grinning almost sweetly at you.

"I don't give a flying fuck! I'm not going" you stomped a foot at him finally making his brow twitch, jaw tightening in irritation.

He stood taller and let his frame seem to devour the space on the hall making you shrink, shivering as you watched your sweet fiancé become a great predator. A loin or bear?

"Sweetheart enough! Now go get dressed...I laid out your outfit" he ground out severely finally having enough. A deal was a deal... and he wanted your ass!

"Out fit? What outfit-OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?" You cried entering your room seeing the shear fabric

"That? Its a little body stocking~" Clark said leaning on the door frame arms crossed wearing a huge grin.

"IM NOT WEARING A FUCKING BODYSTOCKING!"

"Well I would if I were you because if not there will be images of your naked ass being flown about on the front pages tomorrow~" he quipped with a smirk.

"Yo-you wouldn't dare!" You said voice loosing its bite as he stared at you.

"Wouldn't I? I mean come on love anal's on the line~" he teased and moved up behind you and slapped your bottom hard enough to make you yip and jerk away.

"Now hop to it... You've got 50 minuets~" he called over his shoulder as he exited the room.

In the end Clarks threat of having you mooney metropolis was too much of a threat and you'd showered and slipped into the body stocking...

But you didn't shave! If they were gonna push through with your whole sex for silence deal then they would live with the consequences! No bare pussy for either of them!

Fuck'em.... or don't? Which was preferable

It wasn't that you didn't enjoy it, it was that you did... a little more then you should have! It frightened you the way you'd enjoyed being used and fought over.

"Oh come on why the long face angel?" August hummed as he opened the glass doors on his rooftop home, the penthouse was shiny sleek and as dark as the man himself.

"Fuck off august!" you grumbled walking right passed him as soon as Clark put you down

"Oh such a foul mouth! We will have to teach you some manners~" the agent quipped as you entered the bare but masculine space, everything was harsh lines and fucked up art pieces of splotching blocky shades of black, red and deep violet.

"Yes she's very snippy today... has been all week, pouting" Clark huffed shrugging. Taking the offered crystal glass with amber liquid.

"Ah we have a brat on our hands then?" August chuckled and walked through the home quickly snagging one of your elbows and directed you to the playroom, not wasting any time.

"Yeah, she doesn't want me to fuck her ass" Clark summarized with a shrug.

"Aww Why not sweety? You loved me fucking your ass? You cried and withered moaning so beautifully~" august hummed into your ear as he pressed you over the threshold into a large windowless room, strip lighting igniting the room in a light red. The devils den so to speak.

"Sh-shut up you prick" you snarled.

Augusts reply was a tsk and he pressed you over to a padded sawhorse and looked to Clark nodding to the ankle and wrist cuffs.

Clark breezed past him quickly securing you down making you curse him, but by this point it was a formality as you had already soaked yourself through.

"Oh would you look at that? Our little brat is eager~" august said with a chuckle and a warm hand probed you lightly making you jolt and try to squirm away.

"Yes I know, she likes denying herself, its strange she knows we will win but Continues to fight?" He said coming around your side ghosting his fingers over your ribs making you shudder.

"Well lets not waste time shall we? I have a few things out ready but first lets get this fitted shall we?" August said menacingly walking around you brandishing a very large O ring gag.

"After all if she's going to throw a tantrum I don't trust her not to bite" he uttered moving towards you.

"I've never thought of using one of those before... it wont hurt her will it?"

"Only her pride Clark trust me even she needs a... dressing down every once in a while" august reassured him.

Your eyes grew wide as the agent approached with the large gag that looked both threatening and enticing, things had been kinky with august but you hadn't ever gone this far into bdsm before. You were scared and still fighting but not as hard? You were curious and being dominated by them last week had... changed you. It had been thrilling to be so out of control.

"Should we... give her a signal or something? Incase it gets to much?" Clark quizzed, he was still all for it but wanted to be mindful of you. He didn't want to hurt you.

