#and they completed the task they didn't manage that night in the middle of the war and brought peace 🙏 the end

[lullaebies]

Absolutely love your blog! If you're still taking Jaehaera/Aegon III requests what about one where they're in a secret relationship and are keeping it from their families but some shenanigans ensue (maybe they snuck out or something, or someone walked in on them kissing?) and they're somehow discovered? Also please overprotective father Aegon II because yes!

(Preferably an AU where the Dance happens later?)

The gathering in the room feels like a court of thorns, and Jaehaera feels as if she is going to hurl. Standing by her family with her grandmother looking at all around with hawk eyes, she feels if something is about to implode. Aegon had been taken from her side to his mother’s, Princess Rhaenyra. The heiress to the Throne had been most wroth, her, her husband, and her sons waking in the middle of the night for this… issue.

The worst of it all, Jaehaerys had been still laughing with damn near tears in his eyes while telling what he witnessed. She had begged him to leave it be, but then he and Aegon got into an altercation, and now… Ugh!

“So I enter her room because I left my book there—” he looks at Princess Rhaenyra and her family, particularly Aegon. “It was my room once too, do mind— and what do I see if not Aegon the Younger pining my sister against her own closet? The closet, grandmother. He didn’t have the mind to get her against a bed.”

She’s going to choke him.

“Oh, fuck off,” Aegon yells at her twin. “As if she hasn’t told me about you becoming a damn near Rosby stableboy in your visits there—”

Princess Rhaenyra pushes him back to his half-brothers, the lot of the brown haired boys holding their brother of nine and ten, yet only his father manages to stare him down. On the other hand, her father had been gritting his teeth beside her, while mother held onto Jaehaerys’s forearm in warning. Alicent gives her twin a pointed look.

“Mind your words, Jaehaerys,” she says, and turns to look at Rhaenyra and her family. “Prince Aegon, would you mind explaining how you came into my granddaughter's rooms?” 

Aegon licks his lips, and Jaehaera swallows. The story is longer than both of them would be able to admit. Despite the blood feud of the families, they had managed to talk last year at the ball for her and Jaehaerys five and tenth nameday. Even went on a joint ride with Morghul and Stormcloud, and before he left for Dragonstone, they decided on a day to meet again at the Kingswood. Such meetings repeated. They could only afford a day a moon, but those days were all so sweet. Did she do anything wrong? Yes, had been the objective answer, but she couldn’t care for it.

And here he is, in her very own home. They could hardly speak by their family, how could she not ask for a moment of privacy?

Rhaenyra rubs her temples. “Things like these happen at this age, Alicent,” she says. “You are stressing Jaehaera and Aegon both.”

Alicent furrows her brows. “Oh, these things do happen at this age, don’t they?” she asks, glaring. “We had known since we were her age how reputation matters in finding marriage. Your son is three years her elder and should know not to fiddle with a noble girl’s corset strings at the hour of the bat.”

Jaehaera feels some tears well up in her eyes. She doesn’t care for the embarrassment of being caught by now, but this makes her feel a fool. It had been nothing insidious, was it? They hadn’t even kissed until they celebrated the new year. She hadn’t lost her chastity, either. It is not just…

“He came into those rooms because your granddaughter let him in, Queen Alicent,” Prince Daemon says. “You should mind her doings before you lay judgement on my son’s.”

Jaehaera’s father had been standing quiet for the longest while, but with that he flares. “Men had been sent to the wall and got castrated for less, Uncle. If you don’t like my mother’s judgement, perhaps I should see to it?”

She holds onto her father’s arm. Please, let this stop. 

Daemon eyes him dangerously. “See to your own misgivings,” he says. “Your own son laughs at your daughter's.”

“Father, please,” Jaehaera says, when Aegon the Elder tries and almost manages to escape her grip. Her mother and brother come quickly beside them. Her mother stands in front of her father and puts a hand on his chest, warning, while Jaehaerys comes to Jaehaera’s side, a wroth smirk thrown at their grand-uncle’s way.

“I am laughing at my sister’s choices, grand uncle. At least if it had been Viserys, he has my aunt’s pretty face,” he says, backing their father for once. They often argue, but at times they work together, they prove they’re made of the same cloth. “The Seven had laughed at Aegon giving him yours.”

Daemon starts stepping towards them. “You think you are a jester, you defected—”

Prince Jacaerys comes against his step-father to stop him from coming forward, the same ways her mother has to stop her father from doing the same. Her grandmother and Princess Rhaenyra had come to yell at one another, and even the kingsguard had come to get involved. Jaehaera’s body is reduced to shaking, fat tears fully sliding down her cheek.

“I’m sorry,” she says quietly between gentle sobs, the sleeves of a dishevelled dress wiping against her face again and again to try and catch all the tears. Only the family beside her hears, so loud were the voices in the room. Her brother and father turn around, with similarly apprehensive faces. “Please, please stop..”

Behind them, from the other side of the room, Aegon sees her in her pathetic state too. She never was the emotional type, and she had oft hoped he liked it for he had been none too different. The unusual petrification on his face makes her blood feel as if it is running dry, and it feels all gone when the dark amethyst of his eyes fall into what she could only call resigned acceptance.

Aegon, her Aegon, comes by his mother and her grandmother, holding Princess Rhaenyra’s arm. “It was my fault. We didn’t mean to… I took it too far,” he finally says. “I won’t come by her any more, Queen Alicent.”

It hurts more than anything else he could’ve said.

Her mother pushes their father aside to cloak her in an embrace. Jaehaera can only tremble and sob against her mother’s robe.

The room grows silent as Princess Rhaenyra and Queen Alicent agree to not tell The King or all else of the incident; so ill had been King Viserys, it had not been worth ailing her grandfather further with this issue when he had been on the brink of passing. 

All is to be forgotten, and cast away. Jaehaera’s puffy eyes lift from her mother’s shoulder, and catch his gaze one last time before he leaves. He tries to mouth something, but is pushed by his family out of the room.

Jaehaera sinks against her mother again. Even if she banishes the days in the green Kingswood from her thoughts, the scent of the campfire charring wood black will live in her dreams.

#and they completed the task they didn't manage that night in the middle of the war and brought peace 🙏 the end #i wish i could add more jaehaerys shittalking it was my favorite thing #i have one more request for jaehaera/aegon iii and then im focusing on exams and my longfic #jaehaegon #aegon iii targaryen x jaehaera targaryen #jaehaera targaryen x aegon iii targaryen #aegon iii targaryen #jaehaera targaryen #alicent hightower #prince jaehaerys targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #i would tag daemon and rhaenyra too but i don't think those who go their tag would care for this #hotd #hotd fanfic #my fics #my fanfics #reqs #answered #forwithinthishollowcrown

[astraystayyh]

The only exception

barista Minho x reader. strangers to lovers. slow burn. if you can, listen to The only exception by Paramore while reading :)

Minho was content with straying away as far as possible from love. That is until you stumbled into his café on a rainy night, and unwittingly, into his life.

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i.

Minho sweeps the countertop with a blue rug, wiping away the scattered droplets of spilled coffee. He grabs a pastry from the showcase- a blondie with a raspberry drizzle on top, placing it on a plate decorated with dainty flowers. And then he gives it to the middle-aged man sitting near the back of the café. 

Minho is in Aurora, completing his mid-day shift, and yet it feels as if he's only physically there. His body is moving on auto-pilot, mechanically performing the familiar tasks etched into his memory by now. And he likes it, since it drowns out the tumultuous thoughts plaguing his mind.

Minho used to look forward to the days when Marta- Aurora's exceptional baker, would prepare blondies. The alluring aroma of the freshly made pastry would waft through the café, enveloping both Minho and the customers in a soothing embrace. He enjoyed preparing the coffee and drawing different pretty patterns on top of it. He also liked the music playing, and sometimes, the manager would even let him play some of his own playlists. 

But that was before Minho got his heart broken, torn in half, carelessly, as if it didn't belong to a breathing human, but rather to an unfeeling entity. Now, his lattes are void of intricate designs, the blondies prepared by Marta remain untouched, and his mind doesn't register the music playing. 

He's just existing, in a stillness he perfectly curated. He's a placid river, undisrupted, running its usual course day after day. 

Minho watches as the man clad in a polished suit finishes his treat, before getting up and leaving Aurora with hurried steps. He eats alone now, Minho has noticed, and his ring finger is void of the gold band he used to wear.

Perhaps that's what Minho's fate would also be. Eating alone in cafés he used to bring his lover to, basking in the chatter surrounding him, in the desperate hope that it'll fill the void inside him. 

ii. 

it's a Thursday, which means Minho is working the night shift at Aurora. It's pouring rain outside, the incessant water droplets a misty veil that fogs up the café's windows. Amidst the downpour, he catches sight of a couple dashing through the rain, hands tightly clutched into one another. They're giggling, as if the rain falling isn't a nuisance, but rather an elixir heightening their love. Minho looks the other way. 

The door to Aurora is pushed open, and Minho watches as you set foot inside. You're drenched in rain, from head to toe, strands of your hair sticking to your cheek. You exhale in relief, closing your eyes for a split second as the warmth of the café surrounds you- like a childhood blanket tightly wrapped around your being. There is a hint of a smile as you walk to the counter. It only grows when your eyes set on Minho. 

"Hi!" you greet cheerfully and he simply nods in return. The weather was horrible and you were probably uncomfortable from the clothes clinging to your skin, so what were you exactly joyful about?

"Can I have hot chocolate, please? Oh, and a piece of that brownie," you point to the showcase, and he follows your line of sight. 

"Sure, anything else?" 

"No, thank you," you smile, and he nods once again. "That will be 10 dollars." 

"Here," you hand him a crumpled bill and he takes it from you carefully, ensuring your hands don't brush against one another. 

You sit down on a chair near the window, and Minho dutifully prepares your order. He brings it to you once he's done, and you grin at him once again. You smile a lot, he thinks to himself. 

Minho goes on with his tasks, cleaning the dirty cups in the sink and grounding the coffee beans. When he's done, he can't help but notice you grabbing some napkins from the table and dabbing your neck and face dry with them. He sighs to himself before retreating to the café's backroom.

"Here, to dry your hair with," he says, handing you a clean towel.

Minho leaves before you could smile at him again. 

iii. 

It's Tuesday, and Minho has just served a freshly baked cinnamon roll to Mark- the middle-aged man who just introduced himself to Minho after months of frequenting Aurora.

Minho liked having regulars in his shifts, familiar faces to look into. This was part of the reason why he picked being a barista as a part-time job- he enjoyed people-watching. Not in a noisy way; he simply liked imagining the lives of the people surrounding him. It served as a distraction from his own. 

Among the regulars was a woman in her thirties who only ordered a chaï latte with a blueberry muffin. Then there was that one student, with blonde hair and freckles dusting his cheeks. He really despised bitter coffee, always ordering his with abnormal amounts of syrup.

And now, there was you too. You've been coming to Aurora regularly for the past few weeks since your initial visit. Minho still hasn't memorized your go-to order because you don't have one. You pick a new drink each time as if you were on a mission to taste everything on the menu. 

You come here alone, occupying the same seat by the window with your chin resting on your palm. He suspects you enjoy people-watching too since you often gaze outside. You also bring books with you, reading them while sipping on your beverage. Sometimes you write too, in a tiny sage notepad. 

And you smile, god do you smile a lot. At young children passing by in the street, at an elderly couple holding hands, at the black cat that sleeps on the edge of the window. And you smile at Minho. Each time you order, each time your eyes meet his from across the café. Minho likes to believe that happiness was so deeply ingrained within you, it became the very essence of your soul- an intrinsic part of your being you could not part with.

The door to Aurora is pushed open and Minho isn't surprised to see you entering once again, your bag loosely hanging from your shoulder. 

"Hi!" you greet excitedly as you usually do, and Minho simply nods, as he usually does. 

"I'm sorry if this is a bit weird," you preface, piquing Minho's curiosity. "I'm not really craving anything today, so can you make me your favorite drink?"

"My favorite drink?" he repeats, a bit incredulously and you nod eagerly. "Yes, I drink anything and I don't have any allergies, so whatever you prepare is fine!" you smile hopefully at him.

He stays silent, mulling over your request. He goes to say no, but the smile slowly slipping from your face makes a strange pang of guilt wash over him.

"On second thought, I'll just have-"

"Okay," he interrupts, "I'll bring it to you when it's done," he quickly says and the smile etches itself on your lips once again. Minho feels an unexpected relief dawn on him at its sight.

"Thank you! I'm yn, by the way," you introduce.

"Minho," he says, although you can read it on his nametag. 

"Minho," you repeat, and he finds himself itching to hear his name dripping from your lips again.

Minho prepares you an iced americano with cold foam, and two pumps of white mocha, since you seem to enjoy drinks on the sweeter side. He watches breathlessly from the counter as you take a sip of it, closing your eyes to fully relish in its taste. Your nose scrunches up in delight before you quickly turn around to shoot him a thumbs up from afar. 

Minho nods, before turning his back to you. Unwillingly, a small smile tugs at his lips. He's glad you liked it. 

iv.

Another Thursday unfolds following its usual routine. Mark occupies his customary spot in the rear of the café, while the scent of Marta's lemon madeleines permeates the kitchen.

Except you're not smiling. 

Minho finds it odd, how there was no cheerfulness in your steps as you walked to the counter. You did not smile while ordering, and your voice carried a tinge of sadness when you thanked him.

You did not ask about his day, nor about his cats- that was also something unusual for you to do. You've asked about them each time since Minho told you about them. He didn't plan on doing so, he just saw you one day eyeing the stickers of his three cats on his phone case, while he was counting your change.

"Are they your cats?" you asked, pointing at them and he nodded, a faint smile dancing at the corners of his lips.

"They are."

"You must love them a lot. They almost managed to make you smile," you teased, grabbing the rest of the money and walking to your usual seat. 

Minho steals brief glances at you, as he prepares your matcha latte, a drink you seemed to enjoy a lot lately. You're gazing at the window almost soulfully, your back slightly hunched as if there was an invisible weight crushing you underneath it. 

Minho nibbles on his lower lip, contemplating his next move, before grabbing the frothed milk. For the first time in months, he draws a little cat on the surface of your drink, just like he used to do a long time ago.

He brings it to you, and his heart flutters nervously as you gaze down at the cup. He almost second-guesses his action, that is until you beam at him, and Aurora suddenly feels brighter than it did seconds ago. 

v. 

"When does your shift end?" you ask Minho as he sets your perfectly crafted matcha latte on the table- an order he has committed to memory by now.

"In an hour, why?" he asks curiously and you wave your hand dismissively. "Just wanted to know." 

The seconds trickle by slowly, as the hour almost comes to an end. You watch as Minho takes off his apron, running a hand through his hair. It's gotten longer now, silky bangs he tucks behind his ear to keep them from obstructing his vision.

He talks a bit to Seungmin, the other barista that works there. And then he steals a quick glance around the room, where he finds you already looking. You wave him over, and he tilts his head slightly in confusion, before walking to your table. 

"Sit down," you smile, gesturing to the chair in front of you. Minho complies silently.

"Here," you take out a container filled with brownies from your bag. "I never properly thanked you, for the towel and for the little cat you drew on my coffee last week. So, here, thank you," you beam at him while sliding the box in his direction.

"I don't- it's nothing, you didn't have to," he says, and you notice a tinge of pink blush covering the tips of his ears.

"I wanted to. I hope you'll like them, I'm not as good as your baker, but I tried," you confess, smiling sheepishly, and Minho feels a sudden urge to vehemently contradict you, to tell you that they must taste good. And even if they didn't it wouldn't matter, because you baked them for him. And that is enough. 

But he bites the inside of his cheek harshly, physically stopping this rush of words eager to escape his mouth.

"Let's eat them together, hum?" he simply suggests, opening the container and placing a brownie on your plate before taking one himself.

"Is it good?" you ask tentatively and he pretends to contemplate your question for a moment.

"They're horrible, right? I shouldn't have taken creative liberties with the recipe and-"

"Yn, I'm just kidding," he stops you, a soft smile on his face. "They're delicious, see," he says, finishing the brownie in one bite. "Really good," he compliments, reaching for another piece. 

"Okay," you smile in relief, eyes crinkling closed. The sunlight is streaming through the window, casting a golden shadow on your face. You are swaying contently in your place, as you take another bite of the brownie. And you look happy, with him. Minho thinks the brownies are the best he's ever had because he's sharing them with you. Because he got a taste of your happiness through them. 

vi. 

"Can you believe that professor? He failed half the class and he still thinks he isn't the problem." 

You are venting to Minho about your stuck-up Economics professor, while leaning against the countertop. He's listening intently to you, drinking in the details of your face as you talk to him. For some reason, he finds the smile lines on your face mesmerizing, that and the way your eyebrows move with your every word. 

These subtle details have been engraved into his memory since the day you gave him the brownies, two months ago. He has grown fond of you, sitting at your table at the end of his shift without you having to ask. You also hang out outside of Aurora, going on frequent walks and discovering new food spots. He never felt that the conversation between you two was strenuous, or forced. It flowed naturally, like a waterfall knowing exactly where it should go.

He also finds that smiling is easy with you. At your jokes, your stories, and your existence. He's lost count of the times he found himself grinning widely at your words, or smiling softly to himself at the thought of you coming to Aurora soon.

"He's too full of himself to admit he's the one who sucks at teaching," Minho comments and you clap in agreement. 

"Right! And it's so funny because..." You're still talking but your words go unheard by Minho, like a mindless buzz in the back of his mind. He's frozen in his place, his heart beating wildly in his ribcage as he notices the couple who just came in.

His ex, with the man she cheated on him with. 

"Minho? What's wrong?" you call out, snapping him out of his daze. You're eying him worriedly, and only then does he realize how tightly he's holding the countertop. 

"Nothing," he curtly replies, as he plasters a neutral expression on his face. 

He watches as his ex's eyes widen slightly when she sees him. She forgot he was working here. Of course, it'd be easy to do so since she never visited him at Aurora anyways. Despite the flood of emotions cursing through him, Minho maintains a stoic facade, taking their orders as if she's a mere stranger and not the one behind his shattered heart.

