#he fell down like a wounded gazelle | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

mushroommanstan · 10 months

Note

Would you possibly be up for writing some smut with a trans Tenko? Like the reader scissoring him until he’s clawing at the readers thighs absentmindedly, all sloppy and wet from being ground down on❤️❤️

“So this is why we haven’t gone all the way.” You mused, your eyes, red from tears, now wide in amusement. He looked away from you in shame, uncomfortably shifting as you held his hips firmly, not letting him leave.

You wept before, not being able to repress your feelings and bursting in his room. You couldn’t understand what was wrong with you, why he refused to take you. You knew he was horny constantly, it was one of the things that you fell in love with him for. How easily he was flustered by just the simplest of teases, blood leaking from his nose whenever he got a peak down your shirt.

But he didn’t let you touch him, wincing whenever your hand got too close to his “area”. You didn’t understand, you were sure he’d be jumping for joy when you first came on to him. But instead he cringed and ran out of the room. Why? What was wrong with you? Why did he keep denying you? Were you not good enough?

Well, seeing you in tears, he finally let you in on the problem, revealing a little secret that he had been carrying with him his whole life. You see, he wasn’t a he at all. He was a she.

He explained shakily how sorry he was for lying to you, begging for you to understand. He couldn’t lose you, not like this. Please, dear god he’s sorry. He could still make this work.

He was expecting you to be furious with him. For you to slam the door in his face and never be seen by him again.

What he wasn’t expecting was for you to be turned on.

“You’ve been a bad boy tenko. Making me feel like I wasn’t good enough.” You taunted, your knee currently between his legs, rubbing him through his pants. He sighed, biting his lip as you ground his mound into the mattress.

“‘M sorry… m really sorry… I just… I wus nervous. Didn’t… didn’t think you’d…. Mmmhh, you’d-“ he stuttered between moans as you unzipped his black jeans, reaching your hand into his boxers and gasping at the warm wetness that coated your hand.

“Oh hun… you’re so wet! You’re just a little slut aren’t you? Mmm. Looks so tasty. You wouldn’t mind if I had a little taste, would you?”

He moaned, hips jerking at your words as he nodded hesitantly, watching starry eyed as you pulled his pants down further. He said this before but, your reaction was completely unexpected. He can’t believe you’re ok with it, seemingly more than ok by the way you licked your lips at him. He felt vulnerable under your predatory gaze, looking at him like he was a wounded gazelle you were ready to feast on. And really, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

You lowered, giving little kitten licks to his clit as he immediately began clawing at the mattress with a loud keen. Sweat beaded down his forehead as he looked away from you, grinding his teeth. He looked like he was in pain. Judging by how puffy and swollen his clit felt, he probably was.

“Fuck…” you muttered, rising and slipping a finger between his folds. It was a goddamn slip ‘n slide down there. “How long have you been like this?”

“Since-since the first day… ah~, the first date.” He groaned, worrying his lip between his teeth as your thumb moved to tease his clit.

“Poor baby. Must’ve sucked to hold back that long, thinking I wouldn’t understand.”

He was getting a little teary at the memory, but he couldn’t deny the truth in that statement. It was painful for him to push you away whenever you grinded on him, fearing his lack of a boner would be a dead give away something was wrong. Most likely, you’d assume he was either not into you, or that he was small, both options that could’ve lead you to leave him. And that’s not even mentioning what he thought you’d do when you found out the truth. So for the longest time, he had to deprive himself of his desires, which felt like it was killing him from the inside.

But nows not the time to think about that stuff. So, he just nodded in response while you teased his clit.

Suddenly, you grabbed him by his hips and dragged him closer, before climbing onto his chest, turning around, bending over and then resuming your work on his cute little bead.

When his eyes refocused from the shock, he was met with, by far, the greatest view he’s ever seen in his damn life. One that actually made him drool a little without noticing. Your pussy and ass, all of it on display for him just inches from his face.

You didn’t stop working his clit, even when you could feel his pulse quicken as he took in your majesty, causing him to cum all over your fingers to quickly for you to stop him. He couldn’t help it, he was just too turned on.

You slapped him right on his puss, making him moan in shock. “Naughty boy, cumming without permission. You know, I was gonna do something reaaal special but now I don’t think you deserve it.”

Tenko wasn’t listening, not really, he couldn’t listen to anything but the rapid beating of his heart as he watched your hole twitch just an inch from his face. He licked his lips, losing his patience.

“Maybe if you work me a little bit, I’ll have half a mind to forgive-“

It was just coincidence your words matched his actions, as not being able to contain himself any longer he buried his face into the wet, hot rose blossom presented to him. You squealed, his tongue messy and enthusiastic as he felt everything up that he physically could.

You giggled in delight, scooting back a little and really giving him access to your privates. As promised, without another word you pulled his folds apart and plunged two fingers into him.

He screeched, his tongue faltering for a moment as you set an intense pace. Then he was moaning, his hips jerking under your chest and almost throwing you off of him. You stabilized yourself before returning the pleasure he was giving you, reaching over and taking his clit in your mouth as you fingered him harshly.

His fingers clawed into the flesh he was holding against his face from the intensity, no doubt leaving crescent shaped indents in your thighs. But you kept going, even beginning to scissor him as tongue buried itself into you.

It was hard to focus, the way he’d moan back whenever you did, his little gasps against your clit. It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating.

It wasn’t long before he was spilling over, the pleasure and his overall arousal being too much for him in an embarrassingly short amount of time. You felt his hole tighten around your fingers like a ziptie if just for a moment, the rim quivering as he moaned out in ecstasy.

Then, of course, all good things had to end, and eventually his suffocating hole released your fingers, his clenching now paired with his heartbeat.

You weren’t upset though. Instead, you cackled while gazing back at his embarrassed tomato red face. “‘Had a feeling you’d be a premature ejaculator.”

His eyebrows furrowed defensively. “W-what? What does that mean?”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Cmon. A gamer guy who spends all his time in his room playing video games and humping his hand to 2d girls. The same guy, who, on several occasions got an actual nose bleed from seeing me bend over to pick something up.”

He grumbled, looking away in shame masked by frustration. He couldn’t deny the truth in that statement. Even he figured his first time would go a little something like this if he ever got a chance with a real-life girl. Not to mention… you.

Seeing his attitude drop, you turned around on top of him and cuddled into his chest. “Hey ten, cmon. I’m just teasin’. I seriously don’t mind… I’m just glad you got to feel good. We can do it again if you want, whenever you’re ready.”

He smiled softly at you, gratefully even, and you could tell your words genuinely touched him. But then he frowned, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he didn’t drop his gaze. Your face dropped as well. He appeared to be in melancholy.

“Are you gonna leave me… after this?” He asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. He looked off from you, not being able to meet your gaze any longer as he waited anxiously for your reply.

“Honey no of course not!… I don’t care about that. I already told you it’s ok if you’re fast. Heh, you know, as long as I get m-“

“Not that!” He whisper yelled, glaring at you before his eyes drifted from yours again timidly. “I mean yes, ‘that’ but… what about the other thing?”

“Oh…” you replied. “Well, I don’t care about that either.”

You grabbed his chin and pulled his face towards you, before gently cradling his face in your hands. “You’re a guy if you’re a guy. Simple as that. Are you a guy, Tenko?”

He grumbled again. You chuckled, kissing his nose before poking him a little in the cheek. You could swear you could see him forcing back a smile, his lips twitching upwards a little. “Cmon.” You goaded. “Are you a guy or not?”

“I-I’m a guy” he mumbled.

“Well then there you go. You’re a guy. And nothings gonna change that in my eyes. And frankly I think you’re pretty damn handsome even without a cock.”

He scoffed at that, but this time you could tell it was more playful. He smirked. “No you don’t...”

You scoffed back, turning around and leaning back on your hands placed next to his knees. You spread your legs infront of his face.

“See how wet I am Tenko?” You asked, two fingers dipping down and gathering strands of your wetness before his face. “That’s what you do to me. Never been that damn horny in my life. All cause of you-“

His face, once finally paling back to a natural hue, flushed red again. “-pretty boy~.” You finished your thought with a wink.

He was panting again, looking at your wetness with extreme hunger. Then he was looking up to you with such fierce determination you almost wanted to shy away from him.

“Got to taste you earlier… didn’t get to taste your cum though. I want the full experience. Give it to me, please.” He demanded, still offering you the dominant role by allowing you to allow it.

You smirked, before rising and covering his face with your puss properly. You grabbed onto the bed rails, both knees planted firmly at his temple as you lowered onto his mouth. “Then be quick about it. I wanna try you next.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ok been a full two weeks since this was asked but… shut up.

All in all this was fun thought. Thanks for the great ask!

#shigaraki tenko #my hero academia #shigaraki fanfiction #my hero academia shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #boku no hero academia tomura #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki smut #bnha tenko #shimura tenko smut

178 notes · View notes

simpforchuchu · 10 months

Note

Hi, I was wo during if you can do a part 2 to the sameoka wanted to date the girl in the Todoroki faction. Whenever you have time! Please and thank you 😊

Shoji Sameoka x Oya!TodorokiFaction!reader

Summary: Shoji had not heard from y/n since then. He had met her again with the fight he saw by chance. And events did not turn out as he had anticipated.

a/n: Helloo ! I was planning to write this one for a while and here you are. Hope you like it ❤️🌸

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: Usual hnl fights, blood, knifes, injuries and wounds…

Hcs (part1)

The young girl spit the blood in her mouth with the metallic taste she felt in her mouth and held her stomach in pain. She never expected the day to end like this.

She fell into this trouble with 5-6 people who cut her way home. She knew they pissed off many schools. But right now, the person in front of her was someone from the past who wanted revenge. And Todoroki wasn't with her.

When she took a few steps back, she fell to the ground with someone kicking her knee. She struggled to regulate her breathing on her hands. She was not weak, but they were outnumbered. Also, the pipe in one of their hands put her at a disadvantage.

She fell facedown on the ground when she got another kick in the stomach. Her whole body was in pain. She opened her eyes with difficulty and looked around. She could hear someone's footsteps approaching her.

As she writhed on the ground in pain, she couldn't resist the person who had stepped on her. The person on her turned her on her back again and grabbed her by the collar and lifted her up. The young girl looked at him angrily.

“Y/n-chan! You're still such a pain in the ass, aren't you?"

Y/n was having trouble breathing. She was face to face with one of Todoroki's old enemies. She knew him, too. If he was alone, she could beat him. But he was a coward.

The young boy set the young girl down hard on the ground. As Y/n groaned in pain, the man gently pulled the hair that had fallen from her face and grinned.

“You are a timid gazelle when your friends are not around, right? You're actually pretty cute-"

She turned her head as the young boy caressed y/n's face.

"Do not touch me!"

The boy grabbed her chin angrily and smiled

“I want to leave a nice gift for Todoroki. And you beauty, you're coming with us."

Y/n knew she didn't have the strength to resist. But she had no intention of going with them without resistance. She was trying to free her arm when the boy in front of her started to lift her off the ground and drag her after him, but she couldn't. When she realized she couldn't save her arm, she kicked the boy's leg with the last of her remaining strength, and took a few steps back as he screamed in pain.

“You think you're smart, don't you? Can you escape? Look around! No one will come to save you!”

Y/n coughed and clutched her stomach, looking at the leader. She was about to answer when a voice was heard. When the two people behind the leader were thrown to the ground, everyone looked at the person who did it.

Y/n was barely standing. Her balance was bad, vision was not good, and her body was also in pain badly. But she immediately recognized the person who threw them to the ground.

Shoji Sameoka…

She hadn't seen Shoji since he came to school.She thought about him often, but she didn't know how to feel. And now she felt that she did not like this coincidence at all.

"Get away from her or I'll kill you."

His voice was rather menacing and cold. Y/n took a few steps back holding her stomach and leaned against the wall behind her. Seeing that she was having trouble standing, Shoji looked at her anxiously for a few seconds, and then looked at the people approaching him.

“Sameoka! What the fuck are you doing here? This fight has nothing to do with you!”

Shoji turned his cold gaze to the leader and offered a mocking smile.

“Didn't she tell you? I am her guardian angel!”

Y/n rolled her eyes at him and the fight started this time between Shoji and them. It wasn't a hard fight for Shoji as Y/n made several of them unable to stand up. But the people in front of them were fighting dirty.

When the leader started to walk to Shoji with the knife he took out of his pocket, y/n saw him and kicked the leader's hand with all her remaining strength. As the blade fell to the ground, the leader angrily turned back to y/n.

Y/n knew she was running out of strength, as she slowly took a few steps back, she tripped and fell to the ground. When the leader wanted to approach her again, it was Shoji who stopped him.

When the fight was completely over, y/n was leaning against a side wall, trying to breathe. She knew she had to go to the hospital, but she also knew that if she did, it would cause big problems. She closed her eyes and tried to calm herself for a while.

When Shoji saw her, he quickly rushed to her side. When the young girl opened her eyes, she was a little startled when she saw the tall boy in front of her. Shoji thought she was scared and took a step back.

"It’s me. I'm just trying to help. Are you okay ?"

Y/n straightened her posture and leaned her head back. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel Shoji looking at her. And she could tell from that worried look that she looked awful.

“Do I believe this is a coincidence or are you following me, Sameoka?”

Shoji rolled his eyes.

“If I had followed you, I would have knocked them all down before they could get any closer to you.”

Y/n stared at the young boy's face for a few seconds with what was said. Then she laughed nervously and tried to stand up.

This boy's gaze and presence made her nervous.

As she tried to get up from the ground, she felt the pain in her stomach and all her bones. She groaned in pain and leaned back against the wall.

“We should go to the hospital.”

Y/n shook her head as Shoji said in a serious tone

"I can not go. If my parents hear about this, they will pick me up from school. Besides, I'm fine, I just need a few minutes."

Shoji was angered by the young girl's careless attitude. He shook his head and spoke

“You are not well. You can't even stand up. Did you see the state of your face?"

Y/n smiled

“I can guess.”

Y/n didn't like the tension and feelings being around Shoji made her feel. She was trying to figure out if her nausea was from nervousness or from kicks to her stomach.

After a few seconds of silence, y/n slowly got up from the ground, ignoring her pain. Shoji was staring at her in horror.

“Thanks for your help. I can not refuse, I would probably be dead if it weren't for you."

Shoji was still staring at her in horror as Y/n spoke softly. He didn't say anything.And Y/n started walking.

It was very difficult to step up. Besides the pain, she was tired and weak. She couldn't even keep her balance.

Shoji was right behind her when she lost her balance after a few steps. He gripped her tightly, pulling her close, and y/n clutched at his jacket. She was trying to stand.

“I can walk.”

Shoji frowned at what she said out of breath.

“No, you cannot walk. You are tired, injured, in pain. Let go of your stubbornness. I will carry you."

Shoji spoke again as Y/n shook her head

“Y/n-san!”

Y/n raised her head in a stern tone and looked at the boy holding her. There was more fear than anger on his face. Y/n cursed the feeling of trust she had in him. And she nodded eventually.

Shoji slowly took the young girl in his arms.Every time he hurt her, he got more and more angry. Should have passed there before…

The old junkyard where Shoji and his friends hung out wasn't far away. He was taking Y/n there. She could sleep on the sofa in the cabin inside, after cleaning her wounds.

Y/n had fallen asleep from exhaustion. Every time she felt her head tucked into his chest and her murmurs, Shoji couldn't help the warm feeling inside him. He didn't know when or how it had happened, but he felt that he was head over heels in love with her…

***

When Shoji entered the parking lot with the young girl in his arms, both of his friends looked at him in shock. Y/n was still unconscious. He was already on his way to the cabin when Fujin and Raijin quickly got up and ran towards him.

"What happened ? Who's this ?"

Shoji walked over to the sofa without saying anything when Fujin asked in surprise. The young girl's face was not fully visible.

The other two stared at him in surprise as Shoji gently laid y/n on the sofa. Neither of them expected to see the girl they had fought a while ago here.

"What the fuck is this, Same?"

Shoji laid the young girl down neatly and covered her with his jacket, which he had taken off. As he started to pull out the first aid supplies from the locker, Raijin angrily grabbed his friend's arm and turned him towards him.

“Say something ! What is this girl doing here?"

Both Fujin and Raijin knew that Shoji liked her. Both were shocked when they found out. Although Fujin was sympathetic, Raijin was uncomfortable with this situation.

Shoji pulled his arm away and took a deep breath. He walked in front of his two friends and bowed respectfully.

"I am sorry. But if you consider me your friend, it's the first time I ask you something. She will stay here.”

Both of his friends were looking at him in shock. They knew it was the first time they had seen Same like this. They realized how serious and nervous he was. Raijin, on the other hand, still hadn't softened much. But he still didn't say anything about this for his friend. He took his jacket and left.

When Shoji looked at the door behind him, Fujin shook his head and patted Shoji's shoulder.

"I'll talk to him, stay with her."

***

Shoji quietly cleaned the wounds on the young girl's face and arms for a while. He frowned unintentionally every time the young girl flinched when he passed over the wounds with alcohol.

He knew it hurt a lot, he definitely knew. But still, he realized how stubborn she was. She'd probably grab his throat and kill him in the morning if he had secretly taken her to the hospital.

After cleaning the young girl's arms, he draped his jacket tightly over her again. He pulled out a chair and brought it to the edge of the sofa. He watched the sleeping girl for a while in silence.

If it wasn't for Todoroki, would they have a chance? Or would he never know her ?

After thinking for a while, Shoji fell asleep by the young girl's bedside. He had his arms crossed over his chest, and his head was constantly falling while he slept.

After a while, y/n opened her eyes. Her whole body was aching. Looking at the ceiling, she realized after a while that she was in an unfamiliar place. Turning her head to her right, she saw Shoji sleeping on the chair and looked at him in surprise.

She had band-aids on her arms and face. He had cleaned her wounds. She had his jacket on.

Y/n didn't even know what to feel. What happened was very bad. For Tsuji and Shibaman, she didn't know if she could forgive him after what had happened. They were like her brother.

But neither Todoroki nor they would judge her about that. They clearly said that.

Still, some things just didn't feel right.

After thinking for a while, she folded the jacket she was wearing and put it aside, and quietly got up from the sofa, although it was very difficult. She took one last look at Shoji and slowly walked out of the cabin.

When she got out, she was startled by Fujin sitting by the fire. But Fujin, he was as if the past had never happened.

"Is Same still asleep?"

Y/n silently nodded

“Can we talk for a bit y/n-san?”

