#i left and only some corridors were illuminated

[i-put-the-hot-in-psychotic]

Target Acquired Part 2 (NSFW)

Pairings: Keegan. P. Russ x Soldier! Reader

Enemies to Lovers Trope MDNI, NSFW

Summary: In a mission trying to find some important intel with Task Force 141, you are pulled into a dimly lit room, the heavy door slamming shut behind you. Sharp words exchanged, trying to assert dominance over the other, yet an unspoken connection that neither wants to admit, turns into something more intimate.

Disclaimer: MDNI!, NSFW, 18+ This story will contain curse words, war themes, and NSFW sexual themes. I know Keegan and the new game do not have anything to do with each other but for the plot and sexiness sake, no hate and enjoy reading! This is purely fictional!

Word Count: 3,888

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, sexual themes, curse words, sexual acts, blowjobs, p in v, fingering, dirty talk, female orgasm, male orgasm, slight m dom.

Part 1

Keeping your rifle close, you slowly make your way through the dark corridors of this middle of nowhere base. Laswell had said they had some intel on Makarov and needed to infiltrate this base, slowly, quietly, and surly enough Task Force 141 was the perfect fit to go.

Pacing slowly through the corridor, illuminated by only blue light, you had to keep an eye out on both sides, from your left, the windows to the inner base, to your right doors leading to IT rooms, security cameras, and most likely would contain enemies.

It had been months since you had heard or seen Keegan. In all honestly what happened in that abandoned warehouse still finds a way to creep in your mind, especially in moments you don’t want to. Looking to your left to check if the coast is clear, a hand grabs your mouth applying pressure and pulling you in a nearby room. You freeze when you feel a big hand over your mouth, not daring to make a sound. You keep absolutely still, not moving a muscle as your heart starts to race. Even though having years of training the initial shock and the increase of heart rate still settles deep down in your stomach. This is going to be fun you think besides yourself. How could you have not heard them creep behind you. You start evaluating what they might ask or worse getting ready for the Russian torture you were about to endure.

A sigh leaves your lips, you can’t let Laswell down, the Task Force.

No.

Keeping calm and letting your anger stay contained, you elbow your aggressor with the butt of your rifle, turning on him and aiming. Upon looking at your aggressor, seeing him groaning in pain face in his hand he winces “Fuck Y/N”.

You straighten yourself upon hearing your voice you look at his ice-coloured eyes.

"Keegan?"

What is he doing here? How did he find you? For a moment, he stares at you in shock. He was.... surprised to say the least. "What the hell are you doing here? This is Task 141’s deal not yours?" His face remains unmoving but there is a hint of amusement in his eyes. He leans against the wall opposite you, placing his arms behind him. "I came because I wanted to see you." He said in a quiet voice. "Right" you reply rolling your eyes. "You have seen me now, now let me go back to work before you get us both killed" He raises an eyebrow. "Price asked me to come." he answers your question. "Why are you so cold?..." he whispers. If he wanted to kill you, he would have done it already. Something else is at play here. Having enough of his bullshit you make you way out of this tech room you’re in. "Can I ask you one more question before you go?" You turn towards him, "What is it with you and your questions?" "I just want to know one thing..." There's a strange intensity in his eyes as he stares at you, almost like you are the most fascinating person he's ever seen. "Do you still think we are enemies?" With that you remain complete quiet, completely frozen. At this point in time, were we?

 No.

Your body wants to respond so desperately. Reason creeps through your skin. He hadn’t killed you, hadn’t hurt you last time nor now, as you would have thought. If he wanted to take advantage of you last time he easily would have. Biologically, he's completely stronger than you.

But enemies.

Your mind flashed to the dreams you had about him, how hot he made you feel. How his shoulders felt underneath your nails. How his mask scratched your cheeks. A shaky breath releases past your lips, still yet to respond. He watches, seemingly transfixed by your response. He watches you as your mind lingers on those thoughts you tried to suppress. He could tell what you were thinking... Finally, he speaks again. There's a strange tenderness in his voice, as if he's afraid to ask what he's about to ask but he needs to know the answer. "Have you been thinking about me?" "No" acting childish. "Have you?" You ask wanting to know if he genuinely had. His eyes widen slightly in surprise. He's not used to people not being honest with him. Especially not people like you. "Yes. A lot." He replies. "And I've been thinking how much I want to see you again."

His gaze is steady and intense, like he knows you can see the honesty in his eyes. You weren't expecting that answer. He had been thinking about you. Wait. What if this was all part of a plan. To get into your head. All the compliments. What if-. He shakes his head slightly like he somehow knows what’s going through your mind. "I'm not lying." The intensity in his eyes only grows, but he's trying to conceal it. He's not trying to be intimidating. He wants you to see his vulnerability. "Is this some sort of sick joke" you reply now getting hurt, angry. Was he playing you? He takes a small step toward you, his eyes filling with genuine emotion. "It's not a joke, it's not a trick or game. I'm as serious as I've ever been." His lips curl into a slight smile. "I can't stop thinking about you." His voice is laced with honesty and genuine feeling. He seems like he can't believe he is saying these words, but he can't stop. "Why here? Now? During an OP?” you state voice rising letting frustration eat away at your skin. He got closer to you, intruding on your personal space. “Make me believe you" you say close to him, face serious. You felt like he was lying. "Next time you see me it better not be some kind of sick job or a bullet because I won’t hesitate to pull my trigger" For a moment, he's taken aback by the boldness of your request. But he's not shocked. He steps forward again, this time closing the distance completely between you two. He stares you down, a small grin spreading across his lips. "I promise you... when I next see you, you won't be holding a gun. Or anything else for that matter." He speaks as if you are a part of his very soul, as if you already know exactly what he means. You look at his eyes. Captivating. You had only seen his face through the briefing never in real life. Curiosity killing you wanting to know what he looks like. Want to lift his mask up feel his skin. Sensing your eyes trying to take every detail, he can tell right away that you're curious about what he looks like beneath his mask. He's not used to this kind of attention, especially not from someone like you. Normally, you're so bold and confident, yet here you are, studying every aspect of him as if you're drawn to him. He's not used to this kind of vulnerability coming from someone like you. "Can I ask you a question?" "Mm" you respond with a whisper. "What if you saw me again but without the mask?" He asks. His eyes are fixed on yours and you sense the intensity of his gaze even from behind the mask. Its as if he's studying you, trying to see inside of you, hoping you'll let him. Hesitating to lift your hand towards his face. You were so close. You touch your fingers against his cheek feeling the warmth radiating from the mask. Holding his full cheek in your palm you slowly glide your finger where his lips rest underneath the mask. Eyes getting heavy, breathing non-existent. His eyes bore into yours watching you study him. His breath catches as your touch meets his skin. He doesn't pull away or try to stop you, on the contrary, it feels like he's allowing you to study every aspect of him. There is a calmness in his eyes that you've never seen before. He is vulnerable at this moment, exposing his entire being to you. A small smile spreads across his lips as your finger traces his mouth. He doesn't blink as he looks into your eyes. He is waiting for you to make the next move. Your hand fingers his mask underneath his shirt pulling it up slowly. He doesn’t move to stop you, but instead he takes in small inhale of air as you pull the mask up. Finally, edge of the mask in your hand. You stop and think.

Beat...

Beat...

You pull the mask up until it reaches his nose finally seeing his lips. Plump lips with a sharp jaw. Clean shaven and a few scars adorn his face. In a trance you touch his skin and both of you let out a breath you both have been holding but he doesn't move, even though you can see his entire body tremble. He is breathing hard, and he is enjoying this. He closes his eyes, and he lets out another deep inhale as you touch his skin. You trace your finger down his Adams apple and finally graze your thumb on his bottom lip. As he had his eyes closed, your hand wrapped around his throat applying just the right pressure, making him release a staggered deep groan. Fuck, your eyes flutter slightly. That sounded...hot. "Oh god... " Your touch is electrifying, causing him to tremble all over his body. His heart is pounding in his chest, and he can barely catch his breath. The slight pressure around his throat feels good somehow. He opens his eyes and looks back at you. The moment his eyes meet yours, the entire tension is doubled. His hand wrap around your waist wanting to pull you closer, dick straining against his pants. He wants to ravage you, but he loves the small teasing you’re providing him. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. Your body is pressed up against his, and he can feel your heart racing. He can't help but stare into your eyes, enjoying the moment, enjoying the way you make him feel. His hands move up your sides gradually, moving ever closer to the waist of your uniformed pants. As his fingers fondle the waist or your cargos, your thumb traces his bottom lip as he opens his mouth and grabs your thumb in between his teeth, slowly closing his lips around it and sucking on it. His lips are soft and warm, and you can't help but let out a small groan of pleasure. His hands are exploring your body, getting ever closer to the bottom of your jeans. "Fuck Keegan" you whisper. He pauses for a moment, his breath catching in his throat. He looks into your eyes, his own now filled with such desire and need. "Say my name again..." he whispers. You moan his name "Keegan" small heavy breaths leaving your lips. His own meeting your neck. His body tenses slightly at the sound of your voice. He is overwhelmed with desire, and you can feel it in every part of his frame. Every move he makes now is calculated, as if he's going slowly on purpose to not lose the feeling. "Again..." his voice is barely audible, and you can feel his body trembling. "Keegan" you straight up moan now. Getting lost in his voice, in your desires.

His desires. "Again..." he whispers, his breath hot against your neck. Your body quivers and he press’ up against you even closer, feeling every inch of your body against his. Warmth was spreading all throughout your body, as he pushed you even closer towards him, chest plates hitting, making you feel his thickness rub against your thigh. Fuck he was hard. You rubbed your thigh against him as he leaned against a cabinet that was just behind you, on the left side of the room. The heat between your bodies is so intense, it's almost unbearable. The feeling of it is driving you both wild. His hands travel even higher, inching up your thighs. His touch is incredibly soft and tender at first then becoming more forceful. He's enjoying the teasing, letting the intensity build up slowly and not even trying to hide the fact that he is getting turned on. Getting the courage your hand travels towards his bulge and you wrap your hand around it. He hisses at the feeling of your small hand. Grabbing your wrist, you stop shocked at what might have been an overstep. Holding your wrist he unbuttons his black cargo pants, unzipping them, eyes intensely on your face, eyes heavy lidded wanting to see how you might react. Your heart was pounding in your chest. He freed himself from his restraint, adjusting himself now to being free. Your mouth instantly watered at the sight of how big he was. He stroked himself before placing your hand, that was still bound by his wrist, around him wrapping your fingers around his thick shaft. He released a staggered breath as you begun to stroke him. His eyes closed head dropping towards his chest. Upon stroking your thumb felt his wetness on his tip, which you took as a sign to spread it around his head, lip between your teeth. Moaning under your ministrations you couldn’t help but look at him. Still with his helmet on, eyes closed, panting, dick in your hand stroking him and shamelessly mask atop his face not concealing his identity well, at least the lower part of his face, as the deep soft groans leave his lips. "That’s it baby" he whispers. "Just like that" he encourages, making you want to please him more. You couldn’t take it anymore. Eyes now full of lust, mouth thick to the brim with salvia you made you way down on your knees and kissed his head. He opened his eyes at the soft feeling of your lips against his cock. He couldn’t believe it; his mind was playing tricks on him. He saw you kissing his cock making your way down to his base than licking your way up to this shaft. “Fuck” he whispered. If you kept teasing him like that he was about to - "Ah" he groans eyes tightly closing upon feeling your wet, warm mouth sucking him off. "Jesus Y/N". Eyes closed you take him in deeper in your mouth wanting to feel him at the back of your throat, but he was so thick it was seeming to be difficult.

You continue wetting his cock with your tongue, going up and down, his hand now wrapped in your hair bun, although with how tight he’s holding it, it won’t remain a bun much longer. He angles his hips to go in deeper, but you hold him in your fist as you start to feel consumed by him, air refusing to enter your lungs. "Take it baby. That's it. Good girl." he pushes his hips toward your face. You felt him hit your gag reflex holding your head with his hands until finally pulling away, a line of spit still hanging from your lips to his cock, eyes watery. He pulls you up standing on your feet and quickly goes to unbutton your pants. Pushing them of your legs you hesitate, as you were both still on a mission. He reassures you that no one is going to enter, and if so, those who do see would leave as they would see what you were doing. They would think that a guard on duty just got lucky. Turning sides, now you’re the one leaning against the metal cabinet. His lips meet the underside of your ear. "Y/N" he moans as he slightly nips your skin. "Can I touch you?" He asks hand resting on your hip, tracing your navel wanting to go down, and feel how wet you have gotten and gather it on his fingers. "Please" you whisper. "Please Keegan. I need you" Your pleading drove him crazy, pushing himself towards you. Bare cock rubbing against your stomach. As he couldn’t tease himself enough, he asked "Where do you need me?" lips just inches away from your lips. You hesitate. Is he really going to make you tell him. "Y/N" he whispers using his other hand to lift your face, meeting your heavy-lidded watery eyes. He looks serious. "I asked you a question. Where do you need me?".

Your mouth parts, pussy clenching into nothing, clit screaming for just the right of amount of pressure. Slick now dripping down your thighs.

“Fuck!” you exclaim, feeling like you’re going crazy. Never in your years have you ever felt like this. Felt warm like this or gotten wet like this. It was driving you insane. "I need you in me. I need to feel you stretch me. I need to feel how thick you are inside of me" you confess. Upon your confession he pushes himself harder against you, your ass hitting deeper against the cabinet his fingers finally pushing on the bundle of nerves between your legs earning a moan from your lips. He feels how wet you are and nearly looses himself, his cock twitching.

He rubs your folds not wanting to waste anymore time away from you. He slowly pushes his finger inside you, wet and ready for him your pussy takes his finger with ease. You both moan at the intrusion. Keeping his finger there, he breathes hard against you, feeling your warmth wrapping around him.

Finally, his lips meet yours in a soft kiss, both mouths slightly agape, his eyebrows furrowed at your heat as he starts to move his fingers back out, then pushing them back in. He increases his pace, fingers now dripping wet and inserts another. His fingers are thick, long, and strong not compared to your small ones, filling you up in all the right places. You grab his arm feeling the bulging muscle of his biceps. "Keegan" you moan. "You like that Y/N?" he asks as his pace continues to increase. "You like my fingers stretching you out, fingering you huh?"

"Yes" you exclaim "Good girl" he kisses you. "Getting ready to take me inside you." You nod at that wanting to take his cock. He lifts you up on the cabinet and aligns himself to your entrance. Fuck he was thick, the sight alone with his head stroking your pussy nearly made you cum right than and there. "Ready princess?" he asks, and he moves you closer to him if that was even possible. "Yes" you say as you wrap your hands around his neck. The initial push was electrifying. He was thick and it made you feel like you were on fire. Hot moans coming from you meet his ear, not until he grabs your face in his hand and kisses you again. He continues to push into you as his lips are against yours breathing deeply. The stretch was nothing compared to his fingers. You couldn’t help but call out to him. "Shh, its ok" he replies. "You’re doing so good for me. You’re taking it so well." He says as he finally pushes all the way into you. You felt like you couldn’t move. He begun to pull out and push back in. Looking at you he saw his world. He wanted to savor the moment deep in his memory. How your eyebrows creased, how your lips were parted how he wanted to make you feel like this. Him. Only him. His thrusts continued, wet sounds all over the room driving the both of you wild. "Keegan" you call to him. "Yes" he replies worried that he might have hurt you. "I’m close" you reveal to him. It was music to his ears. His thrusts continued with depth and rhythm edging you. "Cum for me. Cum for me princess. Let me feel you. That’s it" he continued to whisper for you. A static sound was heard from the left side of your chest plate startling the both of you. It hit a second time.

" Bravo 8, you ok. Over?" You want to stop body going rigid. Fuck, it was Simon. Keegan continues to push into you. "Keegan wait". "Bravo 8, Are you with us? Over" you hear again less patient from the radio com. Fuck it’s been a while since you replied or radioed your team. Keegan looks at you with a smirk, "Don’t worry it hasn’t even been 15 minuets. They worry for you too much". At that Keegan thrust deep into you making your head roll back, making you forget your worries. "You’re going to make me cum, princess" he whispers in your ear. His thrusts increase in motion build up wanting finally to release.

"Y/N" now you hear your own name not your call sign.

Its Price. "Are you ok? Over."

You’re a whimpering mess around Keegan as he continues to thrust into you. He pulls slightly back, finger against his lips showing you to stay quiet. Confused your brows furrow, until you see the devilish look cast over his eyes as he grabs the button of your radio com, and he pushes into you, deep, feeling his cock hit your cervix keeping you in place. He smirks as he waits for you to reply to your captain. You bite your lip trying to regain some composure for your voice not to give away of your activities.

This was your captain, your team. "All good Captain. Over" you say as Keegan smirks and releases the button sending your message. Fuck that was hot. You couldn’t hold on much longer and you clench around Keegan. You moaned as he whispers in your ear "You want me to fill you up?" Your radio com responds "Fuck, where are you?" The captain states leaving the honorifics behind. "Fuck" this can’t be happening, not now. Not when you’re so close to cumming. Keegan's statement makes you go feral, imaging his thick cum painting your walls, dripping out of you. Keegan presses the com button,

"West Wing" you reply breathlessly. "You’re going to cum for me huh, going to get filled up with my cum in the west wing" he taunts in your ear. "I’m coming for you. Over" Keegan laughs at your captain’s message. "Captains’ join’ in on the fun huh." he smirks, before feeling you clench against him. "Fuck Y/N." His thrust continues, panting heavily as he grabs your hips and presses your com. "Tell him you’re doing just fine." He whispers in your ear as he fucks deeper into you, jealousy laced through his teeth.

"You’re way over than ok." He pushes deeper. "You will meet them at the south wing nearing the backdoor of the grounds”.  You repeat breathless what he says to you.

"Cause at the moment, you are about to come around my cock" Keegan taunts as he gives one last big push, cock pulsating in you. You feel his hot warm cum hit deep inside you and he releases his load into you. You can’t help but moan with pleasure as you clench around him, your own orgasm hitting you, releasing. His hips still deep in you his heavy breathing meets yours. "Meet you there" is heard over the comms. "You sure you’re ok?" captains voice asks again "Never better" you reply breathlessly.

