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teatroll · 3 months

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18+ × MDNI × NSFW

SPICY TOJI FUSHIGURO HEADCANON(S?)

Includes: giving head. that's it. (sorta?) fem!reader; toji is being toji.

Notes: i'm høřnyyy that's a big boy, so be ready to READ; banners by @/roseschoices and @/magicalboything ♡

× Toji likes to be on the receiving end of things. That about sums it up. Nothing else needs to be said.

(Insert joke: *proceeds to write a manuscript*.)

× He's relentless. He's gruff. He's straightforward.

× And he's so hørny it's preposterous.

× You'd be dressing up to go out/to work/to visit your parents, it don't matter. If he so much as caught a glimpse of you wearing that pair of lingerie, it's settled - you're sucking him off that instant.

× "Don't gimme that look. It's your fault." He'd have the bloody audacity to murmur against the shell of your ear with an impish grin as he gropes your hips from behind, pressing his clothed erection into your ass.

× Toji definitely blames it on you each time just to mock the living daylight out of you. It gets him off even better than a well-done bj.

× Your little reactions are always funny to him. How you'd pout and try to reason with his cock his pent up energy by pointing out that you're already running late, and that you'll have to fix your make up again afterwards, and that it's a damn family dinner and you can't just show up there like a complete mess, and yada yada yada-

× Toji simply rolls his eyes and shuts you up with a kiss, turning that surprised yelp of yours into a muffled whimper as he grinds against your forms again.

× There's too much tongue, spit, teeth, too much of everything all at once; and it's just mere seconds till you push yourself back, gasping for air, your lipstick smudged into that sloppy mess you so desperately tried to avoid.

× To you, it's a hindrance, but still an easy fix. To Toji, it's yet another turn-on. Besides, since your make up routine was already ruined, he might as well demolish it completely and paint your face with his cum.

× There's no reasoning with him. He'll always find a way to get what he wants; and if he wants to fuck your face, then so he shall do, duh.

× His lips stretch into a taunting grin, your lipstick smeared on his mouth and chin. The sight you can't peel your eyes off of.

× "I said don't gimme that look, doll. It's on you, too."

× Needless to say, he gets exactly what he wants after this.

× You, kneeling before him with darkened eyes. Him, lowering his pants to let his cock spring free and graze your lips.

× Definitely grips you under the jaw and taps the leaking tip on your chin.

× "Come on, baby. Open up. Take responsibility." He'd coo at you just to taunt a bit more.

× A guttural groan escapes him when you oblige and envelop your lips around him.

× Without a doubt would grab a fistfull of your hair and buck his hips forward to push himself further into the welcoming heat of your mouth, making you whimper.

× WITHOUT A DOUBT would urge you to d33pthr0at him. Cross my heart, hope to die, but this man just thrives to see you choking on his cock.

× Till your nose is nuzzled into his pubes, am i right, TIKTOK COMMENT SECTION, HMM??

× Your nails dig into his thighs as he fucks your teary eyed face. He grunts in delight, seeing how the lipstick gets smeared along his length, how you drool on him and hollow your cheeks so obediently.

× Your jaw literally goes numb. There's a lot to swallow.

× Speaking of which, you WILL swallow. He thrives to watch you do it, can't get enough of it.

× Although, he won't warn you when he's close. Not with words, at least.

× At some point he'll just hiss through gritted teeth and pull out just enough to let his cock balance on your tongue, and then he's shooting streaks of his seed both on your face and inside your mouth.

× It's thick and salty in just the perfect way.

× Definitely growls. Maybe groans. You're too dizzy to tell after he fucked your face stupid.

× Would firmly grab you under the chin afterwards. It's more gentle this time, though.

× Grazes his thumb over your lips, smudging your saliva and his cum together.

× Ain't no way he would miss the opportunity to flash you another signature grin of his. He's just so proud of himself at this moment; he can NOT not mock you again.

× "Look at you now... such a mess. My bad."

× A HANDSOME, CHARISMATIC PEST. Fair AND square.

× You'll forgive him later, though. Because he knows how to deliver.

"Cancel your plans for tonight, doll. I can't let you walk outta here knowing those pretty panties are soaked wet for me."

× EXTRA (my fave crack headcanon, sorry not sorry) ×

× I know you all want it to be true that he loves to eat you out first thing in the morning, but...

× HEAR ME OUT, DON'T GO-

× This probably took place somewhere early in your relationship-situationship. Like, a few months half a year in.

× You both were chilling out on the couch, just chatting about everything and nothing at the same time when that exact topic came up and you felt the urge to point out that you don't remember him ever showing you such courtesy. Like, EVER.

× He snorts and waves his hand dismissively, so you pout and try to reason with him like always; bringing up all sorts of pros to convince him.

× And he kinda listens..? But without paying much of attention. So you frown some more, because your boyfriend is a dick.

× "Toji, seriously, how about next time you give me head for a change, hm?"

× Pause. He stares at you with a deadpan expression for a few silent moments before he blurts out with the same straight face:

× "For a change i'll do anything to you, doll."

× Eh??

× You blink, puzzled out of your mind.

× That face you make cracks him up and he snorts in amusement before cackling out loud.

× Such reaction cracks you as well and you proceed to laugh alongside him.

× Because you think it's a joke. Like, it has to be, he made it clear, IT'S A JOKE-

× It's not. He's a broke ass bitch, he doesn't play around when it comes to money.

× How did you find out? Oh, well...

× His two digits were inside you, preparing you for him as you squirm and beg and you were just so, so close-

× He stops and slips his fingers out of you as you whine in protest, but he only looks at you, all deadpan and serious and says:

× "If ya want more of that treatment, ya better be ready to pay up. My services ain't cheap, baby."

× EH?!

× You'd think in this case he'd take money every time he fucks you, but no. He gets the pleasure, you get the expenses.

× You begrudgingly brush it off and the heated sexy time turns into an angry heated sexy time instead. (The littlest of changes, tbh.)

× Next time he decides to rip off your clothes and just go at it, you shove him those green bills before he even gets a chance to process your demand.

× Because if he had the audacity to proclaim he's THAT good, he better deliver, right?? So you pay up, fair and square, yet still thinking it's another mocking scam of his.

× ...

× It's- it's not. It's so not.

× Toji's tongue does wonders. That's it. Mic drop.

× You'll be broke by the end of the month if you won't come up with a way to convince him to lower the price.

× And him? He'd kinda do it for free at this point, tbh; he likes to taste you, but he won't come clean just yet. (No pun intended.)

× He'll tease the shit out of you. Before, in the process, and after the deed was done.

× But once you manage to find a compromise...

× Let's just say, 69 is your new favorite position to be in.

× SUKUNA RYOMEN × NANAMI KENTO ×

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girlwiththeobsessions · 3 months

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love sick, c. f.

previous part

you and conrad had a secret relationship two summers ago, when you were 15 and he was 16. you broke up with him because your younger sister, belly had liked him, and you were afraid of hurting her. now, flash forward, you were 17, and you thought you had gotten over him, but maybe you haven’t

vi. belly's birthday

TODAY WAS BELLY'S 16TH BIRTHDAY.

i had the day off from work, since it was her birthday.

laurel had breakfast on the table ready for belly, and susannah had gotten her baby blue and white balloons.

all of us were downstairs, waiting for belly, and finally, she came downstairs.

"morning, everyone!" belly said with enthusiasm.

"there's the birthday girl!" susannah hugged her. "looking like a vision in floral. happy birthday!

jeremiah leaned down to hug belly. "happy sweet sixteenth bells."

"belly's getting old finally!" steven teased. "happy birthday.

"happy birthday sweetheart." laurel hugged her with a warm smile.

belly laughed. "thanks everyone."

i hugged belly. "happy birthday, belly. mom made your pancakes."

"actually, uh- i'm not really hungry." belly told me and laurel.

"oh." laurel said, but i knew she was disappointed.

"shall we open gifts?" susannah shrugged.

"you're gonna love mine." jeremiah confidently told her.

one thing i did notice though, was conrad hadn't said happy birthday.

we went into the living room, to open gifts, belly had opened her gift from laurel, and it was a book.

"it's the latest edition." laurel spoke up. "i got it from a rare book dealer."

"thanks mom." belly said with no enthusiasm.

laurel rolled her eyes with a smile. "turn to the book marked page."

belly obliged. "oh, yeah i remember susannah telling us to recite this." belly laughed, all of us reciting the sentence.

"open mine now, belly." susannah handed her a gift.

belly opened the gift, and it was a pearl necklace. "oh wow, they're gorgeous, thank you, susannah."

susannah went over to belly, to put the necklace on her. "my mom gave me these pearls for my sweet sixteen."

"they look great on you, belly." i smiled at her.

"oh! i'm next." jeremiah gave a gift to belly.

"it's a good luck charm. to help you pass your drivers test." belly put the charm on her wrist.

"perfect. thank you."

steven threw a shirt at belly. "think fast!"

"wow steven! i can't believe you actually spent money on me." she sarcastically smiled.

it was a princeton shirt. "relax, i just didn't want you stealing mine when i get in next year."

"i didn't know you were still considering princeton." laurel said.

"you know, i think i'm gonna apply for some scholarships, and dad thinks i can get some financial aid." steven told her.

i went over to belly, handing her my gift, with a smile. "open it."

belly tore off the wrapping, opening the gift to see keys.

"what are these?" she asked with a smile.

"car keys. with the help of susannah, once you pass your drivers test, there's a car waiting for you, it's at home." i explained.

belly's jaw dropped. "y/n! thank you so much!" she went to hug me.

i laughed and hugged her back. "you're welcome."

"conrad, do you wanna give belly her gift?" susannah asked.

conrad stayed silent for minute before responding. "sorry, i forgot."

my heart shattered when i looked to belly, seeing her smile drop, her looking so sad. how could he forget?

"uh- that's cool." belly played it off. "i wasn't really expecting anything anyway."

"listen.. i gotta go." conrad broke the tension. "i promised cleveland i show him some knots today, so.. happy birthday belly."

"hey." jeremiah called to belly. "why don't we take my car and practice driving before we have to pick up taylor from the bus stop.

"okay." belly agreed. "y/n, wanna come?" belly asked me.

"no, you two go ahead, i have.. something to do."

i got up, going the same direction conrad went.

i had caught up to conrad, grabbing his shoulder, causing him to spin around, facing me.

"really? you forgot?" i asked with anger in my voice.

i was going to take a more.. calm approach, but i was just so angry, my emotions got the better of me.

"well-" he began to speak, but i already know whatever he was going to say was going to be stupid, so i just cut him off.

"listen, i don't know what the hell's going on with you, but you've been acting like an asshole." i insulted.

he rolled his eyes at me. "grow up." this wasn't the same conrad i had seen last summer, i looked into his eyes, he had no remorse for what he said. "i forgot a gift one year."

"it's not just that!" i was starting to lose my patience with him, using my hands to emphasize my point while i spoke. "you've been- just been a dick since we've gotten here! you weren't always like this."

"oh, so now suddenly you care? didn't seem like you did two summers ago." conrad stared coldly into my eyes.

are you serious? he wanted to do this?

"seriously?" i blinked a few times before speaking again, and i scoffed. "you wanna go there?"

conrad sighed, he could probably sense as well that this was starting to escalate. "just forget it."

"fine." i simply said, before walking away, leaving him there.

how could he say that i don't care about him? when that's all i've done for him.

TWO SUMMERS AGO

me and conrad were at the beach, there were so many stars in the sky, and it was pitch black outside.

we both couldn't sleep, so we had decided to go the beach.

"can't sleep?" he asked, seeing me downstairs.

i turned around to see it was him, a smile appearing on my face. "nah."

he motioned his head at the door, basically silently asking me if i wanted to leave. i nodded my head, putting on my shoes.

we were at the shallow part of the water, the water going up to my knees.

i looked at the sky, he glanced at me. "what do you see up there?"

"a star shaped like a bunny." i joked. "you see it?"

"yeah." he said, and i started to laugh.

"you liar." i splashed him with water.

his body turned to me and he splashed me back.

we kept on splashing each other, and i kept laughing.

he had grabbed my wrist to get me to stop splashing him, pulling me close to him.

i stopped splashing him, looking into his blue eyes, and he looked into my eyes.

he took the hand off my wrist and cupped my cheek, i looked down at his lips, getting more and more nervous by each second.

he started to lean in, and then he kissed me. i kissed him back. i couldn't help it.

i knew if belly found out, she'd probably hate me, she liked conrad since she was little, but i just couldn't help myself.

END OF FLASHBACK

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frozenfries · 2 years

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|ω・`)ﾉ Greetings

I shall now submit my request and so here it is

Since s/o is a chirpy, friendly and warm person. What if all of the sudden, they feel blue and under the weather. Literally just shut down all together, then spend most days in now messy room. They didn't come out to eat or training, barely get some rest, the room is locked shut. Just have no motivation nor the energy to do anything. So when one of the agents tried to check on them, they were hiding under the table, just crying.

As for character hmmmmmmmm cypher, chamber and omen pls.

My apologies if this is alot and sort of heavy. Because it's something that i really relate to

But anyways, thank you so much for letting me submit the request

|･`) Goodbye ~

Salutations (•◡•) / This is a heart wrenching request and I’ve been looking forward to writing this one for awhile now. You have nothing to apologize for, and I’m more than honoured to undertake an idea that speaks to you. I hope you like it! Sending this along with a hug~

Feel Again (Cypher, Chamber and Omen)

Prompt: Cypher, Chamber and Omen support you during a bout of bad days.

Word Count: 1,969

Cypher:

• Cypher’s well acquainted with misery. Sometimes he wonders if people would like what they saw underneath his mask - the years of pain and silent suffering etched deep in his features.

• It goes against what he’s known for, but he does try his very best not to invade your privacy. Yet the itch to check the emergency spy camera he installed in your room grows each day he doesn’t hear or see you.

• He knows how much you enjoy his cooking, so every day he leaves some food outside your room: bread with homemade jam and tea for breakfast, herbed couscous for lunch and chicken tagine for dinner.

• When he would bring you the next meal, he’d feel a tiny puncture in his soul when he saw that the previous plate remained untouched.

• He’d knock gently at your door and lean his head against it as he spoke to you about his day and reminded you that he was thinking of you.

• “Please... just give me a hint that you are listening.”

• He sleeps outside your door every night you lock yourself away, just to be close to you.

• A man only has so much patience, and his concerns for your health and well-being were becoming increasingly hard to push aside.

• Activating the spycam in a moment of weakness, his heart goes out to you when he finally lays eyes on you.

You didn’t know when you’d fallen asleep again, what hour it was or even the day of the week. But for the first time in what felt like forever, the growl of your stomach woke you up. A clink akin to marbles rolling about sounded and you rubbed your eyes blearily. Realizing you weren’t alone, you jolted upwards with a start, yelping as you banged your head sharply on the underside of the table.

A wince, followed by a familiar voice. “Ooh be careful now. I can’t have you losing your memory of me when we’ve just been reunited.” Glowing blue goggles peered down at you.

Cypher?

“What are you doing here? Are you alone? Please don’t tell the others, I don’t want them to know,” you mumbled, panic rising in your chest as you pushed yourself more carefully into a seated position. How he even got in here was beyond you - and you didn’t bother asking that one, because you knew what his response would be: I have my ways.

He chuckled. “Only I could see you hide. Don't worry.” He gestured to his chess board, where he sat cross-legged on the floor across from you playing against his most formidable opponent: himself. He plucked a bowl from a tray beside him along with a spoon, and slid it toward you.

“Harira,” he said by way of explanation. “A classic comfort soup from home, made with tomatoes, lentils, chickpeas, fresh herbs, dried spices, and meat.” You stirred it slowly, steam still billowing out the top. You couldn’t remember the last time you had food. “Eat,” he coaxed gently. “You must certainly be hungry.” You obliged, surprising yourself with how fast you finished. Nodding in satisfaction, the information broker replaced the now empty bowl with a plate of chicken kebabs and rice.

Abandoning his chess game, he scooted closer to you as you ate, handing you a cup of rather expensive Moroccan mint tea to close out your meal. It irked him to see the other agents fighting over something that wasn’t even theirs to begin with, but as soon as he’d mentioned bringing some for you, they immediately backed off.

“See what you’ve been missing?” He asked as you leaned into him and took a sip, his heart feeling lighter than it had in days. “If you are going to stay in here, at least let me stay with you.” He spoke with what you swore was an underlying desperation to his words, a quiet longing to be with you, though he tried not to show it. You nodded, relenting and causing him to smile under his mask.

“No one should have to spend their bad days alone.”

Chamber:

• The agent considered to be among the most disingenuous knows what it’s like to experience melancholy.

• Your unconditional kindness toward him went a long way in the Protocol. It was something he didn’t come across often and something he experienced even less.

• In your time spent together, you often hung out in each other’s rooms when you both wanted some peace and quiet to get your minds off work.

• Reading, listening to music, drawing, doing crossword puzzles to name a few: whatever it was, you both enjoyed being in the same space, even if you were doing different things.

• Because of this, one of his Rendezvous anchors had a permanent place in your room. He’d pop in whenever he had a random thought, to walk you to breakfast in the mornings or simply to wish you a good night before you tucked in - though not without asking first. He is a gentleman, after all.

• As someone who enjoys conversation, he likes hearing your perspective on things, but it’s also with you where he learns the value of comfortable silence.

• Although this silence from you as of late is different. It makes him uneasy, especially when none of the other agents have heard from you.

• Chamber’s a man who knows that good things come to those who wait. But after a few days with no response, his tolerance is thinner than a piece of thread. What if something happened to you?

• He tries to convince himself that chivalry is (temporarily) dead and teleports into your room to check on you.

The sound of shuffling feet roused you from your dreamless slumber. At ground level, you saw a familiar pair of sleek black and white shoes turning this way and that, moving freely about your space as if they knew it by heart. Blinking, you poked your head out from under the table.

“Chamber? What are you-“ You paused as you took in the state of your room, eyes widening. It was completely spotless: all previous clutter was removed, items put away in cubby spaces, clean clothes folded neatly in your drawer space, your bed freshly made. There were no lights on except for a brilliant string of twinkle bulbs strung around the perimeter of your room.

The man stood in the middle of the place, cleaning the last of it with a mop. His eyes lit up as he took you in. “You’re awake. And you have wonderful timing!” He exclaimed. “Forgive me for the unsolicited cleaning, I suppose old martial habits have not yet left me.” Chuckling, he dusted off his hands before making his way over, surprising you by settling down next to you on the floor. He lay flat on his back, an arm propped up under his head as a makeshift support.

“At least let me get you a pillow-” You started to get up, but he immediately held out his arm to stop you.

“You think I cannot handle the ground?” He raised a brow, sounding amused, but you’d seen him regularly bring a seat cushion for himself when travelling on the VTOL for missions.

“Your clothes will get dirty,” you tried appealing to his vanity.

“I just cleaned. Besides, I can have another set in my armoire by tomorrow morning.” He waved away your concerns as your eye twitched.

Damn rich people.

You backed down, confused. Why was he here?

“I would ask what has you feeling down but that is so personal, non? There is also the chance that you may not have an answer to that question.” You averted your gaze as the marksman watched you carefully, having hit the nail right on the head.

“I have been where you are,” he admitted. Shifting onto his side, he reached out and interlaced his fingers with yours. You played with them as he continued. “When I served in the military, there were days when I would not feel like myself and not know why. That being said,” he squeezed your hand gently, “I never want you to experience that alone.”

He winked, his next sentence making you smile a little.

“I’m afraid you’re stuck with me until you feel better.”

Omen:

• No one understands the blues quite like Omen.

• Joining the Protocol and having support from Sabine were the only things that kept him going at one point after his human life was ripped from him.

• That is, until you came along. For the first time since his accident, you made him feel like he was actually living, as opposed to merely existing.

• With your contagious smile and happy-go-lucky attitude every time you two interacted, waking up and making something of his life didn’t seem like an obligation. Rather, it became something he willingly wanted to do.

• Omen’s usually very aware about giving you your personal space and respecting your boundaries, because he appreciates when others do the same for him.

• However, this comes with certain exceptions.

• When you’re unresponsive to visits to your room, he slips little notes under the locked door to let you know he’s there for you.

• Though when he finds out that you haven’t eaten or drank anything for days, it kills him a little to do so but he teleports into your room because it’s absolutely imperative that he knows you’re safe.

• If you give him flack for overstepping, he’ll apologize but he won’t regret his actions because they meant knowing you’re okay.

Click. Click. Click.

You groaned, rolling over with great effort at the source of the light noise. You’d cried yourself to sleep at some point and your eyes felt like two pieces of sandpaper.

For the first time in a while, your body didn’t feel cold all over like it usually did when you slept. That’s when you noticed a sizeable, purple-grey wool blanket draped over your form. It was so cozy that you instinctively snuggled deeper into it, before you heard a gravelly hum.

“You like it.”

“Omen…” Allowing your eyes to slowly travel upward, you were met with the outline of the wraith sitting adjacent to you on the floor, leaning back against a leg of the table. His legs were stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankle.

He paused, examining you for a moment, before his hands continued deftly knitting stitch after stitch. “You’re sad,” he remarked, though not unkindly.

You opened your mouth to reply and that’s when you noticed a slew of little knitted goodies surrounding you, seemingly having accumulated as you slept. Killjoy’s frog. Raze’s Boom Bot. A bowl of Yoru’s Zarusoba noodles. Viper’s snake. Skye’s Tasmanian tiger… Currently, he was working on a miniature version of Fade’s nightmare orb.

“They miss you,” the shadow spoke in reference to the other agents and seemed to read your mind as he saw you staring at them in disbelief. “As do I,” he mumbled a little quieter.

You sighed deeply, zoning out for a moment as his rhythm had you transfixed. There was something so relaxing about watching him knit. Keeping the blanket around you, you carefully rested your head in his lap. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He reached out a hand, his long fingers gently grazing your hair in soothing motions before coming up to cup your cheek. His touch was cool and airy, making you feel light in the moment. You closed your eyes, the feelings of loneliness tapering off, sentiments of safety taking its place.

“I’m here… for as long as it takes.”

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tparker48 · 29 days

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Request for anonymous

The time has come at last, the eventful day Sitti looked forward to. A wedding was being hosted at a church off the side of downtown. The love of his life was waiting for him, his own heart yearning to unite with them to celebrate the occasion. He rushed from the dressing room and into his bedroom, fetching his bow tie from the drawer. He gathered the rest of his suit from the closet, and stacked them upon the mattress.

“Okay, Suite? Check! Cologne? Check! Hair?..” he brushed a comb through the tufts of his hair. “Stylish! Everything should be prepared for the evening.”

He stumbled around the room, wrestling his dress sock over the hairs of his leg as he crashed onto the mattress. If he judged his time correctly, he should be able to get to the wedding before the guests fill the lobby. He wrestled his tuxedo upon his shoulders, tucking it into his pants before he fastened with the belt. His phone began to ring as it buzzed inside his pocket. His heart fluttered at the name on the screen, Pumo was calling

"Hey, love bug." He hummed into the phone.

"Hey hubby, did you find the suite?”

“Yup, just where you said it would.” he replied, straightening his buttons. “How are the decorators holding up?."

“They just finished them now, and the guests are arriving as we speak.”

“Good, good. I should be there within the hour.” Sitti peeked at his phone, flipping through his messages for the other task members. “If only that escort were here already. Melting into and reforming is a very strict process.”

“Are you still on that idea? I thought you scrapped that idea.”

“Hun, you’re the one who said you wanted it special. One of the escorts mentioned this melting ceremony, so I thought I’d test.” He grabbed a green vile from the counter, watching its fluid dance around the translucent flask.” when I’m done the great sploogini shall make his grand entrance and swoon his lovely husband Pumo with a kiss.”

A soft scoff came from the speaker. “Sploogini, seriously?”