Y/n didn't know what he wanted to talk about. But if Shoji had brought her here, she could only imagine how annoyed the others were. He nodded and sat down next to the boy by the fire.

“How are you feeling now? Are you better ?"

Although Fujin's question in a soft tone surprised her, she did not show it.

"I'm fine, I can go home."

Fujin slowly nodded and smiled

"You know he likes you, right?"

Y/n silently nodded

“We were quite surprised when he first told us. Raijin didn't like it much. He still doesn’t. I can't say I liked it either. But I think it's the first time Same has felt something like this to someone."

Y/n listened to Fujin in silence for a while. Fujin told her what kind of person Shoji was, how he hid his feelings, how he cared for her.

After they talked for a while, Fujin stood up and turned to y/n.

“I can't tell you anything. Like I couldn't tell him. But he is not like us. He never even wanted that fight to happen. Our fight with Todoroki will continue, but you don't have to get involved. We were wrong that day, I didn’t want you to get hurt. But it was our fault, so give him a chance if you want.”

Fujin didn't wait for y/n to say anything. She didn't have anything to say anyway. Y/n thought outside for a while, then she went inside and was surprised to see that the cabin was empty.

She sat on the sofa for a while. A few minutes later, Shoji came through the door and she let out the breath she was holding and looked at him.

“I had to go to the toilet. Are you ok ?"

When Shoji asked, y/n nodded and stood up. She took the jacket she had put aside and folded it and showed it to him.

"Can I take this ? Promise I'll bring it back."

Shoji nodded in surprise.

“I have to go home now. Thank you for today.”

Shoji shook his head.

“You still look bad. You could get some more sleep.”

Shoji sighed when Y/n said it was okay

“At least let me walk with you. It's too late.”

The young girl slowly nodded her head. She put on his jacket and left the cabin.Shoji followed her too.

Her house was not far away. Y/n used to live in this area. After a fairly quiet walk, she stopped in front of an apartment building and turned to Shoji.

"Here."

Y/n smiled as the young boy nodded his head. Shoji couldn't help but think how beautiful her smile was

“Your phone?”

“Huh?”

"Give me your phone"

Shoji, bewildered, held out his phone and y/n typed something. After dialing her own number, she handed the phone back to him and smiled.

“You can call when you want to get your jacket.I'll bring it where you say."

Shoji stared after her in surprise as Y/n walked towards the apartment without saying a word. Before the young girl entered the building, she turned and smiled.

“Good night Sameoka.”

Shoji just stood there for a few more seconds after Y/n left. He unintentionally smiled and looked at the phone screen.

Y/n didn't know, but Shoji had heard them talking to Fujin. And he felt that his friend was with him. He never thought that what he said would change the young girl's mind, but y/n was full of surprises too…

HnL taglist : @straysugzhpe @tiddly-winx @ninamarie1994 @thatpoindexterpixy

#high and low #high&low #high and low fic #hnl #high and low the worst #high and low the worst x #oya high #oyakoh #oya high school #sameoka shoji #sameoka shoji hcs #sameoka shoji x reader #shoji sameoka x reader #shoji x reader #high and low shoji #Todoroki faction #ebara high #fujin and raijin

111 notes · View notes

how-masterful · 4 years

Text

Remastered

Dhawan!master x reader

Chapter 3.5: New Earth- The Aftermath

Attention! This is a sequel to my original remaster of new earth which you can find HERE!

Summary: The sick are healed. The Sisters of Plenitude are taken in for their crimes. But the master still has one very important person he needs by his side, and an enemy that refuses to die. Also known as “new earth part two- will he catch you if you fall?”.

Notes: somebody Seriously needs to teach me what ‘short means’... because this mini offshoot fic designed to answer the burning fainting question ended up almost as long as the original! once again, dedicated to the glorious living legend known as @plethora-of-imagines 👑 feedback is forever appreciated- I hope you all enjoy!

"And now, Cassandra, it's time to deal with you."

The Master turned towards the woman standing behind him, head over his shoulder. He stood from his crouched position, shoes squeaking on the vinyl hospital floor, shoulders for once relaxed from their taught squared position they'd sat within most of the day. The ward was silent, the glass panelling thankfully one way as the shimmering perspex gave vision to the NNYPD, the New Earth establishment escorting the sisters from the premises.

The Master scowled at the thought of any sort of authority, shoving his hands into the seemingly bottomless pockets of his purple tweed jacket.

The day had been long enough without yet another arrest on his record.

"Oh, can't you just leave me alone?" Cassandra sighed at the man before you.

"Look at the day we've had! Woohoo, we saved the filthy lab rats, exposed those flea ridden nurses, all had a head full of big face and none of us are dead. Can't we just leave it be, darling?"

The Master shook his head.

"You and I are not exactly exemplary individuals in the eyes of intergalactic law, Cassandra-" the Master spoke, stepping closer towards you. Cassandra folded her arms, avoiding his gaze.

"And this hospital is crawling with officers who would love nothing more than to hand us over to the Judoon and ship us off to the closest Gulag they can find. And I've been in a Gulag on the first earth, so go knows how rough they'd treat you here"

"Then let me go!" Cassandra exclaimed, throwing her hands up at the man.

" Let's part on solid terms, shake hands and promise to never see each other again."

The Master chuckled, causing Cassandra to pause. You looked the timelord up and down, jaw clenched as he rocked on his heels. The last human pursed her lips, confusion rife within her as she fought to keep her composure. She needed answers, as per usual with the Master. The man confused her and slightly excited her to no possible end. But now was not the time for biting tongues and daydreaming.

"And what are you giggling about?"

The timelord quipped his laughter, head tilting towards you as he scratched at the stubble of his beard. He pondered for a moment, pushing back his hair as Cassandra waited for a response.

"It's funny. If this was any other day, any other planet- any other me really, i'd say yes."

The Master slowly began to walk across the empty ward, a languid step in his stride as he started to circle around the woman at his side. Each step was rhythmic, slow and calculated. Cassandra, for the first time in a very long time, felt a chill crawl up your spine.

"I'd say sure, go ahead. Go wild. Lets drive off into the sunset with a guilt free conscience and a fabulous story to tell the grandkids, or whatever Poor soul we decide to brag to next time."

His pacing was beginning to make Cassandra uncomfortable. She could feel herself shrinking in with her shoulders, the Masters demeanour growing darker by the second, his smile sick and domineering and his voice dangerously calm. It felt as if you were being circled by a predator, a feral cat waiting in the bushes to strike on the wounded gazelle.

"But you still have something of mine, Cassandra. Something I most definitely won't be leaving without."

The Master paused, leering towards the frozen woman stood within his prowl. He narrowed his eyes, the silence practically perilous. Cassandra held her breath.

"Leave her body, Cassandra."

His voice was low and quiet, but each word screamed with murderous rage.

"Give my Y/N back to me."

Cassandra knew deep down she wouldn't be able to keep your body. You'd be an enjoyable yet unobtainable fling for a rollicking fun afternoon, like most of the plethora of pretty faces in her incredibly long life. And she also knew the Master would facilitate any method he could for your return.

After all, she'd been inside his head. It was hardly a secret to her now.

But leaving your body would leave her with nothing. Nowhere to go. The effects of the psychograft would enable her to hop from form to form, but in the air she'd be dead in a minute flat.

Cassandra could feel tears welling in your eyes.

"But… I don't want to die!"

The Master knew the feeling all too well. He was hardly a stranger to the theft of a body, the memory of Tremas of Traken vivid in his personality history. He'd enjoyed that stolen face for a long while. A memory: a memento of how he'd once again bested the universe.

But even that didn't make him feel pity for her. He was too focused on his own problem. The Master smirked, casually shrugging his shoulders.

"Nobody does. But that doesn't stop the universe arranging death for us all. It just depends on how smart enough you are to beat it."

Cassandra looked up at the Master with utter bafflement, opening her mouth to construct even a semblance of an argument against the Master.

"Oh, my Mistress!"

A sound the Master and Cassandra hadn't heard in a long time. One in a name, one in opportunity.

The half life boy Chip scurried out of the dark tunnel towards intensive care and into the blinding white of the ward. Scratches and scrapes littered the scrawls already etched into his ghastly white skin, his eyes alit with adoration as he locked eyes with your body.

"Oh Chip, my darling boy you survived!"

Chip preened under your praise, the Master's hand begrudgingly falling to his hip. He decided he seemingly had a problem with gatecrashers during his most pivotal moments.

The half life nodded, baring his palms towards you.

"For you, my Mistress. I kept myself safe for you!"

Cassandra paused, a plan forming rapidly within your brain as she traced her fingertip over the scribbles on Chip's open palms.

"A body, minus some scrapes, kept safe… For me."

The Master pivoted towards Cassandra, watching the woman intently as she booped the end of her servants nose. Chip giggled, his Mistress following as the timelord stepped forward.

"Cassandra-"

"I worship my Mistress, I'd do anything for my Mistress."

With a confident grin, Cassandra turned to the Master. She gave a smug wink in his direction, pursing her lips to blow him a sarcastic kiss. The Master growled.

"How's this for smart?" Cassandra purred, before ejecting herself from your body towards her willing volunteer.

The piercing shrill returned to your ears, the white sheen of the ward drowning in the sudden pull of the dark. Like a cloth ripped from its tabletop the world fell from under your feet, the mountainous pressure on your skull dissolving into a numb puddle of nothingness. You felt your joints collapse into jelly, the support snatched from within your core as your senses and control of your body finally returned to your mind.

Your knees buckled under the ricocheting weight, the ground preparing to collide with your body.

But the Master got there first.

His left arm flung around your torso, his right palm moving to grasp the back of your head as the oxygen found its way back into your lungs. A gasp escaped you, gravity an enemy the Master refused to let you succumb to.

In almost an instant the world came back into a hazing view, your lashes blinking weakly against your cheeks as his fingers snaked into your hair. The outline of the Master found its way into recognition, the fuzzy edges of your vision dissipating as he stared down at you with parted lips. He held you almost as if in a dance, your form dipped in a perfect flourishing bow.

"Master" you panted, gazing up at the man before you in amazement. The Time lord smiled, almost ready to let you stand on your own until your feet slipped from under you. However the Master refused to let you move, pulling you up to press tight against his chest as your fingers scrabbled to clutch onto the collar of his jacket.

Your eyes met, a silence falling between you as you caught your breath. Only this silence was caring, an easy sense of comfort between you. The Master's hand cradled the side of your cheek, eyes engulfing every detail of your face. The look in his eyes said everything the silence could and more- He would never let you fall.

"Easy pet, i've got you."

You didn't doubt him for a second. A stray hair fell onto your face, the Masters fingers pushing it back behind your ear.

"How's your head, love?"

You smirked, pulling his face closer to your own by his jacket.

"I've not heard you complaining yet."

The Master laughed, a genuine smile spreading up his cheeks as you grinned from ear to ear.

"Good girl, there she is. My Y/N."

The distance between your faces disappeared in seconds, the Masters lips connecting with your own as your fingertips walked to cup the back of your Time lords neck. You hummed into the sweet taste of the Masters mouth, the kiss daring to say the words the Master would never give you the satisfaction of hearing.

'I missed you' permeated his tongue, your mouth teasing his patience as you parted. But the stolen peck you shared afterwards certainly made up for the damage. You returned to the comforting silence, noses lightly bumping as you sent him a doting smile.

"Someone’s feeling sentimental." You teased, biting your lip. The Master tilted his head.

"You're making a habit out of falling for me, love."

“Careful Master, anyone would think you were fond of a human.”

“And we certainly wouldn't want that, would we doll?”

The blush filled giggle escaped you before you could stop it. The Master seemed awfully proud.

“Are you about done?”

Your heads suddenly whipped in the direction of the noise. Strong hands tightened their grip on your torso, the Masters glare narrowing to a steely gaze as the awakened Cassandra's words echoed your own. Chip stood with his hands perched gently on his waist, hip jutted out to the side as he stared you down with complete disdain. You frowned in return, joining the three man standoff as you inched closer to the Masters side. He seemed comforted by the move, hands working their way to position themselves protectively on your back.

“You need to stop this, Cassandra” you said, hand poised upon the Master's chest. His hearts rumbled like thunder under your palm.

“You’ve lived far too long. Life isn't meant to be so artificially stretched and preserved.”

“Neither were my forehead wrinkles darling, but several thousand facelifts later I certainly proved them wrong.”

The Master twitched with suppressed rage. His patience for her condescension was wearing dangerously thin- especially now he had you, the real you, back safe within his arms.

Cassandra smiled triumphantly, flourishing her hands out to the side as if presenting her brand new form. You felt pity in your stomach for poor Chip, the sentiment unable to extend towards the new inhabitant of his body. The satisfaction radiated from Cassandra's stance in droves.

“But now i have a new body! Smart enough to cheat death, smart enough to get out of this wretched hospital and back into the free world, a new woman! You both tried, Master- but neither you nor the doctor could kill me. You’re not the only ones able to keep going, you timelords- and now i feel better than ever, and positively NOTHING can stand in my-”

You watched on in confused shock as the strength in Chips knees vanished, the boy's body twitching and writhing as Cassandra collapsed under her own weight. A scrape and doodle covered hand flung to her chest, blue lips agape in a silent horror as the only noises that escaped were the desperate cracks in her throat. The Masters face was stern, expression unremorseful as Cassandra's chest began to heave. The woman's eyes met your own, and you knew the terror inside her was ripping her to shreds.

“What… i don’t understand… Master-”

“Smart enough to cheat death, are you Cassandra?”

Coldness burned throughout the Masters tone, his hold upon you unrelenting as you watched the cowering woman struggle for breath. You turned to the Master for answers, confusion rife as you scrabbled to figure out what was going on. His thumb softly caressed over your back, gaze unmoving from Cassandra's plight. Then you suddenly realised.

“You were so caught up in your own ego you forgot the limitations of your new body. Chip is a half life. And with the trauma you put him through, he wasn't going to last long.”

“No-”

“You deciding to leave Y/N and enter his body was too much of a shock for his system to handle.”

The Master flicked his wrist up to your eye line, curving his wrist to read the golden clock face that sat upon his wrist.

“I’d say you’ve got around two minutes before his heart stops completely. And you’re too weak to leave him now.”

“How.. what’s happening…”

“You’re past your expiration date.”

You nodded at the Master, his hand returning to rest upon your back as you stared down at Chip’s suffering body. You matched the Master’s narrow glare, a twisted sense of satisfaction within your gut.

“You’re dying, Cassandra. In two minutes you’re going to die.”

“No… no I can't… please, help me…”

The Master gave no reply. You didn't feel the need to dignify her one either. With a gentle push the Master guided you to leave, spinning on your heels as your hand carefully wound its way around his bicep like a cobra. Cassandra let out a panicked whimper, the sound a distant echo and the Master leant into your cheek. A small peck found its way to your temple, mocking bubbling under the surface of his lips as the choked cries of the last human melted into the garish white walls of the new earth hospital ward. The last thing Cassandra ever saw was the distant vanishing of her most resented shock of purple tweed, a strangled beg for mercy the last words ever spoken by the woman who lived far too long.

The walk back to the TARDIS felt solemn. Death was familiar, a sight you encountered every day. But this felt different. A new breed of melancholy sat inside your chest. Cassandra had been so desperate to be loved, to live forever and never grow old or die. But you just turned your back on her as she died alone in a crime scene of her own design, taking the half life with her. You couldn't imagine how it felt to die with somebody else inside your head. You thought you were going to die earlier, when she’d first stepped inside your head. But you knew the man beside you would never let you die.

The Masters thumb cupped your chin, turning your face to meet his curious eyes. You were standing outside the doors of the TARDIS. You must have zoned out.

“I can hear the cogs turning, love. Talk to Master.”

You let out a sigh, falling into the Masters arms. He held you tight to his chest, enveloping you in an embrace that would be offered to no other being in the universe.

“I missed you. That’s all.” you offered, resting your head upon the timelords shoulder.

“Never let anyone do that to you ever again. And that goes for kissing you and body snatching.”

The Master cupped your chin with his hand now, thumb brushing over your bottom lip as he sent you an endearing smile. But his eyes shone with mischief.

“Wouldn't dream of it, darling!” he clamoured, voice thick with the poshest, most refined accent he could muster.

Your elbow swiftly found its way to the Master’s rib, his barking laugh still audible as the TARDIS doors slammed shut on New New York.

104 notes · View notes

arts-and-drafts · 4 years

Text

A Place Of Love

(Another excerpt fic from my Resistance Fighters AU since y'all loved the first one so much!! This time, we get a peek at the other side :)c)

Bdubs had a bad feeling when Scar first sat on the throne.

He shoved it down immediately, of course. Scar won! Scar was the mayor now! Thanks to Bdubs, his best friend was calling the shopping district his own. Bdubs knew Scar was going to do great things as mayor, and he was so proud of them both.

And yet. Scar had a strange look in his eyes when he sat on the diamond throne for the first time. Bdubs couldn't ignore it, though if asked, he wouldn't be able to say what was wrong, exactly.

But it was fine. Just a trick of the light, sure enough. Nothing to worry about.

Bdubs kept that lie until Scar ordered a Ravager to be set up in the HEP factory.

"Scar, wait." Bdubs said. Scar turned to him, and Bdubs froze as he was met with a steely diamond blue glare instead of the warm forest green that he had known.

"This isn't you, Scar, something is wrong with you!" Bdubs said, his throat suddenly very dry. Scar tilted his head, and Bdubs suddenly felt like a gazelle that was pinned by a lion.

"I'm eradicating the resistance, Bdubs." Scar responded. "That was the goal." His voice had become low. Bdubs swallowed nervously. He didn't know why he felt in danger, but he shoved the feeling aside.

"No it wasn't!" Bdubs exclaimed. "The goal was making the shopping district gorgeous, not--not endangering our friends!" He knew he was being too bold, speaking out of turn, but he knew this was more important than his silly role as Vice Mayor.

Bdubs stepped forward and gently took Scar's hand. It was ice beneath his calloused fingers.

"This isn't you, Scar." Bdubs reiterated. "You need a break from all this. Maybe I can get in touch with Iskall and he can arrange like--like a vacation for you on the treasure island!" He continued. "You certainly deserve it, you've been working far too hard. You need a break from the diamonds for a bit."

Scar stiffened and snatched his hand away from Bdubs' as soon as the words left his mouth. "I know what I need. You are in no place to tell me what to do." Scar spat. Bdubs blinked.

This wasn't a game anymore.

"Okay." Bdubs said, steeling his resolve. "Okay. You're done."