As Minho attempts to prepare their coffee, his hand trembles uncontrollably, forcing him to stop before dropping the milk.

He didn't love her anymore, he was certain of it. But still, the sight of her brought unpleasant memories back to the surface. Ones he tried so hard to bury in the back of his mind. And Aurora was his sanctuary. One, she never tainted with her presence. Has she not taken enough from him already? 

"Minho?" you call out softly, and Minho feels guilty because he left you alone with no explanation. Still, when he turns around, he can tell you aren't upset. You are worried, looking at him cautiously. 

"Is everything okay?" you ask once again, and this time Minho can't find it in him to lie to you, so he simply shakes his head no. 

"Your hand is shaking," you observe, before gently grabbing it in yours. You cover his hand with both of your palms, squeezing it lightly to steady the tremors cursing through it. 

Your hand is warm, and very soft, a stark contrast to the sharp emotions surging within him, like pine needles puncturing his heart.

"Would you like me to serve them?" you ask softly, and Minho isn't surprised you picked up on his unease. You're perceptive, it's one of the things he likes about you. 

"Please," he responds quietly. You simply smile, reaching for an apron and wrapping it around your waist. You look adorable, intertwining yourself with his world, and the sight of you eases the ache in Minho's soul.

A few minutes later, you grab the tray from his hands and walk over to their table. Minho chuckles inwardly when he notices that you didn't smile at them, serving them with a blank face, and his chest warms a little.

He has you on his side. 

Five days later, you're sitting besides Minho on a bench; watching the sun as it dips into the ocean, painting the sky in hues of orange and yellow. Yet, the dazzling colors are the last thing on Minho's mind. All he can think about is you. How you helped him with serving the rest of the drinks that day, how he taught you how to work the coffee machines- a solace from the ugly feelings that roared in him.

"Thank you," he abruptly says and you turn to look at him, perplexed.

"For what you did the other day, with the couple that came in. That was, um... my ex and the person she cheated on me with," he confesses quietly, fiddling with his earlobe. He didn't need to tell you, but he wanted to. "I've moved on, it's just... seeing her again hurt. I don't know why." 

Your eyes soften at him, not in pity, but in care. And Minho doesn't mind being vulnerable with you. It's scaring him, but he doesn't mind.

"It's normal for it hurt, it would honestly be weird if it didn't," you smile gently and he sighs in reply, running a hand through his hair. 

"I wish it didn't."

"Love is a powerful feeling, it consumes our entire beings. That's why it hurts when our hearts are toyed with. But love itself doesn't hurt, I feel like it's what makes our world move. You know, the little gestures humans do for one another, that are fueled by love. Like, um... scratching someone's back or peeling someone's fruit. You don't have to do those things, but you do. Because you love the person, and it makes your existence feel gentler, and softer on the heart." You explain, the words leaving your mouth and wrapping around Minho's soul, healing parts of him that he didn't know were bruised.

"My point is, it's normal for you to be hurt. But I hope you don't close your heart entirely to the feeling. Because we may not have grand things in our life, but if there is a hand that brushes our tears away and one that folds our laundry, then that's enough for us to lead a beautiful life."

Minho blinks repeatedly, in a desperate attempt to keep his tears at bay. He felt as if the letters you uttered unfolded and stretched in front of his eyes, morphing into a gentle hand patting his back. Yours.

You smile softly at him, the water's reflection shimmering in your eyes. And Minho thinks that he's standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to dive into the unknown- into you. 

"How do you do it?" he chuckles in disbelief, as he leans a bit closer to you. "You make me want to believe in love again," he pauses, before adding quietly, "but only if it's with you." 

You remain silent as Minho fidgets with his fingers, before tentatively grabbing your hand in his. He doesn't look at you, his gaze fixated on the way your fingers naturally intertwine with one another- as if finding each other after a lifetime of being apart.

"You know, I'd thought I'd always live like this, keeping a comfortable distance between me and people," he says, raising his head to finally meet your eyes, "and up until now I thought I was content with it, with loneliness, I mean. But... but brownies taste sweeter when I'm with you, and Aurora is brighter when you are in it, and smiling feels like second nature around you. And I don't... I don't think I can go back to being lonely again, not when I've had a taste of you in my life." 

Minho's heart is beating wildly into his chest, and he can hear the blood rushing through his ears, frantically, as if to warn him against what he's about to say. But your thumb caresses his palm reassuringly and he wants to try again. With you.

"I- I never wanted to love again, because no one, none of it was ever worth the risk, but you... You are the only exception."

Minho exhales breathlessly and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him to your chest. You hoped that your warmth would ease his nerves a bit, that your hand on his back would feel gentle on his soul. You didn't want to rush your answer, trying to think of something that will patch up the deeply carved scar in his heart, a perfectly made band-aid in the shape of syllables.

It's a foolish hope, you realize, to instantly quiet the cries of a bruised spirit. So you simply settle on saying the truth sitting on the edge of your tongue.

"It will be quite hard, and scary for you," you whisper placing a tender kiss on his shoulder blade. "But I'll help you, if you'd let me. I'll take care of your heart better than I do with my own."

vii.

"Hey, baby," you smile at Minho, slipping behind the counter to be by his side. He pulls you by your waist, kissing your cheek softly.

"I missed you," he pouts, and you giggle, playing with strands of his hair, "I missed you too."

"Do you know what day it is today?" he asks, a shy smile gracing his face.

"No...?" you trail out and he chuckles, taking your hand in his.

"Don't worry, you didn't miss my birthday. It's just... it's been a year since you first came into Aurora."

"You remember?" you ask in amazement, your heart swelling with love for the man standing before you.

"Mm, how could I forget you? Also," he sneakily points to a table near the back, "my favorite couple is back."

You turn around, a soft gasp escaping your mouth as you find Mark gently holding the hands of his date. You smile happily when you finally notice it- the wedding ring, finally back on his finger.

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[sanakimohara]

“BRING ME A DREAM” B. C.

{ MDNI }

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Chan wasn't sure what compelled him to wake up in the middle of the night with a cold sweat settling on his bare skin and his head spinning with worry.

Pleasant would be the last word he'd use to categorize the disruption.

It took him several minutes, deep breaths, and a gentle neck roll to compose himself before he could settle his body down next to your soundly sleeping one.

Chan was surprised you hadn't stirred awake from his sudden movements but was grateful your peaceful sleep hadn't been disturbed due to whatever had bothered him.

"Shit," he whispered hoarsely, groaning quietly as his head and upper neck throbbed with a dull pain. He was used to discomfort in the area but couldn't pinpoint why it was occurring since he'd been asleep in a comfortable position for most of the night.

With a heavy exhale and another tired groan, Chan sat up in bed, careful not to shift the covers too much to avoid waking you, and when he was sure you were undisturbed, he hung his head to try and release the tension there.

The pain just seemed to grow. Chan bit back a mirage of curses as tiny pricks of tension morphed into shallow aches in his upper back. He breathed deeply, brows furrowing in frustration as his body began to combat what was bothering him, remaining like that for some time before he felt the bed shift and your soft hands reaching out to touch his back.

Chan instinctively flinched, grunting as your fingertips trailed to his shoulders and rubbed tight circles in the aching muscles. "Thank you, baby.." he breathed in contentment, visibly relaxing his body into yours that'd unfurled from the heavy covers on his bed.

You smiled sleepily, fully sitting up on your knees behind him as his head lulled back onto your shoulder. "No need to thank me, Channie…is it your neck again?" you ask him quietly, doing your best to help without hurting him further.

Your gentle hands and soft voice bring Chan a sense of peace, and he mumbles, "Yes," as his eyes slide shut while he fully welcomes you, massaging the affected spot. "Mmm," you hum in understanding, taking great care in helping him, even while half asleep, but that didn't matter to you when it came to aiding him.

He does so much for you; he'd do everything for you if he could, and despite already being burdened with the life of an idol -leader, producer, and all-around artist- he still needed a helping hand himself.

Even if he refused help most of the time.

Moments like this, being able to return the same devotion to Chan and witnessing firsthand how your dedication to him could be shown in the smallest of gestures, really did make your heart feel full.

Chan was simply glad you were his; he took pride in taking care of you, but he wasn't sure how to comprehend it whenever you'd return the favor. He was used to being in a caretaker position, but you always made it clear to him that his well-being is also your first priority.

There's no in-between.

No hesitation & not a single complaint from you.

Ever.

Deep down, he admired and loved you even more for that. So, when you'd taken the time to massage and work the pain out of his body at 3 in the morning with the sweetest smile, he was already formulating a reward for you.

It's the least he could do; even if you didn't expect anything in return, Chan couldn't help but appreciate your efforts.

His eyes peered at you, watching your delicate features scrunch up slightly in concentration as you kneaded your small hands into his shoulders, paying particular attention to each area that bothered him the most. You had done this for him before -granted, you'd also enlisted the help of a massage gun at the time- and managed to memorize the points in his upper body that required particular focus.

Chan observed you intently, wincing only once or twice when you had to work out a sore part with some force, but ultimately, you completed your task with no griping from him.

After ten minutes, you stopped putting pressure on his body and checked to see if he felt any better with a hopeful smile on your face. "Did that help?" You ask sweetly, kissing his shoulder blade lightly and letting your head settle into the crook of his neck. Chan hummed. The tension he'd felt earlier had nearly gone after your hard work, and his mind was no longer hyper-focused on relieving the pain.

"Yes, I feel much better, baby girl. Thank you.." he mumbled, dark eyes shifting to stare at your pleased expression and his lips curling into a charming smile as you blinked slowly to hide your tiredness.

"I'm glad I could help…" your hands drag down from his shoulders to travel the expanse of his back, grazing every dip of muscle he possessed before you lazily wrapped your arms around his toned torso. Chan shivered under your warm fingertips, his skin still cool from the cold sweat he'd endured during his sleep, and you flashed him a worried look as his large body reacted to your touch.

"Am…am I hurting you?" concern is evident in your voice, and you quickly remove the light weight of your body off of his. Chan shakes his head, laughing softly at your panicked state as he reaches behind to pull you back to him. "You could never hurt me, princess. I'm fine," he reassures you, eyes steady on your doe-like stare before trailing down to your plush lips that were parting to say something.

"Are you sure, Channie? If you're still not feeling alright, I can- mhmm!"

Your babbling was silenced the instant Chan pressed his lips to yours, drowning out all your worries with his tongue sliding against yours and his hands finding their respective places around your throat and lower back.

His touch burned right through the thin fabric of his shirt that you wore to bed, the heat bounding straight to your core and causing a chorus of soft moans to slip from you as he fully turned his body towards you. Chan swallowed every sound you made, chasing your lips with a particular urgency you could only compare to devotion, and your mind began to melt as he pressed for another hungry kiss after the next.

His hands traveled all over you, following every edge and curve you had to offer him, and your face heated up with every firm grope he gifted you. Chan was usually never this reactive or desperate for you. It was always the other way around, you pining for him and praying he'd let you touch and taste him as much as your little heart desired…

Now…it felt as if Chan was begging you to let him have that same privilege, and your mind was going into a lustful mush from the thought.

He pulled away from the kiss, letting you pant for air as he went to work on marking up your unblemished neck. Your body instinctively pressed closer to his, hands flying to tangle in his hair and gently tug on the soft strands as he nipped at your sweet spot.

"A-Ahm …Channie…" you yelped quietly as he abused the sensitive area, smirking against your skin while your head lulled to the side to give him better access. You pushed on his chest lightly, trying your best not to let him cloud your mind with desire when you both needed a good night's rest, but he carefully slapped your hand away from stopping him.

Chan lifted his head from your neck, eyes half-lidded as he took in the mixture of emotions flooding yours, and even then, he thought you looked purely angelic.

You could be so anxious to please and willing to take care of him while fighting the urge to let him pleasure you.

An anomaly in itself, really.

He found it cute and endearing.

"We have to get up…early," you try to reason with him, eyes lowering as you back away to lay back down, but Chan was one step ahead of you. He leaned forward, capturing your lips in another kiss to trap you underneath him and prevent you from inching further away.

You relaxed immediately, legs spreading wide open for him to lie between as he held himself up with both arms placed on either side of your head. He was careful not to crush you, opting to steal your breath away with heavy kisses and rolling his hips down against your core.

A whine tumbled from your mouth as he created a dizzying friction between your cunt and his hardening cock.

God, you were so glad he slept naked. It made it so much easier and enticing to let him fuck you.

Chan bit back a moan feeling how wet you were already, eyes narrowing down at the smug smirk on your swollen lips, and he had half a mind to make it disappear and replace it with the cock drunk smile he knew you'd never fail to show him.

However, Chan decided to bide his time and only ground against your greedy cunt harder until you were blushing and squirming underneath for more.

"Daddy…please.." you whimper as the heat in your walls builds to new heights, clenching around nothing and growing slicker from the promise of him stretching you out. Your eyes rolled slightly from the thought, and he chuckled at how desperate you were, "Please, what, princess?" He spoke to you softly, eyes trained on yours with a familiar condescending aura, and you had to look away to keep from blushing any harder.

"Please….fuck me…p-please." You swallow thickly and roll your hips to meet his to convince him your plea wasn't unreasonable, but Chan simply smiled down at you before placing a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your trembling body.

You whined and whimpered as the fleeting pass of his plump lips lowered to your waist, his hands pushed the hem of his shirt up to reveal your lower half, and the cold air hitting your skin paired with his breath fanning over your pelvis drove you insane.

Chan halted his movements, peering up to catch the sight of you biting back another longing plead and raising your hands to cover your flushed face.

You were on edge and feeling vulnerable under his gaze.

Chan took in all the shameful little noises and faces you were trying so hard to hide with a coy smirk, hands now occupied with tenderly groping the underside of your plush thighs, and his head resting against the inside of your right.

His hair tickled your skin, followed by the graze of his lips as he placed a few kisses in random spots to hear you groan softly, and he only stopped teasing when you reached down tentatively to run a hand through his hair.

"Wanna take care of you," Chan breathed the words against your skin, eyes closing as he felt the invisible chills rise through you, and all you could do was nod slowly while another shuddering moan leaped from your mouth.

At this rate, you'd come just from the sound of his voice, and that wouldn't be the worst thing in your opinion, but Chan demolished that idea by flicking his tongue across your folds.

The sudden attention to your entrance caused you to yelp in slight surprise and pure satisfaction, rolling your hips up for more, and your head pressing back into his pillow when he offered another tantalizingly slow pass of his tongue over your dripping cunt.

Chan smiled at your reaction, not wasting another second teasing you and using two fingers to spread you open for him to place a kiss on your clit. You were losing control under him, unable to stay still as he lapped at your drooling cunt, and circled his tongue around the ever-so-sensitive bundle of nerves in practiced patterns.

Soon, you couldn't keep quiet, your soft moans filling the air, fueling his every move. You could feel the pressure mounting in your core rapidly, and when Chan took the time to spit on your entrance before effortlessly dragging your hips closer to his face and wrapping your legs around his neck, you were bound to see stars.

He never failed to put his all into devouring you. If anything, Chan took immense pride in the task and wouldn't stop until you were overstimulated and your cum was all he could taste.

You let your head roll to the side as he let you grind against his face, gentle groans thundering through his chest each time your back arched from the bed, which told him you were close to unraveling.

Chan unwrapped your legs from around his neck, pushing them up towards your chest and putting all his focus into delving his tongue in and out of your leaking walls.

The slight invasion had you feigning for the stretch of his cock, and a love-drunk smile inched its way onto your face as he moaned at the taste of you. "You always taste so good, princess…" his voice was lowered, heavy with want, as he held your legs open for more access to your slick cunt.

"You're gonna cum in daddy's mouth like a good girl?" he mused at you, diving right back to your fluttering entrance, setting an agonizing pace with his tongue flicking over your clit and into your warm core. The feeling had your head spinning, and you almost didn't respond to him as a wanton whimper fell from your parted lips, but Chan elicited a reply with a soft slap against your thigh. You flinched at the subtle sting of his hand and nodded weakly as a quiet "yes sir" dripped off your tongue.

Chan hummed in approval, sending vibrations through you and pushing you over the edge in seconds. Your warm arousal flooded his mouth in waves, coating his skilled tongue as your body visibly trembled, hands fisting the sheets with every swift lick he did to savor your release.

Your high was spiraling down, but he wouldn't stop, holding you right to his mouth as he coaxed another orgasm out of you.

"D-daddy s'too much…s-stop-Ahm!" You tried to draw yourself away from him, but Chan held you down with a certain amount of force you knew was impossible to fight. Tears built in your eyes as he swirled his tongue in quick circles around your clit, slipping two thick fingers as far as possible into your soaking cunt, and curling them just right to hit your g-spot repeatedly.

Your mouth fell open, gaze fixed on the ceiling as it blurred over with white-hot pleasure, and your mind finally lost traction in reality as Chan forced you to cum in his mouth again.

Breathing was a struggle, and every time you gasped for a breath, he'd steal it away with another flick of his tongue or a precise thrust of his fingers. It was too much for you, the knot tightening in your tummy so fast you couldn't comprehend the feeling, and before you could steady yourself, another wave of euphoria coursed through you.

Your brows furrowed, a hand flying to clasp over your mouth as your cum spilled onto his hand, and an obnoxiously loud moan leaped from your throat. Chan finally pulled away from you, leisurely dragging his fingers from the sweet confines of your cunt and reclaiming his position hovering above you. Your legs fell open for him, cunt dripping onto his sheets with a steady stream of cum and his spit. He glanced down to admire the view before refocusing on your tear-stained face.

You couldn't stop crying, lost in the lingering sensation he caused, and your need for logical behavior long forgotten. Chan adored that unconscious stupidity swirling behind your eyes, knowing he was the cause and that you were beyond refusing his attention.

He tilted his head, smiling as he removed your hand from covering your agape mouth, and you shivered as his fingers fully encircled your wrist to pin it beside your head. A blush engulfed your damp cheeks as Chan lowered his head to kiss you deeply, whispering to you right before his lips connected with yours.