“What? It’s a good name. Every great magician has one. Get ready for a splashy entrance, because it’s be mess..mess..Messtastic!”

Pumo laughed softly, taking a deep breath. “Honestly you and your puns are the one thing that’ll be the end of me. Just be sure to wipe the cream from your face, I don’t want them hiding that adorable face of yours.”

”You got it hun, see you soon.” Sitti replied, hanging up the phone. “ as soon as this damn escort arrives.”

He spent the next few minutes preparing himself for the upcoming ceremony. He passed his phone as he peeked at the screen, Still no message. The wedding was starting in 30 minutes, If he shows up late Pumo would never let him hear the end of it. He paced around the room, seeing a ray of sunlight on the floor as it raised toward the wall. Screw it, he thought, he’ll give them a call to give them a piece of his mind. He flipped the screen toward his contact, placing a thumb at his number.

A knock came from the front door, Sitti looking through its crescent shaped frame. A man in a blue suit glared in the window, wearing a tiki mask as its sunken eyes followed Sitti to the door’s handle. The knob squeaked as it jerked horizontally, yanked away as Sitti fiery gazed laid eyes upon the man.

"Finally you're here! What the hell is wrong with you? I told you to be on time!”

"Apologies sir,” They said. Their voice was smooth as honey, and yet filled with static as they spoke.. "I assure you I hold your ceremony to the utmost regard."

"I'll believe it when I see. Stand next to the sofa.” He pointed near the wall, the masked man obliging as he strolled next to the leathery arm.

As they settled, Sitti pulled at the translucent vile in hand, untwisting the cork from the opening as he whiffed at the air above it. Its aroma was as alluring as a green apple, and yet, sour like medicine. He flared his nose before placing a thumb at its open end, directing himself to the masked man.

“Did you bring the vile like I told you?” he asked them. They armed lowered into their dress pocket, lifting a small vile from the pound and into their fingers. Blue fluid resided inside it, drenching the flask as if it were a wave. “Good. you can proceed with the next step then.”

The masked man nodded. They raised their fingers toward their dress pants, unfastening the belt before the smooth fabric flowed toward their ankles. They slithered their fingers into the checkered boxer, lowering them as well as cologne wafted through its gust. Sitti approached, gazed upon the beer can shaped cock that extended from a bush of pubic. A marking appeared along their inner thigh, a curving from the darker skin like a crescent moon.

Something about that marking, he’s seen it from someone, but who?. His eyes funneled toward the dark spot, its skin rippling along their waist like boat on water.

The masked man asked. “Is everything good?”

“Hmm? Oh, yes.” He replied. “Right then, let’s get a move on.”

The masked man nodded. They twisted the cork from their vile, raising it to the air as they proceeded to drink the fluid. At the same time, he drank his as the green fluid spilled into his mouth. Its taste attacked his tongue, a soured flavor stinging his taste buds as if it were a jelly. His mouth quivered as he guzzled it down his throat, even his stomach feeling attacked as it twisted inside him. When the last drop left the vile, he gasped in air.

“More sour than it looks.” he muttered, his body starting to tingle.

His body warmed, Tightness wrapping around his body. It was like he was in a compactor as his body started to pulse. In a flash, the living stretched to the sky, growing in as the floor rushed toward him. His height lowered to the wooden floor, and dust particles flowed through his vision. He watched as it’s strand twirled in the air, wisped away by a soft breeze as it latched onto the leathery hide of the sofa. Of all the times he sweeped this floor, filth always remained it seemed.

Kneecaps creaked along the wooden floor, the man looming overhead as their mask blocked the ceiling light like an eclipse. He was no bigger than a barbie doll, dwarfed by the heel of their dress shoes as it climbed to the rest of the mountainous mass. Strolling beneath the masked man, his knuckles anchoring along the floor.

Lukewarm fluid spilled from the side of his face, the cold air thickening its substance as it stuck to him like goo. "Hey! Leak later! I'm not paying you just to jack off!"

The masked man said nothing, but instead lowered himself further as the cock laid on the floor. His thick digits pinched at the puffed shroom of its length, pre drooling as made puddle at Sitti’s feet. He winced as they soaked the sides of the dress socks. Of all the escorts they could have sent, they gave him one that leaks like a faucet. The quicker he gets in that shaft, the easier it’ll be to keep his clothes from being tainted.

He clasped the soggy lips, stretching it wider as strings of seed parted its lips. “Remember, the second you enter the altar, you are to deposit me there. Not at the ramp, not at the doorway, but there.”

"Of course."

“Good.”

He stumbled along the edge of the shroomed head. Getting to his knees he eased arms into the chamber, plunging them into the man’s urethral tube as its clammy muscle slipped over them like a glove. He brought his face closer, and winced at its pungent scent. It wreaked of old piss its tube belching as bubbles of salty seed flowed between him arms. It’s like he hadn’t touch a bar soap in weeks, and here he was, climbing inside to the belly of his stench. Just his luck.

Inhaling the air behind him, plunged his face inside.

He stumbled into the crawl way of the urethra, the ample flesh inside drooping as they gyrated against each other. He kicked his knees to ease his waist through the slit,the ceiling soaking his back as he waddled down its path. The muscles boomed beneath as veins filled with blood, sending waves through the urethral tube as they pushed as he climbed higher.

Gravity shifted as it climbed to his head. He began to slide, rushing through folds of the as if he were a battering ram. “Who.. told him to move!” he tried to speak, globs of white substance spilling into his mouth.

Pulse after pulse he was dragged through the tube, approaching the shriveled guarding the rest of the man’s insides. It yawned open and bathed Sitti in a wad of cum, marinating his body before a flex tucked him into their prostate.

"We're at the halfway mark.." He wrestled the walls of the tight bean, compressed and shoved into the holes as seed poured out like a hose. He pushed at a sphincter in front of him, widening its folds to himself through. Yellow liquid warmed his hands, and he backed off as the sphincter slammed shut. “Nope! One fluid enough to deal with.”

He patted the doughy wall for the other holes, meeting the prostate baggy flesh as he twisted and turned for better access. Pressing at corner, the flesh caved as seed spilled his hand, a suction suckling his fingertips. "There it is."

He took to the valve with both hands, seed oozing from its chamber like a filled donut as he wormed himself into the tight tube. It closed over his feet, Peristalsis guiding him through the thin tube as twisted over a hill of flesh before he squished over a hill. Gravity forced him over the edge, inertia building as slid down a long slope. He squished into a sphincter that drooled with pre. It oozed its salty substance over him, before thrusting him inside as he was deposited into a baggy sack.

“Ghrgh..so this is what it’s like being a sardine...” he tried to swipe at his face. His arms barely move as they were blocked by the sack’s soft folds, the testicle beneath the layer spooning at his back.

He tapped at the chamber, and motion responded as muffled steps reverberated from the walls. The acoustics of the space wasn't ideal, but it's what he wanted to make Pumo’s dream wedding come true. And if it meant being stuck like this, then so be it.

"Alright, You can get the melting process. And don’t hold back, I want to make my wedding entrance look like pompeii." He crossed his arms, eying the small bubbles in the pool as he awaited for their warmth to overwhelm him.

Silence was all he received, the gurgling chamber answering his calls. He opened an eye to the valve above “hey! What’s the hold up out there? I should be melting by now!"

Laughter filled the chamber, the testicle squishing at his back. "I'm sorry sir, But I’m afraid you won;t be melting anytime soon."

“Not melting? What are blabbering about?"

Vibrations rumble from beneath his submerged foot, wiggling from between the soft testicular wall as it climbed up his leg. A plastic container, shimmying the walls as it wobbled into a meat pocket.

“A video call?" Sitti swiped at the screen, holding hand hand above it to keep it dry as he swiped the phone. The loading screen spiraled, before the masked man peered into frame.

"What is the meaning of this! You drank the serum, I should be melted!"

"That’d be true, If I did drink the serum.” they lowered the camera toward their pocket, crinkling coming from the phone as their fist rose outward. Packets resting in his palm, their crumpled plastic stretching to the fingertips. “You’d be surprised what you can do with kool aid nowadays. ”

"Juice?! You drank Juice?!” he took toward the valve, his fingers slipping from its shriveled state. “Let me out of here! The love of my life is waiting for me!"

"Oh you never knew love if it bit you in the ass. I should know.." A hand reached for their mask, unlatching the wooden figurine as it lifted like a curtain. Sitti focused on the screen, his eyes widening as a familiar face filled the frame. "We were always together before you came along, Sissy."

Sitti's heart sank from his chest, his mind racing as he looked upon his chiseled face. "Quibble?!"

"In the flesh."

The camera lowered as it pointed toward his fuzzy crotch. The crescent mark peeked from side of the frame, taunting him through the thin pubic hairs. That’s where he remembered that marking, it was Quibble’s birthmark.

A palm swirled along the left testicle, the sac wobbling as its tip flicked at the round spheres in the frame. It tilted as fingers prodded at the lump in its side, the wall behind him caving as he smothered against the coated wall. "You really know how to make a guy feel full. Almost feels like I got blue balls down there."

"We left you in seattle. How are you even here? Why are you here?!"

"Please, you sent fliers all over Facemeet. Surely it doesn't take rocket science to know you fucked up on that, Ay sissy."

"It's Sitti, jerk wad."

Fingers scooped beneath the orbs upon the screen. They flipped like giant patties, stacking upon each other as Sitti groaned beneath their weight. "Is that right? Man I can never tell the difference. but Sissy really fits you so much better. How Pumo Fell in love with a name like that is beyond me."

"Beat's sound like a pet dish."

"Hmph, Cute. As for your why, that's going to be a real trip.” He strolled the living room, tossing his nutsack between his legs. You see, you took my Pumie from me, and that's one thing I won't forget. Not only did you two high tail it, you decided to forget about me, as if I never existed.Well, I think it's time that you never existed."

The walls of the sac concaved as fingers pushed at Sitti's head, squeezing him toward the puddle as he was submerged. He wrestled with the lump to get from beneath its pressure, inhaling a mouth full of semen as salted gunk filled his throat and stomach. He squirmed harder, kicking at the walls that slipped from beneath him.

Quibble’s chuckles rumbled the sac, the pressure at his head relieving as he gasped at the tainted air. "Don’t think I’m gonna let you kick the bucket just yet. I’m just getting started. I'm gonna make you regret laying eyes on my Pumie"

He coughed the pool of seed from his stomach, wincing at the fire in his throat. "If that's all you came for you can just melt me you bastard!"

"Oh but that would be too easy, I want to ensure your suffering is much, much more intimate." He fondled the orb. "It's such a beautiful day. Two lovely mates getting wed. I wonder what may happen when someone takes the groom's place. Like mmm..me."

"If you go anywhere near Pumo i'll-"

He was sandwiched between two folds, gritting his teeth as they gyrated over his body. "It’s so adorable when you put up that macho act. Too bad it won’t be seen outside my hefty nuts. Let’s go for a ride.”

The walls decompressed as the fingers moved away, suspending him in the air as the testicle above stamped at his body. Sitti squirmed beneath its jostling form, pinned beneath its weight as jostled from leg to leg. The sound of a door muffled open outside the tender flesh, the roars of an engine following as the muscle beneath him compressed against a harder surface. He was getting in a car, the sound of gear clunking together as the chamber shook in place. Sitti bearcrawled toward the entrance that quivered above, pinching the folds as they slipped from his grasp. But the testicles' weight shifted as the car pulled away, its egg-shaped mass squashing into his wrist as Quibble began to drive.

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It felt like hours had passed since he was inserted inside the balls of the psychotic ex, the purrs from the car’s engine his only sign of the outside world beyond the shriveled sac. He pinched at the folds beyond the ridge pinning at his wrist, his arms squashed beneath testicles’ lumpy flesh. He twisted himself as meaty flesh smothered his face and pushed at the hardened organ beyond the testicular wall, hoping to free his body from its protrusion. But it was to no avail, the walls compressing in efforts to subdue him.

Squeaking wheels muffled from the outside, keys jangling as the chamber started to move. The sack swayed as Quibble began to walk, sloshing its fluid through the chamber as it splashed consistently across Sitti’s body. It was like being in a mixer as the balls swayed, wave after wave controlled by a single flex as he was marinated from head to toe.

Vibrations rumbled from beneath his leg, the small phone resurfacing as he swiped again at the call sign. "How's my little ball holder doing?" Quibble announced, standing at the doors of the church.

"Do you think this is funny?! You have no right interrupting Pumo’s big day."

"No sissy, I think you don't have the right. We Were doing just fine before you stuck your nose into his life. The memories he could have had, what we could have had. It's all because of you hanging around." He pinched at a flower, pinching a petal before he snuffed it with his fingers. "But now with you out of the way, It's just going to me and him now."

The camera panned forward, wiggling fingers reaching from the door as the sound of a piano rushed from its opening. Quibble sung to the tune that played from the instrumentalist, plucking a rose from its water pot as he waltzed through the hallway.

He passed the Chapel to the backdoors, approaching one with a bouquet of roses as Pumo's picture mounted a frame. "Let's say we give your..heh, my, husband a little check up shall we?"

"Quibble don't you-" the screen was shot as darkness filled it, his attention returned to the dark pit of the sack, and began to punch at. "Damnit!"

Muffled knocks came from the surface, its sound rivaling thunder as it rippled the semen. The door opened, and a soft voice followed. "Quibble?!"

Sitti halted, listening to the conversation. "Baby, It's so good to see you. And in your best suit too."

That sniveling bastard. Sitti thrashed against the chamber, clutching at the wall that melted between his palms. The chamber jerked swayed as Quibble walked, the door muffling shut.

"If Sitti Sees you here, he'll have your ass."

"I'm not worried about him. What I'm worried about is you."

The testicular wall compressed, squeezing Sitti’s body like a snake’s stomach as veins bulged from the walls. It gyrated against his cheek,muscles squeaking as the chamber stiffened harder. The gull of this man, Sitti thought, he’s getting hard from making a move on Pumo.

"You need to go,”Pumo said, his voice now louder. “ the wedding is in schedule and-!"

"And what? far as I'm concerned Sitti can kick rocks." The walls squeezed closer. "Come on, I know someone else who’s been dying to see you on your special day. And it's right here waiting for you to unwrap it."

Like hell he was. Sitti turned to the fold bulging the side of his face, placing it between his molars as he bit down. It was as hard as an overcooked steak, barely flinching as seed oozed onto his tongue. A moan erupted from Quibble, the chamber swaying backwards.

"S..see?" He stammered. "Even my body knows it was destined for us to be wedded."

Sitti's eye twitched at the statement, pushing more force into his bite to cause discomfort. A fold caved from above, smearing into his face as it scraped him from the fold. I borrowed him to the bottom of the sack, submerging him in seed as a lump caved from the wall.

"Listen, what you and I had is gone. I love Sitti now. So you have to go, the wedding's commenced and he'll be here any time soon."

Sitti fought against the increasing walls weight, seed filling his ears as the body surrounding him roared with its gurgles and churns. This was getting ridiculous, he thought, his lungs setting fire as he searched the doughy ceiling for an air pocket. He squirmed harder, and managed to find a crease as he squeezed through its narrow angle, his head popping into a tiny space as he took in the tainted air.

"I hate to ruin your wedding Pumo, but..I don't think Sitti’s coming."

Sitti paused his movement. “What did he just say?”

"W..what are you talking?"

"It's nothing really my business, but I thought It would be best to tell you. There was an accident with the escort. They followed the instructions but, the serum backfired."

"He's lying!" Sitti pounded against the testicular walls. His blows absorbed into its soft flesh, its surface to stiff and too thick to reach his love on the other side.

"You lie, that can't be true. He was just-"

"But it is, dearest. I know it's not the best news. Especially on your wedding day. But.." he paused, the phone in the chamber to ring. The pressure relieved as Sitti fetched it, the screen flickered as seed seeped into its ports."

Upon the screen, Pumo’s distraught face stared back. “Pumo? Pumo?! You have to get me out here he-!" the sound of the device quickly silenced, an icon posted on the side. Muted.

“It’s too gruesome to hear, but this was his last moments before he melted.” Quibble boomed around him. “All that remains of him now is this.”

A shift came from one of the legs, a plastic object held between his fingers as its end filled with salty seed. Handing it to Pumo, tears shedded down his face, his knees caving as he gazed at the soupy mess. His sobbing display was focused to the video’s lens, striking Sitti’s heart like thunder. No, he can’t do that to Pumo, not like this.

“Pumo! Don’t listen to anything that snake says! You hear” Sitti shouted, stretching the tender walls as his limbs began to strain.

An arm reached to Pumo’s shoulder, the camera zooming out as Quibble’s smug face peered into view. “you two loved each other very much. My heart cries out for your loss” he said. “But dearest, you still have a wedding to attend.”

"The wedding! Oh god, what am I going to tell guests? I can't tell them the wedding is cancelled. I can't-"

"Hey hey, there's no need to cancel the wedding. You can still marry someone."

"Who?! The love of my life is melted into cream!"

Sitti watched as a hand lifted to Pumo's chin, tilting his gaze to Quibble. "I think you know who."

Sitti’s blood began to boil, thrashing against the testicular wall, if not to get free, then to hurt Quibble to make him regret his words. But that reality vanished as he fought against the sack. Each blow struck against the tender wall. They barely flinched as they absorbed his blows, retaliating with a powerful clench as they nestled the phone in had between the rising hill of the testicle.

"But I can't. Marry someone else. Sitti's name is on the pamflett, the poster, even the cake."

"Well.." Quibble soothed through his lips. "Im sure they'll understand the sudden change. It’s your special day afterall."

He shared a kiss with Pumo, his nostrils flaring as if to siphon his breath from his lungs. In that moment of pleasure, Sitti turned into an ape, throwing fists against the walls as the testicle bounced from their spot inside his pants. He shoved at the wall, kicking into the rippling lump as he cursed at the backstabbing man that dared to construct this.

Their lips parted with a soft smack, Pumo Caught in its trance. "Were you always a good kisser?

"More than you know."

The announcer spoke through the speaker as the two of them peaked out from the curtain. The remaining guests in the hallway took their seats, facing the altar where the pastor awaited for the destined soul mates.

"Looks like you better get to your position , I'll be sure to show just how much of a kisser I can be."

He tapped his lips before loosening his grip. As he departed toward the altar, he looked down to his waist, his cock throbbing once more as he looked into the frame.

He unmuted the device, and Sitti yelled like a banshee. “Yeesh, you’re awfully pissy.”

“You sniveling bastard! When I get out of this I'm going to kick your ass!”

“Correction, If you get out of this. From where I’m standing I’m about to marry Pumo.” he rubbed over his lips. “Of all the lips to have, Sissy, you're sure as hell missing out. But don't worry, I'll be sure to tell you all about it." He patted the front of his pants, squeezing at his cock.

“You no good lousy-!” He was cut off as a receptionist shouted in the hallway, the piano’s playing louder as guest funneled into the chapel.

“Welp I better get out there. Good talk Sissy.”

“No! Wait-!”

The muted once more, the camera lowering as it swayed along his thigh. Sitti looked around the compact space, taking to the valve as he pushed at it all his might. There has to be a way to get this open, he thought, there has to be. The sac jostled as the testicle laid at his back. He placed a hand against its side, shoving it against its side to relieve himself. It was there that the sphincter quivered, widening before it squished together. Sitti paused as he looked to the ring, turning toward the lumpy ridge. He rubbed at its side, and watched as the ring widened once more, seed spilling into its mouth as it slurped past its lips. “Of course, Stimulate it.”

“All rise.” a priest said, the camera swaying as they stood above the alter. “We are gathered here today to celebrate this joyous day.”

He’s running out time, he has to get out there. He placed his palms along the hill. He rubbed into its smooth lump like a scrubber, Quibble’s moan booming through the air as the chamber shifted. The man muttered something beneath his breath, but he didn’t care as he stared at the sphincter, its pouting lips shrinking before it expanded. He caught a glimpse of the outer tube, and latched onto its rims as he forced himself inside. The tube was airtight, hugging the corner of his shoulder as seed soaked his body.

It lubricated his legs as they slipped at the sack behind him, but he felt the sack shift, as lump pressed at his rear. “Revenge wouldn’t be fun if you didn’t have a fighting chance, so I’ll give you this freebie.” it shoved him into the tight tube, the ring closing over his feet. “Best get to climbing, you have about 30 seconds before it’s my turn to walk.”

Sitti puzzled upon the gesture, but perished the thought as he wormed through the tube. It was like swimming through tar, flesh skidding against flesh as they siphoned at his body. The piano’s tune leered from the outside, drawing closer as Quibbles steps boomed. He wormed faster, managing to make it through the twisting tubes as he crawled over the ridge.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to wed these married couple.." the pastor said.

As the pastor commenced the procedure, Sitti climbed the rest of tube as it dipped inward. His palm pierced through the shriveled flesh ahead, and he was squeezed into the prostate. It was bathed in a pool of semen, coating the wall with its goop as it shrouded the sphincter. He caught a glimpse of the giant sphincter, prying at its walls to bypass it, but it refused to budge. The prostate gyrated against his body, smother him into the meatpocket as its holes suckled his ears. When they relaxed, he stretched the walls apart, but his eyes widened as he observed the chamber.

The semen that filled the tube now painted the walls with its fluid, blending the surrounding holes in the mixture of white and pink. Only one of the holes lead to the outside, but where was it?

"Do you ,Pumo, take this man as you lawfully wedded husband?" the pastor said

"I..I do."

Sitti’s heart started to pound, stamping into the crevices for the right hole. He squashed into one, and urine rushed into the chamber. He wiped the warm fluid as the sphincter closed, splashing around the other holes as he pawed at them. He stamped his hands into the hole above, a suction pulling them as seed spilled from their entrance like running water. Only one remained, his gaze darting to the shriveled fold as he gripped at them.

"And you, um..."

"Quibble" he responded, a smug tone mixed in his voice.

"Yes. Do you take Pumo As your lawfully wedded husband."

He smiled. "I do."

"Excellent.” the pastor said. “Then, if there is anyone who objects to the marriage of these two. Please speak now, or forever hold your peace.

Me! Me damn it!” Sitti pounded against the tender bean, prying at the lips to the urethra. He shifted his stance to get an angle on the sphincter. He stretched himself like an arrow, thrusting his limbs into a corner as he pushed at the entrance.

His feet slurped from beneath him, his force halting as he looked behind him. One of the holes clamped at his ankles, seed drooling as the ring chewed them. He tried to kick his way out, thrashing to get his limbs free. But they sunk like quicksand as a suction took control. Reeling back to the entrance, he panicked as he pawed toward the urethra, its folds inching away from his grasp as another wrapped his waist.

The walls caved as it sent waves into his face, feeding him to the gummy ring as climbed to shoulders. He yelled as its force yanked him into its maw, returned him back to depth of Quibble as the ring swallowed the rest of his limbs with a messy belch.

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"Then by the power vested in me. I here pronounce you, Husband and husband." The Statement was the final nail in the coffin. Time, was up.

Quibble cock flexed as it dragged its meal back to its waist, a soft whimper escaping it slide down its long slide. His right testicle now plonked with the new prisoner, brushing against his inner thigh as he smiled wider. "You may now, kiss."

He shimmied closer to Pumo and brought him in for a kiss. A mixture of cheers and groans flowing through the crowd as music played through the building. The hour was gone in a flash, the two of them returning home to seal their marriage. Pumo was getting ready in the shower, meanwhile Quibble would be in the bedroom, Spread eagled across the mattress as he fondled at his balls.

"This is the life. I get to marry the love of my life, I get a beatiful house, and I get my little nut pet too." He flicked a finger against the side of his testicle. "You haven't spoken a word since we got back, Sissy. You still bummed I struck it big and you didn't."

He paused as he stared at the struggling lump, a faint imprint protruding from the clammed skin before a clench subdued it. He felt giddish as he traced along the faint outline groping his sac as he rolled them around like marbles. In that very moment, he relished at the reality of the two of them. He was out here, enjoying the fruits of his own efforts. And he was in there, reduced to only a small lump behind the girth of his balls.