"What." Scar said, his voice strong and heavy as a block of iron. Bdubs ignored it.

"The diamond throne has done something to you, Scar. You have to get away from it." Bdubs explained. He reached for Scar's arm again, but Scar swiftly moved out of the way.

"The diamonds are mine. I'm the mayor." Scar hissed. His eyes glittered coldly. "I don't care." Bdubs countered. "This isn't healthy for you! Look at yourself!"

Scar didn't move, but Bdubs kept talking. He couldn't stop.

"Your eyes, Scar, how have you not noticed! You're cold and pale and angry--this--this isn't the Scar I know." Bdubs heaved in a breath, his face hot with emotion. Scar remained expressionless.

"You didn't know me, then." Scar responded. Bdubs stilled in shock. "Are you even hearing yourself?! You want to let a Ravager loose on your FRIENDS, Scar! Listen to yourself!" Bdubs pleaded. Fat tears started to roll down his cheeks without his permission, and he hurriedly scrubbed them away.

Scar had no response to Bdubs' words. "The resistance wants to take me down. I am taking them down first." He said.

Bdubs opened and closed his mouth, too shocked for words. He finally straightened to his full height. "Okay." Bdubs croaked. "Okay. Fine."

He uselessly wiped his face again and turned away from Scar. "If you aren't going to stop this, then--" Bdubs heaved a shuddering breath. "Then I will."

He left Scar's office without waiting for a response, drawing his pickaxe and making a beeline for the diamond throne.

"Bdubs!! Stop!!" Scar's thundering voice echoed behind him, but he ignored it. He drew back his pickaxe and drove the tip into the throne as far as he could.

Over and over, he feverishly hacked at the glittering chair, sending shiny bits of diamond scattering over the floor of the Town Hall that he built with Scar and Grian.

"BDUBS!!" Scar's voice came again. Bdubs had never heard him sound that angry in his entire life, and the strike of fear it sent through him made him freeze for only a moment. He quickly kept mining the throne even more vigorously, determined to free Scar from whatever spell the diamonds held him in.

His whole body went rigid as an icy blade drove straight through his back.

He numbly looked down, seeing the tip of a diamond sword sprouting from his belly, dripping crimson onto the spotless checkered floor. Blood started to cloud his white shirt from the wound, spreading outwards through the cloth in hypnotizing swirls. Scar's ragged breathing puffed against the back of his neck, the hot air quickly fading from Bdubs' senses.

Bdubs dropped his pickaxe, only vaguely hearing the metal clatter against the floor. His knees buckled under him and he sank to the floor, only barely noticing the blade being removed from his back as he fell.

His vision started to haze as he was stuck looking up at the chandelier he'd built for the Town Hall. Something warm and wet was spreading over his back, but he couldn't move to figure out what it was. Bdubs coughed involuntarily, feeling warm blood start to crawl up his throat.

It was then he heard a scream, throaty and horrified, sounding a million blocks away. He saw a shape move into his range of vision, blurry and colorful. Vague pricks of chill touched his face, complimented by warm droplets hitting his cheeks. The shape moved closer, and Bdubs saw Scar.

He was saying something, tears streaming down his cheeks and dripping onto Bdubs' face, but Bdubs couldn't hear him. He could only stare hazily as his vision started to fade, the last thing he saw before the world went black being forest green eyes.

END.

#:))))#resistance fighters au #hermitcraft fic #angst #meraki post

57 notes · View notes

lizzy-williams · 4 years

Text

𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 (𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐔) 𝟑/?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

✥ Warnings: SMUT!!!, drugs?, gore, blood (duh)

✥ Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kXCt0ftVJe0

Jack the Ripper by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

masterlist

((I’m going to fucking hell))

𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 relatively calm night. The band was out taking care of some personal business, while you stayed behind, babysitting Casie, having already put her to bed. You took the time to read some more of your book, the chapter you were reading sucking you into a different world.

The door suddenly slammed open, the anger radiating off of them before they came into your line of sight. There were only 2 of them there, the rest you were sure had gone home. Rook and Kells were the only ones left.

Each one of them had scarlet-red eyes, their jaws clenched, hands balled into fists, their fangs on full display. They wasted no time stalking towards you, the sound of your quick heartbeat making their breath hitch.

“Guys?” you whispered out, your eyes almost looking similar to those of a puppy. You closed your book and threw it aside.

Before anything else was said, Kells leaned over quickly, his hand on the back of your head, his face going directly to the right side your neck, giving it a slow kiss, before digging his fangs deep into your neck, making you squeak, your hand gripping his arm, your eyes wide. He snarled in response to the contact.

Rook suddenly took the other side. He had never drunk from your before, and it honestly made you somewhat nervous. He was a newer vampire, still trying to figure out how to do things the right way.

He took some of the hair that was blocking your neck and tucked it behind your ear, planting his lips on your lips for a quick peck, then moving to your jaw, peppering kisses all the way down to the side of your neck, his hand caressing your cheek before biting down, sucking harshly on the wound, a groan erupting from his chest as he felt the blood run down his throat, reviving him.

You found your hands going through their hair, massaging their scalps as they feasted on your blood. Colson always said that you tasted like apple cider and ginger, which always reminded him of autumn.

You turned your head more towards Rook, your thumb grazing over his double x tattoo behind his ear, making him growl in want. You could feel the thick liquid drip down your neck and drip over the valley of your breasts.

All you could do was let out soft whimpers and whines as their hands began to wander over your body, making you squirm. Colson’s hand went closer and closer to where you needed him most, making you sigh.

You took the hand that was once on Colson’s scalp to his hand, guiding it down, giving him consent for whatever was about to happen. Both Rook and Colson felt the energy that was surrounding you, the vibration’s intoxicating as they began to pull back. After all, you weren’t an infinite blood bag.

Colson kissed your lips, holding your head up, your body weak from the blood loss. You could taste the metallic sensation of your own blood. You let out a small whimper as Rook replaced his fangs with his lips, making you feel warm, his energetic attitude dialed down to something more intimate.

Kells’ hand was now directly over your clothed cunt, pressing on the clit even though the layers of clothes, waking you shiver and he pulls back, looking into his eyes. God, you loved him.

His eyes were red, and you knew that didn’t always mean he was angry... it was also lust. And you knew what was going to happen... Kells never let anyone drink from you, so this was a quick change of pace.

Rook heard the quick beating of your heart when he began to drift his fingertips over the valley of your breasts, the blood that had dripped down now on his hand, being lifted to his mouth, and you watched as he licked up your blood.

“Calm down, princess, we only wanna make you feel good,” Kells’ voice echoing through your head as he spoke, making you jump.

You only nodded in response, the tingling in your core getting stronger. You took your small hand and placed it on Colson’s hand and guided it down, his eyes meeting yours.

He suddenly groped you, making you gasp, Rook’s lips meeting yours, your whines now muffled by his mouth. Your tongues twisted, and he was a lot rougher then Colson, but you loved it. It was erotic and intense, making you wetter then you had ever been. Your tongue grazed over his fangs, which you found extremely alluring.

Kells was like a jealous cat, and he hated when others got attention... especially your attention. The two sets of hands felt incredible, and you thought you were about to cry with how aroused you were.

“Kells... please,” you panted out, wanting something to happen, anything to happen, just to get rid of the tension you felt between your thighs.

He suddenly picked you up, going to the bedroom, your legs too weak to move. You knew that if you stood up you would fall right back down. Before you knew it, you were being thrown on the bed, both boys immediately stripping you and themselves down.

Colson sighed out as he smelled your arousal, and so did Rook, their eyes looking at you as if you were a wounded gazelle and they were lions, their tattoos on full display.

You loved it

Rook placed you up against the headboard, his hands gently gliding all over your body, soft whispers of praise and curses spilling from his lips as Kells took a more physical approach, kissing everywhere you loved to be kissed, squeezing everything you wanted squeezed. When push came to shove, Kells would know your body more than anyone else.

He suddenly spread your thighs, your flower exposed, making him verbally groan out, kissing up to your thighs, finally reaching your heat. Your tiny hands found themselves tangled in his hair, your head getting thrown back as he gave harsh kitten licks to your heat.

Rook took this opportunity to kiss your throat as your head was thrown back, which felt more pleasant than you thought it was. Soft moans left your lips as they ravished you, Kells watching as you shifted and mewled at his touch.

He sucked harder on your clit, shivers going down your spine as he never faulted with his eye contact. He violently ate out your dripping cunt, Rook’s lips kissing you longer as he played with your exposed breasts.

You didn’t want to just lay there, you wanted to give them pleasure too. Your hand grazed down Rook’s abdomen, wrapping your hand around his shaft, jerking it as he let out a snarl, his lips once again meeting yours as he grabbed your breasts.

Kells sucked harder, wanting your attention on him, his tongue swirling around your clit. He suddenly entered two long fingers inside of you, and you gasped into Rook’s mouth, and he got the hint, lips moving down to your breasts, letting you let out moans of ecstasy as Colson’s fingers thrust in and out of you.

You let out strings of curses, your legs shaking as you felt yourself slip away into climax, a hand on Rook’s back, his eyes up towards you, watching you as you reached your nirvana.

You calmed down from your high, everything shifted while your eyes were closed. Rook was now where Kells once was, pulling your bottom half more towards him, as Kells was now right beside you, placing soft kisses to your collar bone.

You looked at their shafts, each of them painfully hard, obviously affected by the sight of you earlier. They had just fed, so their senses were heightened, sensing everything, including your arousal.

Rook licked his fingers, now reaching his hand down to your core, rubbing up and down your slit as you whimpered, Kells’ hand drifting over your breasts. Rook gave you a look that read ‘are you ready?’. You nodded your head, yes, and you then felt his tip go in, making you grab the sheets, your head getting thrown back into Colson’s shoulder as you tried to bring yourself back down to earth.

After a few seconds, he was now fully inside you, setting a slow and steady pace. Meanwhile, you were in a state of complete euphoria, Colson reaching down and rubbing your clit as he watched your face closely, relishing in your moments of pleasure.

Your hand went down to Colson’s shaft, his pupils blowing wider as he felt your hand pleasure him.

“Fuck, baby,” he leaned down and whispered into your ear, then leaning to kiss you, and you made a bold move, taking his bottom lip between your teeth as he pulled away.

Rook’s pace began to get faster, his groans getting progressively louder, your name coming out of his mouth like a prayer as he eventually began to ram into you. He wasn’t as rough as Colson would usually be, but it still felt just as good.

You felt a familiar knot forming in your stomach and the boys felt it too, Colson turning your head towards him, “I want you to look at me when you come, dove, I want to see your face,” he muttered, planting another passionate kiss on your lips.

“Hmf- gonna c-cum,” you whimpered, your eyes making direct eye contact with Colson, Rook groaning at the sensation of you tightening around him, and you both hit climax at the same time.

Kells held you in an attempt to rock you through your high, your body shaking as you fell into a state of rapture.

Once you were calmed down, and the boys heard your heartbeat calm down, you laid limp on the bed, completely fucked out.

But they weren’t done with you yet.

You woke up, Rook gone from beside you, Colson sleeping as you looked around. You had all slept through the day, the sun just setting, a golden glow peeking through the curtains. You moved slightly, sitting up from the bed, and you stood in front of a tall mirror in Colson’s room.

Your body was littered with bite marks, dried blood, and bruises. Your body was always covered in bite marks, but there was more this time. You liked looking at your marks, they made you feel important.

Even though Colson didn’t want to think of you as a girlfriend, you knew that you were growing on him.

You crept into the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping in, the water running down your aching body, soothing your muscles and skin, making you let out sighs of comfort.

You suddenly felt hands run over your shoulders, fingertips grazing over some of your bruises, most likely caused by Rook.

Colson.

“This was a one-time thing...” Colson’s head lingered over your shoulder, the water coming down and hitting your bare breasts, “Because your mine.” he groaned, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you in, his lips training over your bite mark, giving it a small kitten lick before moving back up to your ear, nipping at your earlobe, “That isn’t a problem, is it?” the sound of his fangs coming out made you all the more aroused once again.

You shook your head no, Kells letting out a low laugh, “Didn’t think so,” he smiled, his hands trailing down.

((Lmao don’t kill me for bringing Rook into this))

#mgk smut #rook smut #mgk rook smut #hotel diablo #rookxx #alpha omega #tickets to my downfall #lace up #colson baker #the dirt #tommy lee #fanfiction #mgk fanfiction #slimxx #dubxx #rook cappelletty #vampire AU

134 notes · View notes

starrysupercell · 3 years

Text

Could you make something shippy for Shelly an Amber ? 👉👈

since tumblr is a stupid website, it POSTED the original before I was finished. So I deleted it after copy/pasting.. >:/ But I digress. Have a couple of hot girls. :p

I hope whoever asked for this is still here. This has been in my drafts for so long ;w;

I was struggling because I had several scenarios in mind but it felt... like it didn't go anywhere. And another Amber DLV/B. Shelly would be easy, but they're already going to be featured in RAR. I honestly really, really like them. 🧡💜

Anyway, here you go, anon~

---

~🔥~ Caution! ~💢~

Shelly loved Summer. It was the perfect season! There were endless activities like cooling down with swimming, the sense of adventure with hiking and traveling, and the thrill of camping... even nights were exciting with the mesmerizing pinpricks of lights with fireflies... it was great fun all around. Honestly, she couldn't get the put-downs about it.

The warm desert sun was always a source of comfort to her, too. Others would complain about the heat being way too uncomfortable, or claim that wearing less clothes didn't help at all in this hot weather.

Those types of folks should use their mouth to drink water instead of crying about it.

Shelly aimed at the assorted bottles she had placed around the area. She aimed, and smirked as she let a shot ring out and shatter a glass jar. Even now, the sun’s rays fell over the land, her hair and her skin, making her warm to the touch.

If she were to get poetic about it, the summer sun could even be described as warm, strong, and bright.

She breathed in. Oh, she practically lived for days like these. Radiant, cloudless, hot. She exhaled. Then. she pumped her shotgun and began to take aim again.

"Shelly!" Somebody called out, causing her to start and miss her shot at the taller bottle she was going for now. It went harmlessly to some other direction.

"Ay..!" she tsked, lowering her shotgun as she turned with a hand on her hip. She turned and snapped before registering who that voice belonged to. "What!?"

It was Amber, and she sighed inwardly. No, not because she was a walking fire hazard waiting to happen-- ever since she was caught in that blazing Brawl-o-ween bonanza, Shelly had taken to being extra observant around the flames ‘expert.’

It’s because now, Amber would act like a wounded gazelle and Shelly would feel like the jerk predator who didn’t even mean to strike.

“Uhm...” Sure enough, while Amber was jogging towards her, she slowed now. She probably felt like even closing the distance between them was overstepping her boundaries. “Ha... uh,” she was hesitant.

“What is it?” Shelly tried again as Amber walked over. That didn’t sound stern, did it?

Amber was grinning at her, a little flustered, a little out of breath. “Well, I heard that you were training right now, and I wanted to see if you were up for, maybe like... a friendly battle? Just us, or...” the firebreather shook her head, “I mean, no! J-just us, heh... ha ha.”

Oh, was this what this was about? Shelly pieced it together with amusement sprouting at the end of her thoughts.

Amber had heard from someone (no doubt Colt, as he liked to talk about everything to anybody within earshot) and had come running here to join. Maybe her hesitance wasn’t so much for Shelly’s snappy attitude, but rather her anticipation to ask her for a spar?

There was a chance that Shelly’s bite went over the girl’s head. Hopefully, because, ugh, having to face that sad look of hers regularly would have her feeling like a terrible person, Shelly was a tough gal, but she wasn’t cruel.

...Maybe she was reaching for signs of a crush. Then again, maybe not, if Amber's flustered fidgets and abashed stammers were anything to go by. Either way, Shelly actually felt high spirited with the idea of sharing her afternoon with Amber. Of course, she wasn’t as endearingly obvious as her. “Yeah, I’m down. Let’s go!” she grinned back.

“Okay!” Amber cheered somehow near breathless again.

“What type of Brawl did you have in mind?” Shelly asked as they began to head the same way.

“Um.. I do like Hot Zone. Ooh, but maybe a one-on-one is fine. What about one first and the other? Or maybe...?”

Shelly was content to listen to Amber’s rambling options and smiled softly as she looked ahead. A wind came along, but it hardly did anything to sway the warm weather.

Thinking poetically again, Shelly decided that a great word to describe Amber would be sunny.

#Brawl Stars #Brawlstars #Shelly #Amber #Sham #GunFire #<-- I like both those ship names :3 #Shipping #My Writings #almost done with the requests~!

5 notes · View notes

herradhighpriestess · 3 years

Text

Artificially Sweetened Sodomy

Chapter Eight: What If?

Tig watched her eyes sweep around the room as she clenched and unclenched her hands into fists, nothing available to even throw except single-ply toilet paper and flimsy seat covers.

“I won’t watch,” he said and turned around to the face the door, leaving Kari to stare at his back.

Tig could feel her frown beating against him and held his hands out theatrically, “I promise,” he drew out.

Kari’s impending loss of bladder control threatened to win in a wet manner and Tig held his breath and waited as she emptied her bladder, her hot piss splashing the smooth surface of the blue toilet water.

They both breathed in slowly through their noses and out their mouths as she tore off a handful of the cheap toilet paper and wiped herself clean.

Tig spoke as he heard her pull her snug pants up and turned around as he spoke, catching her tie the drawstring into a limp bow.

“We got a ways to go, are you feeling up to that?”

Kari stared down at loopy bow as she side-stepped to the metal sink and pink pump hand soap.

“That’s fine,” she said and washed her hands with the icy water.

Kari rinsed her hands clean before cupping the water and splashing it over her face before dabbing her skin dry with the rough, brown paper towels.

She balled up the paper in her hands when she turned and found his eyes searching hers.

“What?” Kari asked, her senses at sudden Def Con One at the unreadable expression in his neutral eyes, reflexively considering throwing the crushed wad of 100% recycled paper towels at him like a dirty snowball.

Tig blinked slowly as he let his hands splay out casually at his sides, his fingertips twitching to find out what her face looked like when she came. He blew out a sharp breath as he felt blood begin to trickle into his thick cock tucked behind his zipper.

“Are you okay?” Kari asked, her wariness pushed aside when she misread his barely suppressed lust as feelings of sudden illness.

Kari took an automatic step forward before the cloud obscuring his surging, heated raw need fell away from Tig’s sparkling eyes and she found herself feeling like a wounded gazelle with the hungry, singular attention of a blood-thirsty carnivorous predator.