"Trust me she's going to love it, but in the case of something going wrong" august directed his attention to you befo4e continuing.

"There is a small desk bell one the inside of the left leg on the saw horse... if thing get too much hit it three times fast and we will get you down" he said seriously.

You frowned as his gaze bored into you, for a second you believed you saw actual concern in his eyes.

It unsettled you, August couldn't really have any feelings towards you could he? I mean this was blackmail!

You nodded quickly to him letting him know you understood.

Then just like that August was haughty again and quickly fixed the gag in your mouth, setting your teeth in the small grooves that was semi comfortable.

"Shes ready when you are~" the agent hummed and stood back.

Clark darted behind you and helped himself to you and august disappeared from sight.

You moaned into the room as your fiancé roamed your folds as if exploring them for the first time.

He was rougher then usual prodding and impaling you fast and hard before slowing and drawing your own arousal over your presented ass.

You withered as Clark used you body, pressing you higher and higher making you teeter on then edge then back away letting you calm down only to work you up again.

"I thought we could... try something... a little bonus for all of us tonight~" you heard august but couldn't see him.

"I'm listening" Clark said as he plunged his fingers back into you harder throwing off your concentration making you cry out.

"I have this" you tried seeing what August had but was too preoccupied with the maddening strokes of clark's fingers as he pounded away at your g-spot forcing you to try and rock on him chasing a high he had already cruely denied you twice.

"What even is that thing?" Cark said not paying attention to you as your body twisted and pulled trying to cum like a desperate whore.

"Here ill show you~" august said and Clarks fingers disappeared from you making you cry out and moan, your pussy tried holding him but it was to drenched to actually grip him.

Then something was pressed into you, large wide and very short.

"Oh-oh fuck?!AH!" You yelped awkwardly around the gag as the toy settled, curved forward and down pressing on your gspot without being held. There was a large flat expanse resting outside of you to, the toy curved in a large C shape.

"Does that go up her?"

"No no, we just pop her little clit in here~ and press the button!" You jerked as august moved you, thick fingers prodding your clit and sat the engorged nub into a small round dip and pressed a button.

You squealed tensing all at once as you felt a suction on your clit and roared.

"Holy shit?" Clark said in awe watching as you keened and tried throwing you weight around on the toy that was held in place by your muscles clenching to it so tightly... It was bittersweet in a way, your own body holding the sweet torturous device on your clit.

"And it gets better, press that one" you hear a small click and arched moaning out as the egg like shape inside of you came to life vibrating against your insides.

Clark watched entranced as you withered this is what he'd been missing out on? Fuck!

August darted around you and strokes you hair watching as Clark stripped behind you unable to wait any longer as you thrashed about trying to rock into the toy.

"Shh shh thats a girl, now deep breath your wonderboy may be a little too enthusiastic if your doing all that squirming~"

You froze feeling Clark poise himself at your well lubed ass then grunted as he thrust forward splitting you open.

Clark hissed and moaned loudly as the vibrating egg not only made you quiver and tense around him already threatening to flood the place but it also rubbed his cock as he rutted you.

"Oh fuck- thats amazing! I cant- I shit babe!?" Clark didn't wait he immediately began pounding in to the tight quivering body before him.

August chuckled once more before releasing his own belt buckle. Not wanting to let your wails and monas go to waste.

They would work wonders on his cock, offering the sweetest of releases as you screamed onto his cock as he lodged it into your throat.

August was never into men, but he could develop a thing for corrupting this huge perfect man.

For now August would let you and Clark think you were in control of the deal. Let this one final night play out.

But the seed was sewn and before long he knew Superman would return wanting to explore more and more of this little sex dungeon. And then he will strike another deal.

Because August wasn't opposed to making a little compromise to get decent pussy. If he had to share with Supes so be it, it looked like he could teach the kid a thing or two and he would gladly, because he had many more toys to tease you both with~

If things went to plan he'd have not one but two desperate little subs. And he couldn't wait!

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