"Don't hide your moans from me, little one…I want to hear you…"

You can't even begin to formulate a response as his tongue dominates your own, making you taste yourself and drowning out the whimpers you fail to restrain. Chan caresses the side of your face, swiping his thumb across your cheeks to wipe away your tears while the other intertwined with the hand he'd been holding down.

Your tiny fingers fit so well in between his larger ones, squeezing them with the bit of strength you had as he started to grind his rigid cock into your eager core. His kisses became feverish the longer his length slid between your folds, and you bucked your hips to follow his rhythm.

He broke away from the kiss, head dropping to the crook of your neck as he groaned in ecstasy. Your free hand ran up Chan's back, dipping with every flex of muscle until your fingertips reached the back of his head, and you tangled your digits through the soft tresses as he held your hand tighter.

"Wanna take care of you," Chan repeated his earlier statement, falling into a daze the more you doted on him, and you smiled before nuzzling your nose against his temple.

“You do daddy…you always will…” you whisper in his ear lovingly, and he exhales slowly into your neck, placing a chaste kiss on your shoulder as he nudges the head of his cock past your folds. You cry out from the unwarranted stretch, accustomed to a warning before he slides inside you but not given one as he buries his length in you with one sharp thrust.

The tears come rushing back, and your nails dig into the back of his hand as he shifts his hips in shallow circles. "D-daddy…w-wait..mmm," you whine, wanting a moment to adjust, but give up as the tip of his cock reaches your cervix and replaces the twinge of pain in your core with shockwaves of pleasure.

Chan grunted as you clenched around him, your cunt conforming to every detail and drenching his cock with your slick. "There you go, sweetheart. Take me like a good girl…" he praised you amid his own moans, only able to hear the shaky, high-pitched ones you let out as he picked up the pace of his thrusts and let your small body rock against his.

The hand you had entangled with his went limp as he played with your fingers, ever so gentle with your soft fingertips that had relieved his stress moments ago, but the overwhelming repetition of his cock pounding itself into your spot relentlessly overshadowed the sweet gesture.

Two very contrasting feelings that encompassed Chan's personality perfectly.

He could be the sweetest, clingiest, and most dependable person you knew. At other times, he was the epitome of strength, control, and confidence.

He quickly became the only man you could rely on to make you feel safe, wanted, and most of all…loved.

In every aspect possible, he loved you and intended to show you that now and for the rest of his life.

A smile graced your lips as the realization dawned on you; in the fog of lust, you could still feel how much Chan cared for you, and that alone had your core aching with another climax. He felt the change in your body, saw the way your eyes slid closed in unfiltered ecstasy, and the way your breathing lost stability.

His fingers laced through yours again, the hand on your face traveling down your leg to hook it around his waist, which gave him a new angle to take advantage of.

"Right there.." you mewled as he hit an unfamiliar sweet spot, sending a shiver down your spine, and your cunt gushing slightly when he honed in on it. "Right there…" Chan growled in your ear, losing focus for a second as your cunt suffocated him, and your hand found a purchase on his bicep.

Your nails dug into his skin, helping to ground you as he pulled all the way out just to slam back into you more profoundly than before. "Yes…y-yes.." you drawled your answer out, forgetting how to speak as his cock twitched inside of you and effectively added to your excitement. "N' gonna cum…daddy p-please can I cum?…" your soft whine fills his ears, and as he looks into your teary doe eyes, he's compelled to give you anything you want.

"Yes, come for me, Princess…" Chan groaned lowly, having to hold himself steady above you as the pressure in his body reached its peak, his thrusts quickening to animalistic speed as you let him fuck you over the edge. "T-thank you.." is all you're able to utter as your body arches to meld into his, soft tummy brushing flush against his abs, and your cunt milking every single drop of his seed when it spills from his tip.

Chan halted his hips, burying his cock to the base so you'd have no choice but to accept it all, and you comply with a dreamy smile on your face.

He wanted to take a quick picture of you, wishing to possess a memory of you in this exact state for his personal use. You just looked so brilliant, all fucked out and docile with his cum safely nestled inside your womb.

You're panting softly, trying hard to keep your eyes open, but having a terrible time fighting your exhaustion. Chan carefully shifted his hips, drawing a sleepy moan from you and smiling at the sound. The hand he'd interwoven with yours drew back, pushing fallen strands of your hair away from your face as he laid down and guided your body to rest on his.

"Mmm, pull out, Channie.." you pout, still feeling his cock comfortably concealed in your fluttering cunt. He shook his head, adjusting to lay on the pillows properly before saying anything in response.

"We are going to sleep like this tonight, baby doll. It'll help me sleep…" he emphasized his decision with a subtle thrust. You whimpered at the definitive gesture, a half moan half yawn slipping past your lips, and you decided trying to change his mind wouldn't be possible in a state like the one you were in.

So, you stayed just as he positioned you, humming in delight as he kissed the top of your head while pulling the covers over you both and wrapping an arm around your waist while the other draped over his closed eyes.

"Thank you for always taking care of me, baby girl…" Chan mumbles into your hair, smiling when you hum softly and respond politely, "You're welcome, Daddy.."

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Feel like I’m lacking in my writing lately but idk… 🖤

#Spotify #skz #stray kids #skz smut #bang chan #stray kids x reader #bang chris #skz imagines #bang chan smut #skz x reader #chan skz #christopher bang

[vellichor-of-the-solivagant]

What's in the Woods?

Summary: Task Force 141 crashed down in the woods. Price is missing, while Ghost, Gaz, and Soap found a mansion, where you live.

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Content Warning: NSFW, Smut, F!reader, group sex, blowjob/facefucking, anal sex, p in v, cunnilingus, fingering, handjobs, slight horror elements (?)

• Task Force 141 where they crashed in a remote forest, but somehow survived. Got separated for some time but managed to find one another in the woods, except for Captain Price. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz went around the forest once more to look for him, only to find a run-down mansion where they decided to stay for the night before finding the Captain again.

• The trio entered the mansion and rested before deciding to look around for things that could help them, only to find a girl sleeping in one of the rooms upstairs.

• Gaz was the one to find you when he entered your dark room and realized there was a person in bed. Thought you were a corpse until you screamed and he screamed.

• the other two rushed to where the sound came from and found you threatening to hit Gaz with a lamp. You still hit the poor guy with a lamp. Calmed down after some explanation from them and apologized to Kyle.

• Ghost thought it was weird that a person was living in an abandoned mansion in the middle of the forest and asked what are you doing here and what made you live here.

• You explained that your family built this mansion here because they liked remote places, only to abandon you here. You also explained how you survived despite the circumstances. They thought of you as modern Rapunzel, if not at least a literate female Tarzan.

• You ended up showing them around the mansion and lent them room, but apologized that of course, they were dirty because a single person couldn't possibly clean an entire mansion. Again, you weren't Rapunzel.

• Brought them to nearby waterfalls where you'd take a bath, clean your clothes, and catch fish because the mansion had long run out of water.

• A couple of months into the crash, they still hadn't found Price, only his hat and gear, and there weren't any rescues coming. At the same time, they had somehow gotten used to living in your mansion, even though they still question some things in their minds, but somehow those questions always slip past their minds. Have they always been that forgetful?

• They found you one night taking a bath in the pool of the waterfalls completely naked. How the hell aren't you freezing? However, the longer they stare at you, the more they can't help the growing tents in their pants. When they joined you, you weren't a bit surprised. In fact, you had a smile.

• Soap picked you up and you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist, his hard cock leaking of precum, brushing against your cunt, and making you moan into the kiss.

• Ghost grabbed your ass from behind and rubbed his cock, groaning at the friction. He trailed kisses on your nape as Soap worked on your breasts and nipples, eliciting whines and moans from you that soon got muffled when Gaz grabbed your neck, bringing your lips to his.

• Gaz held one of your hands and guided it towards his shaft, letting you stroke his length.

• It didn't take long for you to beg to be fucked and they brought you back to the mansion.

• Soap dropped you on your bed and inserted a couple of digits in you, making you squeal at the sudden intrusion, and he teased you about how wet you were. He started to pump in and out, while Gaz gave your clit maddening circles that got you clenching around Soap's fingers.

• You whined when both men stopped, but Ghost was quick to fill up the loss as he thrust himself inside of your pussy. He let you adjust to his size for a few seconds, before pounding onto you.

• He picked you up from the bed, one hand on your ass and the other around your waist. He sat down on the bed with you on his lap and lay down, stopping for a moment.

• You looked at him in confusion but realized that Gaz had lined up his cock on your ass, hands gripping your waist. You groaned as he slowly eased himself inside your hole.

• Soap grabbed a handful of your hair, kissing you before pushing his cock into your mouth. Your eyes watered and you closed them, bobbing your head with Soap's hand guiding your head.

• After a few rounds of getting your three holes pounded, you and the trio decided to go back to the waterfalls to get yourselves clean and rest in one of the rooms they borrowed.

• Still not too tired to sleep, you talked and talked with them until the moment Gaz asked if you would like to come with them once rescue comes to this place.

• You merely smiled, eyes blank like a void, and answered, "Leave? Why would you leave this place?"

• They stared at you as you said that and a hum left your lips, slowly bringing them to sleep.

Note: It was fun writing this. I wanted to make this more creepy but got lazy halfway through. Totally did not make this next to my grandmother.

#call of duty #141 x reader #cod 141 #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #ghost x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #cod mw2 #john price #oneshot #horror #cod smut #smut #ghost smut #soap smut #gaz smut #141 smut #vellichor-of-the-mundivagant #one shot #simon riley smut #john mactavish smut #kyle garrick smut #simon riley x you #john soap mctavish x reader #female reader #f!reader

[koolades-world]

Can i ask For hc with BPD! Mc?:3

hi!! of course :)

please let me know how I did since I didn't know too much about bpd until I did research in preparation for this request. don't hesitate to tell me if something is wrong or inaccurate since the last thing I want is to be insensitive by accident

enjoy!!

Mc with Bipolar Disorder

Lucifer

his office is always open to you if you need silence or a place to get away

makes any accommodations you need at RAD

he himself experiences insomnia so if you're ever awake really late you can stay up together

while he often watches from a distance, he doesn't hesitate to act if you need something even if its a large or last minute request

Mammon

considering how poor his spending habits are, he understands you if you have poor impulse control to an extent

if you want them, he wouldn't mind sharing tips on how he manages himself

he also understands the urge to turn your life around at three am and then never complete the first task

will be by your side no matter what! <3

Levi

he lets you know often you can lean on him for support whenever you need

during a depressive episode, he's going to help you through it

you've helped him so many times when he thought nobody else would so he knows its time to return the favor

whatever you need, he's going to get it for you

Satan

like mammon, he somewhat understands to an extent

his rage can be random and onset quickly

since you arrived in the Devildom, he felt like he's changed for the better, and is by your side when ever you need it

embraces you for you since you did that for him, and wants to return the favor

Asmo

always checks up on you, whether you're doing good or not

maintains good communication with you and ensure you are able to speak to everyone you're close to often

if you're not feeling up to it, he helps you out with your self care and hygiene

he offers free hugs all the time so feel free to take him up on his offer <3

Beel

if you have a lack of appetite, at first, he didn't know exactly what to do

instead of forcing you to eat, he decides to bring you your favorites

he know everything isn't sunshine and rainbows and will be with you through your highs and lows

during manic episodes, he's the best to have by your side as he's so patient and cares about you

Belphie

while he himself experiences extreme lethargy, he can't help but grow concerned when you join him

when you accidently wake him up in the middle of the night with a new hobby you've started, he's not bothered

he's always willing to lend you a listening ear

if you need something, just say the word

#obey me #obey me! #obey me satan #obey me x reader #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me levi #obey me lucifer #obey me belphie #obey me mammon #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me mc

[live-laugh-lenney]

Love love the arthur lingerie fic. What about george version

i've been waiting for this to come in simply so i could write something smutty for george... CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT.

george is a sucker for lingerie.

granted; he'd always tell her that she could wear a stained, faded and ratty-looking t-shirt, with holes in the armpits, and he would still find her to be the most beautiful woman in the world.

in the beginning few months of seeing one another, finding out what each others turn ons were, their love-making started off sweet and soft and they would always plan ahead and it would happen in the most sensual way... like it was something written in a romance novel.

yn would always present herself nicely. she would dress nice, she would spray her perfume on her neck, she made sure she had matching underwear on (that didn't have holes in or elastic hanging loose from the waistband). he always made sure he had a clean room with clean bedsheets on his bed, a candle burning to give the room a relaxing feel and a lovely smell and that everything was within arms distance so he didn't have to leave the bed.

but now?

a year and a half into their relationship, having sex was never made into a big deal. not much anymore. the nights they spent together were spent being lazy on the sofa in her flat (because he was always surrounded by the two arthurs and chris and neither of them could have privacy with them around), eating meals from their take-out, binge-watching a television show that they were in the middle of watching.

their 'motto' being if it happens then it happens.

but every now and then, to keep their love and their romance alive, they would have a night dedicated to them. birthdays were always guaranteed, anniversaries always ended up with them in bed, but on the nights when they just wanted to feel close to one another, she would always surprise him by wearing a new set of lingerie...

she's fresh from the shower.

having given herself an 'everything shower' - she washed her hair, she deeply scrubbed her face, she shaved her legs and exfoliated her skin so she was soft to the touch, she got rid of every inch of body hair she could find and managed to do so without nicking any of her skin - she changed into the new set of lingerie once she was completely dried off, letting the lace perfectly cup her breasts and sitting low on her pubic bone, knowing that she had an eager george waiting for her on the other side of the door.

she gave him the task of making the room feel ready and that is just what he did; he lit their wax-burners and put in a relaxing scent so it emitted smells so relaxing and soft, the flickering of the flames being enough light to fill the room, curtains drawn shut and he'd even gone as far as scattering rose petals upon the bed to show the romantic side to him.

she opens the door, the bathroom light flooding into the room for just a moment, sliding her finger down the switch and turning off the light and closing the door behind her, exposed to his wandering eyes and she can already feel her cheeks heating up.

"i can feel you staring."

"can you blame me?" he questions her, looking from his phone screen and making eye contact with her as she stood in the middle of the room, locking the gadget in his hand and placing it down on the table by his bedside, "you're so gorgeous."

she takes in his appearance; stretched out down the bed with tousled hair that he hadn't really dealt much with that day, a fringe almost forming from how he hadn't styled his hair like normal, his facial hair looking a lot more desirable to her than normal, wearing nothing but a deep teal t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts that peeked out from the hem of his tee, no socks on his feet (because he'd worn her slippers all day and refused to take them off), his ankles crossed at the end of the bed.

he takes in her appearance; a lilac-coloured, made from lace, lingerie set on her figure with her hair still damp but not completely sodden with water, painting her skin with droplets of water that glistened in the light of the candles flickering. and she smelt delicious and she looked fresh, a nervous smile on her lips as she looked at him.

"is this all for me?"

he smirks at his own question because he already knows the answer; her coming out in matching underwear was almost a given when they chose to switch off from the outside world and spend all evening in bed.

"you know it's for you, idiot."

"don't speak to me like that, baby."

she rolls her eyes playfully and he pushes himself up on the bed, the pillow squishing between his back and the headboard of the bed behind him, duvet scrunching up with his movements and she takes that as her moment to walk towards him. and he watches every step she takes towards him, every sway of her hips, and he couldn't take his eyes away from the way the swell of her breasts bounced every so slightly with the motion.

instead of clambering onto her side, she walks to his side. swinging her leg up and over his body and bringing herself to straddle him at his waist, legs either side of him.

"well, i like where this is going."

his hands cup her hips, the pads of his thumbs brushing over the naked skin of her hips and he's eager to dip his fingers into the band of her knickers and pull them away, revealing the one thing he was desperately eager to get a feel of. his eyes trailing from her eyes to her exposed collarbones and down the valley of her breasts which he just wanted to free from the constraint of her bra.

he could feel himself hardening beneath her, and she could feel his stiffening muscle against her thigh, forming an ache in her core for him that she really wanted to suffice. she couldn't let the night start so quickly and deep down, they both wanted to drag it out for longer than normal. they wanted to savour every passing second. drinking it in and feeling the emotions together.

"you really are so beautiful," he whispers softly, "i'm one lucky son of a bitch."

her fingers started playing with them hem of his t-shirt, moving it up ever so slightly to show a little bit of the skin of his stomach, boxers stretching across the growing hard-on that was seemingly bursting to be freed. and she wanted to. her fingers were there. but teasing him was something she loved to do.

"i think i'm the lucky one," she responds softly and he scoffs and his head shakes from side to side, "i am, george. i am. i'm just a nobody compared to you."

"nope," he shakes his head, "you're everything to me."

"oh, shut up," she retorts and pushes at his chest with her hands, soft enough to not hurt him, and he smiles warmly, "i am. you could have anyone and yet you chose me."

his hands wrap around her wrists and he brings them up to his neck, letting her bear her weight on his shoulders, a gentle groan escaping his lips as she shuffles on his crotch and brushes her warming core against his cock, bottom lip lodging between his teeth.

"i'm so in love with you."

"i love you," he smiles.

and yn's the one that closes the gap between the two of them. her lips melding together beautifully with him and her hands find his hair, fingers twisting between the strands at the nape of his neck, his hands dancing up her back. fingertips tickling her skin with the feathery touches he gives her bare skin, bringing her closer to him, chests flush together. their breathing was erratic, her hips moving slow motions, his fingers toying with the hooks of her bra in an eager attempt to tell her what she wanted without breaking the kiss.

and she lets him.

arching her back as a way of tell him to go for it and he doesn't need anymore than that to let both of his hands work on removing the bra from her chest, breaking the kiss for just a moment to pull it away from her, sliding it down her arms and throwing it aimlessly into the bedroom and hope it hit the floor instead of knocking anything from its place. chests rising and falling rapidly.