“No, I’m not okay,” Tig admitted with a rasp and thoroughly shook Kari’s jumbled thoughts like a holiday snow globe.

“What is it?” she asked with a stilted tone, caught between moving forward or backwards against the sink.

“I’m not sure I’m up for all the driving,” Tig began before Kari quickly interrupted.

“I can drive, just give me directions.”

“It’s not the length of the drive,” he interrupted back as he started to close the already small distance between them. “We need to deal with something before we get out of here.”

His tone and movement forced her backwards, but any progress was stopped by the edge of the sink biting into her lower back as he continued to advance.

“We? Deal with what?” Kari asked as he put one hand on the sink on either side of her hips, keeping her locked within his arms, a breath away from touching her.

“You’re distracting me, I can’t focus,” Tig said as he leaned closer, his exhale hot against her face.

Kari scoffed and frowned, her irritation growing and overshadowing her discomfort for a moment.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she snapped and tried to physically slide out of the circle of his arms.

Tig growled and caught her up in his embrace, pulling her nearly off his feet as he pressed his lips to her ear. “I can’t think of anything else but fucking you,” he whispered urgently and roughly pushed her back against the sink, simultaneously lifting her until he could insinuate himself between her thighs.

“Well, that’s direct,” Kari managed as she shifted as much as his hold would allow, still processing his admission.

“Is it the worst idea?” Tig asked in a strangled tone as he smoothed a hand through her hair and pressed his lips against the racing pulse in the side of her neck.

He didn’t catch everything Kari whispered, only the word “obligation,” came through clear.

Tig teased his long fingers through her hair and pulled her head back until her neck grew taut, whispering as his lips hovered over hers. “What did you say?”

Kari held his gaze as long as she could until she sagged under his hold and how wrapped up he had her in his arms, letting her eyes fall closed as she spoke.

“I was thinking of the oath I took, taking the obligation freely,” she breathed, opening her eyes as she added. “Defending foreign and domestic enemies.”

“I’m not your enemy,” Tig murmured and kept his hold in her warm silken strands unbreakable as he slid his free hand to smooth under the curve of her bottom and tug her closer.

Kari inhaled sharply as he slid his hand to the tied, floppy bow of her linen pants, lightly tugging.

“I’m not your enemy,” Tig repeated before he carefully let his lips touch hers, forcing himself to take his time.

“Take this obligation freely,” Kari’s mind repeated on a loop as she tentatively raised her hands to rest on his waist, partially for the self-serving need for balance.

“Freely, freely,” she nearly said aloud as she slid one hand to close around his wrist as he pulled at her drawstring bow with greater urgency.

“I couldn’t possibly have sex in this filthy bathroom,” Kari chuckled nervously as she pushed at his hand. within a breath from touching the front of his body.

“How about the van?” Tig countered quickly and easily shook her hand free.

“No, I can’t,” she murmured shaking her head.

“Can’t or won’t?” he asked as he leaned back to search her eyes, scrutinizing every minute muscle movement in her expression.

Kari opened her mouth to speak but didn’t know how to explain the four guys she had wrapped her life around and got fucked over worse each time.

The high school boyfriend who promised the moon.

The college boyfriend who promised the solar system.

The rebound boyfriend turned fast fiancé and most recently, the crushing, bitterly ended one-night stand with another agent that led to her transfer to the other coastline.

“This is all way too fast and overwhelming,” Kari managed and covered her mouth as she laughed and added. “I had a bad experience with rushing stuff and found out the hard way that I’m not into casual sex.”

Tig pulled her fingertips away from her mouth and adjusted his grip until he could slide the same hand to his zipper and fumble the metal tab down.

Kari renewed her struggling and tried to kick free when he had one hand occupied with his zipper.

“Wait,” he demanded and begged on a needy growl as he yanked his hardening cock free and stroked it to painfully hard life.

“What’s wrong with casual?” he asked as he increased the squeezing rhythm around the thick shaft of his rigidity, his breathing picking up the pace.

“Sex should mean something,” she answered quickly and lowly as he paused jerking at his dick long enough to wrench the wad of paper towels from her clenched fist.

“How could I make it mean something with me?” Tig panted as an electrical coil tightened through his throbbing length and made his balls pull up close to his body, readying to come.

“I don’t know how to answer that,” Kari gasped as she felt him rub the smooth head of his cock against the inside of her thigh, fighting every fiber in his being that wanted to tear the crotch of her pants open and bury himself to the hilt in her wet center.

“I’m not going to take anything you don’t want to give,” Tig said on a strangled groan as he felt his orgasm an imminent event.

Kari watched his pupils dilate and his sparkling cerulean blue orbs practically dilated as he came hard against the crumpled ball of paper towels, the recycled fibers soaking up his sticky seed.

As he tried to get his breathing rate under control, the blissful afterglow of his stimulated nervous system let him see what she needed, what she was afraid to ask for.

Tig buried his face in the warm curve of her neck, feeling her pulse galloping under his lips, his exhale warm as he spoke against her flushed skin.

“What did you say?” Kari asked, unsure if she had clearly interpreted his muffled words.

“What if we were married?” Tig asked raggedly, urgently crushing his mouth to hers and thrusting his tongue against her lips, fucking her mouth like he wanted to fill her cunt.

1 note · View note

the-jade-cross · 3 years

Text

Burning Water - Chapter XI

Chapter 11

It was a beautiful morning at Kings landing. The sun was shining, the breeze blowing and in the eyes of Cersei Lannister, it could not be a better day and in the eyes of Jaime Lannister, it could not get any worse. Maya lay wrapped up in a cloak that was much too hot for this southern climate, hiding beneath the feet of Loras and Margaery who had agreed to not mention her peculiar hidden presence there, for reasons they were not aware of, but they trusted their big sister enough to not question her strange behavior.

Maya had one eye peering through the slit of her hood that she didn’t keep wrapped tight around herself. She could see the ring below and the Mountain walking back and forth. She wanted to rip that man from the head to the feet for his pompous snobbish ego he possessed. Out of the corner of her eye she spied Oberyn Martell stride into the ring with a long spear in his hand and while he wore no helmet (just how stupid was he!?), he did look much more sober than the girl was expecting. Perhaps he was considering her words that she had so “politely” lashed out at him the night before.

Maya could barely hear anything through the thick fabric of her cloak, but she recognized the loud voice of the High Sparrow announce the beginning of the fight and she bit her lip when the two men ran at each other. it was the kind of day where she wanted to sit on the very edge of her seat and grip the arms of her seat in order to not notice the twisting feeling in her gut but as fate had it, and at Evelyn’s suggestion, the girl lay quiet and unobserved beneath the very bottom bench, waiting to see if she needed to intervene. She sighed in relief when she felt a faint breeze wash over, realizing that Nanteza had purposely changed said direction of the wind in accordance with their plan. The fight was well matched, both the Mountain and the Prince were worthy opponents. However, Oberyn soon got the upper hand with his quick maneuvers and swift escapes. Before long, the Prince began to shout at the Mountain and Maya could not blame the man for the things that he said.

“Say her name! Elia Martell. You raped her, you murdered her ! You killed her children ,” the furious Prince growled as he took a swipe at the large man's leg.

Maya cringed at the cry of pain that came from the Mountain. Knowing the Prince, that spear was probably sharp enough to cut steel. Maya slowly moved in her wrapped tortilla state until she was able to stick her two hands out and clenching her hands into fists, extended only her pointer and middle fingers in dual peace signs before she slowly began to move them to the rhythm of the Mountain’s arms. Meanwhile, Oberyn continued to repeat those words while taking jabs at the Mountain when all of a sudden, a second weapon appeared in the Mountain’s hand ... along dagger... An illegal second weapon! Maya smirked. That worked. The Mountain had just forfeited the match to Oberyn Martell!

While the Mountain seemed just as surprised by the appearance of the second weapon as everyone else was, he chose to use it anyway and slashed at the unexpecting Prince. Oberyn narrowly avoided the dagger but the Mountain caught him beneath the legs with his foot and tripped him. The large man immediately towered over the Prince and his large hands grabbed Oberyn’s skull .

“Elia Martel.” the Mountain taunted “I raped her, I murdered her... I killed her children.”

Maya glared. Okay, that was it. Reaching out with her boot, she tapped her brother and sister in the leg and immediately, they moved their feet to the side so that the girl could roll out when she needed to. Just when the Mountain was about to put enough pressure on the prince’s skull to make him bleed, a deep so long sound split the air and the Mountain was thrown back by an unknown force. The crowd gasped and their eyes fell on the object protruding from the Mountain’s shoulders, the thing that had knocked him back... a jet-black arrow of pure metal. Maya sighed. Great shot Evelyn!

It was like everyone forgot to breathe as they looked around for the source of the Archer until they all spied the dark figure who stood crouched on the wall that overlooked the ring. The black figure, masked and poised like an assassin gave off an eerie dominance and many people present went pale at the sight of the massive iron bow that the stranger held in one hand. Rising to their full height, the person was not very tall but by the way their eyes were shadowed by the hood up on their head seemed to Pierce a person's soul, made up for the lack of height. As calm as the cat, the stranger strode towards the Mountain who had just pulled the arrow from his shoulder and Oberyn who had gotten to his feet.

“Who are you?” the Prince demanded, “you forfeited the fight!”

The hooded figure slowly shook their head, “he forfeited it first. And he would have killed you. I'm a friend... and I suggest you step back and let me repay the Mountain and Cersei Lannister for all they have done.”

Maya sighed in relief when she saw Oberyn back down, seemingly shocked at hearing a woman’s voice from behind the mask and she saw Evelyn approach the Mountain.

“so, you are the warlock.” the man sneered, “I have heard quite a few tales about you. I do not recall any of them saying that you were a girl.”

Evelyn shrugged and shifted her bow to her left hand, “well then perhaps you will have to remember this.”

This was Maya’s signal. Rolling out like she was rolling down a hill, she slipped from beneath the bench and was sure to ignore the gasps and cries of shock that came with her sudden appearance and not bothering to look back, she leapt over the railing and down toward the ground. As she descended, her cloak flew off her body and she was glad of it. That thing was like the skin of a grizzly bear! She landed on her feet like a gazelle and threw her head back, thankful that she had enlisted the help of Nanteza to braid her hair into multiple tight cornrows so that her hair would be the least of her worries. She was grateful that the dark blue and black leather outfit she wore was lightweight or she would have melted from the heat by now. She made a sweeping motion behind her back and drew out her dual swords from where they had been attached to her back in their sheath before she slowly approached the Mountain, the two girls cornering him between them.

The Mountain let out a roar and charged at Maya. the girl did not even flinch but held her swords behind her as if preparing to run at him. Just when the Mountain was almost upon her, Evelyn ran at him from behind and slipping underneath his legs, planted herself between the man and the girl and drawing her bow, landed a fresh arrow right in his gut, making him stumble back.

While he recovered, Evelyn dropped to a kneeling position and bent her head so that when Maya ran at her from behind, the redhead used Evelyn’s back as a stepping stool to make a clear, clean leap over the Mountains head. As she somersaulted over him, she slashed at the back of his neck and the man cried out in pain as blood spouted from the fresh wound.

Maya made a perfect cat like land on the ground, one hand steadying her landing. The Mountain looked between the two girls in fury before rushing at Evelyn. The girl strapped her boat her back and ducked to avoid his sword before she made two quick punches at his sternum, making him grunt and gasp before she flipped and struck him in the nose with both feet . He could barely breathe between every strike the girl laid on him and did not even see that Evelyn was backing him toward the wall.

Maya had made a run at the wall and ran up it a good five steps before she pushed off hard and flipped. As she went, she looked her swords around the Mountain's neck and brought him down with her period with the Mountain pinned, she planted her legs over his shoulders to hold his arms down and kept the swords snug against the exposed skin of his neck.

The man tried to struggle but Maya held him down as Evelyn approached them with bow in hand.

“give me one good reason why I should not kill you.” she growled.

The Mountain sneered, “the match is not one until someone yields and I will never yield to you.”

Evelyn shrugged, “your call.”

Loading her bow in an instant, she pointed the arrow at the man's left eye and he cried out.

“ OK! I yield!”

Seemingly satisfied, Evelyn turned the arrow just little and let it burn itself in his shoulder, pinning him to the ground. Maya got to her feet and whispered to Evelyn.

“Nanteza will get Tyrion out of here but you need to bolt!”

Evelyn nodded but turning her head, seemed to become distracted by a figure in the crowd. Maya knew that she would have a hard enough job explaining her intervention in the fight to everyone and she did not want to have to explain Evelyn to them as well so she quickly conjured a cloud of mist that swallowed herself and Evelyn up. Grabbing Evelyn’s hand, they bolted and when the mist settled, they were gone.

Maya quickly retracted the mist cloud that she had produced out of instinct and looking around was relieved to see that she had landed herself in Evelyn in the gardens. They could still hear the shouting coming from the ring .

“ thanks, ” Evelyn sighed, “you should get back before you are missed. I will meet you and Oberyn Martell tonight at the docks to explain everything to him.. but only after Nanteza gets Tyrion out of here and Lillia speaks with Jaime. We have to do it steps at a time.”

Maya nodded, “it felt just like when we were little and romping around in High Garden.”

Evelyn smiled before she quickly dove out the back gate, leaving Maya all alone. The Tyrell girl gathered her wits before she hurried back to the trial. She should at least check to be sure that Oberyn was alright. The Mountain had squeezed his skull rather hard before they intervened. The girl strode up to the tent outside the ring that bore the colors of Dorne and standing outside the tent were two guards. When Maya approached, they bowed.

“Thank you my lady for rescuing our prince. He would have died if it weren’t for you and the Warlock,” one of the guards said.

Maya smiled, “Happy to help any way I can.”

The other guard opened the flap to let her pas and Maya made to enter but froze when she looked inside. There stood Oberyn and with him, her hands on his neck and lips practically eating his face was his paramour, Ellaria Sand. Maya hastily stepped back and without explaining herself to the perplexed guards, ran off back to the manor. The two guards watched her go in disappointment and no one knew exactly why the two guards were scowling in Ellaria’s direction the rest of the day.

*******

Maya scowled at Margaery as the younger Tyrell girl snuck out of Prince Tommen’s bedroom with a smile on her face.

“The next time you want to have a secret rendezvous in the future King’s chambers in the dead of night, do not choose me to be your personal bodyguard.”

Margaery smirked, “ well I knew that if we were followed, you had a better chance of defeating them than anyone else . Besides you agreed to this!”

Maya rolled her eyes, “ because you threatened to tell Olenna about how I snuck the Dornish Prince down to the docks last night to meet the warlock so that he knew who and why the two of us intervened in the fight yesterday!”

Margaery giggled, “ it's so fun sneaking around though! And when I marry Tommen and he is made King, I will be Queen and you will be the sister of the Queen! Not even Cersei Lannister can tell us what to do and what not to do.”

The girl only got a pointed glare from her older sister and Margaery grunted , “ you are particularly ornery tonight. It doesn't happen to be related to what transpired directly after the trial yesterday is it?”

Maya remembered how she had returned from smuggling Evelyn out of King's landing and had gone to check on Oberyn, only to find his paramour with her long , Bony hands all over him and her sneering mouth on his. Maya had never once realized just how ridiculous her dreams of marrying Oberyn had been until she happened upon that scene. It had sent a sick feeling to her gut and the girl realized how dangerous and toxic jealousy could be.

For never in her life had she hated Ellaria Sand until she saw the woman snogging Oberyn in broad daylight and the sudden realization that the woman was mother to half of Oberyn's daughters made her want to strangle the woman. The girl sighed and shaking her head, tried to rid her mind of those awful and insanely cruel thoughts. Oberyn was Ellaria’s even before he held maya's heart and even though Maya was unable to retrieve her heart from the Prince’s clutches, Ellaria had his heart.

“ Maya?” Margaery whispered, “ you all right there? I'm sorry, I did not mean to upset you.”

Maya snapped out of her wandering thoughts and smiled at her sister , “oh... it's not you... I was just thinking of other things.”

Margaery shrugged and scurried down the corridor towards her bedroom and Maya made to follow when she heard a voice whisper yell her name . The girl spun around and raised both hands, clenching her fingers in fists except for her pointer and middle fingers which she held extended together like a peace sign, prepared to knock the intruder on their back with a blast but the girl dropped her defensive pose when she recognized the owner of said intruding whispering. Loras stood guard in his night garments, a white cotton shirt practically untucked from his black pants and his feet were bare.

“Loras?” the girl hissed, “what are you doing lurking around like someone who is up to no good? I almost killed you!”

Loras grinned sheepishly , “father needs to speak with you and he sent me to obtain your presence. ”

Maya raised one fire red eyebrow in skepticism , “you seriously want me to believe that father woke you up at a quarter to midnight to send you on an errand to locate your older sister?”

The youngest Tyrell pondered that question for a moment before he winced, “ it sounded so believable when I went over it in my head. Fine. I woke father up and I came of my own free will to summon you to a very important late night discussion. You have been so busy recently that I can barely get 2 words in with you.”

The girl shrugged, “ I have been rather free as of late actually. Are you sure it has not been you dear brother who has been preoccupied of late?”

Loras glared at her, “do not turn this around on me! Father and I need to speak with you effective immediately and it cannot wait.”

The girl sighed and trudged after her brother , quite sure that her devious little sister could find her own way back to her chambers. Loras led them down the dark hallways to Mace Tyrell's chambers. after knocking, the two entered and winced at the blaring torchlight that Mace held up to their eyes as he checked to make sure that they were welcome intruders.

The old man grinned at Mya but not in the gentle loving way a father should look at his child but like a conquering King who had just laid eyes on his much desired unconquered land and it made Maya sick to her stomach.

“ ah my dear,” the man stated, walking over to his desk to sit down before looking at them, “ from the look on your face, I am guessing that Loras has not told you yet .”

Maya frowned and turned to look at Loras who looked suddenly anxious all of a sudden.

“ about what?” she asked , not liking the level of tension in the room .

Mace went to explain but Loras beat him to it, knowing that if he allowed their father to explain the delicate matter, he would shatter the delicate matter.

“ father tasked me with the responsibility of finding you a husband within two weeks. With Margaery and Tommen’s wedding in just three weeks, and after that all the guests and eligible bachelors will be returning to their own kingdoms, it was vital that we found you a husband quickly. I managed to select a man whom I feel will marry you not because of your power or out of revenge against us and I am sure that he will treat you very well. I have discussed it with him and he agreed to the marriage on the condition that you are to wed him in a week’s time .”

