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Far More Than Just A Mask

I'd like to thank @cloudninetonine for giving me the confidence to come out of the shadows and start posting the fics I write. I haven't really posted anything before, so I'm still figuring out how to use the Tumblr posting format. I'd also like to shout out @yanderelinkeduniverse @neverchecking @gliphyartfan @luimagines @yourlocaltreesimp and @wayfayrr as I was also inspired by their writings and content in general. To whoever stumbles across my fic and enjoys it, please go give these amazing people some love! With that being said, I'd also like to express my gratitude towards @linkeduniverse for their amazing work as their comics are what this fic is based off of. I hope everyone enjoys!

TW: Yandere themes, blood, possession, creeps be creepy

Your entrance into this journey filled with world hopping and a band of men all dubbed strange and woefully bad nicknames was… interesting. Thankfully enough, it wasn’t a truck send off level of isekai but it wasn’t the go to sleep and then wake up somewhere else type either. No, it was deciding to venture out at night for a rather dumb reason, immediately get lost, stumble across a strange portal, proceed to be chased into said portal by a pure black shadow with red eyes, and then stumble around in a forest you very much didn’t recognize. And then, of course, you stumbled across them.

They had dubbed their group The Chain since they were all Link (based on the expressions made when you were informed of this, it was clear who did and didn’t like the idea). After the initial shock based, you were suddenly bombarded with questions about… everything, really. The sheer amount of attention, combined with knowing a lot more than you should (in their eyes but they didn’t need to know that to the full extent), caused you to freeze. Well, internally freeze. As cooly as you could, you tried to answer the many questions thrown your way as truthfully as you deemed necessary.

“What’s your Hyrule like?”

“I don’t have one.”

“You don’t have one? What does that mean? Are you before Hyrule exists or did your Link… fail?” “I just don’t have one. It… never existed. A lot of what exists for you doesn’t for me- not outside of fairy tales, that is. Magic, fairies, multiple civilizations of different species, and more.”

“Why are your ears clipped? Is it a sort of fashion statement or a punishment?”

“Neither. I’m not Hylian, I’m human. Humans are similar to Hylians but we don’t have pointed ears and are usually a little taller than the average Hylian.”

“Why are your clothes so… weird…”

“They’re not weird to me. You guys certainly are, though.”

And the questions continued. After days of asking questions, which quickly broke past barriers and dug deeper than you were comfortable with, The Chain relented a little. It was clear as day that they didn’t trust you, not a bit, but they still “added” you to their little entourage. Dark Link, or Dink as they called him, had still pushed you through that portal like it did for the rest of them. Meaning, somehow, that you were fated to be a part of the Chain even though you were very far from being a Link. In truth, you knew probably half of them believed you might be colluding with the entity and were simply keeping tabs on you. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, as they say.

Thankfully, you weren’t a complete dead weight. You didn’t mind doing chores since you surely couldn’t battle. Despite some of your “exotic” looks (largely your ears, they’re still getting over that), merchants and townsfolk seemed to open up a bit easier to you. Plus, a lot of creatures from the mundane to mystical quite liked you for whatever reason. Were you not in the Champion’s Hyrule, that may not have stuck out as much as it did. On top of that, you knew first-aid better than most of them did. You were no genius in medicine, but you knew enough about the human body (thank you Forensic Files). You also had the “remedies” your Nana often chose over medicine- a lot less helpful in your world, but far more useful in nearly any Hyrule given the more mystical nature of, well, everything.

It took nearly two weeks for the mock friendliness to turn genuine and nearly a month and a half for everyone (including Legend, though he’ll deny it even if he were six feet under) to have a bit of trust in you. It wasn’t like the bonds they had with each other nor the ones you had with your friends back home, but it was something and that something showed. That fact certainly helped you sleep a bit easier during the night.

So now, here you sit around a campfire with the Chain after yet another day of traveling. Despite sitting in a circle, everyone was still a little grouped up and remained chatting in that group. Hyrule, Wild, and Wind were all conversing with each other in semi-hushed tones which made you believe some level of tomfoolery was sure to happen in the coming days. Sky, Four, and Wars were simply chatting about random things. Legend and Twilight were off on patrolling duty at the moment which was a bit of a balm for you given just how… prickly the Vet was in regards towards you at times (you knew it was mostly show, but that didn’t stop it from being aggravating). All of this left Time and you sitting beside each other in silence as one surveyed the camp and its occupants with a well-trained eye and the other lightly zoned out.

Although semi-zoned out, you weren’t entirely oblivious to the world. Your eyes drifted around and loosely observed the scenery although it was regarded as little more than static to your brain. By chance, your eyes drifted downwards and caught eye of a trinket that often sat on the hip of Time- a mask. Not just any mask, though. You hadn’t played Majora’s Mask before but you saw snippets of it and knew what the Fierce Deity mask was. You noticed from day one that Time- rather foreign in your eyes given the design you were used to- partly had the mask’s markings on his face. You had many guesses as to why that was, but you didn’t ask any.

“No- you can’t try it on,” Time speaks up as he quickly notices your stare at the mask. It jolts you a little as you didn’t realize just how long you had been staring at the aforementioned trinket.

“Oh? I wasn’t going to ask to but… well, now I’m curious as to why you don’t want me to. Is it special to you? I’ve never seen anyone else touch it before,” you ask as you stare at the mask in partly feigned curiosity, avoiding Time’s stare. Faking ignorance had grown to be second nature by now.

“Because everyone else knows that it’s good to stay away from it lest you risk tragedy. It’s a magical mask but the power it holds is… potent. Rather, who it holds,” Time cryptically answers with a small grin. It brings a little grin to your face as well that the mask wasn’t too sore a subject for the Old Man, but it was best to tread the waters lightly.

“Who it holds? There’s… a person in there?” You ask.

“Not just a person- a god. It’s called the Fierce Deity Mask as it holds a god of war within it. Put on the mask, and you become something of a vessel for him to use. Naturally, doing so is dangerous- extremely so- so don’t expect to be seeing it in use any time soon,” Time answers with a lit of strictness at the end.

“Can I… at least touch it? Or hold it?” You push, curious about many things in relation to the mask. What did a magical mask feel like in your hands? Could you feel the power of Fierce Deity wanting to be released? Could you maybe even hear him? Would your heart begin to pump loudly, as if trying to sync with a war drum? Time can practically hear your unasked questions, it seems, as he detaches the mask from his belt and hands it to you.

It’s weighty in your hands. Not heavy, but weighty. Its texture is smooth and makes it feel a little bit more like fine pottery than wood. Despite that, you knew you wouldn’t be able to break it by accidentally or purposefully dropping it (could it ever be broken? What would happen if it was?). Despite the chill in the air, the mask was warm. Something that could easily be attributed to being nearly sandwiched between your’s and Time’s body, but you felt like that wasn’t the case. Aside from that, the mask was almost… underwhelming. “What? Expecting something grand to happen?” Time lets out a short and breathy chuckle at the puzzled expression that must be on your face at the moment. “Yeah… I guess so,” You mumble, still holding the mask and looking at it in the eyes- or rather eye sockets. Randomly, you hold the mask up and away from you as if it were someone face to face with you.

“Hello, Fierce Deity, I’m (Name). A… pleasure to meet you? At least, somewhat…”

A beat of silence. And then another. And then another. And th-

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! D-Did you seriously just introduce yourself to a mask?!”

Your face burned crimson at Wind’s howling laughter and remark. Many others shared his laughter, including Time himself. Naturally, you looked straight down at your lap and didn’t even resist having Time take the mask back. So caught up in your embarrassing action, you and everyone missed the slight vibration the mask gave off. The second Time put the mask back on his hip was the moment you decided you’d turn in for the night.

Of course, your luck was little and fickle so some of the boys decided to poke at you further come the next day. While you settled beside a stream to wash clothes, it didn’t take long before Hyrule hopped over with a little grin as he propped up the Fierce Deity mask beside you. He made a little comment about how you appeared lonely before practically running off. Unsure of whether to snap at Hyrule or almost pity the god within the mask, you simply chose to go about your chores. You had a gut feeling that a few of the Links were likely lingering close by, so you did your best to stay tight lipped beside the mask. Which was hard since chore time (especially when it allocated some space between you and the boys) was also welcomed alone time. More often than not did you talk to yourself. Safe to say that having such time and space intruded upon left you a little… pent up for the rest of the day.

When the next laundry day came by, the same stunt was pulled (by Wild this time) but you couldn’t keep your silence. Camp was located a little further from the stream than it was at the previous site, so you felt a little more secure.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled out as you began to wash the pile of clothes beside you. By now, you’ve long grown used to the awful smell of them and you were thankful that, despite having a sculpted nose, the mask didn’t have nostrils. After a few moments of silence, you continued. “I, uhm… I’m sorry for the way that they’re treating you. Perhaps seeing the way I interacted with you that night caused them to grow a little too comfortable around you. I just ask that you forgive or at least tolerate the behavior- it’s an outlet for a handful of them. I know you’ve been with Time for awhile, so I know that you know full well the stress and trauma these boys have. It may seem like little to you given your rank as a deity, but I’m sure you’ve grown to understand mortals a bit better after hanging off the hip of one for years.”

After that, it felt like a dam had broken. Anytime you were off doing your chores, the Fierce Deity mask was there beside you. To the Chain it was a recurring joke that turned into a slight routine (something Legend hated since having something so powerful be near you was always something he despised). To you, it was finally a chance to talk- to vent without being judged. Well, you’re sure that Fierce Deity was judging you but you couldn’t hear him. Honestly, there were parts of your life that you likely sooner shared with the mask than you did with anyone else. It’s not like he can spill your secrets, anyway.

You wondered what he must have thought of you. An annoyance? A break? An interesting or perhaps strange mortal? Or did he just not care at all? Was he curious about your ramblings that described your passions, your home, your world or was it merely buzzing in his ears? You didn’t know and likely never would. At least, so you thought.

And it all started with a simple, and seemingly logical, decision from Time.

“I’m sorry- what? You’re wanting the Outsider to have the mask with them? Time, what the fuck?! We’re your sword brothers and we’ve hardly been allowed to touch the damn thing but now it gets to hang off of that witch’s hip?! What happens if we need to use it? Or what happens if they use it? We’re all screwed!” Legend practically screams as Time tells the Chain of his decision. You want to stand tall and face Legend, but you knew that his comment wasn’t entirely based off of his prickly personality (despite what may come out of his mouth). No, all of the boys were likely fretting over you having the mask given what it did to its wearer. If it could take down even a Hero of Courage, then what could it do to you?

“Enough!” Time snorted as he stared down the pink haired man. “The mask is not some secret weapon, let alone a toy (Wild, Wind, and Hyrule flinch), to be used at your leisure. That’s something this ‘outsider’ realizes better than seemingly all of you. As such, I’m entrusting it into their care to make sure it’s not abused. It is only for the worst case scenarios, do I make myself clear?”

“But the past few monster hordes have gotten stronger! I understand that (Name) acts as a field medic to the best of their ability but they stay away from battle when they can. It’ll be inconvenient and risky to let it be away from us for multiple reasons. What if a battle goes south fast and we can’t get to it in time? What if something tries to steal it from them? What if they have no choice but to use it and potentially lets Fierce Deity go on a rampage? I can guarantee that it’d hurt them,” Wars argues with a much more put together and logical rebuttal than Legend. That still doesn’t save you from the ever present glare the Vet has aimed at you and the mask.

“I’ve thought of all of this but I still believe this for the best. Besides, the hordes feel stronger because we’ve been dealing with smaller and weaker hordes for over a month now. Dink has been trying to soften us up a little and I can see that it’s worked based on our combined performance in the last battle,” Time huffs and deepens his scowl. He gives the Chain a thorough stare down before speaking again. “Anyone else want to pipe up?”

The only thing that spoke for about the next ten seconds was the breeze. After that short but tense “talk” was over with, the Chain was back on the move. Safe to say you were distracted as you and the boys traveled, though not by the gazes you felt on your person and on the mask. Rather… it was due to the mask itself. During the argument, it had been on your waist the entire time. With everyone focusing on whoever was taking their turn arguing with Time, they were all blind to the way the mask was reacting. Due to your close proximity to the mask for some time now, you knew full well that Fierce Deity could hear and see what happened around him from his wooden prison. He couldn’t speak, but he could make the mask buzz. He did it seldom, but seldom was not the word you would use for moments ago. Given how a lot of the boys still regarded him as an object, it must have pissed him off. Or, maybe, he was also a little pissed at how his new carrier was being treated. It was likely the former but you at least hope you’ve rubbed off on Fierce just a little bit by now.

…

‘On… put the mask on…’

Okay, maybe you’ve rubbed off on him a little… too much.

The freaky occurrences began to happen nearly a week after you were appointed as Fierce Deity’s new carrier. You didn’t notice the whispers at first as they were quiet and usually spoken while the boys were speaking. You also didn’t notice how the mask would move just a little bit whenever you set it down. Naturally, you couldn’t ignore it for forever- not as the mask only grew more active in regards to your ignorance.

The calls from the mask were getting closer by the day. It’s whisper- his whisper, grew louder for every night that passed. His voice was low and rumbling like a distant thunder, like an approaching storm. You’d put the mask on the other side of your tent (much to the displeasure of whoever you were sharing the tent with at the time) but it’d still end up only a foot or two away from you when morning came. Your once rather passive regard for the mask and the deity trapped within it was becoming… strained as the days went by. The boys noticed it, to the point you wondered if Time planned to take back the mask, but they (aside from a seething Legend) never commented on it. It should have come to the surprise of no one that the rising tension would eventually snap.

“You did pretty good out there today, Wind. I didn’t expect you to take out those three lizafols so quickly,” Wild complimented the young lad as he joined the group around the campfire.

“Ha, naturally! With my rate of improvement, I may even surpass the Old Man one day!” Wind puffed up his chest and grinned. The sight of his youthful happiness and high esteem caused the other men to either chuckle or feel a touch of nostalgia.

“Careful- we’ve seen what praise like that does to one of us,” Legend tsks as he side eyes Wars. The knight rolls his eyes but doesn’t clap back for once.

“It’s well deserved praise, Legend. Wind is truly improving- there’s no harm in letting him know,” Hyrule claims. The man opens his mouth to add more but is stopped when Twilight springs up from his spot and stands stiff as a board. The aura surrounding the rancher is tense as he eyes the tent farthest from the campfire.

“Uh, Twilight? What’s wr-”

“(Name)?” Twilight called out as he took a few steps towards the tent you were currently sleeping in. Due to his heightened senses, he could hear muffled grunts and whines of pain. Could you be having a nightmare? No, if it was a nightmare why did he feel so… worried? Scared, even? Based on the tense men around the campfire, they were starting to feel that as well.

Twilight walks, almost stalks, towards the tent. The wolf within was howling and snarling in the back of his mind, that something bad was happening. An almost shaky hand grabbed the fabric of the tent and… he stalled. Why? Why was he stalling? Why did it feel like he shouldn’t open the tent when he knew that he should? That he has to? That his friend- their friend- was in trouble? Why-

“Leave, Hero of Twilight. This is a private moment and you are not welcome.”

Twilight nearly flung the tent into the field.

A thrashing body was pulled from the tent and pinned down to the ground. Wild reached for the mask stuck to your face and tried to pry it away from you but it wouldn’t budge. While you weren’t transforming into the Fierce Deity, that didn’t mean you weren't under his influence at the moment. His voice had come out of your mouth, after all.

“Dammit! (Name)!” Time bellowed, kneeling beside the scene with an equal mix of anger and worry. Worry because he knows- Hylia does he know what that mask can do and angry at himself. He should have taken the mask back the second it started to show signs of attachment. He should have never let you have it- never let you even touch it.

Suddenly, you went limp. Grunts stopped on the tip of your tongue as you let out a drawn out breath. As if it wasn’t just stuck to your face like glue, Wild yanked off the mask with ease. Aside from some redness and even blood on the outline of your face due to the struggle, your face was largely unharmed. In fact, it looked eerily… peaceful.

Your arms slowly closed in and you hugged yourself. In gentle motions that appeared strange to the Chain- as if it wasn’t really you moving your appendages- you rubbed your arms. Your face settles into a more so neutral expression as you eyes flutter open for just a moment to reveal almost entirely white eyes.

“Shhh… you’re alright now, I told you that it would only hurt for a moment. Shhh…,” Fierce Deity gently spoke out of your mouth before your eyes returned to normal. With a tiny groan, your head lolled to the side as you blacked out.

Safe to say that it was absolute chaos when you woke back up.

Strained voices were arguing somewhere nearby and it didn’t help soothe your forming headache. With wobbly arms, you tried to push yourself up but failed as strength seemingly refused to return to you.

“(Name)? Thank the goddesses you’re awake!” Four pipped up in what sounded like absolute relief. Such relief was short lived as you watched Four get up and run off. You tried to sit up again in your sleeping bag but the weakness in your body persisted. Why? Why were you so weak? You went to bed early, dammit!

A baritone chuckle rings in your ears.

“I apologize for that, dear one. Your lack of strength is due to my actions last night.”

The voice was a shock to your system. You frantically looked around for its origin but couldn’t find it. Your confused actions caused the voice to nearly coo.

“Be not afraid, dear one. I am here, with you. That is why you can hear me.”

Light flooded the tent as what seemed to be a multitude of Links trying to force their way in. Time, thanks to his bulk and armor, was the one who managed to force himself to your side. His grip on your face was almost harsh as he looked over your face with a scrutinizing eye. His hardened scowl made your heart drop into your stomach. Buried fears of the Chain turning on you started to surface as nearly everyone gave you heated glares.

“What did he do? What did Fierce Deity do?” Time questioned as he still held your face, not letting go.

Fierce Deity- of course, how could you forget? Your panic that night as you rolled over and into an awaiting mask. The fear as he grabbed onto your mind despite his gentle tone.

“The mask… I… I rolled over and then it was on my face,” You answer meekly, unsure of what words to use because Time looked like he was about to blow a fuse. Anxious and a little frightened by the Old Man, you rambled on. “I swear that I put it on the other side of the tent! I promise I would never put on the mask like that! I-I… I… I’m going to ask you to unhand their face, Hero of Time. Scaring them will not grant you answers.”

Time let go of your face like it would burn him. A few of the boys behind him instinctively reached for their swords but paused. Even with the blank, white eyes staring back at them, this was still their friend’s face.

“What have you done? Why have you possessed (Name)? How?!” Wars interrogated Fierce Deity as he stared back at him.

“I have not truly possessed them. I merely created a bridge between our minds. It will not let me control them like this for much longer. I can only do so because it is still… fresh,” Fierce Deity explains, a ghost of a smile present in his voice.

“Really now? I don’t believe that for a second! Why else would you create this mental bridge if not to have them as a vessel?” Wild piped up as he tried to get close to his friend’s body. He failed to do so as Time practically shielded you from him.

“Personal reasons. I needn’t explain them to you, but I will assure you that I will not harm them. No, I would never force these innocent hands to slaughter. Not unless they were without choice,” Fierce Deity claims. As he speaks, he rubs your hands together as if enthralled with how gentle they felt compared to the calloused and aching hands he was used to guiding.

“And what, in your mind, is ‘without choice’?” Time pressed, grabbing your hands with a scowl.

“Conflict follows this group like a pack of starving wolves. There have been many times where death nearly sunk its teeth into their neck. Times I wish they would have donned the mask so that I could protect them and get them to safety. Unfortunately, they still believed in the half-truths you all told them were the full truth,” Fierce Deity rumbles as he stares down at Times grip with a less than pleased expression.

“I am not comfortable with what you’ve done to our friend. I don’t know if any of us may grow used to or comfortable with this, but… we also have no way to remove you from them. That does not mean we will not look or try. Don’t grow comfortable with this… this bond. It. Will. Not. Last,” Time threatens as he doesn’t bother to hide his disgust or displeasure. With a motion, he orders everyone else to leave. The Chain leaves the tent one by one, but not before speaking their mind. Once alone together again, Fierce Deity lets his hold slip. One or more of the heroes would come back, with more questions, and they would do so soon. So he would enjoy this little break while he had it.

“They are gone for now, dear one. No doubt they will return shortly, so let us enjoy this piece of quiet while we can.”

You lay on your side, feeling dizzy from Fierce Deity suddenly grabbing the reigns of your mind. Although he backed off once the Chain left the tent, his presence within was close. It was almost as if he was laying behind you, wanting to wrap his arms around you. Wanting to hold you close and only stopped by his lack of physical form.

“I am glad you do not have a heightened sense of smell. Their worry, rage, and envy- oh their envy- would have burned your nose. Ah, but… let us dwell on that no longer.”

Your hand was puppeteered to reach down to your side. Your were made to unclasp the mask from your belt and bring it up close to your face. Rather than putting it on, Fierce Deity touched his “face” against yours. Forehead to forehead, nose to nose, and almost mouth to mouth.

“Mmm… so soft, as always. If I had need for sleep as you do, then I would not rest unless this is the sight that’s before me. And even then, I may be too enchanted to close my eyes.”

Phantom hands rubbed at your arms, your back, and then your cheek. They weren’t real, but with Fierce’s control of your imagination, they were. And you prayed that is was his influence, and not your own heart, that found it comforting and warm. You wanted to push back and take control but, due to the “fresh” nature of your bond, you would likely be at the mercy of the god for days.

“Rest, dear one. Rest your mind and body, you must still recover from our bonding last night.”

Those phantom hands circled around you and you feel as though you’re caged in an embrace.