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[clock-warmer]

First draft for an idea about a skeptic having a ghost encounter 🩷

Reader X ghost/s

You are a skeptic, exploring a supposedly "haunted" location with your partner who is a believer. Having felt cold touches and hearing strange noises all night they are afraid and leave you alone in the building. What happens inside turns you from a skeptic into a form believer of the paranormal. 💓

Warning: This work contains,

breeding kink, reluctant/noncensent, threesome, blowjobs, degradation, creampie, facial, paranormal activity

Sexual content below the break 💓

There wasn't much you were afraid of going into buildings like these, you were a skeptic afterall. The same couldn't be said for your partner. Any slight thump or gust of wind had them jumping into your arms like an episode of Scooby doo. It was much the same when exploring the now abandoned Krolik Academy. Stairs creaked as the two of you applied weight, carefully stepping fearful about the floor falling out from under you.

"Fuck I want to go back please" your partner begged, this usually marked the end of your exploration but today you felt the unexplored corridors calling to you, feelings of cold chills running up and down your body, favouring travelling up your inner thighs.

"In a bit," you said, "we've barely seen anything" you move the flashlight around continuing further into the building despite your partner's fear. The fear wasn't unusual for them though, it was never a real concern when they started getting jumpy.

"Please I keep feeling like I'm being grabbed" they begged, you feel a grabbing on your wrist and turn around to see them further than a reaching distance away.

"Your just imagining it" you groaned, "like always. If your that scared you can go wait in the car" they just scoffed turning on their heel and making their way down the stairs.

Your eyes need to readjust now that there is less light, as soon as you hear the heavy wooden doors slam shut you feel more of the cold feeling traveling all over you. As if it's going through your clothes, you feel the cold sensation drawing lazy circles around your nipples. They harden under your bra. You cross your arms over your chest feeling violated by the wind, because that's the only explanation right? It's just the wind?

Your thoughts feel as if they aren't your own, flooding your head.

Such a prude.

Not like covering up will stop us much.

Acting all nervous as if she's not a slut absolutely desperate for it.

"What the fuck?" You exclaim out loud shocked by the things popping into your head. It had been a little while since you had gotten some action but you never knew yourself to be quite so down bad. Though with your partner waiting in the car, you didn't bother stopping the filthy thoughts now fuelling your actions.

Go lay on the table.

You feel compelled to obey your thoughts, a constant pressure against your clothed pussy and a soothing coolness massaging your breasts. The table you found was covered by a thick blanket of Gray dust that clung to your finger when you curiously dragged your finger across the surface.

Without warning you felt yourself be shoved down, hands catching yourself from falling face first into the dusty table, "wha-?"

Such a good little idiot doing what I say

You feel your shirt being unzipped and your bra being removed, your left dumbfounded and cold. Your shaking. What the fuck is happening to you. A firm grip finds your left breast and you feel a coolness meet your back as your pushed up slightly. Your flashlight laid on the table illuminating the empty dining room just enough for you to connect the sound of something dragging along the hardwood floors to the chair moving inexplicably closer to you.

Open your mouth

You don't, borderline terrified. You couldn't blame all this on just the wind. You feel a cold, hard something smack your cheek... playfully?

I said to open your mouth darling~

You shook your head rapidly tears welling up in your eyes as an invisible hand grabs you by the chin, another smack against your cheek. This time the other side. The same thing that smacked against your cheek drags across to your lips rubbing along them. The hand on your chin moves up to your hand almost instantly tangling itself in it, tugging slightly.

We know you want to now open wide

Your pants get pulled down alongside your panties, you can't see well in the light but there's a slightly darker patch from the slick leaking out of your cunt from being manhandled by the invisible assailants.

When something rubs up from your cunt, through your folds and up to your clit the cold feeling leaves you gasping which is when they take advantage of your mouth hanging open. The cock like object slides into your mouth reminding you of a popsicle as it sat still on your tongue.

There's a good girl, suprised you weren't begging to warm up my cock. Your as wet as a slut I wonder why your not acting like one.

Cold grabbing of your ass cheeks nearly manage to distract you from the cock in your mouth. Seperating your cheeks slightly before massaging them again and then repeating, slowly feeling something equally as big enter your cunt, feeling yourself stretch around it.

Such a good girl, taking us so well.

"Mmphh" you moan around the phantom cock in your mouth, sending vibrations up to the recipient warning a couple pulses in your mouth.

The pace of the cock fucking you from behind quickens, forcing you forward. your elbows holding your upper body up off of the dusty table. The harder and faster your fucked the deeper and faster the cock fucks your face, leaking a freezing cold liquid down your throat.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

The thought was simple and bouncing around your head, you couldn't even tell if it belonged to you or the entities balls deep in you.

Without warning your mouth is left empty and you feel as a liquid the temperature of ice water but the texture of glue coats your face. Your panting some of the liquid having pooled in your mouth is dripping out onto the table.

Sorry it's been so long~

Don't fucking apologize look at the mess this slut just made all over our house. Should have been grateful and swallowed every last drop.

There is a grip placed on your hips, cold and firm feeling like it may leave bruises as it slams into your dripping cunt with enough force to send you forward. Pleasure so strong your arms give out and your chest is pressed against the dusty table, sticky cheek collecting dust on the residue. "unghhh" you couldn't withhold your moans too well with your hole being ravaged like that. Thighs shaking as the pressure built up in your core.

You couldn't contain yourself any longer, squirting down your legs as the phantom fucks up against your cervix. The pulsing of your orgasm milking the freezing cum out of the cock.

Instantly the cold hands and cocks can no longer be felt, leaving you empty and longing. You stand on shaking legs tears slowly trickling down your cheeks from the overstimulation, grabbing the abandoned flashlight you rush down to your partner still patiently waiting for you in the car, the lights on as they say in the driver's seat.

"Are you okay??" They asked a worried expression as they scanned over your disheveled self "you look like you've seen a ghost"

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[hopelessromantic5]

Merlin had been working for Arthur Pendragon for a year when something unusually strange happened.

This wasn’t “life-or-death-vengeful-magical-creature” strange. That happens every day.

No this oddity didn’t even involve Arthur.

The pompous prick had just left in storm of rage because Merlin was once again gone for days at a time and couldn’t give him a good enough answer as to where. Arthur knew Merlin was lying to him, and it was only a matter of time before the truth came to light, and Merlin’s life would be over.

He was still in Arthur’s chambers, in complete darkness. Body folded into a corner, with his arms wrapped around his knees that were being cradled by his chest.

He was sobbing.

Because life was so fucking unfair and he’s allowed to have a pity-party every once in a while. Merlin would say he’s entitled.

His sobs broke off into silence when a single candle lit itself, barely illuminating the room.

Merlin’s head popped up, wide eyed.

There was no one else. Just him.

And that had not been his magic.

Merlin was on his feet and ready for whatever was being hurled their way, this time.

They appeared, out of thin air.

Or she did.

A woman. With blonde hair cascading over over her thin shoulders. A deep green gown, that was beautiful but not embellished or bejeweled. And her eyes were like lakes, blue and too deep to see to the bottom.

Merlin’s breath was snatched from his throat as they stared at each other.

“Do not be afraid. I am not here to harm you.” She said, her voice was soft and melodic, the way Merlin imagined goddesses would speak.

“Who are you?” He whispered, before correcting. “What are you?”

“You can sense that I am not human?”

Merlin nodded, then narrowed his eyes, trying to put it together, but not quite having all the pieces.

“Every living thing gives off a vibration of sorts…a frequency… you give off nothing. As if you’re-“

“A ghost.” She smiled small but it held a secret joke that Merlin didn’t understand.

“You’re a ghost?” He questioned, further confused. “How are you here? It’s not anywhere near Samhain.”

Then the blonde woman’s eyes turned sad. And she turned to the window looking out at the lightless sky.

“There are some special cases.” She murmured. Then snapped her eyes back to him.

“But that is not why I’m here.”

Merlin’s eyebrows went up in expectation.

The woman’s expression turned to something that Merlin had only ever seen from his mother and Gaius. A sort of pity that’s shrouded in love.

She advanced on him and then settled her hands on his shoulders. Upon closer inspection, he could see the way she wasn’t completely opaque, but he felt her hands as if they were solid, flesh and bone.

“I know who you are, Emrys.”

Merlin practically hissed at the name and began to back away towards the door of the chambers.

“What are you planning to do about it? Tell the king?” Merlin was panicked now. If Uther knew then there would be no chance of saving himself. Or of saving Arthur.

“Calm yourself, dear. That is the last place I would be headed even if I did plan to tell someone.”

Merlin stopped, whispering, consciously aware of the guards that will patrol this corridor at some point soon.

“So why are you here?”

“Because, Merlin, I want to thank you. I want you to know that all that you’ve suffered, all that you’ve sacrificed, has not been in vain.”

What? How could she possibly know…

“I have been here some time, Merlin. Unseen but always watching.” She smiled again. “This was the deal I made. I gladly gave my life if they agreed to let me watch him grow.”

Time froze.

And suddenly everything clicked into place for Merlin.

He audibly gasped.

“You…” he started shaking his head as if it were a hallucination brought by bad wine or mysterious herbs. “You’re her.”

He stared back into those eyes.

Those eyes he’d come to know on a different human. Eyes he’d come to love.

“Yes. I am. And I have been here with him, watching him struggle and learn. Make mistakes.”

She clutched him again by the shoulders.

“Merlin, I want to thank you for taking care of my son.”

He was shaking his head and stuttering incoherently, almost silently, trying to find words to express everything he feels every day.

“You-I-your son is…a great man. And he’s going to be a good King. A kind, just, King.”

She smirked again at him, probably knowing more than he did about everything.

And then her smile turned soft as she replied.

“The Once and Future King.”

Merlin nodded, feeling a little giddy himself at the idea. Arthur sitting atop the throne of Albion and ruling his people in an age of peace, until he turns old and grey. Trusting the next generation to take the reins.

Merlin chuckled a little.

“The gods couldn’t have picked anyone better suited.”

“He will need you, Merlin. Especially in what’s to come. But this is nothing you are not already aware of.” She had a very soft smile, genuine, not one harsh line on her whole face. “I’ve also appeared to you now to say, I think you should be truthful with him.” Merlin’s instincts almost caused him to recoil from her again, but he stilled his body, as she continued. “I see him when you are not here, when he is alone, when he’s with his father. The way that he communicates his feelings are hurtful and he has no clue how to work through them. I am sorry that Uther raised him that way.” Merlin watched transparent tears slide down her pale face. “But you help him. He’s getting better with himself, with others. You are the light in his life, he wants to do better because of you, the way you see him.”

Merlin was crying too. He couldn’t help it.

He didn’t think anyone ever knew what really went on inside this blasted castle, but someone was here, watching him fail and try and try again and succeed sometimes, and keep Arthur and Camelot safe and happy. Someone has been rooting for him the entire time, he was never really alone.

“Hold on. Would he be able to see you?” Merlin whispered cautiously. “Do you want him to?”

“I’m afraid that it’s a little more complicated for people without magic. I was able to appear before you now, because your guard was down while you were crying. Your mental and emotional barriers were lowered and I was allowed to reveal myself. For Arthur and I to talk, I would need a lot of magic and a lot of trust.” She reminded him so much of Arthur in the way she hid her melancholy behind a dazzling smile.

“But that is not the reason I think you should tell him. He might be frustrated at first, but he will be far less angry than he was moments ago. He trusts you and he knows there is something you are not telling him. I think you would both benefit from a little honesty, him just as much as you.” She smirked at the last comment.

Merlin cannot believe that he just got talked into revealing his magic by the Queen of Camelot.

This day is so strange.

Wait-

“What does that mean? What is it that Arthur is keeping from me?” He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and thought. He knew almost everything about the man. He could probably paint him blindfolded at this point, with every buckle and button in perfect place. He knew his sense of humor, his daily schedule by heart, he knew everything Arthur thought about everyone, and Arthur knew the same of him…almost.

Except for that one-okay, maybe two things.

Maybe Arthur had an exception also.

“You will have to be vulnerable in order to find the answer to your question.” It almost sounds like a riddle of Kilgarah’s but the Queen’s made a lot more sense to him than the Great Dragon’s usually did.

“When he returns, avoid cornering him in the room. He does not do well with-“ the lady cut herself off for the first time, somehow even ghosts were conflicted in their thoughts. Her face hardened, “Uther used tactics like this to intimidate Arthur when he was a boy being scolded. For absolutely nothing at all. For doing things that boys should be doing!” Her voice reached its loudest volume and she stumbled farther away from him, wide-eyed.

“I am so sorry, Merlin. I have not spoken to anyone in so long. I didn’t not mean to get angry.” Tears welled in her blue, blue eyes.

Merlin could not stand it.

“There is nothing to apologize for. You have every right to be angry. I am angry. Sometimes with destiny, or dragons, or evil unknown forces lurking in the dark. But always at Uther. For treating Arthur that way, like an animal raised for slaughter. And for never realizing how much it scarred him. And for never changing, or apologizing. Never once. He is not even human anymore.”

They stood there, locked into each other, sharing in their grief, in their pain for this boy that they love more than life.

And then they heard footsteps, both parties equally startled for different reasons.

“Good luck, Merlin.” Igraine was smiling softly again, as if it had never left, maybe that is what Arthur does for her. What he does for them both. Bring the color and joy back into the world like a breath of clean air. “You will do well.” She nodded, before starting to disappear, back into the invisible ether of the castle.

Then the door swung open to reveal Arthur, looking almost apologetic, but also scanning the room before landing his eyes back on Merlin.

“Who are you talking to?”

“No one. Myself.” Another lie. Shit.

This isn’t going well and he’s three words into it.

The prince opened his mouth as if to retort but Merlin stopped him confidently proclaiming,

“Arthur, I need to tell you something.” It was as though Merlin could feel a weight physically lifting off his shoulders as soon as the words left his mouth. “Quite a few things actually. I have not been honest with you. But I don’t want to keep secrets anymore.”

Arthur stood momentarily speechless, surprised at Merlin’s change of heart.

TBC…

#merthur #merlin #merlin and arthur #arthur pendragon #prince arthur #igraine #merthur fic #from the drafts #if I continue it would only be a second part

[erinkeifer]

ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕕𝕖

[Anakin Skywalker x Padawan!Fem Reader]

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Summary: For several years, you've been Anakin Skywalker's Padawan. Even though you're afraid to admit it, you've burned out. You have no intention of adhering to the Jedi code any longer, and fighting for the Republic has ceased to be your sole purpose in life. However, your knighthood is approaching soon, but before that happens, you must undergo one final training session alongside your master. Why won't you complete it?

Warnings: angst | kissing | aggresive touches | nudity | cursing | dirty talk | sexual tension | handjob | almost smut | Anakin is rough and dom

Author Note: I wouldn't technically call it pure 'smut' but due to nudity and sexual tension, I would classify my text as suitable for readers aged 18+. I apologize for any inconvenience!

Word Count: 4,2k

This isn't the first time something inside you has started to crack before entering the training room. The closer the knighting ceremony approached, the more your thoughts turned away from the Order. Obi-Wan's lectures no longer resonated with you – though you hold him in the highest regard, you no longer see value in the moralizing lessons about what Jedi can and cannot do.

For some time now, he no longer stops you in the corridor to share his guidance repeatedly, believing that since he handed you over to Anakin, you would become more disciplined and loyal to the Order.

Well... it's quite the opposite.

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Today's training was a torment - not because Anakin demanded too much, and not because you were resistant to the activities. This time, Anakin's mind was completely elsewhere, and there were moments when he wasn't even paying attention to what you were doing. The lack of instructions left you unsure of what to do, and the minutes of exercises stretched out like hours.

At this time, the contours of the training room were illuminated only by the view of the nighttime Coruscant and the blue glow of your lightsaber. You practiced old, familiar combat forms while Anakin stood with his back turned to you, gazing pensively at the view beyond the mighty glass window.

For you, it was supposed to be training as usual, and you stuck to that. You wanted to impress your Master as much as possible, and despite the lack of guidance, you operated at full throttle. However, even increasing your performance didn't allow you to focus when your thoughts drifted to Anakin.

There was a cloud of tension over him, so thick that you could hardly recognize him. And even though you knew that he had experienced some rough days since his divorce from Padme, today you sensed something entirely different.

"Focus," Anakin mumbled, standing with his arms crossed behind his back, his gaze fixed on the cityscape.

In moments like these, you always cursed your ability to read each other's emotions. You chose to remain silent in response to his words and continued your improvised training as if nothing had happened. At least for a while.

"Master?" You paused, trying to get his attention.

"Master, do you even know what I'm doing right now?" You added, deactivating your lightsaber.

Anakin didn't react to your words, which filled you with even greater concern. Was it your fault? Did you mess something up? Did you disappoint him? Negative thoughts swirled in your head so intensely that you didn't even notice when you first addressed him by his name.

"Anakin? What's going on?"

Hearing his name, he almost immediately turned towards you, remaining silent for the first few moments.

"Please, go back to your training," he uttered after a brief silence, causing even more doubts within you.

"No..." You replied after a while, gathering your thoughts to justify your actions.

"So we have nothing to talk about." Anakin interrupted, turning back towards the window.

"I can't even remember the last time we had a normal conversation... Master, I'm just worried," you said, gently grabbing Anakin's arm.

"Worried? About what?" he muttered, not even looking at your anxious face.

"About you. You're... different. Lately, we can't even work together... communicate..." you replied in an emotional tone, receiving only silence in return.

"I know the past few months haven't been kind to you... the divorce from Padme was tr..."

"Don't say that name," Anakin impulsively interrupted, turning towards you and removing your hand from his arm.

His tone abruptly turned rough and commanding, and the gesture he made instinctively made you take a step back.

"I'm sorry, Master, I didn't mean to..."

"So, tell me what you meant," Anakin cut you off once again, and you felt the boundary you were trying to establish in your communication with your Master shatter.

"Whatever is happening, good or not, I want to know... I want to know if I might be the problem here by any chance. Am I making a mistake? Am I getting on your nerves?" The longer you spoke, the more anxious your tone became.

"You shouldn't care about that. Our path is coming to an end soon, and ahead of you lies a new one that you'll traverse on your own... unless your conflict dictates otherwise," Anakin replied with a serious tone, this time not averting his gaze from you.

Hearing about the conflict sent shivers down your spine. Did Obi-Wan tell him about your doubts? Or, worse, does he know about your stance towards the Order?