Loras's voice had gotten softer as he spoke for every word that left his lips caused the scowl on maya's face to deepen.

“you what!?” she yelled, “ I am quite sure that we were under the agreement that when you threw me out of Highgarden to protect your title that I would have control over my life's choices. As far as I can recall, whom I marry was not an exception .”

Her brother cringed at the fury and misery in her voice but Mace slammed his hands on the table and shouted , “ you ungrateful bitch! you have been nothing but trouble from Day 1! You are lucky that I do not strip you of your Tyrell surname!”

Maya was about to say something along the lines of, “ I would be glad to be rid of it” or something like that when Loras touched her elbow and whispered in her ear.

“Maya, be grateful that I selected your husband for you. If father had done it, he would have married you to Tywin Lannister .”

Maya growled low in her throat, Warning Loras to not cross the last line that he had not trespassed over but she knew that he was right. Perhaps her betrothed would be someone she could grow to love and help her move on from the man that she could never have and if he was a vulgar man, she could always live apart from him.

“who is it?” the girl huffed.

Mace smiled, thinking that he had been the cause for maya's submission.

“ it's...” Loras gulped, “ Oberyn Martell.”

On the other side of the Manor, Nanteza was woken brutally from her sleep by loud bellowing yell. She at first thought that something was on fire, a dead body had been found or Lillia had mistaken body lotion for whipped cheese again but after looking around and observing the way that the water in her bedside jug had practically exploded and then froze in its suspended state , she knew that Maya had heard the news.

Early the next morning, Oberyn knocked on his niece’s door and Nanteza opened it, grinning.

“I take it that you know something about why every ounce of water in the Manor is frozen?”

The girl grinned, “it is the natural phenomenon that comes with maya's emotions influencing water. Apparently she is upset about something.”

The girl purposely failed to mention that the type of upset that Maya was experiencing was without a doubt, overjoyed and shocked upsetness. The girl rather enjoyed watching her uncle's face take on a hurt expression like a puppy that had just been scolded.

*****

The beach that usually was spotless sea of flat sand was littered by the bare footprints of a woman's feet . She had evidently walked down to the beach from the back garden gate and judging by the depths of the prints, she had been in a foul mood and probably stomping. As Oberyn walked on, following the footprints that zigzagged across the beach, he began to see that the footprints became more shallow as the owner of the feet wore off Her former fury.

This both relieved him and worried him. Would Maya be pleased to be interrupted by him or would she just go back to her deep footprints that radiated fury? Oberyn , after learning that Maya had taken the news of their betrothal rather violently, he had chosen to give her 24 hours of space before speaking with her but then with the whole announcement of Lily and James's wedding, he added another 10 hours of space for good measure.

When the man finally caught up to his future bride, he found her standing at the edge of the water, her simple Brown ankle length dress with the metallic core set that came up just below her bosom was blowing in the wind behind her period her blue eyes were closed and her hair down and loose. Oberyn gripped the waist of his tunic to keep from reaching out and running his fingers through the thick ringlets that seemed to just yearn to be stroked.

“ if you are going to say something, then you probably should get it out.” Maya mumbled without turning towards him or opening her eyes.

Oberyn swallowed and clasped his hands behind his back in a nervous habit, “ I wanted to speak with you... about our engagement.”

He saw Maya's shoulders lift and then fall in a sigh and this time she turned and looked the man dead in the eyes, “walk with me?”

The man immediately fell into stride beside Maya and while they were silent for awhile, both were surprisingly content walking with the other at their side.

“I understand that your father wished for marriage in a few days but I fear that there was a misunderstanding between the two of us.” the man spoke up.

Maya scoffed , “it would not be the first time period pray tell what was the real story? That you wished for me to be your second paramour?”

Oberyn frowned and grabbing Maya’s elbow, turned her to look at him as they slowed to a stop. “Never. Ellaria has been my paramour for years but the moment I agreed to this marriage, that title for her is gone. She will be the mother of my youngest daughters and nothing else.”

Maya pursed her lips, wondering if she could believe those words, “And what pray tell was the real story that my father misinterpreted?”

“I wish for you to accompany me to Dorne for a few months before we are wed… so that you may see the city, meet my brother and nephew… and my daughters… and at the end of that time, if you do not see yourself being happy, we can call off the engagement.”

Maya resisted the urge to throw her arms around the man and kiss him senseless for those caring words coming from him went straight to her heart but she knew that between the time that the two of them first met and when they met again in the brothel, Oberyn Martell had changed and she needed to know if she could trust the new Oberyn.

“For how long?” she asked, surprised at how breathy her voice was.

Oberyn smiled, “I was thinking four months but if that is not enough…”

Maya shook her head, “Four months sounds reasonable…”

“And if you wish to call off the wedding before then, I will not prevent you. It is your choice,” Oberyn assured her.

Maya wet her lips with her tongue and Oberyn’s eyes were drawn from her ocean blue eyes to her plump pink lips.

“Why are you doing this?” was the next question that left Maya’s lips, “You hold no love for me and owe my family nothing. Is this because you want to be the one to conquer Maya Tyrell in bed? Hate to break it to you but you would not be my first…”

Oberyn’s neck muscles twitched in anger. He wanted to demand the name of her rapist on pleading knees but knew that it was not the time to talk of that, “You may find it hard to believe my lady but I am attracted to you and not just by your looks. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met but you are also the one who makes me laugh, makes me think harder than I ever have before and I have found recently, you are the only one who can make me see things in a different light than what they are… not to mention you always leave me frustrated. You are intelligent, stubborn, unique, aggravating and kind…”

Maya began to walk again, hoping that the red setting sun would mask the blush taking over her cheeks.

“Well it is good that this is not just because of my looks… I have four months to get to know you and I hope you see that there is more to me than the layer of flesh encasing my body often referred to as flesh.”

Oberyn smirked, amused, “I would…. I could never think that of you Lady Maya. You are not the only one who is more than what they seem. I may appear light hearted and free spirited to you but since Robert’s Rebellion and the death of my sister, I have been concerned about my brother Doran who has fallen into depression since the love of his life did in the sack of Kings Landing. He has been urging me since then to find a bride so that I may know something of what he once had and felt but it was not until your sixteenth nameday when I danced with you that I actually saw myself settling down and marrying a woman who would be my lifelong partner.”

Maya tilted her head, hoping that Oberyn couldn’t hear the pounding of her racing heart, “So I imagine you will be a relatively loyal husband?”

Oberyn’s face darkened, “I will be as loyal to my wife as if I were joined to her at the hip. My sister was abandoned by her coward of a treacherous husband who couldn’t keep his eyes off temptation when he had a lovely, caring wife and two beautiful children… his infidelity not only cost Elia her life and honor but was also the reason for the war that tore this world apart. All for a dark haired temptress who had no business seducing a married man.”

Maya found herself smiling, knowing that by those words, Oberyn would be forever faithful should they wed, “You sound like Evelyn when you speak of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen. You wouldn’t think to look at her but she seems to hate them as much as you do if not more.”

Oberyn sighed, trying to calm himself from his angry outburst, “I apologize for snapping at you my lady… I am not angry with you.”

Maya smiled and surprising both herself and Oberyn, looped her arm through his and began to walk down the beach, “I know.”

The sun set on Kings Landing and on the beach, there were now the prints of two pairs of feet, side by side, both shallow and light before they faded into the firth earth and grass of the dunes.

Okay, there is the end of part 1!!!!! Part 2 will coincide with season five of Game of Thrones:) Enjoy!

#oberyn Martell x reader #oberyn Martell x you #oberyn Martell x oc #oberyn martell #oberyn #got #game of thrones

3 notes · View notes

telleroftales-blog · 3 years

Text

Perit, She Who Sculpted The Earth

In the age of Dardanus, father of all, of the gods It was decreed the word which would become law She who perched her nest high atop Tomor mountain Among those who claimed descent from the Eagle Must seek the spirit of the mountain, queen of the rocks That all who would seek to rule the land and their children For without her blessing all the desires and dreams of Man... Zana be her name, the all powerful, the very soul of the land She Zana, spirit of the mountains and the hills With Ora of the lakes and rivers, streams and waterfalls... Without her blessing all endeavor would certainly fail As a horse might falter slipping on a rock Watching over the terrain, it was they who guided Perit She, who did flatten the plains, allowing the fire From within the earth to belch forth Her forge and bellows for her handiwork Did she carved the river gorges and shaped The mighty mountain peaks, the inner caves of the Earth To hide the gems and precious stones for a future day To the lowland swamps where men plowed the fertile fields To gain of their sustenance, toiling daily Thus she formed volcanoes, and also the hot springs Of boiling water, the smell of sulphur ever present Fermented by the mud and dirt cast down from high places After years of toil and sweat carving the Earth as we know it

Perit rested, sweaty now and panting from exhaustion Lonely now, she desired company... For she was alone and the silence was far too much for her So she separated her male half from her female side For she was of two genders, the right and the left The male and the female powerfully intertwined as one And thus she created Man, whom she named Burri A companion and accomplice, in love and harmony Did the two dwell together Perit was a goddess of action and will She gave to Burri all that he desired and needed In joy and in ecstasy did she proclaim her deed... “I brought ye here, therefore it is I who must provide for you Ask and ye shall receive, for thou art my companion I shall be here for you always, my love and my soul As we both will dwell in this place together, happily The carved mountains and valleys, the gouged river gorges This place which I have created with my arms and muscle That give a path of relief to the raging waters From the heavens above, all this I share with you" One day Perit gave birth to a baby girl And the couple were overjoyed Her name was Bija, a child of light with precious eyes Perit and Burri were happy and they celebrated For many years, day after day they partook of the dance of life Singing unto the spirits of the mountains and rivers A song most joyous and happy Until the day of darkness arrived.... The day that their daughter Bija became a maiden, a woman Her eyes were full and bright like the Moon now Burri eyed his daughter with evil intent, with a lustful heart Her figure shapely, her breasts ample, her curves inviting Burri, not knowing work, the skills of the hunt or seeking sustenance Knew not the responsibility of maintaining life and property He fell prey to his inner lust, the call to damnation One day as Perit was out hunting, seeking rabbits for food But she didn’t have difficulty finding game Nor did she need to seek and stalk this time, as she always did For a lone hare came to her, and told her prophecy- “Accept me as thy sacrifice, for today your life will change Throw thy spear surely into my heart, for on this day You too shall be wounded deeply This is the price you must pay for daring to imagine That ye could create anything on your own Thou has carved the rocks and cleared the forests Rendering them into plains and fields And into mighty mountain ranges that encircle the seas Oh goddess, hast thou not heard the cries of pain From those trees and stones as ye cut and forged them? When ye thought to render them to your own desires? There is a price for everything you touch There is a price for living, a price for even being alive" Perit could not fully comprehend what the hare Was trying to say, thinking these words a ploy To ward off impending death at the throw of her lance To escape his fate which awaited him She Perit, spoke- “Think thou not that thy words might spare ye, oh grey hare I shall slay ye and eat of thy flesh, yes I and my Man, and my child, for we must endure Survival is the way of the living, not the dead Thy flesh will taste sweet when it roasted over an open fire This is my world, my land, and thou art but an inhabitant You have a home due to my carving of the rocks Into mountains and valleys have I rendered them Be still, as your death will be swift indeed" And with that she cast her spear with all her might It entered the hare’s chest and protruded from it’s other side The animal closed it's eyes and died in an instant Perit carried her motionless catch on her back She brought it home where she was to prepare a fire So as to cook her prize to feast upon that very evening But as she gathered some wood for the fire To her amazement she heard human cries and moans Coming from behind a great rock She went to investigate and witnessed the unthinkable The unimaginable, the greatest impossibility... There was Burri, mounted atop his daughter, Bija Engaged was he in a most lewd act Bija was crying and screaming, and resisted his advances Having scratched and bit at her father’s face In an attempt at defense The bloody marks upon his visage were evidence Of her attempt to ward him off But she was powerless to resist his muscular strength Which pinned her as a lion pins a gazelle And he continued his savage thrusts amid her cries Unaware of Perit’s arrival he continued Deaf to her approach, blind to all awareness Due to the state of lust he had entered into Perit, enraged at this betrayal, came to the aid of her daughter And firmly took hold of Burri’s legs And in the throes of her anger she, with all her force Threw him over the rock, over the mountains Where he landed forcibly in some lonesome valley However, poor Bija, so enwrapped tightly as she was Caught within his mighty embrace That she too was accidentally thrown along with him Burri landed on the soft side of a riverbed But the beautiful daughter had fallen now from his grasp And fell to her death in the chasm below Her mangled body now crushed, ripped and bloodied Lying upon the rocks forged by Perit’s own handiwork Perit stood silent on the cliff’s edge, unable to speak Tears filled her eyes but she was unable to look down below Into the valley where her beloved daughter lay Her body motionless and still, once breathing now dead Perit was in a state of shock and disbelief Still not able to understand what had just occurred, or why Now she began to contemplate the prophecy of the hare who informed her That as he would be wounded by her spear so she would be as well... Death for a death, a deed for a deed, this is the law of life She took a deep breath and let out a great moan Like that of a wounded she bear Or as a wolf howling at the Moon on a cold Winter’s night After she was able to compose herself, the great Perit called out to Burri from atop the mountain home that was once his Given in love, joy and generosity Perit cried out in a stern voice that echoed across the valley- “Be it known that thou hast broken my trust Oh wretched man! What a despicable act you have committed With all that I have done for you! Never will you dwell here with me again And you shall live out your days In that lonely valley, with snakes and scorpions As companions and friends From this day forth, let there be a solemn word for all Who enter into an agreement The solemn word shall be called Besa, a sacred oath Of loyalty and fealty And let there be death for those who dare to break this word A thousand curses on those who break the Besa Upon them and all their families For a thousand years, until their name and memory Is wiped from the Earth, forever Thou hast broken my heart Until now did I think myself immortal I shall live out my years here alone, until the day I pass From this miserable existence Once again is the dominion of the Earth returned To the great spirits of the mountains and the lakes Praise be to Zana and Ora! Who will watch over the land and the people Never granting power to tyrants and evil doers Reminding all that we are powerless For our existence is but a dream The land survives, that which I carved with The muscle of my arms and the sweat of my brow... The mountains, the river gorges, the plains The rocky shores, all of it All there for the future generations, to live upon Or to make war upon each other As humans see fit, as men will see fit For men will surely destroy this world Though they be created of women, they are The breakers of trust and the greediest of beings May all their doings be cursed with vagueness And their work regarded with much suspicion” Perit ordered some eagles to fetch The broken body of her abused daughter And bring it back to her proximity When they returned she clutched Bija tightly Kissing her forehead repeatedly Rocking her lifeless body to and fro As she did when she was an infant in her arms Blending her tears with her daughter’s now bloodied face Singing in monotones that song which would become known as vajtim The chant of the dead... “Oh my dream, my vision, where have ye flown? Innocent one, ‘tis I who brought you into this world And I who dared to think I could create your destiny Nor will you carry on my lineage Never will you embrace the arms of a lover Never will you know the joy of the hunt The pleasant song of birds are not for your ears Or the sound of fish splashing about in the rivers Forgive me, for it was out of love and need that I acted Fooled and tricked by the man I created for my own desires The old hare was correct, there is a price for everything in this life…the hare paid this price with his... I pay with the life of my daughter! I damn this creation which I alone have brought forth Woe is me and mine, forever, woe unto me and mine For what we have done!” Then she Perit once again stood on the precipice And called out to all the world- “From this day forth let it be known To all the descendants of generations to come For any of you to be a ruler among the nations and the tribes Know that they must come to this mountain And seek the guidance of the great spirits Zana and Ora Who will surely test them as to their dedication And as to their truthfulness And if these would-be chiefs are proved worthy They will be granted their blessing If they are proven not worthy Let them be cast down into the chasm below Their crushed bodies a reminder of My own poor Bija’s crushed body Which lay there alone and innocent Her young blood mingling with the river's flow For those who pass the test of Zana and Ora They who rise forth to take command of the clans And lead their people to victory Let their lives be a story recounted when they die So that when they leave you, sing of their glories Or sing then of their evil deeds So all will know who they were and what they did in life Sing the vajtim and sing it loudly! This will be a warning that would insure They live a life of noble gratitude and justice Rather than one of trickery, evil doings and lust” These last commandments were thus delivered Echoing in the valley until the coming of men Citing that all beings will do what they see fit in their time Though humans have no knowledge of what the future may hold or how one’s actions will affect others on the morrow Perit looked up at the mountain peak where Zana and Ora Dwelled among the clouds that enshrouded these mountains She asked for their forgiveness, to which they gave With that Perit closed her eyes and without hesitation Leapt from the cliff, plunging into the valley below Her blood and her being blended with the fast moving river The violently churning waters became now Like the foam and bubbles produced by Those helpless unfortunates drowning, thrashing about To save their own lives… Thus the swiftly flowing water became known for all time As Lum i Shkumbi, the River of Foam How foolish then, are the created ones? Those beings, all of them, Men and Beasts Born into this prison of existence Nothing can be done about our situation As we have no choice in the matter No chest of gold or silver will deliver us from our destiny There is a price we pay to be alive, to be, costly indeed For the very experience of living But to live accordingly, with honor and dignity With the knowledge of trust and law This is what helps the pain of the reality So we can pass on to our children our stories They who will dwell in a realm we can never hope to see... That we might be remembered one day by those Who come after us, who will tell our stories and recite our tales… In the realm of multiple tomorrows

#illyrian ancientmythology ancientbalkans creationmyths albania folklore

4 notes · View notes

oathofmaestro · 5 years

Text

morningstar -- a thor fic;; [1/?]

(( style/rating: blasphemic, filthy, allconsuming ))

suggested song: closer - nine inch nails

word count: 2,175

tw: noncon/dubcon - mentions of demons - blood - gore - stockholm syndrome - bodily fluids // dark!slightlydemonic!Thor x fem!reader // this is filthy smut with a bit of plot, so there may be a chance for this to become a story in the future or at least a two parter before the challenge ends as this is for @waiting4inspiration ‘s writing challenge. thanks for hosting, i had way too much fun with this one! ****please remember to read the trigger warnings!!! they are there for your protection!!!****

m/n: i’m only here to make you feel good. conducting symphonies is my speciality; for this piece, i have chosen to go dark!, so please keep that in mind when (listening) to this particular symphony. should you read this and have a request, feel free to inbox me, I would love to turn your thoughts into a masterpiece. from me to you, i wish you many happy days, and please enjoy the concerto below.

until next time,

( MAESTRO )

—–

Eyes snapping open, chest heaving; a dream interrupted as Thor breathed in and he could smell it;

Copper pennies, the strongest of metals – it did not matter because the scent all but walked up and slapped him before settling like the thickest fog, a fog he was getting lost in.