"i need you."

it's almost inaudible as it rolls off of her tongue. and he nods quickly, her fingers curling into the waistband of his boxers and she pulls them down just enough to free the boner that was leaking pre-cum and was twitching under her touch. his fingers working to slide down her knickers, without trying to tear the fabric or ruin them in his haste to feel her wrapped around him, and she adjusts herself on top of him so she can pull them down and chuck them towards the end of the bed.

as she throws them to the floor, his shirt comes off, revealing himself to her and she instantly feels her hands gravitate towards his bare shoulders, dragging her fingers down the skin of chest, with one hand continuing down his stomach until it wraps around his length, giving him a gentle few pumps and squeezes.

"so needy," she grins, "so so needy. for me?"

profanities rolling off of his tongue.

"always for you," he grunts out lowly, "see what you do to me?"

he can't stop himself from pushing his hips towards hers, feeling her legs tense as she feels his length slide between her folds, coming to a halt to allow her to adjust before his hips start the gentle thrusts he was desperate to make happen, her head rolling back as she let the deep and intense pleasure take over her body.

"you feel so good," he whispers and he lets her take over, grinding on his cock and twitching inside her every time she let out a whimper, the tip of his length reaching places he knew drove her crazy, her nails digging into his skin and leaving crescent indents behind, his arms wrapping around her waist and bringing her closer to his body, "so bloody good."

and he hides his face in her neck.

allowing her control gave him the opportunity to focus on giving her pleasure elsewhere on her body and his favourite place was her neck. leaving hickey after hickey behind down the stretch of skin below her ears and above her shoulders, nibbling and licking the skin as she lets him devour her.

"m'so close, baby," she hums and he brings his face from her neck, cheeks flush and his eyes hooded, lips swollen from being attached to her skin, and he can feel the burn in his belly that screamed how close he was to spurting out his release, "m'gonna-"

"wait for me," he begs, "wait for me, cum with me."

and she can feel her toes curling, her knees beginning to shake, her legs tensing. she quickens her pace, hearing his breathing getting caught in his throat, and his hands grip onto her hips to guide her at a pace that was getting him closer and closer, their eyes barely leaving each others. watery, hooded but lust-filled and darkening.

"m'gonna," he chokes off his sentence and lets his head drop to her chest, eyes clenching shut as he let his release fill her up, her own orgasm following behind him, squeezing him between the walls of her core, rhythm falling sloppy as she drops her head to his. her cheek resting upon the soft tufts of his hair. "fuck."

the room is filled with their panting, heavy breathing, and it smells like sex and the scent of candles melting, and they're seeing stars as they come down from their highs and allow themselves to fully regain their visions back to reality.

"i know what to buy you for christmas now."

"what?"

he grins lopsidedly up at her and she cups his face in her hands, thumbs catching the sweat coating his skin, soft and gentle.

"more lingerie," he says, "could go all night with you."

"give me half hour," she giggles softly, pressing a kiss to his lips and removing herself from his body, falling to the bed beside him, "we'll go for round two then."

thank you for reading if you managed to get this far! very thankful if you managed to make it to the end. george has such a special little place in my heart; i think it's split into four. my boyfriend has one, atv has the second, george has the third, arthur hill and chris can share the fourth... keep sending in your prompts/requests for arthur (and george!) and i'll slowly work my way through them during my days off from work and when i need a break from the locked in series. xx

#george clarkey #george clarke #george clarkey imagines #george clarkey fics #george clarkey headcannons #george clarkey smut #george clarke imagines #george clarke headcannons #george clarke fics #george clarke smut #chaos crew fics #chaos crew imagines #chaos crew headcannons #george clarkey x reader imagines #george clarke x reader imagines #george clarkey x female reader smut #george clarke x female reader smut

[ratsarekindacute2]

fuck now kill later ! Sukuna x Fem!Reader ╴☆

Sorry this took so long to come out! Thanks for the request Anon! (lost the message :c ) And for the sake of this story, Yuji has his own body <3

Summary : You were tasked to assassinate Ryomen sukuna , but things take a wild turn of events

You , a grade 1 sorcerer were assigned a mission to kill the king of curses, Ryomen Sukuna. Believe it or not but you were still considered a "newbie" in the jujitsu world but you managed to climb the ranks at a very fast speed. But despite that you were very nervous to meet the famous King of Curses himself , even tried to get out of doing the mission, but the higher up insisted that you take on the mission just so you can showcase your strength to prove you were "worthy" , whatever that was supposed to mean. ╴

You sigh, frustrated at the situation you got yourself in.

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The leaves rustled under you feet as you walked around the forest in the middle of the night , the cold breeze sending chills down your spine as you continued to walk hoping for any hints about his current whereabouts.

"Speak of the devil.." you mumble under your breath noticing that Sukuna was now standing behind you , shirtless as always...

You turn to face him , he gives you a sly smirk , knowing that you're here on a mission to kill him. "You Jujitsu Sorcerers always know how to kill the mood..." he says with a slight hint of annoyance in his words.

His eyes look you up and down and scan your figure, you see him then smirk and lick his lips, he seems ... pleased with himself ? "Disgusting ..." you say in a low whisper. "Hmm...?" his low raspy voice sends chills down your spine, distracting you from your original mission completely. "What was that doll? " he says tilting his head slightly.

You feel your ears heating up at the little nickname but that immediately fades away at his next action.

In the blink of an eye, he moves swiftly behind you and grabs you by the hips to hold you in place. You gulped at the closeness between you two, fearing for your life. "Y'know , you would be a really attractive woman if you were to drop the attitude.."

"Who do you think you are talking to me like that?" You growl, knowing that you were tasked to kill this man but, his presence╴ there was something about him making you stop every time you tried to pull your katana out. He had you just where he wanted you, trapped in a corner...

"You really are no fun... I'm just trying to loosen the mood.." he removes his hand from your hip and walks in front of you. "Has anybody told you how hot you look when you're mad ?" He says chuckling lightly looking you dead in the eye.

He takes a few quick steps closer to you, but you in respond by stepping back, not liking the feeling of being so close to the King of Curses like this. Hoping to put distance between you two.

You abruptly come to a stop when your back hits the back of a tree, shaking the tree and causing some of the leaves to fall down gracefully.

"Shit..." your eyes widen noticing how close he is from you now...just inches away. You could practically feel the heat radiating off his body, and he could feel the heat radiating off yours.

Sukuna, on the other hand , didn't mind the closeness between you two, believe it or not but he actually liked being next to you.

While you were a blushing mess , Sukuna was admiring your features , poor guy didn't even know your name and he was already thinking about how long he could pound your pussy and how many rounds you'll be able to take.

You shifted your feet , noticing his lingering stare on your face.

Even though you blew your opportunity to kill him minutes ago, you didn't want to go back to the higher up empty handed.While Sukuna was distracted in his own thoughts you reached for your katana ,clutching it tightly as you pour your cursed energy into it.

But in another swift movement, Sukuna takes both of your hands a pin them to the tree behind you.

"Still planning on killing me eh?"

He moves his head closer to the crook of your neck with his lips almost close to kissing your neck.You can hear he muttered something to himself before lifting his head and smashing his lips onto yours.

You gasp slightly , surprised by his actions , Sukuna takes this opportunity to deepen the kiss and slip his tongue in and explore the insides of your mouth. He was quick to swirl his tongue with your own , you tasted so sweet to him. You found yourself wanting more as soon as he pulled away.

"Hmm...such a needy slut", he says while moving his hand to grip your neck slightly, not too hard and not too light.

Now that you've had a taste of him, you wanted more- no , you needed more of him.

He kept his lips hovering over yours as he spoke, "You know how bad you want it, I bet your panties are practically soaked by now" He was right, one thing you could never do was lie to yourself , and if you did you would be a horrible liar.

All you could manage in response was a pathetic whimper.

He reconnected your lips before you could get another word out. Swirling his tongue with yours once more.

You didn't want to give into the King of Curses desires but your body absolutely craved for him and needed more.

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Minutes later you were already pinned to the forest floor , with your hands above your head and your legs spread open for Sukuna to get a good look at your , already wet, cunt.

Him on the other hand, still had his pants on.

(remember he only had his pants on in the beginning)

"unfair..." you say to yourself. Sukuna notices this frustration on your face and takes off his pants and boxers.

"Minutes ago you wanted me dead, now you want me to fuck you?What a strange human.."

You gasped at the size of his cock, you probably won't be able to walk for the next couple of days. He pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance and pressed his lips right next to your ear and whispered,

"You wanted this right? So take it", shoving his entire cock inside of you with no mercy.

"W-wait!" You moaned, not being able to take the size of his cock.

"So, tight..", he groaned. You couldn't believe it, you had the King of Curses, Sukuna , down on his knees , fucking the living shit out of you.

He thrust-ed in and out of you at a rough speed, the sound of skin clapping is the only thing that could be heard cumming from the forest.

It was like two wild animals , fucking in the depths of the forest late at night.

“Please…” you said whimpering.

"Please what?" He said with a smug look going across his features while keeping his hips at a steady pace.

"P-" you began, hesitating for a second. "Please let me cum-" you finally said, pathetically.

The man was practically splitting you open at this point. You arched your back on the forest floor as your orgasm was finally approaching.

“Such a good girl. Now take that dick and cum for me baby."

And with a few more thrust, your orgasm finally reached and your juices squired all over his length. With your orgasm triggering his own, a wave of pleasure flooded the both of you as he came inside of you.

Filling you up in spaces you never thought anything could go.

Finally coming down from your high, you reach for you clothes preparing to leave.

"Leaving so soon?" You heard him say from behind you. You turn to face him red in the face, coming back to your senses "Unlike you, I have to go explain to the higher ups that I was unable to "find" you"

He chuckled at your comment , standing up fully and walking up towards you. "Y'know I would like to join you, and walk you back to jujitsu tech."

"You do know that they're going to kill you if they see you , right?" you said staring at him all serious like.

He sighed, "I'll be fine."

"Whatever you say then..."

Completely ignoring that fact that you two just had sex, you and Sukuna walked off into the night..

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I personally do not like the ending, it was rushed just like this entire story... :c But I still hope you enjoyed , and remember , request are still and forever will be open !

#ria writes #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #jjk smut #jjk sukuna #!!! #<3 #bare with me pls #luv u mwah

[linkemon]

Noctis Lucis Caelum x Reader (selship)

Selfship made for xivia___ on Wattpad.

Friendly reminder that English is not my first languge. You can check my Masterlists both in English and Polish here.

↠ Noctis met you when he started going to school like most people his age. You weren't very talkative. Neither was he. Maybe that's why he liked you. Unlike his peers, you didn't take the initiative to get to know him. You just existed somewhere, minding your own business.

↠ The prince was fed up with everything that surrounds him at times. At times like this, he was holed up on the roof. One time he found you there sleeping. He got confused and tried to pull back but that's when you woke up. You got shy. You gathered your things as fast as you could and got out of there. What you didn't know was that you forgot your game. Freshly bought, still in foil.

Noctis wondered if it wouldn't be better to just leave the box where it was but eventually the urge to talk about the game won out. He had just bought it and had a lot of thoughts about the plot and gameplay strategy. So the next day he found you in the hallway and gave you back. You two had a nice conversation so he walked you to your classroom at the other end of the building. That's how your friendship started.

↠ The boy heartily hated vegetables, so he kind of understood the problems with nutrition. He was a bit of a hypocrite in that regard, however, as he would remind you from time to time to eat right, even if he couldn't do it himself.

↠ You often had gaming sessions with Noctis and later Prompto as well. Mostly online but sometimes also on the couch in my apartment. Ignis was preparing only good delicacies then. Scientia scolded the boy if he misbehaved and these visits were one of the few times he really listened and obeyed him.

↠ As a friend of the prince, you managed to visit the palace. Your first visit was quite a disaster. First you broke an ancient vase, then you got lost between the long corridors and finally you ran into King Regis. You cried out of frustration. The prince found you laughing through tears in front of his father. A man tried to make you laugh by telling a childhood story about his son and it worked out quite well.

Noctis also took you to his training that day. Partly because he had to and partly to show off to you. His pride when you completely blew Gladion off and congratulated him was immense.

↠ Neither of you have confessed your feelings to the other in a typical way. Just one time, walking around the city at sunset, you held hands. And a few days later, the moment in the park was so magical that you had your first kiss. Being a couple came out without any formalities or announcements.

↠ Your dates weren't much different from what you used to do together. Gaming, shopping and trips to the city. The difference was that you went out without the boys, who sensed quite quickly that something was up.

You hid your relationship from your three friends for quite a long time. Your relationship back then was full of little touches of the hand, quick stolen kisses and unexpected truancy in the middle of the day.

↠ The prince got used to the fact that you were always sleepy. He didn't mind letting his arm be your pillow.

↠ It was you who came up with the idea to employ you in part-time work. That's how you ended up working in a sushi restaurant for a while. Since then, you can't look at such food anymore. But you had to admit that the boy was extremely caring. When he saw you weren't up to the task, he would send you on break and take over your tasks.

↠ Noctis tended to keep his feelings deep inside. If you wanted to get to know them in depth, you had to make a lot of effort. You also often told him how proud you were of him because trying to grow up to the role of a king gave him sleepless nights.

He, on the other hand, supported you more often with deeds than with words. For example, by coming to various school competitions or dealing with some issues that cause you problems. Including people who accused you of being with him for fame or profit. He had his ways with such people.

↠ Your relationship lasted quite a long time but the closer it got to marrying Lunafreya, the more Noctis considered breaking up with you. Duty won out and not wanting to hurt you later, he parted ways with you long before he left Insomnia. Still, he kept coming back to you. He has you especially on his mind now that news has reached him of the attack on the capital...

#final fantasy xv x reader #noctis x reader #noctis lucis caelum #final fantasy xv #final fantasy x reader #selfship

[elonmuskfansgossipblog]

part 8

That happened to me last week

The year is 2050…

Her favorite activity in free time was replaying their interactions together, she sent a pulse that searched the cloud of memory, found frames filled with happy emotions, many of them were hidden in the subconscious. Sometimes she caught the signals after time, but they were all there, none was missing. She was taking them out and sorted, separated good ones from the noise, and in this way the eden was created in part of her mind, which over time took the form of transparent, rose gold clear slime with sparks and the glitter, looking like a galaxy full of the light. This was the material from which she would one day build her own universe, some call this substance lush.

Meanwhile, she hadn't seen him for a long time, he was working. Why does he work? Because he simply likes to build, change, create and improve. The universe is a living organism with an infinite number of interactions, and if you are equipped with the function of the Architect, as he was, then even when you inhabit a human body your nature remains unchanged and you manage all modernizations that, due to entropy and evolution, never end, because the number of beings who want to play in the most complicated simulation ever created is growing. This one was the best and was his work. So they both knew about his workaholism and had no problem with it, because isn't sex the best after separation?

So when he was between tasks, he would ask her to send him the location of the place where they were to meet. Nothing regenerated him better than music, food, and a few good orgasms that rejuvenated their bodies every time. This time the coordinates pointed to some Eastern European country, and when he looked at the map, he saw a place literally in the middle of nowhere. The piquancy of their free time games was that they performed a transfer of consciousness. It was about waking up in the body of someone you didn't know, in circumstances you didn't expect, great fun. You can complete several different sceneries in one round. Without hesitation, he started playing…

And so he stood in the middle of a glade surrounded by a wild oak forest, dusk was approaching, birds of prey were getting ready for night hunting, deer and roe deer went to the river. On one of the forest paths he saw a girl, he did not know her, and she was walking towards him with a smile and flowing hair in an unbuttoned dress revealing her bare breasts in the breeze. He thought it was her, so he said hello, but the girl answered him in an unknown language. He was confused 'That's not her'. The girl came very close, he felt her warmth and she looked deep into his eyes, so intensely that he felt a shiver of excitement. He wasn't sure of anything, he didn't know if he was allowed to touch her, but she grabbed his hands, stood on her tiptoes and kissed him passionately. He kissed her back, her lips were delicious, they tasted like wild strawberries. He stopped it for a moment, took a step back and looked at  her, her nipples erect, her lips burning, her eyes shining and begging him not to stop. He slipped off her dress, turned her around, he clung himself to her back and fondled her breasts. She grabbed his hand kissed and sucked his fingers. Then his wet fingers went down, he caressed her few moments and when she almost came he entered her from behind slowly, dosing the pleasure for himself, wanting to extend the moment. They lay down on the cold grass, it was already dark, but their desire did not weaken for a moment, they made love in the moonlight, they played with each other, there was no end to the excitement. She had him inside her, she was close to climaxing, but she wasn't quite there yet when she whispered 'Now' in his ear. Her orgasm was like an explosion, spreading in slow motion throughout her entire body, when the wave reached her brain she almost lost consciousness, she closed her eyes, when she opened them again the second wave began, during the third she felt him ejaculate inside her. His orgasm ripped through her body so intensely that the only way to lose the excess energy was to scream, she screamed rainbows throughout the forest. Then they burst into joyful, energizing laughter.

- Would you like a second round or a break? - she asked.

- Let's go get something to drink, you'll finish me off, woman - he laughed.

❤️❤️

[yeastinfectionvale]

Bez had hidden himself away from the academy after the incident with Uccio.

Mig and Franky were the only two who had seen him in weeks. It hurt everyone to see him like this, hell it hurt that he was hiding away as if he were ashamed of himself. Valentino had thrown himself into taking over all of Uccio's tasks, basically kicking him to the curb. The only good thing that came out of the whole situation was a new job opportunity for Mig (now proudly holding Uccio's old title of head of academy communications and PR minus the ipad).

With Uccio gone, things had started to go back to normal, but a fire had been lit inside Celin. He needed revenge, not for him but for Bez, who felt more of a ghost of his former self.

He needed to humiliate Uccio in front of the people he cared about most; complete strangers.

The club was dark, people Cele's age dancing with each other. "why the hell was an old man like Uccio doing dancing with people his age?" he thought to himself, shuddering, "god he was old enough to be his son, everyone here was young enough to be Uccio's child. Hell thinking of his track record, one or two might actually be."