"Conflict? W-what do you mean?" you stammered, feeling the stress engulfing you more and more.

"Let's be serious. I didn't need anyone to convey your doubts to me... I know that this training means little to you," Anakin explained in a calmer tone.

"It's not like that... I've always been committed..."

"Believe me, you have no reason to give up. Leaving the Order at this stage is not a good choice, especially for..."

"Master, please stop," you interrupted Anakin, feeling like you had nothing left to lose. He had seen through you completely. You no longer cared whether he found out on his own or through someone else.

"I have a reason for it," you replied with a trembling voice, trying to gradually focus all of Anakin's attention on yourself.

"What reason?" he asked with a voice full of doubt.

"It's about you, Master," you continued, not believing you had spoken those words.

"I'm sorry, but..." You felt yourself slowly falling apart. Anakin stood before you in complete confusion, and you seized the moment. You stood on tiptoe to reach his face, and your lips collided. The kiss you gave him was so intense that it would have sufficed if it were never to happen again. At least that was the intention, because the reality was entirely different - no longer, deeper, more intense kiss would satisfy you enough to leave this room fulfilled.

Anakin broke the kiss, not believing what had just happened. As soon as your gazes returned to each other – his, full of confusion, and yours, filled with guilt and shame – Anakin distanced himself and had no idea what to do with himself. He nervously glanced around the room.

"Go back to your quarters. Training is over," he replied in a cold, trembling tone, and you did as he commanded.

Tears welled up in your eyes even before leaving the training room. It felt like your end – the official end with the Jedi and the end of a certain chapter in your life, which, despite everything, had seemed to be the most beautiful.

The doors slammed shut behind you with a bang, and as soon as you found yourself in the corridor, you began to run. You sobbed, knowing that at this time, no one should be wandering down this path, even though you knew it was not a place where you could afford to release your emotions.

Without the strength to use the Force, you opened the door to your room with a code and impulsively slammed it shut behind you. As soon as you removed the belt with your lightsaber and tossed it aside, you threw yourself onto your bed, burying your head in the pillow, trying to scream and cry out all your emotions and the indescribable pain inside you.

It was a moment when you felt as if you were awaiting execution rather than preparing for sleep. The pain consumed you from within to the point that you might have understood for the first time why Jedi couldn't have attachments.

A dead silence filled the room, against which your sobbing became even more piercing. You wished you could escape from the temple – you just wanted to run away and leave Coruscant without a trace, but you knew it was impossible.

At that moment, you felt someone's presence. The door to your room slowly opened, even though you had made sure to lock it.

Anakin.

You felt as if your heart had stopped, and only the darkest thoughts filled your mind. You were certain he had come to reprimand you, perhaps take away your lightsaber, or even expel you from the temple. Drenched in tears, turned away from your master, you waited as if for a judgment.

"Master, I... I'm so sorry... I swear, I..." you stammered with a trembling voice, feeling Anakin's gaze on your back as he stood in the doorway.

"Never do this again," Anakin interrupted in a stern voice. As he spoke those words, you sat on the bed motionless, lacking the courage to turn and look at him.

Soon, you shuddered at the sound of the door closing. Although at first, you were certain your master had left the room, you realized that what you had heard was the sound of the lock being turned from the inside.

"Not where the surveillance can see us," he added after a moment, slowly making his way toward you.

It was a moment when you froze. Not knowing what to do, you nervously got off the bed, still avoiding eye contact with Anakin.

"Don't," Anakin said, noticing that you were about to turn toward him.

You stood there, trembling, your back still turned to your master, not knowing what he meant. You felt vulnerable, and though the fear still lingered within you, this time you sensed that the kind of tension that had built up around Anakin was entirely different from what you had experienced before.

He sensed you better than you sensed him. He felt every flicker of your fear, felt your sadness, and the tension you had laid out before him like a platter. His steps sent shivers down your spine, but you no longer heard them. He stood right behind you, mere millimeters from your back.

His right mechanical hand, clad in a black leather glove, landed on your waist. Your cutout white jumpsuit exposed your bare skin there, so you instantly felt the chill of his touch.

"Don't be afraid of me," he whispered into your ear after a moment, causing you to feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek.

Your body was completely paralyzed under his touch – you stood still, nervously swallowing saliva as you looked at your reflections in the glass tiles on the wall in front of where you both stood.

"I- I'm not." you whispered so softly that as soon as Anakin realized you were trying to speak, he leaned down lower to understand what you meant.

"I feel something else." Anakin replied, bringing his face close to yours to the point where you could feel the touch of his heated cheek. You had never been this close to him, and his scent, which reminded you of a combination of leather and saffron, was intoxicating.

You closed your eyes, and soon you felt his lips on your neck – it was a moment when you felt as if an electric current had passed through you, so intense that you didn't even notice when his left, uncovered hand landed on the other side of your waist.

This time, the touch of his hand felt much more passionate to you – and it was hardly surprising because at this moment, he felt your body with his own skin, not touch sensors.

You shivered slightly when you suddenly felt him bite the soft skin on your neck, and you instinctively entwined your fingers in his messy, wavy hair, gently massaging it at the roots. As he felt the touch of your hand, he sucked on your skin even harder than before, leaving purple bruises one after another.

You had the feeling that it was a dream. You couldn't believe what was happening, but second by second, it was sinking in that every movement was happening here and now. It wasn't a dream, and everything you felt was real and intense – you also knew that you wanted to give the same to Anakin.

You wanted to give him pleasure, and in some way... you had known it for a long time.

Gently, you raised his left hand to your face, which had been attached to your body until now, and started kissing it – the longer you did it, the more passion you put into it. Anakin lifted his lips from your neck to watch your movements through your arm.

You tried to satisfy his gaze to the point that you didn't even notice when his fingers traveled to your mouth. At this moment, the tension that buzzed within him was gradually approaching a very dangerous limit - you felt it as intensely as never before.

You finally wanted to look into his eyes and see something more than just the corner of his face, so you gently lowered his hand, moist from your kisses, to turn around and face your Master. Anakin realized your intention faster than you expected - without saying anything, he grabbed you by your waist with such force that you instinctively clenched your teeth - he didn't allow you to change your position.

"Master, I just..." you began nervously, but quickly stopped when you felt Anakin's hand on your face.

"Shhh... I know." he whispered, his face very close to yours, and expecting your obedience, he removed his hand from your face.

You stood still for a moment, only to suddenly feel Anakin tearing apart the upper part of your jumpsuit with both of his hands. The material was elastic and snug against your body, but thin enough that he ripped it into pieces with surprising ease.

At that moment, Anakin spun you around to have you face him. You felt like your legs were giving way beneath you at the sight of his heated expression. You could swear there was something wild in his demeanor—his eyes seemed darker than usual, and his pupils pulsed, scanning every detail of your face.

"Now, say what you wanted to say," Anakin whispered, gazing into your eyes, which were still swollen from your earlier tears.

You didn't intend to cry anymore, at least not out of despair... Only out of pleasure.

"Nothing. Just... continue," you murmured timidly, glancing with flushed cheeks at the torn neckline of your outfit as it hung down.

"Good girl," he whispered under his breath, slowly bringing his face closer to yours.

You closed your eyes as Anakin began to kiss the spots on your cheeks where the traces of your earlier tears had run. Although you could feel the tension simmering within him, he did it incredibly gently, tracing sweet kisses along a smooth path until he reached your lips.

You expected this to be the point where the gentleness would end – and you were absolutely right. You let him take the lead in this situation – your lips were practically motionless, and your mouth slightly parted as he passionately and slowly sucked on them. After a moment, you took action yourself, exploring his firm lips enough to taste them and never forget their flavor.

Your kisses became messy and aggressive, and through half-closed eyelids, you watched as his lips and cheeks reddened. Soon, you felt him grab your torn jumpsuit's jagged collar with his hands, and with a determined motion, he slid it down. You sensed his deep breath on your breasts when he realized you weren't wearing any underwear, and his pupils dilated, exploring your bare chest amidst the shreds of white fabric.

After a moment of scanning your body with his gaze, his exposed hand found its way to your chest. Immersing yourself in his passionate touch, you intertwined your fingers with his hand anchored to your body, feeling the smooth skin beneath your fingertips and your own exposed form.

"What do you feel?" Anakin whispered, but you didn't hear his words when he kept his lips at your collarbone.

"Hm?" you murmured, inquiringly, making eye contact with him.

"Tell me. What do you feel?" You had always loved his voice, but hearing it in this situation, when his tone was strong and hungry, made your heart race steadily.

"I don't know how to... Uh... It's just..." you mumbled, hesitating to confess how strong the desire you were feeling was. Instead, you pressed his hands against your bare chest and closed your eyes, allowing him to sense your emotions through the Force.

"No," Anakin said firmly, sliding his hands down to your waist.

"I can feel you perfectly. I feel everything, but I want to hear it," he added, gazing deeply into your eyes.

You were a transparent mirror of your emotions for him, and nothing could hide from him. He knew it, and you knew it, and you had never felt more exposed to anyone.

"I... I feel... Anakin... I want you," you forced out, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

After your words, the tension in him increased, and his hands tightened on your skin.

"Prove it," he whispered after a moment, releasing his hands from your body, as if giving you free rein.

Even though you were determined to prove it to him at all costs, you didn't know where to start.

Anakin stood before you in his black robes, which you were eager to start removing, but you had no idea how to proceed. Without further calculation, you entwined your hands in his hair and began kissing his neck – initially gently and sensually, but soon you did it greedily, in sync with his accelerating heartbeat.

You nibbled and sucked on his skin, and his accelerated breaths urged you to continue. Your tongue traced along the line of his jaw, and one of your hands clenched on his robed chest.

You felt shivers hearing the soft, intermittent moans he emitted as you caressed his skin, and your inhibition gradually faded, so you wondered what your next move would be.

"Enough," he uttered in a stern and gruff tone.

You were shocked by what he said, but he didn't allow you to dwell on it any longer. He grabbed you with both strong hands and pushed you back, causing you to land on your bed. You lay on your back and observed his movements as he took a few steps to stand over you, wearing the most arrogant of smirks.

You froze as you noticed Anakin beginning to unbuckle his belt, all the while not breaking eye contact with you. Biting your lip, you observed his every move, and as he discarded the first layer of his robes, you began to slide down the lower part of your jumpsuit.

"Let me..." Anakin interrupted your actions as he saw what you were getting at and raised his mechanical hand towards your waist.

With a single, confident motion, Anakin slid the lower part of your jumpsuit down and removed the tall boots fastened to them, leaving you in just your panties. You felt excitement coursing through him as he watched you in such a state, and as you suspected, he couldn't wait any longer.

He lunged towards you, eager to be on top, and you both immediately engaged in a fervent kiss, touching each other's bodies as if time were running out.

In the midst of your passionate touches, you felt your hips collide, and instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Your mind raced as you felt Anakin's pulsating rhythm as he rubbed his hips against the most sensitive parts of your body, gradually picking up the pace, knowing he was pushing you to the edge of endurance.

"Anakin... Please." you whispered straight into his moist lips, after which his face lifted to look you directly in the eyes.

"Please what?" he replied with a hungry tone, expecting you to elaborate.

"I... I want..." you began to mumble.

"Words. I need your words." he whispered, maneuvering his hand around your lower abdomen.

"Fuck." you muttered under your breath, feeling how his touch electrified your entire body.

"Do you want this? Do you want me to fuck you?" he continued in a hoarse, desire-filled voice.

"Yes... Yes, please," you squeezed out, impulsively reaching for his belt, which, though unfastened, was still in place.

"Say it. Tell me what you want me to do to you." he commanded, holding your hand against his belt.

"I want you to fuck me," you responded with a breathless voice and, finally, a hint of self-assurance.

"That's what I meant," he whispered with a slight, teasing smirk, then quickly pushed the belt aside to pull his clothes down from the waist up.

With butterflies in your stomach, you admired his impressive, naturally sculpted chest as he knelt on the bed between your legs, which you soon spread a bit wider to make more room for him. Anakin knelt, scanning every inch of your body with his eyes, but he knew that one more element was missing to complete the picture.

His hand smoothly moved up your thigh and landed on your panties, where it lingered for a while. You moaned when his fingers began to massage you through the thin fabric, but for some reason, you held back from making louder sounds, which Anakin noticed.

"The walls are soundproofed. You can scream as loud as you need to... The louder, the better," he reassured you, seeing how nervously you glanced around the room, and you nodded.

After a moment of teasing you through your clothes, Anakin reached for his pants, but after some consideration, he postponed that task and took hold of your hands.

"Do it," he said, and you pulled yourself into a half-sitting position, allowing yourself to be carried away by your intrusive thoughts.

You started by kissing his chest, gradually moving down from his collarbones. Repaying him for the purple bruises on your neck, you left a few of your own on his body as you sucked on his skin, making your way down to his abdomen.

You paused when your hands began to unbutton his pants, during which Anakin helped you by pushing his pants down the sides.

Without waiting any longer, you slipped your hand beneath his underwear, and upon feeling him, you had to admit that you were a bit concerned about whether you could handle it. Well... It's more than impressive.

With your free hand, you pushed his clothing down a bit further and began to massage him with considerable force, so much so that Anakin immediately groaned and, overwhelmed by the feeling, tilted his head backward.

"Keep.... Uh... Keep it this way." Anakin murmured, propping himself up on his arms on the bed.

You nodded, biting your lip, and continued, carefully observing the pleasure on his face. Both of you knew, however, that you wouldn't finish this way, so you began to slide off the last piece of your clothing with your free hand. But you flinched when you heard an unfamiliar sound.

"What's that? Did you hear that?" Anakin immediately turned his face toward you when he heard your words and waited for a moment to catch the presumed sound.

"General Skywalker, can you hear us?"

"Fuck," Anakin cursed, completely shocked, as he realized someone was trying to contact him through the communicator embedded in his belt.

Your disappointment was equally profound. The only thing you could do at this point was to grab your head and collapse on the bed right next to him.

"Will you answer?" you whispered, feeling Anakin's growing anger.

"I'm afraid I have no choice." he replied through gritted teeth, then rolled onto the bed enough to reach for the communicator.

"I hear you. What's the problem?" he relayed, masking his frustration as best as he could.

"General, it's better if you get here as soon as possible. We had an explosion near the temple, and there are injuries among our people. I'm sending the coordinates."

Anakin clenched his hand on the communicator and nervously swallowed, realizing that his plans for the night had just taken a 180-degree turn.

"You'd better check what's going on there," you whispered, gently stroking his shoulder.

Both of you knew it was inevitable. So, without saying anything more, Anakin left one last passionate kiss on your lips and began to put his clothes back on. Meanwhile, you pulled out some lighter nightwear from one of the drawers and threw it on temporarily, knowing that you would need to shower and change properly in the bathroom once Anakin left.

"I'm sorry about this," he said to you with a disappointed tone.

"No... You shouldn't be. I understand... Go and make sure everyone is safe."

Anakin just nodded and grabbed the doorknob, but he stopped for a moment as he was about to leave.

"Same time tomorrow?" he asked again, making eye contact with you.

"Tomorrow. Same time, Master." you replied, running your fingers through your hair. This time, both of you exchanged a mischievous smirk, but Anakin's gaze on you was like never before. He looked at you as if he had just discovered something, as if he had unearthed a treasure he desired and wanted to dig up even more.

"Get some rest." he managed to say before finally closing the door to your room.

That was the moment when you felt drained. You felt disappointment, but also an incredible, surreal ecstasy. You fell onto the bed and didn't know what to do next, other than to gaze up at the ceiling.

Well... whatever you do, one thing is for sure—you won't be sleeping tonight.

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[sytoran]

𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐩𝐭.𝟐 ⌇ natasha romanoff

summary: you need some stress-relief, and the continuance of natasha's willingness is there to solve it all.

☰ PAIRING: sub!secretary!natasha x dom!ceo!reader

☰ REQUEST: hellooo can i req a secretary/assistant natasha x boss/ceo reader with any exhibitionism? maybe r has had a stressful day and is using nat to let off steam n they frgt to lock the office door, a bit similar to ur prev nat ficc. the other details can be up to uu. tyy :D

☰ NOTE: i decided to turn it into a sequel to my previous fic, office hours. it has alot of similarities, and i don’t want my works to feel repetitive. hope that’s fine with yall. enjoy this one! 

☰ TAGS: office!au, smut, exhibitionism, dirty talk, stress-relief sex, risky sex, rough fingering, marking, slightly possesive behaviour, horniness, a lot of it

part 1 / masterlist / requests are open

needless to say, that wasn't the last time you and natasha got caught up in similar shenanigans.

on some days, flaming red hair was the last thing you saw before you got forcefully dragged into a cramped storage room by your tie, then pulled into a kiss so passionate it made your head spin.

on other days, you just couldn't help but slip wandering fingers under plaid skirts during office meetings, the room dark enough to hide steady thrusts, but quiet enough to make your secretary squirm.

and on your favorite days, natasha basically pounced onto you before you closed the door to your office, panting and whining and pulling down her panties to reveal a soaked cunt, one that you devoured with heated fervour.

yes, it was a risky game you played, considering natasha was getting bolder and bolder, and you were craving her more and more.

but maybe the breaking point was something you dared to test the boundaries of, on one particular wednesday evening.

"oh, please! fuck," natasha cried, whines spilling from divine lips, as you plunged two fingers up inside her. 

it was just another regular tuesday, of work left undone and lust unbound. 

you grunted in response, recklessly hiking up her skirt. today had been a shit day, and it was probably wrong to use your secretary as an outlet to relieve stress, but if natasha wasn't complaining, neither would you.

“you’re mine,” you panted, littering kisses all over her collarbone. natasha was sitting on your lap, facing you, desperately grinding on the coarseness of your jeans. “you’re all mine.”

before your secretary could utter another word of easy compliance, footsteps could be heard along the corridor. 

natasha’s breath constricted in her throat, freezing in your arms. you stilled your movements for a moment, letting out a slow puff of warm air that raised goosebumps along natasha’s neck.

the voices didnt seem to stop, almost as if they were chattering right outside your office door. dimly illuminated by a streak of light that sneaked in, your subordinates would be able to catch sight of your doings with just a simple push of the door that was minimally ajar.

amidst the tensed silence, your tongue found the delectably bare skin of natasha's neck. slowly trailing it up the narrow column of the back of her neck, her needy gasp hardly stifled.