Your blood was calling to Thor, and it had arisen the nasty demon that slumbered within him. Thor could feel it pulling at his senses as he lay next to you, watching you writhe uncomfortably, the beginnings of three days of pure hell for you –

The stairway to heaven for him.

Wordlessly, he nosed his way along your neck as you slept, a soft moan falling from your lips as your body responded to him, despite being unconscious. Your veins were thick and pumping and he could feel himself getting hotter as he did so, his own pupils slowly going lust blown and darker as he pressed a kiss to your jugular.

The God of Thunder.

He knew his title and he knew it well, for it was what had initially attracted you after all, as someone who worked for Stark Industries and had managed to stick around way longer than the others. You somehow made your way onto the team at the Avengers compound, and Thor had taken an interest in you, for you were brainy, as well as being beautiful and a touch too pure.

He wanted to break you, he did. Had decided that for himself when he’d seen your smiling face and watched your actions with the team, how you were natural with them, but very shy with him – o’ did he know then that he would take you for his own.

The God of Lightning.

Another role he played, but one that he coveted, just as he did you. There were days where you would be with him and would feel his hum, his static, and would be almost adrift in your arousal, which is how he preferred you – his cat in heat. Thor relished in taking you apart and he did so meticulously, wearing you down until you went from the confident woman you had been, to the mewling mess he had made you into. He would never let you know that he had methodically groomed you to want only him, but it had worked in his favour so deliciously.

The God of Strength.

It took three months, but he had finally decided to bed you after seeing you grow close to Steve and not being able to bear the thought. So, he had taken you in the dead of night from your home, though this had been planned from the start. Thor displayed his strength as he knew who had the upper hand in this arrangement and knew keeping you close was the only way to control a being that could not say no anymore.

You fought him for the first few days, avoiding his advances and attempting to escape his loft; until he took you by force, his cock twitching along your warm walls as he fucked you slow and deep, eyes searching yours and resonating within the confines of your soul – like he knew y o u , despite the pain and the hurt, and everything else – and you wondered why you felt the heat in your stomach bloom so exquisitely, so completely, that your shame fell upon your cheeks like rain.

Your complacency was what he needed, and he delighted in knowing he had conquered you, that you had completely submitted to his will. He fucked you until you cried out for him, until your legs quaked and you were unable to move, throat raw as you thanked him for giving his cock to you – why did you thank him? – and the job was done.

You stayed, and you questioned why every time he lathed his tongue along your folds, or tongued circles in to your heat, tasting the tart and youth that you brought to his life, and you panted, lusted for it, even. With every sparred glance he gave you after that, you craved him, and that didn’t make sense to you, but you knew it felt right, even though it was wrong; but, you were jumbled now, up was now down, morality had left you… and, Thor knew. Boy, did he know.

The God of Fertility.

You smelled like ambrosia, an elixir that could cure him, and he could feel the demon in him rising up to taste just how pure you really were. His cock strained in his boxers as he withdrew from your sleeping form to gaze over you, feral now as he licked his lips. The idea of tasting your blood made his own boil quite hotly, and he leaned in to trail kisses down your chest, hands coming up and fingers poised to twist your nipples through your cotton sleeping shirt.

Silently, he lifted the shirt as delicately as he could muster, and rounded his tongue along a pert nub before swallowing it softly between his lips. By now you had woken up with a gasp and had begun feeling the slight twinge of your cramps, as he too, could feel them radiating from your core. You would surely need to change and made a move to get up to do so before it stained the sheets, only to be pushed down and held in place.

“Thor? My stomach hurts, I have to get up –,” you began, only to be shushed, and you noted that his eyes looked like voids, pools of the blackest obsidian, and you were falling upwards into them.

“I’m going to make you feel better, minn dýrr,” he began and you widen your eyes at this, just as a crack of lightning sounded overhead. It had begun to rain, and you tore your gaze away from Thor’s to see the streaks hit the French windows that lead outside. Another pang hit you then and before you could speak, he was on you as if you were wounded prey – a gazelle on display to a hungry lion.

He pressed deeply into your stomach and you found yourself moaning at the sensation and became confused, though the pressure should have hurt, but instead you felt kept by it, raising you immediately. The static hum of being near him, mixed with the fluttering of your heart at the close proximity had you nearly sobbing for any touch he permitted you, and he obliged as his hand trailed low and shifted into the soft material of the boyshorts that encases you from him.

An audible groan left him as he swiped a finger through your growing slick and ichor and Thor circled your clit before slowly pulling down the panties with the other. Once in view, he latched onto your hooded pith and gathered enough of your sopping wet on his fingers to plunge deep into your gore, reaching your gspot easily. You gasped then, still slightly mortified that this was happening, that you could smell your own blood – but enjoying the feel of Thor’s fingers stretching you, the bloom inside of you opening up to him, all the same.

“I need you…” he trailed off, looking up to you with those blown out pupils, fingers working into you harder now. You had no words. His face was a mess, that beautiful golden beard of his tinged red, lips crusted slightly with your filth, and you knew that you should be appalled… that you should tell him to stop… but, when he licked his lips and brushed against that one spot you liked, you couldn’t stop your hands from crashing his face back into your soaking cunt.

“Fuck, Thor!” You breathed helplessly into the atmosphere as thunder boomed with lightning not far behind, guttural moans taking you as he lapped viciously at your impurity and it was seconds before the fingers inside you hit that spot again and you were bucking underneath him, grinding out your high on his face. Your body went limp and you sighed happily, your hands stilling in the gods hair.

“Your taste is divine, minn dýrr…” he trailed off, and he began to rise a bit so that he could shrug out of the boxers he had on, not bothering to wipe his face of you. His cock fell free and it leaked copious amounts of precum onto your leg where Thor hovered over you, and you cursed softly about not being able to catch it, to which he heard you and smiled. He fisted himself and positioned right at your quivering pussy, using the head of his cock to smear your slick along, earning a sharp moan from you once he pressed the head slowly into you.

…"Can you be a good girl and make me feel better ? I really do need you,“ he began and you nodded vigorously and relished at the name he called you, exalted, hungry and now completely enthralled with the idea of Thor fucking you through the pain, through this taboo you shared together. You ground your hips into his, blood staining along his flesh and be growled at your display, his own snapping forward to collide with you, now sunk deeply into the hilt.

You exploded.

The very fiber of your being built too quickly and you cried softly as he bottomed out – the sensation of the vibrations from his groans that were too much and enough all at once, becoming the only feeling you could readily identify.

You came hard, and as he slid out of you just so before slamming himself back in, the action sent you subtle bouts of electricity through your veins. You were on fire, even more so as you looked up at Thor, this mess of a dark angel that looked over you, blood around his mouth, eyes squeezed tight; was disheveled and beautiful simultaneously and you prayed to him silently that this was would never end; milking his cock within you, wanting every last piece of Thor for yourself.

At last, you were his.

Every tug of him inside your wet heat felt like paradise unleashed, and when Thor pulled a hand up to put pressure on your stomach again, you hollered loudly at the feeling, the sounds of your overly went cunt and skin slapping enough to build those feelings of contentment within you once more. Thor was coaxing you, cooing gently in contrast to his hips cracking into yours forcefully.

He was close and so were you as you reached up to run your hands along his body and up to his face, swiping at the gore around his mouth to press it to your own lips. Thor gasped then and suddenly he was on you, frantically capturing your lips with his, for you had broken the seal; he felt the dam break within as you clench around him and you tasted yourself and the ichor for the first time; a new world, indeed.

The God of Hallowing.

You came together, blood and sweat mixed with thick ropes of seed that painted your walls and shot against your cervix, and you took him for all that he was worth, just the way Thor liked it.

You fell back to sleep immediately, the sound of the rain lulling you, cum still leaking out of you and down your thighs, which Thor watched with renewed interest. It was filthy to the point where he wondered if he had ever been someone who consecrated places as holy, when he had done his worst to make sure that you were anything but.

He reminded himself that you were his to destroy, his to devour, his to consume -- tonight being evidence of how you always would be.

As far as Thor was concerned, he was the only god who could give you any type of mercy, and it could only be in his own way; by desecrating the very essence of you until you became undone, untethered, and as corrupt as he.

Awake, arise and be forever fall’n.

Hallelujah.

142 notes · View notes

toloveawarlord · 5 years

Text

Spooktober Day 2 “How hard can you bite with those fake fangs?”

You can find my masterlist in my bio!

Alaina was one the very first Ikevamp babies I made! She is the oldest of 5 girls and the most like her father.

Tagging the wonderful @plumpblueberry

Human boys were the most entertaining creatures.They were extremely predictable until faced with an adversary that didn’t bat her eyelashes and play dumb. Like the one cornered in the barren hallway that stretched in both directions outside the ballroom.

The boy pressed back against the pillar, pinned by the girl whose lips were inches from his own. Both short of breath from their intense kiss, battling for dominance. His gaze curious. Never before had he been bested, nor had he been in this position, feeling much like the gazelle trapped by the lion. “You’re incredibly different.” The words fell from his tongue without much thought, entranced by her.

Deep blue eyes never slid away, alight with pure amusement. “Maybe I’m simply a control freak, hmm?” Her body as forward as it would go, standing on only one leg, the other bent at the knee, Alaina wound him further into her web. Their mouths connected again, slower and more purposeful, long enough for her to lightly bite his bottom lip as they parted again.

One drop of blood rolled across her tongue.

His eyes grew wide, seemingly at a loss for words but the question evident in his features. Had she actually bitten him? Pressing his index finger to his swollen lip, the boy’s cheeks flushed pink.

Alaina slid her tongue over her fangs, wanting to taste more of the delicious nectar coursing through his body. What fun was it to attend a party littered with humans and not partake in a little tasting? All Hallows Eve allowed the girl to tell her secret with no repercussions.

A single prick. Her fangs need only pierce the skin once to begin effecting the boy’s body. Observing him falling into ecstasy could never bore the young vampire. Boys, especially, tried to pretend that nothing had come over them, they fought without knowing they’d already lost.

He dug his fingers into his collar, loosening his tie with his other hand. Swallowing hard, his adam’s apple bobbed. The blood coursing through him called to her blood lust with each pound of his heart.

Alaina traced her index finger down his cheek, pecking kisses against his parted lips. “Don’t forget, I’m a vampire, remember?” The invitation in her sweet voice had intoxicated the boy before her.

He could hardly explain it, but his desire for her had grown nearly too much for him to bear. Glazed eyes cast down at her. “How hard can you bite with those fake fangs?”

A hum passed her lips. “Hard enough to make it feel quite pleasurable for you. Would you like that?” Thick as honey her words coated over him, drawing his mind and body into the palm of her hand.

“Oh god yes,” he breathed out.

With permission granted, Alaina planted a kiss on the crook of his neck, tongue sliding over his sweaty skin, teasing the boy relentlessly. Until, she sank her fangs down into the craved spot.

The boy gave a moan, mingled with pain and pleasure. His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her against his own. It wasn’t enough to satisfy. Clawing at her clothes, desperate to feel her skin against his but mind so blurred that he couldn’t make sense of what to do.

Alaina reveled in the taste of his blood. It never tasted as satisfying when coming from a bottle at the mansion. In the reflection of the darkened window, she caught a glimpse of his features scrunched up, mouth open and melodic sounds tumbling out.

More and more she drank, losing herself in the delicious taste.

“Let’s let the boy live, Alaina.”

The voice snapped her back to reality, causing her to release him entirely. The boy crumpled down to the floor, unconscious from the loss of his blood. Her lashes fluttered, the high waning away. “Oops.”

Arthur chuckled, patting her head affectionately. “He’ll be quite alright by morning.” He could hardly admit that he’d followed her out here and lurked nearby to keep an eye on her. Her lust got out of control, and therefore, it had been a rule that she not drink from humans without supervision.

As he’d suspected, she ignored it fully.

“I was going to stop.”

“Yes, of course you were.” Arthur swiped his thumb across her bottom lip, bringing it up to his own and licking away the bit of blood. He couldn’t fault her for being this way. Vampires craved blood, some much more than others.

Alaina cast a curious look at the boy on the floor. He’d awaken in the morning with little memory of what had happened. The bite mark on his neck easily written off. She’d soon be a hazy dream to him, never quite sure if it had been real or not.

This time next year, he’d be a little warier of young girls with a mysterious air about them.

#she has the most issues with her blood lust #alaina doyle #Arthur Conan Doyle #ikevamp arthur #ikemen vampire #ikevamp

47 notes · View notes

kflirts · 5 years

Text

demon next door;

word count: 3.1k

genre: smut

summary: wooyoung is your absolutely fuckable neighbor. he’s slightly less fuckable when he beats up your roomamate. still fuckable tho

notes: my friend cait dared me to write her a wooyoung smut, so i originally wrote this with her name but changed it to reader version to publish it. ye! also thats why mark is ur roommate bc she has Questionable Judgement.

It is not every day you meet a person who is just, so infuriatingly attractive. Even less often is the occurrence that said person is the extremely shitty boy who lives 16C (aka next door) and likes to get check his mail without his shirt on. Not that it’s a problem, of course. Actually, it’s kind of a problem, because at 2:23 in the morning you could think of things that you’d rather hear than people moaning on the other side of the wall. You understand needing some attention every now and then, but this guy is literally fucking people loudly every night. Like, he takes Viagra religiously or something. It literally drives you insane because this dude just sounds like he knows what he’s doing. And it’s obviously impolite to eavesdrop but god, how good could he be to make every single partner make that much noise? Your roommate obviously found the noises less than hot. Mark Tuan wasn’t necessary the kind to let things like that go easily, apparently being disturbed every night was slightly irritating to him. Actually, Mark made sport out of banging against the wall in retaliation and laughing when he heard the boy and his partner yell in annoyance at the interruption. It seemed Mark and the guy just really didn’t get along. This obviously sprouted a bit of an unspoken conflict between the two.

“Son of a bitch.” Mark walked in one day, slinging his bag on the floor, paper in hand. You looked up, eyebrow quirked.

“What’s wrong?”

“That fucking douchebag next door complained to the landlord about us.”

Your legs closed instinctively at the mention of your neighbor. You paused, thinking of what you possibly could have done that was worth doing to the landlord.

“About?” You continued your task of cleaning your tanks, hurrying before your fishes got tired of the bags they were in and decided to Finding Nemo that bitch.

“He said our vape air was bothering him. Landlord says this is a smoking free complex and we have to stop.” Mark flopped on the couch across from you, shaking his head as if this was the worst news he’d ever heard.

“Well.” You sighed, shrugging. “Maybe it’s for the best. You nearly died trying to learn tricks earlier.”

“Oh, fuck you!” Mark’s lips tugged up into a smile. “Vaping is my passion.”

You chuckled, “You really should go out more, buddy.”

Mark fell quiet, and you could tell he was mad.“One day I’m gonna beat that dude up, I swear.”

Chuckling at the empty threat, you shook your head. “Try not to mess up either of your faces, eh?”

Mark lifted his head now, wiggling his eyebrows. “I’m gonna ignore the fact you’re dying to fuck the prick next door.”

“I do not!” You cried indignantly.

You totally did.

“Yeah.. you do.” Mark laughed.

“I don’t! I think he’s cute, is all.”

Mark scoffs. “Whatever you do, don’t look into his eyes. He might steal your soul or something. He’s a demon”

You chuckled. “That’s offensive.”

“You’re right. It’s offensive to demons everywhere. I apologize.”

At this point, your tanks were both completely clean, so you went to fill them up with water, but not before saluting Mark with your middle finger. Mark was an unimaginable pain in the ass, but a cool one. Like a big brother. Or a cousin. Something like that. Either way, no matter how much he insulted your taste in romantic partners, and how often he burned macaroni and cheese into your pot, at the end of the day, the big dummy was family. Nobody else would let you get drunk on soju at 2pm, honestly.

From the bathroom, you heard Mark yell.

“Yo, how mad do you think Douchey Mcdreamyface would be if I stole his mail?”

“That is such a bad idea!” You call back, shaking your head. Idiot.

“You’re questioning my methods, ____!”

“I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid!”

“What’s he gonna do, beat me up? He’s like 5′2. I’m so scared.” Mark teased, now in the door, watching you transfer your fish back into their tanks. You only laughed.

Spoiler alert: He totally beat him up.

“What in the fuck?” You sigh, standing in between Mark’s legs as you dabbed at the bruise on his face with alcohol. He had already gotten a long, drawn out lecture when he came in at 12am, severely busted up and blaming it on the boy next door. Now you were tending to his “wounds” as he sat on the kitchen table. “How could he have possibly hit you that hard? Like, what could he have done?”

“I grabbed his ass.” Mark replies flatly, causing you to freeze in horror. He stared at you blankly. “I’m joking, ___. It was bound to happen sooner or later.”

“So not funny.” You shook your head, handing him a bag of frozen veggies to hold to the bruise on his cheekbone while you looked at the one on his jaw. You tsked. Such a pretty face to get fucked up. “I don’t get why every time you talk to him it has to end up in an argument?”

“Maybe because he’s a fucker who gets on my fucking nerves and he’s always fucking in his fucking squeaky fucking bed! Like, fuck! And he think’s he’s like Casanova or fucking Leonardo DiCaprio or Michael Jackson or something!” Mark responded. “His dick is like 3 inches, I swear.”

“I can tell that you think you’re funny.” You replied sympathetically, placing a Hello Kitty band-aid on his jaw. Mark winced, and you moved, patting his head affectionately before grabbing your phone and heading to the door.

It was time to talk to Mr. Dreamy Mcdouchey.

It would be a lie to say you weren’t a little excited to have a conversation with him. Preferably, under better circumstances, it wouldn’t be confronting him about beating up your roommate, but, you know. Baby steps.

You knocked on the door of his apartment, once-overing yourself, making sure your hair wasn’t all over the place, as it tended to be at 1am in the morning.

You started a bit when the boy opened the door, eyes half shut, mouth flat and icepack to his deeply bruised shoulder. He had on a loose tank top, the kind you buy from Walmart for $3, and grey sweats. His hair was falling in his face, sticking to his forehead with sweat and water, and you assumed he was just coming from the shower.

“Didn’t you get my text Chaey-” He began to talk before looking at you. He stopped, his lips curving into a smile, the same smile a cheetah might have when it sees a baby gazelle without its mother. A preying smile, maybe. “Fuck. Hello.”