Uccio was in the middle of the dance floor, wearing what looked like a suit and tie. The blazer had been long discarded, now wrapped around the shoulders of a young blonde who sat at the bar. He was drunk of of his mind, the tie that was around his neck now sliding off his forehead into his eyes. Uccio didn't recognise Cele, pawing at the younger man's chest as they danced. It took 5 minutes of borderline grinding on Celestino for Uccio to abandon the dancefloor and drag him into a small room with a sofa. Cele shuddered, thinking about all the STDs and STIs that made that sofa their home.

Celestino kissed him, more teeth than lips. Where Uccio thought there was romance, there was only contempt. Celin gripped Uccio's jaw, hard enough to leave bruises. Uccio moaned and it took all of Cele not to puke. This was pleasure to one man and revenge to the other.

Celin pulled away, masking his disgust as Uccio began to strip, sitting on the sofa naked except for the tie secured around his eyes. Cele wanted to run out the cramped room and drown himself in a river in a feeble attempt to cleanse himself. He slid back towards the door, quietly opening it and slipping out the room with Uccio too preoccupied with the idea of blindfold sex.

The crowd was dwindling but Celin was able to mingle with a few people, whispering about how he had found a naked man in the backroom. Curious minds entered and left the room, giggling to themselves as they realised who was inside.

Celestino left, having plans for a movie night with Bez. They watched Bill and Ted's excellent adventure, Celin's focus more on the man who's head was in his lap. His phone buzzed with texts and tweets about Uccio Salucci, disgraced VR46 communications manager now a laughing stock to the entire internet.

#Adora and writing #I'm sorry

[ironstrange1991]

Intoxicated

+18 Smut

Pairing: Supreme!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: A specific task at work causes the reader to spend the afternoon working with Stephen which leads to a certain disagreement and with her being punished in a different way.

Word Count: 3,6k

Warnings: A bit of angst, toxic behavior, narcissistic behavior, exhibitionism, smoking, slight bondage (magic rope), male and female masturbation, p in v, creampie.

A/N: I used the plot of this fic to delve a little deeper into Supreme Strange's personality. He is unbearably cocky and arrogant but I hope you enjoy reading him as much as I love writing him. Also this was the song that inspired this fic

It was just another ordinary day at the Baxter Institute. Ultron robots were helping your father carry materials for the expansion of his new laboratory and that filled your heart with a nostalgic feeling. He was working in some new armor even more powerful than the last one. You still remembered that at first when he started working on the Mark II after being kidnapped by terrorists he worked from home, turning the basement of the Malibu Mansion into an advanced workshop full of new creations.

Sometimes you would go back to your bed, other times you would sleep on the sofa he purposely placed there for you. However, after he built the Stark Tower in NY and created the Institute with Xavier and Stephen he went to work there and you moved to the Tower. Those nights became just part of your memories.

God you missed that house. You loved that place, you loved the smell of metal mixed with the loud classic rock music and the sound of him hammering those armor pieces.  

You remembered that sometimes you would lose sleep in the middle of the night and find him there working. You used to make hot chocolate for the two of you, or brought two cans of soda if it was hot and you would spend the rest of the night talking.

That afternoon you were following your father's orders, trying and failing to come up with a magic containment device, basically handcuffs for sorcerers. It was something Stephen suggested at one of the Illuminati meetings to calm Mordo who was obsessed with the idea that there were too many sorcerers and little way to contain them.

You thought it was all unnecessary and you were quite annoyed when your father gave you the task as he had better things to do of course. The only good part of working on it was that you were spending most of the day with Stephen, after all you needed to know if it was working and the best way to test it was with the closest sorcerer who happened to be your arrogant boyfriend.

"That's ridiculous" You said annoyed when he again managed to free himself from the handcuffs with a wry smile on his lips that made you want to punch him in the face.

"No, it's not ridiculous, you just need to find the exact amount of magical material to use without rendering the sorcerer, me in this case, unconscious."

The magical material he was referring to was the Nisanti sands which you carefully dispensed into a small glass vessel attached to the handcuffs. You removed his handcuffs and went back to open the tiny little flask depositing more sand with the help of a microscope.

Stephen approached you hugging you from behind "I love watching you work, honey. You look so serious in your lab coat, looking through the microscope. It makes me completely horny, do you know that?"

"Was that supposed to be a compliment?" You sighed in annoyance when he fidgeted with your arm causing you to drop more sand in the small flask than you would have liked "Stephen.. I'm working!"

He chuckled and released you sitting on top of the counter you were working on. You shot him an irritated look. You also thought he was incredibly sexy in a lab coat, normal blue robes and sneakers. Not that you didn't like his sorcerer clothes, but that way he looked more human and less like a magical being, almost divine as you saw him when he wore his blue Sorcerer Supreme robes and his majestic blue cloak.

"Why didn't your father do that? I bet he didn't want to spend so much time with me. He's been avoiding me since we told him we're dating."

You closed the little glass jar and remounted the handcuffs "Or he's just too excited about his own projects and has nothing to do with you." You said moving away from the microscope. He nodded, holding out both hands for you to put on the cuffs. "Not everything has to be about you Stephen Strange" He smirked "Sorry but I find this hard to believe."

He sighed, getting up from the counter and moving his hands again properly now, using all his strength. The green sand inside the glass seemed to glow, he staggered and you grabbed his arms "Hey Stephen, are you ok?"

You closed the cuffs and he moved his fingers normally as he always did for magic, but this time nothing happened. He groaned insisting and you smiled satisfied "It seems to work" You stated.  He raised an eyebrow "And you seem to like it more than you should. Come on, take this from me." You chuckled standing on tiptoe to kiss his lips "I'm just celebrating the result of my work. Come on, try harder Stephen, an evil wizard won't give up so easily."

He frowned and you were quick to apologize “I mean sorcerer”

He supported his body weight on you shaking his head and looking at you a little surprised "How much of that sand did you use?" You frowned "More than I intended." You took off his handcuffs and he took a deep breath "It works" He stated.

You agreed pulling a chair for him to sit down "It works" You repeated stroking his face and checking if he was ok "Are you ok?" He nodded pushing you away from him "I'm fine, finish your work" He replied rudely.

You sighed heavily putting away the things that were on the counter. Stephen was too proud to give up his tough sorcerer pose and you knew that even if you was just doing your job he was going to make you pay for what you did to him in some not-so-subtle way.

"Should I call Mordo and say it worked or do you want to run some more tests?" You asked coldly, disguising the way his attitude hurted you.

He shook his head negatively "No more testing. If it's strong enough for me, it should serve Mordo's purposes" You nodded taking your cell phone from your pocket and calling the Master who answered promptly. You agreed that he would fetch the handcuffs the next day, you had plans to make it a little more interesting before handing it over to its proper purpose, but any idea that had crossed your mind quickly dissipated when you realized that Stephen would never give up control to make it work.

"If you don't mind Stephen, I have work to do now." You said walking away and sitting at your desk determined to finish the reports you promised to deliver to Reed by the end of the week. He raised an eyebrow realizing he was being dismissed.

"I upset you" He said getting up slowly and you struggled not to take your eyes off your computer screen. "Honey I'm sorry, I was a little surprised at the effect the sand had on me, that's all." You sighed staring at him without bothering to try to hide your angry expression "You need to learn to control your temper Stephen. I'm not obligated to accept being treated this way" He walked around your desk and positioned himself behind your chair, both hands massaging your shoulders "I know, you're right. I'm sorry."

You sighed in frustration, your body reacting to his touch as it always did. "I need to work now, I need to deliver this paperwork to Reed by Friday…" He placed both thumbs on the back of your neck massaging in circular motions and you interrupted what you were saying with a low moan. "It's good, isn't it?" He asked teasing you. You nodded.

"What if we take the rest of the day off? Tomorrow I'll help you finish whatever you have to do."

You vehemently denied "I need to finish this..." He interrupted what you were saying by forcing your head to the side and arranging your neck for him and placed an open mouth kiss on the area just below your ear "Please" He kissed again and continued kissing the entire length of your neck making your skin crawl "Please" He repeated with his baritone voice that drove you crazy.

"I promise you won't regret it" You moaned louder now as he moved his hand down your chest touching your breast over the fabric of your shirt and kissed the back of your neck and your head obediently lolled to the side revealing the other side of your neck to him. There was no use in resisting, he always won in the end. "Promise you'll improve your behavior, Stephen." He hummed in your ear and bit your earlobe "I already apologized honey"

You shook your head "You always say sorry and then do it again. You know it hurts me" He shushed you and raised his hand from your breast to your face and turned your chair so you were looking at him and lowered himself to kiss your lips "I love you y/n I know I'm not easy to deal with but you know I love you don't you?"

You nodded surrendering "I love you too Stephen." He smiled, that cocky sideways smile that make your heart race and fill your stomach with butterflies "Okay, so get your stuff and let's go home" He said authoritatively giving a quick kiss on your lips, but you cupped his face in your hands kissing him properly without realizing your father had walked into your office. He  cleared his throat so you would notice his presence.

Stephen stepped away "Stark" he greeted in an arrogant and mocking tone of voice. You turned to face your father, totally embarrassed. "Is everything okay, Dad? Do you need something?" He crossed his arms, not bothering to hide his displeasure at the scene he'd just witnessed.

 "I came to check on the progress of the work, but it seems you already finished." You got up going to him and opened the drawer where you kept the handcuffs and handed it to his hands "It works. Stephen tested it and it's ready to use. Mordo will pick it up tomorrow morning" He agreed throwing an unfriendly look at Stephen who seemed to be amused. "Fine, I won't bother you anymore." He returned the handcuffs to your hand and left before you could say anything. You sighed putting the cuffs back into the drawer.

"Your father is an idiot." You glared at Stephen angrily "Why do you think he doesn't like you Stephen? Does it have something to do with your behavior?" He smirked "It’s probably because I stole his little girl and I have no intention of given you back."

He walked towards you and wrapped you around your waist kissing your lips "Forget about him, let's go home" You frowned "Home?" He shrugged, "You spend more time in the Sanctum with me than you do in the Tower and I bet there are more of your clothes in my closet than in your apartment." You touched his face, caressing the smooth skin of his freshly shaved face "I hate you sometimes, you know that?"

He smirked "I know, but I'm irresistible." You sighed pulling away and taking off your lab coat and reaching for your purse "You'll never change Stephen." He chuckled opening the portal to the Sanctum and the two of you walked through it.

…

"You are such a baby sometimes, honey" Stephen said as you wrapped your arms around him and tried to kiss him "I said no touching remember?" You sighed in defeat as he moved his fingers and your hands were tied to the headboard with a rope of blue magic. You hit your head on the headboard huffing in rage "You promised you wouldn't use magic" He laughed getting up from the bed "I lied."

He got rid of the sneakers he was wearing and the top of his work robe, leaving only the pants that hung far below his waistline leaving his v line visible You bit your lower lip and he smiled satisfied "Do you like what you see? I haven't even started yet, honey"

A frustrated growl escaped your lips "You are a narcissistic bastard" You spat out the words and he widened his smile "Guilty"

He slowly lowered his pants kicking them away and was only in his white boxers, his cock was visible through the fabric, it was hard and positioned to the side. God, he was big and you could feel your body reacting to that sight, your panties totally soaked with your lubrication. He grabbed his length through the fabric teasing you and you moaned, a shameless loud moan "And you are a dirty little thing, did you know that?" You shook your head biting your lip "Yeah? You wanna see it? You wanna watch while I stroke my cock? You know I like to be watched, it turns me on so much"

You impatiently groaned "Please, do it for me. I wanna see it." He smirked pulling down his boxers and kicking them away, his cock was fully erect and he held it in his hand stroking it slowly.

 "You're so big, it feels so good when you are inside of me"

He chuckled walking over to the nightstand drawer and picking up a small bottle of lube. "You say those things honey, then you complain I'm egotistical." You moaned watching him position himself standing at the foot of the bed and pour a generous amount of the clear liquid onto his cock. He threw the glass onto the bed and began to stroke his cock slowly first and then increasing the speed, the wet noise of it filling the silence and making you impossibly horny. He groaned loudly, his eyes fixed on yours. “How do you prefer, slowly or fast?’’

"Fast.” You quickly responded “My god, Stephen, you look so good" He grinned, a beautiful and cocky grin, his hand going to the base and then to the tip circling the head slowly, he wasn't in a hurry, he wanted to put on a show for you. "Look how hard I am for you, honey. Watch what you do to me" He increased the force and speed with which he stroked his cock and groaned moving the fingers of his other hand and stripping away your clothes leaving you totally naked.

"Open your legs for me, let me see that pretty pussy" You obeyed, opening your legs outrageously for him. He bit his lips hissing seeing your glistening pussy totally wet with your slick, his hands jerking his cock hard and steady "Such a nice pussy you have, it matches my big cock perfectly don’t you think?" You moaned trying to free yourself from the magic bonds "Stephen please..."

"Tsk tsk, no honey, keep your eyes on me, you said you wanted to watch, you'll watch and just watch. This isn't for you, this is for me." You whimpered pulling your hands trying to get free and he tsked again dramatically.

"I'm going to let go of one hand, but you're going to behave, do you hear me?" You nodded obediently. He moved his fingers and one of the bonds dissolved, disappearing into thin air "Okay honey, touch yourself for me" You reached down to between your legs, but he tsked again "Not yet, touch your tits first" You obeyed, at that point you would do anything he told you to. He hummed satisfied  as you licked your fingers bringing the saliva to your nipple and circling it letting it harden and then cupped your breast in your hand squeezing it.

His hand moved so fast on his cock, the wet sounds was so obscene "You have such nice tits, y/n, I love that. Now rub your clit for me, show me how much you need me"

You gladly obeyed, groaning as soon as you got some friction, your hips moving against your hand and your moans getting louder and louder. "That’s it honey look at me, keep your eyes in my cock, look how nice and wet it is, how big and hard it is. Do you think you deserve it?" You hummed whimpering feeling your entire body shake "Don't you dare cum before me, I didn't authorize it."

You slowed down the movements of your fingers, bringing them down and dipping two of them inside your wet and aching core. "Fuck honey, it feels so good isn't it? Tell me how much you want my cock, tell me how much you want me, I need to hear it."

You licked your lips "I need you Stephen, I love your big cock, you have such a nice cock, please fuck me, I am begging you."

He raised one eyebrow "Oh you're gonna beg"

You nodded.

He stopped the hand movements and spat on his cock rubbing the saliva along the entire length and went back to stroke himself "Beg for it, beg or I won't give it to you"

You moved your fingers inside you faster fingering yourself "Please Stephen, please I need you. I need your cock, I am nothing without you, only you can make me cum, I am yours, let me please you, let me be your whore"

He groaned loudly stroking himself impossibly hard getting carried away by your words "I am sorry honey..." He groaned loud and a load of his cum spurted on the mattress "oh fuck... keep looking honey, eyes on me.. . oh god"

His semen ran through his fingers and even though he had just come his cock didn't fully relax. He chuckled seeing your angry face and running the back of his hand across his forehead catching a bead of sweat that dripped. "Don't be mad, you know I have a few more rounds to give you"

He conjured a tissue and cleaned himself then winked at you and crossed the room taking a cigarette from the pack and lit it dragging and blowing the smoke slowly knowing full well that your eyes were locked on him. He sat down in the farthest armchair and snapped his fingers freeing your other hand.

"Be a good girl and give me a show, I want to see you cum" You huffed angrily, but gave in to the urge to seek your own climax. You took your index and middle fingers to your mouth and sucked them pornographically making a popping noise as you took them out of your mouth and brought them to your entrance rubbing the saliva there and finally penetrating your aching pussy, you moaned softly, moving your hips as your fingers moved in and out, your eyes closing in pleasure.

"Keep your eyes on me, honey" Stephen said, a malicious smirk on his lips, he took another drag on his cigarette, holding the smoke in his mouth for a moment and letting it out through his nostrils with a satisfied sigh.

You were close, so close that your legs were shaking, your body begging for well-deserved relief. You ran your fingers up to your clit rubbing it, your eyes locked on Stephen's oceanic eyes. You bit your lower lip containing your moans and he tsked annoyed "Come on honey, don't hold it back, you can be a lot louder than that. Give it to me"

You moaned louder obeying his instructions knowing that even your orgasm wasnt for you, Stephen wanted everything for himself, he made everything about himself and you couldn't fight him because you didn't want to win, not when losing was so pleasurable.

Your moans got louder and your breathing more ragged, your legs shaking as your fingers worked faster and faster until they stopped and you screamed Stephen's name, your climax snapping inside of you. Your eyes went shut, your head hanging back and from your lips only oaths of love and sweet praises came out like prayers.

You were too lost in your high to notice Stephen approaching, noticing only when he was already in bed pulling your legs and making you lie with your back on the mattress the weight of his body making your legs open so he fit between them.

He grabbed you by the back of your neck and kissed you, his tongue penetrating your mouth, the taste of cigarette on your tongue was intoxicating and you gasped when without warning he entered you thrusting so hard you saw stars. He didn't let go of your lips for even a second, his thrusts didn't falter or lessen even for a moment and your hands grip the sheets to keep you aware of something earthly as you felt yourself touching the sky as he pounded against you. .

"Stephen...you're going to make me come again" He groaned claiming your bottom lip, sucking it, one of his hands gripping yours intertwining his fingers in yours "Do it, do it now" He pounded you with absurd roughness and you groaned when it exploded inside you, your pussy squeezing him so hard dragging him to his own climax. He lowered his lips to your chin placing open mouthed kisses and kept going down, he bit your neck grunting as he thrusted his cum deep inside you, marking you as his.

"Fuck Stephen... I love you"

He grabbed your chin making you look at him, his eyes were like fire "You are mine and always will be" You nodded and he kissed you passionately and rolled onto your side pulling you to his chest caressing the side of your arm "I need you, I need you by my side, I can't live if you're not with me and it scares me" He confessed.

You smiled touching his face "This is love Stephen. You're discovering that it's possible to love someone other than yourself ." He nervously chuckled "I love you so much more than I love myself honey. I would do anything for you. I would die for you" You kissed his lips softly “What makes you think i wouldn't do the same?”