"w-wait," natasha breathed, core clenching when you left a wet kiss at that soft spot, under her earlobe and above the jaw.

natasha bit her lip fervently to prevent moans from spilling out. feeling wetness pool in her drenched panties, she tried to grind against your thigh.

natasha could still hear the voices from outside very well, only heightening her alert senses, making it all the more arousing when your hands found solace up her skirt, roaming over the expanse of milky thighs.

"so needy, hmm? can't even wait for a second," you rasped softly into her ear, nipping at her earlobe.

your secretary squirmed under touches so soft yet so inviting. god, she was dripping down her thighs, clit throbbing with need. it was so hot, you teasing her to no end even though there were people just right outside.

you could still hear the voices outside very well, the conversation becoming more casual, a cacophony of loud laughs.

seizing the opportunity, you slid two fingers into natasha's pretty cunt, her cry of pleasure overrun by the hearty laughter.

you shifted her to face the slightly open door, thighs spread wide to expose her dripping cunt. you smirked at her flushed features, natasha evidently incredibly turned on.

you began rocking your fingers at a steady pace, not the most brutal but enough to make natasha bite into the flesh of her palm to stop from letting out a string of russian curses.

"you'd let me fuck you stupid right here, hmm? when anyone could just walk in?"

thumb brushing against her swollen clit with every thrust, natasha felt the fire building up all too quickly, nodding dumbly.

your fingers felt so good, scissoring all the spots inside her that made natasha go wild, flexible enough to reach spots she didn't even know existed within her.

it took a sheer lot of willpower to stay quiet, eyes wide with alertness as she stared at the ray of light sneaking past the open door, just waiting for someone to catch you two in the act.

but knowing you, you probably wouldn't stop fucking her, let whoever watch you fuck your dumb little secretary stupid, let everyone know she was yours and yours only.

and you'd make her cum, over and over and over again, then forcing her to suck your fingers, and maybe if she was good you'd let her take the strap.

"doll, my pants are ruined. look at you," your low whisper jolted natasha out of her wild fantasies, the redhead now very aware of how soaked she was.

her panties were haphazardly pushed to the side, bare cunt facing the slightly open door, two of your fingers were buried in her, your other hand clamped over her mouth as she panted and drooled.

"gonna cum again? need me to help you to be quiet?" you asked lowly, a low thrum barely noticeable amidst the louder noises outside.

natasha nodded, eyes glassy and unfocused. you bit back a groan at her state of duress, only urging you to make you hers.

maybe it was your frustrations from the job of stark industries' CEO, or maybe it was the voices outside, or maybe it was just your wonderful secretary, but you decided to curl up your fingers harshly right as natasha was about to cum, shattering every last fragment of secrecy there ever was.

the near scream natasha let out, despite your hand shoved up against her pliant mouth, made you bite into her shoulder, leaving a bruise.

she was yours, she was yours, she was-

and then the door swung open, and standing there with his jaw dropped, was tony stark.

well, if you ever lost your job, it would've been for a good cause.

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[cottonlemonade]

Hiii!! I want to send a request but before that ofc i first want to say how i love your works, love how there's another writer for us chubby readers and espc in haikyuu☹️🫂🗣️🫶🏼 i hope you continue to grace us💘🩷

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for issei, a large *to* medium green apple with a slice of lemon😁

The Coziness Of Storagerooms

word count: 882 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: post-time skip!Issei Matsukawa x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff-ish smut

warnings: mdni, nsfw, swearing, also spoilers

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Was he jealous? Absolutely not. Would he shoot the Argentinian captain to the moon or feed him to a business of ferrets when he touched your arm like that to ensure a slow and miserable death? In a heartbeat.

The Seijoh 4 were attending a small benefit gala upon invitation of their former captain. Oikawa and the Argentinian national team were currently in Japan for a tournament and would spend their time greasing palms of potential investors and, theoretically, Issei had been looking forward to tonight - hanging out with his friends in a fancy suit, having good food and most importantly, getting to show you off to absolutely anyone with eyes. When he picked you up earlier he had spent a full five minutes taking pictures of you from every angle, all stunning in your evening gown, perfectly wrapping around your generous curves. If it wouldn‘t have been for Oikawa, he honestly would have just stayed in and ravished you in that dress. Unfortunately (although not surprisingly), you caught the eyes of one of Oikawa‘s teammates and the tall handsome man had been glued to your side ever since. And because his girlfriend was completely oblivious to his advances, you simply laughed along and took his flirting for simple curiosity. Issei really didn‘t want to be that guy that got all macho and marked his territory but… the alternative was watching his gorgeous girl being charmed at the buffet by some other guy and not even realizing it! He shouldn‘t stoop this low. He shouldn‘t turn into some kind of caveman and drag you away. You were strong and smart and could look after yours- did he just touch your ass?! Okay, fuck this, caveman it would have to be.

“Found you.“, a deep familiar voice said behind you. You sighed in relief. That guy was getting way too close for your liking. You turned to Issei, gratefully linking your arm with his.

“You wanna go get some fresh air, baby?“ With a small polite nod to the Argentinian captain you let your boyfriend lead you away.

“Thank you.“, you let out when you exited the large gala hall. You hadn‘t even noticed how stuffy it was in there. Wanting to veer right towards the big glass doors into the venue‘s courtyard you were surprised when Issei instead pulled you to the left and down a corridor.

“Where are you going?“, you laughed, trying to keep up with his long strides while in heels, but the arm around your hips kept you steady.

Issei opened a door here and there until, “Ah, now this looks cozy.“

It was a storage room for extra chairs and tables. Only a bit of moonlight trickled through a small rectangular window near the ceiling, barely illuminating the room enough to make out more than shapes.

“Gee, I wonder what you want to do here.”, you chuckled and let him lift you onto one of the tables.

Trapped between his strong arms on either side of you, you hummed happily when his lips found yours. For a while he only kissed you, getting needier not long after you started.

“Lay back.”, he panted, holding the back of your head so you wouldn’t hurt yourself.

Seeing you all pretty on the table like that fried the last few rational thoughts that were trying to get his attention.

Issei walked to the end of the table and slowly pushed up your dress, disappointed that the dim silvery light didn’t allow him to fully appreciate your panties. But he did grin when his large hand wandered up your thigh and he felt how wet you were for him.

“Mmh, look at you. How perfect you are, babygirl.”

You seemed to expect him to simply pull the fabric aside but he had other plans. After regaining some sense of reality he stopped squeezing your thighs and hooked his fingers into the band of your panties, pulling them off completely.

“Babe, what are you… ah… you can’t just…”, you moaned.

“Why? You don’t need them.”, Issei said calmly, tucking your underwear into his pocket. He pulled you closer to him, leaned down and began to devour you. There was no teasing, no build up, he just. needed. to taste you.

“Ah… oh my god… nghh, ah! Issei! Yes! Oh my god, don’t stop!” The high pitched pleas from your lips made him grip you tighter, his strong fingers digging into your flesh as his tongue pushed and played and flicked every inch of your pussy he could have at once. You reached down to grab his hair, pulling him even closer and he was pretty sure he could die of happiness right now.

With his relentless stimulation it didn’t take long until you came over his tongue. He greedily lapped up everything you gave him, giving your swollen clit a couple more harsh sucks, before standing up.

“Is it okay if I fuck you, baby?”, he asked, still entirely drunk on you.

Issei could just make out that you gave a little nod.

“Use your words.”, he groaned, lifting your ankle to his lips to give it a kiss.

“Yes, please… please fuck me. I need you inside of me.”, you managed to breathe out in a desperate whisper.

“Thank you, princess.”

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a/n: thank you for the request and your kind words! Y’all are being so cute 🥹✨ this one also got a bit away from me 😂 please enjoy!

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[ramblingoak]

Napping in the Clouds

This is for @megachaoticstupid who wanted a nap in my Steampunk Verse between little Copia and his big brother Secondo 💙

Huge thanks to @tasty-ribz for the art and to @ghuleh-recs for my steampunk dividers!

This technically takes place after Building A Family but it can be read on its own. There are also two other fics in this universe: Capitano Copia and Clockwork Friends.

Warnings: angst pertaining to Copia's time in an orphanage and Secondo's feelings towards his family otherwise it is very soft and fluffy, sfw, 2,600 words

They were running out of clocks.

Secondo brushed the toe of his boot against some of the debris on the floor.  The delicate metal parts scraped against the polished wood and he winced briefly at the scratch left behind.  Not that it mattered, Emeritus Manor had countless rooms that hadn’t seen a soul in years.  No one would care about the condition of the floor in some dusty study.  Secondo couldn’t even remember if he’d been in this room before.  Copia however had clearly been busy exploring.

Busy doing other things too.

“He’s up to three rats now.”  Alpha’s voice preceded him as he appeared out of the shadow in the doorway.  “And some toys.”

“Aren’t the rats toys?”

“No.”  Secondo turned with a raised eyebrow at the sharp quality of the ghoul’s voice.  To his credit, Alpha lowered his head briefly in apology before looking back up with a smirk on his face.  The red eyes of the demon glowed with mischief as he answered.  “They’re not toys at all.”

Copia was singing when he finally tracked him down.

He had a strong voice for his age.  Strong and bright Italian words drifted down the hallway and Secondo felt such an intense moment of something that he had to pause before he turned the corner to confront the boy.  Music hadn’t traveled the corridors of the manor for a long time.  Not since Terzo had decided he’d rather spend his time in the sky.

Or, as was the case lately, in prison.

Secondo turned the corner to find Copia hunched over something in the middle of the hall.  Parts and tools were spread out around him as well as what he assumed were the little clockwork rats Alpha had watched him build.  He was content to stay back and listen to his song but one of the rats twitched and turned his way.  Copia instantly quieted down, his head snapping back and his eyes widening as soon as he saw Secondo.

“I’m sorry!  I’ll put it back together!”

Copia stumbled onto his feet, grabbing an armful of parts and quickly going over to the quiet clock.  The rats were right at his heels save one.  This one went right for Secondo, pausing at his boots and gazing up at him.  There was a blue glow right below its chest, bright enough to illuminate the little creature’s eyes.  It was something that had Secondo holding his breath, memories of his own childhood here springing to his mind.

Memories of what he used to be able to build.

“What’s his name?”  His little brother turned his way, a small screwdriver clamped between his teeth.  Secondo crouched down slowly, not wanting to scare the rat away.  “Your friend, does he have a name?”

“Brizio.”  Copia timidly walked his way, the other two rats never straying far.  Only one of them had the same glow as the one Secondo was studying.  “I named him after a friend.”

“Friends are important, where is this friend now?”

“I-I’m not sure?  He was at the orphanage with me and got adopted…”  He dropped to his knees and reached a finger out to gently touch the rat’s back.  “I miss him.”

Secondo stayed silent as he watched the boy fidget, his little fingers tapping along his knees.  He could see a bit of himself in the boy’s features, the eyes being the most obvious thing.  The Emeritus family having had the white eye for generations at this point.  Nihil always claimed it was a gift but most of his sons at some point had considered it a curse.  Primo had hated it enough to replace it with one of his “enhancements”.

A tiny hand on his knee pulled Secondo from his thoughts.  Copia was looking up at him, his eyes wide and his face unsure.  

“It’s ok to miss friends and loved ones.”  He bit his lip for a moment, a memory from his own life here as a child coming forward in his mind.  “I used to have a pet rabbit, she was a gift from my mother.”

“What was her name?”

“Snowbell.  Because of her fur.  All white, beautiful and soft.”  He couldn’t help but smile softly, thinking of that first day he met Snowbell.  When his mother brought her into his room in her arms.  It was one of the last times he saw his mother healthy, before everything in his life changed.  He was so lost in his memories that he missed Copia saying something.  “What was that fratellino?” 

“Fratellino?”  Secondo found himself staring into a familiar set of eyes.  They shimmered in the gas lamps in the hallway, unshed tears threatening to drop.  “Are you…you’re one of my brothers?”

“Si, I am Secondo.”  He smiled when Copia reached a small hand up and Secondo gamely shook it.  “Primo is here as well, although he is rarely seen.  He likes to spend his time in his lab.”

“Do you have a lab?”

Secondo placed a hand on the floor to brace himself and then moved to sit cross legged.  Copia stayed close, his hand never leaving Secondo’s leg, almost like he was afraid that if he let go he’d lose the older brother he just found.

“I do, although I don’t use it as much anymore.  My study is where I spend most of my time, usually reading or designing things.”  Copia cocked his head and guessing the question he was about to ask Secondo continued,  “Designing things for my airship.”

“You have an airship?!”

The sheer joy on Copia’s face was infectious and he couldn’t help but match it,  “I do!  Secular Haze is her name.  She’s the fastest ship in the skies.”  Secondo made a show of looking around to see if they were alone,  “But don’t tell your brother Terzo that, ok?”

“Is Terzo here too?”

Secondo winced and gave a slight shake of his head,  “Unfortunately Terzo has landed himself in prison.”  Copia’s eyes widened comically, but he moved his head closer when Secondo leaned in.  “Piracy.”

“Wow!”

Of course to a child that was exciting and Secondo tried not to let his face fall and ruin the mood.  But Copia didn’t know what it was like dealing with the worry of how long Terzo would be gone this time.  About what sort of damage his ship Mummy Dust had taken.  Mostly though he was worried about what the city would find in the airship.

And what that would mean for the whole family.

He cleared his throat, taking a quick look around the hallway before leaning in close to Copia once more,  “I have an idea.”

“We ride around in your airship!”

“We will fratellino, I promise you that.”  Copia beamed up at him, following Secondo and standing up as well.  “But first we should clean this up, find something to eat and then maybe have a little tour of the manor, yeah?”

“Oh, yes!  Per favore!  Alpha showed me around a little but Papa Nihil caught us and made him take me back to my room.”

“Nihil is a dickhead.”  Copia’s little gasp had Secondo chuckling and he knelt down before the boy, his hands resting on his tiny shoulders.  “I will show you all the secret passageways, all the hiding spots.  I will show you how your brothers and I avoided him when we were your age.”  He stood up again, winking when he held out a hand for Copia.  “We still use them even now.”

He squeezed Copia’s hand when the boy reached out and then led him over to the silent grandfather clock.  Without direction Copia knelt down and began to put the old thing back together, his fingers quick and precise.  The little rats whirred at his feet, Brizio even picking up small gears and bringing them over to the boy right as he needed them.  Secondo chimed in whenever Copia held up something with a questioning look, helping the boy find where the part belonged.

When Secondo saw Copia’s triumphant grin as the clock came to life and a series of chimes rang out in the hallway he knew then and there that the boy was where he belonged as well.

From that day on Copia, and his rats, were rarely away from Secondo’s side.

Alpha and a few of the other ghouls had cleared out a space in Secondo’s study for the boy.  An area where he could work on whatever he desired, where he could build whatever he wanted, and Secondo was there to watch.  To lend a hand whenever Copia needed it.  It was amazing to witness the ease in which his fratellino could create things.  Amazing to see the familiar blue glow in each creation.  It was a special kind of magic the world didn’t see much of these days.

Secondo took a sip of his drink and continued to stare into the fireplace.  His study was quiet today save the crackling of the fire.  It was strange how fast he had gotten used to Copia’s chattering, to the sounds of the boy working as well as the sounds of his rats running about.  Copia loved to sing as well and Secondo found it hard not to join in when he did.  They made him ache for a home he had barely known but one he hoped to build here for himself and Copia.

Perhaps for Primo and Terzo as well if they wanted.

His ghouls had taken Copia out to see Secular Haze, something that the boy had been begging to do ever since he found out she existed.  He had also begged Secondo to come with but he couldn’t bring himself to go.  It had been so long since he had seen her, since he had last sailed through the skies on her, that the guilt for leaving her dormant was too heavy.  

He wasn’t even sure he could sail her again.  Wasn’t even sure if she’d let him.

“Papa?”  Secondo startled at the old honorific from Alpha, a title no one had bothered to use for years.  “We’re back.  Copia is in his room, he wanted to see you but he was asleep on his feet.”

“What did he think of her?”

“He was amazed, running around to study every part of her.  Asked a million questions.”

“I’m sure he did, I’ll have to dig out her plans so he can look at those.”  

Alpha stepped into his line of sight, the tall ghoul moving close to the fire and staring right into it.  He was far too close to the fire than most could handle but each ghoul had a specific element they called their own and fire was as natural to Alpha as breathing.  There was a tenseness to the ghoul’s shoulders, like he was debating whether or not to say something.  When he finally turned around Secondo set his glass down and crossed his arms.

“Is there something else?”

“Some of those questions were about you.”  Secondo shrugged, not really surprised at that.  The boy always had lots of questions for him.  Recently he had been mostly focused on the story Secondo told him of his rabbit, Snowbell.  “About what you were like at his age.”

“Too smart for my own good and desperate for someone to notice.”  

He froze after the words left his mouth, surprised he had said something so personal.  Although it didn’t really matter, Alpha had been there when he was young and angry at everyone.  Lost in the Emeritus Manor without another Emeritus in sight.  Nihil annoyed that Secondo even existed and Primo gone all the time for whatever reason.  

“I told him you were lonely.”

Secondo couldn’t shake Alpha’s comment.

The old ghoul was right, he was lonely.  It was just an odd thing to think about considering he’d felt that way most of his life.  While Primo had eventually warmed up to him, and Terzo had moved into the manor not long after Secondo did, they never truly felt like brothers.  Each was different enough in their attitudes and abilities that it had been hard to bond. 

It didn’t help that Nihil always tried to make things a contest between the three of them.  Who could develop something better, who could build something faster, who could propel the family further?  Those were the things Nihil cared about and if one of them failed at any of those aspects, or anything else, he was quick to lose interest and ignore them.  That in turn made the brothers quick to ignore each other, something that was easy to do in such a big house.

He got up to throw a few more logs into the fire, easing back into his chair as the loud popping sounds from the wood filled the room.  It was funny how quickly he had gotten used to Copia being in here because it already felt strange not to hear him tinkering away at something.  Ever since he had visited the airship he had been spending more time in his room.  Alpha said he was fine, just busy working on something.  The ghoul wouldn’t elaborate any further and when Secondo had finally decided to go to the boy himself Copia refused to even open the door.