He slouched into the pillow, just as the sound of running water ceased from the bathroom. The knob jiggled before mist flowed into the room, Pumo stepping out as a towel wrapped around him.

"Took you long before you finally finished in there. Don't go getting wrinkly on me."

"Oh please, you already know how much I like showers. You could use one yourself musty."

"Pfft, and become Mr. Clean like you. Pass." He stretched his limbs to ease its tension, but noticed Pumo’s face lowering to the floor. "Something wrong?"

"I'm..still thinking about Sitti."

"Oh..yeah. I can tell that’s still fresh."

"Yeah, it's hard not to think about how far we've come. Even though he’s melted, I can still sense that he still lingers inside my heart."

That's not the only thing he's lingering in. He groped at his squirming testicle, shuffling it beneath the cover. "Okay, I'll give you that. But you and I both know it isn't healthy to dwell on the past. It’s true he may be gone, but it’s just as you said, he’ll always live in your heart. So cherish it, Pookie bear, and don’t let his memories be tainted."

Silence dwelled between the two, Pumo Looking toward the window. "Yeah..I guess you're right." He said, before looking up to Quibble. “ Pookie bear? What are we kids?"

"What, It's a good name. My wittle Pookie bear."

He rolled his eyes. "God you sound just like him."

He crawled upon the mattress, stumbling toward Quibble as he spooned against his torso. His damp skin stuck to his back, the warm water steaming into his chest as he nuzzled into his neck.

"Mm, feeling you this close brings back memories." He reached beneath the towel. "Wonder if those glutes are as soft as I remember."

"Hey, it hasn't been that long. I bet you lost a few inches without me around"

A palm reached to Quibbles waist. He watched as the slender palm fiddled at the barrel of his length, his fingers dancing around the curvatures as they spooned beneath the cock's warm underbelly. It ventured further as it scooped beneath his testicles, squeezing at the soft lump as he Quibble moaned.

"Huh, I stand corrected. Your balls are starting to get chunky."

"You could say that. Must be clogged or something." He said, a half hearted truth to his secret within.

He suckled upon his neck and leaned his body to Pumo’s back. He sliced his fingers along the towel, a single flick slipping them from their hold as they drooped around his toned body. Pumo's mounds were exposed, fingers scooping them into his palms. They were like giant marshmallows, giggling at the slightest flex as droplets soaked his fingers. He pulled the two mounds apart. Its surface was still damp, stirring the finger at his shriveled ring as he eased his shaft close.

A giggle escaped from Pumo, the tender folds nipping at the slit. "Just as sensitive as always" Quibble soothed, reaching for a bottle along the counter as he dozed his length in lube.

He eased his cock inside, feeling it sink past the two rings as it slid up the rest of the length. Pumo Moaned upon the intrusion, his hips swaying along the cock as it slowly began to pump into the rear.

Quibble batted an eye to his balls as his testicles as they slapped at the back of Pumo’s thigh. The skin stretched as an imprint bulges, deteriorating as the folds softened its features. That’s outline was more visible than the last one, Quibble thought, Sitti must be pissed off at him fucking Pumo. He bet he could hear every inch of his cock taking in his meat, knowing he was just inches from being known. He chuckled at the thought, leaning into Pumo's ear.

"Still think it's chunky?" He asked.

"No..far from it. It's..so filling"

"You think so huh? Well it's about to get even more filling." He rocked his hips, plunging his member deeper into the hole. As the motion's began, he looked down to his nuts, sneering at the struggling lump in his testicles before he tucked his head over the shoulder.

The night of their wedding was a trademark in Quibble's eyes. He fucked Pumo across the mattress as the two took turns spooning one another. He merely caved as his cock gyrated through his anal canal, making him leak more than he ever did before. But he stilled himself to blow his load, less he risked letting Sitti out of his cage. As much of a waste it was to hold in such great seed, he had to ensure that he was out of sight, and out of mind.

Weeks passed as the two continued their nightly fun. From the duration he insisted on getting used to Sitti’s squirming, conditioning his balls to respond to onlyhim. The little brat put up a fight for a few days, managing to wiggle to his prostate to escape. That was as far as he would allow, a flex sending him back to balls, just as Pumo walked from the shower. He still talked about Sitti, most of their fun focused on coping as he snuggled him to sleep.

By the end of the month, Pumo showed reluctance of thinking about Sitti, deciding to honor him by moving on. At least from what he told him, it was better that way than him reminiscing on end, Quibble thought. He seen a bit of progress himself when it came to it, eying his testicles as they quivered and squeezed. Sitti did not move, not even an inch as his faint imprints danced at his testicle. His body was now immune to his efforts, desensitized to keep the sniveling oaf in his place.

He smiled as he jostled his nutsack, a soft whimper escaping now and then before they hanged back between his legs. Finally he didn't have to hold back his juices, now that the pest was secured in his balls. He was free to squirm and yell all he wants to now, no one was going to hear him, or even know him from now on.

It was just him and Pumo Now. Together, forever.

#cock vore #Aware #unaware #shrink

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Hee joins the clan with her mother and brother when she is a kit. The wind whispered in his ears, the stars danced above him.

His apprenticeship comes, and he practically begs Sunwish to be apprenticed to her. She's mystified by Starclan, and her warrior ancestors. He wants to heal, to help. Sunwish happily accepts.

About five moons into her apprenticeship, she realizes she's not a tom. Which is weird, because she is a tom. She asks Sunwish.

"Silverpaw, if you want to be a girl you can be a girl. I'll tell the whole clan to start calling you a she," Sunwish says.

"Really?" Silverpaw asks. "I can just do that?"

"Sure you can," Sunwish says. "It's not like it's uncommon. The medicine cat in Shallowclan used to be a tom too."

"And she's a girl now?" Silverpaw inquires.

"Yes, and she's very good at what she does," Sunwish replies, her copper eyes glistening with pride.

And later that night, Silverpaw tells Applepaw. Applepaw probably gets it, because she's a gorl too.

"That's cool," Applepaw says. "Want some of this finch?"

"Oh, sure."

And then Maplepaw comes by, complains that Applepaw shared her finch with Silverpaw instead of him, and Applepaw corrects his usage of pronouns.

That's when Silverpaw knows the clan accepts her.

"Silverpaw!" Otterkit yells.

"I'm coming!" She bounds down the slope and skids to a stop in front of Otterkit, who looks close to tears. "Yes?"

"There's blood coming out of my paw!" He all but wails.

"Let me see it," Silverpaw says, lifting said paw with her own. She looks at it. "Otterkit, did you step on a thorn then try to pull it out without loosening it?"

Otterkit says nothing, just glances at Nettlestem, willing her to help him. He fails to notice that she is sleeping.

"Otterkit," she repeats.

"Maybe."

"I keep telling you not to do that!"

"Okay, but it was hurting! I can totally do it myself," he adds. Silverpaw narrows her eyes skeptically.

"Come here so I can put something on it," she says. Otterkit stands still. "Otterkit."

"Badger ride."

"I'm too little for badger rides," Silverpaw says. "You'll crush me."

"Badger ride."

Silverpaw obliges, and carries him away to the medicine den.

"Silverpaw, step forward," Sunwish instructs. Silverpaw steps in front of the pool of stalactite water. "Sleep in the cavern, and your ancestors will come to speak to you."

"Okay."

Sunwish exits the cavern. The Shallowclan medicine cat, Lakelily, follows her.

Silverpaw shuts her eyes, and wills sleep to take her. When she opens her eyes again, she is still in the glowcave, but there's another cat standing in front of her.

"Hello, Silverpaw," the cat greets. She has dark brown patches of fur, and she is tinged a pale blue.

"Hi," she says. "Where am I?"

"Starclan's glowcave," the cat says. "I'm here to give you your medicine cat name. Are you ready?"

Silverpaw nods. This was it!

"Silverpaw, you have trained hard under Sunwish's careful guidance, and you are ready to earn your medicine cat name," the cat says. "Now, by the powers invested in me, I grant you your name. Silverpaw, from this moment forward, you shall be known as Silverbelly."

The cave goes dark. The frame of the cat dims.

"It's tradition," the she-cat says. A line of blood trails from one rock to another. Then, her vision slips into darkness, and she wakes up.

"Silverpaw?" Sunwish calls. "Are you okay?"

"I'm good," Silverpaw says. "And it's Silverbelly, now."

"That's wonderful! Did Wildfang accept you?"

Silverpaw hums. "The pale cat with the dark brown splotches?"

"That's her," Sunwish confirms.

"Then yes."

Her mind flashes back to the vision. The blood trailed from one rock to another, and it suddenly stopped.

"Sunwish?"

"Yes?"

"I think I had a vision," Silverbelly says.

Nettlestem is the first cat she is unable to save.

A patrol found her bleeding. They brought her back to camp, explaining that she was attacked by a dog.

Silverbelly tries. Stars, she tries. She takes every herb she can think of, mixes poultices, mutters prayers as she works.

Nettlestem's already faint breathing stops.

"No, no," she whispers. "Nettlestem!"

Scorchstar stands and watches, her eyes hollow.

"Silverbelly?" Sunwish asks. "Everything okay?"

Scorchstar wheels around. "You! Where have you been?"

"Lakelily needed some herbs. I was giving them to her."

"Without asking me?" Scorchstar's eyes are angry.

"You always tell me no," Sunwish snaps. "All the catmint in her territory is shriveled already. She had a greencough outbreak and needed it."

"What if we have a greencough outbreak?" Scorchstar snaps. "What will we do then, Sunwish?"

"We have plenty of catmint!"

"She's dead," Silverbelly whispers.

"What?" Sunwish and Scorchstar turn back to her.

"You heard me. Nettlestem is dead. Help me prepare her for the vigil instead of bickering like kittens," she quietly says.

She can't forget the way Scorchstar angrily stared at Sunwish, like it were her fault Nettlestem died.

Scorchstar comes back to camp. "I lost a life."

"What?" Silverbelly blinks. "Huh?"

"I lost a life. Dog fight," Scorchstar says. "I killed it off though."

"Are you okay?" Silverbelly asks. Scorchstar is still leaking blood from several wounds. She probably got here for adrenaline alone. "Do you need me to get Sunwish? She's probably better at-"

"No," Scorchstar rasps. "You'll do fine. I trust you."

Silverbelly blinks, but fetches the oak leaves, spiderwebs, and marigold regardless.

Scarcely a week later, Sunwish is sporting a giant claw wound along her flank. It's still leaking blood, and Silverbelly almost screams when she sees it.

"Sunwish! What happened?"

"Raspberries just over the border," Sunwish gasps. "Brittlefoot said I could take some if I liked, so I went to collect some today and a patrol got me."

"But attacking medicine cats is against the code," Silverbelly gapes.

"I suppose they didn't realize it was me," Sunwish wrly says. "Maybe they were new to the clan."

Silverbelly desparately needs more horsetail and oak leaves. She'll have to take Applebranch out to get some soon.

"So, there should be some horsetail in this area. Would you rather stick together and look for it, or-"

"Stick together," Applebranch says. "I can't tell horsetail apart from reeds. I'll start plucking out worms thinking they're chervil roots."

Now that makes Silverbelly laugh.

Rum Tum Tugger told great stories.

That's what Silverbelly told everyone at his vigil. He was the one who showed her the stories of the stars and the whispers of the skies.

He was very good at assuring everyone that they were doing fine. Silverbelly specifically, he made sure to thank her for her poultices and such.

Most importantly, before he died it assured her that it was long coming. That it wasn't her fault.

Applebranch offers to take her on an evening walk. She is very much aware of Honeygleam and Maplethorn cheering her on, and Dawnshine gives her a pat on the back with his tail.

Applebranch radiates confidence. She's clever, and she holds the record for quickest tree climb.

Silverbelly sometimes feels as if she has yet to grow into her own skin.

"The stars are gorgeous," Applebranch murmurs. "But not as gorgeous as you."

"That was corny," Silverbelly laughs. Applebranch was very corny, but she was also funny and cute so it made up for that.

"Maybe," Applebranch says.

They continue their walk, under a starlit sky.

"So," Applebranch begins. "I like you. Like a lot."

"I like you too," Silverbelly says. She doesn't like Applebranch, she loves Applebranch, but she doesn't think Applebranch-

"No, as in like, I want you to be my mate. I totally get if that's not what you want," Applebranch backtracks. "Because, you know, you're really cool, and I really don't know if I-"

"That's something I want," she interrupts. "I want to be your mate."

"Cool. How many minutes until my dad tries to kill you?"

"Goldenflare wouldn't do that," Silverbelly says.

"He would," Applebranch definitively says. "Anyway, I hate Maplethorn and told him not to give you the shovel talk but he's going to do it as soon as we announce it."

"Dawnshine might genuinely be so caught up in being happy for me," Silverbelly begins. "That he might forget about the shovel talk."

"I'm expecting kits," Applebranch says. "Surprise?"

Silverbelly jumps up from her nest and almost bowls over Applebranch with how hard she nuzzles into her.

Goldenflare, who was watching the whole thing, looks like he's seen a ghost.

"Congrats, you're having more siblings," Toro suddenly says.

Silverbelly, as the calm person she is, promptly screams.

Sunwish advises her to go keep herself occupied while Applebranch kits.

"She'll be fine, right?" Goldenflare suddenly asks. "I don't-"

"She'll be fine, Goldenflare," Sunwish says. "Now get out so I can focus. You're hovering and it's going to drive me insane."

Goldenflare, hesitantly, backs out of the nursery, and bumps into her.

"Sorry," he immediately says. "Silverbelly, you're smart and also her mate. She'll be fine, right?"

"She'll do fine," Silverbelly says. Because, obviously, Goldenflare needed reassurance right now. Because he was terrified for some reason.

"This is how Morningbloom died," Goldenflare hoarsely says. "She died in kitting. I'm terrified. What if Applebranch dies the same way?"

"She won't," Silverbelly says. She's heard tales of Morningbloom, Goldenflare's first mate. Died young, before she and Dawnshine and Toro had joined the clan.

"What if she does?"

"Stop doing that." She turns back to Goldenflare, who still looks uneasy. "Statistically, what happened to Morningbloom was extremely unlikely. Queens have been kitting since before the clans existed. Sunwish knows what she's doing."

"I know," Goldenflare whispers. "The kids keep telling me that."

"Then listen to them," she says.

In the end, Applebranch is fine. She has two healthy kits, Flykit and Mudkit.

Goldenflare looks relieved. Like some invisible weight has been removed from his shoulders.

Silverbelly sleeps in the nursery that night, tucked into her mate and children.

The next moon, Toro has four kits. Her new siblings. Goosekit, Hailkit, Moonkit, and Stormkit.

"They're so little!" Flykit exclaims. "Momma, they're so tiny!"

"They grow," Applebranch patiently replies. Then, she glances at Silverbelly.

"You were that little once," Silverbelly purrs.

"No way!" Mudkit squeals. "We're way bigger."

"I reckon you were actually smaller than Stormkit is," Sunwish says.

"Nuh uh!" Flykit shouts. "Momma, we weren't ever that small, right?"

Applebranch snorts. "You absolutely were. You were the size of a baby mouse until you dried out."

Mudkit looks like she wants to cry at the revelation. Flykit is still in vehement denial.

This is her family.

Scorchstar is going to her for advice. It ranges from what to do about a clan's threats, to helping interpret visions and dreams.

Silverbelly feels important. But it never does stop the vision of the bloody rocks. It never does stop the feeling in her gut when Scorchstar stops speaking to Sunwish entirely.

She recieves a vision that same moon. The sun catches on fire, and the scorched earth goes dark.

Sunwish was murdered.

That's all she can explain when Oaktuft and Goldenflare discover her body, discarded near the border. Covered in scratches and bites and one final blow to the neck.

She prepares her mentor's body for the vigil. Covers her in rosemary and flowers and mint. Wormpaw brings her some pine needles, and she uses some of those even though they're not what she usually uses.

And as she lays the petals and the plants over her body, she swears she catches the faintest whiff of Scorchstar on her pelt.

-🍭 (to be continued. im not done with you yet, silverbelly.)

LOLLIPOP ANON HOLY FUCK???????? I LOVE THIS SO MUCH IM WEEPING.... silverbelly my sweet girl you've lived such a life. and the dream about blood on the rocks???? its stormsights blood isnt it ohhhh fuck. the last sentence took me out like a semi truck

#fallenasks #lollipop anon #fallenfic

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prick-up-ur-ears · 2 months

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You ask for imodna prompts you shall receive.

Imodna at a pride parade perhaps 🤭

thanks for the prompt! this one was a lot of fun

also on AO3

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“How do you make it look so easy?”

Imogen glares at Laudna’s reflection in the mirror. They both are leaning over the counter of their shared bathroom, each with a small makeup brush in hand. Laudna finishes a blue stripe, then stands upright and meets Imogen’s gaze in the mirror.

Imogen's eyes flick back to her own reflection, mentally comparing the perfect rectangle of pink, purple, and blue on Laudna’s cheek to the mess of pink and orange on her own.

“You’re using too much, darling,” Laudna says as a droplet of the white face paint drips down Imogen’s cheek, clinging to her jaw. Imogen sighs and reaches for the hand towel that’s already stained with her previous attempts that went just about as well as this one. “Would you like me to do yours?”

Imogen would be lying if she said that wasn’t what she had been wanting to ask this entire time. She nods.

“Alright, come here then.” Laudna leans forward and tugs on Imogen’s hand, pulling her to stand directly in front of her.

Laudna’s gaze moves from Imogen to the counter, eyes scanning for whatever she is looking for, and she grabs a pack of makeup wipes and the paints Imogen was using.

“Can you turn your head, darling?” Laudna requests, accompanied by a gentle nudge on Imogen’s jaw. Imogen obliges.

The cloth is cold as it wipes away the smudged remnants of the paint, followed by the rougher texture of the towel to dry her skin. Then there’s a hand cradling the side of her face, a thumb at her jaw and fingers just grazing her ear.

The brush tickles at her cheek as Laudna works her magic. Imogen’s not sure what to do with her hands as she stands there, going between fidgeting with the hem of her tank top and tapping at her shorts. After a minute, she feels her phone vibrate in her back pocket and pulls it out.

What’s taking you guys so long?

“Ashton is gettin’ impatient,” Imogen says to the wall.

“No talking, you’re going to mess it up.”

Imogen has to swallow the “sorry” that automatically rises in her throat. She also has to fight back a smile when Laudna starts softly humming, a tune that sounds oddly similar to a song Imogen recently made her listen to.

“Alright, all done,” Laudna says half a minute later, releasing her grip on the side of Imogen’s face. “What do you think?”

Imogen turns to look in the mirror. On her cheek is a small heart, filled with stripes of pink, orange, and white. Her reflection smiles back at her.

“I love it,” she says, leaning up on her tiptoes to place a quick kiss on Laudna’s mouth before stepping around her into their bedroom.

“Is that all the thanks I get? I made it even nicer than mine,” Laudna pouts.

“I would not put it past Ashton to leave without us, so I think it’s in our best interests to get a move on,” Imogen replies, looking for her fanny pack that she could have sworn she left on top of the dresser. (She didn’t).

As if on cue, Laudna’s phone chimes with a text message. “If you two make us late because you couldn’t keep it in your pants,” Laudna reads off, “then I will–. Oh. I’m not going to read the rest aloud. You’re right, we should go.”

“Do you know where my bag is?” Imogen asks, her search now taking her to the living room, lifting pillows and blankets off the couch, crouching down to look under the table.

“Right here, darling.” Laudna emerges from their room, bag in hand.

“What would I do without you?” Imogen says as she takes it and loops it around her shoulder, stealing another kiss as she does.

“Based on the last five minutes, I’m not sure you would survive at all.”

Imogen scoffs and gently shoves her in the shoulder. She’s saved from having to make a comeback (because even though she’s joking, Laudna is right) when another ding comes from Laudna’s phone.

“We really should go,” Laudna says without bothering to take her phone out to read the message.

“Ashton’s just upset they have to be the fifth wheel since Fearne is out of town,” Imogen counters, looping her arms around Laudna’s neck and fiddling with the yarn that’s tied at the base of it. “They can wait.”

Several minutes later, the two of them emerge from the front door of their apartment building to find Ashton leaning against their car with their arms crossed. They level the two of them with a glare, but Imogen can’t find it in herself to feel apologetic.

“Nice lipstick, Imogen. Did you borrow it from Laudna?” Ashton says as they approach, an eyebrow raised. Imogen stops, touches a finger to her lips. She didn’t put on any lipstick.

“Sorry, darling,” Laudna says, reaching into her purse and pulling out a makeup wipe that she hands to Imogen.

“I should have left without you,” Ashton grumbles, shaking their head and pushing off the car to stand upright.

“Oh, please, you love us,” Imogen says.

“Just get in the damn car,” Ashton calls as they walk around to the driver’s side. “Orym and Dorian are probably already there waiting for us.”

“Those punctual motherfuckers.”

Imogen hops in the backseat while Laudna takes shotgun, Ashton sliding into the driver’s seat. Imogen scoots into the middle, leaning forward with her elbows propped on both front seats. “We’re not even runnin’ that late,” she comments after a glance at the clock.

“Have you ever tried finding parking in downtown Jrusar on an event day? Oh, that’s right, you don’t have a car.”

Imogen leans further over the middle console. “How long until Fearne is back?”

“Too long.”

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To say the streets of Jrusar are crowded would be an understatement. Imogen doesn’t think she’s ever seen this many people out and about in Jrusar before, but it’s a spectacular sight.

It’s also slightly overwhelming.

Are you sure this is okay? We can go home whenever you want, just say the word.

Imogen smiles down at the text from Laudna as Ashton drives around in search of a parking spot. Honestly, she’s not sure how she’ll feel once they go out into the crowd. But she’s been making progress, so she’s willing to try.

I’m alright. Promise to let you know if that changes.

It doesn’t take much longer to find a parking spot. Once they’re out on the sidewalk, Laudna takes Imogen’s hand in hers, interlacing their fingers. Imogen focuses on the feeling of Laudna’s hand, letting it ground her, as they approach the more crowded streets.

“Orym said they’re right by the Spire by Fire,” Ashton tells them, putting his phone away.

An unfamiliar feeling flows through Imogen as they weave through the crowded sidewalk towards the tavern. Usually, in crowds, she gets overcome with the feeling that everyone’s eyes are on her, watching her, judging her, berating her. In this crowd, she still gets the feeling that people are looking at her. Just… not in a bad way.

Unsure what else to do with this feeling, she looks up at Laudna and squeezes her hand. Once their eyes meet, Imogen can’t help the wide grin that spreads across her face. “I love you,” she mouths.

Laudna’s eyes soften, looking into Imogen’s like she’s the only thing in the world that matters. “I love you,” she mouths back.

“Will you lovebirds stop eye fucking each other and look for Orym, please?” Ashton calls from behind them. Oops.

“Sorry,” they both mumble, looking away from each other and towards the crowd.

It’s Laudna who spots them first, exactly where they said they’d be in front of the Spire by Fire.

“I was starting to think you guys wouldn’t make it in time!” Dorian says, wrapping Laudna in a hug.

“Blame these two,” Ashton grumbles as it’s Imogen’s turn to be embraced by Dorian.

“Oh, I’m sure,” Orym laughs. “I’ve started lying to them about when things start so that they’ll get there on time.”

And, well. Maybe they have been getting carried away lately.

Loud music starts playing in the distance, marking the beginning of the parade. “Oh! Here, I almost forgot,” Dorian exclaims, pulling around his backpack and taking out three rainbow flags and handing them out. “Someone was handing these out earlier.”

“Well, thank you, Dorian,” Laudna says, waving hers back and forth. Imogen can’t help but smile at the sight.