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The Giant (11/16)

***Contains violence, kidnapping and attempted SA***

------Chapter 11------

Now that I had successfully unlocked my magical potential, the next logical step would be to strengthen the potency of the lightning. However, this task was far from simple. Without the drive of sheer desperation that had compelled me to manifest electric energy in the first place, I found it difficult to summon the magic from within me again. At most I would feel a buzz in my fingers, sometimes accompanied with sparks or crackling. I noticed the sensations strengthened when I was near electrical devices, which made sense. Hopefully, with training, I could learn to draw on my power.

Another effect I noticed was that using my magic made me tired. It was as if there was a finite amount of energy within me, a well that would run dry and needed time to be replenished. A more substantial release, such as the bolt I zapped Jasper with inside his stomach, depleted my magic enough to prevent me from using it effectively for an entire day or two. With time, I hoped my stamina and overall capacity would increase. Even with these limitations, I was still excited to make progress, no matter how small. Maybe soon I would be able to use blood magic too. I had tried a few blood magic spells but so far nothing had worked.

I was feeling mildly frustrated, but Chester was always around to cheer me up and give me some encouragement. After a particularly tiring day, he brought me to bed, gave me a kiss, and placed me on his warm chest like he always did. As we settled into bed, a storm started up outside, just like the one that occurred the first night I arrived in the Land of Giants. I was glad to be toasty and dry inside the house. The sound of the blustering wind, pouring rain, and the occasional rumble of thunder accompanying the flashing lightning was calming. We both fell asleep fairly quickly.

In the middle of the night, I found myself awake, although I wasn't sure what woke me up. The room was dark, with no moonlight able to break through the storm clouds outside. The storm was still raging, but everything was quiet in the bedroom. Chester was fast asleep. I felt a stab of uneasiness. Something was wrong but I wasn't sure what. I came to the sudden realization that the room was much darker than it should be. In fact, I couldn't even see the window. A flash of lightning revealed a giant shadow blocking my view, in the shape of a colossal man. I didn't even have time to scream before a hand snatched me up and I found myself completely enclosed in a giant fist. I bit the skin of the giant's palm hard enough to draw blood, hoping he would release me, but instead the hand tightened in a crushing grip that squeezed the air out of my lungs. I tried to move, struggled to cry out, but couldn't make a sound. I was terrified my bones were going to crack under the pressure.

The unknown giant began to walk with huge strides, swaying his arm slightly as he moved. Squashed inside his fist, I felt like I was going to throw up. The rain and wind increased in volume and I recognized that he had stepped outside. He loosened his grasp on me and I gasped for air, squirming wildly.

"Chester, help! Chester! I'm being kidnapped! Help!" I yelled as loud as I could, but I knew he couldn't hear my muffled shouts. I managed to squeeze my head through an opening in the giant's fist. I couldn't see much in the darkness, and raindrops were splashing on my face. I tried to identify the giant man who had taken me. My worst fears were confirmed when another flash of lightning lit up his face momentarily, revealing the familiar gaunt features, blond hair tied back, and cold blue eyes. He was the same giant who had knocked out Chester in the parking lot, stolen me, cut me all over with a knife, and devoured me. I was in serious trouble. With all the rain washing away the trail of my scent, Chester would not be able to track me once he woke up and found me missing. Plus, he wouldn't wake up for hours. I'd probably be dead by then.

I attempted to shore up my magical reserves, but my practice earlier in the day left me spent. I had no magic left to use, and no way to defend myself. Not a single spark appeared no matter how much I concentrated. In the meantime, the terrifying giant continued to walk through the woods for several minutes. Eventually, he reached a car hidden behind a copse of trees. He got in, started the engine, and drove off, carelessly throwing me onto the dashboard.

I knew there was no way to escape a giant moving car when I was too tiny to open the doors, so I focused on memorizing the car's route so I would know how to get home. I used all my willpower to ignore the threatening giant who towered over me while driving. It was hard to see landmarks along the roads at night to help me find my way. The car entered a giant town with sidewalks, streetlights, and buildings. We drove into a parking garage adjacent to a run-down apartment building. The car pulled into a parking spot and creaked to a stop.

I broke into a cold sweat and slowly turned around. The massive man was leering down at me, his white teeth glinting in the orange light of the parking structure. I stumbled backward and backed up into the windshield of the car.

"D-don't touch me!" I squeaked out in terror. The giant's leer only deepened as he reached his hand toward me, filling my vision as I was fully enveloped by his fingers. Naturally I shouted and struggled, but a painful clench from his vicelike grip punished me into silence. He started to walk, with me trapped in his fist again. I surveyed my surroundings as he climbed up several flights of stairs. My heart sank. Wherever he had taken me, it was not the same location as the last time I was stolen. There was no way that Chester would be able to find me this time. I was on my own. I heard an ominous rumble of thunder from outside.

He walked down a long derelict hallway, stopping at a door to one of the apartments. With his other hand, he pulled keys out of his pocket, unlocked the door, and sauntered inside. The apartment was cramped, dimly lit, and dirty. The giant shut the door and locked it. He crouched down and set me down on the grimy carpet, in between his enormous black boots. I sprinted across the floor like a frightened rabbit. He let me run a little ways before slamming his hand down on the floor in front of me and dragging me back to his feet. As soon as he released me, I darted away again, only for him to pull me back again. We continued this tortuous little dance a few more times until I gave up and cowered next to his boots, his gargantuan frame looming over me with overwhelming menace.

"You done?" he grunted with a sneer, clearly amused by my desperate attempts to escape. He roughly grabbed me off the floor and stood up to his full height, ascending sharply enough to make me dizzy. He twirled me around in his hands, pinching my limbs with his fingers, playing with me as if I were merely a doll. He tossed me up and I tumbled through the air with a scream before falling into his other hand. He passed me from hand to hand like a tennis ball, bruising and battering me along the way. Finally, he latched onto the back of my shirt with his thumb and forefinger and raised me up to a terrifying height. I looked down beyond my dangling feet to the floor hundreds of feet below and grew pale.

"You want me to let you go?" he jeered cruelly.

"N-n-no, please don't... drop me..." I stuttered, barely coherent with how much I was shaking. He sniggered and swung me close to his eye to see me better. I let out a yelp at the sudden movement. His icy eye regarded my miniscule form. He bobbed me up and down and snickered again at my outcry of terror. I shriveled up inside myself. I was completely helpless. He could do whatever he wanted and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

He raised me even higher above his head, toying with me as if I were nothing more than a plaything. As he brought me down over his face, I realized with heavy dread what was coming next. Sure enough, his gigantic mouth yawned open. Savoring my terror, the giant slowly lowered me between the glistening rows of his huge teeth. The inside of his mouth, fleshy and red, salivated with anticipation, and I could see the back of his throat twitch, ready to swallow me whole. His hefty tongue began to creep up toward my legs. A breath expelled from deep within ruffled through my hair.

"Wait! Stop! Don't eat me, please!" I begged in desperation. "I'll do anything!"

The giant stopped my descent. My head was already below his lips, my body cloaked in the shadow of his jaws. He pondered for a moment, then lifted me out of his mouth with deliberate slowness.

"Anything?" he questioned, cocking an eyebrow. I gulped. What could possibly be worse than being eaten alive? He carried me over to a grubby old couch and sprawled himself out. The worn-out springs creaked under his weight. "Anything," he repeated, thinking to himself. A dark sneer spread across his features. "How about this?"

He started unbuckling his pants, and I groaned inwardly. The last thing I wanted was that. His eyes gleamed with a disturbing combination of excitement and rage. He peeled open his boxers to reveal his gross junk, already aroused by torturing me. Before I could do anything to resist, I was thrust down into sweaty, smelly darkness. However, despite how disgusted I was by this development, I discerned I had been unexpectedly gifted a chance to escape. I was now adjacent to the most vulnerable part of any man's body.

"Pleasure me," the giant growled. Instead, I clamped down on his balls with my arms, crushing them with as much pressure as I could muster, and delivered a fierce kick. He gasped in pain, and I slid out of his boxers down his pant leg before he could grab me with his hands. I scampered through tight, suffocating blackness against his hairy leg in his pants, trying to find my way out. I passed his knee and fell down past his calf, landing on his giant boot. Making my way to the pant cuff and into the light, I jumped off his boot and ran as fast as I could across the carpet to the door.

The giant was stunned momentarily, and doubled over in agony, but when he spotted me running away he flew into a terrible frenzy of anger. He rolled off the couch, still holding his crotch in one hand, and smacked the floor, shaking the ground beneath me and knocking me down. I jumped to my feet and continued to sprint with every fiber of my being. My life depended on it.

"Get back here, you little bitch!" he roared, clambering towards me. Despite my head start, there was no way I could outrun a giant that was hundreds of times my size. His big black boot, bigger than a pickup truck, stomped in front of me and I bounced backwards from the thunderous vibration. He seized me violently in his fist, raised me up to his face, and glared daggers at me. My vision grew misty with tears as his hold threatened to squash the life out of me. He stormed into the kitchen and threw me into a large plastic container.

Dazed, I stumbled to my feet. My disorientation turned to abject horror as I realized where I was. In the center of the container was a set of huge, fearsome blades that could effortlessly slice me into pieces. I was in a giant blender. I clawed at the sides of the kitchen appliance, trying to find a way to climb out, but the walls were perfectly slick. The giant stared at me through the transparent plastic, grinning savagely.

"You'll be sorry for what you did," he snarled, dripping with fury. "I'll turn you into a smoothie." I banged my fists against the plastic fruitlessly. The giant clamped down a lid on top of the blender with unnecessary force, dropping me to my knees. I didn't bother to get back up. What was the point? I was going to die a horrific death. I watched him plug the blender into the wall, as if in slow motion.

A peal of thunder boomed outside. In my panic, I had forgotten the storm. I had forgotten my lightning magic. I felt something snap inside of me. Like a switch or a spark. I hadn't been able to use my magic before, since I had depleted my stores, but here it was now or never. I tried to concentrate, to harness the power of the storm, the power running through the cord to the wall. I watched the giant reach for the button on the blender that would puree me into mush. I just needed enough to short circuit the blender so it wouldn't work.

I screwed my eyes shut and focused. I felt the familiar buzz in my fingers. Would it be enough? I pressed my hands to the bottom of the blender cup, beneath the blades. If the blades started spinning, I would be instantly decapitated. At least I would have a quick death. I sent a shock into the blender motor. I opened my eyes to see the giant press the button on the blender. The blender sparked and smoke poured out the side. I didn't have my head chopped off. I exhaled in relief.

The giant swore explosively and kicked a chair over in frustration. I crunched down inside the blender cup in an attempt to make myself as small as possible. I was still in serious danger. The giant ran his hand over his hair and glowered darkly at me. He ripped the lid off the blender and reached inside. As he grabbed me, he cut his finger on one of the blades and cursed again. He was in a foul temper. He pulled me out and flung me onto his dining room table. He picked up the chair he had kicked over and sat in it with a scowl.

"By the time I'm done with you, you're gonna wish I had just eaten you instead! I'm gonna break all your bones and chop you up!" he ranted. Flecks of spittle from his foaming mouth splashed on the table. His face was turning red with anger. He pounded his tremendous fist down on the table, shaking it violently. As if on cue, thunder rumbled ominously. He suddenly stood up from the table and stomped off to another room where I couldn't see him. I could hear him rummaging through his stuff, searching for something. I didn't want to find out what.

I knew I would have to collect my remaining lightning magic, and release it all at once in a big bolt that would hopefully incapacitate the giant. I had never conjured up a bolt that large before, but I needed to try in order to save myself. I began to charge up. My fingers crackled with sparks. The giant charged back in holding a hammer. Holy crap, he was serious about breaking all my bones. He sat down again and rested his elbows on the table, leaning over me maliciously.

"Give me your arm!" With a crazed look in his eye, he pinched my wrist in his fingers and forced me to lay my arm flat on the table, pressing me down with his huge digits. He raised the hammer, ready to strike. I only had one chance. In that moment, I felt strangely powerful. The storm wasn't just in the sky, but inside me, the clouds building up to something incredible. The lights in the apartment flickered. I lifted my free hand and released an extraordinary bolt of lightning with an earsplitting crack. The bolt slammed into him with full force and sent a shock through his body. He exclaimed indistinguishably, released me, and dropped the hammer, which fell on the table with a loud crash. His whole body convulsed, and then he faceplanted onto the table, narrowly missing me. The air sizzled. I was stunned.

The giant, slumped over on the table, had apparently been knocked out, because after twitching a few times he remained motionless. I didn't think I was lucky enough for him to be dead. I felt exhausted but I knew I needed to escape before he woke up. I had used up all my magic again. Where had that exceptional power come from? I knew the storm had something to do with it, but I recalled being in life-threatening situations would unlock my potential. The fact that I had faced imminent death so many times in the Land of Giants was very concerning, but at least I got something out of it.

Now was not the time to dwell on such matters. I experienced revulsion when I noticed the only way to get down safely from the table was to climb down the giant's vast body. Praying he wouldn't regain consciousness, I cautiously pulled myself up onto his arm. He remained motionless. I took a deep breath and hiked up his arm, past his huge head, to his shoulder. Using the wrinkles in his clothes as handholds, I began climbing down his torso. I made it to his lap and used the platform of his leg as a resting point to catch my breath. Then, I descended from his knee down his leg, and exhaled in relief when my feet finally reached the floor. I glanced up at the giant to make sure he still wasn't awake. He looked even more massive from the floor. The table, too, stretched high above me.

I ran across the floor of the dingy apartment, to make the long journey to the front door. Fortunately, I was small enough to crawl under the door, since there was no way I would be able to open it without help. I was back in the hallway, thankfully deserted due to the hour. However, I didn't know how long that would last. Knowing my stamina would be tested, I paced myself with a steady jog. The giant hallway felt like it stretched for miles. I was panting hard by the time I finally reached the stairs. The stairs! How was I going to get all the way down? From my perspective, each individual stair looked to be about twenty-five feet high, maybe more. When I dangled my body over the side, in an effort to minimize the distance I had to fall, and let go, it was a long drop down, but survivable. After repeating the same action down a few steps, however, my legs started to ache from absorbing the shock of my falls. If I kept going for several stories, I was going to sustain injuries, without a doubt.

I sat on one of the steps for a couple of minutes, wracking my brains for an idea. Just as I was giving up, I heard one of the apartment doors from down the hall open. Instantly I felt panic clench my heart like a cold hand. All of my efforts would be for nothing if I was discovered now. Having no place to hide, I sidled up against the stair behind me, to minimize my profile. Huge clomping footsteps rapidly approached. I held my breath, too afraid to even breathe. At the top of the steps, the giant feet stopped.

Oh no. Oh no no no. A bead of sweat dripped down my forehead. The giant could smell me, of course. He would find me, and eat me no doubt. My heart was pounding so loud, I was sure the giant could hear that too. Though the tension only lasted a moment, it felt like an eternity. From high above me, I heard a tremendous sneeze, followed by sniffling. I realized I was saved. He had a cold. His nose was stuffed up, so he couldn't smell me.

The stairs creaked under the giant's weight as he began walking down the steps. Impulsively, I clung to his pant leg as he passed me, and hitched a ride all the way down to the ground floor. I was jostled around quite a bit, but was grateful not to have to fall all the way down the steps on my own. The giant stepped outside into the rain. Since he plodded off in the direction I wanted to go, I continued to grip onto his clothes. He didn't bother avoiding any puddles, trudging straight through them, so I was swiftly drenched in dirty water. As unpleasant as it was to be sopping wet, I was relieved that the rain would at least conceal my scent so I would remain undetected.

After riding along for several blocks, the giant turned down a different street, so I let go and found myself completely alone and vulnerable in a giant city. By now the sky was beginning to brighten with the dawn to a soft blue. There were more giants out now, and giant cars rumbling around splashing tidal waves on the sidewalks. I was cold, wet, miserable, and scared. While nobody noticed me on the ground, since I was so small, I also had to avoid getting stepped on. I could be effortlessly crushed and killed, and nobody would even know I was there. More than ever, I wished Chester would appear and rescue me. I wondered if he was even awake yet.

Crossing the street at this size was an intimidating prospect, but a necessary step if I wanted to get home. I waited until a giant was ready to cross, then grabbed on to his shoe or pant cuff like I did before. Such a move required me to get close to his feet, which was risky, but I had little choice in the matter. Once I reached the other side safely, I dismounted and scampered off to hide.

Everything was just so unfathomably massive. The sidewalks and roads stretched into infinity, a vast landscape of asphalt and concrete. The buildings, great monuments of stone and brick, towered into the sky. I couldn't see the faces of the giants looming over me, only their gargantuan shoes and legs which I used to propel myself farther along the path. "Little" things like leaves and pebbles provided cover. I even had to jump over large cracks in the sidewalk. I grew more and more exhausted trying to cover such enormous distances, but I had to get somewhere safe before I could rest. The rain was reduced to a drizzle. Before long, it might stop raining altogether, and I hoped to be far enough out of the city that no giant could track my scent.

Several hours passed before I finally made it to the outskirts of the city. The sidewalks ended, but I still followed the paved road where cars could drive through. I was fairly certain this was the road by which I had been taken into the city. The sun started to peek through holes in the cloud cover. The rain, once a torrential downpour, had slowed to a trickle. The vegetation on the side of the road provided vital protection from being seen by drivers.

I began to feel an urgent need to rest. I had been awakened in the middle of the night, forced to endure overwhelming stress, depleted all my magic, and pushed to my physical and emotional limits. I so badly wanted to be home, safe and warm and dry with my giant boyfriend, but I could barely drag one foot in front of the other by this point. I hobbled down the slope on the side of the road into a collection of giant trees. The ground was saturated with water. I couldn't find a comfortable spot. With few choices, I made a bed out of wet leaves among the roots of a tree and promptly passed out.

Chapter 12

Chapter 1

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[trashyreptilian]

Lure In The Predator, October 18th 1992 (Part 1)

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Author's Note: Accidently deleted the OG post on mobile like a fucking idiot, so uh. Let's just pretend I never deleted anything and that this is the OG post HAHA- Cool? Cool.