“I will deal with the heroes should they come to disturb you. Know that I will not let them part us- not unless they’re looking to stir my rage.”

A kiss. It wasn’t real- it wasn’t, but the rough lips upon your forehead tempted your heart to will that they were.

“And I promise that one day, we will not have to rely on this spiritual bond. No, I will make up for these ethereal affections tenfold when I find out how to return to the material plane. No matter how long it takes. Not that we must worry about that, after all. Our time together… will be eternal.”

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The next few days were perhaps the most tense you’ve ever experienced. Fierce Deity was a constant presence in your head, even as the bond between the two of you settled. He wasn’t chatty, but just rather curious and inquisitive. When he wasn’t asking questions about you, he was observing. He seemed to derive an almost twisted form of happiness whenever he saw how on edge everyone was around you now . He assured it was out of jealousy of him, not fear or hatred towards you. Were it actually out of new found ill-will… no, you weren’t going to imagine what the god would have in store for them.

True to his word, his hold over your mind lessened the more the bond settled in. No longer would you feel phantom hands wrapping around your own or resting on your shoulder. No longer would it feel like a large body was laying behind your own every night you fell asleep. No longer would it be his voice on your tongue to shoo away the boys should they do wrong in the war god’s eyes. No longer did it feel like he was breathing down your neck every waking moment.

In an attempt to hinder the god’s mysterious motives, you were quickly relieved of the mask he was bound to. It was once again on Time’s hip- now covered and tied up in cloth. Honestly, you were surprised it wasn’t buried into the storage of Wild’s Sheika Slate to create even more distance. Even with what happened, it seemed that Time didn’t have it in him to simply discard the mask. Perhaps he hoped to keep the deity in check, like he had done before you accidentally stirred the entity into action.

And it would seem that that is exactly what Fierce planned on him doing.

It was supposed to be a quiet night. The area was secure, dinner was cooking in the pot, and everyone but Time was idling around the fire. Wind chatted with you about every and anything that came to mind which pushed your focus onto the young man. With your distance from the mask and not thinking about Fierce, you felt nothing from the bond. You felt calm for the first time in awhile and everyone seemed to feel the same.

“Any idea when the Old Man is gonna be back?” Wars asks aloud, looking for nearly anyone to answer him.

“Soon. Dinner’s almost done and he’s not one to miss it. At least when I’m cooking,” Wild hums. It was a simple answer to a simple question, so no one said anything else. Still, it unnerved you. Time sought to set an example, so potentially being late to dinner was unlike him. Curious, you probed on the bond connecting you to Fierce. Even if he’d huff at you checking up on another man before him, you knew you’d get an answer. You always got an answer.

…

“I’ll look for him,” You state as you get up and walk off in the direction of where you last saw Time. Your sudden decision startled the boys and your nervous, almost haunted, expression did nothing to soothe them.

“Then I’m going with you. I don’t want you to getting close to him,” Twilight announces as he catches up to you. His tone left you with no room for an argument but you weren’t going to.

Not when Fierce was being eerily quiet.

You and Twilight took careful steps through the forest as he tried to retrace Time’s path. You both would stop and listen to the ambient sounds of the forest whenever something sounded off. The constant stopping and going only ramped up your nerves further as it kept punctuating Fierce’s refusal to communicate.

“I’m sure we’ll get an explanation when we find him. If you ask me, he might just be getting some alone time. He always does seem to have a lot on his mind,” Twilight piped up as he led you through the woods. The man offered a small smile but the strain on his face wasn’t lost on you. “Any word from him?”

“No. Nothing. It’s like… like there’s no bond at all,” You reply. “Ever since the incident, it’s never been like that. If anything, Fierce always made an effort to feel ‘present’.”

“Maybe… he’s also taking a break?” Twilight suggested, trying to be the optimistic. You shoot him a look and that optimism is quick to falter. Twilight doesn’t give up and faces you with an uneasy smile. He gently places his hands on your shoulders and rubs them a little. You feel that it comforts him more than you. “C’mon, think about it. You’ve said that he’s not as violent as we believe him to be, so m-”

“Remove your hands from them, Hero of Twilight.”

The air is squeezed from your lungs as Twilight suddenly pulls you into a shielding embrace. His fur pelt partly blocks your vision, but you can make out an imposing silhouette between the trees. How did the both of you not notice him?

Fierce Deity was striking. He has to at least be seven feet tall and he was clad in armor similar to Time’s but it was a steely silver, not gold. The armor was lined with white fur with an abundance of it on his collar. Long, flowing locks of white swayed in the night time breeze. Fierce’s silver-gray eyes were framed by strong and downturned brows. His stare was… intense, to say the least. But your eyes weren’t on his. No, you were focused on finding out why there were splatters of blood on him.

“What did you do?!” Twilight growled. “Where’s Time? What did you do to him?!”

“I won’t ask again, Hero of Twilight. Release them,” Fierce commanded as he began to walk towards the both of you. Twilight only seemed to tighten his hold in response. This was going to end up being ugly unless you did something.

“Stop!” You exclaim as you try and fail to wrestle yourself out of Twilight’s hold. Both men head your order but the tense atmosphere doesn’t dissipate. You shoot Twilight a glare but the hero returns it as he shakes his head. True to his word from earlier, he wasn’t about to let you get close to the god of war.

A strangle cough breaks the silence as someone stumbles through the brush. Thanks to the golden armor, you knew exactly who it was.

“Oh god, Time!” You exclaim as the older man leans against a tree for support. His face is banged up and actively dripping blood. His armor was smeared with the red liquid as if he had been trying to wipe off the blood over and over again. Blood bubbled up from Time’s lips as he tried to gurgle out words. The pathetic sight was enough to shock Twilight into action as he let go of you and zipped towards the injured man.

“Ancestor! What happened?! What did he do to you?” Twilight questions as he supports the bloodied man. More gurgles and grunts leave the man’s mouth as he tries to answer the younger man’s questions. It’s clear to all present that Time is in no shape to answer questions despite the desperate need for it.

“Take him back to camp and have him healed up,” You order. The order earns you a stern shake of the head from both Twilight and Time, but you refused to budge. “Now, Twilight! I’ll be fine, I promise.”

“Go take care of him,” Fierce chimes in as he looks back to the two men. “No harm shall befall them. You have my word.”

With a tough choice to make, you can see the exact moment when a hero’s instinct takes over Twilight. He lifts up Time and barrels through the forest back to the camp. In the blink of any eye, you’re suddenly left alone with the very person who had to have harmed Time. You’re so out of your league in the current situation that you probably couldn’t even see the playing field on the horizon, but you weren’t about to back down.

“My dear-”

“What did you do to him?” You confront as you stand up as tall as you can. It’s nothing compared to the towering deity, but you weren’t about to let that stop you. Fierce seems amused by your actions. He leisurely walks towards you with his hands by his sides and a small smile on his face.

“Nothing too rash, my dear. Just a broken nose and some scraps to the face. Head wounds tend to bleed quite a lot, as you know,” Fierce answers vaguely.

“Why did you hurt him?” You continue to question as you start to back up. You wanted to keep distance between the both of you in case you had to turn heel and run. Not that’d you’d get very far, but you could only hope.

“I didn’t mean to hit him hard. He came at me and I punched him, simple as that,” Fierce assured as he continued his approach. “Surely, my dear, you believe me? You know I would not hurt another without reason.”

“The mask- how did you escape the mask?” You press as you do your best to keep your distance.

“That wooden prison was old and ready to crack. I never saught to free myself from its binds as there was little in this world that tempted me forward. Well, little until you came around. Ah, I still recall how gently you held me in your hands that night…” Fierce hummed as he closed in. It didn’t take long for him to corner you against a tree. Frozen against the trunk, you could no longer keep space between the two of you. Fierce leaned down and grabbed your hands with his own. He pressed them against his face and he stares straight into your eyes.

“Hello, (Name), I’m the one they call the Fierce Deity. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Words evaded you, as did action. You didn’t pull away nor did you do anything else than having allowed Fierce guide your actions. The god chuckles at your frozen deer response as he moves his hands under your arms and lifts you up. You cringe as he holds you close and blood seeps into your clothes and the smell of iron assaults your nose. Fierce nuzzles against your cheek and buries his strong nose into your shoulder. In your shock, you can’t tell if he kisses your shoulder or if it’s just your imagination.

“YOU BASTARD!”

A growl reverberates through you as Fierce grits his teeth. His embrace tightens as he turns to face a small group of men. A near foaming at the mouth Legend leads the party of enraged me. Upon seeing you in the grasp of the deity, the rabid man refrains from attacking but it’s clear he’s waiting for his opening. A similarly enraged Sky, Four, and Wars follow behind him and a snarling Wolfie is quick to catch up with the group.

“Quell your tongue, Veteran. They’re already stressed enough,” Fierce huffs as he rubs a hand up and down your back.

“Then let them go! Can’t you see that you’re scaring them even further?” Sky argues as he adjusts his grip on the Master Sword. Unlike Legend, he’s not still on his feet as he begins to move in an attempt to flank Fierce. Wars and Wolfie catch onto his plan while Four stays steady beside Legend.

“They are shocked, Hero of the Sky. Their senses are overwhelmed at the moment from tonights events,” Fierce dismisses the claim. He takes his eyes of the men and looks at you. His voice his low and gentle when he addresses you. “Correct, my dear? You know I’d never want to harm or scare you.”

You shrink away from Fierce and refuse to look him in the eye. The actions draw out a sigh from the god but he doesn’t force a response out of you. Instead, you feel yourself sway with his body as he begins to move. There are shouts and orders from the other men to stay still but Fierce acts as if they were little more than the surrounding scenery.

“Let’s get you back to camp. You must be hungry after all of this excitement. Can you hold a spoon? I’ll feed you if you can’t,” Fierce murmurs to you as he walks. You nod in response and the god sighs again. “Come now, my dear, what has happened to that beautiful voice of yours? Do not tell me you’re so mad at me that you’d cut me off from such sweet melodies?”

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

Fierce slows to a stop. You can practically feel the puzzled expression radiating off of his face.

“My dear? What are you talking about?”

“Why are you calling me ‘my dear’?” You repeat as you pull away from Fierce’s shoulder. You can see his face scrunch up at your remark. You also see the men who confronted him following close behind.

“Because you are dear to me, (Name). You treated me fairly and sweetly, like I was a man- not a mask. You’ve told me more than what you’ve told anyone else. You always seemed happy to be near me for the longest time. Even after my brash actions that night, you still didn’t entirely recess into fear,” Fierce answers with a strong tone. “You may not realize it, but that is very important to me. You are very important to me and by the Golden Three do I intend on making that clear.”

Fierce resumes his large gait back to the camp. When he arrives, the reception is chilly. No one moves for their weapons but nor does anyone stay far away from them. Finally, Fierce sets you down onto the ground. You slump down to the soil below you as you take in deep breaths, unaware of how shallow your breathing had been before.

“Get a bowl of food ready- and don’t be skimpy,” Fierce orders as he stares down Wild. Wild grumbles something you can’t make out but he portions out a bowl for you. Fierce takes the portion from the cook before he can even leave the pot to give it to you. He settles himself by your side before shifting you into his lap. A spoon is brought up to your lips before you can argue. At the very least, Wild’s cooking never disappoints.

“Getting comfortable?” A rough voice breaks through the ambience of the night. A now healed but still beaten up Time stares down Fierce without a shred of fear. You immediately notice that he has both eyes open, and they’re both normal. Not to mention the fact that his face was now free from markings.

“Very,” Fierce curtly replies. He doesn’t bother to face Time as he’s focused on feeding you. The deity coos at you as your mouth is stuffed with food and your cheeks puff up as a result. The actions from the towering entity is… strange and off-putting to all present. The boys are stuck between glaring at the deity or cringing at his out of character actions. Fierce couldn't care less.

The evening passed by without much more incident. Everyone was jumpy and gave you and Fierce space despite the expressed distaste towards the new addition. There would be no knight in shining armor for you tonight, so you only hoped that Fierce would keep his word on treating you kindly.

Based on how he clung to you when it was time to go to bed, he seemed only further convinced he needed to assure you of that promise. He had shed his armor so you didn’t have to have metal pressing into you. He had also wrapped you up into a blanket burrito (something he made clear he learned from you and your ramblings) to limit the amount of skin on skin contact between you. He wasn’t blind to his intensity, so he was doing his best to restrain himself. You could only hope he’d keep up the will to do- for everyone’s sake.

“Sleep tight and sweet dreams, my dear,” Fierce whispered as he fiddled with the blanket covering you and stray strands of your hair. “I will be by your side the entire night, should you need me.”

“Okay…” You mumbled out as you wanted to do nothing more than hide away into your blanket. You closed your eyes but no amount of counting sheep would make falling asleep easy. Not with arms caging you to a man ever hungry for even your attention. Ever hungry for even a sliver of affection. By Hylia, what have you gotten yourself into.

“I love you, my dear,” Fierce mumbles as he believes you’re on the brink of falling asleep. “And remember… my love for your is eternal.”

And by the Goddesses, how do you get yourself out?

A wide and fanged smile cracks against the skin of your neck. A dark and hopefully playful chuckle leaves the god of war’s lips.

“You don’t.”

#yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #lu fierce deity #yandere lu fierce deity #linked universe x reader #yandere lu #Yandere lu x reader

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angelic-dew · 11 months

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Hiya!! Can I please get some Sekido smut please? If you can, can it be a bit short (i know some of your fics are long) with an afab reader!

PRETTY PLEASE. I will get on my knees. 😍

˚₊‧꒰ wanting desire.☆꒱‧₊˚.!

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 🍓 ୧・author note :: way to expose me anon,, i tried to keep it short, still ended up being long so you do have a point ;-;

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 🍷 ୧・pairing :: sekido x afab reader — {you/your pronouns}

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 💌 ୧・summary + word count :: after going so long without feeling eachother's touch, your beloved demon lost control and took you right then and there for a pleasurable night. + [1327] words. smut.

✧༉‧₊˚୨ ⚡ ୧・trigger warnings :: smut. degradation. sex in the wilderness. rough intercourse. edging. marking. biting. hickeys. grammatical errors || children please leave, 18+ content. proofread.

“A-ahh~! Sekido! Be gentler, please darling!” That’s all that was heard, the high pitch wail that stretched far throughout the quiet, serene atmosphere. A cry of pure pleasure that was, one that captivated such content and dispersed such need, desire, such utter thirst for the pleasure to have more. Your words were nothing but veritable lies.

Falsity. It was evident in the lewd expression that only remained permanently on your face, never leaving for even the smallest fraction of a second for the sheer lust you felt was too much to simply even emit from under those filthy lips of yours. Your face only crinkled as a wide grin plastered itself along your face; the feeling only grew increasingly and at a rapid rate.

You weren’t even sure if you were able to properly function at all at this rate. Your words were almost utter mush and gibberish rolled up together to form a stuttered mess filled with moans of passion and heavy, sharp breaths.

By the grace of God, you managed to utter a few words here or there but nothing one could truly make out at this rate. You didn’t like this feeling, it was all too much pleasure to be indulged in! But you can’t even deny it even if your entire existence honestly depended on it, it felt amazing.

Was this like a guilty pleasure to you at this point? Surely it had to be.

You could only wonder what lead you to this predicament. Was it your needs that became too much to bare? Was it the fact you haven’t felt in touch in which was absolute eons now? Truthfully, it just happened. But how could you complain about this sensation, it felt almost surreal yet so nostalgic again, your hot-tempered lover finally making the time to have one’s pleasure with his beloved human was surely a dream come true, to be frank.

Well, he had pent-up rage for how long now? I would assume those numbers wouldn’t matter nor did it need to, all that mattered was what was happening at present.

Sexual tension and so much anger that has been built up? Could you dream of anything better? His touch was so rough, like needles and so coarse yet you felt a sense of ease. Was it the endless amount of delight being washed over you tenfold by the moment?

So many questions, so few answers; but why would these questions need answers? You needed him and he needed you more than you could ever imagine. That's all the answers you needed.

“Fuck yeah, you damn whore- Take all my cock the fucking little slut you are for me,” the demon of anger deeply bellowed under his breath, his voice laced with lascivious and of course an animalistic nature as it snapped you back to reality instantly; your little mind bubble popped.

Your vision was a complete mess as everything became hazy and blurred as warm tears of pleasure welled up in your eyes like a little waterfall getting ready to pour down warm, salty tears at any moment.

The blush that deeply resembled your lover’s eyes tinted your cheeks with the rosy pigment rather nicely, complimenting your skin tone; the warmth of it being almost sickening as it could barely be controlled.

You felt the soft yet spikey grass underneath your body jab at your back once more like little fern-green needles from the earth. The glacier gust of the gale was almost chilling as it passed through the air aimlessly, almost as if it caressed your sweaty body, your nipples became chafed. Only pleasing the crimson eyes of the demon looming over you.

“Could you be any more slutty? What did I even get myself into? Do you even know what you are to me? A fucking cockslut that wants my dick, that’s what you are,” Sekido spoke once more this time, more arousal shrouding his words as he gripped your thighs that messily rested upon his mocha shoulders.

His sharp, serrated nails sink into your flesh as the further he tightens his grip, the mad man-like grin which permanently stained his face grew just a tad bit. He had stamina for days at this point, it felt like you two were at it for ages.

Your slimy walls just squeezed tightly around his meaty, fat length. “So sensitive..” that was more of a murmur from under his breath, however, utter excitement was laced through the words.

His thrusts we repetitive and had some sort of a rhythm to them, deep and consistent yet rough to the very last T. A perfect combination. Nor was he anything from slow and gentle, fast and filled with desire, but it felt passionate in some form or another.

Your cunt felt itself tightening further, more and more around his thick member that eagerly slammed into you continuously, not breaking rhythm for even the slightest second. “Mm- I’m gonna cum s-soon!” that's all you could muster to say, that wasn’t all gibberish controlled by satisfaction. Your body trembled by his every touch, and that's what he liked, what he loved, what he craved. Like a glutton, he was for your reactions and smutty little expressions.

“You fucking lil bitch, you like what daddy’s giving you, hm? Could you get any more dirty?” he teased you but more degradation was hinted. He was right, maybe you were but just for him, what’s the harm in it then? Really, what’s the harm in indulging in the bliss he provides for his darling slut?

Your obscured gaze didn’t help at all, the tears only continue to make this worse. However, you can make out a vague yet pleasant sight before you, the lovely form of your lover pounding deeply into your cunt, each thrust in an honest attempt to loosen your walls up.

His upper body was muscular but not over the top with muscles; his pecs were laced with various hickeys and bite marks so were his neck and collarbone, almost as if they were matching, but who’s to say you didn't look like you weren’t just attacked by an octopus.

Love bites were scattered along your entire figure, from your stomach to your neck. Peppered to perfection with many bites which marked what was his, you belong to him and him alone.

“Fuck- such a naughty whore, aren’t you?” he said playfully as salty sweat cascaded ever so slowly down his body. He felt himself getting closer and closer with each slam into your wet cunt he did. The throbbing became unbearable for him at this rate but you had to make a mess first.

Your nails seeped deeply into his mocha flesh, leaving behind little crescents implanted in his skin in their way. Your walls clamped harder in anticipation and so did your thighs tighten. The burning pool of heat and excitement built up steadily in the pit of your stomach as he whispered such filthy words into your ear. Words of such lust yet they were shaming you.

His thrusts were fierce and rough, no trace of him slowing down could be accounted for was detected as well. The immense pleasure was edging you so much to reach your final climax; it was all just too much. How could you not give him what he wanted when he was giving you more than enough?

It wasn’t long after you came all over him he that stuffed your wet, stretched-out centre completely. The thick but oozy consistency was to die for as it gradually spilt away from your poor hole. He was most certainly pleased as well, more or less proud as a matter of fact. He made you tremble beneath him and want his touch, pride definitely shot up in him at the sight of your abused cunt.

As the soft prattle of the stream close by filled the atmosphere, you knew, the night had only just begun for you.

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macbethsymphony · 14 days

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The Swordsman and the Blacksmith | Chapter 1

Roronoa Zoro x Reader

Chapter wc: 2.2k

Chapter rating: SFW

Content/Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Fem!Reader, Enemies to lovers, SLOW slow burn, Eventual smut

Summary: Your skills as a blacksmith have made you desirable to both the government and pirates. You know you have to leave this island if you want to escape your fate, but that doesn't make the choice of leaving any easier. Roronoa Zoro is intrigued by your skills as a blacksmith. Your work is like nothing he's ever seen before. Unfortunately, you're hot-headed and he's rude and you both definitely hate each other.

Slowly crossposting from AO3 Feel like binging the rest of it? it's all there!

Chapter 1: The understatement of the century

To say Roronoa Zoro was intrigued would be the understatement of the century. The straw hats had arrived at the peaceful island the day before. It was by far the most boring island they’d visited on their voyage. The small port town was serene, seemingly untouched by the chaos of the outside world. It was a refreshing change of pace for the crew after the usual turmoil of their adventures. They’d decided to spend a few days on land while the log pose set the way to their new adventure. They’d relax a little, take the time to stock up on provisions and perhaps even enjoy a bit of leisure time.

At first he’d thought it was a fluke. He’d been seated at the bar when the bar tender whipped out a black bladed knife to cut a lemon. It couldn’t be, could it? And yet as he continued to examine it from afar, the more certain he’d been. It was most definitely a haki infused blade. His eye had narrowed as he’d taken in the old pudgy bar tender. No. He was normal. There was no way he’d infused the blade with haki. Whatever. He’d given up on the mystery for the night. He was here to drink, it didn’t matter.