They start looking for a less crowded spot that’s near the barricade, and Laudna touches Imogen’s elbow, pulling them back from the group. “Good?” she whispers.

Imogen is no stranger to lying about how she’s feeling, especially in circumstances like this.

“Better than good. There isn’t anywhere else I’d rather be right now.”

And it’s not even a lie.

#imodna #critical role #fic request

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bigfan-fanfic · 1 year

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Nurture (Male Reader x Thor)

Requested by @jayfeather965 for Thor meets a shy human who has the power to talk to animals and control plants. He met him on a rescue mission from some hydra facility. Can you do a short fic on them forming a relationship as human begins to trust again and get over his trauma?

It had been decided that protective custody would be the best thing for you, and Thor had offered to bring you to Asgard.

SHIELD obviously hadn't liked that, but it wasn't up to them.

Hydra had determined that harkening back to the Auld Ways was the way forward, and their deep dives into mysticism and the occult had not only revealed the existence of Chaos magic, but also the natural magic of the world.

What better weapon than life itself?

What better equipped assassin than one who could take advantage of the most abundant form of complex life?

What better spy than one who can talk to animals?

However, Asgard is pretty much the perfect place for you to feel comfortable.

Magic is not just accepted and known here, but a way of life. Odin and Frigga are both highly accomplished mages, and their son Loki has learned from them both.

So, really, no one is shocked at your abilities, which is actually really helpful in you coming to accept them yourself. In fact, quite a few share similar abilities.

It's still hard to trust anyone, though.

Thor appoints himself your bodyguard and accompanies you wherever you would like to go.

He treats you cautiously, carefully. He never prods you to start talking, nor directs you to go anywhere unless it's for a reason that he explains, like dinner is starting, or there's a very nice secluded garden that you might like to check out.

Eventually, you start to open up to him. It's easy to talk when there's no pressure to it.

You don't talk about what you've been through. Not yet, although there has been a healer you've been obliged to speak with once a week to process what has happened to you.

With Thor you ask about his memories. His childhood, his thoughts. Simple things like his favorite color. You're still pretty shy, so these questions take great effort to ask, and Thor recognizes that.

He takes his time, pondering each question and giving an honest answer, full of introspection. Sometimes a joke.

Thor slowly becomes easy to talk to. He smiles more frequently, and starts to engage you, and now you don't flinch when he asks you something by surprise.

He too opens up, the more personal questions you ask him getting honest answers, sometimes pulling deep emotion from him.

You talk to him about your treatment, about your past. He holds you while you cry, and you take him in your arms when he does.

And one morning, he takes you to a garden you haven't seen yet, and you lean forward to kiss him.

He freezes. Gently stops you.

"I would be lying if I said I did not care for you. But it would be selfish of me to allow this without inquiring... my friendship, my care for you. It does not come with the expectation of anything else."

He blushes. "Though I would love the opportunity to court you, I will not hold it against you if you decide not to - what I'm trying to say is that... you have my respect, my friendship, and my protection, and you do not need to feel the need to repay me in this way. I just need to make sure you know this."

You nod. "I.. this is because I like you, Thor. I like being around you. I like seeing you every day. I like listening to you. Talking to you. I love you."

He smiles softly, eyes prickling with unshed tears. "This... it overjoys me. I fear that if we embrace, I shall never wish to let you go. I promise you now that I will do whatever I can to help you. Even if that means giving you space. Just command me, and it shall be done, my prince."

You blush. "I... I can't promise that I'll ever be fully okay. That I'll stop being afraid of everything. All I know is that I want to try. And I'll keep trying."

He's so close to you right now.

And somehow, when you move slowly, deliberately, your eyes open, to kiss him - it means all the more than rushing into it blindly and impulsively.

Your eyelids flutter shut as your lips meet his, and he's right.

You may never wish to let go.

#male reader #thor x male reader #thor x reader #thor headcanons #marvel x male reader #marvel headcanons #headcanons

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wooyoungmybelovedhusband · 1 year

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M-mommy | Park Seonghwa (smut)

Pairing : Yandere! Park Seonghwa x F! Reader

Warnings : Smut, Mommy! Seonghwa, degradation, teacher-student relationship gone wrong, face slapping, pain kink, choking, edging, possessive behavior, begging, spanking (I had to add this 🥲), unprotected sex. MINORS DNI

Requested by : 🌷anon

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Seonghwa's warm breath hits the crook of your neck, as he leans from behind you because apparently he had to see how much progress you were making. Thankfully for you, the other students were distracted.

Your breath hitched as you felt his lips touch the corner of your eyes. Your hands became sweaty as you heard his husky voice. Your mind was unable to focus, as he smirked at your nervousness.

He swiftly straightened his back as the bell rang and eyed you up and down, "I want you to come to my house at 6, Ms.Kim, I've noticed that you are lacking behind on many topics." "Yes Mr. Park" Your voice came out barely as whisper but it was audible to Seonghwa as smirked to himself.

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You rang the door bell of Seonghwa's house as you waited for him to open the door. The house was very huge, compared to what you'd expected, the door finally opened revealing Seonghwa in a casual outfit contrary to what he wore everyday to school.

Seonghwa welcomed you inside his house, as you entered, his eyes travelled elsewhere. You had opted to wear a short skirt barely coming to your knees, matching it with a tight black sleeveless shirt. Seonghwa's mind filled with dirty thoughts as he so badly just wanted to flip you over his lap and spank you for teasing him.

"Ms.Kim please go and wait in my room." You obliged to his order as you went to the room he assigned you to. It definitely surprised you because you entered his bed room but didn't think much of it though it doubted you, why he would choose his bedroom over many other rooms.

You sat down on the chair and soon Seonghwa entered. He sat down on the chair, dangerously close to you, "Shall we start Ms.Kim" Seonghwa raised his eyebrows at you.

You nodded as he started teaching you. The lingering touches on your exposed thighs definitely didn't go unnoticed. And when he leaned dangerously close to you, you couldn't help but let out a shaky breath but Seonghwa apparently didn't back down.

After all of those touches and him almost placing a kiss on your neck, Seonghwa seemed to be at loss of Patience very contrary to his usual self where he had too much patience.

Annoyed Seonghwa put a hand on your thigh, squeezing it a bit before he leaned forward to you, your lips just centimeters away from touching. "You seem to be too dumb princess, too bad my patience seems to have been cut short today."

His long slender fingers brushed over your sensitive spot between your thighs making you let out a shaky moan. And out of nowhere, Seonghwa pulled you onto his lap as he stood up and threw you on the bed.

He hovered over you, as his hands came up to your face as he grabbed your chin harshly, "You don't have an idea what effect you have on me do you?" "M-Mr.Park-" You got cut off when he gave you a harsh slap on your cheek.

"It's Mommy for you. Address me properly, slut" Seonghwa's hands travelled down to your thighs. His pinched your thighs, smirking at your low moan. He leaned in towards you and kissed you harshly as his other hand came up to your neck and his fingers wrapped themselves around your neck.

He pulled away as his hands squeezed around your neck. His smug smile returned when he saw your fucked up expression. Seonghwa's hands travelled further inside your thighs as his fingers once again as it lingered there longer.

Seonghwa rubbed on your clit through the soft fabric, as he felt your slick right through your panties. He smirked and pulled off your paties and threw them on the floor. He inserted two of his fingers inside you, thrusting them at a very fast and rough space.

You let out loud moans as your hands held onto the sheets for your dear life. "I-I'm gonna come" You said as your back arched, until all your pleasure was taken away when Seonghwa pulled out his fingers. Seonghwa gave you a cocky smile as he licked his fingers.

Seonghwa kissed you very harshly again, as his hands ripped your shirt and threw the ripped piece of fabric on the floor. He pulled away as he removed his shirt and his pants quickly, you were shocked to see he wasn't wearing any boxers.

Your eyes widened at his size, you gulped loudly as you looked unsure if it would fit. As if he could hear your thoughts, he smiled cockily "So mesmerized by Mommy's size, princess?" "Y-yes mommy" You replied, scared that he will get angry if you didn't respond. Seonghwa gave you a satisfied smirk after hearing your response.

Flipping you onto your stomach, Seonghwa patted your ass making you raise your ass up in the air for him. Seonghwa suddenly gave you a harsh spank on your ass as he pulled you up by your hair.

"You think you can get my cock so easily princess? Beg for me." You had lost your mind, as you let out a whine and said, "M-Mommy, please want your cock. Please"

Contented, Seonghwa freed your hair as he pulled up your hips, and slowly entered you trying not to hurt you. You let out a loud moan at the feeling of finally being filled. Seonghwa soon thrusted into you at a very fast and rough pace and due to being very sensitive from your past orgasm being incomplete, you felt your orgasm reaching very quickly.

"M-mommy, 'm gonna cum." "Oh yeah, go on slut, cum all over my cock. Show me who you belong to" You instantly reached your orgasm hearing that as you shook convulsively but Seonghwa didn't halt his thrusts as he was chasing his own orgasm.

After a few harsh thrusts, Seonghwa was coming into you with a series of curses as he said, "You're fucking mine. Only mine." Soon after hearing his words which mixed up with the pleasure of his sloppy thrusts, you reached your second orgasm.

Seonghwa's thrusts finally came to a halt, as he looked down at your fucked up state. He leaned down to whisper, "You're going to be mine forever now Princess." Then it hit you, he didn't use a condom....

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I loved writing this man.

- Jeong Aera

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shuniverse · 9 months

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dark nights ,, g.tnka

🧷 I decided to write gundham because I adore that man and I want to marry him fr 😔❤️

🎐 f!reader (because I’m self-indulgent 🥲) ;; cute fluff ;; a storm ;; gundham + a tight muscle shirt 🤭 ;; gundham calls you paramour and dove and darling because those nicknames suit him and they’re so fucking cute 😭 ;;

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gundham had invited you over, missing your company, because ‘even the supreme overlord of ice gets lonesome in his abode.’

you happily obliged however, also missing the warmth you felt in your boyfriend’s apartment, as well as his adorable little hamsters, the devas.

and so, you’re driving to his home, playing some low, soft songs on the way there, your bag packed in the passenger seat with hoodies and other assorted clothes, and your hair done in a messy bun in the back of your head with light bangs framing your face, and subtle dark eyeliner around your eyes.

finally arriving at his door, your things in hand, you knock on his door.

you giggle at the rustling behind it, and you smile softly when the door finally opens, revealing your boyfriend with his hair down and messy, face mostly clean aside from the gentle eyeshadow still around his eyes, in a snug black tee that accentuates the subtle muscle of his arms and the thicker muscle of his chest, and loose grey sweatpants hanging low around his hips. he looks absolutely delectable.

“darling? you’re gawking, is something the matter?”

his comfortingly deep voice pulls you out of your trance, and you giggle and nod. “sorry, baby, you’re just super pretty.”

his cheeks flush at the compliment, ever the shy guy despite his normal persona. “ah, thank you, my paramour.”

you nod, stepping forward to press a kiss to his lips, more prominent now that the pale foundation isn’t covering them, and he reciprocates happily with a ringed hand to your cheek.

he pulls away though with a beautiful close lipped smile. “let us get inside, my love, we mustn’t let it get cold. besides, I’ve been dying to feel your most comforting presence in my dark abode.”

once again, you nod, and step inside and walk to his room, where you set your things. you know he doesn’t mind, he’s let you know, and you’re comfortable considering you’ve been together for two years. you’re surprised you’re not living together at this point.

you leave his room, having stolen one of his hoodies, which makes him chuckle when he notices. “cold, my dove?”

you giggle. “yeah, it was kinda chilly outside, especially with the rain coming in.”

he nods with a knowing grin on his defined features. “of course, I understand, love. come, I’ve prepared some movies for us to enjoy. ah, but first, please make yourself comfortable, I’ll go grab our treats for the night.”

“ok, baby.” you smile and kiss his cheek while he presses one to your head, lifting your hand and kissing the back of it, before walking to the kitchen to retrieve your snacks.

god I got lucky with this man, you think, he’s perfect.

as soon as you utter those words, you notice four familiar little blobs in your peripheral vision, and you turn your head to see the devas crawling over to you to cuddle against you, maga-z gently nibbling on your forearm, making you giggle. “hi, babies. miss me?”

you smile fondly at them. cuties, they are.

gundham walks back into the room, seeing the cute little scene, and he smiles. “how adorable. a goddess with fearsome creatures, shall I call you circe?”

you giggle at his reference, knowing Circe is one of your favorite Greek goddesses. “I wish, baby, but she’s too cool for me.”

“oh nonsense, dove. you’re goddess enough for me, and I think that suffices enough, yes?”

you smile and kiss his arm as he sits down next to you. “I suppose, love. now, what movie do you have picked out?”

he gives a small smile as he pecks your temple before handing you a bowl of fresh fruits as well as the chips he knows you love. “I’ve picked out a few, darling, just let me know what you’d like to watch, okay?”

you nod, getting comfy and munching on your fruits.

he scrolls through movies he rented for you, passing through Atlantis, The Phantom of the Opera, The Conjuring, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Incantation - and as soon as he stops on that, your face lights up; it’s your favorite horror movie.

“Ooh, ooh, that one!”

he chuckles. “okay, my paramour, we shall watch this one.”

you smile giddily at him and kiss his cheek. “thank you baby.”

he gives you a warm smile, one you’ve grown to love and appreciate, seeing as it usually only comes out with you. “anything for you, my dove. let’s watch now, I know you’re practically vibrating in your seat.”

you giggle at his comment, snuggling up close and grabbing a chunk of watermelon and handing it to gundham, who opens his mouth for it. you pop the fruit into his mouth, and he chews with a little smile, waiting til he’s done to kiss your head and speak again. “thank you, my paramour.”

nodding, you chomp on a piece of your own. “of course, pretty boy. let’s watch the movie now!”

he gives a small laugh, turning on the movie for you both to watch.

all goes well, until about 10 minutes later, thunder booms outside, and a flash of lightning is the last shine of light you see before all goes dark.

you scream, clinging onto gundham. you wouldn’t necessarily say you have a fear of storms, but this one got to you.

you feel arms wrap around your form in a comforting manner, and a kiss is pressed to your head as a hand brushes down your hair. “shh, my love, all is well, it’s just a power outage, you are okay.”

you bury your head into gundham’s thick chest, whimpering a bit. “are.. are the devas okay?”

he smiles against your head, feeling the aforementioned hamsters crawl and snuggle against his neck, and close to your head. “yes, darling, they’re just fine. are you?”

you pause for a moment, before looking up at him, faintly seeing his defined facial features from what little light is coming through the window, and nodding. “yea, I.. I’m fine, baby.”

he nods in response, kissing your forehead. “good, that’s good. I suppose no movie then?”

you pout, before sitting up and grabbing your snacks. “let’s just head to your room, baby. it’s comfy in there, and we can light candles!”

he chuckles at your enthusiasm, standing up and holding out a hand for you to hold. “let us go then, dove.”

you both head down to his bedroom, the familiar smell of incense and cedarwood filling your senses, making you smile, and you plop down on his bed, the black silk sheets comforting you with the plush pillows.

he gently grabs your snacks and places them on the bedside table, and he picks up a candle from a drawer, lighting it, and setting it down. the smell is a mix of lavender, and musky oak-like wood. he then turns to light and burn some incense as well, the woodsy smell complementing the candle.

he smiles at you now, and you lay back on the sheets comfortably, opening your arms to the beautifully misunderstood man in front of you, who happily takes your invitation and gets on the bed to lay comfortably on top of you, the top of his dark head close to your chin.

you press a kiss to his head, feeling drowsy and comforted by the way he runs his hands up and down your sides, and he presses a kiss to your collarbone.

“a nap would be good now, darling, storms are good for sleep. let us rest, and feel rejuvenated when we wake.”

you smile, nodding, softly scratching the base of his neck with your nails. “sleep.. sounds good, my love.”

he sighs deeply, his deep and rumbly voice making you warm inside. “sleep well, my paramour.” and with a kiss to your jaw, he’s snuggled his head against you, on his way to dreamland.

and it’s now that you realize, however.

this.

this is home, you think.

and you think you could stay til those candles burn out, til all of them do.

or forever.

yeah, that. that’s a good idea.

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hope you enjoyed this!! I love writing for gundham :((( he makes me so so happy and I want a boyfriend like him 😭😭

feel free to like and reblog, it’s greatly appreciated!!

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Chapter 12 - A Deal With the Devil

Y/N says her final goodbye to Castiel and makes the best of her new situation, growing closer to Lucifer.

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The world spins rapidly, leaving me feeling incredibly dizzy and a tad bit nauseous. I lose my balance and my knees buckle at the overwhelming situation. As I fall forward, a strong and steady arm catches me, pulling me into his chest. This keeps me sturdy as the spinning room slowly comes to a stop. The illusion of safety is fleeting as I remember just whose body I cling to.

“You’re okay love, I got you,” he assures.

His familiar voice puts me on edge, but also brings an unexpected sense of peace and longing. “Lucifer…” I whisper, raising my head. Our eyes meet, exchanging a thousand unspoken words at one.

“You called?” His signature cocky tone returns once again. He grins ear to ear, clearly pleased with this turn of events.

“I did.” I swallow down the growing uneasiness in my stomach. “I want to make a deal.”

“A deal with the Devil?” He tilts his head, evidently amused. “How cliché. Go on,” he beckons.

“I know what you plan to do to the Winchesters.” I furrow my brows, keeping my anger and disgust in check. “I know what you’re doing to Cas.”

He crosses his arms, his face hard and unreadable, and waits for me to continue.

“Take me instead.”

Surprise paints his face that quickly morphs into delight.

This is what he’s wanted from the beginning, to own me like I'm some toy for him to play with at his leisure. If I play my cards right, no one else will ever suffer at his hands again and I can begin to undo just a bit of the damage I've caused.

“If you let them go and promise not to hurt them… I’m all yours,” I sigh. “No running. No fighting. I am truly and indefinitely yours”. I stare at him with wide eyes and a truthful look that portrays just how serious I am.

“Interesting.” He looks up, tapping a finger to his lips, thinking for a moment. “You got yourself a deal.” His eyes light up with intrigue, glowing a dark red color.

A wave of relief flows through me and with a ruffle of feathers, my wings relax from their tense position. I force myself to ignore the pang of uncertainty building in my stomach.

“Shall we seal it with a kiss, my love?” He smiles deviously, his face barely an inch from mine.

I can feel his warm breath on my face which surprisingly smells like he had just finished chewing cool spearmint gum. I reluctantly nod, willing to do anything for the boys I consider family. I lean in close, the familiar static buzz building between us.

Without a second of hesitation, Lucifer crashes his lips into mine.

I falter for a moment, frozen in place, but something inside me ignites like a fire and I melt into the kiss.

His cracked lips move in sync with my soft ones, creating a wonderful contrast in sensations. He opens his mouth slightly, quietly asking for permission to explore.

I oblige, opening my mouth, allowing him access to all of me.

His forked tongue clashes against mine, our tastes delightfully mingling together. What starts off as playful and soft, quickly turns rough and passionate. Our tongues fight for dominance, but I quickly lose the battle and submit to his will, something about it just feels so right. He tangles his hand in my hair, lightly pulling my head back by the roots just to prove who's really in control here.

I can’t help the small whimper that escapes my lips that beckons a satisfying grin from him.

His other hand snakes around me, finding the small of my back and pulling our bodies flush against one another. The flight feathers of his large white wings caress my sides. If I wasn’t so distracted, I may have found it ticklish.

The passion grows to new heights, the soft spark of electricity turning into an intense flame freely flowing to my core. A mix of cold and warm sensation dance where our bodies meet. The room melts around us like a beautiful chalk mural washing away in the rain, until Lucifer and I are all that’s left in the comforting darkness.

After what feels like hours, he pulls away, biting my bottom lip for good measure, leaving a warm metallic taste in my mouth. “Mm, you taste better than I imagined,” he beams, licking the saliva off his bottom lip with a satisfied grin.

My face flushes a bright red, my dilated pupils fixed on his gorgeous face, surprised by how much I enjoyed that.

“We have so much to do,” he coos, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. He takes my hand in his and pulls me along the house I had grown familiar with in my initial stay not so long ago.

The walls are mostly black with golden trim, the designs reminiscent of the Victorian era. The red satin chairs and couches complement the cherry wood of the rest of the furniture perfectly. There is no overhead lighting, instead the house is illuminated by the crackling fireplace and the towering stained glass windows that brings a sense of life to this otherwise intimidating mansion. Each room is covered in one of a kind classical paintings, such as The Two Angels, by Raphael and The Persistence of Memory, by Salvador Dali. These were some of my favorite pieces that I had learned about in my college art history class, surely them being here is no coincidence, and I have no doubt in my mind that he had found a way to get ahold of the originals.

A sense of urgency snaps me out of my thoughts as I remember the task at hand. “Wait, Luce.” I dig my heels into the wooden floor, stopping him in his tracks.

He smiles at the nickname and raises his brow in question.

“I need to see him first.” A sad look dawns on my face. “I made a promise that he would make it home safe”.

“You don’t trust me,” he says in an annoyed tone.

“You did kidnap me,” I remind him.

“Fair point,” he says amused. “I’m a man of my word, but if you insist.” He bows ever so slightly and gestures to a hallway that I have yet to explore.

I step ahead, hesitantly walking down the dark hallway, only illuminated by a few small torches that cling to the wall. It seems to go on forever, like one continuous tunnel with no end in sight. This part of the house has a much darker aura to it. Instead of the classy wallpaper and décor, the walls are made of crumbling cobblestone with twisting vines emerging from the cracks and holes. The temperature is different from the rest of the house, noticeably a few degrees colder. There are dozens of eerie doors on either side, bound to hold endless mysteries. Each one is made from different materials, none of which look inviting by any sense of the word.

His hand rests on the small of my back, leading me to the room at the very end of the hall.

I approach the old metal door, adorned with orange rust and clumps of dirt. It looks like the kind of door you’d find an old abandoned warehouse that’s withstood the rain for decades. I take in a deep breath and tuck my petite wings behind my back, preparing myself for the horrible scene that lies ahead. With renewed determination, I turn the rusty knob and push the door open with a long ominous creak.

My heart sinks as my eyes fall onto Castiel's bloodied, broken form, tied to a chair, surrounded by a ring of holy fire. He’s covered head to toe with blood. Red blotches stain his shirt and tie, and slashes ruin his signature trenchcoat. His head hangs low, eyes closed, looking defeated and exhausted.

“Cas…” my voice breaks. I can’t imagine the full extent of what horrors he’s been through in the last 24 hours.

His head perks up, recognizing my voice. His deep blue eyes meet mine. The usual seriousness and composure that he always wears, now replaced with a mix of surprise and relief.

“Y/N!” He exclaims.

I step closer until I'm just out of reach of the warm flames licking my boots. I place my hand on his stubbly cheek, rubbing my thumb across his tattered skin. Patches of dried blood flake off and leave a brownish crimson stain on my fingers.

He looks back and forth between Lucifer and I, searching for some sort of explanation. His eyes widen in horror as realization dawns on him, all signs of relief vanishing in an instant. “What did you do?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly. He pulls desperately against the restraints that confine him to the chair, but even with his celestial strength, they don’t budge.

“I did what I had to,” I say with a soft smile, hiding the pain of knowing this is the last time I’ll ever see the angel I've grown so fond of.

“No…” he looks at me with pleading eyes.

I nod, tears welling in my eyes, threatening to spring free any moment. My wings wrap around me, in a subconscious effort to provide comfort. “You would’ve done the same for me.”

Lucifer clears his throat, attracting my attention. I drop the hand that caresses his cheek, already missing the feel of his warmth.

Castiel’s eyes stay fixed on me.

“How touching, you should really put that on a Hallmark card,” he teases.

I shoot him a look that could kill a man, completely unamused with his tasteless jokes.

“Well this has been a lovely reunion, but a promise is a promise.” He raises his left hand, pressing his thumb and middle finger together.