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Lure In The Predator, October 19th-20th 1992 (Part 2)

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Characters: "Six" (he/him), "C"/Alt! Cesar (it/its), "Lucifer"/Alt! Gabriel (they/them) and The Preacher "Ora" (she/it)

Summary: As night falls over the Mandela County and its residents lay to rest, alternates stay active in the dark. The notorious TV Intruder, Six, leaves his hide-out to visit Hell and check in a report on his activities. What should have been a quick trip is put on halt as he witnesses a certain flawed impersonator making its case in front of Hell's Overlord. (Word count: ~5 000)

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The sun ducked down behind the buildings of Mandela County, the moon slowly crept up and made itself clearer amongst gray clouds. Street lights provided a tiny bit of warmth along the many dead silent pathways for those who chose to walk in the dead of night. A rather unwise decision. More sensible people knew that staying active outside of their homes in later hours was a death wish. Some couldn't take the hint. Either out of sheer ignorance or more likely, stupidity. The residents had been warned that alternate activity was more persistent during night-time. A lot harder to spot one of those entities when the shadows provided another layer of disguise for them.

If only some were smart enough to realize that they weren't even safe in their own homes. It didn't matter whether it was day or night. If they had any kind of TV set, they were being watched. Totally clueless that their own technology was used against them. Despite the County police heavily advising people to throw away their televisions, some just couldn't live without them. How could they otherwise? They need some form of entertainment in order to ignore their harsh reality. Even if it meant their children had higher chances of getting abducted. That was one of many tasks the fully-formed doppelgangers were in charge of, to ensure that the future generation barely had time to grow. Few managed to kidnap in higher numbers, some weren't as productive but they still did their part in the invasion. However, only one alternate ranked the highest when it came to that kind of job. Somehow managing to cause sheer panic across four counties, a doppelganger named "Six" made himself known amongst his kind as one to be feared for his steady growing powers alone.

In a fairly deep forest veering around small lakes, an old abandoned power plant laid hidden away from any unwanted prying eyes. An exact perfect location for someone like Six. The place was granted to him a little while back as a reward for his numerous kidnappings. Having your own hide-out was a privilege only lucky doppelgangers received. There weren't that many buildings to give out to any random schmuck and even fewer of them were willing to share as a lot preferred having territory all to themselves. Six was no different in that regard. Inside the power plant, no area was spared from decay. Most of the floors had missing tiles, or dirt and mud covering the surface. The giant machinery was covered in rust, an odd sulphuric odor permeated the air. Many windows were dirty and shattered, or completely bordered up with wooden planks. Vegetation had begun to take over its walls from outside, giving off an eerie feeling if gazed upon it. One room was most important, a sort of workstation for Six to carry out his heinous deeds.

The underground turbine hall, where once the most powerful machines resided in, was pretty much barren. At the end of the hall, many TV sets were laid on the ground and stacked on top of one another. Some were even dangling in the air with the help of loose wires. In the darkness, those working screens were the only source of light. Middle of all the televisions, was a big control panel. It itself was useless but it served as a table supporting much bigger and wider TVs. Six stood right in front of it, endlessly gazing at the many different rooms plastered on the screens. His faint smirk would occasionally turn into a grin when he noticed a child to mark down for upcoming abductions. Any resident owning a TV had the misfortune of potentially being stalked without ever knowing. Having their lives forever monitored by an abnormally skilled entity. That fact alone provided a boost of adrenaline. While his job became routine-like, it had not grown stale just yet.

Six scrolled through many rooms at a time by the flick of his hand, it served as a single universal TV remote. His prime targets were obviously families. The more littered with offspring, the better. Never keeping track of time, he had no idea of how long he stared at the screens. All he knew was that he had a job to do and that was it. Soon enough his pace was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Finally turning his head away, he shifted his sight onto the control room above him to the left. Up there was a metal deck secured with railings just outside the room, providing a closer view to the turbine hall. The footsteps echoed loudly as they got closer. A figure dressed in old nun clothing walked on the metal deck, grabbing a hold on its railings. She moved her head further down with her elongated neck, locking eyesight with him.

With a quiet sigh, he simply looked back at his screens. "What do YOU want…?" Raising his voice a bit, he made his annoyance pretty clear.

"I've been informed that our Overlord has requested all doppelgangers to report in their work tonight. I figured I'd be generous enough to tell you, so you don't show up last like a moron…" The Preacher stated, her voice ever so static and broken, probably a far cry from how it used to sound.

"Good Lord… Your voice gets more ear-grating every time you speak. Do me a favor and get out." Still staring at his televisions, he wiggled his hand faced upward at her.

To his pleasant surprise, Preacher didn't bother arguing back. He heard a silent growl and footsteps quickly fading out. Perhaps that was for the best seeing as he needed to head back to Hell. His powers were put to rest as the TV screens turned off one by one. There was little time to waste, he was not one to make his Overlord wait. After a deep breath, Six closed his eyes. In his mind or audibly, all he had to do was recite one phrase.

May thy Lord take me back to where I was molded… He thought to himself and took one step forward. In a blink of an eye, his body sunk into the concrete tiles beneath him. He phased out of existence. It took mere seconds before Six's feet made contact with a different, more rugged, surface. Although, he did feel like he was dragged through a wall, as if something forced him forward. Opening his eyes, freezing winds blew across the face. Other doppelgangers popped out through the walls too. Scanning his surroundings for a moment, he landed in a familiar area. However, describing it as a cave was much more accurate. Looking up at the cave's roof, stalactites covered it while in the middle, large sharp-edged purple crystals grew downward. A weak brighter glow slowly flickered inside them, seeming like it was pulsating or breathing. Besides providing light in the dark gray-blue cave, it had no other purpose. None that he knew of. Six gazed at the only tunnel in sight. Two crumbling pillars were stacked between the tunnel’s entrance. Alternates around him began walking towards it, Six followed suit.

The TV intruder walked in a fast pace, with his chest facing forward more than his head. He had no problem passing by others, pushing anyone away if not bothered to move aside themselves. Ones that got in his way responded with grunts or growls. Loud cracks would occur from the slightly pointed ground on which they stepped. Above them, torches held by black metal holders illuminated their path. Despite everyone being fully capable of seeing in the dark, the bright burning flames served as a warning to where they headed. Six had done these kinds of reports before but every time he felt a bit of sweat pouring down his forehead. Perhaps the rest had the same feeling as well, since the tunnel was engulfed in silence. Six tried keeping his composure calm, wearing the same grin he carried everywhere. After some time had passed, the main area grew bigger as he got closer. At last leaving the dimly lit tunnel, Six stopped in his tracks as the crowd behind him soon gathered up front.

There they were. The overlord stood high and mighty on a raised stone, serving as their podium. They turned around to face everyone, towering over his creations due to the drastic height difference. Their light yellow feathered wings spread out. A gust of air blew at the doppelgangers. Shivers ran down Six's spine, he gulped. He wasn't alone, yet he believed their eyes only leered down at him specifically for whatever reason. Their expression, the exact same he saw back when he was but a weak young impersonator. Unchanged, and unphased. The smile was ever so wide, and the vacant stare remained threatening. He was unsure if he had ever seen them blink before. Their hands clenched tightly together.

In a raspy and booming voice, they spoke out. "My doppelgangers! You've all been called upon once again to share your progress in the invasion. Your attendance is but a small sign of loyalty that I've come to expect... I, will not tolerate anyone ignoring my summons, whether it's out of incompetence or not. I take it as disobedience… For I can take away your status just as easy as it is to give. I hope not to repeat this warning to any of you who are new amongst the crowd…" They paused for a moment.

Six glanced at the alternates around him. He noticed some were shaking, others were sweating.

The overlord continued. "However, in light of a... Recent happening, your reports shall have to be put on halt. For at this very moment, you will witness an impersonator making its case. I demand of you all to become the jury. Do not step away, and come forth. Scatter around..." With that, they tucked in their wings and spread out their arms. Guiding everyone to come closer around their rock podium.

Six, and the others, did as instructed. Placing themselves in positions, half went to the right side, the rest left. Six just wanted to have a clear vision of what was about to go down. The sudden shift from nervousness to excitement was completely unexpected. He couldn't help but smile a bit more. Finally finding the perfect spot, he leaned on his right side onto the podium. He had a good look at the one figure kneeling and shivering before their creator. The first thing of note was its torn up tuxedo suit. Its own blood stained the white button down shirt. The missing arms could have been a typical impersonator deformity. But Six suspected there was more to it, he would have needed a closer view to confirm anything. Ongoing whispers between the doppelgangers filled the large cave. It took another powerful flap from the Overlord's wings to restore the silence. They glared at the impersonator, their shadow loomed over it. Six couldn't wait any longer. He had no doubt the alternate was doomed to make a fool of itself.

"Here I stand, my dearest alternate! You were due to be judged with the rest of the impersonators who've failed their tasks. Yet, you insisted in facing me sooner than the others… Need I remind you that I have far more important matters to attend to? If you were to waste my time with pointless excuses, I will have no trouble putting an end to your life." The overlord raised their voice even louder. "I, and the jury, await your testimony. You may speak the truth now, or forever hold your lies. I am listening…"

The misfortunate alternate, still kneeling, couldn't help but to frantically look back at them and the audience. Possibly confused about the sudden appearance of a "jury". It took a deep breath and prepared to talk. "My Lord… I understand that my failure is a disgrace… B-but I must beg for sympathy... There's no way I could have predicted any of it! The task fell out of my control!" Its voice was shaky, hesitating between words.

"How come? Impersonators are gifted with unique abilities of my own design. They're to aid you in eliminating your target, yet the task was too difficult for you to accomplish, despite your advantages? It is, PATHETIC…" They slightly snarled.

It tilted its head down at the last comment then lifted itself back up to make eye-contact. "Please! You have to believe me!... I did everything that I was supposed to. I-I even had the target in my grasp-"

"So you let them get away?" They interrupted. "All that I am hearing... Is only making me more disappointed. I've heard countless excuses from alternates like you, and NONE of them were ever substantial… The jury standing around me didn't seem to have any trouble advancing themselves."

"No- no, my Lord… I swear it wasn't my intent to let him get away! You see I- Uh-…" It began cracking under pressure. "T- There… There was this other human getting in the way at first…" Its eyes shifted in every direction, incapable of looking at the Overlord directly anymore.

The watching jury of doppelgangers snickered quietly. Six did too, his prediction seemed to turn out correct so far. The imbecile had no grounds to stand on, it was marked for death. Did it seriously let a human, of all things, put it into submission? It was too comical to even believe. The TV intruder let out a louder laugh, he rapidly closed his own mouth with his hand. The sheer idea of it was ridiculous. A human scaring away an alternate? Nonsense.

The overlord tilted their head to the side, the neck let out a sharp crack. "I hope you didn't just come here to make an absolute joke of yourself… Or so help me your act shall soon turn into a tragedy…"

It suddenly stood up. "No! It's nothing like that! I-I promise!" Its expression turned to desperation. "The other human interfering wasn't the problem! It-... It was… No, I mean, I was…" Its body trembled more aggressively.

"WHAT? What was a threat to you then?" Their smile grew wider and their feathers ruffled a little. "YOU BEST SPIT IT OUT BEFORE I TEAR YOUR PUNY BODY IN HALF." The sudden spike in volume of their voice caused the cave to quake for a second.

"I WAS ATTACKED BY ONE OF OUR OWN!"

Cave fell silent as the subtle sounds of laughter ceased upon hearing it shout. Six's smile turned into a slight frown. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Did everyone hear that right? Muttering initiated, the doppelgangers were asking the same thing. Six straightened his position, no longer leaning on the podium. He gazed at their creator. They took a step back.

After a minute passed, they continued to speak. "… Repeat that again…" Their voice gained a calmer tone, but still sounded ominous.

The impersonator in return went back to kneeling. "I… I was attacked by one of our own, my Lord... Another impersonator showed up out of nowhere. It vastly overpowered me! It was most definitely protecting both of those humans. And… I may not know why in Hell's sake it would do tha-"

"Describe this, supposed, attacker's appearance…"

"I… U-uh, well… I recall it being taller than me, somewhat similar skinny body type as me too… It was wearing black robes with a cloak hoodie. Fake facial hair. Long elongated arms and fingers…" Pausing, it looked over its shoulder and scratched it with its head. "… Sharp… Needle-pointed like teeth… Please, there's no reason to doubt me. It was one of us… No normal human could do the same damage as it did."

The overlord didn't respond, simply looking away at the far off distance. Six took notice of how their hands clenched just a bit harder together. Whispers grew louder, words passing on ear by ear. He carefully listened to what he could gather from others nearby.

"… What is it blabbering about…?"

"… Tch-... It's lying. There's no way this isn't made-up…"

"… An alternate protecting humans? Absurd…"

"… Is this the best it can come up with…?"

"… Bullshit, I don't believe any of this…"

All questions or doubts, but nothing of interest. Not until one comment caught Six's attention.

"… I'm telling you, I've heard a similar description from another impersonator before!…"

Then another identical comment from a different voice.

"… Is it talking about THAT alternate in Mandela County? The rogue one?…"

And another one.

"… I think it went by a some kind of made-up name... I forgot what it was, though…"

From what he understood, there was some truth to what the assaulted alternate said. Unfortunately, it was too good to be true. How come that was the first time he heard about it? An alternate keeping Earth's most feeble creatures alive? How idiotic. And yet, so intriguing. If it was indeed not make-belief, then the supposed "human friendly" impersonator resided in one of the counties Six had been to before. Was there a chance to meet it in person? It might take forever to find it on his own. All of a sudden, he flinched at the sound of the Overlord flapping their wings once more to silence everyone.

"...Unacceptable…" They stated. "To summarize, you failed your main task. Let not one, but TWO humans live. And lastly... Allowed a potential traitor to get away…"

"My lord, please-"

"SILENCE. I've heard enough…" They let out a long exhale through their nose. "You have no idea how much it pains me to see weaklings like you being granted life, and this, is how I am repaid." Spreading out their wings, the shadow looming over the impersonator became wider. "You don't deserve that husk of a body…" They extended out their left arm, the hand reached out at the alternate kneeling before them.

Its entire body violently slammed onto the ground, right on its back. A loud thud echoed in the cave. It took a brief moment for it to realize what was about to happen. "No… No. No. NO, NO, NO! I BEG YOU!-" The armless body dragged straight forward by an unseen force. It thrashed and turned but its legs were of no use, no matter how hard it tried to get away. "HAVE MERCY! I CAN STILL BE OF USE, SPARE ME! P̵̯̝̟̈̊̚L̷̘̖͋͒̐͜E̷̢̺̖͐A̷͔̣̳͖̽͆̾Ş̴̟̝̜̂̚ͅE̶̘͇̲̲͂̊̕,̴̺̦̞̥̃ ̷̙̰̐́͠H̸̡̊A̵̛̻͛̿͛V̸̩̣͙̏E̸̝̹̿̋̚͠ ̸̛̦̹͙̞̙̿͘͠M̴̧͎̤̎́͛Ê̴̥̘̟̭͎̌̽̊̚R̸̢̛͔̙̥͒̒C̶̨̘̭̝̙̋̊̋̚Y̷̧̡̧̩͕̕̕ ̶̗̝͍͙̼͌͌̈́͘O̸̦͒͊͘N̸͚̣̬̖͑̀ ̸̝̎͋͒M̵̧̭͎͙̽́̕̚E̴̙̯͌͐̄!-" Loud it screamed, the entirety of Hell could probably hear it. Its voice glitched and cracked. There was nowhere to run.

Six kept looking back at both of them. An idea had brewed in his mind and only had a few seconds to decide whether he'd go through with it or not. Sweat poured down his face, his hands clenched into fists. It was then or never. He needed that alternate alive, his lingering curiosity overthrew any hesitance he still held onto. Six ran past the few alternates standing in front of him.

"WAIT!" He yelled.

The forceful dragging immediately stopped. Throwing the impersonator down the podium as it was just inches away from the overlord's robes. The TV intruder felt everyone's stares right on him. At the center of attention, he was ready to explain himself.

"Forgive my rude interruption, my gracious Lord…" He said as he went down to the armless alternate. It didn't bother getting back up, silently hyperventilating. "...May I be allowed to speak forth?"

They clenched their hands back together. Staring down at him, they pondered before giving an answer. "…You may, Six."

"Thank you…" With confidence, he folded his arms behind his back, hiding them into his loose coat. "Now... While I am in favor of having this poor excuse of an alternate killed, I'd like to propose-" He briefly peeked at the freak beneath him. "…keeping it alive. For I can find a use of it. Allow me to see if the traitor it speaks off is real and I will make sure to…" Six's grin grew wider. "… ACT accordingly once I encounter it." He glanced back at them. Hoping that the favoritism his creator had would come into play in their decision.

As Six and the crowd waited in bated breath, their Overlord gave an answer. "Very well then… This measly worm shall be of service to you. If it goes out of line, I'm certain you'll know how to set it straight." The tone in their voice had gotten a lot calmer than before.

The TV intruder kneeled. "Your generosity has no bounds, my Lord."

"Yes, yes... Now if you will, I never want to see this impersonator in my presence ever again… You are free to leave. I'm confident you've done good work for my invasion, so on this one occasion, I won't need a report." They paused, hunching their head forward. "Besides, you have a traitor to punish…"

"I will not fail you." Six raised himself back up while grabbing a hold of the impersonator, making it stand. "Move it. We're leaving…" With that, he headed back to the tunnel from which he came from. It followed behind, being dragged along as he held it by its suit.

Walking past the podium and into the tunnel's entrance. Six faintly heard their Overlord ordering the crowd to line up. Surely for the reports. Part of him was ecstatic at the fact that he managed to execute his idea without any hassle. But then again, he was one of the lucky few "favorites". How couldn't he take advantage of that? Although, he groaned under his breath. Realizing, he had to watch over another alternate. A younger, weaker and more inept one no less. However, it didn't matter. He'll put up with it. Somehow. Luckily, the pair were silent. Rumbling noises behind them dwindled as they got further away. Six wasn't going to entertain the idea of starting any sort of conversation with it. He kept up a fast walking pace, wanting to leave Hell as quickly as possible. Hanging flames guided them back to the smaller cave from where he arrived. Thrilled when the area got closer, he picked up speed. To his dismay, he had to stop when it decided to open up its mouth.