Perhaps Copia had already grown tired of him.  The thought hurt and Secondo quickly took a swig of his whisky, wanting to bury that idea as deep as he could before it started to hurt worse.

“Fratello?”  Copia’s little voice had Secondo coughing mid swallow, the whisky burning his throat when it went down the wrong way.  He leaned forward with his arms on his legs, trying to catch his breath.  A small hand started to pat his back, the boy’s voice frantic when Secondo continued to cough.  “Are you ok?  Should I get Alpha?  Please don–”

“I’m ok, I’m ok.”  Secondo turned and placed a hand on top of Copia’s head, lightly ruffling his light brown hair.  “You just startled me, that's all.”  

He turned and set his glass down on the nearby table before looking at Copia again.  The boy had something in his arms, an object made of gold metal with a familiar blue glow shining bright in its chest.  At first Secondo thought it was Brizio but when he looked closer he realized the ears were much longer than what he was used to.  The body shape was different too.  Secondo straightened up in his chair abruptly, his eyes widening when he realized what it looked like.

“I made you something.”

It felt good to be in the sky again.

It felt good to have his ship under his feet, his ghouls at his side and the Secular Haze racing through the clouds.  This is where he belonged, the sky had always felt more like home than the ground.  The hum of his ship resonated through his bones and he didn’t realize how much he had missed it until now.  This partnership between him and the machine he had built.

The body next to him shifted and he looked down at a familiar mop of brown hair, his fratellino fast asleep at his side.  A small fist was latched onto his shirt, machine grease tucked under his nails like always.  Nearby Secondo could hear the familiar sound of small metal feet running about, the gentle whir of Copia’s creations ever present.  

When he looked over he met the gaze of one such creation Copia had made for him.  A gift that Secondo would cherish always, just like he planned to always cherish the small boy who made it.  Snowbell’s ears clicked as they moved around, the mechanical rabbit rearing up onto its hind legs when two of Copia’s rats ran by.  It soon dropped back down onto its feet, chasing after them around Secondo’s cabin. 

He leaned back and closed his eyes, soaking in the sounds of his ship around him.  Soaking in the warmth of being with his family, both old and new, as he began to drift off to sleep.

He didn’t feel lonely anymore.   

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[sanriokamabodo]

Hi, I'd like to request a little headcanons for fem reader & Akaza or Douma (or both!) who learn that she is scared of darkness - if possible!

A/N: this is so stinkin cute>:(

CW's: douma's lowkey mean when i write him but what's new, also not proofread!

Akaza

No one made you feel safer than your sweet boyfriend. Sweet, attentive and respectul. Your relationship was built on trust and honesty, there were no secrets between the two of you... except for maybe one thing.

You were terrified of the dark and whatever could be lurking in it. You knew it was ironic, having y'know a demon who can't be in the sunlight as your boyfriend.

Nonetheless you were able to keep your phobia as a secret for over a year. You didn't necessarily feel like you had to keep it from Akaza, but a small voice, somewhere, deep inside managed to tell you that it was a dumb thing to be scared of, that only kids were afraid of the dark.

Then again, you also had an idea that Akaza had an inkling about your phobia. He never questioned the fairy lights you liked to have on, even when you went to sleep.

Akaza didn't know.

One night, you had done your night time routine and jumped into your cozy bed. Akaza had something to finish up in the bathroom and entered your shared bedroom after you. Without giving it a second thought he turned off the fairy lights.

Click! You were enveloped in darkness. A small yelp left your lips.

Akaza, being the guard dog he is, turned on the lights within an instant, scanning the area for any potential threats. It was just you.

He cocked his head to the side, raising an eyebrow. "What's your deal?"

"Can we keep the lights on please?"

You saw Akaza think for a moment, realization hitting him quickly however. A gentle smile grazed his lips as he nodded. "Sure."

Akaza knew when it was best to stay silent. He didn't feel the need to confirm it with you, he knew you were afraid.

He joined you in bed, pulling you in extra close he placed a soft kiss on your temple.

Douma

The temple was dark, even with the lights on it had an eerie vibe.

You weren't sure where you were standing in your relationship with Douma. Some days he was the kindest man in the world to you, other days he didn't even spare you a glance.

Fine, it wasn't like the two of you were officially together anyway, you'd thought to yourself.

Naturally, you didn't feel the need to tell him about your fear. Especially considering his sadistic nature.

You were in your room, cleaning up a bit to keep your mind off of your confusing bond with Douma. When suddenly the lights turned off.

You tried turning the light on, to no avail. Opening the door you noticed that the usual lamps that always illuminated the dark corridor were off too.

You shot back inside your room and stayed frozen, you were terrified.

A while passed. Douma's voice, talking to your 'neighbour' helped you out of your frozen state. Shit, he couldn't see you like this.

A knock on your door followed soon after.

You swallowed away your fears yet it still took everything in you to not sound scared.

"You may come in, Douma."

Your door slid open, a bit of light creeping into your room as Douma held an oil lamp.

"There's a power outage."

"Ah, okay." You tried your best to sound uninterested, still annoyed at his two faced behaviour. Douma however, wasn't stupid, he'd noticed you were afraid the moment he entered your room.

"I'll move on then. You'll be fine without me, right?"

"Mhm."

Douma went to slide the shoji door close but regret quickly caught up with you.

"Please stay."

He hummed in response. Finally entering your room, Douma sat down his lamp and pulled you into an embrace, staying with you even when the power turned back on.

#im really insecure about my writing recently and i think it shows lol: #hope you enjoy this nevertheless<3 #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #anime #demon slayer fluff #douma #douma headcanons #douma x reader #akaza headcanons #akaza x reader #akaza #akaza x you #akaza x y/n #douma x y/n #douma x you

[bloodynereid]

Reapers & Ravens

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pairings: jordan li x oc

tw: swearing (like A LOT but come on it's gen v), seizures, mentions of death, drinking of alcohol, mentions of sex, iffy morals, bad parents

description: the story of a girl. a girl cursed by compound v to live a life without touch.

a/n: so this chapter is a little shorter that the rest cause i tried to stay as faithful to the ep as i could! hopefully u enjoy the addition of vic's dad and some more convos and interactions between jordan and vic. lmk if you wanted to be added to the taglist and my asks are open if you feel like chatting :) also one of my wonderful mutuals (the same one who created gemma) helped me write a few of their interactions so writing credits to them as well <3

The harsh white light that illuminated the stairwell cast strange shadows on Cate’s face as she convulsed. It had already been over 3 minutes and she wasn’t stopping, Andre and I were completely lost on what to do. We couldn’t just call an ambulance - we were in a restricted area of the school where a top secret Vought bunker was literally placed.

Then I remembered the incident with Luke’s blood, the way that his power seemed to have soaked into my veins when I absorbed the remaining energy in his cells. If I could control it, I could save Cate. Control over greed. Control over greed. Fuck okay I can do this.

Taking a deep breath, I looked over at Andre, watching as he scrambles to do anything and everything to get Cate out of her seizure. Goddammit. I start pulling off my gloves and stretch out my now naked fingers.

“Andre… I have an idea.” He looked up at me with pleading eyes but then he realized that my hands were uncovered.

“What- Vic, you know what don’t tell me, just do it.” I nodded and inched my hands closer and closer to Cate’s convulsing face.

“You need to be prepared to pull me away if I can’t stop myself.”

“Wha-” Before Andre could finish his exclamation my fingertips shakily laid on top of Cate’s forehead. As soon as I felt her energy start entering my body I wrenched my hand away and took a deep breath. I could feel everyone’s life force around me, even the ones behind the concrete door.

“Vic what the hell did you just do?” 

Ignoring Andre’s voice I focused on the foreign force that tingled in my brain. Unlike the cold fire that corresponded to Luke’s powers this sort of felt like spicy chocolate. Sweet but also imbued with something peppery.

I focused the power on my hands. I delicately placed them again on Cate’s face, this time I didn’t feel any of her life force seeping through. Only human skin. Oh wow so that’s what it felt like.

“Stop Cate. Relax.” Once the words left my mouth Cate stopped spasming and the spicy chocolate feeling left my brain, suddenly replaced by a rush of my power which instantly started to absorb her life force. I jerked my hands away and rubbed my wrists. I did it. I actually did it.

“Oh my god Vic, what the fuck?” I blinked up at Andre and pulled on my gloves, taking extra time to do up the clasp.

“I- I don’t know Andre. Something happened when Luke’s blood hit my body and I took a chance.”

Andre opened his mouth to respond, thankfully his eyes didn’t seem to hold anger, just a whole lot of confusion and something like… awe but then Cate let out a loud groan.

“Uh guys?” My eyes left Andre’s and looked down at the blonde, she had a confused but weak smile on her face and her eyes were all bloodshot.

“CATE! You’re okay, oh thank god.” Andre gingerly encased her in a hug and a fragile laugh was heard in the corridor.

“Aww thank you I wasn’t aware that I’d been raised to the status of god.” I said with a chuckle and Cate looked at me with a confused look on her face.

“What exactly did you do Vic?” Andre asked while we both helped Cate to her feet, I unrolled my sweater from where it laid on the floor and pulled it onto my shoulders. Carefully maneuvering around the guards, we stealthily (not really) walked up the staircase.

“So you know how I told you ages ago that I never once absorbed a supe?”

“Yeah… what does that have to do with this?”

“Well, a few days ago when he umm died, I was sort of able to siphon some of his power from the blood that hit me. I don’t have any idea how I did it but if I didn’t do anything Cate could have gotten really hurt so I needed to at least try.”

“You two are literally going to be the death of me. It’s like looking Reckless #1 and Reckless #2 over here.” Andre said with a roll of his eyes but a teasing lilt in his voice.

“Oh and you’re one to talk.” Cate adds meekly, a teasing tone evident in her statement. I laugh slightly and make her lean more of her weight against my side.

Once we got Cate to her dorm room, I left Cate and Andre to talk. They had this tension between them that I very much didn’t want to get involved in. Then a realization hit my brain like a freight train. The fucking interview! Shit I had promised Jordan.

I twirled around in place and started sprinting to the auditorium where we had the shoot earlier today. My heels clicked hard against the concrete and my enhanced stamina helped me stay at the same furiously fast pace until I reached the doors.

Slamming them open with as much force I could muster (with supe strength it ended up with the doors being knocked off their hinges slightly) and walking into the now darkened auditorium. The only things in sight were not camera equipment, a talk show set or even any other people. At the end of one of the rows, I heard whistling and saw one of the school’s janitors mopping the floor.

I let out a frustrated sigh through my teeth and rubbed a hand over my hair. Pulling on a couple of the blonde strands, I twirled around and made my way back out into the warm night.

“Fuck!” I moaned out, kicking a stone into the green grass surrounding the walkways. I needed to find Jordan. I needed to find them quickly.

I ran over to the junior dorms, knowing that Jordan’s dorm was only a few rooms away from Cate’s. Pounding on the steel door, I prepared myself for the inevitable backlash my decision was going to result in.

“Fuck off.” Jordan’s voice seemed almost distant because of how muffled the door made it.

“Jordan look I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” I heard some distant scuffling inside before the door was unlocked and pulled open. There stood Jordan, eyes rimmed with red and in pajamas. Still looking as stunning as ever.

“What?”

“I don’t really know how to explain this without fucking things up but uh Cate and Andre needed me.”

“Oh really? So you just decide to go against your promises for a quick fuck?”

“WHAT? No, no. Where the fuck did you hear that? I didn’t sleep with them.” I frantically tried to explain myself, stumbling over my words like there was no tomorrow.

“Yeah sure.” Jordan’s face was now covered in a mask of annoyance and indifference, a sarcastic smirk trying to cover the cracks of her vulnerability.

“Jordan… Cate had a seizure, Andre was busy doing something illegal again and dragged me with him. Cate tried to help but she pushed too much. I was trying to help her.”

“Oh. Shit. Is Cate okay?” Jordan’s face no longer looked angry instead pure worry seeped through their pores, they instantly shifted with a soft pop.

“Yeah uh Andre and her are in her room.” I chuckled slightly but Jordan just rolled his eyes.

“Sorry for assuming I just thought-”

“No you’re good, I would have done the same thing. Probably would have blown up more to be honest. I should be the one saying sorry.”

“Oh it’s fine, not like the trustees would do anything different.” Jordan answered in a self-deprecating tone.

“Did Marie at least say something?”

“Oh no she was playing her part like a perfect little puppet.”

“God I’m really fucking sorry, Jordan.”

“The system’s fucked what can I say? At least we have the memorial ball tomorrow, I can try to get some sponsorships and stuff there.”

“Fuck right the ball. My dad’s supposed to be coming to that.”

“Shit I’m hoping and praying that my parents don’t show up. Uh do you want to come in?” A smile immediately blossomed on my face at their suggestion.

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“Nah come on in. It could be like our first meeting of the shitty parents club.”

“Oh do you have stories cause I have plenty?” I aaked as I shut the door behind me and stood slightly awkwardly in the middle of the room.

“I’ll give you one better, I have stories and weed.” He said as they held out a bag of gummies.

“Fuck yeah!”

I, as silently as I could, carefully opened the door to my shared dorm. The sun had risen about an hour ago and it felt like I was living the literal definition of ‘walk of shame’ even if Jordan and I hadn’t actually done anything yesterday.

Somehow I had completely forgotten that Gemma was an early bird so the second I stepped through the heavy door, my roommate jumped up from her bed.

“Ah Vic where have you been? Did you sleep with someone? Ooo was it Andre? Tell me everything.” Gemma said as she joyfully jumped up and down around me, before I could even take notice of her barrage of questions I realized that her hair had changed. It no longer was her usual shade of red instead it hung down her shoulders in strawberry blonde ringlets.

“Your hair? Also wait- Andre? Why does everyone keep thinking I’m sleeping with Andre?”

“Oh right, I got bored last night but come on! Tell me what happened. And I don’t know you guys just have this vibe.”

“We do not! I think we’re going to need all morning for me to clarify the fact I’m very much not sleeping with Andre.”

“I don’t have any classes and I’m pretty sure you don’t either so stop making me wait.”

“Alright, alright.” I let out a laugh at her contagious joy and spent the next hour discussing every minute of last night’s adventures, even the illegal bits.

After our little catch up, I decided to get changed out of my day old clothes and finally get some softer gloves on my hands. When I had inevitably crashed on Jordan’s bed last night, I wasn’t able to change into my usual pair of sleep gloves. So after having leather on my hands for more than 24 hours I was more than glad to welcome the feeling of soft and pillowy cotton.

Once I had put on a whole new outfit and washed my face I felt like an actual person again. The soft sheets crumpled around my body as I readjusted my reading position. In front of my eyes stood the text of a psychology book on conspiracy theories. It was actually pretty interesting and so far removed from my usual school readings that the world around me just disappeared for a little while.

Unfortunately, my little moment of solitude was disturbed by our dorm room’s door flinging open and as I turned to look at who the intruder was I recognized her to be Emma. Emma who hadn’t even realized I was there so she just kind of threw herself onto Gemma’s bed. Since the divider to our room stopped me from being able to see what was going on I just decided to rely on my senses. Closing my eyes, I blindly shut the book and focused.

“Gemma, I- fuck I need you to shift into me.”

“Uh okay sure?” 

A second later I hear sounds of kissing and my mouth drops, oh OH shit. The sounds of moaning and whimpering seemed to start increasing in volume and I realized I probably should leave. Two sets of loud moans made me make up my mind instantly. Yup definitely leaving.

As silently as I could, I grabbed my books, iPad, headphones and phone before shoving them into my canvas bag. I also put an extra pair of gloves, purple this time, in case they were needed for whatever reason.

Tiptoeing my way over to the door, I risked a glance at the couple with a slight smile on my face. Gemma deserved the fucking world and hopefully Emma would be able to provide some of it. I twisted the knob of the door and just as I stepped through the door I turned back one last time.

“Wear protection!” I said with a teasing lilt in my voice and let the door slam close as a loud ‘fuck’ echoed through the hallway.

Group Chat with Cate, J, A.A. & Luke

Me: anyone free?

don’t have classes until the afternoon

i’m boredddd

J: can’t

got some stupid essay i need to do for a fucking extra branding seminar about lunchboxes

Me: lol what

why r u taking that?

J: fuck if i know

it’s mandatory supposedly

Cate: WHAT

no it’s not

who told u that?

also vic i’m free meet me @ the tables outside the caf

Me: k omw

J: ITS NOT MANDATORY?

fuck that little fuck louis

A.A.: really?

u trusted louis?

J: he’s my academic advisor u bitch

ofc i trusted him

Laughing, I locked my phone and tried to spot Cate at the tables. My eyes caught hers at one of the end tables and she waved with a smile on her face, urging me to join her.

“Hi. It’s good to see you’re doing better.” I said once I put my bag down on one of the benches and got a good look at the blonde. She looked absolutely radiant today, clad in a sage green blazer and dangling pearl earrings.

“Yeah, thanks for that. You quite literally saved my life.”

“Hey that’s what friends are for right?” I asked as I laid my gloved hand over hers. She smiled and tugged a flyaway strand of her hair away from her face.

“Of fucking course, now tell me all about what happened with Jordan last night.”

“How did you know?”

“I have my sources.” She says in a sing-song voice as a smirk paints her face. I huff out a laugh and shake my head fondly.

“Fine, keep your secrets but… you have to tell me everything that happened with Andre.”

“Deal.”

Cate and I talked for what seemed like hours (in the best way possible) and we ended up ordering lunch. A pasta dish that was probably one of the best things I had ever tasted.

“Vicky, I didn’t realize you had already made some friends.” The familiar voice made my spine seize up and goosebumps appear on my arms, and not the fun kind. Cate’s mouth had dropped open as I swiveled around to look directly at my dad’s hazel eyes.

“Hey dad.”

“Kiddo! Come on, give me a hug.” He had a wide smile on his face, he looked genuinely happy - not buzzed happy. That was probably one of the only reasons why I actually decided to hug him. After he left me out of a slightly too tight embrace, he looked towards Cate and smiled.

“Oh right dad, meet Cate Dunlap. Cate, meet my dad.”

“Uh hello Mr. Oaks or uh Frostbite, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” She said, politely offering her gloved hand.

“Nice to meet you as well Cate. These are beautiful gloves, similar powers to my daughter then?”

“Uh kind of, I can mind control people using my hands.” Dad’s eyes widened as he whistled appreciatively.