You blink, can’t helping but to but stare at how godly his cheekbones are when he smiles, how his eyes gleam with something different. Mark did not shit when he called him a demon.

“Wooyoung.” He stretches out a veined hand, the one not holding the icepack to his shoulder. “And you’re _____.”

You blink again, dumbfounded. “Yeah.” You shake your head, trying to clear your head. “Yeah. I’m ____. Sorry. I live in 14C.”

“You’re my lovely friend Mark’s roommate, I know. Please, come in.”

You nod, walking through the door into his apartment. It just smelled sensual, he was burning some kind of candle that smelled sexual. You gulped, realizing you were actually in his apartment. Now, if he would just be in you, everything would be great.

Wooyoung walked past you, slipped shuffling against the tile of his kitchen area, and he offered you a glass.

“Thirsty?” He lifted an eyebrow, and it took everything in you not to say only for you.

“Mm, I could go for something, yeah.” You seated yourself on a chair in front of the island he stood behind.

“Grape juice?” He smiled.

“Something stronger, maybe?” You offered a smile back.

He smirked, leaning forward as he whispered, “Yeah, you do strike me as a soju kinda girl.”

Something about the tone of his voice, or maybe it was the fact that he was closer to your face, made you shiver in your seat as he poured the liquid into your glass. You thankfully took it, bringing it to your lips. He watched you carefully as you swallowed, licking his lips when your eyes made contact. You, on the other hand, were trying not to choke and die.

“So.” You said, once you put the glass down. “This isn’t a social call, sadly.”

“That’s a pity.” Wooyoung nodded, poking out his lip.

Your lips tugged into a smile, but you tried to stay professional. “I wanted to talk to you about you and Mark maybe.. I don’t know.. Settling this? Like a truce?”

“A truce?” Wooyoung tried to stop himself from laughing. “Well, aren’t you just a regular little peacekeeper.”

“Well, it’s really for the best.. You’re both hurt right now, and I really don’t want to have to nurse Mark back into health every time you two have an argument..” Your fingers played with the rim of the glass, and you averted your eyes down, he was staring at you much harder than you would have preferred. He hummed, seeming to understand. He turned around to put his bottle back in the cabinet behind him, and then returned to stand in front of you, tilting his head as he stared in silence for a few moments.

“If you don’t mind me asking, are you and Mark a couple? Or does he just fuck you for recreation?”

You stared at him blankly, having absolutely no idea how to respond to him. You were mildly pissed, but also mildly dumbfounded.

“We... We’re not? And he doesn’t?” You say, your voice more defensive than you’d intended.

Wooyoung scoffs. “Surely, a pretty thing like you... He must not be able to keep his hands off of you, right?”

“What the... No? It’s not even like that. Mark’s like my brother!”

Another scoff. “Angel, let’s be truthful, yeah? You’re telling me you’ve not even thought of fucking him?”

To say you hadn’t, at first, would be a lie. But after learning how absolutely stupid Mark Tuan truly was, that ended pretty quickly. Not to say he wasn’t hot, but he just really, really wasn’t your type.

“I’m sorry, what do these questions have to do with you ruining his face?” You ask, preparing to storm out.

Wooyoung tilts his head. “Didn’t Mark tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“Oh... Angel.” Wooyoung chuckled, as if understanding everything now. “He hit me first, you know.” He leaned in closer. “I think I said something that might have pissed him off.”

You still didn’t understand, so you raised your eyebrows.

“You see, I was under the impression that you and Mark were fuckie-fuckie. IT seems I was mistaken now, but, I think I might have said something to him around the lines of.. One day, he’d be hearing you screaming through the walls. Obviously, Mr. Tuan wasn’t Mclovin’ that.”

To say you were both absolutely mortified and horribly turned on would be a gross understatement.

“That is revolting.” You manage, throat dry.

“That’s not what your face says, dollface.” He counters, and you stand up immediately, about to make your way out. He briskly blocks you in a few strides, his smile sickeningly innocent.

“Move, Wooyoung.” You say steadily.

“Make me.” He smirks at you, his eyes just daring you to touch him.

You never turn down a dare. God, you wanted him so badly, it was scary. Something about always being able to hear him, made you beyond curious. So you pushed him in his abdomen, and he got sent back a couple of steps. You raised your eyebrows.

“Damn, you’re strong for a little thing.” He smiled happily, stepping forward again, this time closer than before. His hot breath fanned your face. “Wanna do that again?” He teased.

You wanted him. So, so badly you wanted him. “Don’t make me handle you, Wooyoung.”

“Oh, angel, you couldn’t handle me if I came with instructions.” With this he closed more space, his chest now brushing against yours. Your breathing hitched as you froze. His hands found their way to your hips, pulling you closer to him. His lips brushed your neck as he bent to it. “I’m gonna be honest with you.” He whispered. “You’d look so pretty when I eat you out.”

You shivered, not meaning to, but tilting your head back to allow him to tease your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut as you inhaled his scent.

“Do you want me to do that?” Wooyoung asked, leaving a single kiss on your neck. You nodded. “I said, do you want me, ___?”

“I do!” You whined back. He smiled at your words, taking your chin in his fingers.

“Hey. Good girls respond the first time, okay?” He said softly.

“Good thing I’m not a good girl and I do whatever the fuck I want.” You say smugly, your hand wandering under his shirt. He furrows his eyebrows together, grabbing your arm in a swift motion and pinning it to your side.

“You do whatever you want, so long as it pleases me, do you understand?”

Something about how stupidly dominant he is made you want to comply, so you nodded. There would be another opportunity to act out, after all. He smirked, satisfied with this answer, and he wasted no time in ridding the both of you of your shirts. He bit his lip as he groped your tits, to the point you wondered if his past partners had never let him touch them.

He teased your nipples above your bra and you whimpered slightly.

“What? Does that feel good?” He breathed, his lips nearing yours, to nip your bottom lip.

“Fuck. Yeah.” You nodded, and he quickly dragged you into his room, pushing you onto his bed. You crawled on your knees to the middle, slipping off your leggings and tossing them to the side. He crawled towards you, and you grinned.

“Come here.” You breathed, and he obliged, of course. You crashed your lips onto his, and he quickly took control, slipping his tongue into your mouth. His hips grinded against your leg softly, and you were surprised he was already that wound up. You chuckled, sucking on his tongue softly, hands on either side of his face His skin was unnaturally soft and you sighed. He felt better than you’d imagined.

“You taste so good.” Wooyoung mumbled at a point when he pulled away. “What does the rest of you taste like?”

“Stop being so seductive.” You whined, hands tangled in his hair. He was going to be the death of you.

“I’m just being myself, baby.” He brought his fingers to your open mouth. “Suck.”

You could have screamed at the words, and quickly obeyed, sucking his digits softly. He takes this time to unhook your bra, groaning at the sight, and you chuckled around his fingers. His mouth teases your nipples, and you begin to whimper softly, the pool between your legs begging for attention. You plead with your eyes, and he notices, chuckling.

“I’m not going to touch you unless you beg, Princess.”

“I don’t beg.” You said indignantly. watching his every move as he teased right above the hem of your panties. He looked up at you, eyebrow raised, not being able to hold in his laugh.

“Is that so?” He sat up and snapped your panties against your skin. You felt your insides twist up. “Yeah.”

“Aw, she’s playing bad girl, cute.” He leaned closer to your face. “Too bad I don’t go down on bad girls.”

You sighed, his fingered so close to you driving you insane. “Wooyoung, you have no idea how much I want you.“

He smirked, slowly sliding your panties down your legs. “Tell me, and say please,”

“Please. Wooyoung. Please touch me. If you don’t, I might cry.”

“Fucking hell, I’m going to ruin you.” He breathed, taking in the sight of you once he’d discarded of the undergarments..

“Please,” You repeated, running a hand through your hair as you motioned to your womanhood, urging him on. He lowered his head down, blowing in between your legs.

“Fuck.” You whined, biting down into your lip, and bucking your hips forwards. His hands rested on your thighs, as he positioned his mouth inbetween you. You were a whiny mess, aching for a touch from him.

“Jesus, ____. I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re moaning like a whore.” He looked at you, eyes deep and teasing.

You resisted the urge to say something snarky, knowing that would only make him take longer. He nodded at your silence before rubbing his index finger along your covered clit. His touch lingered. Your breath got caught in your throat. You whimpered, more than ready for whatever he had for you.

“So. Fucking. Pretty.” He kissed your heat between each word, his finger rubbing soft circles on your clit. All you could manage was a hum, nodding as he slipped a finger into you, pumping softly. You see stars at his pace, and you whimper out his name. “Woo....Wooyoung.” He smirks at your soft moans. “Shh, princess, we don’t want Tuan hearing us, now do we?” You honestly felt way too fucking good to care. He added another finger into your heat, thumb still rolling against your clit. You felt tension grow in your stomach, and you had to scratch his arm to avoid from moaning when he added his tongue into the mix. He pressed it flat against you, and smirked.

“Who’s fucking you this good?”

“You are...shit...” You moaned out your responses, his name tumbling out of your mouth over and over.

He hummed against you, adding pleasure to the waves he was sending up into your body, his pace quickened and all it took was him mumbling “Come for me, angel.” for you to come undone in his hands. He allowed you to shake and convulse, nonsense spilling out of your mouth, smiling at how absolutely fucked you looked. He rode your orgasm out, and didn’t stop, pumping his fingers in and out of you at a faster pace than before, and you begged loudly for him to stop, the overstimulation driving you insane, but he continued. “Again, princess.” He mumbled against your thigh, and come again you did. “Fuck.” You breathed out, trying to steady your breathing. “Do... you don’t think Mark heard me... do you?” Wooyoung grinned, abruptly adding a third finger and thrusting them in and out of you. This caused you to shriek loudly, which was drowned out by a long thump against the wall.

“Yeah, I’d say he did.”

#ateez #ateez wooyoung #ateez smut #wooyoung smut

566 notes · View notes

whumpywhumper · 5 years

Text

Christine and Markus--Part 2 of ?

So. . . There’s going to be at least another part to this but hopefully, I’ve satisfied some whumperflies for now? Continuation of Baser Natures

@0idril0 Thanks, as always, for encouraging me when I want to scream at my writing

Thanks @comfy-whumpee @starrywhump @imagination1reality0 @castielamigos for being patient with me and waiting on this!

Edit for Masterpost

***

The slick trickle of blood through the hair on Markus’s arm from the re-opened bite marks on his wrists was a poor distraction from the way that Lucien’s demand permeated the air. I want him to beg for me, Christine, and you know how I hate getting my hands dirty.

The female vampire’s slow smile did nothing to soothe the fear churning in Markus’s gut. He quivered in the chains, his arms stretched over his head, shoulder screaming from his aching bullet wound, unable to protect the exposed length of his body. Her smile was that of a predator. A lioness laying in wait on the savanna grassland with a gazelle in easy leaping distance. A wolf with a full belly, muzzle stained with the blood and ichor of her pack’s kill. A human’s lazy grin as he takes sight down a scope.

Christine purred, stretching over Lucien and bringing her arms around his neck. Black hair fell away from the smooth line of her back and brushed against his shoulder with a soft patter. “You want him to beg for you, Lucien? Enough to turn him over to me?”

Broad palm brushing up the line of her back, Lucien’s lips twitched, eyes heavy. “I don’t know anyone as talented at making men beg as you, beloved.”

She drew back, small hand cupping Lucien’s jaw and tipping his head back. He went willingly, pliant under her hand, and Markus shuddered at the control she exerted. “I have demands of my own, love. I think you know what they are.”

Lucien grinned this time, not holding back, “It’s like you think I don’t know you, Christine.” He raised his head and kissed her palm. “I’m hurt. Truly. After all of these years together.”

The laughter that rolled from Christine’s throat made Markus choke back a soft whimper and his body tensed away from her. “You know how I like my deals, Lucien.” Her hand skimmed down Lucien’s chest and she stood in a smooth motion. Turning to Markus.

Heels tip tapping on the floor, she stalked around him with gliding steps. Not touching but painting every exposed centimeter of flesh with her eyes. Markus clenched his teeth at the casual perusal. Unable to voice the flippant complaint that came to mind through the fuzz of terror that welled up. His eyes flickered to Lucien when he could no longer see Christine and he saw the vampire watching her with undisguised hunger.

Christine continued as she returned to look down at the still seated vampire. “I like them to be open, Lucien, with clearly defined expectations and limits. That’s what’s made our relationship work this long, don’t you remember?”

Lucien leaned toward her, “Of course, beloved.” His hands skimmed her hips and drew her closer. “I only have three demands. He remains alive. He stays pretty. And he begs for me.”

Christine smiled, licking her lips. “Two demands of my own, love. I want to mark him and I want to taste him.”

“I expected nothing else,” Lucien murmured, stretching to kiss her.

Fuck.

Markus tried to get traction on the floor with the bare grip of the tip of his toes as fear started to surge up his spine. He gritted his teeth, hands wrapping around the chains overhead. Adrenaline flooding. Fuckfuckfuck.

Christine broke the kiss, and she slid her fingers through Lucien’s hair to tighten in a hard grip. “Remember, Lucien,” she purred, “I’m in charge.”

A soft smile, “I am your captive audience.”

Christine turned to the panicking witch and finally addressed him. Acknowledged him as something more than a thing she was allowed to examine. “Hello darling,” she cooed, “you look awfully comfortable. Why don’t I join you?” Small feet met the bare concrete when she kicked her heels off. She moaned, “I do love getting my shoes off after a long day, don’t you?” The words were said casually, like she wasn’t getting ready to torture him.

The vampire was tiny, he realized, the top of her head only reaching to his chest as she padded up across the concrete to stand in front of him. He debated trying to kick her but, even with the surge of adrenaline, he didn’t have the energy to put any force behind it, to lift his legs and body effectively. He would just end up breaking his toes.

Markus swallowed, looking down on her with hard eyes. He didn’t dare open his mouth, afraid that he’d start begging immediately.

He knew that he was transparent as glass. That his fear was written in bold strokes like calligraphy down his arms where his blood still trickled. But he couldn’t help but glare at her. She would do what she wanted to him just like Lucien. All he could do was manage how he reacted to it.

A shudder rolled through him when her small, cold hand touched his stomach and he fought the urge to turn his face away. To hide in the corner of his arm and delude himself that this was all a dream. Her lips twitched and she looked up at him through her lashes. The smooth planes of her nails drug down his abs, tickling the sensitive skin, and he swallowed, the tips of his toes trying to shove him back from her touch. He startled when the energies in the air started to thrum at him and his breathing hitched in his throat, his eyes widening. He hadn’t felt that since Lucien had bit him. Air rasped through his dry throat, heart jack rabbiting against his rib cage.

The soft pads of Christine’s fingers brushed over the divot of his hip, and he swallowed a gasp of surprise when a spark of pain lanced up his stomach and down through his groin. What the fuck was that? Christine’s eye brows raised, “He’s a sensitive one, Lucien. You didn’t tell me that.”

Lucien hummed, “What can I say? He’s full of surprises.”

Her hand danced lower, over his privates, and he squeezed his eyes shut. Suppressing a muffled whimper. He didn’t want her to touch him, didn’t want to have to remember her touch too. But she only tsked at him, amused. “Don’t worry, darling, I had very little interest in male anatomy even before I died.”

That didn’t reassure him and Markus ground his teeth together as her hand continued down the inside of his leg. He jerked, eyes flying open, when her fingers met his knee and white hot pain pierced through him. A strangled shout erupted from between his lips as what felt like an iron spike ripped through muscle, pulverized bone, from hip to knee— nailing him in place. He slammed his teeth together over the burgeoning scream, the tendons in his neck straining against his flesh as he threw his head back and choked on the pain. The feeling didn’t last long, only as long as her hand was touching him, and he slumped as she moved away. Panting at the sudden absence of pain, small echoes lingering. What—?

Markus gasped when Christine’s hand slipped under his chin, raising his face to look her in the eye. Fear pooled low in his belly but he jerked away from her hand when she spoke, voice as calm and unaffected as her face. “I can see why you wanted me here, Lucien. This one is stubborn.”

“And I’ve treated him so well, too.”

Christine’s spread her small hand around Markus’s jaw, forefinger digging into one side and thumb digging into the other. Markus tried to tug himself away, again, baring his chattering teeth, and she frowned, grip becoming painful. “Lucien, love, would you lower him down? I don’t like looking up.”

Lucien stood, not invading Christine’s space, and gripped the chain with strong hands. The rattle and clink as Markus was lowered ratcheted up the tension in his spine as his feet met the floor, arms still stretched overhead. His legs trembled, weak, but he tried to keep his feet. If they wanted him to kneel then they would damn well have to make him.

The grip on his face tightened more and he winced as Christine pulled his jaw downward. Her eyes were vermillion, stunning against her pale face, cold and calculating. “You will kneel, darling, or I will do something that will haunt you for the rest of your life.” He pressed his lips together even as every muscle quivered and shook his head as far as her hand allowed him. She smiled, “I hoped you would say that.” Energies thrummed to life through the air and Markus couldn’t stop the shriek that pushed through his lips as it felt like his face exploded. Burning, branding pain seared through the nerves of his face. It simultaneously felt as if his jaw had been ripped off, tendons torn and shredded, the bone left hanging while someone pulled on the exposed nerves, and like someone had driven spikes through his eyeballs and twisted.

He convulsed, reeling, unaware of his body except for the pain that lived in his face. His face was macerated, black ichor from his eyes dripping down his cheeks, his tongue hanging next to his throat without his jaw to support it, wildly flapping in time with his scream of agony. And then the pain was gone, those same echoes lingering. He heaved a breath in through his trembling lips and spat out a choked sob as tears streamed down his face. His body was completely limp, dangling from the manacles above his head. His feet were curled under him, knees brushing against the floor as he swayed side to side, not low enough for them to take his weight. A slow slide of sweat trickled down the hollow of his back and his tears pattered to the floor.

Oh god. . .

A hand carded through his hair and Markus moaned, low and afraid, in the back of his throat. “You scream so pretty, darling,” a warm female voice crooned. Air stuck in his throat when Christine’s hand cupped the back of his neck, soft arm brushing against the curve of his shoulder, and his feet shuffled against the floor in protest. Oh god nononono. . . “Look up at me, little witch, and I won’t do that again.”