"... Why did you save me?…"

Six leered back up at it. While it was taller, he didn't care. "No, I did not "SAVE" you, as you put it." He said in a mocking tone.

It tilted its head, confused. "But then why would you-"

"OH, believe me. I would have been happy seeing you get torn in half back there! I'm only keeping you alive so I can see that alternate you talked about for myself… I want to know if the chatter I heard is correct… I NEED to see if it's out there somewhere…" He pointed at its chest. "And YOU, my armless freak, are going to help me in my search." Six grabbed it by its button down shirt, pushing its head to his eye-level. "Unless you don't want to keep what's left of your body, I'd suggest doing as I say. You got that?" He raised an eyebrow.

The impersonator winced, nodding its head in response.

"Splendid! Now let's keep walking, we're just a few feet away from where we need to be." He let go of it and they continued to walk.

At last, they stepped inside the smaller cave. Nothing changed, the large crystals above them emitted the same purple glow as usual. While mesmerizing, there was no time to sit and admire them. After Six had a quick look around, he was ready to leave. Turning to face it, he extended out his left hand.

"Here, take my hand- Oh, wait…"

It awkwardly pointed at its missing arms with its nose, frowning in a more irritated way.

He retracted his arm back and let out a snicker. "Hah, okay. Well- I'll just do this instead!" Six grabbed it by the neck. The sudden move caused it to let out a choking gag. "I'll be taking us back, brace yourself."

The TV intruder marched towards a wall, holding the alternate's neck tightly to ensure they stuck together. Using another holy enchanted phrase in his mind. By his unholy might, allow me back to carry out the Lord's work… The entities walked into the flat surface like nothing. Their bodies phased through solid rock. Soon, they appeared from a concrete wall. Their feet produced a ringing echo as they forcefully landed on the familiar damaged tiles. Six opened up his eyes, they were back at his lair. Letting go of the other's neck, he gazed at his surroundings. Shortly after, he saw Preacher around near his workstation. She was in the middle of checking in the status of his televisions, seeing if some needed to be replaced. Six whistled, she turned to see the source of it. When he had her attention, he waved at her to approach them.

"You're back early…" Preacher said in a disgruntled voice as she got near. "… And you brought back company… How joyous…" She folded her arms, analyzing the impersonator.

"I'm not exactly thrilled to have it with us either, but I'm afraid it will have to stay. I have a… Special situation on my hands, and you two will be working together." Six tugged in the impersonator closer to the conversation, making sure it listened attentively. "We've got a traitor to find."

"A traitor…?" Her elongated neck pulled back a little. "Are you talking about the one in the Mandela County? With black robe clothing perhaps?"

"Yes, that's the on- Wait a minute… You knew about it already?" Six asked.

"Well, yes? I've resided in that county much longer than you. I had been turning humans mad long before you were even molded." It stated. "Hearing about rumors and listening to other alternates stories are the only few past-times I get while I'm stuck working for you. I know many things you don't, Six."

"Oh, shut it... I don't need to listen to an overdriven doppelganger who's been past her prime for Lord knows how long." Preacher hissed at him, he glared back at her. "Since you're, oh, so wise, why don't YOU tell me what you know about that rogue alternate?"

She glared as well. "I know how it and the human, whom it guards, look like…" Pausing, she shifted her gaze somewhere else. "... Would you be surprised to learn that it doesn't like interacting with its own kind? I've heard that it's highly aggressive. More than how typical wrathians are made to be."

The suited impersonator added. "… That would explain how I couldn't lay a single scratch on it…"

Preacher looked back at it. "Wrathful alternates tend to be more naturally skilled in physical combat."

"Whatever sin it is, doesn't matter." Six interjected. "If it's an impersonator, killing it won't be an issue… To me, at least ha hah…" He chuckled.

"Don't tell me you're actually going to confront it. I know it's a traitor, but no one, and I truly mean NO ONE, deserves to stand in the same vicinity as you…"

"Who said anything about confronting it? Come now, Preacher... Aren't I allowed to properly introduce myself to such an infamous alternate? It's proper manners, really." He folded his arms. "Maybe I will be the one to bring back some sense into it…"

"Ugh… Whatever, do what you want. Do you have anything planned? That thing won't just come barging in on its own." She asked.

"Of course, I do." He pointed at the armless freak. "And surprisingly, you are the most important part. Tell me, you remember where you were ambushed, right?"

It nodded. "Yeah, I think I can trace back to my target's house if needed."

"That's where you guys start from…" Six clenched his hands together. "Stalk the house, the failed target should lead you to finding the traitor's human, and then THAT will bring you to the alternate. See what you can gather, find the traitor's place of residence. I'll need to learn how I can lure it in…" His smile grew wide, revealing teeth. "...If I'm lucky, its little pet might tag along as well..."

"Can't you just find them through your televisions?" Preacher asked.

"Ah yes, because scrolling past hundreds of owned TVs sounds so effective. Not to mention, the chances that I won't even know that I found the right house if no one is on the damn screen." He stated.

"And here I thought you were all mighty and powerful… But no the egoist, yet again, needs me to carry out the dirty work..."

"Wait, I'm sorry- I can just hand you out to someone else but hold on, that's right... You were tasked to keep your fucking old tramp SHUT! And do as I say, unless you are to piss off our own creator." He snapped back.

"Oh cease your whining, you arrogant bastard! If you had the guts, you would have dismissed me a long time ago." She pushed him back by his chest a little. "I'll do as you say, I don't care about any of this…"

"That's what I thought…" Six glanced at his workstation and then back at everyone. "...There's work remaining to be done. You may leave, Preacher. Take the impersonator with you, I don't want it getting lost. And lastly, make sure to meet me here once the sun rises high. We'll go through the plan again…"

Six walked towards the end of the turbine hall. Listening to Preacher taking the other one away for the night, their footsteps faded away as they departed the building. The TV intruder laughed to himself, letting out the most maniacal noises. He felt his body shaking. But it wasn't out of fear. No, it was excitement, pure joy in fact. He stood behind the large control panel. One hand raised, his entire arm swished from one side to the other. Turning on all the TV screens with one powerful wave. Eyes widened, his stare ever so eerie. The screen lights reflected on his face and body. In the darkness of the decaying power plant, the faint electronic buzzing was the most comforting noise to Six's ears. He reflected back on the events that night and what he had to look forward to. Tonight's been wonderful, simply wonderful... Six thought to himself. His eyelids squinted, he had lost focus on what was displayed on the televisions. Cool winds breezed through broken windows, giving a refreshed feeling on his face. He released a long, satisfied sigh. Putting his hands behind his back, he kept his posture upright.

"...We will meet soon…"

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Hii! I would like to request some fluff with Deuce trying to confess to an oblivious!reader who was a delinquent in her own world. Maybe Deuce saw how reader beat up someone who tried to bully them for being a magicless human and developed a crush? Sorry if it’s too detailed.

hello hello!! oooo i love this ideaaaa !! DONT APOLOGIZE the more detailed the better!! i hope this will be alright! and thank you for requesting :) feel free to do so again if you'd like! (I also decided to use fem pronouns since that was what was mentioned in your request, but feel free to imagine them differently!)

It has become a norm that treatment may differ towards those that aren't the same as you, or most in their eyes, and this other-worldly place was no exception. Being the only magicless human in all of Twisted Wonderland, there was bound to be some form of teasing in one way or another.

Of course, back in your world you had a reputation for dealing with those types of people in a less than civil way as some described. You had resorted to violence on many occasions whether you were originally planning to do so or not. However, since you were transported into this world, you had decided that for your own sake, it may be best to shake this habit.

Until one day that is.

"How could the headmage even think to let someone like them stay here?"

"I new he was a little off with some of his ideas, but this is just nuts."

"Don't worry, she'll have to find her own place soon enough. There's no way she'll be allowed to stay here when her grades start to drop."

"As expected of someone who can't use magic."

The comments just seemed to keep piling up one after another today didn't they? No matter how much you attempted to brush them all off, you couldn't seem to stop the anger rising within you, and then...

"What can I say, someone of her kind just doesn't belong here-"

You swung. You swung hard and you most definitely didn't hold back. In the middle of the busy hallway, you managed to temporarily slow down traffic due to your outburst. Once you had realized what you had just done, your eyes widened as you hissed out a quick apology before hurrying off to your next class.

What you didn't realize, was that a certain blue-haired freshman had watched this entire scene play out, and he was most definitely in awe.

"Come on dude what are you staring at. We gotta get to alchemy or else Riddle and Crewel will have our heads for being late," Ace had called out to his friend who had temporarily stopped walking, causing Ace to get ahead.

"O-Oh yeah. Right," said Deuce, snapping his head up to look at his fellow dormmate He took a brief moment and adjusted his supplies within his hold before walking to catch up with his friend once more, unable to shake what he had just witnessed from his memory.

It had now been months later after that incident, and you have yet to include yourself in anymore squabbles, opting to keep what little reputation you had in this world on the good side. You had also met a couple other in your year, the duo from Heartslabyul included. The three of you have spent countless nights studying, finishing up group work, or simply hanging out once you all had the free time.

In fact, that was the case right now, excluding Ace who was off doing who knows what at this hour. You and Deuce have been hanging out at Ramshackle once completing any left over tasks for your respective classes without the annoyance of a certain feline, who was also seemingly off elsewhere claiming he had 'better things to do'. How strange...

The dorm lounge was filled with laughter and happy chatter as the two of you talked away the remaining hours you had until curfew. Currently, the topic of school life, before attending Night Raven College, had been brought up. This meant your actions back in your own world have been revealed to the boy, and you seemed to gain some common grounds with this confession.

"I mean, I guess I didn't always treat people the greatest when it came to bullying and such. I used to get into a lot of fights before being transported here actually." You had lightheartedly stated with a laugh, noticing Deuce watching as you spoke.

Deuce, on the other hand, was actually quite surprised. You had the same upbringing? In your previous school years? That... well he wasn't expecting that. This did, however, cause him to remember a certain scene from earlier in the school year. A certain scene that caused him to be intrigued, and interested with you in one way or another.

"So was what happened earlier this year not a one-time thing?" He thought aloud. All in all, whether he'd like to admit it or not, beginning that day was his newfound feelings for the Prefect of Ramshackle herself. Along with their many other interactions later on. However he did not realize this himself, in fact Ace was the one to come upfront and tell him that he had feelings for the Prefect, and thus his eyes were opened.

"Oh, I..." You were unsure how to answer for the moment being. Had he seen you? Had there been even more rumours spread to even your friends? Most likely but... did this change his view on you? You sure hoped not. "I am sorry you had to see that, I actually didn't mean to but it just- I wasn't thinking and-"

"No, no sorry I shouldn't have worded it that way. My bad." Deuce interrupts. "I actually used to do the same thing before and.." he continues, "I thought you looked really cool when you swung at him and... honestly really attractive and nice since you..." He trailed off, eyes widening as it processed with him what he had just admitted.

Your own eyes widened to match his before letting out a lighthearted snicker. "Oh? Well I certainly didn't know you felt that way Deuce." You witnessed Deuce grown while a faded pink dusted his cheeks, him looking back down at the ground. Sensing his shame and awkward emotion at the moment, you gently tapped the top of his head, causing him to return his gaze to yours.

"I bet you looked just as attractive in your days of being a delinquent, Deuce."

Was he hearing you right? Did you think he was attractive as well? Wait did this mean...

"W-what are you saying, Prefect?"

"I like you Deuce. I thought I've made that obvious enough by now."

Now you've done it. As he realized that you were in fact implying just what he suspected, his cheeks only turned darker shades from then on forward.

Shaking your head at Deuce's almost stunned expression, you leaned forward to place a kiss on his cheek right below his drawn-on spade marking.

"However, that does not mean I give you permission to return to your old ways now. I like how you are in every way, in the present"

"Uh huh..."

Yeah. Deuce can definitely live with that.

#twisted wonderland fluff #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #deuce spade #heartslabyul #deuce x reader #deuce twisted wonderland #deuce spade fluff #deuce spade x reader

[drabbles-mc]

For the fic titles!

The Way The Wind Blows South

The Latern Lovers

Hallow Thy Self

omg the way that these are such beautiful titles 🥹

The Way The Wind Blows South the way i read this title and my mind instantly started screaming Mayans & Sons of Anarchy Crossover so that's where i've let my brain marinate. Ft. my oc Veronica Winston 💞

After the club that her family had been willing to sacrifice anything for ended up taking everything from her, Veronica knew that she couldn't stay in Charming anymore. The town was no longer a home to her, just a graveyard for all the people she'd ever cared about. So she packed a bag, hopped onto her bike, and peeled off for the closest highway that would take her as far away as she could manage to get. She made it all the way down to the border before she decided to stop somewhere long enough to do more than just sleep. Something about Santo Padre felt familiar, that small-town feeling that she'd grown up knowing and loving so deeply. It felt like a place she could try and start over. But it wouldn't be long until she realized that she didn't get as far away from her old life as she thought. It was just a new town filled with other people's ghosts.

The Lantern Lovers no matter how hard the world may ever try, they will never take my Harry Hart x John Wick headcanon from me 😌

He was too tired to even feel real panic when he was told that he was now Excommunicado. All he knew was that he needed to leave quickly and figure out if there was still a safe place left for him in the world now. He'd cost himself The Continental, he'd put a target on his back for everyone who was underneath The High Table. It was probably a record of some sort for the quickest someone had stripped themselves of almost all their resources and allies at once. When he started running, he didn't have an end-point in mind. It didn't take him long, however, to think of the one person he swore he'd never ask anything of again. Someone who knew him long before he'd become the man who completed Impossible Tasks. He wondered if Harry would even recognize him anymore, if he'd even let John through the door. He was John's final shot in the dark, so he knew he had to take it. So few things compared to the warm sense of relief that took over him when he arrived and saw the light above the door on in the middle of the night. Lifetimes might have passed between them but, when he needed it most, John knew he still had somewhere, someone to call home.

Hallow Thy Self all i could think of when i read this was Bucky

Bucky had spent so much of his life with no control over it. Someone was always waiting around the corner to take it from him whenever he felt like perhaps he was starting to gain his own footing. So many years spent existing in his body against his own will. When he came-to in Wakanda, it was the first time in a long time that he didn't have anyone telling him what to do. There were no missions. There was no fight. There were no orders to follow. That in and of itself was enough to provide respite for a moment. But there were still things in him that were broken, things he thought were irreparable until the woman sitting in the grass beside him told him otherwise. She said it with such conviction that Bucky found himself believing her. Even though he believed her, though, he knew that to obtain what she was offering him, he was going to have to do it again. He was going to have to give up control. But she was asking. She wasn't taking it. Maybe that counted for something.

Thank you soooooo much for these! This was such a fun little exercise! Who knows, maybe I'll actually sit down and write one of these out one day haha. Even if I don't, though, this was such a nice time for my brain. Thank you! 💖

Send a made-up fic title and I'll write a summary!

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[accountingacademic]

New Year, Fresh Start

Daily Reflection Monday, 1 January, 2024

Things I'm Grateful For:

Having my ever-growing to-do list written down in my planner, so I don't have to forget those things I need to do.

Highlights:

Since I was up past midnight with friends, I made a final "fuck it, I'm staying up all night." After everyone logged off, I had a spurt of productivity and got a bunch of little odds and ends taken care of.

Even if it only really amounts to $1 per day, I enjoy the feeling like I'm setting myself up for success when I transfer some money into my investment account each month. Because January has 31 days, I transferred $31 this time. It's in a TFSA so I won't be taxed on what the money earns, and it's a zero-commission account, so everything that is put into that account will be mine when I withdraw it.

I didn't get everything on my to-do list done for the day, but I still managed to do quite a bit! I don't mind carrying over two tasks, especially when one of them is 90% done.

Challenges:

I couldn't get my money stuff taken care of when I first wanted to because my bank's online portal was down for maintenance. Bit of a nuisance, even though it's not really a huge deal--I don't have to deal with my money at 4:00am, it can wait until a more reasonable hour.

I accidentally ended up napping in the middle of the day. I laid down around 11:00am, and then dozed off and slept until about 2:30pm. So that took a chunk of time away from me that I could have used, but after an all-nighter, three and a half hours won't ruin everything.

Emotions:

I feel like an asshole, and a terrible friend. A friend of mine is going through a rough patch because a woman ran a red light the other day and fucked up his car. He's going through the process of trying to get proof for his insurance that he wasn't at fault, and trying to figure out what's going to happen to his car (he spent all his savings on it less than two months ago, and the odds are pretty much 50/50 that it could be written off). I fully understand that he needs to vent, but I just really don't like listening to that kind of thing. I want to just go and tune him out so it feels like a win-win (he gets to vent, I don't have to actually listen), but that also feels like a terrible thing to do.

The shoes I ordered with my Christmas money are supposed to be here tomorrow, according to FedEx. It's hard to say how accurate that is though, as it's been "we have your package" since the 28th, with the order itself placed on the 25th. If it's not in tomorrow, Wednesday would also work. I just want them in before I go back to school on Thursday.

Lessons Learned:

For all that my friends are usually there for me when I need it (even though I will rarely ask for help), I'm not great at doing the same for them. I think that's part of why I don't ask for help; I don't want to be one of those people who ask for help all the time but never offer anything in return. I want it to be fairly balanced, and unfortunately, holding back on my end is how I can help keep it that way.

Today's To-Do List:

Completed

Readjust the cat feeder to dispense at night.

Reorganize phone apps.

Find new wallpapers for my phone and laptop.

Divide my second student loan disbursement into GICs.

Pay board.

Clean out my D&D binder and prepare for the new campaign.

Renew my FitBit Premium membership.

Add $31 to my investment account.

Give the cats baths.

Put together the grocery list.

Uncompleted

Clean out my school binder and prepare for the new semester.

Finish catching up on laundry.

Tomorrow's To-Do List:

Buy a mirror that hangs off the door for my bedroom.

Buy a notebook to start a commonplace book.

Get groceries.

Nana's housework.

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