It was the next morning as he reluctantly accompanied the silly cook for his errands that the mystery hit him again. The merchants were all using haki infused tools. Hell, even the farmer they’d crossed was raking with a haki infused rake. This should in no way be possible. It took years of battle for haki to infuse permanently with a blade. One was a fluke, there was an insanely small probability that maybe a kitchen knife could be infused with haki through generations. But this? This was not a fucking fluke. He’d felt something drop in his stomach at the realization. There was someone on this island infusing every scrap of metal they could find with haki.

The sudden awareness of the sheer amount of haki infused objects on the island ignited Zoro’s curiosity like a blazing fire. He had to know. That evening, he asked the bartender. “Oi, that blade. Where’d you get it?”

“Oh, this old thing?” The portly man answered casually, as if it were the most ordinary knife in the world.

Zoro nodded encouraging the old man to continue.

“The witch made it,” he chuckled.

“Witch?” he asked incredulously.

“Well… She’s not exactly a witch. It’s just how the children refer to her,” he laughed heartily. “I bought this knife from our resident blacksmith. She can be a bit abrasive, but you won’t get a better knife anywhere else.” The old man twirled the knife in his hand, a fond look in his eyes. “I’ve had this one for years now, never had to sharpen it once. It’s just as sharp as the first day I used it.”

“Huh,” Zoro grunted in response.

“That’s right! They’re really amazing! If you want one of those, young man, you should go up the mountain to see her,” an older lady joined in to the conversation.

“Yes! It really is a must! You won’t find anything else like it,” another middle aged man sitting next to him added. “She always has a few good knives in stock.”

“She might chew you out though,” a younger woman added behind his back. “You never really know with her. It’s always a fifty-fifty chance,” the whole bar laughed at the comment. Clearly invested in the conversation. Comments and funny stories about their interactions with the ‘witch’ flowing through the tables.

“Up the mountain, huh?” Zoro muttered more to himself than anything.

“Aye, lad,” the bartender answered him. “But heed that warning. With her you never know whether she’ll sell you the knife or throw it at you.” Another wave of laughter went through the bar. Acclamations of ‘that’s right!’ and ‘true, true’ in agreement flowed around him.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” He downed his drink, a half-smile quirking his lips. He’d decided he’d find this ‘witch’. He had questions and he would get answers.

The next morning he’d woken up early. Robin had quirked an eyebrow in surprise as he’d entered the kitchen, sun still low on the horizon.

“Oh! Zoro!” Luffy had said between mouthfuls. “You going somewhere?”

Zoro grunted in response, his mind already set on the task ahead. “Yeah, I’m heading up the mountain” He replied tone resolute.

Luffy paused mid-bite, his expression shifting to curiosity. “What for?” He asked interest glinting in his eyes.

Zoro couldn’t help the faint smile twitching at his lips. “I’m gonna find a witch,” he said cryptically.

“A witch?” Robin inquired, setting down her book, evidently intrigued.

Sanji, who’d been quietly preparing breakfast, perked up at the mention. “You mean the blacksmith girl?” he interjected, a smile playing on his lips. “They say not only she’s talented but she’s a true beauty,” he added, hearts almost coming out of his eyes.

A ‘tsk’ escaped Zoro’s lips at the pervy cook’s reaction. “Yeah, that’s the one.”

“You better not spend all my money on some fancy blade,” Nami cut in, opening the door to the kitchen.

Zoro grunted in response.

Luffy with a full mouth asked “Can I come with?” He was clearly bored of doing nothing.

“Me too?” Robin added.

Zoro nodded in response. It didn’t really matter to him. He just had to put this mystery to rest.

Luffy swallowed down the mountain of food before him in one go. “Alright! Let’s go!” He declared excitedly with his signature grin marking his face.

“Don’t get lost!” Nami had screamed from the deck of the ship as the three of them made their way to the mountain path.

The trail was an arduous one but it wasn’t too hard to navigate. The air growing crisper and colder as they ascended. Robin led the way, chuckling at their captain’s tone-deaf singing. The scenery was nice, the quiet rustle of leaves and distant hum of birds accompanying their journey.

“Oi, Zoro, why do they call the blacksmith a witch?” Luffy asked along the way.

“Dunno,” Zoro replied.

“I heard some children say the witch puts magic in the metal she forges,” Robin answered instead. “Some of them say they could see black things floating around when she works. Others say it’s only the product of children’s imagination” She continued. “It’s a mystery really.”

“Ehh! “ Luffy interjected. “Magic huh, sounds interesting” he mused.

“It’s probably just haki,” Zoro added.

“Most likely, after all not everyone is able to see it” Robin agreed. “You see, Luffy, what’s actually the mystery is the concentration of haki infused objects in this town,” She carried on, all attention on her. “In archaeology, haki infused blades are an extremely rare find. They are very few and far in between. Zoro probably knows more than me on the subject,” She eyed him a small smile on her lips. “But it takes a lot of skill both from the person forging the blade and the swordsman wielding the blade for it to become permanently infused with haki.”

Zoro nodded, confirming her suspicions.

“Now what is actually strange here is” She took a pause, trying to find the right words. “While haki infused blades are found here and there, haki infused daily objects have never been heard of.” She stopped in her tracks, looking at Zoro, a serious look in her eyes as she finished. “And this town is practically overflowing, with haki infused objects. Knives, rakes, sewing needles, even nails. Name it it’s probably there. It makes no sense really.”

“Is that so?” Luffy said. “I’m not sure I understand, but it sure does sound interesting,” he continued ahead on the path. “I wonder if she’s a good witch or a bad one,” he mused, Robin’s explanation going right over his head.

Zoro and Robin exchanged an amused look. A small sigh escaping their lips as they continued up the mountain.

It didn’t take long for Luffy to scream back at them. “Oi, I see a house! Hurry up you guys!”

As Zorro and Robin rejoined Luffy, they spotted a tall frail looking woman exiting a building. Something was clearly wrong, she had a hurt look in her eyes, her pace slightly off. Before they could stop him. Luffy was already shouting, “Hey! You! Are you the witch?”

The interruption seemed to snap her out of whatever trance she’d been in, blood coming back to her rosy cheeks. A soft smile plastered her lips. “Me?” She asked, amusement clear in her voice. She laughed, a clear cheerful din travelling in the crisp morning air. “Gods, no. That would be my sister.”

“That so? Why is she called a witch?” Luffy asked, no tact as usual.

She chuckled. “I’m not sure” She pondered. “Maybe it’s because of her temper, maybe it’s because of her skills as a blacksmith. Not everyone can see her magic after all.” She added in a sing song. It was clear to Robin that the young woman was the one entertaining the children’s fantasies.

“Is she here? I realllly want to see a witch,” Luffy probed. “I’m Luffy by the way. I’m gonna become the king of the pirates.”

“What?” The young woman laughed, incredulous at the captain’s antics. “I’m Mary.” She answered the introduction. “My sister is in her workshop, I wouldn’t recommend going in there though, she’s in a really bad mood today.”

None of the straw hats heard the second half of the sentence. Following their captain in the workshop instead.

To say the past few months had been hell to you would be the understatement of the century. You weren’t sure if you wanted to cry or scream. Your hammer clanked against the block of steel you were working. You were in a really bad mood. Enraged, would be more appropriate. You were aware your strikes were a touch too hard, risking the steel to settle wrong. You didn’t really care; anger clouded your eyes. Tears of fury threatening to blur your sight.

At first it’d been a captain from the navy. He’d offered some kind of contract from the government. You’d politely refused him, you were no government dog. But the bastard had simply turned away and said they’d be back. Then it had been fucking pirates. One after the other, you’d refused them. Ain’t no way you’d serve under thieving assholes either. But then. Then, a fucking admiral had shown up on your door. You scowled as his sleezy smile made its way in your mind. You’d told him no. He’d told you he’d pick you up in a month. Before he’d gone, he’d given you a wanted poster with your face on it. 1 Billion berries, it said. Dead or alive, it said. The threat was clear, refuse the government’s offer again and they were going to make sure you’d regret it. AND THEN. As if that wasn’t enough, a Yonko… A FUCKING YONKO, had strolled in your workshop as soon as the sleezy son of a bitch had left and asked you to join his crew. Admittedly you might have snapped, thrown a few knives and foul words his way. But the red-haired jerk had simply laughed and said he’d be back soon.

The one-month limit was nearing the end. You sighed.

“(Y/n)! Are you listening to me?” Mary, your sister, asked, sitting on a stool at the other end of your workshop.

“What?” you snapped at her not stopping your work. The rhythmic clank of your hammer on steel the only thing keeping you sane.

“I’m just saying, maybe you should reconsider that last offer. He didn’t seem like a bad guy, and you know the next time the Navy docks here, they won’t give you a choice.” She tried to plead with you.

“I’m not going to serve under a fucking Yonko,” your answer was final and she knew it. Still, she flinched at your tone, brows furrowing angrily.

“Why are you always such a bonehead,” she shouted at you. “At this point, your stubbornness is going to be what’s going to kill you. You need to leave this place!”

The next clang of your hammer was definitely too hard, leaving a deep dent in the hot steel. You didn’t stop even though the block was most definitely ruined. You’d have to re-melt it later. It didn’t matter. The outrage you felt at the situation started to border on fury. The air around you felt heavy, red crackling lightning-like filaments joining the threads of black flowing around you and into the steel.

“(Y/n),” You heard Mary plead. You saw her start to sway a little, her face beginning to blanch. “Stop! You know I can’t breathe when you get like that” She tried to calm you.

You couldn’t. The only thing in your head was that poster. 1 Billion berries. Fuck. You almost wished you could hand yourself in for that amount of berries. The sleezy asshole would be back soon. The atmosphere around you crackled more intently. The rage simmering under your skin threatened to boil over.

“Get. The. Fuck. Out. Then.” You answered, each word punctuated by the clank of your hammer.

Even looking only from the corner of your eye, the hurt was clear on her face. The pace of her footsteps was uneven, threatening to crumble under the oppressiveness of your haki. You sighed, guilt temporarily flooding your heart. You’d apologize later.

Next Chapter →

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trashytoastboi · 14 days

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Day of Sloth - Belphegor

~NSFW Alphabet ~

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Warning: NSFW content ahead (Whole bunch of this and that)

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

⭐️ He’s very sleepy afterwards, uses most of energy just staying up or at the very least teaching you a lesson if you doubt his skills. It’s normal for Belphie to just take a quick breather and short nap before he can do anything. More than no aftercare it’s just a little delayed, unless it was particularly rough or taxing. His aftercare is making sure you’re comfortable, comfort and rest is tantamount. He will look after you with soft affections, affirmations and loving whispers that ground you back in the present after he fucked you into oblivion. Belphie is very aware about how his size takes a toll on your body (Honestly was your surprise the first time because you weren’t expecting it) and he kisses all the bruises he leaves from grabbing you too hard when he’s really into it.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners.)

⭐️ Like isn’t really something he can put to his own body but if he had to choose something, he’d probably choose his tail. It’s neat, he likes how it can be honest for him when Belphie is unable to. How it serves to seek you out, and how you love it when it wraps around you. Sometimes protectively but more to keep you from running away while he’s drilling himself in deeper, forcing the cock you love so much deeper and harder than before. He gets more feral with every thrust listening to your moans or how you think stealthily crawling away from him would go unnoticed. As for you, that question is difficult- he loves ALL of you however if there's one place that just takes the cake for him- it’s your thighs. Why? They’re multipurpose. He watches his fingers sink into the soft flesh while he keeps you nice and spread for him, or how good they feel when he’s grabbing them tight to keep you in place, how plush they feel when they’re trapping his head between your legs. Best of all- he can take the most amazing nap on them afterwards.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

⭐️ Given his sloth disposition he actually finds it messy and effort to pull out just to cum on you so he’s all for cumming inside- whether it’s your mouth or otherwise. He doesn’t want his cum to go to waste either, he, out of all the brothers was the last one you really expected to have a low key breeding kink but here we are. He’s polite enough to mind what he eats for when he’s anticipating making you swallow, trying to give you something that doesn’t taste all that bad. He’d know- he’s tasted himself on your lips after you finished sucking him off. The thing that caught you off guard the first time Belphie decided to cum inside was the sheer amount- you didn’t think it could make you feel any fuller than you were already feeling stuffed with his whole cock that he insistently thrust into you even after you begged him to slow down and give you a break, but he wanted to cum and ignored your pleas for a break, you could hold on for one more surely.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs.)

⭐️ Belphie had hinted at something, albeit playfully. Maybe that’s why you didn’t take him seriously. He gave you permission, approval- telling you that even if he’s sleeping you could take what you needed from him. Had by some chance you woken up in the middle of the night, feeling that demanding ache between your legs he wanted nothing more than to be used by you. The idea of it was just so hot to Belphie the mere idea of it made him hard just with mere mention. Belphie kept waiting and waiting, pretending to fall asleep and when that wasn’t enough to push you over the edge of convincing he'd intentionally rile you up only to leave you high and dry. He’d conveniently go to sleep, subtly reminding you that it’s okay. To his disappointment you didn’t seem to do that. After days of Belphie’s routine of working you up and letting you down, you snapped. Belphie did give you permission so it wouldn’t be bad would it? After he fell “asleep”, you listened to his breathing to make sure he really was asleep when you straddled him, it took everything in Belphie not to moan. He could feel the way you moved your hips with desperation but control so not to wake him up, how you muffled all your adorable sounds and softly bite your lip while soft little squeaks and whimpers came through. It took everything for him to not thrust up into you and make you into a loud moaning mess. He’d never tell you, but he was never actually asleep but he sure loved how cute you were when you thought he was.

E = Experienced (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

⭐️ Well previously he didn’t really have romance or relationships on his list of priorities- at all. He had better things to do, or so he’ll tell you. So sex just wasn’t a concern for him, sure he had the urges, but nothing he couldn't take care of himself . He only really felt desire for another person after meeting you. Something about you churned and stirred unfamiliar feelings and desires in Belphie. He was a virgin - keyword was. Until you came along and changed that, he’s got very little experience. In fact, no one else except you unless you want to count him listening to Asmo’s TMI rambles. He makes up for experience with being an incredibly fast and eager learner, he quickly makes up for it. Had you not known you would have thought Belphie had a decent amount of experience under his belt with the way he expertly handles your body. Much to your irritation that he can so easily toy with your body and bring you to pleasure or frustration. He’s so eager to learn all about your tastes and kinks, all the while finding out about his own at the same time.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

⭐️ Cowgirl - Belphie loves this position mostly because it puts him in the perfect position to lay back in the comfort of his pillows and blankets, watching how you ride him, how your body moves and every gasp and moan that tumbles from your open mouth as you lean your head back feeling how he fills you so well. ♡ He loves it, just letting you take control moving however you want, but what he really loves is those little frustrated whines when you need Belphie to make you cum because you couldn’t do it alone. It’s the perfect position when he wants to be a pillow princess- no pun intended.

⭐️ Reverse Cowgirl - For almost the same reasons as cowgirl but this one has a little more charm to it, when Belphie can reach up and entangle his hands in your hair while he pulls you back so your back rests against his chest. He whispers filthy things to you in the sweetest voice while his hand toy with your body while he encourages you to keep being good for him.

⭐️ Side by Side - Perfect position for when he’s feeling a little sleepy, can snuggle you, slipping inside while he buries his face in your neck, pressing inconsistent kisses while he sloppily thrusts inside while holding you nice and close, sometimes he does this while half asleep.

⭐️ Missionary - For the times when Belphie feels like he has the energy to take the reigns, well you already know you won’t be walking the next day. Belphie has no chill, when he gets in the mood to take over it’s so intense that all you can do is hold on for dear life.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc)

⭐️ 6/10 He keeps things light hearted, unintentionally but he does make little silly comments that elicit a chuckle or two from you. He utters compliments between kisses or gives sarcastic quips to something you said. Some of the things he says when he’s sleepy is so funny, it’s unhinged. You’d have to take a moment to regain composure when you’re giggling over something he said. Blephie will pout, making sure he gets his point across when he sinks his teeth into your shoulder and pick up the pace until he’s fucked you out. It gives you whiplash when he goes from silly and funny to suddenly serious, he enjoys it seeing how quickly he can change your mind.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc)

⭐️ Neatly trimmed and well kept. Little happy trail leading down, same colour as his hair but what surprised you was the singular strip of white it’s completely natural but Belphie gets embarrassed by it even though you tell him it looks cute. He’s admitted quite bashfully that he’s attempted to dye it but it wouldn’t take and just grew back the exact same way.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

⭐️ He loves the intimacy, the closeness is the best part of it. Even if you’re just having a quickie Belphie makes it feel so intimate. He likes holding you close whether in a gentle or rough way he just needs you close to him, he always grabs you with an undertone of urgency and desperation as if you’d run away from him otherwise. If he’s in his demon form his tail wraps around you affectionately. He loves being close as he fucks into you, or just pleasuring you in general when he shares your warmth, listening to all the little moans, broken words and whimpers that spill from your mouth. It drives him wild when he feels you holding onto him, if you caress or kiss him first he loves it so much. Sometimes he just wants to enjoy the moment and will slow down as if to appreciate everything about you, silently worshiping you as he takes you. He loves giving you lots of kisses and nuzzling into you while he utters little mentions of how much he loves you, appreciating the softness of your touch and care he just lives for it.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

⭐️ Sometimes Belphie needs a little something before bed just to ensure a deeper sleep (Or so he says, he surprisingly acts shy when you ask him about it) He doesn’t need much, obviously it would feel soooo much better if you were with him but you’re not so he’ll take care of it himself. If he’s able he’d want to hear your voice on call if you’re too far away from him, even if you didn’t know what he was doing on the other side of the call hearing you would make it feel all the more real. He closes his eyes to get comfortable, leaning his head back into the pillows while he thinks about you. It’s your hands sliding down his sides, slipping in the waistband of his pants. He knows it’s not your hands though- his hands aren’t as soft as yours, nor does he have the patience to imitate the way you tease him, forcing him to anticipate your touch while building him up with steady frustration. He runs hand down his cock, he hisses softly and lets out a groan as he pictures you next to him being the one who touches him, whispering all your love and sin in his ears until he finally cums all over his hand. He gets a little annoyed with the mess but he feels better in one way but his craving for you just went up again.

K = Kink (One or more of the kinks)

⭐️ Among the many that Belphie has there’s three worth mentioning as top of the list:

⭐️ Somnophilia - Goes both ways, he likes seeing how sweet you are when you’re all sleepy and needy for him, loves when you do it to him too. With permission of course otherwise Belphie would never have done it. It took a lot for him to discuss doing it with you but you thankfully agreed.

⭐️ Edging - More of a preference for himself, he likes it when you edge him, but he edges himself too. Used to do it unknowingly until you explained it and he got to learn about how to do it better. Prefers to make you cum but sometimes enjoys seeing just how needy and desperate you can get you wanna cum.

⭐️ Endytophilia - Aka being partially clothed/ wearing clothes. Purely because Belphie is too lazy to undress himself, and sometimes he’s really impatient and just wants you right away so clothes are only pushed aside/pulled down enough to get the job done. He’s seen you wearing his clothes and blames that for the development of this kink. He LOVES fucking you while you’re wearing his clothing something about seeing you biting down on the sleeve of his sweater while he pounds into you just makes him go feral.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

⭐️ Favorite location is his bed, although Belphie has two. One in the attic and one in his shared bedroom with Beel. Although the former is the better option since he wouldn’t want to disturb his twin with the ruckus the two of you were going to cause. Belphie is a creature of comfort and prefers his own familiar spaces compared to anywhere else. He feels like he can focus more on you if he’s not worried about someone walking in and the like. He’s not exactly jumping at the idea of public sex but wouldn’t oppose it if it's what you wanted, he’d be more than happy to oblige if you wanted to try for the thrill of it. But at the end of the day he’s just way happier in his own confined space. Although he’s comfortable with the compromise of doing it somewhere in the House of Lamentation, as he considers it a familiar space. It’s risky but it’s just his brothers so if they walk in then oh well. ¯\_(��)_/¯

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?)