Markus swallowed and lifted his head by millimeters until his tear blurred eyes met Christine’s. She smiled at him, fangs pressing in to her full bottom lip, vermillion starting to bleed into the whites of her eyes. “Well done,” she murmured, her other hand coming up to thumb away his tears. He was pliant when she tipped his head back, cradling it in her thin fingers, and his throat worked when she ran a hand up and down his wind pipe. He looked up at the warehouse ceiling, at the iron pully system that strung him up like a slab of meat and fought a wave of despair. He couldn’t pull his way free of those binds even if he wasn’t weak from blood loss with two full blooded vampires circling him.

The fingers were cold against his throat and he could feel the wild pulse of his heart against their soft pressure. His arteries fluttering against the delicate skin of his throat. Her fingers came to rest over sealed bite marks and a small sound of pain welled up when her cold fingers pressed on them, threatening to break them open. Christine’s hand tightened in his hair. “I can see why you like him so much, Lucien. Listen to that voice of his.” Nonononono. . . She pressed a finger to the hollow of his throat, and Markus could have sworn that he’d swallowed razor blades. His next breath rasped down his throat in a wail, chest unable to expand completely under the harsh bow to his back.

Lucien’s voice came from a distance when the pain lifted, and Markus whimpered, swimming in a haze. “You should taste him, beloved. I don’t know that you’ve ever had anything so . . . intoxicating.”

A soft thread of surprise tugged at him when he realized that Christine had shown no interest in the blood that dripped down his arms, smeared and pulled by the manacles around his wrists. “In due time, love. I can still smell your venom pulsing through him.” She let his hair go, and Markus let his head loll to the side, closing his eyes. His entire body twitched and shuddered with the pained groan that was pulled from his chest when her hand pressed against the hot pain in his shoulder. “I want to know what he really tastes like.”

Soft hair brushed his cheek and Markus tensed, shivering at the cold breath of air that puffed against his neck. The vampire purred, lips pressing against his throat and breaking away with a small wet touch of skin. “Not long though, I think,” she whispered in his ear, “I think you’re almost ready for me, darling.”

#Christine #Markus #Vampire Whump #Lucien #whump #whump drabble #to be continued #biting #pain #sadistic #tag team whumpers #magic

59 notes · View notes

reformedkingsmanagent · 5 years

Note

TSS Charlie x reader where he catches her instead of Eggsy in Valentine's fortess, bit can't bring himself to give her away, and she uses her Kingsman equipment to disable his tracker?

A/N: I changed the ending a bit. I hope that’s okay. I started writing him surviving completely unscathed and then realized he’d have to actually watch his family’s heads explode and I just couldn’t do it. Let’s just say that he’s not about to run off to Poppy here, but he’s not leaving unharmed. I hope that’s acceptable enough!

“We need a door into their network. Eggsy’s busy in the tunnels, I need you to find us a link, Gawain, as soon as you can.”

Merlin’s request came through your earpiece as you were scanning the ballroom for an opportunity to take a shot at Valentine. No such luck. Despite the lax security, there were far too many people around to pull anything off with even a percent chance of success. For the moment, Valentine was safe.

“I’m on it,” you acknowledged.

There were booths tucked away on an upper level that were home to a few people who appeared to be tending to work on their laptops. You’d start there.

As you climbed the stairs, you spotted an older man with almost purely white hair sat in front of a laptop, fingers poking slowly at the keys as he tried to respond to some emails, probably. Most of the people in the room were either tied to corporations or politics.

Time to put on your best ‘I’m lost’ look.

“Hi there, have you been able to get online? I can’t manage to get a signal and I really need to make sure my friend made it to her safe zone.”

He smiled up at you, not at all bothered by the interruption. “Of course, of course, I’m almost done—”

You’d readied your watch as he motioned to his laptop. He was slumped onto the table before he could finish his sentence. You moved him further into the booth and took a seat in front of the laptop to begin your attempt to connect Merlin to the network.

Just a few keystrokes after plugging in the USB, and—

“Gawain, I’m in, now get back to the plane.”

“Understood—”

As you started to get up to leave, an icy sliver of steel brushed up against your throat.

“Nice and slow.”

You recognized his voice immediately.

“Charlie, what are you doing here?” A jolt passed up your spine as you turned slightly to get a look at him, as if you somehow doubted your own intimate memory of his voice.

“Well, my family was invited, obviously.”

Under any other circumstances his charming smile would’ve been welcome, but with the feedback you were getting from Eggsy and Merlin on the comms, there couldn’t have possibly been worse timing.

Did Charlie know the situation he and his family were in?

“You know, I thought I might’ve been dreaming. Almost dropped my champagne glass at the sight of you here.” The dinner knife was cold against your carotid, but you had the feeling he wasn’t truly threatening you. “But if you’re here, then that means so are the others.”

“Charlie, you shouldn’t be here.”

“No, love, you shouldn’t be here.” There was an undercurrent of affection in his words that you hoped you weren’t imagining. He nudged your arm and made you scoot further into the booth so he could take a seat beside you. The knife was placed flat on the table in front of him as he turned to face you, now cornered in the booth.

“Are you going to tell them?” You asked, glancing past Charlie to the glass-walled booth above the ballroom where Valentine stood, monitoring the celebration below.

“…no.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“You’re not safe here,” you tried to explain.

“Even if I had a choice, which I don’t, I’d say things look pretty safe from here.”

“But you know what he’s doing.”

Charlie nodded. “But I know what he’s doing.”

A few seconds of silence passed. You didn’t know what to say. It was an impossible situation.

“It’s only been a few days since we last spoke, but why does it feel like a lifetime?” His touch was soft as he turned you towards him. He didn’t drop his hand once he got your attention.

You knew what he was getting at. He didn’t make it through, and neither of you had the chance to discuss the status of the tenuous relationship the two of you shared during training before he left.

What are we? What are you after? What do I want for myself?

“I didn’t know how to say I wasn’t going to leave with you,” you confessed as his hand fell away from your face. Your stomach was in knots. Your confession was the polar opposite of all the whispered promises you’d given him while cuddled up and warm.

“And I wasn’t going to ask you to.” His expression wasn’t challenging, it was understanding, something not many people ever got from Charlie Hesketh.

“Charlie, I’m sorry.”

He waved your concern away. “I didn’t really want it anyway.” He was lying, of course he did, otherwise he would’ve put forth 0% effort. “My dad said he’s going to have me working for him by the end of the week, anyway.”

“I thought you didn’t want that?”

He shrugged beside you. “Consider it my punishment.”

“Gawain?”

“I’m fine, Merlin, on my way.”

Charlie watched you, understanding that like his favor to you, you were doing the same for him. You weren’t sure what sort of reaction Merlin would have to Charlie’s presence here. Remembering he was Chester King’s candidate for the Kingsman position, him being here didn’t seem so out of left field anymore. His father was probably involved, but that didn’t mean Charlie should be condemned for it.

“Maybe if we met somewhere else…” He didn’t need to say the rest.

Suddenly a conversation occurred in your earpiece that made your blood run cold. As they figured out how to weaponize the implants, you realized the man sitting beside you still had one.

They were going to kill him and they didn’t know it.

You frantically brought your watch up beside his head, finding the device easily enough through the interface. Now you had to disable it.

“Yes, please.”

“No!” you whispered, eyes going wide. You weren’t going to have enough time to finish neutralizing the implant. Charlie didn’t have any time to react before you did the only thing you could think of doing, knowing what was about to happen to him.

“What are you—”

You shocked the ever-loving fuck out of him, right where his implant was. He shook, but he managed to reach for your wrist. You knew he was probably confused, but perhaps the full use of the implant hadn’t been revealed to him yet, or anyone here for that matter.

You fell down with him, trying to prop him up to keep him stable. It didn’t help enough though, and you saw the wound, felt the heat from the side of his neck as the blood reached your fingers. There would be an ugly scar at the side of his neck, but as you desperately shook him, you saw he was still alive.

At least there’s that.

“I can’t…”

The extent of his injuries soon became apparent. He could hardly speak, and despite him attempting to shift himself to try to cover your hands keeping pressure on the wound at his neck, he didn’t have a full range of motion in his arm. It could be an after-effect of the shock, but you thought not. A panicked set of blue eyes met yours.

“Charlie, I’m so sorry.”

Eggsy and Merlin were communicating, talking about extraction, but it was all background noise to you. The knot in your throat kept you from replying to any of it. You could hardly see Charlie’s face anymore through your tears. Finally, you shut your eyes and let them spill.

“Don’t,” Charlie mumbled, lifting his good arm up to clumsily brush his fingers across your cheek, catching a stray drop there. You could feel the moisture left behind by the blood on his fingertips.

Don’t cry for me, he wanted to say.

Of all the things for him to lose right now, he wished his voice wasn’t one of them. The pain was incredible and it was hard for him to stay aware, to not fall into that void, but he did it, if only to be able to agonize over everything he couldn’t say.

He was glad it was you. He doubted Eggsy would’ve been so merciful.

“Charlie, I’m going to carry you out of here. Do you think you can walk if I help you?” The least Merlin and Eggsy could do now was shut up and get Charlie some help. Not a second thought or consideration for who they were condemning with a press of a button. A moral grey-area, sure, but the man in your lap deserved more than this.

“Not…them.”

He knew. Of course he knew.

“It’s the only way I can think of to get you help,” you explained. “You’ll die here.”

A resigned blink spoke volumes.

“Okay, okay, we just need to be careful with all this—”

As you slowly helped him to his feet, he let out a strangled cry.

“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”

He squeezed your shoulder to try to explain that it wasn’t your fault, but he didn’t think it translated. Or if it did, it wasn’t enough to assuage your guilt.

As you helped Charlie over the bodies of all the other incidental victims very much aware of the fact that his family was among them, you heard Eggsy doing his best to fight off Gazelle. No matter what Merlin had to say, you weren’t stopping to help.

You made it all the way to the plane before Merlin realized you weren’t where he’d asked you to be.

“Gawain, what’s all this…?” His eyebrows shot up once he saw who you were holding. “You should be—”

“You need to help him,” you demanded. “You almost killed him.”

Merlin didn’t have a rebuttal.

Charlie didn’t want to let go of you, but Merlin would be able to get him up the narrow steps without falling. You followed them both inside, keeping a close watch on Charlie, hoping desperately that he’d end up okay.

“I-I can’t do this right now,” Merlin realized, looking up at you, blood on his hands. “I’ve got to help Eggsy, the whole world’s goin’ t’ shit right now.” Merlin left Charlie on the narrow cushions to return to his monitors. You understood both sides, though you had a personal stake in one versus the other.

“I’ll be okay,” Charlie breathed, good hand reaching for his neck. You pulled his hand away to inspect the wound. It looked horrible. He was being so polite about possibly dying.

You were not going to sit there and watch him bleed out. The hard-shell case hit the floor with a clatter, full of enhancements and items not commonly found in the average first aid kit.

“You want…that,”Charlie managed, pointing to a bottle of antiseptic, coaching you through his treatment. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you remembered how good he was in training. It still bothered you that such a simple test ruled him out. Then again, Charlie was explicitly not loyal. Side effect of a family like his, perhaps. “Rinse it off. So you can stitch.” He grimaced, the talking driving fresh shards of white-hot pain into his throat.

Many minutes of barely-restrained anguish passed as you were able to stitch the torn skin closed at the side of his neck. It was rough, but it would last until someone better could have a look at him. Still, he was alive, while anyone else with an implant definitely wasn’t. Whatever you did, you saved his life. You weren’t sure how he felt about it.

Still, during the trip back to Kingsman, back to doctors and help and safety, Charlie kept his hand on yours. Not even Eggsy arriving back on the plane with a princess pulled his attention away from you. Eggsy had questions, but one glance from you got him to tuck them away for a rainy day.

***

Days went by where you weren’t allowed to see him at all. It got to the point where you started to wonder if Merlin had whisked him away somewhere else and not told you, having them deny you access to buy himself some time to cover his tracks.

But eventually, you were allowed in. He was in a state when he arrived, they kept repeating. It’s a wonder he even survived.

You’d believe it when you saw him with your own two eyes.

As you continued down the hall, you eventually came to a partially-open door. You nudged it open slightly with your foot.

“Charlie?”

He didn’t answer. You opened the door further until you spotted him standing near the foot of the bed across the room. You were relieved to see him until you realized that a lot had changed since you saw him last.

He looked better than you expected, all things considered. Well enough for him to be on his feet, and apparently well enough to leave. He was pulling on a jacket as you walked into the room, your eyes immediately going to the rest of his belongings bagged up on the foot of the bed.

“They did everything they could, or so they say,” Charlie explained. “Maybe this is my punishment…” The steel glinted in the ultra-bright fluorescent lighting as he turned his new arm.

Your heart hurt for him. Not for the injuries or effects, but for his loss, his rapid change of circumstance that almost no one would be able to weather. He took it all on the chin because he was used to it. But inside, you knew he was seething. It was so plain to you, you wondered how no one else realized it.

“Charlie…”

“I’m not staying here.” He took one look at your expression and frowned. “What, did you think after everything I’d just be let back in? Or that I’d want to be here?”

You shrugged, looking down at the patterned tile floor. Yeah, there was some part of you that wondered if he’d stay. But a bigger part knew that would be asking too much.

Foolish hope.

“I’ve got to go home, get their…affairs in order. I…”

What he wasn’t able to say was ‘I don’t want to do it alone.’

It was easy to forget just how much he lost, he was so good at hiding it, burying it down underneath a calm veneer. Still, you could feel his pain every time you looked at him.

He moved towards you, the metal hand pulling at your fingers, trying to bring you closer. You gripped the hand tightly between both of yours.

“I’m not going to ask you to…” The echoing of his earlier words got you to realize that while he wasn’t asking, he definitely was. The ‘but’ was right there on the tip of his tongue.

Did he want you to leave with him? To leave Kingsman entirely, and do what, exactly?

“It’s alright. You don’t have to.”

“I… Charlie, this is a big decision, I need time to think—”

He smiled through the anger, even managing a laugh. “Did Merlin need time to think?”

A grey area.

You felt like you were being split right down the middle. On one side, obligation, duty, and on the other a swirl of emotions, nostalgia, love.

He used the cold metal to lift your chin enough to plant a firm, chaste kiss to your lips. For as nice as it was, it was incredibly painful.

“We’ll see each other again,” he whispered. He grabbed his bag and walked out of the room and down the hall before your eyes opened.

*************************************

Requested to be tagged: @shydragonrider @alliedoolallie

#charlie hesketh #charlie hesketh x reader #writing #hope this is alright! feedback welcome!#kingsman

56 notes · View notes

wolfs-hunt1 · 5 years

Text

White tiger x reader part 2

Part 1

You arrange some pelt on the rough floor of the cave so that the tiger could lay down and don't force his hurt leg. You return to your bird peeling off the remaining feathers piercing it with a stick and sticking it facing your homemade fire letting it cook. You search for some other animals you might have only finding a rabbit.

"It's going to have to do." you say. You gently tread back to the now more quiet tiger and put the rabbit on the floor. "I don't have anything else for you to eat so don't be picky about it." he stared at the dead animal in front of him and after a while he started eating. She returned to her side of the fire and also started eating the cooked bird.

The wound had been pretty deep and a few days later the tiger still couldn't stand up let alone walk. He was resting on the pile of furs, casually looking at her when suddenly she collapsed.

---- Tiger’s pov----

She had been taking care of me lately, giving me more than half of her hunted preys every day. I am getting stronger, even though I preferred something bigger than rabbits, but I could also see that she was getting weaker until she simply collapsed on the floor. I run over to her. Well more like crawling and tried to see if she was dead.

She was still breathing so that was a good sign. Her breath was ragged and she had sweat dripping from her. I touched my forehead to hers and even through my thick fur, I could feel that she was burning up.

She needed to eat properly to recover. That means that I have to hunt for her since she can't. Swallowing the pain that standing up created I limped outside and through the trees. After I reached a more open area I soon noticed some bigger preys. Gazelle. One of my favorite! But... hunting a fully grown one would be impossible in my condition so I looked for the younger ones.

I soon found one, so I crouched on to the floor and started tailing it. I was getting closer and closer, and when I was close enough I jumped to it at the best of my ability. The youngster didn't stand a change and soon my sharp claws found its jugular ripping it. The others run away afraid. I limped to her cave dragging our food with my teeth.

When I entered the cave the first thing I noticed was that she was trembling as if she was cold, even with a blazing fire near her. I dropped the animal near the fire and approach her. She was curled up and trembling. I walked up behind her and lay there draping my big paw around her middle, bringing her closer to me. If she was cold, maybe my fur could warm her up. She was still trembling, but not as much as before.

---- 3 person pov----

The tiger soon fell asleep curled up around you keeping you warmed up.

----a couple of hours later ----

You woke up in a cold sweat and hurting all over. You felt warm fur draped around you, so you curled up to the warm source. Suddenly you open your eyes and tried to step away from it, but a weight around you prevented you from going far. You looked behind you seeing the tiger with his paw draped around you. You took his paw form you and got up stepping away from him. You look at the sleeping tiger before you noticing that his leg had blood all around the wound.

“He reopened the wound…” you sigh, turning to go grab some water and the herbs. You stop in your track when you saw a dead gazelle near the fire. You don’t remember hunting a gazelle. Ever. “That must have been how he reopened his wound.” You grab the herbs and do back to the tiger that no longer was sleeping but looking at you with big bright green eyes. You stare back at him and then at his bleeding leg starting to clean the blood and applying the herbs to it. He keeps hissing and baring his teeth in pain. After its wound was clean and tended to he sits up and pushes you backward with his forehead. You soon realize what he wants. “You want me to eat this?” you ask as if expecting an answer. He only yawns.

You start a fire adding some wood to it and some saplings, then you start scraping two rocks in each other. With the wood starting to burn you start taking care of the gazelle, skinning it and taking off the parts you weren’t going to eat. Even being just a cub, it was still too big for you to eat it all alone, and in the heat of the summer, its meat wasn’t going to last long. You start cutting it in parts, taking one of its back legs and putting it in the fire so that it could cook. You look to the now more quiet tiger to see him intently looking at the meat you had in a small pile near you. You chuckle grabbing the other leg and taking it near him. He only waits for you to take of your hand before he lunches at the meat before him. When he finishes he looks at you and stares.

“You can’t eat more now or you won’t have any for dinner since your wounds opened again and I’m still too weak to hunt.” You say hoping that he would understand. To your surprise, he only lets out a growl and lays his head on his paws. You get closer to him and reach out your hand to softly rub at his hears. He flinches but then relaxes to your touch. “Thank you for the meat, it will help me to regain my strength.”

#white tiger #romance #reader #fluff #my writing

5 notes · View notes