“NO!” Castiel yells, giving me one last panicked glance.

Lucifer snaps his fingers and the room turns white for a moment. The fire roars, reaching the ceiling and leaving little black scorch marks in a perfect circle. The flames calm down to embers, before fading completely and reveal an empty chair where my favorite angel once sat.

And just like that, the last of my life with the Winchesters is gone forever, slipping through my fingers like sand.

I slowly turn back to Lucifer, my watery eyes meeting his, surprised to find a hint of pity in them.

He crosses the room and pulls me into a warm embrace, kissing the top of my head.

I don’t fight it.

“For what it’s worth,” he whispers into my hair, “I am sorry.” he pets my wings in a soothing manner, sending chills down my spine.

I lean my head against his chest, placing my hand on his sternum. I sniffle and pull myself together, accepting that this is my life now and I better make the best of it.

Pulling back from his hug, I remove my hand from his chest and notice the red sticky fluid clinging to my palm. I step back and inspect his towering form. He's covered in crimson splatter from head to toe, even his wings are stained. I try not to think too hard about where it came from.

“You look like shit,” I chuckle.

He scoffs, probably not used to being insulted in a way that doesn’t end with him snapping someone's neck, but quickly gets over it.

“Let's get you cleaned up.” I grab his calloused hand, intertwining our fingers and pull him along behind me. I hurry down the long hallway, hoping to shake the ominous feeling that resides here and navigate my way back to the bedroom.

This room was initially my prison not so long ago. Despite the beauty and the effort that Lucifer put into making it comfortable for me, I still feel a twinge of resentment. It’s still my prison in a way, but can I really call it that if I chose to be here of my own free will?

I make my way to the bathroom, clearly remembering the luxurious bathtub in the center of the room, although at the time, luxurious isn’t the word I would use, probably more akin to suffocating.

I release his hand and shake off the unpleasant memories. Kneeling on the tile floor, I turn the knobs and the water pours out of the golden faucet. I’ve always found the sound of running water peaceful, it reminds me of the days I spent with my feet in the creek when I was young, a simpler time. I run my fingers under the stream, tinkering with the temperature until it’s a satisfying warmth. Using the bottle of bubble bath that he had acquired just for me, I squirt a generous amount under the stream, watching the fluffy bubbles form on the surface like a thick blanket. The heavenly scent of lavender fills the room, lulling me into a sense of relaxation.

Lucifer leans against the white tile wall, arms crossed and eyes fixed on me, quietly admiring me from afar. “You know, if you wanted to see me naked, you could just ask,” he jokes.

I don’t need to turn around to know that he’s got his signature smirk on display. “Don’t flatter yourself, you look a mess.” I roll my eyes, biting back laughter.

He chuckles, taking off his green button up, followed by his tattered beige t-shirt. It pools in a pile around his feet.

Satisfied with the level of water filling the bath, I turn the knob off and stand to my feet, drying the water off my hands onto my flannel.

“Okay, it’s ready.” I turn to see him undressing himself, not an ounce of shame in sight. I clumsily turn on my heels, facing away from him, trying profusely to hide the bright shade of pink that blooms on my cheeks.

“Like what you see?” He chuckles.

Although I’d never admit it, I can’t deny how beautiful he truly is. I wonder if he is just as stunning in his true form. What would an angel even look like? Would it be all wings and eyes like the bible says, or more of a glowing ball of celestial light like Castiel had suggested?

Lucifer steps into the water, the bubbles running up to his chest, covering everything below. He tucks his wings behind him, having trouble fitting his large wingspan into the grandiose tub.

Once I hear the sound of water settling I turn around to see him grinning at me. I give him a polite smile and return to my spot kneeling at the side of the bath.

He doesn’t take his eyes off me for even a second. “I’ve never bathed like this before, but I must say I understand the appeal now.”

“Yeah, it’s nice. One of the many perks of humanity.”

“Humanity,” he says bitterly.

“You know, it’s not so bad, I’m sure you would change your mind if you just gave us a chance,” I snap back defensively. I squirt a generous amount of the floral purple shampoo in my hands, rubbing them together until it bubbles.

“Hardly.” He rolls his eyes. “You’re the only human I could ever tolerate.”

“Not so human anymore,” I sigh.

“You’ll learn to love it.”

I run my soapy fingers through his hair, massaging the roots to really coat each strand. The white bubbles turn a light shade of pink, removing the blood caked in.

“Hmm,” he hums in delight.

“I think you’re maybe liking this too much.” I raise a brow in suspicion, but don’t stop.

“Is that a crime?” He asks.

“It should be,” I quip. Cupping handfuls of water, I rinse the shampoo from his hair, careful not to get any in his stunning red eyes.

He looks at me in adoration.

Grabbing the body wash, I pour some onto my hands and repeat the process of turning it into a bubbly froth. I start with his shoulders, scrubbing the dirt and blood that cakes his skin until it glistened.

His shoulders relax, his toned muscles releasing the tension that built up over thousands of years in a cage. He practically melts under my touch.

I move onto his arms and abdomen, stopping right where the bubbles from the bath lie, not prepared for that level of intimacy. All that remains now is his face. His stupid, perfect face.

He looks me in the eyes, studying my every feature as I bring my soft soapy fingers to his cheeks.

Carefully, I remove all the blood and dirt caked on his skin with gentle touches until his face looks as beautiful as the day I met him. I didn’t see it then, how stunning he truly is, but it’s something I can no longer deny. “Lean forward,” I demand.

“Hey, I’m the one that should be giving orders around here,” he teases, but complies, giving me access to his broad wings.

“Unlikely,” I reply. With a little more soap, I cautiously run my fingers along the top of his wings.

Lucifer hisses quietly, his wings stretching out as far as the bath will allow.

“Shit, did I hurt you?” I pull back immediately, shifting my weight onto my heels.

“No, no, please keep going,” he assures me, flashing me a convincing smile and relaxing his wings.

I nod, and return my hands to the same spot, massaging from the top of his wing to the end of his white feathers that glisten a royal gold under the soapy water. They are incredibly soft, softer than any silk in the whole world.

He moans softly, unable to hide how much he enjoys it.

I look at him quizzically, but continue cleaning them.

“They’re just really sensitive, but not in a bad way,” he says.

“I know the feeling,” I scoff, recalling the times I’ve touched my own wings.

“I’m sure you do.” He smiles, admiring the tiny wings by my sides.

I fold them neatly behind my back, hiding them as much as I can. I’m not someone that gets insecure easily, but I can’t help but feel inferior comparing my petite wings to his intimidating wingspan.

“I’ve never actually let anyone else touch my wings before,” he admits sheepishly.

“Really? I'm surprised. I assumed the devil has lots of demons lining up to please him,” I reply. I can’t stop the pang of jealousy in my stomach from picturing it.

He laughs, shaking his head no. “You’re different, you know,” he says softly, reaching a hand up to caress my cheek.

The Winchesters, Castiel, Christianity, they all make the Devil out to be some cold hearted villain. And maybe that’s true, but not with me. I see who he truly is, just a confused boy that’s desperate to feel loved for once in his life.

“Thank you Luce,” I blush. Finishing up his wings, I push myself up from my spot, resting my hands on the tub. I wipe my hair out of my face with the back of my hand, leaving suds of soap behind.

Lucifer smiles at this.

“Let me go grab you a towel.” I turn to leave the room.

“No need.” With a snap of his fingers, the bath is empty, he’s fully clothed and his hair, feathers, and skin are bone dry, as if he was never in the bath at all. He stands just a few inches away.

“You could’ve done that the whole time?” I snap, annoyed that I had just put all that effort into something that was completely unnecessary.

“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that.” He smirks. He steps even closer, looking down upon me until our noses touch.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re annoying?” I pout.

“Ouch, Y/N, you’ve wound me,” he replies sarcastically, dramatically grasping his chest as if he were having a heart attack.

“What else can you do with that angel mojo?” I cross my arms, leaning my weight onto one hip.

“Oh honey, you have no idea,” he whispers.

“Enlighten me.” I raise an eyebrow, keeping my gaze strong.

Lucifer lightly presses his forefingers to my temples and a surge of pleasant electricity flows through me.

I feel a cold coil intimately wrap around my core, clashing with the heat inside me. My vision morphs into a bright white light. It isn’t unbearably blinding, but rather comforting and peaceful. The world spins and the sound of thunder clapping fills the room. I feel an overwhelming rush of euphoria lighting up every nerve, better than any drug they sell on the street, it's like all of my worries melt away and all that’s left is peace.

His fingers pull away from my forehead and he wraps his arms around me to keep me steady as my vision returns and I come crashing back down to reality.

“What. The. Fuck,” I pant, still feeling a lingering high.

“Not so bad, right?” He jests.

“You’ve got to teach me how to do that!” I playfully shove him on the shoulder.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head,” he pats my hair, “I’ll teach you all that and more.”

Perhaps this won’t be so bad after all, I smile to myself.

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London Will Burn - Chapter Eleven.

I'm so sorry it's late, guys! Blame my Chromebook, it just didn't want to do it. Agh! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, as always :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten

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Words - 4,505

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI.

The wind was chilly against his cheeks as he walked through the park, but otherwise, March had arrived in a bloom of sunshine, Sean knowing he was early, but designing it that way. Being late would likely aggravate the mother of his child, and he didn’t want to give her further reason to stack against her dislike of him.

Geniality and Sean didn’t often go hand in hand, but he was learning that in this instance, they truly had to. He had to make nice for Tiger, to even stand a chance of being included in her life. Lateness would be frowned upon by her mother, very much so. Again, it was yet another thing Rin held over him now in terms of power, and by god, did it piss him off.

It irked him because he knew she likely derived much pleasure from it. Even more so that he deserved it.

He did hope that they could move forward away from it all now, though, now they’d had it out with one another. His hopes were for a smooth relationship in co-parenting their daughter, and he wasn’t about to let his ego get in the way of that, regardless of what she would do with her own.

Sitting down on the bench outside of the small, gated off playground area, he scanned the surroundings, seeing that he wasn’t the only one who had arrived early. There she was, being pushed on a swing by her mum, demanding she be sent higher into the air.

He’d been much the same himself at six.

“Come on, little mouse.” Halting the swinging when she spied Sean, Rin lifted her from the seat, taking her hand. “Look, mummy’s friend is here, and look at the lovely dog he’s brought with him to see you, too!”

He couldn’t keep the smile from his face as he watched her drag her mum over the woodchip and out of the gate, impatient to reach him. Well, he sensed her excitement was more focused upon Butch, who sat with his ears pricked.

“Hi! I’m Tiger, who are you and what’s your dog called?”

Straight to the point, no messing around. Apples and trees and all that. “I’m Sean, and this is Butch.”

“Hi, Sean. Hi, Butch! Is he friendly, can I stroke him?”

Her enthusiasm continued to delight him. God, she was so cute. “He is, and yes you may.”

“Awww, he’s really soft! Mummy, feel his head!”

Rin obliged, reaching to stroke his crinkles. “He is, isn’t he? What a sweet boy. Hello, Butch, hello!” She smiled, turning to Sean. “You don’t strike me as the dog type at all. Who did you borrow him from?”

“Nobody,” he confirmed, rooting in his pocket. “Tiger, hold your hand out and ask him to give you his paw and he shall. Then reward him with this.” He placed the treat into her hand, Butch almost cracking the ground with the thump of his sit. “He’s my dog,” he then continued, Rin arching an eyebrow in surprise.

“Paw!” the child asked, Butch obediently placing it upon her hand. “Good boy!” The treat was fed, Tiger giggling with mirth. “Sean, can I walk him, please?”

“Of course.” He then turned to her mother. “She’ll be fine, he’s impeccably well behaved. I’ll hang onto the top of the lead, just in case of pigeons.”

“Alright.” They got up, Sean handing the first handle loop upon the long lead to Tiger, keeping hold of the last one himself as they set off along the path. “Tiger, don’t run. Just walk nicely with him,” she instructed, her daughter turning to poke out her tongue, Rin returning the gesture. She then turned to Sean, who’s smile was yet to diminish. “She’s lovely, isn’t she?”

He pointed at her, swallowing a lump in his throat. “I can’t believe something that beautiful came from me. She’s... luminous. She’s so bold and confident. It’s a lot to take in, so pardon me if I’m at a loss for further words.”

Rin smiled. “It’s fine. I’d say I get it, but I don’t. I’ve been with her since the start whereas you haven’t.”

A darkness crossed his features, but it quickly vanished. “I wish I had been.”

“I know.” Seeing him there, the way he reacted to their child, it was the Sean she had come to know seven years before. If she was honest, she wished he had been there, too. It would have been too much of an ask, though, for her to have let him back in at that time. To make sure she did not was why she’d ended up in Africa, after all. Her parents had wanted her and the baby as far away from Sean Wallace as they could physically get them.

“So, tell me about her,” he requested, turning to look down at Rin. She seemed far away for a moment, her frown eventually lifting as she brought herself back from it, the exile to Africa, from looking at her newborn and every day watching her grow more and more into the image of her father.

“As you say, she’s very confident, very sure of herself. Because of her upbringing, she’s firmly rooted in nature. She was very confused at why she couldn’t go and play with the lion cubs at London Zoo when we visited recently, since of course she was able to fuss them back at the reserve when they were tiny. She’s settled well into school over here, but she does miss home, so I intend to take her back whenever time permits during half term. Her favourite things are anything artistic, and she enjoys reading.”

Again, he had been much the same when he was six.

An awkward silence followed, the two people who still held one another in varying degrees of contempt forced into civility for the sake of their child, both focusing upon her rather than one another.

“So, why the dog?” Rin finally asked, nodding to where Butch trotted along obediently beside his new companion.

Because his life had fallen apart and left him chronically lonely, with nobody other than a brother he only saw once a week and a sister even less than that, due to their conflicting schedules. He wasn’t about to reveal that, though. “I like dogs. I’ve been meaning to get one for a while, but obviously the last couple of years have not been the ideal time for facilitating such.”

She snorted softly. “I’ll say.” Watching him fall from afar had given her pleasure for a time, and if she was honest, it still did. She wasn’t entirely made of stone, though. “I was sorry, to hear of your father’s fate.”

“So was I, in the beginning.” His jaw tensed, remembering everything that had come from it, the life Finn had hidden from them all, how he had screwed them, screwed him, ultimately. His eyes met Rin’s, shame tightening his lips. “His true intentions softened the blow somewhat.”

“You must be still reeling from it, I would imagine. If not him, then your mother’s duplicitous nature. Has she made attempts to reconnect with you?”

His eyebrows knitted. “All the bloody time.”

Marian was still around in their world, but not the capacity she had once been. She now worked for Ed, cast down in the pecking order by Rin herself, but with a close eye kept upon her, should she attempt to rise once more. “I cannot say I blame you for not wanting her back in your life. Not after what she did to you and Billy.”

“Okay, that’s enough of the lamentation towards my fucking shattered family, Catherine,” he warned quietly, fixing her with a glare.

She looked unfazed. “I’m not persisting to aggravate you, Sean. Truly, I have little else to talk to you about. The silence makes me uncomfortable.”

“It never used to.”

She scoffed, shaking her head. “A lot of things were different back then.”

They just couldn’t help themselves, the little swipes, both frosting over and remaining silent, Tiger gladly breaking the tension after a terse couple of minutes.

“Mummy, are we still going to feed the ducks?”

“Yes, little mouse. Take a right when we reach these trees ahead,” she replied, pointing to where the footpath forked.

“Sean, are you and Butch coming with us?”

“We are, yes.” More silence followed, Sean feeling his insides unclench when Tiger began asking him questions, what he did for a job, how old Butch was, what was his house like, and then narrating to him all about her home back in Africa and how she preferred it there.

He played nothing short of a captive audience while listening to her, remarking at how well she spoke, even for such a tender age. What got him the most, though, was when they arrived at the pond and she reached to grasp a dainty hand around his fourth and fifth fingers, marching him over to the edge where the ducks were waiting.

“You go,” Rin offered, grabbing Butch’s lead, pulling a bag of defrosted peas out of her handbag and swapping them. “I’ll stay back here with the chunky fella, just in case his thoughts over ducks match those toward pigeons.”

He widened his eyes. “Oh, trust me. They do.”

She snickered softly, pulling back the excited dog when he began to strain against the hold of his harness, moving to a nearby bench to observe the interaction between father and daughter. It was a warming sight, watching the easy interaction, taking her by surprise from Sean’s perspective for sure. He took to it like the very birds upon the pond before them, crouching down as he pointed to the ducks, explaining what each type was to Tiger.

“I like the swans, they’re so pretty!”

“Very cantankerous, though.”

“Sean, what does cant-cank... that word you just said mean?”

He chuckled softly, reaching for another handful of peas. “Cantankerous means bad tempered, as swans usually are. Hear that noise? They’re hissing at the others because they want all of the peas for themselves.”

“Bad swans!” Tiger admonished, “greedy birds! Pretty and greedy!” When the hissing offenders swam a little too close for comfort, she moved into his embrace, Sean lifting her into his arms as he stood, Tiger continuing to pelt the grateful ducks with the contents of the bag, the swans hissing abated slightly. “What’s that one over there, Sean? The one going under the water?”

“Hmm, I don’t know if I’m honest. Shall we ask mummy?”

Rin wasn’t sure why it was, exactly, but she felt her throat pinch at hearing him say that, Sean turning to her expectantly. “I’ll Google it.” She knew it was a Bufflehead, but needed a moment to compose herself from bursting into tears. “Bufflehead.” she called after a few moments, the lump in her throat swallowed down.

“That’s a silly name,” Tiger mused, up ending the rest of the bag before handing it back to her dad. “Can we go back to the swings now, please?”

“I don’t see why not.” he told her, placing her down. Once again, she grabbed his hand, Rin and Butch joining them as Tiger began to detail exactly which ducks she was going to draw once she arrived home. Immediately, the lump returned.

“I must be fucking ovulating or something,” she thought, aghast at her own emotional vulnerability, witnessing what in truth was exactly what she had hoped for, a successful first meeting between Tiger and her father. “Fucking pull yourself together, Catherine.”

Conveniently, Butch decided to lower his bum at the side of the path, Rin nicely distracted by the imminent poo to collect into a bag, taking one from the small reel clipped onto his lead.

“You don’t have to clean up after my dog, Rin,” Sean spoke on approach. She had straightened with a knotted bag in no time, though, Butch kicking up grass and leaves in the wake of his deposit.

“Well, I cleaned up your child’s shitty bum for the first two years until she was out of nappies, so cleaning up one dog turd is no big stretch,” she mentioned quietly, so those very little ears of said child did not overhear her statement.

He smiled, his eyebrows fluttering. “I would have done my share there, too. And the getting up during the night to tend to the obligatory newborn squealing.”

She believed he would have, exchanging a gaze with him for a few moments, remembering the time so well. “There wasn’t much of that, she was a very good baby, very quiet.” Tiger had been, too. Sometimes Rin had even had to wake her for a feed or nappy change, so enamoured with sleep as the infant had been.

“Perhaps she isn’t quite as like me as I thought.” His statement stirred her soft laughter, the three of them continuing to walk, Butch pottering along with his nose to the ground. “She is a credit to you, though. A very lovely child.”

Thinning her lips, she nodded. “Thank you. I’m glad you’re both getting along.”

They remained at the park for a further hour until the light began to fade, heading their separate ways, Rin stating that they could perhaps meet up again the following Saturday for lunch. Sean walked back to his car on a cloud he hadn’t felt in a long time, happiness abounding for having spent some time with his daughter, even though of course she had no clue over that. For him, it was good enough that he knew who he was to her.

Rin had also been warmer with him for the most part, although of course they’d fallen into a little biting badinage here and there. He had to expect that, though. He had some serious work to do in order to be seen as anything more than A – the man who had sold her trust via such nefarious means in secretly filming them having sex or B – a man who hid money through his company for her.

He had to be more than that.

He’d failed at showing his father that he could be anything more than he’d once estimated. Sean knew as he drove away from the park, he would not fail another. Especially not his own daughter. Not that she was the one who had to see him in any other light, of course, but to have a proper relationship with her, it meant her mother did.

His week passed in a blur of meetings, construction site attendance, trips to Birmingham and Manchester to meet with his new teams in both cities, Sean sitting at a table within a small restaurant just off the King’s Road before he knew it.

“How did Birmingham go?” Rin asked, squeezing lemon over her calamari, shaking her head at her daughter, who had ordered the same and was biting into the wedge provided, Sean looking on in disbelief. “She likes sharp flavours.”

“As it would appear.” Tiger noticed being watched, smiling a very gummy smile at her parents, missing another baby tooth since she’d seen her dad last. “Birmingham was successful. Greg Bennett isn’t nearly as difficult as others have made out to be, but a complete t-o-s-s-e-r all the same.”

Rin was impressed, both at the spelling of bad language to save her daughter’s ears, and the fact Sean hadn’t been dented by the Birmingham project manager whom she’d heard so many mixed reviews over. A man great at his job, but with an insufferably arrogant attitude.

Luckily, since she was the silent, illegitimate footing in the Wallace Corporation, and Sean the face of the legitimate side, she’d never have to deal with him. She couldn’t deny though, if he had returned and told her he’d been in any way irked by Greg’s demeanour, she’d probably have found a certain amount of Schadenfreude. The more mature side of her realised that wasn’t conducive for smoothly running business, though, so put aside her need to needle the father of her child for then, at least.

She managed to do so whenever they met up for him to spend time with Tiger, as it began to become apparent with more of the meetings that passed, but in business? It was a different story entirely. Especially when Sean managed to score points over her for a change.

The warehouses that bordered along the docks owned by Cavanagh Enterprises were deserted at 11pm, the time Rin had called a meeting between her and the figureheads of London’s underworld. A few forklifts shuttled around, carrying cargo, but far from the warehouse Sean walked into after stepping from his car, instructing the driver to wait. He’d been on his way home from a late business dinner when she had called, demanding his presence.

Nodding to Sokoro and Silas, the latter patted him down for weapons, taking his gun from him before swinging the heavy door open, the only lights visible coming from the far side of the huge space, shining down into an area between the lined up packing crates. Once he arrived within it, he witnessed an already present Rin, along with Kingsley Adeoye, head of the Nigerian gangs and more notably, Lale, Ed and Luan as well as their various associates. Bar the latter, it was the first time he’d seen any of them in months.

He viewed them all coolly with a nod, not expecting for Ed to move away and step to him.

“If we can sweep the past behind us, Sean,” he began in earnest, his demeanour that of humbleness which matched his words. “For Alex, and for what we once had. A fresh slate?”

His response was delivered just as coolly as his first glance. “Done away with your desires to see me dead and buried now, Ed?”

He’d expected such, knowing Sean rarely forgave or forgot quite so easily. “Your value within our world has been reminded to me, shall we say. And once, you were valuable to me besides that. I would sincerely like for us to move forward once more.”

“And the value of my mother to you?” Immediately, Ed looked uncomfortable, pausing in his retort. “I think there is too much water under the bridge to begin sweeping that past away for now.” Stepping around him, he moved to the far corner to stand away from the rest, feeling the stare of Lale boring into the side of his head.

Fantastic. Two scorned lovers and a man he’d once thought of as an uncle trying to make good once again. He wished he’d turned his phone off and been unreachable in the face of such. The space between them was then entered by Luan, the big bear of a man nodding at Sean as he discreetly made a series of gestures with his hand.

“Rock, Sean Wallace, hard place.”

He couldn’t help but let a slight smile tilt his lips, even if it was at his expense, Luan giving him a soft elbow to the arm as his own smile grew beneath the bush of his beard. “The more I learn your language, the more I like these English sayings. There is an Albanian one that I think perhaps applicable to you right now.” He paused, watching Sean’s eyebrow flutter curiously. “Kush ka turp vdes per buke.”

“And that means?”

“Those prone to shame die from hunger.”