⭐️ Intimate contact, and suggestive touches. Those subtle hints you drop when you look at him a certain way, when your fingers run through his hair as you pull him in for a kiss that lasts a little too long to be considered innocent. You’re usually a little too shy to outright say what you want unless you’re very worked up and raring to go, mostly it’s those little hints that Belphie loves pretending not to notice or know what you mean. He’ll just bat his eyes at you “I don’t know what you want unless you tell me.” He’ll say so sweetly and unsuspecting when that tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth gives away the lie. You also know that the trump card is to kiss his neck and ears, if he’s in demon form then playing with his horns and tail are surefire ways to get him going. Also- SOUNDS. If you let anything that remotely sounds like a little whine or whimper out, it makes him remember just how you sound when you’re in the throes of pleasure and it brings all the memories back.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

⭐️ Things like impact play, choking and anything too rough have been off the table. He doesn’t want to hurt you, he’s given you a spank here and there or a hair pull but it’s hardly enough to be considered painful. The idea of hurting you brings up unpleasant memories of how he treated you in the past and things he still regrets. No matter how you reassure him and tell Belphie that you’ve forgiven him; he won’t forgive himself for hurting you. It’s another reason he doesn’t like getting rough- and rough meaning he lets go of all of his brakes. If you get too rough he’ll calm you down in gentle ways, he’s overly cautious, even when he seems really in the moment he’s still aware EXACTLY how he’s handling you. Belphie has never allowed himself to fully lose control and doesn’t plan to, even if you’re willing to experiment if he thinks there is any risk to you he won’t do it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

⭐️ Likes giving and receiving with more emphasis on giving. He enjoys that he could be snuggling with you one minute then have his face buried between your thighs the next driving you to another orgasm with nothing other than his mouth while you’re losing your mind. He smirks at how easy it is, knowing that it’s him making you babble nonsense while you cum again. Plus a bonus it doesn’t expend that much energy. It helps that he’s reallllly good at it. So good in fact that he can confidently do it in his sleep. The amount of times you've eventually gotten so overstimulated and had your pleas fall on deaf ears only to push him away and discover that he had fallen asleep doesn’t even surprise you anymore with how commonplace it’s become. As for receiving; Belphie doesn’t feel right if he’s the only one to receive, he enjoys doing it for you but to be the only one to receive just doesn't sit right with him so he’ll insist on a little 69 ;)

⭐️ Although if you were to insist it was a little treat just for him he’d accept, loving the way your pretty lips wrap around his cock as he thrusts lazily into your mouth and looking down at you to see your face while you look up at him lovingly.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc)

⭐️ Slow, sensual and soft. He’s gentle as a default, and will go a little harder if you beg him to. Nothing too hardcore though, he likes being gentle with you. To convey all his love and need in a physical manner when he gets into it. His gentle pace still doesn't change the fact that his size takes it out of you and if he picks up the pace even just a little more than the norm oh you know about it. He’s aware of himself, and never goes too crazy but he has moments when you just feel too damn good clamping down on him like that. He just has to pick up the pace a little and sink in a little deeper just so he can see your expression when he’s hitting your favourite spot over and over again. Sometimes his pace can frustrate you when it feels like you’re being kept on the edge for too long. You’d be getting antsy and impatient trying to move yourself but he’d hold you in place giving you kisses and nuzzling against you. Whimpering into your mouth while he lavishes your body with attention, every slow and intentional thrust aimed to pleasure and entice. Even if it takes a little bit, trust him- he’ll get you there. Afterall who doesn’t like slow burn.

Q = Quickie (They opinions on quickies, how often etc)

⭐️ It’s not that he can’t do quickies, however, they’re too…well, quick for his taste. He likes to maximize the time spent with you and enjoy it fully without having to rush. He treasures you and he likes taking time to show you just how much he appreciates you. Belphie feels that quickies don’t give him adequate time to do that but of course if you’re begging him to get you off before heading to RAD he’ll gladly do so, no questions asked. Will be honest when he sees you getting down straight to business it’s pretty hot to see how domineering you can be when there’s something you want. There’s no teasing touches or sweet kisses, nothing but your unbridled pleads and rushed actions as you try to urge Belphie to hurry.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc)

⭐️ Belphie enjoys experimenting and finding new things together with you. It might become something you both love or hate but at least you tried, the only things that Belphie is reluctant towards is things that involve potentially hurting you. He won’t do it, and if he compromises then he’ll do the most gentle of said thing. You appreciate he’s trying and well there’s so much to try that you didn’t miss it. Roleplay? Done it- loved it, will probably do it again. Bondage- Belphie has insane talent as a rigger which was surprising for BOTH of you to say the least. It's enjoyable knowing that you can bring up something new you want to try out and Belphie is usually eager to try.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

⭐️ Hard to get a super accurate understanding of Belphie’s stamina as he prefers taking things slower, even going as far as edging himself until he finally breaks. He’s not really good at going for consecutive rounds as he usually gets super sleepy after he finishes. Sometimes he can push for a second round but hardly ever. If he does go for the second round he’s even more lackadaisical and sleepy however if he has a short rest he’ll find the energy to go again with a little more vigor. Even though he can’t do multiple rounds he lasts quite a long time so usually don’t need the second one because you’re already all fucked out by that time.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or on themselves?)

⭐️ Discovered an unexpected love for toys, both on himself and on you. Belphie gets excited thinking about everything they can do- I mean there are just so many with different functions, gimmicks and abilities. Like when he’s holding you from behind, thrusting his cock up into you, pressing the vibrator right against you while you squeal in delight trying to push it away because of being so sensitive already. Belphie will sweetly beg for you to cum for him again and again. Belphie also loves watching you use them on yourself, watching how you can pleasure yourself while whining for him and using a toy that feels nowhere as good but will still get the job done. He lays back stroking himself while gazing upon the show you put on for him. Bonus points if he’s taking a video for him to replay again when he needs it.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease?)

⭐️ He is a tease unintentionally, Belphie just likes to take his time. Whether or not you’re losing your mind over how slow he is going or not. He’ll get you all hot and bothered for him, praising you between every little kiss and touch, feeling his own sense of urgency so he’s rutting against your thigh enjoying the miniscule amount of friction it provides. Oh but Belphie has patience and keeps it up until you’re the one pouncing on him. Belphie likes providing more than anything but he also really likes how cute and needy you can get when you’re begging to cum, sometimes he just wants to prolong it a little.

V = Volume (How loud they are? What sounds they make? Etc)

⭐️ Belphie is not very loud, mostly soft gasps, whimpers and a few moans spattered in between. He likes making you get loud for him though. Overall Belphie is pretty soft volume wise, there’s no real reason for him to get so loud. He just holds you close and speaks in whispers. You’ll know when he’s close because his voice gets really breathy and whiny when he’s about to cum. Although Belphie does hold his voice back a lot and suppresses his sounds. You’ve noticed that he does get embarrassed on the off chance his voice gets a little louder than the norm or when he actually lets out a proper moan, but watching him bite his lip as he holds back is so cute.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character?)

⭐️ You noticed a little habit whenever Belphie is in demon form, he’ll nuzzle a lot more whether it’s against you, the bed, just anywhere. You didn’t understand it at first until you discovered how incredibly sensitive his horns are and his nuzzling is when he’s rubbing his horns against something for friction. When you found out you touched his horns and heard the loudest sound from Belphie yet and how flustered he looked when you touched. He was buried so deep inside you, not moving while you stroked his horns until he came- it’s your favorite thing to do now. Whenever he’s in demon form you’ll just reach up and play with his horns.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes?)

⭐️ One of the more surprising things for you was definitely Belphie’s size, length and girth wise. It wasn’t to say you were expecting him to be on the smaller side but it was just surprising. Thicker going down towards the base, has a little piercing (Most unexpected from Belphie) argues he got it just for the sake of it, there was no real reason but you seem to like it so he keeps it.

⭐️ Any changes for his demon form? Oh honey…Yes and you discovered this when he accidentally shifted while inside you. You got to feel just how he seemed to get thicker, there weren't any super drastic differences aside from how it got thicker, took on a more comical purple colour towards the base and seemed to get more prominent veins that you could definitely feel.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

⭐️ 4/10 - Belphie doesn’t have a very intense sex drive. He will go for any chance to be intimate but not for the sexual aspect more along the lines of just wanting to be close with you. If we’re talking pure lust then he’s mostly willing to ignore the urge unless he was imagining you and got himself worked up. Can ignore it when he’s alone unless you’re willing to visit him then he’ll act all desperate and clingy, borderline begging you to come over and spend some time with him.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)

⭐️ Well…Falling asleep during isn’t exactly rare for Belphie either. After he finishes it’s almost instantaneous that he falls asleep, you can try to keep him up but he’ll be so eepy and out of it that you almost start to feel bad for him. He likes listening to you talk to him, pillow talk is a little one sided because he’s nodding off next to you just listening to your voice while it lulls him into a restful sleep until he gets up to finally get around to cleaning up and the rest of it.

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steve betting if he wins in 8 ball then he’ll fuck you on the pool table and if you win idk just this thought is all I think abt

this !! this right here, is amazing. it’s lovely.

c.w. 18+ content , afab reader, spitting , semi public sex (kind of) , breeding kink if u squint

“stripes?” steve hummed, lining the tip of the stick up with the cue ball.

he peered up at you with that obnoxious steve smile, trying to get the aim just right so he can win this round.

“solids.” you shrugged, stirring the foamy contents of your drink with your index finger.

he sucked down a groan, clenching his jaw, pursing his pretty pink lips— driven crazy watching the way you sucked the foam off your finger. took everything in you not to giggle at his reaction.

it’s been two games and he still hasn’t won, but he’s determined. the party had wound down quite a bit, everyone but you and steve were outside at the pool. at this point, part of you wanted to just drop this silly bet and go out there with everyone else— but since you’d offered steve such a prize, that prize being the opportunity to finally fuck you, he wouldn’t let up until he won.

truthfully, you said it as a joke. though, watching steve get so hellbent on it made you interested in how much he’d be willing to do just to get his hands on you.

he hit the cue ball and as you guessed, he pocketed two solids. one and seven.

“told ya. “ you smiled, watching him carry on until eventually he missed.

“three on the first try, not too bad.” steve hummed, propping himself up against the corner of the table.

it was your turn this time, going after the stripes, pocketing four in a row.

steve started to lose a bit of hope, but that wasn’t gonna stop him from trying. one thing that kept his morale up was the view of your legs when you hovered over the table. the tight fitting dress you wore hiked up a dangerous amount, if you bent forward any further he’d be able to see all of you.

the thought alone made his cock ache— images of you bent over the billiards table getting stuffed full of his cum filled his mind, pushing his competitive drive farther than ever.

the game carried on and steve was not letting up, somehow managing to pocket every single one of the solids in just three turns. it was amazing how focused he became when he realized that you were his winning prize.

steve knocked the 8-ball into the final pocket, turning to look at you with a devilish grin. you stood a bit frozen, stomach fluttering at the way he looked at you. his big brown eyes drinking in every last bit of you.

“i win.” he boasted, stepping forward to close the distance between the two of you.

the added closeness caused your breath to catch, confidence wavering just a bit. steve was careful not to touch you yet, reaching for the red plastic cup in your hand.

“took you long enough.” you smiled, watching him grab the cup from you to take a sip.

“was piece a cake.” steve shrugged, knocking back another sip before speaking again. “now, where’s my prize?”

you didn’t quite know how to answer that— immediately looking over your shoulder to see if anyone was paying attention to the two of you in the pool house. there was nothing but a sliding glass door and a some sheer curtains keeping you guys from the rest of the party.. but a deal’s a deal. doubt anyone would notice anyway.

looking back to steve, you swallowed a breath, trying to offer back the same amount of charm.

“yours for the taking.” you nodded, motioning your hands up and down by your sides, welcoming any advances he might make.

his hand immediately reached out to grab at your chin, pulling you forward to press his lips to yours. the taste of beer lingered between your mouths, the kiss that started off soft and sweet quickly became hungry. his pillowy soft lips worked against yours, tongues licking over each other. it was sloppy, sloppier than you’d expected from steve— though you didn’t mind at all.

“here.” he mumbled against you, leaning back to hold the cup up to his mouth.

he took another swig but this time did not swallow, still holding onto your chin he slotted his thumb between your lips to encourage your mouth open. leaning over you, waiting for you to get what he was after. which you did immediately, tilting your head further back, widening your mouth. he hummed watching you give in so quickly, spitting a mix of saliva and beer into your mouth.

“swallow—“ he smiled, pushing your jaw closed, kissing your lips again when you did what you were told. “there we go, good job.“

he tossed the now empty cup on the ground next to the other mess of discarded cups and beer cans, reaching for your waist. big warm hands held you tightly, walking until your back was pressed against the pool table. the hands on your waist traveled down to your thighs, hoisting them up so you were sat on the wood edge.

“all this just for me.” steve hummed against your skin, kissing across your jaw and down your neck.

his hands eagerly pawed at your body, trying to feel as much of you as possible. your chest, down to your thighs, and back up. warm fingertips pressed lightly into every part of you, causing you to spill a few whimpers.

“steve.” you whined, thighs coming up to squeeze around his hips.

he didn’t need much else, hearing the desperation in your voice made his jeans tighten. his height allowing him to perfectly line his denim covered cock with your cunt, rocking his hips forward against it. steve could feel the heat emanating off your covered mound, a wetness beginning to coat the thin lace that adorned it.

“i know, baby. gotta be patient… wanna savor you.” he cooed, still kissing over your skin.

as sweet as it was, you two didn’t have the time to savor each other. truthfully, you were too eager to wanna go slowly. also a bit on edge about the unlocked door keeping you separate from the slew of people. your sensitive bud pressed against the thick seam of his jeans, hips rocking just enough to create a delicious friction. you swore you could feel his thick cock pulsing against you, begging to be set free from the restraint.

“please.” you whined again, thighs hooked around his waist, arms wrapping around his body. you clung to steve, desperate to feel more.

maybe it was your desperation that pushed him forward, or perhaps it was the feeling of your warm wet arousal seeping through his jeans— but he couldn’t wait anymore. grinding against you wasn’t enough. he needed to feel you around him.

given the way your body wrapped around his, he didn’t do much undressing. reaching between your bodies he pressed the heel of his palm flat against your cover mound, giving it a few strokes before pushing the lace aside. he slid his fingers between your slick folds, fingers coating themselves in shiny wet arousal. the feeling of him toying with your cunt making you shudder.

“pussy’s wet for me, already?” he taunted, bringing his fingers up to draw light circles around the swollen button. chuckling quietly at the way you jolted from the contact.

the sounds of the party could be heard along with the wet squelch of his fingers toying with your cunt. the more he touched you, the less you seemed to worry about the risk of being caught. far more focused on getting him to fill you. focused was a bad way of putting it. more like, much too dazed by the feel of his hands on you. much too eager for his cock to care.

steve didn’t make you wait much more, undoing his jeans , tugging them down around his thighs. his big heavy cock falling out. the ruddy tip beaded with arousal, shaft thick and pulsing. if you had more time you’d have dropped to your knees. practically drooling at the sight of how fat his cock was.

he gave it a few short tugs, hissing quietly at the feel of his palm pressing against the tender head. he smeared some of the wetness around before grabbing the veiny base, lining his cock up with your slick and swollen pussy. the mushroomy tip slipping between your folds, taunting you a bit as he rubbed it over the engorged peak.

“tell me what you want.” steve instructed, forehead pressed against yours, tip of his cock circling your swollen clit.

“please fuck me, steve. please.” you sounded more desperate than you’d intended, unable to control the noises that followed when he began to torment you.

he smiled feeling the bud throb against him, dragging the end of his cock down until it was aligned with your weeping opening. his hands found your thighs, widening them some so that he could begin to ease his way in. his hips sunk forward slowly, forcing every bit inside of your tight wet hole. the stretch of him pulling a loud cry from you.

“fuck— “ he grunted, his stuttering a bit, your cunt squeezing him tighter than he’d expected. “feel me stretching you open?”

you couldn’t respond too much with words, whining back at him. the stretch burned, but with that stretch you craved more. your hands held onto his torso, fingernails digging lightly into the covered skin of his back.

finally, he started to fuck into you. bringing his hips back until just the very tip was still inside, slamming them forward forcing every fat inch back into you. the sudden swiftness of his thrusts nearly making you squeal.

“oh my god, steve!” you mewled, head tilting back, mouth hung open.

he had to get a handle on the sounds you made, not wanting to be interrupted because you couldn’t shut yourself up. he brought one hand up to stuff two fingers in your mouth. the tips of his index and middle fingers gagging you a bit. hips ruthlessly slamming into you, spongey tip prodding against your gummy walls.

“it’s like you want them to hear you.” he groaned, cock twitching inside you. “want them to hear how well you take my cock, hm?”

hearing him speak made your stomach turn— thinking about getting caught shouldn’t have made you more wet but that’s exactly what it did. so much arousal gushed out of you it was starting smear all over him. the curly patch of hair at the base of his cock matted down by the wetness.

“pussy’s so fucking wet, shit, who knew you were such a messy little thing?” he continued to torment, shoving his fingers farther into your mouth.

you gurgled around him, spit collecting at the corners of your mouth. stars began to sprinkle in your vision with every harsh thrust that pressed right into your spot. the spot that made gone toes curl in your shoes and your thighs quiver.

feeling you somehow manages to squeeze even tighter, steve could tell you were getting there. the feeling of your slick hole clenching down around his cock brought him to his edge alongside you.

“gonna let me cum in this pretty pussy?” steve wondered, finally pulling his fingers from your mouth.

the minute your mouth was free you reached for him. hand grabbing the back of his neck, pulling him down into a slobbery kiss while your hips humped against his. trying your best to bring it out of him. you’d never been so eager before. normally wouldn’t even think of letting someone cum in you.

“yes, yes, fill me. please,” you moaned into his mouth, hoping the words came out enough for him to hear them.

the slam of his heavy cum filled balls slammed against you echoed— they were sticky with slick,hitting against your ass with every rutt of his hips. they tightened, full of cum that was dying to land itself inside you.

he didn’t need much more encouragement, reaching between you to begin rubbing harsh circles over your puffy clit. the added sensation pulling sobs from you. couldn’t even control the climax that crashed into you.

“oh fuck! oh my god— steve.. “ you choked the words out, pins and needles filling every inch of your body.

there was a mess of slick that gushed out of you, that added wetness bringing steve to his end just seconds after. hot ropes shooting into you, his thrusts not yet faltering, wanting to fuck every inch of it into you. he didn’t say much beyond shit, shit, shit.

steve stayed inside you for a minute after, keeping your hole plugged to keep the cum inside for as long as he possibly could. once both of you had settled from trembling, he eased his way out, causing you to wince from the emptiness.

there was an icky feeling, his warm load still inside your freshly fucked cunt. he didn’t give it any time to leak, pulling your panties that had been pushed aside back over the slick mound to keep his remnants spilling down your thighs.

“couldn’t have asked for a better prize.” steve smiled, stepping back to pull his jeans and underwear back up over his sticky cock.

you hopped off the table, frowning a bit at the feeling of the cum still in you. it had started to leak slowly. pooling in the already wet pair of underwear you wore.

“hey,” steve spoke, reaching forward to help you straighten your clothes back out. “we should get back out there, im sure they’re missing us.”

“but” you pouted, clenching your legs together. “i need to go get cleaned up.”

he shook his head no, reaching between your legs to press the wet fabric against you. “want you to wear it out there. can you do that, for me? part of my prize.”

you were hesitant but nodded. wondering if they’d be able to tell what just happened, hoping that wasn’t the case— though you swore you could hear the wetness between your legs with each step you took towards the exit.

steve could hear it too.

#casey writes #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington blurb

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rockstar!jk mini series: [1/?] paris

a/n: it is here, and it has not been proofread. i am so sorry for the lack of content on my part but i promise i will make it up to you guys. next one’s in new yawkkkkk

warnings: mean!jk makes his return, unprotected sex (if u do this i will end it all), fucking within the first hour of knowing somebody, degradation, a bitttt of dacryphilia, FINALLY WROTE OC SUCKING JK OFF, riding... dirty talk, i think that’s it. oh and an obscene amount of petnames.

wc: 4.6k

the first time you meet jungkook is in paris.

it happens after the show, one that you’re sure you won’t be ever have the capacity to forget, one that affirms every piece of media ever romanticizing this city because fuck, do amazing things happen here.

you don’t get to think about the performance too much, just barely processing the way the lead singer had stared you down during the set, the glide of his fingers over the strings of his guitar, the sweat on his arms and the way the stage lights beat down on the ink covering his skin; just barely processing how stunning he looked, and how you’re barely even drunk but would still do anything to get him to look at you like that again.

when you make your way to the bar, comically slow and still a bit dazed from all the eye-fucking and the performance that was practically sex personified, there’s a security guard right there who almost seems to be judging your every move, eyes flitting down the expanse of your body as though he’s inspecting you for something. there’s a leather jacket draped over his uniform-clad arm, complete with patches similar to something an 80s actor would wear, complete with a cigarette hanging from their lips. it sure as hell doesn’t belong to you, and you open your mouth to tell him that, but he beats you to it.

“ma’am, this is for you.”

you don’t hear him clearly at first, and when you do, it’s hard to make the conclusion that he is indeed speaking to you. you whip your head around to see who else this man could possibly be asking to take this jacket, but he doesn’t let you dwell on it for too long —

“no, ma’am, you.” when you point to yourself, his sigh of agitation makes your eyes narrow at the sheer audacity he has to get irritated with you when he’s asking someone random out of the hundreds of people to accept this patched jacket. “yes, you. jeon jungkook would like to give you this. he tells you to check the pocket.”

the slight accent he has makes it hard for you to decipher the name, but this time, it isn’t hard for you to connect the dots.

jeon jungkook. the lead singer, who’d introduced himself as JK just a mere five minutes before he’d sluttily bitten his lips and done a once-over of your entire form like he was willing to devour you whole just like that.

jeon jungkook wanted to give you his jacket. there’s something in his pocket for you. this reminds you awfully of a wattpad story you’d written about harry styles back when you were a fledgling, and you figure it’s god’s way of repaying you for all the flack you’ve gotten for it over the years.

“are you sure he said it was for me?”