“Wow, now that’s a cool power. If you can excuse us, I need to pull my beautiful daughter away for a bit. We have a fitting.” Right, the memorial gala. Ugh. 

“Yeah sure. I’ll see you there.” Cate quickly encased me in a hug and then leaned close to my ear, “I forgot how hot your dad was.”

“Cate!” An outraged gasp left my mouth as she just laughed while she walked in the direction of her dorm.

“Well isn’t she a charmer?” He was watching her walk away with a smirk on his face causing my mouth to turn into a disgusted sneer.

“Dad, really? I told you I had a rule about my friends, plus you’re like decades older than her.”

“I know, sweetheart. Come on, I found the perfect dress to match my suit. After your little interview stunt you’re going to need all the help you can get to stay in the top 10.”

“Yeah dad, I get it.” 

I rubbed my temples as we made our way to one of the many cars that are in dad’s collection. This one was an Aston Martin DB5, the James Bond car. It was a wrap gift from one of Vought’s many rip off movies my dad starred in, he had gotten to play James Bond-type for 3 movies and somehow managed to still get roles.

My heels sunk into the plush of the red carpet, flashes of the many cameras seemed to permeate my eyes and kept me changing my poses. I was wearing a beautiful sleeveless dress that made me seem like I was floating. The folds of bluish gray mixed perfectly with the pearly white, even my gloves were designed specifically to complement this outfit.

Sometimes you had to give my dad some credit, he did have an eye for fashion. He stood next to me with an open white shirt and steely gray suit. Once I had done enough solo posing I skipped my way over to dad and gave him a one armed hug, painting on a cheerful smile for the cameras. I was careful not to let any exposed skin near his hand because that would be bad… not for me but for literally everyone else.

It was like the cameras exploded, so many flashes were now directed towards us that it was blinding. I endured it for another minute before thankfully dad dragged into the ball… where we were greeted by even more cameras. I adjusted the ribbon that dad insisted I wear and gave a little smirk to the cameras. Dad walked next to me until finally the cameras focused on Marie and the dean behind us. Now that was a weird pair.

“Good job sweetheart. You ready to mingle?”

“Are you?”

“Always.” He flashed me his politician smile and quickly grabbed two glasses of champagne before handing me one and moving towards a group of old white guys, the trustees probably.

I took a sip of champagne and looked around the room, spying quite a few familiar faces before I landed on Gemma’s, she was standing off to the side with a glass of water - staring out into the sea of people with a thoughtful look on her face.

I weaved my way through all the trustees and potential donors until I finally sidled up next to her and offered the glass of champagne in my hand.

“You look like you need this more than I do.” Gemma jumped slightly at the sound of my voice and turned to look at me.

“Shit you scared me. Ooo champagne thank you.” She passed me her water and then proceeded to down the entire flute in one go.

“Okay wow, what is going on?”

“Nothing. You look incredible by the way.”

“You do too,” I looked down at her impeccable suit, it had bubbled sleeves and a sheer patterned shirt under the white blazer, “but there is clearly something up. Come on, you know I’ll probably just ridicule you slightly and not actually judge you for it.”

“So you know how I slept with Emma…”

“Yes? I was there for like the first bit of it.” She cringed back for a second and took back her glass of water, taking a sip before she continued with her admission.

“I don’t think I can actually have a serious relationship with her.” Oh okay wow, heavy topics already and I had only had a sip of champagne.

“Okay do you mind if I ask why? You know I support you in anything you might choose.”

“Well… she’s really hot and sweet and so goddamn nice but I can only see us that way in the short term. I was able to help with the whole video thing and I’m actively trying to help her realize how fucking incredible she is but I don’t think we would be good together.”

“Gem, for the short time that I’ve known you, you are quite literally the most selfless person ever. That’s really fucking rare for people like us so if you feel like this is something that is going to help you then I think you need to choose it. Keep being friends with Emma and have fun but do what you need to do.”

“Yeah, I just don’t feel like I’m at a point in my life where I can be a serious girlfriend. I literally just made it to university and everything is already pretty fucking insane. We talked about it a lot... afterwards. Emma knew that I was happy to help her get through this and to learn to love herself - a bit literally I guess - but we both decided that she needed an actual partner and not a shapeshifting fuckbuddy therapist. She needs someone that is going to be there for her in ways I can’t. I just… I feel like I change too much. ”

“Woah hey, you’re perfect how you are but honestly I agree with you, getting into a serious relationship right now might actually mess up everything else so I’m glad that you actually know what is good for you. I’m so fucking proud of you Gem, and it’s good you talked about this with Emma so now you’re both on the same page and weird shit won’t go down.”

“Aww stop it. We’re going to make each other cry and our makeup will get all kinds of fucked up.” I laughed wetly and pulled her into a hug, gingerly maneuvering so none of my very exposed skin was touching hers. The single problem that this dress had was that I could literally kill anyone instantly.

“VICKY! Darling get over here, look who I found.” Gemma and I both turned to look in the direction of the voice that just shouted my name. My dad was standing next to Andre and his dad and was frantically waving me over.

“Your dad?”

“My dad. I’ll talk to you later okay?”

“Yeah thanks for checking up on me. I think I really needed that.”

“Anytime.” I smiled at her and then started making my way over to the little group, dropping off the champagne flute on a passing waiter’s tray.

“Hey dad, Mr. Anderson. Good to see you again.”

“You too Victoria. You look absolutely beautiful tonight, as always. Doesn’t she Andre?”

“Hmm yeah Vic, you look incredible. The color really looks good on you.”

“You have to thank dad for that one, he picked out the entire thing.”

“Aww Vicky you give too much credit to your old man, I have way too many designer friends that were happy to finally design something for you.”

“Right, Adrian - you and I have some catching up to do. Let’s leave the bright young heroes of tomorrow to mingle.”

“Yes, let’s see if they’re serving any of that top shelf whisky.” I heard their chuckles as the pair walked off towards the bar and I turned to Andre.

“So… you and Cate huh?”

“Fuck off.” He answered with a laugh clearly slipping into his voice as we started making rounds around the groups of trustees. Better to be a united front against these people.

I grabbed two glasses of champagne and made my way out of the main reception. There were too many people and everyone’s clothes kept brushing against my naked arms. All I wanted to do was grab someone’s exposed hand and take away every inch of their life force just to feel a little less staticky. So I thought that the next best thing was to absorb any and all of the plant life outside the building.

Sitting down on the stone steps I pulled off one of my gloves and eased my fingertips into the soil. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and focused. The little pulses of the underground root systems started to sing against my power, each cell produced enough energy that after a few minutes the static that filled my mind faded away. I dusted off my hand and pulled my glove back on and was about to head back into the hall when I heard some leaves rustling.

“Uh, is anyone out there?”

“You know if this was a horror movie you would definitely be dead right now.” Jordan’s unmistakable voice rang out into the night making let out a laugh.

“Aww don’t kill me Jordan, I want to make it to season 2.” Jordan walked out from behind one of the bushes and ran a hand through their hair. It made her look so fucking good that it should be a criminal offence.

“Of course you like Scream. What are you doing out here?” They asked as they took a seat next to me and grabbed one of the champagne glasses, shifting as their mouth made contact with the rim of the glass.

“Killing some plants and trying to get away from all the people. Why are you out here?” I took a sip from my own glass and leaned back so my elbows made contact with the cold concrete floor.

“Trying to get away from my parents. They’re just so fucking frustrating, like I know they’re trying but I’m not just their son. Fuck you really don’t want to hear this.” Just as they were about to get up, I extended my hand and grabbed her forearm.

“Hey look, I do want to hear about it. You don’t need to pretend everything is perfect all the fucking time cause it’s not.”

“I- yeah thanks. I just don’t want to be too much and we literally just met.”

“Hey! We got high and have gone through more trauma than most people have in their lifetimes. I think we’re bonded for life now.” He lets out a chuckle and traces a hand over my gloves. A giddy little smile appears on my face.

“Yeah I guess we are.” His eyes level up with mine and something softens in them, they are about to open their mouth again when I hear a loud shout from inside.

“Vicky!” Fucking hell not again.

“Seems like someone is calling you.”

“Yeah my dad is having fun showcasing me like a prize trophy to all the trustees. We’ll talk later?”

“Definitely.” They switch with a pop and extends their hand. My leather gloves stop the contact from feeling too intimate but it still felt like sparks were extending all over my body.

“Vicky!”

“Fuck, see you in a bit.” I blow them a kiss as I dash inside searching the crowd for my dad, once he sees me he points at the people next to him with a smile and mouths: ‘trustees’. Great, just perfect.

I leaned my head against the cold bar top, the dean’s speech had grated my already raw nerves and dad had almost started giving me an entire lecture on why I should have been up there with Marie. I was happy for her truly, but this whole situation was fucked.

“Oh wow you two look rough.” Cate’s voice made me look up from my position on the bar to see that Jordan had silently joined my side and was downing a glass of champagne. 

“I hate this.”

“What happened to you?”

“Parents.”

“Dad.” I said at the same time as Jordan and we sent each other empathetic looks.

“Say no more.” Cate took off her glove in a swift move and pressed her fingers to the bartender’s hand. “Vodka. The expensive shit you save for the big swinging dicks. Oh and three glasses.”

I got up from my position and smiled gratefully, grabbing the extra glass I followed the duo over to one of the more secluded sections of the room. We spent the next few minutes, while everyone pretended to give a single fuck about Brink, steadily downing multiple shots of vodka and talking about campus gossip and the latest shitty show Vought had put out.

“Hey Moreau.” I turned to look in the direction that Jordan had directed her spiteful tone at, there stood Marie, looking stunning in that red dress. As their argument progressed I silently poured myself another shot (if you could even consider it a shot) of vodka.

“I didn’t know I had powers until my first period… I couldn’t control the blood so it sliced right through my mom’s body. My dad came, same deal.” My heart dropped, holy shit - and I thought my situation was bad.

“Fucking hell.” I said I took a sip of my glass.

“Yeah so if you can excuse me, I have just spent the entire night being dragged around like a fucking showpony.” 

“Hey.” Cate pulls up one of the seats to the table and pats the cotton cushion.

“My family and I were on a camping trip, my little brother kept kicking at my shins. I didn’t know about my power so I grabbed him by the arm and told him to go away and never come back. He did just that - they sent out search parties and everything but… we never found him. My mom never touched me again. Neither did my dad.” I swallow dryly and move a drop of condensation along the rim of my glass. Why the hell would Vought do this to us? Greed probably. It’s always about greed and power.

“I had no idea. I’m so sorry.” Marie stuttered out and I cleared my throat.

“It’s not your fault. Your parents gave you a dangerous drug as a baby to make a buck off you-”

“No, no they weren’t like that.”

“Yes they were, they did this. You didn't, so don't you spend a second crying over them.”

“I- uh. I know the official story is that my mom died giving birth to me and that I got my powers much later but umm that didn’t exactly happen. I don’t remember it much because supposedly I was just a few days old but she touched my hand while singing me to sleep one night. My dad puts on a show for everyone most of the time. He expects perfection because that’s the only way he can cope with the literal murderer of his wife living under his roof.” 

I felt a tear slip from my eyes and wiped it away quickly as the entire group just looked at with guilt in their eyes. 

“So yeah there’s my little sob story. I still feel responsible even if dad gave me these godforsaken powers, which fucking sucks.” I laughed wetly and took a swig of vodka, letting the burning sensation cloud my thoughts.

“Vic, holy shit. I’m so fucking sorry.” Cate rubbed my shoulder and I smiled at the feeling of warmth that radiated from her gloves against my skin.

“You know… I killed my grandpa with my powers.” I turned to look at Jordan who was staring at me with a neutral expression on their face.

“No you didn’t.” Cate responded.

“Yeah I know… I was just feeling left out.” I let out a loud snort and covered my face with my glove as I continued to giggle. Jordan smirked at me and nudged their pinky against mine.

“Hey… umm guys - I fucked up.” Andre said as came up to the table, panic clearly showing in his eyes.

“Andre…” I started, a clearly annoyed tone seeping into my voice.

“What did you do?”

“It’s about her roommate.”

“Emma?”

“Who the fuck is Emma?”

“Andre…” I repeated as I realized what he had done. Oh no.

“I think she’s stuck.”

“You didn’t.”

“Where? Where is she stuck?”

“You know where.”

“Andre. You promised.” 

“Andre, you fucking idiot.” I leaned back in my chair as I uttered the words and closed my eyes tightly. This nightmare seemed to be never-ending.

links to the outfits cause i was bored: vic's dress but greyer, vic's dad's suit, gemma's suit

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A Third (Feysand x Reader) - Chapter 4

Warnings: light smut??

a/n: I have no idea where I want to go with this story but here you go!

Feyre almost threw up at the sight of him. Rhys’ hand tightened on her back giving her strength. They had a meeting before this to nail down what they were going to say, but her mind went blank.

“I- I had a vision which led us here. We are looking for a female who might work at your hospital,” Feyre said.

“Well, I have many women that work in my hospital. May I ask what the vision was about?” Helion asked. 

“I… Uh… She was riding your cock, actually.”

Helion laughed, “Well then. Shall we recreate the scene?”

Rhysand butted in, “Do any of your people fit this description?”

“Hmm. There are many a female that would fit your description. But what do you need with them? You just can’t come here and pluck one of my people and take them with you.”

“How did you know we wanted to take her with us?”

“I can smell your bond on you. It’s stronger than before. Is this female you are looking for your mate?”

“We don’t know. That’s why we're here.” Rhysand said in monotone. 

“I will see what I can do. Please, go rest in your quarters and I will seek you out when I am ready.” Helion said solemnly.

…

You were halfway through a stitch when you felt a tug in your chest. That was odd. You had never had this feeling before. 

The stitch was finished before you got up from your spot to go and get some water. Now your heart started beating out of your chest. Your shift wasn’t being close to over, but you could not work while you feel like this, so you went to your supervisor and asked to leave. She was a kind female that didn’t ask questions, so she let you go. 

You run into Helion on your way out. 

“Y/N, where are you going in such a hurry?” He asked.

“Oh, just home. I do not feel well.” You replied. 

“Well my apologies for holding you back, feel better soon.”

You were walking out the door to leave when you felt a tug again. 

There was a strange feeling like you were going the wrong way, so you followed that feeling. It led you up the stairs of the palace- somewhere you had never gone to alone. The walls towered over you as you kept feeling out where to go. 

All of a sudden, you came to a door at the end of the corridor. The door looked big enough for wings to go through. How weird. 

The door seemed to open slightly on its own, which would’ve been weird to you, but it illuminated the couple inside. They were on top of one another, kissing and thrusting. The sheets were tangled up between them as he drove into her relentlessly. This was the most unholy sight you had ever seen. Screams were heard when, all of a sudden, a tug hurled through your chest again. When you looked down this time, you saw a golden string reaching toward the couple. The thrusting stopped as you met the eyes of the couple through the door. You slammed it shut and ran as fast as you could. Down the hallway and the stairs, you ran. Your breath left you as you exerted all of your energy. 

You weren’t fast enough as an arm reached out towards you and grabbed your elbow. The string was completed when you looked down. To the male. 

…

It was her. The female he- they were searching for. He had to get her. 

In a snap, he was clothed and ran out the door. Feyre called for him, but his mind was only set on you. Your hair was blowing in the wind with how fast you ran, but he was faster. He reached out and grasped your arm. There. He was finally there, and when he looked down, the golden string was connected to her chest. 

There were tears rolling down her face. From what emotion, he did not know.

He went to cup her cheek when she swatted him away and tried to run again. He grabbed her again and finally looked into her eyes. They were some of the most beautiful he had ever seen. He was getting lost in them as he was shaken back into consciousness. Feyre had come running after them. She was wearing a thin robe and slippers. 

“What’s going on here?” Feyre asked.

Rhys didn’t know what to say to that. What was going on here? Could she not see the golden string? 

The unnamed female was still crying and he didn’t know what to do. 

“Why don’t we just go and talk about this in our quarters,” Rhys said. 

You just nodded and followed them back to the room. How were you to deny your… mate? Is that what this is all about? You were dizzy and confused as you followed them. This was about to be either the best or the worst conversation of your life. 

…

As you all returned to their room, your nerves were skyrocketing. How could they not?

There were a couple of couches by the fireplace that magically lit as you walked over. The couple sat on one couch as you sat on the other facing them. You realized then that they were absolute strangers to you. 

“So…” you said, not knowing how to start this conversation. 

“Well, Feyre darling, this is the female we have been searching for.” Rhys said plainly. 

“Searching for… what are you talking about?”

So he told you everything from the nightmares to the visions and how they found you here. You were astonished that someone would go through so much trouble just to find you.

The female now known as Feyre couldn’t stop glaring at me. The hatred in her stare was suffocating. 

“May we have a moment?” Feyre asked. 

“Anything you have to say to me you can tell to my other mate.” Rhys said back. 

“Mate? So now you want to tell me what’s going on here?” 

The bickering started and didn’t seem to stop. 

The air in the room was thick, which made it hard to breathe. You began to get dizzy again from their fighting then one moment you were staring at them and the next, you were consumed by darkness.

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Prisoner

Part 4

Part 1,* Part 2, Part 3, Part 4*

Authors note: I wrote the first part of this when I was feeling really down and the rest when I finally got the good news that my health issues have resolved and I don't have to fear anything. I wanted to rewrite everything, but then I thought it's a part of me, a part of my inner turmoil and I left it as it was.

Summary: Sihtric promised to find the cunning thief that saved his life in Bebbanburg, and kept that promise. What he didn't expect was to find her broken. Will his overwhelming love for her, allow him to heal all the wounds? 

Pairing: Sihtric x reader (female)

Warnings: imprisonment, implied rape in the past, SMUT 18+

Word Count: 5,2 K

Tags: @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @hb8301 @zillahvathek

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The thick and heavy air made your lungs burn in slow agony with each shallow breath you took. The disgusting smell of filth and rot that hit your nose with the force of a hurricane and made you almost choke on your own breath when you first entered the dungeon didn’t bother you anymore. You had long got used to it, as well as you had got used to the putrid broth and murky water brought to you and the other prisoners by the nuns. The very first time you had refused it, smashing the dirty bowls on the floor with an impudent laugh on your face. 