Wise words, he thought. Especially since shame was the emotion the two women present would have liked him to suffocate from for his misdeeds towards them. Looking towards Rin, she paced slowly in a line, checking her watch every so often, the sound of a vehicle entering the warehouse filling the space after a few silent minutes.

The man he recognised as Marcus, one of Rin’s henchmen stepped out, going into the back and pulling out a bound and gagged Iranian man, who already looked as if he’d taken a considerable beating, he and the man he knew to be called Atticus dragging him into the space. A large hook hung from the overhead beams upon a chain, the men lifting his struggling body to suspend him from it. Rin reached for his gag, pulling it from his mouth, his tirade beginning immediately.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, huh? Do you think you’re your goddamned father? Fucking little bitch, how fucking dare you! I did nothing to you, nothing!”

Rin rolled her eyes, her fist meeting his solar plexus. He was quiet then for a moment. “Oh, cut the bullshit, Bahram. I had all of this crap from your predecessor. I had hoped you’d be different, but no.” She then turned to the assembled figureheads, gesturing back to Bahram. “We had five kilograms of heroin go missing from these very docks two days ago, as well as a quarter of a shipment of guns. I firmly believe this to be the work of the Persian’s, who have been set against me since my takeover. Understandably, we need this problem irradicated.”

“It wasn’t him.”

Her eyes narrowed at the interruption, turning to watch as Sean stepped forward. “I beg your pardon?”

“You heard, Catherine. It wasn’t Bahram.” He paused, smirking, knowing he had one up on her and absolutely delighting in it. “Remember when I mentioned to you that lack of a poker face you suffer? Well, you aren't the only person here present who lacks such. Your father was the messiah of reading faces, as was mine, and mine taught me well how to read the innermost emotions, all from a flicker of facial muscles.”

Her heart began to race, a tight feeling of uncomfortableness pinching at her muscles, Sean continuing. “You see, every single person in this room reflected their thoughts upon hearing they’d been ripped off accordingly in how they wore their facial expressions. All except for one. One who immediately looked nothing short of smug, to see you’d pointed the finger of accusation toward another.”

He reached quickly for her gun, turning it upon the one man whose face had given him away. “Where’s our product, Kingsley?”

“What the fuck, Sean?” he spluttered, laughing.

“You fucking heard me. I asked you where the product was. I believe you have been in receipt of a fuckload of contraband not destined for your greedy hands exclusively.” The atmosphere grew tense, the men employed by Rin all drawing their weapons to point right at the Nigerian and his three associates, Kingsley’s eyes swivelling.

Sean then moved speedily, grasping the man standing closest to him, pressing the gun against his head. “Tell me. Tell me now, or it’s your son here who suffers.”

Kingsley chuckled darkly. “You don’t have the balls, Wallace. Just like she is not her father,” he nodded at Rin, his gold toothed smirk growing, “you are not Finn Wallace.”

“No, I am not.” Aiming the gun down, he blew a hole straight into the knee of Uzoma, his father’s eyes widening in horror as his boy screamed in agony. “I’m fucking worse. Now, before I blow his other knee out, you’d better begin talking. The boss is waiting.”

Rin stood tight lipped with her arms folded, her eyes glittering dangerously as she waited, Kingsley remaining on mute. Looking to Sean, she watched him shrug before swiftly firing another slug straight into Uzoma’s right knee, the man collapsing with a shriek.

“Dad, fucking tell them! Please!” he pleaded, confirming Sean’s suspicions.

“it’s his head next, Kingsley.”

“Please, dad!”

Kingsley balled his fists, hissing in rage. “Fuck!” He paced, rubbing his hands down his face with heavily adorned fingers, the gold of his rings twinkling in the low light. “The African Market on Manning Road, E10. Your guns and heroin are there. Just let my boy go.”

With a single nod from Rin, her men exterminated the Nigerian’s present. “Cut him down.” She ordered, nodding in the direction of Bahram as the embarrassment of being wrong warmed her cheeks and slithered through her stomach like an eel. She turned to Sean, taking her gun back, her jaw set. “A word.”

He followed her from the warehouse, the cool night air whipping across his face as it blew in over the water, rounding the corner to have her turn, her fist meeting his eye.

“What the fuck, Catherine?”

“How dare you fucking make me look like an idiot in front of everyone, you little snake!”

He could barely believe her gall. “Make you look like an idiot? No. You did that all by yourself, stringing up a man who had fuck all to do with the theft on pure suspicion alone. In this world, you check your facts, or you come unstuck. Imagine how fucking unadhered you would have become, had I not alerted you to the true perpetrators!”

“Oh, and you fucking loved every second of it, didn’t you?” she hissed, the tendons in her neck popping as she gritted her teeth.

“With how much of a bitch you are to me concerning all things business then yes. Yes, I fucking did take pleasure in needling you back for once, but trust me, I did it to stop you from getting yourself hunted down by the fucking Persian mafia above anything else. But of course, you and your insufferable arrogance, you likely don’t see that at all, do you?”

The embarrassment of it all, her first big rookie mistake as a leader did nothing but continually wash against her insides like acid, Rin loathing the fact he was right. “If you think you’re seeing Tiger next week after this, you can forget it, Sean.”

He lunged, Rin quick to raise her gun, finding her wrist gripped hard as he charged her back against the warehouse, slamming her hand into the bricks until she released it, his other hand curling around her throat. “Do not use our fucking child against me.”

She smirked, panting for breath, their noses touching as he imposed himself further upon her. “Or you’ll do what?”

“Hang you out to dry with the fucking Persian mafia instead of smoothing things over. I know them, I’ve dealt with them for years. With my intervention, I can make all of this go away. Without it, your arse is in more trouble than your alleged clout can get you out of. Choice is fucking yours, Catherine.”

She snarled at him, but her eyes, oh, how he read her so flawlessly. “While you’re making that choice, I implore you, become more efficient in reading people. You might also want to do better at hiding what lurks beneath within yourself, too.”

“What the fuck is that meant to mean?” she spluttered, his grip tightening upon her throat, lips curling into a grin as he leaned to her ear, the skim of his lips sending a forest fire right through her.

“We both know exactly what it means.”

He left her there burning, with more than just fury at what his actions had provoked.

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Eivor x Fem!Reader - Destined

A/N: So, you're a seer that has a vision of Eivor freeing you from your terrible circumstances, however, you quickly find out she'd not just your savior.

Word Count: 5k. AO3 link

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You saw her as death amongst the flames, eyes a piercing blue with axes soaked in crimson. She raised one to you, droplets falling over the mangled body of your king. A violent smile made your body shiver. She mouthed the words your king always spoke over and over to you, but from her lips, you finally felt it was true.

“From this moment forward…you shall be mine.”

You abruptly woke with a sharp gasp, soaked in sweat. You lay there, heaving greatly for a time before you eventually smiled, cheeks flush with fervent joy. Finally, long had you waited to end this torment, and now the future was clear to you. All you had to do now was wait…and soon, your savior would come.

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When she appeared it was a week later, and she came seeking something you didn’t want her to have.

“Y/N!” You had been sitting in your room when your king called for you. You bit your bottom lip, not wanting to come out and meet whoever it was. Sometimes, the burden to see was too much, and you wished it all to be gone. However, at the second cry of your name you rose, quickly moving before his voice grew angry.

Her icy gaze fell onto your face, and despite not looking back at her, you could hardly breathe.

In your vision, her stature was that of power. Now, while you didn't look near her face, you saw it was true. You could tell that beneath her thick clothes, her body was war-torn and trained for battle. You sensed she was the kind of person whose only concern was to best herself, though you wished to see her face in real life and confirm it. However, you restrained yourself. That would come in time. For now, you simply drank in her mesmerizing aura, detecting a kind of contained curiosity laced in it. The kind of self control your king did not possess.

“She is a thing of beauty isn’t she?” You held your tongue, merely coming to stand at his side behind his throne. You held in the urge to vomit as you delicately placed your hand over his shoulder, eyes downcast.

“I am blessed with two queens,” the smugness in his voice was so thick it practically dripped off every syllable, "and she is my shadow. She sees all, and if you wish to prove your worth to me, Dane, she must first see you." He tilted his head to look at you, but you did not look at him. You didn't wish to see him anymore than you currently did.

"You know what I require of you, don't you?" You did, and for once you were happy to oblige.

The steps you took towards the Dane were heavy. You did not know what more you would see that hadn't already been revealed to you. She herself stood stiff, cautious as you approached her. You saw her hands flex by her sides, no doubt twitching for her ax. A reflex. Her weapons give her comfort. Certainly, she was a warrior.

Eyes still downcast, you paused just a foot before her. She was taller than you, smelling of the forest and a kindling fire. You breathed the scent in. You slowly exhaled out. No matter how many times you did it, your own powers were too much for you to bear at times.

Finally, you were ready.

You looked up into the sapphire pools of her eyes. There was a jolt of electricity between you two, and she sucked in a sharp breath. Her nicked skin and hardened gaze only made her beauty sharp. The scarred flesh at her neck was intriguing. Her eyebrows furrowed, face blatant with her emotions. The air was thick with tension, but it was sweet, and your eyes fluttered as you softly spoke.

"Who are you…" you asked not to her but to her soul, studying her gaze, "and what will you do for the king?"

There is a war in her. How odd. You sensed her soul was hers, yet also not her own. The Dane softly scoffed, raising an eyebrow.

"I am Eivor the wolf-kissed, and I am here to fight for your king…" Her confident drawl did not go unnoticed by you. It complemented the gravelly depth of her voice, "if he honors his word."

That is true, but it is not. She is also a king, but she is not. There were two truths to this Eivor and no lies. The impossibility of her puzzled you greatly. You stepped closer and really looked, attempting to shed her physical guise and sink your hands into the future of her soul.

This close, you both shared the same breath, and the heat of her body was addicting. Her eyes searched over your own in intoxicated confusion. There was burning in her eyes you knew all too well, though never on another woman before. Eivor found your mystery alluring, but you did not know why. Nor did it really matter. With little more thought on the matter, you ignored the hunger in her stare.

Focused, you reached up, fingers hovering just above her temple. There is another. A soul much older. Much more powerful…is she aware–

The tip of your fingers grazed her skin, and suddenly she was pulling you into a hot, branding kiss.

Her hands were greedy, grabbing a fistful of your hair to hold you still as her lips captured yours. She wanted you, and that desire was ravenous–making her grasp at your hips and thighs, kneading your breasts under her rough palms. She chuckled at your weak, needy sounds, breath hot against your ear as she teased you.

"What do you want? Use your words, love," she playfully mocked as she kissed your bare shoulder, hands cruelly dancing around the wetness between your thighs.

"How do you want me to take you?"

You pulled away so sharply, she could have been made of fire. What was that? Eivor had closed her eyes, keeling into your touch. Now her eyes snapped open as if coming out of a trace, her fiery gaze more alive than ever. This time, it made your own skin tingle and heart stutter, and hastily you stepped back.

"She…” you paused to hold in a stutter, feeling incredibly small under the weight of her stare, “she is the one."

With that you swallowed, setting your eyes down once again. You turned away to walk back up to your king, finding him looking gleeful that Eivor could be used. He nodded to dismiss you, and you offered the Dane one last glance, breath hitching in your throat when you realized she hadn't stopped looking at you in the first place. Your king noticed as well.

"Perhaps I will offer you my queen as a reward along with this alliance, should you succeed." Eivor visibly perked up at that. Your king dramatically paused before he sneered, "my actual queen of course." As usual, he is cruel to her.

You knew the real queen was a beauty simply aged, and a kind soul. She didn't deserve to be the butt of his joke. Now the queen offered a strained smile as the entire hall erupted into goading laughter at her expense. Eivor locked her jaw, clearly frustrated with your king's behavior. You wished you could stay longer, but to stay would cause suspicion, and besides…

You needed darkness.

You saw that she would succeed, and the lies your king spewed to her would fuel her with rage. Rather than fight the Danes he lied had done him wrong, she would join them. The massacre of the soldiers felt so real that you could smell the blood of them in the darkness of your room. You could feel the heat of the fires scorching your skin, the screams of the village filling your ears. Even if you tried to escape, destiny dictated that she’d catch you on her horse as you fled, or pull you out of this burning hall should you refuse to leave. If you hid, she would find you any place you chose, and if you tried to fight her, she would simply laugh and hold you close–

No matter how you saw it, she was the one. She alone would bring you out of this imprisonment, and through this experience, you would be bonded to her…but what had that other vision been?

In the pitch darkness of your room, you shivered. She had held you in both a commanding, yet gentle way. Greed in the form of devotion. Your skin warmed, and you softly sighed, replaying the vision back in your head. The tempting pull of her voice and her coarse hands, the way her lips felt pressed over yours–you felt your core tingle with need, and you blushed, shaking your head. There wasn’t much time left, and you needed to prepare. Quickly you gathered your things before slipping out of your room and over to the queen’s. She was waiting for you, as she always did.

“Y/N! You said she was the one, did you mean–” You nodded, eyes on your feet as you heard her let out a sigh of relief. Her voice bubbled with excitement, “Then we’ll be free? What must we do? Do we simply wait?” You shook your head, stepping towards her. By your demeanor, she immediately knew what you intended to do, body stilling with anticipation.

“My queen, may I…?” You still asked despite doing this several times already. She nodded, and with a deep breath you looked up into the queen’s eyes. Her brown eyes widened, even now she did not know where to look when you did this. You saw the paths she should take, and the ones that would cost her to lose her life, eventually speaking.

“...You mustn't try to save Erin. Her fate is already sealed, and you will die if you try.” You muttered softly as you eyed her. “The Dane Eivor brings back with her is cruel, and if he does not kill you then, it will be later…when you are broken, and no longer of use to him.” At your words the queen sucked in a terrified breath, holding back tears.

“There’s nothing we can do to save her?” You shook your head, and a few tears slipped down her face. “A-alright. Then what of you? When should we leave together–” Again, you shook her head, and her eyes instantly filled with more tears. Before she ended up bawling her eyes out, you quickly carried on.

“I will not die, promise. I have simply begun a new path, one bound to the one they call wolf-kissed.” At the queen’s horror, you smiled softly.

“Do not despair. She will not harm me. Now come–we must be ready when it begins.”

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You could hardly see through the smoke and soot, avoiding the villagers running by. You walked a path opposite theirs, with the edge of your dress and boots soaking in a mixture of mud and blood. The fire raged on like in your dreams, bright and radiant against the night sky. You did not fear the Danes you passed by–none of them even seemed to notice your purposeful steps, and the ones that did simply watched you in confusion.

When you finally saw her, she had already brought your king to his knees.

“You lied to me.” Eivor’s jagged voice made your spine quiver. Blood was splattered across her cheeks and clothes. She grabbed hold of your king’s hair, jerking his neck back to expose it to her bloody ax.

“You gave me your word.” Clearly, liars were a pet peeve to her. You watched your king as he babbled, finally reminded of what he was without his precious crown and silver.

Nothing but a measly, creepy old man.

“I–I am sorry! Take everything. The silver, the land–” He glanced around, spotting you. Hope lit into his eyes, though as you looked into his, you knew his fate was sealed. “T-take her! Take the queen, you want her too, don’t you? Have her however you please!”

Eivor looked up at you. Her gaze stripped you bare. For a moment you wondered if she had the same power as you. Her eyes narrowed, and her lips twisted into an amused smile. Her next words were like snakes coiling in the pit of your stomach, sickly alluring. At a time like this, with death and destruction surrounding you, she should not have looked as beautiful as she was to you.

“How can you offer me what I already have?” Your heart pounded against your ribcage from the arrogance of her words. Your eyes widened as she gripped your king tighter, raising her ax. He let out one more yell before she brought it down, and you couldn’t help but flinch as his voice abruptly cut off. His body dropped at her feet, but she already shifted her attention back to you.

Finally, the time has come. She lifted her ax, bloody as it was, pointing it towards you. Her scratchy voice, though exhausted from battle, still commanded you as a king would. A king like none you had ever served before.

"You heard your dead king. You're a part of the Raven Clan now–and I am the jarlskona you now serve."

The hour of my freedom.

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“I have a question.” Her chest rumbled against your back as you rode, breath ticklish by your ear. After you’d obeyed her words, she’d pulled you close, whistling for her horse before lifting you up onto it. She’d swung herself up behind you, thick arms trapping you between them as she held the reins. “Why did you not flee as the other queen did? Or were you waiting for us?”

Your eyes trained on your hands in your lap. Now that you were free, you didn’t have a clue of what to do next. Frankly, you hadn’t thought this far ahead, nor had you seen what your future entailed. Who was this Eivor exactly, and what would she do with you? She is a Dane…so she is from far away? Will we travel across the sea? You had lived in the halls of your Briton king for so long, you didn’t know much else about the kingdoms around you, let alone about Danes.

“I was.” You paused before mustering up the courage to continue, “...I waited for you.” It didn’t help calm your nerves that this was the first time your new ruler had spoken since you had begun riding either. Though, her eyes had ravaged you many times over. However, the rest of her men didn’t bat an eye at your presence. Eivor hummed, thinking before she spoke again.

“You saw this would happen,” at your nod she questioned you, “yet you did not stop it?” She gathered the reins into her right hand in order to use her left, rough fingers tracing the curve of your jaw. You let them guide you while you kept your gaze down, focused on her lips as they curled.

“Why allow this to happen?” You knew what would come from a lie, and you had no desire to hide from her. Not when you could easily see all of her secrets as well.

“I was married to a man I did not choose. So was the queen, and he was not kind to either of us. I foresaw a different path for us through you and decided to take it…must there be a reason more?” She shrugged her shoulders.

“No, but you could have ran. My men say you helped the queen get on a horse and flee…and then you walked through the remnants of your burning village, as though a spirit possessed, until you found me.” Her curiosity is so child-like. Demanding answers for things she will never understand. You let out a soft exhale, and she hung onto it. You were uncertain, with her hand gingerly holding your chin, what you would see if you met her gaze. However, you knew she would not rest until you gave her an answer.

When you cast your eyes up into her own, you experienced a sweetness you never had before.

“Eivor Varinsdottir of the Raven Clan, your destiny and mine are intertwined...” She tangled her fingers between your own, pushing you gently down onto the soft furs of her bed. Her laughter was like nectar to your ears, her smile the radiant sun. Eivor called you hers as her lips trailed down the middle of your chest, the Dane’s hair unwoven and tickling your skin.

Eivor stared down at you with a confused, grim expression. You couldn’t bear to see any longer, looking away with a weak voice as you tried to keep heat from coloring your cheeks

“There was no escaping you. Even if I tried, our paths are connected. You would have found me.” Her silence brought you neither comfort nor discomfort. When she spoke one final time, you couldn't tell what was on her mind, powers or not.

“What do you see when you look at me?” Ah. How were you to speak of it, when the mere memory scorched you alone? You inhaled, fingers curling to grip a handful of your dress.

“A life I do not understand, but it is…lovely, and fulfilling. So I will try to. Until the day I do.”

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That day did not take long to come.

“I have seen too much,” you whispered. You lay beside Eivor in her bed of furs, staying with her while they built you a home in Ravensthorpe. It had been a little less than a month since you’d come to stay, and you loved every second of it.

The people were kind, and they respected your gift. They did not demand you see into their future, but rather politely asked with hefty payments, treating your power as though it was…valuable, and not something they were entitled to have. You had never felt so respected, shocked the first time someone asked you to the point of tears. Back then you’d in turn surprised everyone around you, especially Eivor, as you usually had a very stoic demeanor.

When Eivor first introduced you to her room, you tried to act as if it was completely new to you. However, by then you had experienced enough visions to know her room like the back of your hand. Eventually, she noticed that you already knew where everything was, and at her question you simply responded that you had already seen it, leading to this conversation.

“Yet I feel as if I know nothing at all.” Eivor turned her head to look at you. You both lay facing the ceiling, nothing but the soft wind and buzzing insects filling the settlement’s night air.

“What do you mean?” Softly, you sighed.

“I have served many rulers since I was a child. Each wanted to hide me away and keep my ability for themselves. Then we would be conquered, or I would be bartered away, and the next ruler would do the same.” You bit your bottom lip when you realized you might have been saying too much. However, Eivor reached out, thumb brushing over your cheek. It took everything in you not to look at her, instead sucking in a breath as she spoke.

“It’s okay to go on. I’m listening.” Such simple words. However, they were enough to make you squeeze your eyes shut as if they’d pained you. You nodded, continuing on.

“It’s mine, and yet…I have never used this power because I wanted to. I have never been allowed to see just for me.” Eivor was quiet, thumb rubbing the same spot on your cheek over and over. Finally, she murmured.

“What would you want to see?” What indeed? What would you want to know better than yourself? You thought for a moment, and then with a shaky inhale, you became acutely aware of how Eivor was looking at you.

As though if she had your sight, she’d use every ounce of her power just to understand you.

“I would want to see,” you whispered just loud enough for her to hear. She was touching you, and yet you looked up into her eyes regardless. Her eyes flashed in alarm, knowing what it meant to look you in the eyes now. However, you saw no vision this time, only faced with the endless storm of her eyes.

“The depth of this desire you have for me. Show me, Eivor…” You reached out to trace her temple just as you did that day, now focused on watching her gaze darken and cheeks tint a tasteful red. The effect you had on her was intoxicating, spurring you on to the point of no return.

“Just how much you’ve wanted me.”

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It was all too familiar, yet enticingly foreign to you.

“Tell me what you want me to do.” Eivor murmured, voice gruff as she guided you to the bed. Changed, she already was handling you as if you were a delicacy, lips caressing the back of your hand. “For I have only desired to see your eyes fill with pleasure while focused on me.”

Her bluntness made your cheeks burn. She wanted you to have the reins of a situation where she would become so vulnerable? You didn’t think you were qualified, yet you tentatively nodded, sitting down on the bed with her.

Eivor knew she could easily push you down and bring pleasure to you regardless. From the sounds of it, even now she figured she would have to guide you to some extent, unsure if you knew what you wanted at all. However, after hearing about your past, and thinking about how she acquired you…

As you both sat on the bed and you frantically raked your brain over what to do, Eivor was mentally beating herself up. So far, she had acted no better than the rulers before her. She had killed your king, claimed you were hers, and then whisked you away after burning down your entire village. Sure–you had foreseen it all, and gladly let it happen–but regardless, your morally guided jarlskona felt horrible. Now, she was determined to make sure you felt as in control and safe as possible.

Glass, like glass. I will treat her as delicately as–Eivor snapped out of her thoughts as your eyes fixed onto her own. She was always keen on noticing when they did. Now they fluttered nervously up at her, and it was adorable. Rarely you expressed your emotions clearly like this, and Eivor savored it. Your trembling lips and flushed cheeks made her struggle just to stay still, letting you hesitantly lean in to whisper.

“Then um, could you…kiss me, Eivor? Please?” Certainly, she could.

You felt ridiculous to ask, but when you finally did you were met with a near immediate response. Her eyes twinkled, and she softly smiled, reaching out to cup your cheek within the palm of her hand.

"I can. Shut your eyes for me, love…" Your heart fluttered in your chest, and you complied. Eivor took her time to taste you, first gingerly pressing her lips against yours before parting them. She relished in every tiny noise you emitted, loving how you melted under her will. Her tranquil movements soothed you, letting you fall into her rhythm and she slowly fueled your arousal. She hummed against your lips as you grew confident enough to match her increasing passion, hands moving to gently hold fistfuls of your hair.

"Breathe through your nose," was her brief advice as she drew back, watching you gasp for air and heave with satisfaction. More forcefully than before, her lips captured yours once again. Steadily, she unraveled your nerves until you were filled with an urgent need. Her calm movements that had been perfect before suddenly weren't enough, and you were rendered desperate for more.