“yes, ma’am.”

it’s the last thing he says before extending his arm towards you, tilting his head expectantly. your fingers shake, still not fully able to process this when you pluck the jacket out of his hold. the man doesn’t stay for longer, and you think he clearly does not get paid enough for this, but whatever pitiful feelings you have towards this security guard dissipate as you reach into the pocket of the jacket.

it’s a piece of paper, perfectly out of the cliches you’d curate for yourself back in 2010, and it’s been written on in hasty ink.

the peninsula. meet me at 00:30 in the lobby. -JK.

this shouldn’t be a surprise, not in the slightest. you knew what you were getting into when you entered a cab headed to The Peninsula, you knew the risks of going to meet a rockstar after one shared look during his performance, and you knew meeting at midnight wouldn’t constitute anything other than this.

this, being sex, of course.

of course, though, life has a way of catching you off guard, but you don’t think it’s a bad thing, not when jungkook is fucking you the way he is.

you expected roughness, clothes ripped off each others bodies, pressed against the walls of his room, calloused hands running down the expanse of your unmarked skin, desperate and hot and messy; you expected to be bent over, cheek pressed into the softness of his bad — you expected jungkook to live up to the stereotype, although often misconstrued, that he would be rough in the typical, rockstar one-night-stand sort of way.

and jungkook does almost the exact opposite.

to set the scene, imagine a hotel room.

it’s a suite, floor to ceiling windows, and a bed far too big for the one person staying in the room, on top of which you’re bent over in half.

jungkook looms over you, thigh caught in one large palm as he uses the other to trail over your cheek, inked fingers dancing over the curve of your jaw until they rest gently over your neck. he doesn’t apply any pressure, eyes trailing over your face to gauge your reaction before he proceeds, zooming in on the way your lips fall open in a mixture of surprise and what he can only assume is lust.

he has you in your beyond skimpy lingerie that barely offers any dignity, the fabric being so light that it almost seems like you predicted the outcome of the night, but there’s no way you could’ve guessed any of this would happen. aside from the underwear, though, he insisted you wear the jacket that got you caught up in this to begin with, and the look in his eyes as he scans your body is something you wish you could save forever. the very obvious salaciousness directed towards you does nothing to save you from the ripple of embarrassment that washes over your body until it settles deep in your stomach when you realize that he’s fully clothed, and hellbent on staying that way for a good while.

when your eyes flit away from his face, avoiding him almost desperately, he tsks, index finger lifting from the goosebump-riddled skin of your neck to prod at your chin until you’re forced to look at him again.

“c’mon now, baby. look right at me. that’s what got you here, now, isn’t it?”

the question doesn’t require an answer, but you shake your head no, and it makes him laugh; loudly and unabashedly like he’s outright mocking you, and it doesn’t do anything to help how humiliating this is.

“no? no?” he tightens his grip on your neck once, twice, holding it there until you outstretch your head in a clear struggle to breath. the nonchalant way in which he stares down at your face, practically painted with desperation, pleading him to let you breath, sends waves of arousal down your form. you can practically feel the lace of your panties sticking to your pussy, and it makes you grind up into him for any semblance of friction to relieve yourself. “you don’t agree that you got yourself here?”

when he loosens his grip, you can’t help but relax into the sheets, panting in a quick effort to regain your breath so you can answer him. it’s not like his insistence that this situation began with you bothers you, but you’re not entirely to blame, which is something you affirm as soon as you recover.

“you were staring at me, too, though.” the words roll of your tongue almost too fluently, which is something that both surprises you and fills you with profound regret when he narrows his eyes down at you.

jungkook pulls his hand off your neck, placing it onto the soft skin of your other thigh, separates your legs so your feet land on either sides of his waist. he pulls himself closer to you, enough so you could feel how hard he is if he were to shift his hips up just a bit. the denim of his ripped jeans is a little too close to your pussy, and it makes you want to speed this entire thing up so he would just fuck you, but his next moves make the thought disappear altogether.

he brings his fingers to your face again, this time grabbing your jaw in an unforgiving hold, smushing your cheeks together until you feel tears gather in your eyes. he leans down, licking a fat stripe up the side of your neck, pulling away to blow on it softly until the sensation sends chills rippling over your skin.

“say that again, baby. think about you got yourself into a car and then showed off your pretty little body, think about how you’re grinding your slutty cunt on my jeans right now, and say it again. is this my doing?”

his grip doesn’t loosen on your cheeks, and hot tears run down your cheeks when he shakes your head no with his own hand.

“you’re all pretty like this just for me?”

he makes you nod yes, not of your own volition at all, and then let’s go. there’s a smarting ache blooming over your face, one that leaves you squeezing your eyes shut until his disapproving tsk has them snapping open to stare at him.

you don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on, cunt clenching around nothing as jungkook looks you up and down, eyebrows perked at the way your breath catches in your throat when he settles his hands along your waist.

it’s short-lived, the warmth of his palms leaving your body to rip his shirt off of his own in record time. he’s truly a sight to see, expanse of his right shoulder covered in ink that trails down to the fingers that had just been wrapped around your jaw, dim light of the hotel glinting off the two barbells on his nipples. his skin is like honey, smooth and golden, the chisel of his abs and definition of his adonis’ belt disappearing into the tight jeans that wrap around his thighs almost sinfully. it takes a second for you to recuperate, finding yourself doing exactly what you had done just a couple of hours ago at the show, shamelessly running your eyes across the expanse of his body.

the grin that spreads across his face when he sees your reaction is almost childlike, and it makes a rush of affection wash over your body when he leans down to place a kiss next to your lips. that feeling fades into the same one of unadulterated desire, though, as he turns the chaste kiss into one that’s anything but; catching your bottom lips between his teeth, slipping his tongue into your mouth so your own is open, letting him lick his way into you, filthy like he would shove it down your throat if he could.

your hands fly to his nape, playing with the smooth skin before scratching your fingers down the taut muscles of his back. he pulls away when you run your nails over his waist and reach the buckle of his belt; his own hands join yours then, pulling at the leather and tossing it so it lands next to your head. his jeans are next, unbuttoning them and pushing them until his knees, too desperate to remove them completely.

when he pulls his boxers off, it’s almost comical how your head snaps downwards to take a lewd look at his dick, and it truly would make you seem silly if it wasn’t so fucking pretty. it’s a peculiar way to describe a dick, but it’s long and thick, a bulging vein trailing along the underside leading up to his pink mushroom tip, a sharp contrast to the white beads of precum that spill over the side, testament to how turned on he is even when you’ve barely touched him.

“taking a pretty good look, baby. what’s up, not good enough for you?”

his tone is teasing, and you decipher the mocking lilt immediately, but just in case he’s being serious, you affirm him.

“no, no. it’s… it’s really pretty…” when you trail off, lost in the thought of how he’s going to feel inside of you, he clicks his tongue, chuckling softly.

“want it inside you, hm?”

your nod is soft, and you’re not even sure if he sees it, but you use all the strength you can muster to push him off of you. he lets out a small oof when he lands on the mattress, and you can see his eyebrows rise inquisitively as he watches for your next move.

completely taken over by a desire to just get his dick in your mouth, it doesn’t take you more than a few seconds to adjust yourself, pushing his legs up so his feet rest on the bed, and situating yourself between his thighs.

jungkook laughs, running a hand through your hair, grip tightening ever so lightly when you run a finger over his tip, collecting his precum and popping it in your mouth. when you look up at him, you see that his cheeks have developed a soft blush, eyes hooded when they look down at you in a daze, waiting for you to continue.

you’d hate to deny him further, revving up your throat to sloppily spit on the tip of his cock, relishing on the soft hiss he lets out at the contact. you do the same to your palm, rubbing it over his length until his hips twitch, breath getting heavier.

jungkook has a gorgeous voice, you know this, and thousands of people other than you do as well, but the moan he lets out when you finally get your mouth on him is nothing short of pornographic. you meet his eyes as you sink further down his length, tongue rolling around the base as you take him until his tip hits the back of your throat. you’ve been blessed with a gag reflex that’s practically non-existent, though, and it’s clear that he enjoys the feeling of your warm throat when you take his dick all the way down until your nose meets the hair at his base.

he uses his grip on your head to fuck your mouth slowly, soft ruts into his hips into you as you stare up at him, entirely helpless. the softness lasts for a couple of seconds, though, before he’s gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail to really give it to you, broken groans and heavy pants echoing into the air. it’s all a mere buzz in your ears, though, as you try not to grind your own hips into the bed below you; it’s ridiculous how you feel so turned on when he’s using you like a toy to get off, and your cheeks dust over in embarrassment when you trail a hand down to press softly over your clit.

the reprieve you get has you moaning onto his dick, and it’s clear that he enjoys the vibration, voice getting pitchier as he continues to thrust into your mouth. he’s big, though, and the strain in your jaw paired with the lack of oxygen has you tearing up, the view of his contorted face getting blurry as you try to breathe through your nose.

jungkook’s head lolls back, hips getting sloppier as he gets closer. your free hand goes to tap the skin of his thigh as a signal to let you take a break, and you almost think that he won’t let you have it, too strung up in his own pleasure, until he pulls you off. there’s a filthy string of spit connecting your lips to his dick, tears rolling down your face, mouth parted and cheeks flushed in the wake of the mess he’s made of you.

“jesus, fuck, baby… who taught you that?”

you laugh, not fully processing the question until he sits up, heavy red cock slapping against his abdomen when he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. jungkook’s smiling too, though, and you let him wipe the spit off your bottom lip, watching intently as he situates himself against the headboard.

when he pats his lap, using two of his fingers to call you towards him in a come hither motion, you genuinely feel irritated at how attractive he is. it is entirely unfair, and the pit of desire in your stomach entirely consumes you as you crawl your way up towards him. jungkook’s hands are warm on your waist when you get close enough for him to pull you up and over your lap, heat placed directly over his cock until his tip is just lightly kissing your clit. you’re so sensitive, so besides yourself in want that you grab his base to finally get him inside of you —

“Hold it, sweet girl. Gotta get you ready,” he practically lifts you up with one hand alone, and the way your pussy clenches at the display of strength is genuinely humiliating, but he doesn’t seem to notice when his inked fingers make their way to your clit.

He traces up your pussy, gathering your wetness before using the pad of his thumb to rub at your clit ever so softly. the action makes you keen, head falling forward to rest in the crook of his neck as he changes his pace from the rough demeanor he exhibited until just a few seconds ago. he presses a soft kiss to your temple, picking up his pace as he rubs your clit in soft circles, paying close attention to the changes in your breath and the way your soft whimpers get louder when he speeds up.

when he deems you wet enough, jungkook dips his index finger into you, letting you take him inch by inch, slowly until he reaches the soft spongy spot a couple of inches in, free hand coming to rest at the side of your hip when you buck forward, sucking a sharp breath through your teeth —

“f-fuck, jungkook, please just — please fuck me,”

his chuckle is light, kissing the side of your head again as he slowly prods his middle finger into you.

“I’m going to, honey, just breathe out for me, okay? gotta get your sweet cunt open for me, hm?”

your nods are fervent, letting out a slow breath of air and allowing his two fingers into you fully. the stretch is welcome, but the sting is ever present, and you claw down the skin of his biceps until you get used to it. he fucks his fingers into you expertly, bringing you closer and closer to the precipice of pleasure until his name rolls of your tongue like a prayer, letting yourself succumb to the pleasure. you kiss down the column of his neck, sloppier and wetter as you warn him that you’re about to cum —

jungkook pulls his fingers out of you, a disappointed whimper of yours that gets pitcher at the tail-end colors the air as he pushes the blunt head of his cock into your entrance instead.

it’s a lot girthier than just his two fingers, but you assume he didn’t want you to get too comfortable and the pain is entirely welcome, especially when you can feel every ridge of his cock, clenching uncontrollably as he slides further into your cunt, nearly kissing your cervix from this angle when he bottoms out.

the two of you let out a moan, curses coalescing as they break the silence that has consumed the two of you. this feels natural, like you’re made to take him and he’s made to fill you, and when jungkook nudges your jaw to focus your eyes on his, you feel compelled to just never look away; his cock nestled within you, arm wrapped around the curve of your waist, as he leans forward to press his lips against yours in a sloppy kiss to keep you distracted as he begins to inch out slowly.

you feel a blossom of warmth in the tresses of your stomach when he ruts back into show, soft movements of his hips until your head rolls back, baring your neck so he can lick down it lazily. he presses a palm to your lower abdomen, telling you to breathe out, baby, applying just the slightest amount of pressure so you can feel him all the way in your stomach when he bottoms in again.

the groans he’s letting out are nothing short of filthy, th soft murmurs of your name as you brace your hands on the definition of his thighs doing nothing but incentivizing you to give your hips an experimental roll until you see his eyes shut and tighten.

“fuck, sweetheart. ride me, yeah —“

you’re good at listening to instructions, which turns out to be great for him, audibly moaning when you start to sink into the rhythm in fucking yourself on him. he lets you work yourself up, stares at you through dark eyes, voice scratchy as he guides you through it —

“aren’t you the prettiest girl in the world, hm?” jungkook knows just what to do, too, words fuzzy in your ears but the feeling of his warm palm on your abdomen doing nothing but spurring you on. “there we go, that’s it.”

his hand strokes the skin it sits upon, pressing down when you stop moving to catch your breath, the stinging pain rippling through your thighs as the strenuosity of pushing yourself over the edge gets a bit too much. you’re sure you look like a mess, hair messy and mouth dropped open in a silent moan as jungkook thrusts upwards into you, eyes fixated on where he can feel the bulge of his cock in your stomach.

you make a mental note to thank the security guard if you ever find him, because holy fuck.

jungkook doesn't let you start up again, planting his feet on the sheets as he uses his free hand to grip your hips, using it as leverage to really fuck up into you. he finds the spot comically easily, something you’d tried to do yourself with the seemingly pathetic hip rolls, nothing compared to the way jungkook is taking you right now.

you don’t mind giving it up, either, because it’s been a while since you’ve felt like this. it’s been a while since someone’s had you relinquishing all control, had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, tits bouncing about obscenely as he never lets up on how rough he’s fucking you, his own breath coming in pants and choked out affirmations of how good he feels — “fuck yeah, that’s a good girl”, “taking me so fucking well” — as he makes it abundantly clear just how close he is.

it should take longer, it's always taken longer, but jungkook uses the hand on your stomach to reach down, rubbing tight circles on your clit until your upper body loses the strength to keep you up, ripples of pleasure sending chills all over your skin until you fall forward into the crook of his neck. you muffle your moans into his skin, embarrassed by the obscenities that just roll off your lips, but every half circle he rubs on your clit tightens the string at the tresses of your stomach until you can’t help your head from lolling back.

“jesus — jungkook, fuck —“ the way your hips move on their own accord, sloppy in their goal to somehow meet his thrusts halfway is completely out of your control. it’s insane how close you are, and you only affirm this over and over until he has to physically hold you down to keep you from slumping over from the strength of his own hips. “I’m so, so close, please —“

“come on, baby, almost there, hm?”

he uses a free hand to tilt your chin down to look him in the eyes and it feels like you’re on fire. the angle of his dick splitting you in half, the way he’s staring at you, the thumb on your clit — it’s all too much and it has the coil that’s tightened in your stomach snapping, high washing over you in soft ripples and then a sharp wave that has your upper body tightening and loosening all in one go. it’s lighter than you expected, but you can feel the flutter of your cunt around his cock, moans breaking as you take in the way his face contorts in the wake of your orgasm.

jungkook’s thrusts stop, and you’re thankful because overstimulation is not your favorite, but he doesn’t stop chasing his own high; hips now moving up in shallow ruts as his grip on you loosens, head tilting up and giving you access to the column of his throat. you lean forward, licking a fat stripe up his skin until a shiver wracks his body. he presses a hand against your nape, grip weak in an attempt to push your foreheads together.

he stares you right in the eyes, using his other hand to pull his cock out of you, smiling lazily when you let out a hiss at the emptiness.

jungkook is stupidly close, if the borderline angry red of his cock is anything to go off of, and he doesn’t stop going after his orgasm when an inked hand encircles his base, never breaking eye contact with you as he gets himself off. there’s a filthy shlick shlick that is nothing but a buzz in your head as you’re still coming down from your high, but nothing fazes you, not when he looks so damn pretty.

eyes blown out, skin of his chest red from the exertion, breath raspy and voice breaking as he pushes himself over the precipice, you can’t bring yourself to look away from jungkook right now, almost paralleling the performance that got you into this debacle to begin with.

when he cums, it’s with a soft sigh and a deep groan of your name, spurts of white a stark contrast against the red of his cock. he lets you collect the cum on two of your fingers, a low chuckle ripping from his throat when you pop them into your mouth and then out.

jungkook doesn’t stop you when you slip yourself off his lap, instead just trading soft circles over your thighs from where you lay next to him. he’s a lot gentler now that the room is no longer charged sexually, but you don’t exactly pick up on the change in atmosphere — not when you’re this tired.

“jungkook?”

“mm, yeah baby?”

the pet name seems to slip out of his mouth, and you’re taken aback at first, enough to snap your head up towards him. he doesn’t look back, instead shuffling off the bed entirely, presumably to go clean himself up.

“don’t kick me out, ‘kay?”

“okay, baby. stay as long as you need.”

when you wake up, it’s to a bag of McDonald’s next to you, and yet another note.

you’re not surprised, though. it was clear that whatever you had with jungkook would be a one and done thing, and you’re grateful that he at least let you stay the night.

he seems to have packed up, and your memory may be failing you but it’s likely that he’s gone to fly off to get to another one of his shows somewhere in new york. or any other big city. you decide to look it up later, the dull pounding in your head not letting you wrack your brain further.

the note, however, seems to do the ‘looking up’ for you.

xxx-xxx-xxx

text me, i’ll fly you out to new york.

p.s. check-out’s at 3, sleepy head.

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star-light-imagines · 1 year

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Bakugo x quirkless reader that uses alot of support items to get by in the hero course. (Gender neutral)

Bakugo and the reader spar for the first time and the reader ends up beating him.

How would bakugo end up reacting to the loss?

┊ ┊ ⋆˚ ⁭ Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy it! This was my first time writing a battle scene so I got really excited.

┊ ┊ ⋆˚ ⁭The reader is part class 1-B and they end up sparing during the joint training arc, bakugo's team doesn't win this time around.

Notice Me.

⋆ ★ Included- katsuki bakugo x reader. class 1-A/class 1-B training arc. season 5 spoilers. battle scenes. eventual fluff. bonus content.

⋆ ☆ Warnings- gn! reader. katsuki bakugo cussing. !season 5 spoilers! tense battle scenes. blood. bakugo mildly hurt. reader mildly hurt.

⋆ ★ Word Count- 4,972

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'You're quirkless.'

'Pick another dream kid.'

'Give up already.'

'Don't you get it? You will never be a hero.'

The memories coursed through your mind on repeat, throughout your whole life there has never been one person who truly thought you could become a hero, much less get accepted into the U.A. Hero Course. You had never let other people's opinions deter you, being a hero was your dream and you weren't going to give up no matter how hard you fought for it.

After you didn't develop a quirk at five years old your parents had taken you to the doctor, only for you to be diagnosed as quirkless. You had been devastated at first, but you never gave up hope that you could still become a hero and the major reason why you decided to keep going was Best Jeanist.

You've always looked up to Best Jeanist, even before you found out you were quirkless. He wasn't as flashy or strong as All Might but watching him made you feel that anything was possible as long as you worked for it. He became a goal for you to reach and eventually surpass someday, and you never looked back as you continued to fight and claw inch by inch towards that finish line.

After the U.A. Sports Festival, The number 4 hero had sent a request for you to intern with him and you had been over the moon for days. How could you not be? Your favorite hero noticed you and saw enough potential in you to take you into his agency and mentor you. The excitement did die down when you noticed Bakugo was there as well, you would watch him from afar. You had already realized how strong the explosive blonde was from the festival and was amazed at the sheer amount of strength he possessed.

Something about Katsuki Bakugo reminded you of all the people who would refuse to notice your determination, your strength towards becoming a hero and take it seriously. He never once looked at you during the festival or the internship, as if he didn't even realize you were there. While you would get on site training, he would be getting reformed. The image of any angry pomeranian at the groomers had you holding back laughter each time you saw him with combed hair.

Nevertheless, over the months you kept watching from the sidelines as he grew stronger and faced each challenge with ease. The sight stirred at your heart, he was motivating you to try even harder than you already were. The gap widened between you two, the sinking feeling in your heart as you raced to reach where he was but never quite getting there was gnawing at you.

If I could just get him to look at me...

Determination rushed through your veins as you prepared for your match. Bakugo was a fierce opponent when it came to strength , speed, and intellect. If your team was going to win, you would have to have a strategy. The team circled, mumbling in hushed voices over what the best course of action was.

"Do you really think this is going to work?" Togaru doubted.

"It has to." Setsuna assured him.

"I believe it will work, especially with y/n on the team." Kojiro boasted with praise.

"Thank you Kojiro, I won't let you down. I won't let any of you down. We will win for sure."

A stern look overtook your features, eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched as you focused. A gentle hand on your shoulder broke you from your thoughts, Setsuna smiled warmly at you, her eyes softening upon meeting yours.

"You don't need to prove anything to us y/n, we know how strong you are. This plan won't work without you, so let's show class 1-A how much we've grown okay?!"

A bright smile formed on your lips as you all happily started to walk to the beginning position for the match in Ground Gamma.

Confidence started to take over the insecure thoughts that had once plagued your mind, you have worked just as hard as anyone else if not more. You had gotten stronger, found equipment that was more essential than before and honed in on your skills. This is your chance at proving without a doubt you deserved the spot you have the hero course.

Maybe if I can get him to notice me then...

If I could finally get him to acknowledge me...

･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆　

The bitter winter wind buzzed around the students as the groups from Class 1-A and Class 1-B got into position. Bakugo's team was desperately still trying to come together with a plan in the last few moments before the match began.

"They have y/n, so it would be easiest to capture them first! However since they are the weakest link they might hide, Jiro could always use her quirk to locate them though." Sero contemplated deep in thought.