You had been so sure not to stay here for long, so confident in the imminent rescue and so appalled, when the time passed and it didn’t come. You had long lost count of the time, as there was nothing in the dungeon that would hint the movement of the sun, the dim torch light being the only illumination. 

You had spun back the last events before your capture hundreds and thousands of times, remembering the tiniest details of your last encounter with Constantin – your lord and protector, whom you had served all those years. There were no more doubts as to the reasons why you had landed in this filthy place. You were betrayed and used as a conciliation gift. 

The constant moans and cries, echoing through the walls and corridors, the rustle of rats, hopelessly searching for some remnants of food, and the chirp of the burning torches would have probably driven you mad if not for the burning anger, flaring-up in your chest and filling your veins with fiery determination to take revenge.

But as the time passed even this apocryphal source of energy started to lose its power, leaving room first to despair and then to indifference. Indifference to everything. 

The last sensation you remembered was the overwhelming, maddening hunger, your stomach clenching in spasms as you wiggled on the floor, arms wrapped around your waist; your mind was blurred and head spun as rough, bruising hands tore you from your dark oblivion and pulled you up to your feet. Your legs refused to obey and you were literally dragged out of the cell and through the empty, echoing corridors to the stairway and further up into the light, hitting you like a thunderbolt, your eyes unlearned to deal with it.

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Sihtric turned to face the approaching guards dragging a dirty, gaunt, barefooted figure with bound hands, clad in filthy rags that carried a far resemblance to something that must have been a tunic some long time ago.

Even if Sihtric’s memories held a completely different picture of the beautiful widow, turned out to be a cunning spy and thief, but more importantly the unexpected saviour of his life in the fortress of Bebbanburg, he instantly recognised you. 

“Is it her? Are you sure?” Uhtred’s voice, like a distant echo, intruded in Sihtric’s bewildered  consciousness.

“Yes, it’s her,” Sihtric nodded, trying to preserve a nonchalant expression, only his eyes betraying the real emotions brewing inside him, filling with anxiousness and darkening with growing anger, his gaze fixed on the bony creature, that yelped in pain as it was thrown to the ground before him. 

“We have the direct order from the king to bring her before the Bishop’s court in Lundene,” Uhtred addressed the stern-faced man, sitting on a draped chair not far away from a table loaded with paper rolls, almost hiding the young scribe placed behind. 

“You can have her,” the man shrugged with shoulders, his face emotionless. “One mouth less to feed, although I don’t think she would have lasted long anyway,” he nodded to the scribe, who hastily scribbled something on the paper roll, and rose from the chair. “Some guards might miss her company though,” he added with a dirty smirk on his lips.

Uhtred’s brows furrowed, repulse evident on his face, as he casted a worried glance to Sihtric, whose face had turned ashen, his eyes clouded with confusion and a burgeoning fury, abruptly turning into cold, hard stones as he watched the guards by your side, muscles in his jaw tightening, lips pressing into a thin line. Sensing the tightening of his friend’s  muscles, preparing for a leap, as his hand slid down to the shaft of his axe, Uhtred placed a deterring hand on Sihtric’s shoulders, squeezing it warningly and turned back to the man. “Are you ready? We want to leave as soon as possible to reach Lundene within the next few days.”

Your eyes, slowly adjusting to the daylight, hidden behind loose strands of your dirty, tousled hair, cautiously scanned the hall and the men around you. What was happening here? Who were they? There was something undeniably familiar in the voice of one of them, something that stirred memories you had tried to entomb in the deepest corner of your mind. You carefully raised your gaze, instantly lovering it again, unable to believe what you had seen.  

“I will find you regardless,” the familiar voice echoed in your mind, bringing back the bittersweet memories of the last time you saw Sihtric, as he turned and passed through the small sea gate of Bebbanburg castle, disappearing into the shadows behind it. 

You had never expected this to happen, for him to really look for you and even less to find you, but there he was, his gaze locked on you, full of worry and compassion, the look you remembered so well, being the first and only man ever to look at you in such a way. Men looked at you with lust and longing, with fury and anger, pleading and threatening, sometimes demanding, but only Sihtric’s gaze had held this fleeting, indescribable hint of affection, sympathy and … yes, love. 

You pulled your bare feet beneath you, while your hands instinctively tugged at your rags, trying to cover your thighs. Boring a hole in the floor beneath you with your gaze, cheeks blushing in embarrassment, unnoticeably under the layer of dirt, covering your face, you silently wished death had finally claimed you last night, when the spasms were shaking your body. You didn’t want him to see you like this. 

Next moment you felt two strong, rough hands pulling you to your feet by the ropes binding your hands, grabbing you at your waist, pushing you up and throwing over one's shoulder. You gasped from the pain of your stomach hitting against the bones of the broad shoulder, breath hitching as you were carried out of the hall and in the same unceremonious way thrown over the saddle, the man mounting behind you.

“Sihtric, we are leaving,” a commanding voice shouted above your head, spurring the horse to movement, as you saw Sihtric rushing out of the hall, mounting the other horse and pressing his heels into its sides.

The ride was not long, as soon as the silhouette of the city faded in the background, the rider turned off the road into the woods and halted. Carefully and gently as if you were about to break he lifted you from the horse and lowered onto the smooth moss on the ground. You heard the other rider approaching and jumping to the ground. You let your eyes closed, you thought it a dream and opening your eyes could mean it’ll be gone. The ropes binding your hands were cut and you let them freely fall down on both sides of your body. 

“How is she? Did you really have to be so rough with her?” you could hear a hint of rebuke in Sihtric’s voice.

“We had to play it to the end. Did anybody follow us?” the other man spoke.

“No, no scouts, no pursuers. I checked thoroughly,” you heard Sihtric approaching

“Good, then we have successfully stolen your thief. But we shouldn't waste time. The road back to Coccham is still far enough,” the man rose, making space for Sihtric to kneel beside you.

“Hey, pretty widow. I told you I’ll find you, didn’t I? You are safe now. I’m taking you to Lord Uhtred’s estate,” rough fingers stroked your cheeks, pushing aside the strains of your disheveled hair and you finally braved to open your eyes to look at the man kneeling beside you. It was really him, it was Sihtric; his worried glance lightening with a shy smile.

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The smell of something mouthwatering delicious tickled your nose as you slowly opened your eyelids and scanned the surroundings, letting your body register the softness of the mattress you were lying onto, the long forgotten, almost unnatural feeling of your head resting on a pillow, and the gentle touch of the blanket covering your body. 

“Good morning!” a soft whisper greeted you, sending a shiver down your spine, prompting you to sit up and turn to meet the familiar gaze of two mismatched eyes.

Sihtric watched you, settled in the chair by the window, his face bathed in the warm, golden rays of a rising sun, casting strange shadows over his handsome features. Your gazes locked and a long-drawn moment of silence spread between you, not an odd or eerie one – a warm and soothing silence not requiring any words, letting your eyes speak for themselves.

You felt words forming in your mind, but they didn’t reach the lips, stiffened by the strange sensation of warm liquid dampening your cheeks and blurring your vision. In surprise you touched your face and marvelled at your wet fingers, the mattress caving in from additional weight settling beside you, two strong arms wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you close in a tight embrace, intended to offer you solace and comfort. 

Instead, feeling two big rough palms on your bare skin, you jolted as if bitten by a poisonous snake and instinctively crawled back, crouching in the head of the bed, your eyes flaring with repulse, disgust and anger.

Sihtric instantly froze, lifting his hands as if in surrender and hastily removing himself from the bed.   

“I’m sorry. I didn’t …” he mumbled, unsure of what to say or what to do, but not letting his gaze off you, as you continued to look back at him. It was the same beautiful eyes he remembered, just dim and empty, surrounded by black circles, the mischievous spark stolen from them and replaced with the dark abyss of despair. 

Sihtric continued to stare at you, taking in your sunken cheeks, bulging collarbones and thin arms, wrapped around your legs until a realisation struck him and he stormed out of the room, returning a few moments later with a steaming bowl in his hands, spreading the familiar scent that had risen you from your sleep just minutes before. You almost tore the bowl from his hands, the hot liquid burning your mouth and tongue as you gulped it down greedily, almost without chewing on the pieces of meat and vegetables in it. 

“I have asked to prepare a bath for you, if you wish” Sihtric offered, watching you devour your meal.

You looked down at your dirty arms and legs, your hands nervously tugging at the dirty laces that somehow still held the rags around your shoulders, and a blush covered your cheeks as you hastily nodded your agreement to Sihtric.

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Back in the room again, you grappled with the dress that was left there for you. You'd always loathed dresses, with their confining laces and superfluous layers that hindered movement. But this particular dress seemed designed to vex you. Its laces were at the back, making it impossible to secure without assistance.

The door behind you creaked, causing you to startle. Sihtric entered just as you were in the midst of your predicament. As you turned, you caught him averting his eyes, and he made to exit swiftly.

"Wait, please, could you help me?" It was actually the first time you'd spoken since he had rescued you and hearing your voice Sihtric's face lightened up with a sincere smile.

“I can help you, if you'd allow," Sihtric responded gently, his voice betraying a hint of  nervousness.

You turned your back to Sihtric and collected up your damp hair, a simple invitation for Sihtric to help you with the laces. He approached with caution, the recent memory of your startled reaction just before to his well intended touch still fresh in his mind. He was gentle, taking utmost care not to let his fingers brush against your skin more than necessary, his uneven breath tickling your neck.

The air around you seemed to pulsate with tension. You craved his touch, his firm embrace, telling you that everything will be alright, that you are safe, and you dreaded it simultaneously. Once he was done, you felt him retreat and only then did you turn to face him.

“Can you… can you just hold me?” you pleaded, placing your palms on his broad chest, making a step closer to him. Sihtric’s eyes filled with a silent question searched yours.

“Are you sure?” he asked and, encouraged by your nod, carefully wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you in a gentle embrace. You shivered from the sensation of his body pressed against yours, from the gentleness of the touch of his hands, rubbing your back, letting the warmth of Sihtric’s embrace seep into your very bones. Sihtric’s fingers gently brushed your hair, his touch as light as a feather. Enchanted by the serenity of the moment you finally braved to lean into his embrace, allowing your tears flow freely, releasing your pain, letting it find an outlet with the force a damned river seeks its way to the sea.

"Husch," he murmured into your hair, rocking you gently, "I’ve finally found you. I’m here with you, and I’m never letting you go again."

You buried your nose into the crook of Sihtric’s neck, breathing in his scent. After all this time you still remembered it, although it seemed like memories from another life. You remembered his strong arms wrapped around your waist, his infectious laugh, the genuine care in his eyes, his sweet kisses alternating between sweet and gentle, rough and passionate, leaving you yearning for more, his confident touch on your skin and … you shrugged … disgust and shame washing over you as you remembered other rugged hands pinning your wrists with rough force to the cold stone floor of the dungeon …

The movement with which you pushed Sihtric back was instinctive, but so fierce that he staggered and almost fell, bewilderment and pain plainly written on his face. 

“I’m sorry…” you stammered, “Gods, Sihtric! I’m so sorry. I can’t…,” you hid your eyes with your palms and stormed out of the doors.

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The fresh evening wind seemed to mock Sihtric, carrying sounds of people chattering, silent footsteps and other noises from the houses surrounding the inn they had been staying in, but not a sound from you. Every corner he turned, every small pathway he glanced down, he hoped he'd find you. But as the minutes turned into hours, despair began to grip him. You had seemingly vanished.

As the completely clear summer sky turned dawn blue, Sihtric was finally ascending the steps to his room. There seemed to be no point to continue looking for you, he had profoundly searched all the possible places within this small town they had chosen for a halt. Just found, he had lost you again and the feeling of complete failure gnawed at him. He pushed the door and entered the dark, unlit room, just to discover your silhouette shrunken in the chair by the window, your knees up, held by your thin, bony arms, your head resting on them. 

You didn’t move as he entered the room, your eyes wandering somewhere out of the window, but it was not possible that you hadn't heard him. Sihtric approached carefully as if closing in to a shy prey, afraid to startle it and to prompt another swift escape. With a gentle grace, Sihtric knelt beside the chair, the desire to touch you, to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you closer pulsing through every cell of his body, but he managed to restrain himself, remembering the reaction his touch had caused.

“I love you, my pretty thief,” he whispered, his eyes scanning your features, waiting for a reaction. “I don’t expect or want anything from you. I just want to be near you, to care for you and to protect you,”  he continued as there was no response from your side.

“I’ll not pretend that I could ever understand or feel what you have gone through these past months. It would be a shameless lie. I can’t. But that doesn’t make me less willing to share your pain,” Sihtric shifted, slowly sinking completely to the ground in front of you and seating himself with his back leaned against the wall. 

“I’m not the same person you met on your way to Bebbanburg anymore,” your words came slowly, your eyes wandering down to find him, “I was a fool, an arrogant, presumptuous fool, thinking my loyalty to Constantin was worth more than your love. I’m broken beyond repair, Sihtric. Broken and tarnished. I don’t deserve your love.”

Sihtric pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. “Believe me one thing - I know what pain and humiliation means. In a different way perhaps, but it haunts me my whole life. I don’t think any less of you now than I thought of you then. Just the opposite. I admire your strength and resilience even more than before. And if only you’d let me, I’ll do everything to make sure you never have to endure the pain again.” 

You both remained like that for a long while - you crouched in the chair by the window and Sihtric on the floor by your feet. The rising sun filled the room with a golden light, shimmering and playing on your skin; none of you moved immersed in your own thoughts and fears until the firm knock on the door and Uhtred’s voice brought you back to reality. You had to travel further, as Uhtred feared that his deception being on king's orders might be discovered, leading to a pursuit he wanted to evade. 

After a full day of exhaustive riding, sitting in front of Sihtric on his horse, you finally reached another small town and settled in for the night. You were not sure what had exhausted you more - the ride or the closeness of Sihtric’s body pressed against yours, his hands wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly on the horseback. 

Luckily the room you got had two beds, so you didn’t have to worry about Sihtric sleeping in the armchair or on the floor as he wouldn’t agree to you sleeping alone. You both settled in and Sihtric, exhausted by the sleepless night before, slipped quickly under the blanket and closed his eyes, without even taking off his leather armour. 

“Hey, don’t be stupid. You can’t sleep in your armour. I’ll go fetch some water, so you can take it off, while I’m gone,” you casted a thankful look at Sihtric before closing the door behind you, understanding he had done it out of his concern for you, not willing you to feel pressed or uncomfortable. 

When you returned, you noticed his armour neatly folded on the chair by the table and Sihtric hidden underneath the blanket, eyes closed, although his uneven breath betrayed he was not sleeping.

You turned your back to him, took off your dress and slid under the blanket. You were so tired, that sleep overtook you before your head hit the pillow.  

It was still early in the night, judging by the moon, when you shot up in your bed, breath coming in ragged gasps and forehead covered with sweat, taunted by a nightmare. The room was shrouded in darkness, the only illumination coming from the silver beams of the moon filtering through the gap in the curtains. 

You quickly cast a hidden glance over at Sihtric, peacefully breathing in his sleep, his chest rhythmically heaving under the blanket.

The moonlight played upon his face, accentuating the sharp lines of his cheekbones and jaw. The light caught in the soft curls of his hair, lending him an ethereal glow. His eyelashes cast long shadows on his cheeks, fluttering slightly in his sleep, his lips slightly parted.

There was an undeniable serenity to his expression. The worries and lines that marred his face during the day were absent, replaced by a calmness and in this moonlit moment, he looked younger and more innocent. 

You placed your legs down over the edge of the bed and stood up. You knew there was no way you could fall asleep again, not after the taunting pictures that visited you in your dreams. All your ride, pressed against Sihtric’s chest, his arms steadying you to prevent you from slipping down from the horse, you had been thinking over what he had said to you last night. You had been stupid enough to reject his love once, but he hadn’t given up. He had searched for you, found you and liberated you. 

You approached Sihtric’s bed and leaned over, tracing your fingers lightly over his brow, pushing back a stray lock of hair. The touch grounded you, pulling you away from the remnants of your nightmare and bringing you back to the present. His warmth, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the soft sounds of his sleep, so peaceful and comforting, strangely conveyed a feeling of safety.

You remained for a moment seated on the edge of the bed, just marvelling at the sight of the sleeping man before you, before lifting the blanket and slipping beneath it, wrapping your arm around his waist and laying your head on his chest. You closed your eyes and froze listening to Sihtric’s steady, lullabying heartbeat, the comforting rhythm anchoring you, letting your fingers slowly walk in gentle small steps over his stomach. 

Sihtric opened his eyes, turning to you, and stared in bewilderment. You saw the unspoken question in his gaze and smiled in return, nestling yourself closer to him.

“I want to forget,” a whisper departed your lips, “Will you help me?” 

Sihtric’s arms instinctively wrapped around your naked body and embraced you with such a force that you almost forgot how to breathe for a moment. 

You liberated your hand and let your fingers tangle in his long curly hair for a moment, sliding your index finger over his forehead to his nose and down to his lips, your faces just centimeters apart.

“Please, make me forget!” you pleaded, leaning in and pressing your lips to Sihtrics. The kiss was soft, tentative at first, a mere brush of lips. Sihtric responded to it, hesitantly, barely touching yours, as if afraid of scaring you off again, but as seconds stretched on and you hadn’t pushed him away yet, he braved to allow it to deepen, becoming more passionate and filled with yearning, his large, warm hand cupping your face.

When you finally broke apart, Sihtric looked utterly taken aback, surprise evident in his wide eyes. But that surprise was quickly overshadowed by a different emotion, one that set his gaze aflame. He pulled you closer, his fingers tangling in your hair, and captured your lips once again. This time, there was an urgency, a desperation in his kiss, as if making up for lost time. Your tongues danced against each other, twisting and whirling around one another, lips brushed swollen and red from the intensity of the passionate touch. 

You knew they were going to come, the flashing memories of pain mixed with flares of anger, helplessness and shame, the burst of torn pictures your mind couldn’t stop conjuring, piercing through your consciousness like a glowing metal rod, but this time you were ready for them. You melted into Sihtric’s kiss, letting yourself fly, immersing in the soft touch of his hands, caressing your back and your hair, absorbing the tenderness of his movements and storing all this in your mind, wrapping it around you as a protective layer. And when the dark memories came, instead of pushing Sihtric away you clung even harder to him, digging your nails in his bare flesh and pulling him closer.