“Kiss me again Eivor, please...” Your pleading whisper was met with a soft chuckle before you drank from the sweetness of her lips. The greed you'd experienced before was here, though you wondered which one of you was plagued with it more. You wanted her lips to mark every bit of your skin, moaning as she moved to plant them down your neck and over your chest. Her hands intertwined with your own, pushing you back gently against the bed. She hovered over you as if to shield you from the rest of the world, blonde locks falling free from her braids like a curtain of sunlight above you.

“What else?” The teasing voice was the same, but it set a fire in the pit of your stomach more than any vision could. Eivor riddled your body with kisses as she waited for you to speak, sucking on your breasts to coax out a pretty moan.

“T-there. I need–Eivor–” You spoke the words once she got near your aching core. However, the vagueness of your demand wasn't missed, and Eivor thought she would give you a bit of trouble for your shyness. Just as in your vision, she danced around your wet folds, hot lips kissing the inside of your thighs. She teasingly grazed her teeth over your skin, softly biting and suckling the sensitive skin until you couldn't take it any longer. Loudly, you whined in frustration, and she laughed at your needy sounds, breath hot against your slick heat.

"What do you want? Use your words, love," Eivor playfully mocked, close enough that just the vibration of her voice left you in need, “how do you want me to take you?"

You bit your bottom lip, peering down at her between your legs. To say something so embarrassing… Her raised eyebrow told you she really wouldn’t make a move unless you complied, so with a heavy gulp you mustered up a timid response.

“With your mouth…please…" Your obedience was greatly rewarded, and you let out a silent gasp as her hot tongue flattened against your folds, dragging upward as she slowly took her first taste of you. You trembled, overcome with pleasure as she quickly fell into a rhythm of this repetitive motion, pushing deeper every time she stroked her tongue over your sodden heat. You squirmed, muffling mewls of pleasure. Eivor noticed your attempts to quiet your voice, frowning as she abruptly pulled away.

"I need you to be louder." She said matter-of-factly, gripping your waist and flipping you over. You squeaked as you were suddenly on your knees, face buried into the plush furs around you. Scarlet crept over your cheeks, neck, and even your shoulders as Eivor spread your legs apart. She exposed your glistening wetness to her without any room for imagination, hands firmly holding your thighs to keep you where she wanted. Her own cheeks were rosy as she stared, voice raspy with lust.

"I want everyone to know…that you belong to me." The words alone made your folds dampen, and when she brought herself back down, it was to devastate you. You were reduced to nothing more than a shivering mess of pleas, crumbling under her skillful movements. Eivor relished in all the delightful little sounds you made, proud as you grew more comfortable. She praised you through an offering of dizzying pleasure, relentless in her pursuit to ruin you.

“That’s it,” she groaned into your grinding hips, the tremors of her voice delicious against your twitching bud. Her lips wrapped around the sensitive pearl, sucking as she swirled her tongue over it. You quickly fell apart, gripping the sheets with echoing moans as your legs wobbled. Eivor held you steady, merciless as she continued to ravage you. Soon the burning of your core built up, and you cried out as you reached your peak, body overtaken with violent shudders. Eivor kept pleasuring you until you rode out your ecstasy, finally pulling away to let your legs give out.

You deflated immediately, softly trembling all over. On your side, you breathed deep, amazed with what had just occurred. Eivor hummed, loving the state you were in. At her angle, your wet, throbbing heat was still exposed to her, the shape of your ass and hips tempting. The bed dipped as your jarlskona placed her hand down before you face, leaning over you. The ends of her hair tickled your cheeks, and when you looked up, it was into eyes like the warm ocean blue.

“I will never get enough of you,” she murmured as she leaned down to kiss your temple, and it felt like blooming light over your skin. You shut your eyes, letting out a shaky exhale as her lips traced down the edge of your face, “is this also a power of yours? Your eyes alone drive me mad.”

She kissed the tender spot just under your ear, nibbling until you giggled. You lifted up your hand to trace her sharp jawline, thumb brushing over the scar on her cheek. She looked back at you, and in her steely gaze, you saw your fate.

Under the arch of flowers above you, Eivor held your hand. The sun was just beginning to set, orange and soft pinks making her beauty strikingly perfect. The entirety of Ravensthorpe was before you both, and the air was electric with anticipation. Dressed in all white, she held your face in the cups of her hands, the corner of her eyes crinkling and lips spreading into a wide smile.

“Little seer, did you foresee our paths coming to this? You have become my love, the sole source of my joy, and now…”

Tears swelled in the corners of your eyes, and you smiled up at Eivor, “Then have me as much as you desire, wolf kissed,” your voice a longing whisper, speaking the truth you knew would soon come to pass. “For I…was meant to become yours.”

“My wife.”

#eivor varinsdóttir #female eivor #female eivor x reader #f!eivor x reader #lady eivor #smut

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thekinkyleopard · 7 months

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The Happy Ending

A Sequel to “The Gathering” Found Here

Alistar x Draeko

⚠️Content warning⚠️

Sic Fic, Care Taking, Fluff, Smut, Cold Sharing

Description: Kanai brings Alistar home after his night out torturing the crew with his demon virus. Al is feeling extremely needy, and fiesty. His target? Drae. He needs his special pet. Very specific instructions, the mutt is more or less happy to oblige.

Author’s Notes: This part was supposed to be IN the original but it just NEEDED to be it’s own piece. So I shall starve you no longer. @aller-geez Owns Draeko and did the cover art!!

Alistar burst open the apartment door and immediately made a bee line toward the room Drae shared with Kanai. Originally Kanai and Al got a two bedroom apartment, and since Drae moved in, he just sort of shacked up with Kanai, but occasionally spent nights with Al. He flung open that door and made dead eye contact with the curled up pup who had yanked his gaze off the TV with a shocked suddenness. “Uh!? Oh! Hey Al!” Cheerfully his tone switched from surprised, to delighted, but then dead silent as his face fell. What the hell was he looking at?

“I am unwell,” he said simply, standing there, almost ominously.

“Okay, yes, I can see that, do you need someone to care for you?” He asked with a gentle casualness to spare him feeling pressured. The demon shrugged just staring at him deeply.

“I suppose you could say that,” his lips now pulled into a smirk, but his darkened eyes could only hold the demeanor of brooding dominance for so long. He broke. His body lurched forward, he gripped the doorframe for stability “Hhah’AETTTSH’uh!” Loudly the sound bellowed from his stinging throat, his nose dripping afterwards. Quickly he tried to save his bravado by clearing his throat and shoveling his hand over his moistened nostrils and lip.

“Oh Al…” Drae clicked his tongue before quickly getting himself out of bed and making his way over to feel the demon’s forehead with his palm. “You seriously need to lay down,” feeling slightly worried a bad cold could also, send the demon back into hell.

“What I need…” he sniffled loudly with a wet “SNndFf,” “is you to come to my room, and there’s a box…” he swallowed an over whelming amount of saliva that began to pool under his tongue. “Fuck…” he cursed at the inability to control any of the orifices on his body as of current. “And I want you to wear what’s in it first,” his voice, though strained and scratchier than usual came out incredibly serious.

“I…uh…okay,” the mutt tried not to ask too many questions, it never seemed to help either way, and once Al wanted him in on something, there was no way of getting out. He sighed shaking his head back and forth but, while Al turned to make the way toward his room, he stumbled, the smaller quickly reaching to snag his thin lanky arm, keeping the red head from falling forward.

“Jeez, you can barely stand at this point, Al! How long have you been sick??” He asked the demon clinging to his arm to keep his steady. The red head shrugged loosely.

“Since this morning?” He responded almost unsure, but he was pretty certain that was the truth.

“And have you taken any meds? Slept? Drank water?” Drae shot questions at him while he looked him up and down and could tell from a simple glance, the bastard hadn’t been doing anything to get better, just making it worse.

“I had a beer before the show,” he coughed harshly, a small squeak followed through the end of each one as his throat wheezed. His arm dangled across the mutt’s thin, small shoulders trying to keep himself upright as they spoke. Drae sighed now and shook his head.

“A beer is not productive for your health…Come on I’ll get you all situated but let’s get you in bed first,” the mutt helped to drag the tall, lanky demon back to his room and plopped him lazily, as well as heavily onto the bed, Al splayed out on his back as he stared up at the ceiling, losing himself in this distant feeling of floating away.

“Mmmk I’ll be here…don’t forget….box,” he lifted his arm to point his long black index finger toward the closet to which contained, said box. Draeko rolled his eyes, only to oblige and go toward the closet, opening it up to be greeted by a medium sized box. Curious. The mutt secured his fingers over the lid and swiftly opened it up, blinking several times trying to comprehend exactly what he was looking at.

“Uh…?” He questioned at first before pulling the pink material he had been met with, out. “Is this…” he muttered openly, more to himself than anyone. It was. As the material unfolded and opened up, it was revealed to be a skimpy, pink nurse’s outfit. “Alistar…where’d you even get this?” He looked over with slight irritation, Al smirked, but was still looking up at the ceiling.

“Spencer’s…thought we could use it for a special occasion….seems like one,” the demon spoke casually before the sudden urge to spill, threatened him. His body twitched, he rocked back and forth. “Oh…oh…Hh’HIH’TSCHHIEWW!!” He let it out, a small mist of spray falling above him only to come crashing back down to his face. “Oof I needed that,” Al sighed, schlucking his over flow of snot that kept building inside his nostrils, down his throat. “Man, those feel so fucking good, why do you hate them so much?” He asked and finally looked over at Drae, who was currently getting adorned in his new fit to appease the demon. As he slipped on the nursing uniform, his face was painted with a very bright red blush splashed across his cheeks.

“I? Uh…I dunno I just don’t like them…It makes me feel like my head is going to explode,” he shrugged his small, thin shoulders, finally zipping into the dress fully, nothing underneath. Al licked his lips with anticipation, a pointed tongue slipping out cautiously like a snake, also in part from the mess collecting across his mouth.

“That’s the best part though? It’s all this pressure…and I just want to fucking release… and it’s going to feel so good…sneezing is like edging,” at the finish of his sentence, Al bit his lower lip almost sucking on it as his eyes devoured the small mutt.

“Nope, two different things, you can’t convince me…anyway, I’m going to get you some meds, you don’t need to cum, you need to rest,” rolling his duo colored eyes before making his way out of the bedroom now. Al could only huff angrily. What did he mean? Surely he could have some meds THEN cum, healing and cumming are not mutually exclusive things. How dare the little mutt think he could deprive him. He’d teach him better.

Meanwhile, Draeko now making his way through the living room found Kanai, as he often was, glued to his screen researching, this time? The nuisances of co-dependency and toxic relationships. “Drae…would you consider yourself ‘co-dependent’ on me and Al?” His dulled heterochromia eyes peering over the top of his laptop now to gauge the other’s reaction before he paused blinking a few times with a smirk. “Donnie pick that out?” The hybrid blushed brightly again before nodding in response.

“No to the first thing, yes to the second,” sighing deeply with slight embarrassment.

“He has such good taste,” Kanai clicked his tongue as he took a moment to appreciate the fruit before him…but..there was plenty of time to pick it later, plus, clearly Al had plans if the pet was dressed up. He’d just borrow it for later, for research purposes. There’s a reason this pleases them both so much…maybe he should look that up too. Soon he didn’t even realize Drae had left the room again, now in the kitchen. Nai shook his head and returned to his previous task at hand.

The mutt was searching frantically through all the different medications they had available within their cabinet, but couldn’t seem to figure out what was necessary. This virus seemed incredibly serious, he’s never seen Al sick, frankly didn’t think it was possible. However, here they were. It’s fine. He grabbed some mucinex, and some standard Nyquil. This would help, hopefully, at the very least…he also grabbed a bottle of water and on his way back to the room, grabbed the box of tissues from the bathroom. Eventually, he was able to make his way back to Alistar’s room and begin to organize the things across the demon’s dresser.

Who in turn, sat up now, blackened palms flat against the bed as he watched every move the other made. “Sooo what’d you bring me?” He asked curiously sniffling his nose softly, nostrils stretching up and down.

“Medicine, water and,” gripping the box of tissues, he handed it now to Al. “Tissues, you’ll need these so you can stop spreading your germs all over the place…cover your mouth!” The mutt scolded and tsked him while also dramatically making the motion for covering one’s mouth. “You probably got everyone sick today,” shaking his head back and forth, the demon could only side smirk with an animalistic grunt.

“Mmm, yeah? I like it when you mommy me,” wiggling his eyebrows back and forth, the mint and grey eyed male could only roll his orbs back, though his lips fought, they did curl into a small smile.

“Cut that out! You need health care!” Very serious again he pointed an index at Al shaking it sternly before turning back and grabbing an appropriate amount of medication to dose him. “Now I don’t know the correct dose for demons…maybe it’s different…maybe it’s not…but if it doesn’t seem to help, we will up the dose,” nodding confidently now. Al shrugged his shoulders lazily and opened his mouth without haste, and rolling his Ruby eyes back with disinterest. It wasn’t til Drae’s fingers got closer to his mouth when the demon clasped his lips around the male’s index and thumb sharply, he slid his tongue around them to capture the pill. He swallowed it all while still gently sucking Draeko’s delicate fingers. “A-Al…” Draeko blushed brightly before snapping his fingers back from the other’s taunting mouth.

“Mmm, my bad, cub…impulsive thoughts…” winking one of his tired blackened eyes toward the mutt. Drae bit his lower lip trying to fight against the hormones slowly rising in him with each pressing antic.

“You didn’t…uh…want any water with that?” He asked still sitting very closely to the demon, Al dragging his index finger now slowly down the trail of buttons aligning the mutt’s costume.

“No…the only thing I want is you right now..” licking his lips hungrily before his hand swiftly, and aggressively gripped the material in a quick fistful and slowly pulling him closer. “Can’t you help me? Nurse?” The lack of emotion, the fact Draeko couldn’t see his soul behind those deadly, blackened scleras only made it harder for him to resist the danger of it, every time. Like a mouse caught in the corner of a really hungry cat.

“Al you’re going to get me sick…” he whimpered weakly as his eyes traced up and down the demon’s tatted, mischievously reddened grey face.

“Exactly,” he hovered just a little bit closer his tongue sliding over his own lower lip as he barely just inched away, and the mutt was feeling weakened by each second…. “Just say ye-…h’Hih...” until, Al hitched. Bringing him back into reality for what this situation really was. Draeko quickly stood up and Alistar released his grasp accepting the defeat for now.

“HEhH’TZSCHh’UE!” He sneezed into his hand for the first time, trying to mind Drae’s words at the very least, if he was going to get any tonight. Especially after that. His hand now wet causing him to open palm at the air. “Tissue….” He mumbled before finding the box behind him from when he sat it down. Snatching one sheet out of the box he quickly wiped off his hands, and face as well. “Is this better for you?” Side eyeing the mutt with his narrowed black eyes. The mutt could only smile in return, reaching over and running his thin fingers through the sticky, damp threads of Al’s long, red, messy hair. With his free hand, he put it over that of Al’s, the one wiping and helped dab gently around the anti-Christ’s face, until eventually Drae was the only one holding the tissue.

“Yes, thank you,” his sweet face and gestures only made the desires worse for the demon sitting in front of him. “Have you eaten today?” Lovingly the hybrid touched the back of his hand to Al’s burning forehead, he snuffled loudly, his nose so congested from the illness not even the mucinex was clearing him up. However, it was a fever dream to think human medications could be fruitful to his demon snot. He grabbed another tissue and began to violently rub at his nose in large circles, it clicked loudly as he groaned in the process. Drae could only pity his poorly demon.

“Okay well, I should make you some soup then, because good food is important, you need to eat, I can’t keep telling you this,” shaking his head back and forth to chastise the red head who scoffed in return.

“Look, we dont eat in hell, it’s a new thing for me, my vessel doesn’t really signal hunger like that…” he shrugged again, it was an air of calm, causality almost yet, it was true. He could technically survive a long time in this vessel without eating, but it DID need to eat. So he sighed and grumpily laid back against his headboard and folded his arms against his chest.

“You are such a turd, you know that?” Drae chuckled softly shaking his head back and forth, his hair bouncing almost hypnotizing Al slowly as it did so. He just couldn’t stop thinking with his downstairs head as the mutt swayed around in that saucy pink outfit walking away to make him his meal. God he looked so delicious tonight. He knew he was going to have his way with the little hybrid, maybe pull him back by his cute little ears…he huffed loudly through his mouth.

“Uncle fuckin Christ…” he hissed, lowly in his itching sore throat. His head was pounding harder by the second, and the longer he was alone with his nasty, vile thoughts of all the ways he was going to defile the mutt, his cock had grown hard in his pants. “Cub’ll probably be a while..no?…” he palmed and teased his bulging jeans, digging the heel end of his hand for more defined friction. The possibilities…the idea of spitting into Draeko’s open mouth to force feed him his sickness. He let that one take him pretty far as his hand shoveled his hand through the hem of his pants, grasping at his length roughly, squeezing.

“Shhhhiiiii…” he gasped as he pictured his little pet sicker than a dog tomorrow when he was done, sniveling nose, dripping nostrils, puffy eye bags…it was enough to get him leaking already. “Yesss…” he huffed, holding in his breath, but when he felt he was losing himself too far to his habit, he pulled it back in. He couldn’t blow it like this, no no. There was always a greater, much better plan to follow. “Hh’h….no..” he sniffed loudly trying to shovel the feeling back inside. He was desperate to withhold himself from any further sneezing until he was balls deep inside the squealing mutt.

“Okay I’m back with yo-….Al!” Drae squeaked as he tried not to allow himself to spill the soup when he jumped. The demon looked over lazily, with the movement of a snail trying to cross the street, he pulled his hand from his pants.

“What? I got bored in here…was thinkin’ bout you in that sexy little outfit….” Lips pulling up in a devilish grin that made the hybrid feel very small and perceived in this moment. Incredibly vulnerable as he crossed the room to place the bowl at Alistar’s bedside table. “See? How can I not get fucking rock solid when you’re this sexy, bringing me soup?? To feel better?? Like you’re ASKING for me to pound you,” he licked his lips again, reaching his blackened hand out to grip him hard in one handful by Draeko’s asscheek.

“Okay but, at least eat first, alright?” He giggled swatting back at the demon’s hand and then teasingly wiggling his hips toward him. “Maybe, I’ll give you a treat…something that won’t involve me…catching your disease,” he shuddered a bit at the idea of being sick again any time soon.

“Mmm…promise?” he watched closely as the other danced about him, almost making him feel warmer than he already did in the first place.

“Promise! Now eat!” The mint and pink haired male nodded quickly almost getting impatient with the other’s insistent stalling. Did he really hate eating that much? Well too be fair…he was kind of distracting.

“Mmmh…feed me?” Raising a thin red brow looking up at Draeko with those dangerous blackened eyes. What was he feeling? He hated this. He couldn’t read the demon. Was he being funny right now?

“Are you serious?” Draeko asked, raising his own thin mint brow in return.

“Please~?” The demon half smiled, trying to be a bit more convincing this time.

“Okay, okay, I’ll feed you,” the mutt giggled, rolling his eyes trying to hide the fact he was actually…kind of excited to help the larger in such an intimate way that no one else would ever be able to help him.

“You’re such a good boy…” Al whispered tenderly before Draeko brought a spoonful of the soup up to his lips. The hybrid blushed brightly again, shifting as he sat on the bed beside the red head. He couldn’t control the feeling going straight to his groin, those words. They were too good not to turn him into an absolute puddle. The demon took the spoon into his mouth, shlucked off the sustenance, and down his throat he swallowed it. They did this for a while in silence, just staring back at one another, deeply. It was almost unsettling to see the anti-Christ like this, but his eyes never left those black holes, before Draeko finally spoke, clearing his throat.

“See? It’s good right?” Asking the demon who could only shrug his shoulders in return, rolling with the punches at this point. Whatever got him to his main goal in time.

“I mean…yeah it’s okay,” he said honestly, after swallowing his last spoonful. “I’m fine now, I don’t want anymore of that… I just want this now,” his hand reached around and grabbed playfully at Draeko’s taut little ass, scooting closer to him on the bed and starting to nip impatiently at the male’s soft, inviting neck.

“You didn’t eat all of it though!” The mutt giggled nudging his elbow softly into the other’s side almost trying to suggest he wanted the demon off but putting forth no real effort to get him off.

“I want dessert now, Nurse,” he continued his motions, the bites getting harder as his other hand came up to cup the opposite side of Drae’s neck, grasping it so tightly a few of his fingers tangled in the mutt’s hair. Slowly he took larger bites, leaving darkened marks across his soft flesh.

“Fff…hnn..Ali…s-star…” he whimpered trying to shoving him a bit, but ultimately winding up taking a fistful of red hair and yanking it back with purposeful force.

“Ooohhh….little Cub…” he smirked and his blackened orbs rolled back. “That’s not how the game is played, is it? Be my good boy now…” nipping and pulling at Draeko’s flushed earlobe.

“So-Sorry patient Satanos…I shouldn’t forget…” shaking under the demon’s hot mouth against his flesh, soon the Anti-Christ began to twist and pull at the buttons keeping the dress sealed. Making a perfectly sized hole with a few plucked buttons opened now, he stuck his hand inside the hybrid’s dress to glide his warm palm across his chest. It was soft, silky, his fingers danced across the goosebumped skin, before finding a rising little bud, Al smirked.

“Mmm that’s much better…and looky here…found a friend,” he smirked before clasping his mouth back at the little dog’s jaw, biting the tightened delicate flesh, Draeko cried out. “Shh…Aht, aht…” the demon proceeded to whisper across the other’s moistening flesh. His index and thumb rolled and pinched, almost trying to pluck Drae’s stiffened little peak right off his chest. The slight tinge of pain caused a shiver down the little hybrid’s spine unable to control himself as he melted into Al’s palm. “See….? This is all we need to feel better isn’t it, cub?” Turning Draeko’s heated, blushing face toward his own hungry, and sunken one.

“Y-Yes, Patient Satanos…” Alistar growled at the sound, invested within the noises that escaped his little pet.

“I think it’s time I play doctor now, don’t you think?” Grazing his teeth over his lower lip before his body started to push forward until Drae helplessly fell to his back on the bed, Al hovering over him darkly crimson hair cascading over them.

“A-Al…but I’m not sick…you are! You need rest!” The smaller tried to protest but his body refused to deny the demon of pleasant, positive reactions.

“Why? This will make me feel so much better….” His hand slipped out of Drae’s outfit only to take both his palms and glide them up the other’s thin frame and sides. “First we’ll do your physical before we do some….medical insertion,” the demon snickered, his blackened eyes only made it that much more irresistible to the hybrid. It always felt so dangerous being intimate with Al, like at any moment he could lose himself and take his life in the throes of it.

“Y-Yes, Doctor Al,” unable to hold back the playful giggle that left his throat, wiggling his hips back and forth with anticipation.

“First,” the redhead gripped the pink material and then ripped it clean off the small body below him, the buttons popping and snapping off with loud plucks, flinging in different directions around the room. “This needs to go,” now his crimson gaze was heated and starving as it took in the sight of a very nude and lewd Drae laying underneath him. “That’s much better,” his fingers now started to trace, at first, softened patterns with his long nails. It began with gentleness, before it only got rougher, bright scarlet marks trailing down the mutt’s exposed front.

“A-Ah..~” the mint and pink haired man moaned softly, unable to keep his bodily squirming at bay. Alistar was enjoying himself, so much he almost had long forgotten he was sick, but it was far from that. The pounding in his head only matched the rhythm of the pounding in his cock, his stuffed nose making it difficult to get the full spectrum of Drae’s pheromones, so it caused him to sniffle harder, desperate to get a stronger whiff. However, it only left him needing more, his body heating over between pleasure and illness. It was the mixture of pain in his aching bones, and the desire in his pulsating cock that fueled his innate desires to devour and destroy the mutt.