"I don't think y/n will be as easy to capture as you think, they are definitely stronger than back at the sports festival." Jiro breathed out.

The conversation finally caught Bakugo's attention from where he was standing, he gazed at the group before him and scoffed in annoyance.

"Heh! Who?"

"Jesus Bakugo, do you even remember anyone from class 1-B? Y/N the quirkless student who was using all the support items in the sports festival." Sero sighed in annoyance, then explained.

"You're worried about a quirkless wannabe? Are you kidding me?!"

He clicked his tongue with frustration , crimson red eyes glaring holes into his teammates before he continued.

"We leave them for last, they are obviously going to rely on their team for safety so we take it from them. Now listen up, this is what we are going to do."

Bakugo demanded their attention while laying out his plans for the match ahead, making sure everyone knew their roles in the team and that he would be the one to lead them to victory. Soon after he finished explaining, the siren blared through Ground Gamma causing both teams to rush into action.

He charges through the arena, deafening explosions shaking the ground as he goes. His eyes quickly darted over the area searching for the rival team as he moved further ahead from his group, he glanced over his shoulder to see them racing to keep up with his increasing speed. A large smirk formed on his lips, his ash blonde hair covering his eyes as he looked down for a moment with satisfaction at the team following his lead.

Movement from the corner of his eyes caught his attention, breaking his prideful thoughts and returning his attention to the battle ahead of them.

THERE!" Bakugo roared letting out a loud explosion from his palm as he placed himself on a pipe below his feet. "EARS!"

"It's Jiro!"

His eyes scanned the area as he waited for her to locate the whereabouts for their opponents, The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as the tension in the air grew thick through the silence. His hands crackled in anticipation of an attack at any moment, when Jiro's voice broke his concentration.

"SHE GOT ME!" She screamed eyes wide in frustration at the realization they were in a trap.

Bakugo grunted out a non verbal response before Setsuna voice appeared next to him, he quickly reacted throwing his arm defensively towards the voice only to see a mouth talking to him. Cackles echoed off the metal pipes as Setsuna laughed at bewilderment she had caused in the explosive blonde, noticing how his red eyes had gone wide at the use of her quirk.

"It's over now, I used Jiro's search ability against her." Setsuna snickered in glee.

Sero acted quickly, his tape zigzagged the structures surrounding them acting as a barricade and a form of protection from the other team. His pulse raced with adrenaline as his eyes searched the area, keeping a lookout for their blind spots when he noticed movement not too far away.

"Bakugo, over here!"

The blonde snarled out in annoyance at the trap his team had been led into, his brows knitted and his nostrils flared as he breathed out in frustration.

Kojiro had taken his opportunity to spread adhesive glue on Sero's tape and surrounding area, effectively trapping them in the confined space they occupied.

"Shoot, it backfired!" Sero bleated.

A sharp sound of metal scraping had attracted their attention towards Togaru who was heading towards the pipes directly over their heads. He sliced through the pipes effortlessly, sending them flying down towards the team. The pipes were ones specifically attached with Sero's tape and the adhesive glue, the realization hit them that if they were to be touched that would be the end of the match.

Sato, prepared to sacrifice himself in order for the others to get away, rushed in front of Sero and Jiro, hands raised in anticipation from the collision. Explosions blasted the sliced metal away with a resounding silence as the pipes crashed into the ground, scattered debris flying from the harsh impact. Sato's eyes widened as he turned to see Bakugo's hands still outstretched towards him while he dogged Setsuna's body parts.

"Bakugo!" They cheered in amazement.

"I'll start with Jiro!" Togaru advertised, as he rushed towards the girl.

Jiro gasped as the hard boot came into contact with her back pushing her out of the way of impact. Bakugo's palms crackled as he lined up his hand with the blade user, his voice thundered off the walls as he set off multiple rounds of explosions.

"I'VE GOTTEN EVEN STRONGER!"

The team recuperated for a moment while the other group stalled in their attacks, taking in the information they gained about Class 1-B from the brief capture attempt. Anger and determination etched into Bakugo's face as his pupils flared with rage, a muscle in his jaw clenched tightly as he spoke.

"I've decided. I will have complete victory in every fight"

"4-0, no injuries! That's how someone who's really strong wins!"

Motivation renewed among his teammates as they listened to his determination, they rushed forward into action once more. Bakugo explosions propelled him into the air as he maneuvered his way around the terrain, wild red eyes searching for his first victim. Sero watched in amazement while eyebrows furrowed in thought, his mind plaguing him that something about the situation at hand was wrong.

"Jiro, are you able to pinpoint y/n's location?" He questioned suddenly.

"Huh? Wait, no I don't hear them at all."

"I have a bad feeling about this. that sneak attack would have been the perfect moment for them to show up and assist the team, don't you think?"

"Maybe you were right in the beginning and they are safely hidden away?" She repeated his words from before the match as her shoulders lifted slightly.

"Hm." His eyes looked into the distance while his mind raced to piece together their strategy.

･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆　

Bakugo chased after Kojiro blind with rage as sent explosions flying towards the glue hero who kept escaping narrowly. His explosive bursts of smoke had constricted his vision as he was led down a dark pathway, not paying as much attention to his surroundings as he should have been.

You were perched high on a steel 6ft staff that you placed in preparation between the two buildings. The area allowed enough darkness to block your figure from view if the opponent was moving fast enough to not look carefully, the black stealth bodysuit as your hero costume also aided in the ability to hide from searching eyes.

The explosions rumbled through Ground Gamma, the closer he got to your location the more the buildings shook from the force. You breathed in slightly, your movements still balanced on the staff as you concealed your presence to the oncoming threat. You watched from above as your gaze calmly landed on Bakugo, the fierce blonde being led right into your trap. Kojiro spun around on his heels, suddenly throwing Bakugo off guard as he escaped to the roof above.

"KEH! STOP RUNNING YOU COWARD!" Bakugo snarled nostrils flaring as he reached out his palm to the retreating figure in his view.

"I would be more worried about yourself." You whispered , your hands gripping the staff as you whirled your body around picking up momentum from the sudden movement before releasing your grip and hurling yourself towards him.

Your foot inched closer towards him as you posed for maximum impact, he narrowly dodged moments before your foot would have hit his spine. Your lightweight steel toe boots instead made contact with the wall behind him, the impact caused the cement to crack as the building rumbled at the force dust and debris filling the air around you.

His face contorted into a scowl hiding the brief moment of shock that rushed through his facial features. He hadn't noticed you and wasn't expecting the attack you had launched at him, the only thing that had saved him was his impressive response time to your movements. He eyed you through the smoke, your eyes were trained on him, calm and unnerving that caused his mind to race.

Who is this extra?!

Why wasn't I able to sense their presence until moments before the attack?

His eyes examined the damage to the wall and how there was now a crumbling hole where your foot had made impact, the ground still shaking from the force you had used.

Did you have a power type quirk?

He couldn't shake the feeling he was missing something as he analyzed the opponent before him, you seemed familiar in a way as he continued to stare at you in silence. Your h/c blowing around your face from the cold wind, causing your cheeks to turn a rosy hue just barely noticeable under the slim fabric of the mask covering the area around your e/c eyes and top of your cheekbones. You had seemed so oddly familiar but as he searched through his memories he couldn't quite place you, it irritated him further as he gritted his teeth sending rapid fire explosions your way.

"GET OUT OF MY WAY!"

The steel staff had dislodged from its place between the buildings upon the quaking from the ongoing battle. It fell towards the ground collapsing into its condensed travel form, you maneuvered through the explosions as you retrieved the staff hitting the button on the side for it to extend back out. As the rod rushed out into the 6ft length once more it had hit the ground launching you to a safe distance away from the explosions. You took a quick breath before flipping your wrist and aiming towards a position behind Bakugo's line of vision, the Kevlar Wrist Shooter shot out a thin thread and dart at an incomprehensible speed. His eyes couldn't keep up with your movements as the strong thread swung you along, it barely being noticeable to the naked eye without light reflecting off the thread and with the darkness of the area it seemed almost invisible.

"You've lost Bakugo. Give up now." you declared suddenly showing up at his side the steel staff raised defensively against his neck.

He scoffed. "Are you afraid you face me head on?! You keep fucking attacking when my back is turned!"

He side turned to face you amusement played on his lips before he grabbed the staff with one hand and sent a powerful explosion towards your face sending you flying backwards. The staff was ripped from your hands as he threw it far in the distance.

"AH! I KNOW NOW!" He jeered, eyes blazing widely in your direction as your head hit the ground.

"You must be the quirkless wannabe! HAHA!" He mocked with a laugh as he watched you lay on the ground, the explosion had ripped your mask in half revealing more of your face.

"I'm not going to go easy on you just because you are quirkless, prepare to die!" His voice boomed out as he moved towards you recklessly.

His movements stopped suddenly, the silence filling the air after his voice had died out. You looked up at him barely containing the happiness you were feeling in that moment, a smirk forming as you took in his confused expression when his movements were constricted.

"I wouldn't move too much! It's thin kevlar thread, the strongest thread available on the market, can't melt and it's basically unbreakable. Since it's so fine the more you struggle and force your way out the more harm you'll do to your body, so if you don't want to lose that arm stop struggling."

When you had first picked the spot of the trap, you had placed a few lines of kevlar in different areas to confine him from leaving easily once he got there, and once you had him trapped you had placed reinforcements all around him to suppress his movements even more. He just needed to get tangled in one in order for your plan to come into fruition, there wouldn't be much he could do after that.

"FUCK OFF!" He roared out in frustration, his wrist snapping against the thin thread he tangled himself into as he let out more rounds of explosions.

Blood trickled down from the cuts forming on his arms at the movement as he hissed in pain. You finally stood up recovering from the earlier blow to your head, you glanced his way and sighed in annoyance knowing he wouldn't make this easy.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" He screamed pulling the pin on his gauntlets letting out a powerful explosion.

He managed to escape from his unseen bindings during the explosion, shredding the sleeves of his costume in the process and destroying one of his gauntlets. He breathed heavily the stinging pain darting through his body not only from over using his quirk, but from the thin cuts the thread had caused over the length of his arms and legs.

His mouth twisted into rage as he took in the damage you had caused, pops crackled in his palms as his fingers twitched in anticipation.

A quirkless nobody had trapped him.

No, a quirkless nobody had managed to make him bleed!

The thought caused his blood to boil as anger flooded his thoughts, he raced towards you lifting his remaining gauntlet as he pulled the pin aimed in your direction. You had narrowly escaped the wild attempt at you before dozens of separate explosions went off around you, the sheer force of them sending you flying as the debris ripped at your skin and costume.

Blood trickled down a cut on your cheek, dirt and dust covering you head to toe as you coughed out viciously grasping onto air. Your body had been thrown into one of your own kevlar traps causing the threads to sting at your skin from the impact.

"You aren't the only one who knows how to set a trap! While you were busy maneuvering from my explosions to get your staff I placed grenade bombs around the area!" He boasted in pride.

Upon looking at your beat up figure he scoffed at the sight of your broken wrist shooters, he had purposely aimed for them in the last explosion after realizing how they worked.

"KEH! Without your equipment you have nothing, you are nothing!" He taunted as he walked closer.

"That's not true!" You bite back acidly.

"It is, you have no weapons left! You are just a useless excuse of a hero!"

The taunting echoed through your mind as you screamed in frustration, he was only a few steps away from you now lifting up his hand to pull the finishing move. The cuts on your arms bleed heavily as you ripped them from the tangled trap of thread they had been placed in, you will yourself to move through the piercing pain as you stomped your feet hard on the cement ground. Your boots buzzed as they let out a whoosh of air impact propelling you into the air as you aim your steel knuckle duster towards your target.

The momentum rushed towards Bakugo at an unexpected speed, he had no time to counteract as your fist made an impact with his face. The slim steel knuckle duster sending out a cracking sound before the impact of the punch caused the stun gun add on to react. Within seconds it released a bright light of electricity as it ran through Bakugo's body, his muscles contracted from the sudden onslaught of electricity coursing through his veins as he fell to the ground.

You had stumbled to your feet as the air lift your boots had given you ran out and your body started to grow unsteady at the blood loss. Hands defensively reached out in preparation for another attack from the explosive blonde only to be met with silence. Your eyes glanced towards the ground where he was groaning in pain trying to move his body.

"MY NAME IS Y/N AND I AM A HERO!" You shout with as much energy as you can muster as you lean against a wall for support.

His eyes darted towards your lazily as he faded in and out of consciousness, taking in your battered worn out form with the tired bright smile placed on your lips. He grunted in response frustrated as he tried to move his arms but they wouldn't listen to his desperate command.

"You notice me yet Bakugo!? I'm as much of a threat as Todoroki is for the number one spot, don't ever forget that!"

He faded out of consciousness at your proclamation, darkness over taking his thoughts with the last thing he saw being your face beat up but bubbled with laughter. The bright e/c eyes shining in the light as a few stray tears rolled down your cheeks in satisfaction of your achievement.

Notice you?

Of course he noticed you.

How could he ever not notice you?

How did he go so long without realizing your existence?

Not only were you quirkless but in the hero course, you were somehow stronger than him. Managing to bring him down with your strategic planning and willpower to succeed, even if you had to use support equipment to do it there were plenty of people he's fought with quirks and tools and they had still lost against him. However, you were different from them and did the impossible proving how strong you truly were.

Watching you throughout the battle motivated him, pushed him to keep going. He wanted to do better, prove to you he could throw back anything you threw at him, not hold back punches no matter how much of a monster he may look like against a quirkless student. He would have to rematch you eventually, and then he will show you just how much stronger he had gotten from this match.

His thoughts raced back to you and how you shined beautifully among the unsettled smoke, how your happy smile stirred something in his heart that he couldn't quite place in the darkness of his subconscious.

So beautiful.

You are so beautiful and powerful.

He hated losing, but maybe it wasn't so bad to lose to you.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆　

｡･ﾟﾟ･ Bonus Scene:

Class 1-A and 1-B had decided to celebrate the hard work shown in the joint training session with a party. The dormitory was filled with laughter as the students mingled and gushed over each other's abilities they had shown hours before.

Bakugo watched you from afar as you laughed lightheartedly at something Setsuna had said, your cheeks still rosy from enduring the cold weather for so long outside. A jab at his side forced him to turn his gaze away from you and to the red haired intrusion now at his side.

"What do you want 'shitty hair'?" He barked his question out.

Kirishima laughed in response as he placed his arm over the blonde's shoulders, glancing at you from across the room before making eye contact with the red eyes glaring at him with annoyance.

"Geez lighten up! It's a party!"

Bakugo scoffed in response at the attempt.

"How about you go talk to y/n then instead of watching them from the corner like a stalker."

"How about you say that again and I'll make sure you can never walk again!"

The red haired boy laughed unbothered by his friends' harsh words, instead choosing to find the humor in them. He patted his shoulder as he moved away from him and took a few steps towards your direction causing the scowl Bakugo was sporting to falter a bit.

"Where are you going?" He asked cautiously.

"To meet y/n! I haven't gotten to actually introduce myself to them yet and they seem nice."

"No."

"No?" Kirishima questioned amused.

Bakugo rolled his eyes and stomped his feet as he walked towards you. He lifted his chin towards Kirishima as he passed him with annoyance clear on his face.

"I'll go talk to them, so you just leave us both alone."

"Of course!" He replied happily.

Setsuna's eyes had widened at the sight of Bakugo walking towards them, voice going silent in the middle of her sentence forcing you to look towards what had caught her attention. He was angrily stomping as he walked, crimson eyes making direct contact with yours causing your heart to flutter at the intense gaze.

He's actually noticing me now, not just oblivious to my existence like before.

He stopped a few steps from you, letting out an exasperated sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck. His hand reached back out towards you, waiting for a handshake in return so you placed your hand in his as you shook hands on a truce.

A smile brightly lit up your face as the two of you started to go over tactics and strategies used in the match.

"You did good today." He said softly, looking away from your eyes as he spoke.

"Thank you! So did you!" Heat rushing to your cheeks at the unexpected words.

The two of you paused for a moment in awkward silence, neither knowing how to carry on the conversation from moments before.

"Your support items were well thought out, do you have more?" He asked, breaking the silence, eyes still trained on his other classmates away from you.

"Yes! I really have tons! The older ones or the ones that I don't find as useful stay in my room, but I like having a variety I can choose from for different situations." You rambled bubbly, excited at explaining your items clearly.

"Can I see them sometime?"

The breath got stuck in your throat as you gasped lightly not expecting him to ask that question so suddenly.

"Yes!" You eventually mumble out looking away from him as well in embarrassment.

Setsuna watched the awkward and clumsy exchange from the sidelines and not being able to take the tension anymore from the both of you she interjected with a swift topic change.

"You two must have learned a lot of Best Jeanist when you both were interns there."

Bakugo's eyes widened as his gaze darted back to you, meeting your flustered face and wide e/c eyes staring back at him.

"You were at Best Jeanist too?"

"Yes, you didn't exactly acknowledge me back then." You laugh shyly in response.

"I notice you now."

Extra Bonus Content:

The Support Items I thought of for the character, even though not all of them made an appearance these were in my mind for the character throughout the scene.

Pocket staff- Extends into a steel 6ft staff, its heavy & sturdy enough to be used for combat and stealth attacks. (Placing staff in high areas and waiting for the enemy to walk under in order to sneak attack.) Attaches to the belt loop in compact form as a keychain for easy access.

Steel Stun Gun Knuckle Dusters- Slim compact Knuckle dusters that go over your gloves, upon hard impact with surface or person it releases a stun voltage.

Kevlar Wrist Shooters- Two compact wrist shooters that have 50ft of fine kevlar thread and darts that will hook them to any surface. This makes a good capture weapon as well as a movement tool because you can essentially hook the thread to various buildings and swing.

Air Lift Boots- Lightweight ankle boots with steel toe that has the ability to lift the user with a large force of air gusting out from the heel upon stomping the heel with enough force. This helps with speed and movement and in a pinch can work as a double sided weapon / escape tool.

Mask with Night Vision Adaptation- Eye mask that has automatic adaption feature in the dark for night vision.

Utility pouch strapped to thigh- holds fog marbles, compact laser , and emergency aid

Fog Marbles- Marbles that once smashed create a dense fog for 3 minutes to either assist in sneak attack or escape method.

Compact Laser- A small flashlight looking laser that can cut through hard and soft surfaces. Very good for stealth missions where you have to enter an area without much noise.

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⋆ ☆ A/N- I was definitely nervous writing the fighting scenes, I hope it turned out okay for everyone. Also, when I started this I wasn't sure which way I wanted to go with it but I'm pretty happy with how It turned out.

Feel free to send in requests, I have them open.

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Outlast Them All - Bloody Beginnings

Variant!Namjoon x Journalist!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Genre: Interactive AU, Outlast!AU, Horror, Psychological Horror, Angst, Strangers to Enemies to ???, Fluff?????, NSFW content (Sexual and Non-Sexual).

Warnings: OOOOF. Minor character death, blood/gore, foul language, general horror, angst. This story will consistently tackle themes of obsessive behavior as well as psychological/general horror and many of the characters are morally gray. Please be warned.

Notes: Remember, your choices will heavily impact the outcome of the story. Choose carefully lovelies ♥️

This is Part I of the Outlast Them All series. Find the Masterlist here! 💀

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“Breaking NDA’s, huh…?” You scan the email one more time before closing your laptop with a huff, the beams of your headlights shining through the fog ahead. You can’t see much in the darkness, the lights of Mount Massive Asylum not nearly as bright now that they’re shrouded.

It’s a massive building, true to the name, and you can’t even to begin to guess how deep it really goes. With the sheer amount of patients and employees the place likely has, you know you’ll get answers one way or another. You already have a good start from whoever the hell sent you the damning documents.

Some random employee apparently decided to have fun as a whistleblower, decided to say fuck it, and somehow chose your ass to be the one to expose whatever the hell is going on inside the walls ahead. Were they descriptive? No. Could this possibly skyrocket your career into something amazing? Fuck yes.

Glancing over, it’s obvious that no one’s been at the security gate for a minute, not a single fucking soul in sight as the door blows back and forth. A blessing to be sure; you’ve been sitting st the gate for more than twenty minutes and nothing. Stepping out of the car and toward the small security box, it’s easy enough to pull the lever to allow the gate to open slowly in front of you. Fuckers didn’t even take the keys out. Nice.

You walk briskly toward the entrance with your camera raised after pocketing the keys, the courtyard completely void of any sign of life. Glancing up toward the windows, you can see light flickering on and off in some of them, others completely black. As you walk carefully up the stairs, the thumping of your boots echos through the emptiness without remorse.

Just when you reach the front door, there’s a shriek in the distance, just barely there. It makes you pause, having to remind yourself that sounds like that are probably normal around here. Gripping the handle, you shake it roughly but to no avail. It’s locked up tight, just as you had thought it would be. Didn’t hurt to try though… Another way then. You’re nothing if not resourceful.

Sneaking around the side of the building seems like the obvious choice, and so you trail along the shrubbery, looking for any broken door or open window. You spot one before long, way up in one of the floors above, the drapes billowing out as the wind picks up. It looks as if they were doing some landscaping, a ladder nearby masquerading as your lifesaver. Time to climb then. Joy.

You wonder idly if any of this footage will actually be useable, most of it being your breathing and gusts of wind. No one would even guess you were here for one of the biggest story breaks of the last ten years, not as you grunt and groan while scaling the side of the building like an idiot.

“What the hell…?” The window is broken it looks like, shattered by something with some sort of liquid dripping around the glass. Looking closer, you notice that it’s red. Blood most likely, and not really what you wanted to find. Recording a shot of it, you slowly slide through the window and creep into the room, careful to avoid any broken glass. No need for booboos, it’s bad enough you probably got blood on your coat.

It seems normal, if not a little quiet, and you distractedly pan your camera around as you step toward the door. Clearly what you’re looking for isn’t here, probably down in the basement because honestly, the secrets are always hidden in the basement. The door creaks as you open it, and you peek out quietly, looking both left and right. It’s a simple hallway a hallway, one that quickly becomes a safe zone as you peer into the lobby below with widening eyes.

It’s a fucking bloodbath.

Guards smeared across the floor like bugs; blood and guts scattered around the room like confetti. You stare, the camera shaking a bit as you capture footage of whatever the hell happened to those poor fucks. Backing away right into the wall, you pull the notepad out of your pocket and scribble down your newest findings.

‘Stumbled into absolute carnage. Things seemed fishy but fine at first- that quickly changed; bodies everywhere just in the lobby alone. Don’t know how bad it is yet, have to go in further.’

If you thought the higher ups of Mount Massive were fucked before, well, they’re definitely fucked now.

On some sort of shocked auto pilot, you meander over to the next door you see wobbly, not really sure where to go from here. It’s clearly not safe down there, in here, but the urge to explore further is strong; something isn’t right here. Trying not to second guess this whole thing, you push the door open and nearly shit yourself screaming.

Something- a body?- swings down from the rafters, nearly hitting you in the face. The fumes smack you in the face anyway, and overwhelming need to puke your guts out rising up quickly. There’s a loud groan from beyond the bookcases and peering into the darkness, you see a man… Hanging from the fucking rafters like a slab of meat. What in the fresh hell did you walk into…?

“G-get out of here! Fuck, why the hell…? Don’t let them…” Turning the night vision on on your camcorder, you cringe as the man chokes violently on his own blood, flailing around a bit more before falling completely limp. What a fucking way to go.

Maybe it’s shock, maybe it’s a very morbid curiosity, but you just stare for a solid minute, the battery slowly draining from your camera. Snapping out of it finally, you stumble over what you can only guess is dead bodies until you get close enough to touch the man.

“Hey… Hey!” You tap the poor guy a few times, trying very hard to ignore the rotting bodies around you. It reeks of blood and piss, maybe some vomit too, it’s all the same as it makes your eyes burn. The man doesn’t respond, and at this point it’s pretty fucking clear he’s dead just like all the other poor fucks you’re surrounded by.

Should you turn back? Yeah probably. Are you going to? Fuck no; your whistleblower was making it seem like rainbows and fucking unicorns in their email compared to whatever the hell this is. A fucked up cooperate nightmare and you’re going to expose it to the world.

A loud bang against the door startles you, causing you to jolt forward and almost drop your camcorder. You nearly stop breathing, listening as the clanking sound coming from outside of the door. It’s at a steady pace, the sound sharp against the brick walls. Whatever it is, you’re going to have to walk right past it to leave the room…

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You have 24 hours to decide. Choose wisely 🎃

#Outlast Them All 💀#namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #namjoon x y/n #namjoon angst #namjoon fluff #bts x reader #bts x you #bts x y/n #bts angst #bts fluff #bts horror au

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zeta-in-de-walls · 6 months

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Reminiscing on the Dream SMP (part 1)

Hey guys, I was thinking about Dream SMP the other day. That server was a lot of fun in its day even as the content creator Dream turns out to be a terrible person.

It's been a little over a year since Tommy's DSMP ending and I thought I would reminisce on it.

The main question I have for the server is just how its final streams were so bas.

In its day, it was pretty cool and I believe it helped inspire a lot of future SMPs, showing creators how much fans had an appetite for story in a minecraft server (it wasn't the first but it was certainly influential).

One of its main strengths that first attracted me to it was the improv lead stories slowly evolving into loosely scripted streams.

By loosely scripted, I mean they had a concrete plans for the story beats but still left the actual dialogue up to the streamers to come up with which, when it worked, gave you some really natural sounding dialogue that at least somewhat reacted to the world around it.

The actual storylines were nothing too special. But the medium helped uplift them to feel extra unique - you would often get long unhurried streams allowing any important plot points to really breathe and get to see the characters going about their days, often doing things like rebuilding structures or mining even in content heavy streams - which many were not. This all helped the world feel very lived in and surprisingly immersive. Streamers interactions with their viewers through their chats was also an important element. This helped streamers as they had a live audience to judge their content off of and also to bounce off of, which was especially useful when they were streaming alone as it gave them an audience to naturally deliver soliloquys about their characters thoughts or just allowed them to narrate what they were doing at any given moment.

Being a server with many different streamers was also an interesting element. Viewers were not expected to watch all of it and indeed there was tons of content - another amazing about it was the sheer amount of content you got from it, such as multiple multi-hour streams every day - sometimes a different perspective of the same events, sometimes something completely different at the same time. I like to compare the server to comic books in that regard. They all took place in the same server but what stream you watched was what character you wanted to follow. And some fans would keep up with multiple, some only one or maybe two characters. But they were all fans of the server even though gradually they diverged more into their own separate fan groups - especially as different streamers had very different styles of content.

All this is to say that streaming was a cool medium for the Dream SMp and it was both a huge strength and sometimes a weakness. One reason I was such a fan of Tommy's exile arc was essentially how it was able to tell a story of isolation and the development of an abusive dynamic rather uniquely as with streams you got to see the everyday and see the character going about their day-to-day routine while gradually becoming more depressed. It basically used streaming and the minecraft medium to its advantage so well that I appreciate it almost artistically.

There were downsides to streaming as well. Overtime the fans increasingly labelled streams as heavy lore or semi lore or non-canon depending on what the streamer was up to as some days they just streamed building something and didn't want to interact with the server's plot. Sometimes the streamers would do stuff for content and looking at the wider story it was very easy to see these characters as terrible people or struggle with the disconnects. Sometimes jokes would turn into the most serious plots and there was some real whiplash.

But as I said. I don't really believe the story or characters were all that special. But the nature of the Dream SMP elevated it and when it was good, it felt like something special.

#dream smp #meta #oh look i decided to discuss this old server one more time #this is all so i can rant about the finale but naturally the introduction got long xD

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Ayup! I saw that your requests are open so I was wondering...if you have time, could you possibly write something about CC!platonic!Wilbur x GN!aromantic!teen!reader and they have a cute sibling relationship? Maybe after reader comes out to the public, they get hate for "ruining" romantic ships that fans created with reader and someone else (can't think of any specific person so it could be reader's best friend they've had on stream a couple times) and Wilbur stands up for them?? As an aromantic who craves and adores this type of content, it kinda bums me out that I can't seem to find it anywhere. (sorry if this is too long or too specific, i just really like the way you write). Could be headcannons or a oneshot, whichever is comfy and easiest for you. Whether you'd like to ignore or write, it's up to you, feel free to do with this what you will. Have an amazing day/night! :]

Happy Pride month!! Here's some headcannon things! I used "Alex" as the best friend's name because it's pretty androgynous and can be used for any gender.

I've been crazy busy recently, and so caught up with other things, but hopefully this offers you the content you wanted <3

Pairing: CC!Wilbur x Gn!Aro!Reader (Platonic)

Abashed Aromantic

Wilbur is absolutely pissed when he sees the sheer amount of hate you're getting on Twitter.

He wants to make a statement right then, but you convince him it's fine and that the love you're getting from the community greatly outweighs the hate.

It takes a lot of convincing to get him to stand down though, he's just so upset that people would dare be mad at you for who you are.

"Are you sure you don't want me to say anything? You know I'd gladly tear into them. It's not right-"

"I know, Wilbur. I'm sure." You say softly.

Wilbur nods, then pauses and starts again, unable to help himself it seems.

"They're all full of shit anyways-"

No matter how much hate you get, you keep telling him it's okay, so he respects your boundaries and doesn't say anything.

Even as your dm's flood with threats and messages about how you're ruining "ships" for your fandom, you stay quiet, hoping it'll just go away.

That is, until the hate goes too far, to the point where not even your Moderators can manage all the hateful messages on streams. Some slip by, and, of course, those are the ones you manage to read.

It's meant to be a peaceful "just chatting" stream when the donation comes through, somehow making it past all of your mods.

The stream donation sound sounds out over your headphones, and you perk up, waiting for text-to-speech to read the message aloud.

"I can't believe you're ruining all of our ships by being aromantic. You really would've been perfect with Alex. Fuck you." The robotic voice reads out. For a voice that's usually so comforting, ice-cold hurt races through your veins at the message.

It's just too much. You were trying so hard to ignore all the hate, ignore how the ship name for you and your best friend trended for days after you came out, but you can't anymore. And all because of something you couldn't even control.

Silence falls in the stream. That is, until Wilbur speaks up. You had almost forgotten he was in a call with you, so swept away in the donation.

"Who said that? Who was that?" He asks. Wilbur didn't get truly mad often, but in this moment you're glad you're not the one he's pissed at. "To that person and anyone else who thinks that message is okay, fuck you. That's not okay."

"Wil-"

"No. It's not okay." You snap your mouth shut, realizing that there's no stopping Wilbur. Even though you tried to stop him, a part of you can't help but rejoice at him speaking up for you, protecting you. "You aren't ruining anything by being yourself. Hear that, chat? Get that through your heads."

You scan chat, waiting anxiously to see their reactions. For the first time since you came out, it's overwhelmingly positive. True relief comes rushing through you, like a breath of fresh air.

"Now. Where were we?" Wilbur asks, nudging you along. "We were talking about bees, right?"

Later, you thank him, but Wilbur won't even let you thank him. He just keeps saying that it was "his job to protect you" and to "fuck the haters."

He makes sure to post a Tweet about it too, once you give him the okay to.

...and he makes an Instagram post with just photos of you two. Just to make it very clear.

In order to make sure you're entirely okay, he insists on having a movie night and binge-watching all of the Marvel movies in order. Popcorn, snacks, blankets, and all.

(Wilbur is upset at himself for a while after because he felt like he should've done something sooner, but eventually he's just glad to have put an end to the overwhelming hateful messages you were getting.)

And, of course, he makes sure to not let anyone give you shit after that. Even the slightest hint of hate towards you has him loudly proclaiming how amazing you are.

"You're aromantic, right?"

You pause at the question from the other streamer before answering carefully. It's your first time talking to them, and it's in a MCC no less. "Yeah."

"Oh. That's... interesting."

Maybe it's the tone of their voice, but something about the statement rubs you the wrong way. You shake your head, planning to move on, but Wilbur jumps into the conversation.

"Damn right it's interesting. And only in the best of ways." He proclaims.

You smile to yourself, thankful for Wilbur every goddamn day.

"What's your Ace Race time again?" He asks you. "Isn't it ridiculously fast? You're just so good at MCC, you'll have to carry this team. You'll get us the points there for sure, probably single-handedly get us to victory-"

#mcyt imagine #mcyt #dsmp #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x you #wilbur imagine #wilbur x reader #wilbur #wilbur x you #aromantic reader

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Story & OC introduction!

Hello! So, after far too long of a wait, I have finished this OC introduction post!

In the future I’ll think about how to organize this better, maybe as a google docs or maybe as a separate website, but for now this is as good as I can make it.

It might be quite long given the sheer amount of OC’s introduced so I kept the descriptions to a minimum - I’d love to expand on that later once I decide what’s the best way to do it. Also, all asks about characters and the stories are super welcome! I love talking about my blorbos.

This post focuses on introducing one of my two main stories and their casts, but all of these characters exist through different AUs. I will share more details about the second story soon, I haven't finished writing descriptions for that one yet : (

“JOINT VENTURE” AKA COLLEGE AU

My main squeeze, the story I think about most often and what I consider the ‘baseline’ for the character’s personalities. It's definitely a whumpy story, but I doesn't focus exclusively on whump.

In short, it’s a story of the destructive relationship between two college students and how their decision to partner up and make some cash haunts them. A story about addiction, desperation, control and loss of it, of all encompassing love and betrayal. It’s doomed, it’s tragic, it’s abusive, it’s gay!!! Content warnings for the story: sadism&masochism, torture, noncon.

I’d love to elaborate, but to not make this post any longer than it needs to be, here are the featured characters!

1. ALBERT

My main guy, nr one little guy inside my head. I love my Oc’s equally, except for Albert, whom I love the most. (I also hate him the most, so it equalizes.)

Albert is a rich kid fuck boy who everyone only pretends to like. He’s a rather bright chem-engineering student who spends most of his time getting drunk, high and having lots of party sex. It seems like life handed him a golden ticket - good looks, filthy rich parents, great education - and maybe that’s why he started acting out, because it all was going too well. And now it’s harder to pretend that everything is great, which makes him try even harder, become faker.

The only person who truly sees through him is Cedric and maybe that’s why he hates him so much. Only sometimes, he doesn’t hate him - sometimes he feels a wild yearning for any shred of Cedric’s validation or affection, and he buries that feeling so deeply that he’s not aware it’s even happening. He prefers denial - denial that everything is amazing, that he didn’t fuck up his life entirely, that Cedric is no one to him. It works until it doesn’t and for these times even the usual vices don’t stop him from spiraling. He hates it, or maybe he doesn’t, it’s hard to tell - He’s so dangerously masochistic that he might just be in love with being miserable.

2. CEDRIC

(OC of the lovely @whmp)

Albert’s roommate and the absolute bane of his existence. The person who hates him the most and conversely the only one that can put up with his antics. He’s spent so much time trying and failing to get away from Albert that now he just accepts him as any other inevitability of life. Vaguely aware of Albert’s feelings toward him and even less aware of his own feelings for him.

A major control freak about everything in his life, from academics to personal relationships. Will claim he just want to be left alone but will get lonely if that actually happens. He’s aloof and quiet with a tendency to be outright mean and sarcastic when in a bad mood, sees people mostly as noisy distractions. Annoyingly aware of his own intelligence, definitely thinks he’s better than other people. In between studying and dealing with Albert he has a little business on the side - synthesizing drugs.

3. NICKY

Cedric’s sweet boyfriend, a chronically online liberal arts major and Albert’s number one secret hater. He’s not the smartest, but he makes it up with his enthusiasm and a general aura of positivity. Will make you a delicious meal if asked, but will also go on twitter and argue for hours about the stupidest, most inconsequential things. In between watching anime and romanticizing every aspect of his life he loves to game with Cedric’s weirdo friend, Leo.

4. LEO

(Also OC of @whmp)

An absolute social reject shut-in loser who spends most of his days browsing very questionable websites and forums. Doesn’t mind people, but doesn’t like them either - he’s so apathetic it’s hard to make him care about anything, really. That includes being likable, so he never tries to cover up his nature (he sees any relationship as a transaction anyway). Not hard to get along with if you can stand him, but you probably shouldn’t try because he’s not a good person. Not so secretly sadistic - maybe he loves it so much because violence and abuse is one of the only things that can make him feel anything. Awkward most of the time, especially for those incredibly rare times where he feels any attachment to a person. Stay away at all cost.

5. DARCY

A wicked demon in the vague shape of a man (metaphorically). There is little humanity left in him, or maybe there was none there to begin with. Bastard son of a prominent cartel leader with high ambitions how to run things and 0 actual leadership power. He’s the clean up guy, tasked with disappearing the people that the cartel doesn’t need anymore. And before he buries them in the desert somewhere, why shouldn’t he have some fun with them? They can have a lovely evening or two and when whatever is left of them is dropped into a shallow grave Darcy will have already moved on.

6. CECILE

Albert’s accomplished older sister. They talk sometimes, and she worries about him a lot, but their relationship is rather strained. Her life is a constant juggle between her demanding job and family life, and maybe if she keeps it up she’ll have no time to think about the life she could have had. About the people she had lost.

7. WILLOW

Willow used to be a best friend of Cecile back when they were younger. They’d sneak off at night and go onto the grassy fields, setting up a picnic to enjoy it just as the sun rises. They’d talk for hours while laying on their back and staring at the sky, hands so close their fingers could touch if any of them would be a little braver. They were close and wanted to be so, so much closer, but you can’t get everything you want in life, right?

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That's it for now! Very excited to be sharing all of this with you! The picrew used is the amazing sushicore!

Here is also a little sneak peek at some of the characters of my second story while I work on writing descriptions for them!

#whump #whump art #oc introduction #story introduction #whump oc #my blorbos #i really love these goobers and im very excited to show them at last #like this took me forever #but its done!#jdraws #oc #albert #cedric #leo #nicky #darcy #cecile #willow

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I just want to say a big thank you to all the elriel month contributors this year. Thank you to everyone who commissioned art, all the artists who created such beautiful pieces either for commissions or simply because they wanted to participate. All our wonderful writers, (I still have so much to read!). Elriels have been so well fed this month, I’m still in complete shock and awe at the sheer amount of content we had - it’s amazing to see so many people get behind our wonderful ship.

To the people running the @elriel-month accounts on here, Instagram, Twitter & Tik-tok - thank you 💜 I’m really hoping to participate in some form next year, but being a simple bystander this year and just soaking up all this wonderful content has been glorious.

Now, let’s see what the next year brings 😉🌸🦇💜

#elriel #elriel month

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The Shocking Adventures of Lumen - Part 6

(art by CBL_art on twitter.)

Lumen is starting to realize some drawbacks to his new size. After hours of flying across the desert, he is exhausted and sweaty. He just wants to get cleaned up and take a nap, but that's much easier said than done. Sometimes you just need a helping hand... or a couple GIANT helping hands.

... I'm gonna get in so much trouble for the dumb pun in this chapter.

(P.S. Ya boi's got Linktree and Bluesky now)

[Prologue] || [Previous Chapter] || [Next Chapter (Coming Soon)

Lumen wiped the sweat from his brow and let out a long sigh. He had been at it for nearly half an hour, and he still had barely even managed to wash a quarter of the surface area. Even soft, his schlong was pushing three feet long, which would be an impressive member even for an ogre, but on the pint-size pixie, his cock was nine times longer than he was! And that didn’t even factor in the sheer girth of his shaft, nor did it take into consideration his massive nuts! With the magic of druidcraft, Lumen had managed to fasten a sponge to a stick which gave him a much longer reach, but he was still trying to scrub a schlong that was the size of a train car!

Lumen was already getting exhausted. He just wanted to wash the funk from his body and take a nap, but he knew that he was just going to get dirty again during the laborious process of scrubbing his schlong. Part of him said he should go ahead and wash his body, take a break, and then focus on washing the rest of his package once he had time to catch his breath, but his muscles were aching from the sheer effort of not just washing the bottom third of his shaft but also from dragging his immense meat this far in the first place!

Lumen had made great time while flying. Thanks to his control of the air currents around him, he could really zip along, but he could only travel in short stints. After twenty minutes or so, he would be so winded that he’d have to stop and catch his breath. He probably wouldn’t have had to worry about getting run so thoroughly ragged had things not gotten so out of control when he was fooling around with the barkeep back at the oasis, but there was no use worrying about what had already happened. It wasn’t like Lumen would agree to reducing the size of his dick even if the opportunity presented itself! He loved being huge. Having to carry a schlong that weighed several times more than his body was only a minor inconvenience. If anything, the sheer amount of effort it took to hoist such an immense package got Lumen even more excited every time he took off.

Lumen flopped back onto his sack and let out a contented sigh as he stared up at the clouds floating by. If only he could be as big and buoyant as the clouds. A mountain sized mass that could float endlessly through the air.

As Lumen’s mind wandered, his already immense shaft began to harden and swell beneath him. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched as his fat cock stiffened and thickened. Even as just a chub, his humongous cock felt fantastic. The sheer mass of his enormous cock, which dwarfed his body by several degrees of magnitude, made the pleasantly plump sensation of his semi so intense that his mind started to feel foggy from the intensity of his own bliss.

In some ways it was a shame that he was so tiny and his dick so huge. There was no way he’d be able to play with it by himself, but the amazing sensation of his colossal cock swelling hands free more than made up for it. Even when he wasn’t horny, the sheer weight of his cock and balls and the sheer size of his bait and tackle got him so incredibly giddy.

Lumen once again laid back and propped his head under his hands and watched the clouds go by. His bath would have to wait a while longer. For now, he just wanted to rest his muscles and bask in the sensation of his super-sized semi floating lazily in the pond water beneath him.

Lumen had no idea how long he was lazing about. He was so contented that he drifted in and out of consciousness while he soaked up the sun and the pleasant sensation of his chubby, but eventually a sound caught his attention.

Lumen could hear splashing near the edge of the pond. He once again propped himself up on his elbows and glanced towards the direction of the sound. It didn’t take Lumen long to spot the source of the noise. Standing beside the pond was an impressively large figure. Lumen tilted his head curiously as he watched. He had never seen a creature like this before, but he had heard stories.

The new arrival was taller than an orc but a good deal slimmer. The blue furred body had dense, lean muscle packed onto its towering frame. The otherwise humanoid face had a wide, flat, cow-like nose and had similarly cow-like ears drooping from the sides of its head.

This had to be a firbolg – a distance relative of Lumen’s kind. It was hard to believe that two creatures who were so wildly different could both be considered fey, but faeries and firbolg both had their origins in the fey realm. Although… given the range of sizes in the spiders Lumen had encountered since he had begun adventuring, perhaps it wasn’t that unbelievable that two creatures, one four inches tall and one closer to ten feet tall, could be closely related.