“Hnn…seems here you’re going to need some extra special care….” Al’s long red hair curtained around him as he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Drae’s perked little bud. Sliding his tongue teasingly across the flesh. Pulling, biting, lapping at it without restrain. It was going according to plan…almost too easy, the deep pressure pounding inside his skull would soon be released, if he could withstand keeping it all in.

Al tried to keep his mouth too busy to focus on anything else, but the slight tickle in the base of his nose was really something else pulling his mouth back up, releasing the bud. “H…H’HDGXNT!” He tried to hold it back, but this feeling, it wasn’t as satisfying as the feeling of letting it all out. “Hih’AESSSHH’ue!” It came out in a strong gust as it decorated and splashed across the small 3 specied male’s chest.

“B-Bless you…M-Master…” Al looked his darkened eyes back over to see Drae still flushed, cheeks still pink and his eyes still half closed as the pleasure of it all. Fuck. Al loved it when the little mutt called him that. He could practically cum right now. Alistar lazily slid his arm over his leaking nose, so none would drip onto his little lamb.

“That’s it….” he quickly removed himself from his jeans, without removing the clothes themselves, he simply unzipped and pulled himself out. “Gimme your fucking mouth,” Al now had himself sitting up, taking Drae by a fistful of his hair he brought the mutt’s surprised written face to his cock, the mutt suddenly scrambling to his knees in front of the other. “Go on Cub, blow my mind like you always do,” licking his lips purposefully as those black holes stared the hybrid down into submission. Drae could only whimper in response before he was taking the demon’s length past his lips, and deep throating with a great purpose that caused Al to throw his head back. “Fuuuuuuck….just what I needed…just like that…” he bit his lower lip until a line of crimson dripped down his greyed flesh. His fingers, they never sought to give the smaller a break as with each bobbing motion, Alistar was in control of the exact tempo, not Drae. The mutt’s eyes squeezed shut as he allowed the length to plow his tonsils, body getting hotter, needier by the second as he continued his motions. Not fitting any in his mouth was unheard of as he made sure every inch was loved and attended. “Shit…I’m gonna..” his chest hitched and his breath caught in his throat like a surprise that he was expecting. There were two pressures, as the time passed and Drae’s mouth never ceased it’s motions.

Alistar was almost afraid he’d cum too soon. He was in pure bliss, was this what heaven was like? Honestly he hoped not, he’d be really pissed with his father for fucking that up. This was it, if he wasn’t careful this could end sooner than he planned. He gasped loudly, but it held in his throat before a loud sneeze bursted past the barrier of his lips, and the spray mist of saliva fell upon the other’s soft, features. “HEh’EZSCHhh’iiEW!” His eyes squinted shut while his body afflicted, nose scrunching it was almost a sight to behold for Drae. “Snnndfff!!” The anti-Christ snorted the most, if not all, of the mucus collecting within his sore, tickling sinuses.

This whole scene was almost far too much for Draeko, his hand moving down to pump at his own leaking, twitching length. Fingers curling around it but not given enough time to stroke before he was reprimanded.

“AHT! Did I say you could touch?” The demon looked at him with a seriousness that chilled the little mutt to his core. Drae lifted his head off the other’s cock with a pop, licking his moist lips to speak.

“I’m sorry, Master,” his flushed, wet face really doing too much for the demon. He grabbed him swiftly by the neck now, and then dragged the mutt into his lap.

“Hmmm I’ll take your apology by you doing all the work,” Al growled through his stuffy nose and gritted teeth, he gripped the mutt’s haunches and pulled his naked body downward on his lap, grinding their lengths together causing them each to moan. His own cock still poking through the hole in his boxers and jeans. There was no time to waste with pants. The redhead quickly excreted a small puddle of drool into his palm, only to bring it around and slide it over Drae’s waiting hole, pushing his teasing middle digit past the tightened puckered ring. “Oooh, I can tell you’re hungry for me, cub,” biting his lower lip, Draeko looked down at Al’s, duo colored eyes lidded and hazy, his ass just barely meeting the demon’s cock tip.

“Please…Al…I need you so badly…” his arms snaking around the demon’s neck, pressing both their naked chests to each other, sweat sticking, Al dragged his claws down the younger’s supple and soft back. He left bright red bleeding streaks in their wake before he whispered into the hybrid’s ear.

“Mmm at one cost little cub,” Al was very slowly, softly, a feather light touch, pressing his tip toward Drae’s hole.

“Anything….” Draeko replied almost breathlessly as his hips met each teasing grind.

“Open, your mouth…” Alistar’s voice like a rock being dropped into a still pond of water. Sudden, confronting, loud, in it’s own way.

“W-What?” He tried to sit back enough to meet eye contact with the other now, not that there were any clues to pick up from that.

“You want this cock?” The demon asked, serious tone and a cocked brow.

“Yes….please….” Now whimpering with almost a sadness as he could barely hold on to his need for more. Tears welling in the ducts of his heterochromiatic eyes.

“Share my cold,” his voice stern, emotionless, it cause the hairs in Drae’s arms to stand to attention, it was chilling. He nodded gently and opened up his mouth for the demon to see his bright, pink tongue. Awaiting.

“Stick it out,” he told him, again the tone, it was enough to make a baby cry how sinister, and selfish it came off. Exactly what the mutt needed in times like these, and so he stuck out his tongue.

Alistar, took his hand and now gripped Drae’s open maw, thumb on one cheek, his other four fingers pressing tightly together to squeeze his mouth open further, using a force that was sure to bruise. Al now focused, his eyes narrowing to look at the mutt’s open, awaiting mouth. It was coming…he felt it like a giant force was pinching his entire face. It all felt tight, an undefeatable stuffiness.

“Hih’AETTTSHH’uh!! Hh’TSSHEW!” Twice the Anti-Christ blew sneeze into Draeko’s wide, open mouth, before sliding his tongue flatly against the surface of the mutt’s own. The aggressive ways the spit wound up hitting across the hybrid’s mouth, caused Drae to flinch ever so slightly and this brought Al great joy. “Good boy…” he snuffled loudly before connecting their lips in a heated, rough motion. Teeth pulling at flesh, and tongues, despite the clear understanding of where they fell on the spectrum of homosexuality, regardless, battled for dominance.

“You have permission now…” Alistar told him. Drae then began to slowly push the throbbing length inside his wanting entrance, taking no time to adjust or get used to it, that was Drae’s favorite part. The slight sting of being entered so suddenly without adjustment. His hands clasped on each side of Alistar’s shoulders as he lifted himself up and down, quickly, there was no more waiting. The demon tried to keep at an even pace but the more his sinuses started to close up and sting, the less he could focus on how amazing it felt to be shoved up inside the mutt. His tightened ass squeezing every inch, how much better could it feel while sneezing? He adjusted his gaze, ah yes, ceiling light was on. Perfect.

Alistar looked up toward the light, his eyes squinted, and his face suddenly felt very full, there was no fighting this back, especially as Al allowed it to tickle, and feed the monster. He sneezes again, loudly, a thick film of saliva fills his mouth, before he swallows it quickly. “HEHH’DZSCHh’iEEW! HN’DTSCh’UH!” His eyes squint shut, and his nose scrunches significantly while the movement pushes through his face. He takes a deep breath as his hips involuntarily thrust upward into Drae further, his arm tightly lacing around the mutt’s waist, pulling him closer. They keep going like this for a few moments with Alistar’s claws digging into Drae’s soft sweating flesh. “I’m going to fuckin cu-H’HaH’TSSSCHIEEWW!!! !!” At the same time he lets another head bursting explosion from his mouth, hips throwing themselves up one last time before spilling his seed over. Hitting the mutt hard in his G spot causing him to cry out. Simultaneously, Alistar was cumming and sneezing in one fluid motion, just as he had wanted. His body convulsed, emptied, and the pressure in his head? It felt like a fresh lobotomy. No thoughts. Head empty. Just bliss. Draeko could hardly stand seeing the scene it turned him on so much. His body hot, orgasm close, all he could do was continue to milk and drain the demon’s cock for all it was worth, while working his own length, but a few strikes into his prostrate? Game over, the mutt was seeing stars and outward he came in ribbons across their chests. “A-Aaahh!!! Al!!!” He cried out while losing his sanity and emptying himself of every drop.

“That’s my good pet….” He coped gently, now running his blackened hand through Drae’s mint and pink locks, both of them sweating and breathing profusely. When suddenly it hits Drae like a sack of bricks, the realization of what he just allowed to happen….

“FUCK….now I’m gonna get sick! How’d I let you talk me into this??” Suddenly panicking, he tried to get up but Al just kept the hybrid anchored down to him.

“Easy, you’re a slut for me and Nai….we know we can always get your yes,” he smirks before pulling the mutt into the base of his armpit. “It’s one of my favorite things about ya…besides how soft you are,” burying his face into those familiar strands of hair that are much stickier than usual.

“Oh mannnn….” Drae groans loudly burying his face into the large heaving demon. “Well….was that at least everything you’d hoped it be?” The grey and mint eyes looked up at him curiously, a smile spread across his cheeks.

“Oh man Drae…I truthfully don’t know why you creatures complain so much about illness…” he huffed a chuckle through his nostrils. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” sighing with contentment before he found himself feeling heavier, exhausted. More so than he had ever felt, maybe that was yet another symptom of the illness. Being extra tired during bed time. He hummed lightly in thought. “Mmh,”

“Well, I’m glad I could help then,” the mutt giggled pressing closer to the demon, listening to the sound of his stuttering heart beat. Different than it normally was, usually it was like a hummingbird, and frankly sounded like it would pop out through his chest. Almost, pleasantly, it was slower while the two entangled with one another, yet another thing Al didn’t normally do, but there was something very special about this night. His first experience with a cold, with his favorite pet by his side.

The End

Author’s Notes: Well would you look at that! I done released the sequel in a week! Not two, not three, ONE! Ugh. That’s so nice. 🥳 I’m so proud of myself ~ Hope you guys enjoyed 🫶🏻

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Tw : description of self harm

'Hello there' y/n called out leaning against the door of the Slat. 'I hope you haven't forgotten about our date'

'DATE' Jesper asked wide eyed.

Inej's ear tips were red as she gave a small nod to Jesper who was now holding out his hands in astonishment.

'you jealous' y/n asked, walking up to them. Her pink dress flowing like water around her body. She wore her hair open today. All Inej could look at was her face, with eyeliner and a red lipstick.

'I can't say I'm not' he replied and wanted to touch the fabric of her dress, it seemed to be flowing even without air.

'Shall we?' y/n asked holding out her elbow for Inej to hold. Inej hadn't said anything yet. Was she scared?

She nodded and looped her arm loosely through hers and walked where y/n guided her. She gave a long glance back at Jesper who gave a thumbs up not knowing had led to the date and at Kaz who did and was standing on top of the stairs. He raised an eyebrow and told her to stay safe through his eyes.

'Where are we going' Inej asked finally.

'and here I thought you won't say anything throughout'

Inej looked down at that comment. Frustrated. It took her lot of courage to actually speak up and now it felt awkward. She sent a silent prayer hoping for more help. She could no longer deny her crush. She didn't know y/n but she was entranced by her, always wanting more. She was scared too but not enough to back away.

'no need to go silent you know ' she said smiling, loosening their hold on each other even more.

'I just don't have anything to say' Inej said, panicking slightly about having to let go of her hand. She enjoyed feeling her warmth and she was annoyed at herself for enjoying it.

'Tell me about your day' she hummed 'sleep well? '

She could barely sleep last night, Cain had exhausted her but also imprinted her, she did not want to see him in her nightmares. So she didn't sleep. Her knives were tempting, she gave in, cut on the same scars, smell of blood flooding her nose. Her skin grew sticky as her blood dried. She washed it up and went to sleep. She did not have dreams.

'I did not'

'Hmm?'

'I was thinking about our date' Inej admitted, slowly coming to terms with her attraction.

Y/n blew out from her nose slightly and smiled turning to look at Inej, who was already looking at her. 'were you looking forward to it I hope I didn't scare you too much'

Before Inej could respond, y/n motioned her to climb the ledge of the building next to them, her following behind.

'Climb till the roof, the stairs are broken so this is a better route ' she instructed.

Inej obliged, not wanting to think about her feelings.

For the first time she noticed y/n straining hard whenever she put weight on her right hand or when her thighs hit a wall even slightly. It interested her.

'What are we doing here ' Inej asked as y/n sat beside her dusting her hands and dress.

'Now we wait' she paused 'and talk'

'are you going to keep me in the dark throughout the time? '

'Gotta keep you interested' she winked.

Inej felt herself blush but kept a straight face.

'Look over there,' she pointed to their right 'That's Taunte Helen's room'

Inej froze, that's not a name she'd heard in long, it wasn't a name she wanted to hear ever again. Memories came flooding back.

Y/n clicked her fingers in front of her face pulling her out of her thoughts 'don't go in there just yet, look' she guided her face towards the room with the open window.

There she was Taunte Helen, on her table, 'Is she wearing tutu' Inej said looking more closely, her need to disappear fading at the absurdity of she was seeing.

'oh it gets better' y/n snickered and urged her watch, shifting onto her stomach and moving nearer to the building guiding Inej to do the same.

Helen put on fairy wings. Inej's mouth dropped open making y/n snort. And then Helen was doing pirouettes, bad pirouettes. She picked up a pen in between to wave around as a wand. Inej laughed, and for the first time this woman Taunte Helen wasn't an all powerful person, but a grown woman, dancing badly, in a hot pink tutu.

"I am out of words" Inej said finally, after having giggled with her for the last few minutes after which Taunte disappeared from the room. She winked

'No like, how did you know who she was and what she does and that she does that's Inej said waving her arms around vaguely towards the room.

'I know the city' she laughed

'You've known me too then? From before' inej asked, the question burning in her mind.

'I knew of you yes'

'Since when'

'Since you landed up on this cursed land'

'how'

'I keep track'

'You're awfully similar to Kaz, is it got to do with growing up in Ketterdam'

'Okay now that's just insulting, I'm way prettier than Kaz. And he isn't even from Ketterdam' she laughed slightly and winced.

'Kaz isn't from here?' Inej asked, when she actually wanted to know why she was wincing.

'Nope, he came here when he was around 11. Just before the plague, really bad timing '

'Why did you ask me out here' Inej asked breaking the silence that was starting to settle in.

'Well I figured you didn't know what I was up to, but didn't want to let you go with no consequences' she started 'also I noticed the extra stares I've been getting from you'

That was enough to speed up Inej's heart and make her plams clammy. Y/n smirked at that, not looking at her.

Silence followed. Inej wanted to say so much, ask so much, but could get nothing out. She tried starting sentences but got distracted by y/ns hair blowing in the wind and how close her hand was to hers.

#soc #six of crows #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #inej ghafa x reader #jesper fahey #ketterdam #leigh bardugo #fanfic #writing #writers of tumblr

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dialovers-translations · 10 months

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Shin [VAMPIRE ENDING]

ー The scene starts in the saloon at the Vibora Castle

Carla: ...Come here.

Shin: Eh...?

Vibora A: O-Oi! Do you have any idea what we are doing here!?

Vibora B: You sure have some nerve to completely ruiin our clan’s official ceremony...!

Zweig: ...Come on, wait. I am sure the Founder King has a good reason for doing so.

Vibora A: However...!

Zweig: We can always sign the contract afterwards. Now be quiet.

Vibora B: ...Understood.

Carla: Shin. ...Hurry up.

Shin: ...?

Carla: There is one final thing I must tell you.

Shin: Is that...?

Carla: ーー About your origins.

Shin: Nii-san...You knew...about it...?

Carla: ...Yes.

Shin: ...!

I’m so sorry...Nii-san...I’ve been meaning to tell you...ever since I found out...but I couldn’t find the courage to.

I couldn’t tell you, because I was convinced that you would never accept this tainted version of me.

Carla: ーー How foolish of you.

ー Carla embraces him

*Rustle*

Shin: Eh...?

Carla: Whether you are a Founder or not, you are still our Mother’s child, and my younger brother.

...When holding you like this, I remember the time when I held you in my arms right after your birth.

You have...grown quite a bit.

Shin: Nii...san...

Carla: ーー You are the next Founder King. Nothing changes about that.

Allow me to repeat myself one more time. You will create a future for us Founders. ...Am I clear?

Shin: You mean...That I’m a Founder...even if my blood is impure...?

Carla: Watch your words. I shall not allow my younger brother to say such things, not even about himself.

Shin: Nii-san...!!

I’ve wanted to surpass you since forever.

I’ve lived up to this point, because I wanted to grow even stronger than you are.

Don’t die just yet, Nii-san. I haven’t been able to do anything for you in return...!

Carla: ...Listen carefully, Shin.

An older brother has to make sure he always going forward, watching over his younger brother until the day they surpass him.

You have long surpassed me. That is why I decided to hand you the throne.

Shin: No way...Nii-san...I haven’t surpassed you at all!

Carla: ...Good grief. You are quite the handful.

*Rustle*

Carla: Then, show me that you have. Become a Founder King who is even more lofty and noble than I was.

And...Give birth to a new bloodline of Founders. The First Generation will be youーー And that woman.

Yui: Carla-san...

Carla: ーー Farewell.

ー Carla disappears

*Woosh*

Shin: Ah...

Yui: ( Carla-san...He’s turning into ash... )

Shin: Nii-san...forgave me.

...It was just like you said.

Yui: Fufu...I’m glad...

ー Kino walks up to them

Kino: ーー Ah-ah. How boring. I was looking forward to see the two attempt to kill each other.

Shin: ...Kino!?

Don’t tell me...Are you the one who told Nii-san!?

Kino: ...All I did was enlighten the ignorant fool. You should be grateful, no?

Shin: You...Cut the crap!!

*Woosh*

*STAB*

Kino: Kuh...

What’s this...power...I was...in the blink of an eye...

Shin: ーー I am a Founder.

Don’t underestimate me.

ー Kino collapses

*Thud*

ー Yuuri rushes to his side

Yuuri: ーー Kino!!

*Rustle*

Shin: ...

*Rustle rustle*

Yuuri: I’m sorry...Kino.

It is my fault...That you never understood familial love...

Shin: ーー I’d like you to come with me somewhere after the contract has been signed.

Yui: Eh...?

Shin: ーー I want to go see the Wolf King.

*TIMESKIP*

Monologue

After officiating the alliance with the Vibora

I was taken away by Shin-kun,

to the Wolf Clan’s territory.

After explaining the situation to them,

we were able to meet the Wolf King right away.

Ebert, the Wolf King,

whom I met for the first time,

looked very calm.

Perhaps that was the reason,

but despite being very worked up initially,

Shin-kun gradually calmed down,

and managed to talk to him in a very collected manner.

According to what the Wolf King told us,

Shin-kun’s mother, Krone-san,

felt very much tied down by all the obligations,

that came with being of Founder descent.

ーー Please,

do not hold it against her.

When Ebert bowed his head to us,

Shin-kun quietly shook his head.

Watching him from his side, he seemed very peaceful.

...Aah, he will forgive his Mother,

for what she did.

As I thought that,

I grabbed hold of Shin-kun’s handーー

ー The scene shifts to the forest

Ebert: ...You said your name is Shin, correct?

Shin: Yes.

Ebert: Actually...You are not my child.

Yui: ( Eh...? )

Ebert: I will not deny that through Ferzen’s help, Krone and I developed a relationship.

...However, we never went that far.

Therefore, you cannot be my child. You are without a doubt, the child of a Founder.

Shin: No way...

Then how come I don’t get infected with Endzeit?

...You’re lying to me, aren’t yーー

Yui: ...I don’t believe he is.

Even amongst humans, there’s special cases where people are naturally immune to certain diseases...

...Perhaps that is the case for you as well?

Shin: ...You think so?

Yui: Besidesーー Even Carla-san acknowledged you as a Founder and called you his younger brother...

So who cares about your actual origins?

Shin: ...

I guess you’re right.

Ebert: ーー We are not related by blood.

...However, since you are someone who reminds me of your mother, I do think of you as if you were my actual son.

If you are ever in need of advice, never hesitate to come to come as if I were your real father.

Shin: ...Thanks.

Ebert: If you don’t mind, you are free to live here.

Shin: I appreciate the sentiment.

But my home ーー is Banmaden.

...Let’s go back, Yui.

The two of us will give birth to a new line of Founders. ーー For Nii-san’s sake as well.

Yui: Yeah...!

*TIMESKIP*

Monologue

Various conflict arose in the Demon World afterwards,

to the point where the situation consistently got worse with each passing day.

However, partially due to Subaru-kun’s efforts,

the Vampire Clan managed to survive.

And thenーー At last,

to finally put an end to the chaos,

which had been haunting the Demon World for years on end,

the various clans all gathered together,

and decided they would put things back in order.

Shin-kun and I were on our way,

to attend this meeting togetherーー

ー The scene shifts to the entrance hall of the Sakamaki Castle

Shin: ...Excuse me, could you stop looking so blatantly nervous?

Yui: Easier said than done...It’s my first time attending this sort of thing...

Shin: We’re here to represent the Founders, so get a grip. You’ll embarrass us, no?

Yui: Uu, I’m sorry...

Shin: Haah...Guess I have no other choice. Come on, give me your hand.

*Rustle*

Shin: This should help you feel a bit more at ease, no?

Yui: Fufu...

Shin: ...What, it doesn’t?

Yui: No, I was just thinking how kind you are.

Shin: ...

ー Subaru and Christa approach them

Subaru: You guys...

Christa: Oh dear...?

Yui: ...! Subaru-kun!

ー Yui runs up to them

Yui: Long time no see...! I’m glad you seem to be doing well.

Subaru: ...Yeah, you too.

Shin: If it isn’t the little baby of the Sakamaki family. I’ve heard you’ve been trying your best as of late.

Subaru: Che...Shut up.

Christa: ...Subaru, the meeting will commence shortly.

Subaru: ーー Yeah, I know.

...Oi.

Shin: Hm? What?

Subaru: ーー You better make her happy.

Shin: ...I promise.

Subaru: See you.

Christa: If you’d excuse us now.

ー Subaru and Christa leave

Yui: ...? What did the two of you say to each other at the end?

Shin: Hmー ...That’s a secret?

Yui: ...Eh?

Shin: Come on, the two of us should get going too.

Yui: Eh? ...Ah, yeah!

*TIMESKIP*

Monologue

Reiji-san lead the meeting,

with Subaru-kun as the main focus.

All of the other Clans each got the chance,

to suggest their ideas on how to move forward...

Until finally, it was the Founder’s turn,

and Shin-kun got to speak up.

Shin: ーー I am a Founder who is immune to Endzeit.

I believe that if a child is born from my DNA...A new line of Founders will be created.

I want to build a new race of Founders...together with Yui.

I hope that all of you can agree on this new start for us Founders.

Yui: ( I wonder what...the others will think...? )

*Clap clap clap*

Subaru: ...

Yui: ( Ah...Subaru-kun is applauding us...? )

Reiji: ...

Yui: ( And even Reiji-san is well... )

*CLAP CLAP CLAP*

Yui: ( Everyone...! )

Shin: Yui.

Yui: ...Shin-kun.

( Carla-san...The path to a future for the Founders just opened its doors... )

*TIMESKIP*

Shin: ーー Cheers.

Yui: Cheers!

*Cling cling*

Shin: Somehow...That really flew by, didn’t it?

Yui: Yeah...

Shin: Hey, are you sure you don’t regret not dancing? You don’t get to attend a party every day.

Yui: Yeah, it’s fine. Rather than dancing...I’d much rather talk with you right now.

Shin: What a coincidence? So do I.

Yui: ...

*Rustle*

Shin: ...

Yui: Nn...

Shin: Yui. Our future...starts now.

Yui: ...Yeah.

( Just like he said, we have a long way ahead of us... )

( I am sure that many obstacles will cross our path. )

( However, we’ll be fine, as long as we’re together. )

ー The scene shifts to the night sky

Shin: Nii-san...Watch me, okay? I promise that I’ll do a great job as your successorーー

ーー THE END ーー

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