That said, taxonomy wasn’t first and foremost in Lumen’s mind at the moment. The massive creature was wading into the pond and had its eyes locked on Lumen. Although… perhaps it would be more precise to say that it had its eyes locked on Lumen’s cock.

The creature didn’t seem to even notice the tiny fairy that was floating atop the three feet of phallus. As far as it could tell, the enormous member that floated in the middle of the pond was completely detached from any owner.

Lumen was tempted to stay hidden and see what the firbolg had in mind, but he figured it was probably best to nip this in the bud. After all, he didn’t know what the firbolg’s intentions were. The massive creature seemed to be eying Lumen’s meat curiously, but Lumen wasn’t sure if this creature knew to abide by the ‘look but don’t touch’ rules.

Lumen focused his thoughts on the firbolg and projected his words into the firbolg’s mind. “Hold on,” Lumen said in sylvan, the language of the fey.

The firbolg stopped in its tracks and cocked a head curiously. “Who is there?” Came the reply to Lumen’s query.

The firbolg spoke its reply aloud. His deep, melodic voice was so powerful that Lumen could feel the vibrations in his chest. The firbolg did not seem to be aggressive. If anything, his tone of voice sounded amiable albeit curious.

“You’re looking right at me… well… part of me. Look lower… a little to the left… ok… right there…” Lumen projected to the firbolg. He guided the firbolg’s gaze up along the length of Lumen’s impressive shaft up towards the tiny figure that sat nestled between the enormous nuts. Once their eyes met, Lumen gave the massive, blue-furred creature a welcoming wave.

“How did this come to be?” The firbolg asked. “Is this some curse? I do not believe it to be the waters. I have lived here for years and have not sensed any foul magics.”

“No. No curse. I actually quite like how I am,” Lumen replied.

“Strange… is it not a hindrance?” the firb asked. His eyes once more glanced along the length of Lumen’s shaft, but this time he seemed less worried and more intrigued.

“It can be, but I’m learning to manage,” Lumen replied.

By this point, the firbolg had waded out far enough into the water that he was now standing directly beside Lumen’s soft cock. The firbolg was impressively large especially by Lumen’s standards. He was so tall that his feet could touch the bottom of the pond and the water only came up to his chest. The firbolg leaned in and looked intently at the tiny figure that was riding the raft-sized schlong. The giant was so huge that even just his face completely dwarfed Lumen’s body. Even just the ridge of his wide, cow-like nose was longer than Lumen was tall.

“How strange…” the firbolg murmured as he eyed the fairy’s tiny body intently.

“Are you still talking about my… you know…?” Lumen asked.

“This energy you have…” the firbolg mused out loud as he continued to eye the tiny fairy intently.

Lumen suddenly started to feel incredibly uncomfortable. The firbolg had leaned in even closer and was now so close that Lumen’s could feel the breath coming from the firbolg’s cow-like nose. The firbolg was now looking directly at Lumen instead of Lumen’s enormous cock, and yet somehow, it felt like he was no longer looking at Lumen at all. It was like he was looking past the tiny fairy or through him!

“Uh… A little personal space?” Lumen asked nervously.

“It is much like the essence of the spirits… the spirits of the storm… how curious…” The firbolg commented to himself. He leaned in even closer. Now he had to rest a hand against Lumen’s shaft and another against Lumen’s sack to steady himself.

Lumen was not comfortable with how the firbolg was staring at him, and yet, his cock twitched to life in spite of him. The firbolg’s hands were surprisingly soft. The giant’s huge, warm mitts felt fantastic against Lumen’s enormous semi. However, the firbolg’s gaze was so unnerving, that Lumen was having a hard time enjoying the feeling of the giant’s hands on his cock and balls.

“Could you cut it out!?” Lumen asked, this time more forcefully.

The firbolg didn’t seem to be paying attention. He was too focused on whatever this energy was that he was muttering about. The firbolg was now leaning in so close to Lumen that the brass ring hanging from the firbolg’s nose was now dangling dangerously close to Lumen’s head.

“This energy… It’s the same as the elemental spirits of the valley, but it has suffused this creature. Could it be the cause of this growth?” He muttered to himself.

Lumen was more than a little peeved by this point. He gritted his teeth and focused his energy inward causing his body and package to surge outward in every direction. Lumen was suddenly eight inches tall instead of the usual four and his cock surged from three feet to six! Yet despite his sudden surge in size, the firbolg was still fixated on Lumen’s aura rather than the fairy himself. The firbolg readjusted his position to account for the rapidly expanding dong, but other than that seemed to not even notice Lumen’s growth.

Lumen stared right up at the firbolg and reached up and grabbed the ring dangling from the firbolg’s nose. At Lumen’s new size, the nose ring was the size of an oversized door knocker. The brass ring fit so perfectly into the palm of his hand that it seemed like it had been made just for him. While Lumen gripped the brass ring in his hand, he summoned up the elemental energy that the firbolg seemed so fixated on and focused it onto his hand.

“I said! Cut! It! Out!” Lumen shouted.

Right as the words escaped Lumen’s lips, a surge of electricity arced through his hand and into the firbolg’s nose ring. The shock traveled up the brass ring and straight into the firbolg’s sinuses. The firbolg was so shocked, literally and figuratively, that he immediately jumped backwards from the now enormous floating cock and balls.

The firbolg steadied himself and rubbed his numb and tingling snout. “That was incredibly rude of me,” he said apologetically.

“Yes. It was,” Lumen replied.

Lumen couldn’t bring himself to look the giant in the eyes, but this was not because Lumen was upset with the guy. When Lumen had enlarged himself, he felt the giant’s hands dwindling against the fairy’s massive shaft and balls. The feeling of growth was exhilarating and caused Lumen’s obsession to rear its head. Lumen was now flying past half-mast. He just hoped that the giant didn’t realize how worked up Lumen had gotten. Fortunately, the firbolg also seemed to be averting his gaze.

“I do not see many people out this far. I have forgotten my manners,” the firbolg explained sheepishly.

“It’s fine… and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have zapped you… I just get really antsy when people treat me like… well, like an object…” Lumen replied.

“Is that something that happens often?” The firbolg asked.

“Too often…” Lumen replied.

“I see… I have indeed been incredibly rude,” the firbolg said apologetically.

“I said it’s fine… just… don’t do it again, ok?” Lumen said. He then paused for a beat, let out a sigh and released the magic that was making him larger. Lumen quickly reverted to his normal size. There was a slight tinge of longing as he shrunk back down, but Lumen knew that he wasn’t strong enough yet to maintain that size full-time.

After a moment of staring out at the length of his enormous stiffy, Lumen took a deep breath and raised a tiny hand out for the giant to shake. “We should start over. I’m Lumen,” the fairy said.

“I am called Phinneas,” the firb replied.

The giant firbolg reached out a hand. He was so much larger than Lumen that Lumen could only grip the tip of the firbolg’s pointer finger.

“Nice to meet you… so you live out here?” Lumen asked.

“For the past few months, yes,” Phinneas replied. “I have lived in this valley for years, but I travel around. I’m a… what is a good word for it. A student of the natural world? I came here to commune with the elements and study their role in the world.”

Phineas stared out into the forest surrounding them. For a moment he seemed to forget that Lumen was there and was instead just soaking up the natural beauty around him.

Lumen waited a moment for the giant to finish his short meditation and then said, “You seemed super keen on me there for a minute.”

“Indeed. You have the same aura to you as the elemental spirits I have communed with, but you are not a spirit,” Phinneas explained.

Lumen rolled his eyes and replied, “Yeah. No.”

“So, then what are you?” Phinneas said. The question didn’t seem directed at Lumen. It was more like he was thinking aloud.

“I’m a fairy…?” Lumen replied.

“Indeed… But the few fairies I have met did not have the same energy that you do.” Phineas said. He took another moment to ponder the situation. Lumen rolled his eyes but waited patiently for the giant to once more emerge from his mind palace.

Lumen didn’t really understand what Phinneas was talking about. The firbolg seemed fascinated by Lumen’s “aura” but Lumen didn’t really see why it mattered. Eventually, when it seemed like Phineas was ready to listen, Lumen responded, “I have, like, storm magic. Is that really that rare?”

“You tell me,” Phinneas replied. “Is this common where you are from?”

Lumen thought about it for a moment. He had always had these powers. Although, he had never had the reason or opportunity to flex them until recently. Others in his village also had limited control of wind and lightning, but Lumen could not recall a time when anyone had done anything more than simple cantrips or parlor tricks.

“I don’t know. Maybe?” Lumen replied with a shrug.

“Hmm… You should meditate with me,” Phineas said after another long pause.

“No,” Lumen said flatly.

“No?” Phineas sputtered. He was clearly taken aback by how quickly Lumen shot him down.

“Look. I know you mean well, but I’m tired and sweaty and I really just want to finish my bath,” Lumen sighed.

“Oh! I did not realize. I have been truly rude, haven’t I?” Phineas sputtered.

“It’s fine. I was just relaxing between phases, anyway,” Lumen said with a casual wave.

“Between…? Explain,” Phineas said.

“I’ve got a lot of ground to cover,” Lumen explained and gestured towards the expanse of his massive cock that was floating in the middle of the lake. Lumen had reverted back to his normal size, but even still, Lumen’s enormous shaft was almost as long as the firbolg’s arm and as thick as the firbolg’s chest.

The firbolg once more looked down at the massive cock and balls that were floating in front of him. It was like a lightbulb clicked on in his brain. Somehow, he seen the enormous mass of flesh floating in the water, but he had not realized the implication until now. His blue face suddenly turned a shade of indigo as the blood rushed to his cheeks.

“Oh… Oh my…” Phineas murmured in awe.

Lumen didn’t need telepathy to know what was going on in the firbolg’s face. The towering, blue giant was going on an extended face journey as the reality of the situation steadily dawned on him.

“Did… did you really not realize that that was my dick?” Lumen asked.

“I did not,” Phineas replied.

“I can’t… what did you think…” Lumen tried to say, but he was having a hard time stifling his laughter.

“It’s mostly underwater! I couldn’t make out the shape! I thought it was an alligator or something similar! Then I saw that you were grafted to it and didn’t know what to think!” Phineas protested.

“Grafted!?” Lumen asked between laughs.

“Yes. Many monsters use small creatures like you to lure unsuspecting travelers,” Phineas explained.

“So, I’m an angler fish, now?” Lumen giggled.

“No. You’re much too big for that,” Phineas replied.

Lumen completely lost it at this point. He flopped back against his nuts, grabbed his sides, and howled with laughter. “It’s attached to my crotch!” Lumen cackled.

“I didn’t… I didn’t look that closely at… there… That would be rude…” Phineas stammered.

“You’re so worried about being rude, and yet you’re still gripping my dick,” Lumen said between laughs.

“I… Oh… Oh my…” Phineas murmured as he looked down and realized that he was still resting his hands on the fairy’s enormous shaft.

“Relax. It’s fine. It’s fine. It feels kinda nice, to be honest,” Lumen said. By this point his laughter had mostly died down, but his sides still ached.

“Still. I should have asked…” Phineas replied.

Lumen waved him off. “It’s fine. You didn’t know,” he said.

Phineas stood there a moment just staring down at his hands which were still resting on Lumen’s thick shaft. His face grew a deeper and deeper shade of purple as the gears turned in his head.

Lumen raised an eyebrow and looked up at the giant. The silence was beginning to become awkward. Lumen had half a mind to snap the firbolg out of whatever trance had overtaken him, but right before Lumen could say anything, Phineas spoke up.

“How about… what if I helped you?” The giant asked.

“W-what!?” Lumen yelped.

The giant and the fairy just stared at each other in stunned silence as they both processed what Phineas had just said. Phineas looked mortified.

“You said it yourself it would be a lot of work to handle by yourself,” Phineas explained awkwardly.

Lumen couldn’t help but smirk. Now that the giant had been knocked out of turbo-nerd mode, he was actually kind of cute.

“Say I did let you help me…” Lumen mused out loud. He glanced up at the firbolg to see how Phineas reacted to this before he continued on. Phineas seemed a little excited which just made Lumen struggle to suppress a giggle. However, after a dramatic pause, Lumen continued.

“If I did let you help me, do you promise to be on your best behavior?” Lumen asked.

“Of course! … but what does that mean?” Phineas asked.

“It means, no prying about spirits or sensing my aura or reading my palms or whatever weird stuff you were trying to do!” Lumen said.

“Oh. Yes. I can do that,” Phineas replied.

“Good. Then we have an agreement!” Lumen said.

There was a lull in the conversation as both participants looked at each other. It seemed both were waiting on the other to make the first move. Eventually, however, Phineas spoke up.

“I have something that may help,” Phineas said as he took off the small pouch that hung around his neck like a pendant.

“Hmm?” Lumen asked while eying the pouch curiously. The pouch itself was almost as big as Lumen was, but in the hands of the giant firbolg, it looked comically tiny. It didn’t look like it could hold more than a pair or dice or some coins.

“It’s my herb pouch. I keep incense and the like,” Phineas explained.

“I thought we agreed none of the meditation crap!” Lumen protested.

“No! That’s not my intent. Some of the herbs have other properties as well,” Phineas explained.

Lumen watched skeptically as the giant’s fingers rooted around in the pouch. The giant had two whole fingers plunged into the tiny pouch, but the pouch didn’t seem to be reacting to the intrusion. No doubt this was a bag that was much larger on the inside. It was hardly the first time Lumen had seen this trick. It was a common enchantment. In fact, the dao had given Lumen a very similar container when they had parted ways.

Phineas reached in and grabbed a pinch of powder from the bag. He sprinkled the sparkling dust around the water. Suddenly, the water began to bubble and glow. Steam rose from the now heated water, and the earthy scent of the pond and the surrounding moss soon gave way to warm, floral scents of mint and lavender.

“Scrubbing is fine, but a little soap goes a long way,” Phineas explained.

Lumen breathed deep of the pleasant aroma. The warmth of the perfumed steam filled his lungs, and the warmth of the heated water soothed his massive cock and balls.

“You’ve got to teach me the recipe,” Lumen said as he slumped contentedly back against his enormous, floating nuts.

“It’s an old family recipe, but I could share it with you when we’re done,” Phineas said.

“Mm…” Lumen murmured.

Lumen felt the tension leave his muscles almost instantly as the steam and scents soaked into him. He knew he was stiff from all the flying he had done, but he didn’t realize just how sore he was until now. Trying to maintain balance while swinging around a meat stick the size of a support beam was hell on the core!

Lumen was shocked when he felt Phineas grip Lumen’s wrist between his massive thumb and pointer finger. Yet, despite the enormous size disparity, the giant was as gentle as could be as he lifted Lumen’s arm up and gave the tiny fairy a good lathering across his chest and under his arm.

Lumen was surprised. He had expected Phineas to dive straight in and start on the fairy’s enormous cock, but Lumen wasn’t complaining. The fur on the ‘bolg’s fingers was short and soft which made it feel like Lumen was being scrubbed with a warm, plush washcloth.

Lumen sighed contentedly as the giant’s fingers rubbed the suds into his skin and massaged his sore muscles. Phineas hadn’t so much as grazed Lumen’s cock since he had started washing the tiny fairy, but Lumen was still already flying at half-mast. He wasn’t even particularly horny. The combination of the soothing scents and the relaxing massage made him feel so blissfully content that his dick just started to swell up in response. It was like a lazy afternoon semi which was the best kind.

It didn’t take long for Phineas to finish scrubbing Lumen’s tiny body. Lumen let out a disappointed murmur as Phineas’s fingers left his body, but his disappointment was quickly replaced with excitement as the firbolg’s strong fingers began to kneed the suds into the fairy’s swollen sack.

Lumen’s boulder-sized stones were massive even to the giant. Each enormous orb was easily three times larger than Phineas’s head! Yet, Phineas did not seem deterred. He threw himself wholeheartedly into the task of scrubbing and massaging Lumen’s enormous nuts.

Lumen reclined in the valley between his two enormous, floating nuts as the giant went about his business. The massage felt so fantastic that Lumen continued to softly murmur contentedly under his breath as the firbolg went about his task in solemn silence. By the time Phineas was nearly done scrubbing Lumen’s sack, Lumen’s cock was fully hard.

Occasionally, Lumen would steal a glance at Phineas’ face. The look of intensity and excitement on the giant’s face was surprisingly endearing. Phineas was clearly trying his hardest to remain on task, but it was obvious that he was enjoying this as much as Lumen was. The giant’s dick was well below the water, so Lumen couldn’t see it, but Lumen was sure that Phineas was well on his way to having a stiffy of his own.

Soon, all that was left was the main event – the shaft itself. By this point, Phineas was blushing so intensely that the bright red of his skin bled through his thin layer of fur giving him a deep, plum color. He was clearly still trying to act like he wasn’t enjoying this, but the blushing and the furtive glances he stole at the pre-dribbling slit of Lumen’s now fully rigid cock gave him away.

Lumen shuddered in anticipation as Phineas placed a hand on either side of the fairy’s rigid shaft, but his anticipation gave way to surprise when, instead of stroking, Phineas began to drag Lumen’s cock along with him. Lumen sat back and watched intently as Phineas slowly waded towards the shallower section of the pond with the fairy’s massive schlong in tow. Soon, the water was only up to Phineas’s midriff then only up to the giant’s waist.

Lumen cocked an eyebrow and smirked knowingly as the giant’s rigid shaft poked up from beneath the water. Phineas’s cock was as blue as the rest of him but with a cute, pink tip. The giant’s rod was completely soaked in sudsy pond water, but even so, Lumen could tell that he was leaking a decent amount of pre in anticipation of what came next.

Phineas knelt down and wrapped his arms around Lumen’s fat shaft. Lumen suddenly felt like he was in a cart steadily ascending a steeper and steeper track. As the giant stood back up, the tip of Lumen’s cock was lifted higher and higher into the air until it stood vertically. Instead of reclining against his massive sack, Lumen now found lying atop them! As Lumen stared up at the apparent redwood between his legs, he could see the firbolg’s powerful arms wrapped around the shaft and the firbolg’s face smirking down at him from above.

Lumen’s cock was huge even for the giant. Now that it was fully hard, the fairy’s enormous rod was even thicker than the giant’s torso! Phineas’s dick now dug into the underside of Lumen’s sensitive cock and pressed against his sack and the tip of Lumen’s puffed-up cock head pressed against the giant’s chin.

Lumen shuddered and writhed as he felt the giant’s powerful arms stroke up and down the fairy’s massive, trembling shaft. The soft, sudsy fur on the giant’s chest and abs massaged and scrubbed the sensitive underside of Lumen’s fully boned cock.

Lumen was already in heaven, but his whole body suddenly tensed and his cock lurched as he felt Phineas’s wide nose and thick, cow-like tongue pressed against the sensitive flesh of the fairy’s cock head.

Lumen shuddered with bliss as Phineas licked the tip. The way Phineas was using his entire upper body to stroke Lumen’s massive shaft. The way Phineas’s tongue lapped at the tip of Lumen’s dick. It all felt so fantastic. It was so amazing that for a moment Lumen almost considered giving up his quest to get even bigger! After all, how would he get this level of bliss if he outgrew even the largest races’ ability to stroke him off!

But that moment of hesitation was fleeting. As Lumen laid back atop his own balls and stared up groggily at the massive spire that rose above him, Lumen once again felt his desire to get even bigger well up within him. That cock looked so huge and so fantastic. It looked massive next to even a firbolg! What would it look like next to one of the smaller races!

Lumen continued to writhe and whimper with bliss. His cock felt fantastic. His cock looked fantastic! It was like a dream come true! Everything was so amazing that he could barely hold back his need to cream.

By this point, Phineas had ditched all pretense. He was every bit as horny as the tiny fairy. Phineas could feel the fairy’s massive cock shuddering in his arms. He could feel the enormous shaft bucking and lurching in his arms. The warmth and scent coming off of Lumen’s fantastically huge cock was intoxicating. Even the taste of Lumen’s pre against his tongue was maddeningly hot. The towering firbolg let out a grunt as his cock lurched and spurted cum against the underside of the fairy’s massive shaft, but he didn’t let his own release distract him from finishing the task which now loomed before him. Phineas continued to stroke and scrub and lick and grind against Lumen’s massive, shuddering rod. The fairy’s tiny voice cried out in bliss.

It wasn’t long before Lumen finally reached his limit. The fairy’s enormous cock bucked and lurched so hard that Phineas could no longer keep it wrangled. Lumen’s dick broke free of the firbolg’s grasp. Lumen cried out as spurt after massive, gooey spurt of spunk shot straight into the air and crashed down around them. Thick, heavy wads of spunk splashed down and mixed with the sudsy water of the pond.

It wasn’t long before Lumen and Phineas were thoroughly soaked in the fairy’s spunk, and yet Lumen kept cumming. Again and again, his nuts tensed, his cock lurched, and a huge spray of jizz arced into the air. The ropes of cum arced so far into the air that they splattered against even the upper canopy of the surrounding trees.

By the time Lumen’s climax finally began to taper off, a thick layer of spunk coated much of the surrounding earth and foliage. Lumen was left gasping for breath as he floated atop his own enormous package. Lumen was so overwhelmed by the afterglow that he was only vaguely aware that Phineas had slumped over and was now clinging to Lumen’s now deflated rod like a clump of flotsam after a shipwreck.

Eventually Lumen came down from the afterglow and even managed to catch his breath. He gazed groggily over at the giant that was now draped over the fairy’s enormous, soft cock.

“I think… I’ll need your help getting cleaned up again,” Lumen said between gasps.

“Indeed…” Phineas replied.

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