You pulled apart, gasping for breath, hearts pounding. Sihtric’s fingers gently trailed the contours of your face, his thumb lightly pecking your lips, as he lifted up your chin.

“Are you …” Sihtric wanted to speak, but you interrupted him by placing your finger on his lips.

“Sssch, yes, I’m sure,” you whispered, revelling in the soft and caring look in his eyes.

“You don’t…” Sihtric tried to object, but you silenced him with your lips.

Sihtric’s big, rough hand stroked your back, trailing down to your bottom and up again. Carefully and smoothly he rolled you on your back with the tender pressure of his whole body, supporting him on his elbow. His eyes drunk in the sight of you, your hair strayed over his pillow, eyes half closed, lips parted and smiling. 

“You are so beautiful, so breathtakingly beautiful,” Sihtric’s words came with a heavy sight as he leaned in touching your jaw with his lips, fingers trailing over your skin down to your breasts.

“I don’t want to rush you. I can wait for you as long as it takes,” his lips brushed against your ear, breathing in his words. 

In response your hand went down to his hips, teasingly trailing over his already fully hard cock, wrapping your fingers around it and stroking it slowly. A heavy moan escaped Sihtric’s parted lips as he buried his nose in the crook of your neck.

“I know,” you finally answered, your hand still wrapped around his length, stroking him, your fingers teasingly caressing the tip, enjoying Sihtric’s breath on your neck getting more ragged with each movement, his hushed moans echoing in your ears. “That’s exactly why I want this… No, I need it… I need to feel that it is my decision and my choice. I want you, Sihtric.”

“I’m all yours, use me,” he breathed in your mouth, capturing your lips with his. You moaned into his kiss, feeling his hand carefully touching your breast, massaging it and slightly squeezing your nipple between his thumb and index finger. His lips found their way down to your other nipple, closing carefully around it, suckling and teasing it with his tongue and teeth. 

Sihtric was so gentle, as if you were made of glass. His hands and lips were everywhere, stroking, caressing, fondling, no – worshiping every inch of your body, kissing his way down to your inner thigh. You let yourself dissipate in his hesitant touch, as he pushed your legs apart to grant him better access to your core, his eyes searching yours in a silent plea for a permission, before his tongue swiped through your folds, making you gasp loudly. It was not you surrendering to him, but him begging you to allow to devour you. And you melted under his touch, eager to submit, to please, to beg for him in return. 

Your moans were getting louder as you felt yourself falling apart with each lap of Sihtric’s tongue against your perl, moving ever firmer and faster, your hands gripping the bed sheets with full force and aching your back against the mattress. And as you felt yourself falling into oblivion, ecstasy washing over you, your hips frantically bucking against his tongue, the muffled groan of satisfaction rolling over Sihtric’s lips, made you scream his name in pleasure, forgetting everything.

The satisfied grin on Sihtric’s face as he kissed his way back to your lips made you giggle. You couldn’t remember the last time you had laughed, but now you did. Sihtric looked at you amazed, a hint of bewilderment even resentment in his gaze. Were you making fun of him?

“I love you!” you tittered, but then your face grew serious. “I’ve always loved you! Even when I told you to leave without me in Bebbanburg, I did love you. I hope you know that.”

“I hoped you did,” Sihtric smiled at you, sitting back between your legs, “Why else would you risk your life saving me?” 

His eyes scanned your body, as if enchanted by the tantalising sight before him. “Will you have me?” he asked, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. You shrugged, sensing fear building up somewhere in the back of your mind. But you knew you could say no, and this knowledge, settling slowly in your mind, along with the genuine care, even worry mixed with sweet longing in Sihtric’s eyes allowed you to overcome all your doubts. You reached out for him, your hands trailing down his muscular chest and stomach, taking hold of his hard cock, dragging the tip of him through your folds and placing it at your entrance.

“It’s my choice and I choose you,” you breathed in anticipation.

Sihtric pushed forward, slowly, hesitantly, his eyes not leaving yours, watching carefully. You gasped, feeling his length stretching and filling you, expecting for more, but instead Sihtric stopped, his gaze scanning you. 

“Don’t,” you moaned, your walls clenching. “Don’t stop!” you whined, wrapping your legs around his waist, digging your nails in his hips and pulling him closer. 

Sihtric moaned heavily as he finally sheathed fully inside of you, remaining still for a long moment, savouring the feeling of your walls taking him in and clenching around him. Too long. You wanted more. 

“Sihtric, I need you! All of you!” you whispered, trying to take the control away from him as you bucked your hips against his.

Sihtric pulled out slowly, before pushing forward again and then again, his movements so slow and gentle, driven by the only desire - to please you, to satisfy you and make you forget everything apart from his unending love for you. He kept watching your face carefully, but seeing your delightful expression, your eyes half lid, your head snapped back and hearing the mewls of pleasure departing your lips, it was harder and harder for him to control himself. 

“Gods, you can’t even imagine what you are doing to me,” Sihtric groaned, “I’ve been dreaming of this every night since the very moment I left through that damned Sea gate. I love you, pretty widow… I love you, my cunning thief… I still don’t know your name, but I love you, like I’ve never loved anyone before,” Sihtric breathed heavily in your ear. His lips found your neck, kissing, sucking and bruising your soft skin with his teeth, his breath panting and his moans growing stronger and heavier with each thrust. 

You moaned and whined, digging your nails in his back with the full force of your thin arms, savouring each and every snap of his hips, pushing deeper and deeper into you, drawing you closer to the edge. His movements got faster, his breath itchy, driving you mad with each thrust, as you ached for more. 

“Don’t … don’t hold back,” you hissed, rocking your hips against his and gasping in pleasure as Sihtric finally let go of his self imposed control and started to fuck you frantically, rutting his hips against yours faster and faster. 

And then you were falling, falling into complete oblivion with your heart racing and your eyes darkening, tears rolling down your cheeks. There was nothing else, just you and him, and the overwhelming sensation of happiness, running through your veins. No dark memories, no fear, nothing. Just pure bliss. Your walls were clenching around Sihtric’s cock, your body shaking in the waves of pleasure, his name on your lips like a prayer. 

Sihtric continued to fuck you through your orgasm, savouring your pleasure and each and every spasm of your walls around him. And only feeling your body relaxing, the last shivers fading away slowly, he finally allowed himself to follow you, spilling deep inside you with a loud groan. 

You were both panting, sweaty and out of breath, as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close, burying your face into the crook of his neck, the weight of his body making it hard to breathe. But you didn’t want to let go, you wanted to stay like this forever, feeling him inside you and all over you, breathing him in, dizzy from the overpowering feeling of being alive and loved.

Sihtric carefully shifted to the side, pulling out of you with a heavy sigh.

“Are you OK? Wasn’t it too much for you… I didn’t want to be rough…” his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his embrace, “I love you so much, that it almost hurts. I don’t want to ever let go of you,” he whispered. “Please, tell me that you will never leave me again. Tell me that you are finally mine.“

“I’m yours and I’m staying in this life and beyond. You have no escape from me now,” you smiled and hugged him tightly, nestling against his strong chest and hearing his heartbeat just under your ear.

Part 1,* Part 2, Part 3, Part 4*

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[miharuki]

Creepypasta x reader puppet/Doll as lies of p

My english is not perfect! Sorry

PROLONGO. EP1.

𝕾𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝕮𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖚𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖉-𝔈𝔭.01

The door creaked, and that's when you noticed the hallways of that house. They were dark, with only a few light bulbs shining. In that dim corridor, you walked, holding the blade in your hand as you moved. You reached a pair of stairs leading downwards.

"Keep going! Getting out of this house is our main objective," Ren said as you held onto the railing with your other hand. You could feel the old wood that was used, along with, of course, the layer of dust that had settled on the handrail. Some steps were broken, yet you made it to the bottom, looking at the poorly illuminated chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

Looking around, you didn't know which way to go, standing still. "Let's go right; I think I remember it being the way out," Ren said again, and you agreed, following the path and the lights that illuminated the direction. Entering another corridor, as you turned again, you saw the door with its faint light from outside through the old glass."The exit…"

You walked up to the door and tried to open it gently, but it seemed futile. So, you applied a bit of force, finally swinging it open. Your body bathed in the moonlight, revealing the vast darkness of the paths ahead. Thanks to the antique lantern you had, you didn't worry too much about the darkness. You held the sword and closed the door behind you, plunging everything into darkness, except for Ren and you, as the lights inside the house were extinguished.

"Head north! Or, in other words… just keep going! We still need to get off the property!" Ren said as he walked, using the blade to cut through some tall grass obstructing your way. You ran your fingers along the iron bars of the gate, observing the broken and imposing gates of the estate.

You found yourself in a vast, dark forest. The path ahead was worn, and looking back, you could see the house where you woke up. A gentle breeze brushed against you. "Ready?" You turned again to face the forest, gripping the sheath of the blade. "You can go ahead! I'll guide you through the forest! People are waiting!" With that, you finally moved forward.

Your shoes made noises as you walked, passing by some abandoned houses before finding yourself back in the forest. The darkness of the woods loomed, but with Ren by your side, you illuminated your path.

"Turn to your right! Follow the path up to a hill with its dead trees," Ren commanded. Following the instructions, you approached the hill, passing pieces of processed wood strewn on the ground. You couldn't shake the thought of why you were doing all this, but once again, you were alone. You woke up alone, and Ren only appeared to guide you somewhere. It was like having a guide—revealing their name, warning you of dangers, and now leading you to a mysterious destination.

"Tell me…" You stopped and looked ahead. "Where are we going?" You waited patiently for Ren's response, contemplating whether it was truly worth following a voice emanating from a lantern "We're going home!" The voice replied excitedly, as if it were paradise. "But I woke up in that house, so it should be my home… So why are we going home when I've already left home?" You asked, looking down at the grass illuminated by the lantern.

"Let's say that house used to be your home, but it isn't anymore. So, you have to go to your new home!" Ren explained. You seemed to ponder on the matter before walking again, this time more slowly. "Who is waiting for me?" You asked again, cutting through the tall plants and approaching the hill.

"Your family!" The voice spoke again, leaving a moment of silence. As you climbed the hill, you looked back, seeing your old house where you woke up—old and dark. You continued walking ahead, crossing the hill.

"Who is my family?" The question you asked seemed to envelop everything in silence. The only sounds heard were the trampling and cutting of the plants, and the gears in your arm and body.

With the heavy silence, it becomes apparent that you are no longer on the hill. Instead, there's only thick vegetation and darkness, with the light from your lantern being the only source illuminating your path. You continue to walk straight through the forest, and the darkness persistently follows. It seems like you've been walking in a straight line for hours until Ren breaks the silence.

"Turn to your left." You turn, avoiding a tree in your path, and veer off the trail, now walking amidst tall, dark trees. It goes on for a while, and you refrain from bringing up the topic of family again. However, you can't help but wonder if your family can truly be trusted. Gripping the handle of the blade, you continue walking through the forest.

"Turn to your right," the voice speaks again, and you obey.

For a moment, you wondered if you were still far away. However, as you looked around, you spotted a dead, broken-down, old car nearby. You wondered how long it had been sitting there and, more importantly, what had happened to it.

"Turn right again," the voice says, and once more, you follow the described path. Thinking you're still far away, you fail to notice that you're now looking at a dense cluster of trees. You stop, gazing at the multitude of different and tall trees around you. The space between them is narrow, just enough for people to pass through but still cramped.

"Turn left from the torn tree," the voice guides you. You look between the trees and spot one on the left that seems as if someone had torn it with their bare hands. You touch the marks, feeling the thickness and depth of the tear, before continuing on your way. This time, you look up at the sky, noticing its changing color, as well as the different grass and plants below.

:P

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[flightlessangelwings]

Risk it All for You

Poe Dameron x gn!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count-3.9k

Dialogue prompt- “why are you so invested in keeping me alive? “

Action prompt- [ SHIELD ]: sender uses their own body to shield the receiver from an attack.

Warnings- smut (18+ only!), reader is a spy for the rebels, injury, blood, protectiveness on both ends, soft sex, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, love confession, slight praise kink

Notes- Written for my Year of Protectiveness and doing it a little different this time and having some protective!reader too! It’s a mood too cause I would do anything for Poe! And using an Oscar Isaac character in honor of his birthday month!

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Poe glanced over his shoulder as he made his way down the dimmed streets. Low lights of seedy clubs and the faint glow of the moon above were the only illuminations, but it was enough. He could see his path clearly, but his face was more hidden so he could blend into the crowd. His blaster stayed strapped to his thigh as he remained on high alert. Though Poe had walked this street dozens of times before, he knew better than to let his guard down. 

That was never a luxury he could not afford.

As an extra precaution, Poe landed his ship on the outskirts of town and made his way to his meeting spot on foot. All safeguards had to be taken with this meeting; there was no way neither he nor the person he met with would get caught. So, as exhausting as the trek was, it was worth it to try to stay one step ahead of the First Order.

When he turned down the final corridor and towards an open cargo ship, a shadowy figure met him. Poe’s eyes narrowed as his hand stayed hovered over his blaster, ready for anything. But, when the hood fell as the figure looked up, Poe relaxed a bit at the familiar face.

You wore an all black First Order uniform as you stood in front of your ship. You took just as many precautions as Poe did, if not more. From switching to an unmarked cargo ship to erasing your flight path to maneuvering out of sight of your “superiors,” being a spy was not easy. And it came with a high price.

“Were you followed?” you asked in a hushed tone.

“No,” Poe was sharp, “You?”

Your eyes darted back and forth, “No,” you replied, “This way,” you gestured to the alleyway.

Poe followed as conflicting feelings battled within him. The two of you had been friends for a long time, and you both trained together for the rebellion. He always considered you his best friend, though deeper feelings stayed buried in his heart. When you accepted the spy assignment, Poe took it hard, and every time he saw you in that dark uniform it sent a chill down his spine; he hated seeing you in it.

“What do you have?” Poe asked as he sat down and cleared his head.

“Not much today,” you confessed, “But I think they’re planning something big. And soon,” you reached in your pocket and pulled out a holo message, “Get this to General Leia. It’s the best I could do without getting caught.”

Poe took it and as his hand brushed yours, he felt a wave of heat radiate from where your bodies connected. When he heard you gasp softly, he knew you felt the same and he quickly jerked his hand away and buried the emotions that threatened to bubble to the surface. 

“I’ll get it to her,” Poe snipped before he could stop himself as he cradled his hand to shield himself from you.

“Thanks,” your tone was so soft he barely heard you. You fiddled with your fingers for a few moments as the tension was palpable between you two. When you couldn’t stand it anymore, you burst out, “What is going on with you, Poe? Why are you tiptoeing around me now?”

The words left his mouth before he could think twice, “What’s going on with me?” he scoffed, “Maybe it’s because someone I thought was my friend let a whole battalion of rebels die when they knew about it!”

Your eyes went wide. But at the same time, you knew you would face the consequences of your choice sooner or later. 

The First Order launched a surprise attack on a troop of rebels. And you knew about it. You knew it was going to happen and you said nothing when you met with Poe. It wasn’t because you wanted it to happen, though. You had a choice to make; you could have let the rebellion know that the attack was coming, but in doing so, your cover would have been blown and you would have been discovered as a spy. So, for the sake of the rebellion as a whole, you chose to stay quiet and keep your place intact.

That didn’t mean you didn’t gripple with that decision every single day.

“Poe,” you sighed, “I know you’re hurt by what I did. And I don’t expect you to pity me for it. I let people die,” you suddenly raised your voice as your own emotions boiled over, “I had friends in that unit too, Poe! I condemned them to death and I’ll never see them again. That’s on me.”

Poe stayed quiet at your outburst.

“But I did it for the sake of the rebellion,” you found yourself explaining even though you weren’t sure if he would believe you, “I had a choice to make. And everything I do is for the sake of the rebellion” you wiped away a tear, “Did you think that was easy for me to do? Do you think I don’t see their faces every time I close my eyes? It eats me up every day, Poe!”

He sighed. He knew you were right, and he knew he had no right to blame you for your choice. Truthfully, Poe wasn’t sure if he would have done differently had he been the spy. He knew he was being too harsh on you, and it wasn’t fair. He knew this was war, and war came with losses and unspeakable tragedy. But what could he say now?

Before Poe had the chance to reply, a shuffle from the distance called both your attention. In a flash, you both stood and looked in the direction of the noise where two figures appeared out of the shadows. They both wore First Order uniforms and you instantly knew you were in trouble.

“Shit,” Poe cursed under his breath.

“Hey!” one of them called out to both of you, “Get that rebel.” They had to have recognized your uniform, and that you were conspiring with a man that looked suspicious to them. 

It all happened so fast. The First Order officers pulled out their blasters and shot without a second thought. Poe didn’t even have time to unsheath his own weapon before they fired. You had to think quickly. 

Not even caring about your own wellbeing, you jumped in front of Poe and took the fire meant for him. As you hit the ground, you heard Poe shout your name, followed by several rounds of blaster fire. Pain seared through your entire body as you felt like your core was on fire. The shot hit you right in the gut, and you gasped as you fought to keep yourself awake.

You barely even registered that Poe’s face was suddenly in front of yours, “Hey,” he sounded scared as he cupped your face, “Stay with me, ok,” his voice wavered, “Shit… Hang on, ok.” In your delirium you wouldn’t see the tears in his eyes. 

The last thing you heard was Poe screaming your name before you passed out.

*

You felt the pain before you even opened your eyes. The taste of your own blood filled your mouth and your body felt like it was on fire. A groan escaped your lips as you slowly blinked your eyes open, but what surrounded you confused you. It was your cargo ship, and you were laid out on the cot in the hull.

How did I get here, you wondered to yourself. You tried to push yourself up, but you were too weak, and you let out another groan as your limbs flopped down to your sides.

“Hey, take it easy,” a familiar voice called out from somewhere in the little ship, “Hey,” Poe’s face appeared in your line of sight again, “It’s me.” His eyes looked red and puffy and you saw the tension he held in his shoulders.

“Poe…” you grunted as you tried to sit up again.

“Lay still,” he gently pushed your shoulders down so that you laid on your back, “We’re safe for now. I got us out of the system, but we can’t stay here for long.”

You grumbled something incoherent before you passed out again.

*

When you woke up the second time, you were still in the hull of your ship, yet the atmosphere felt calmer. You had no idea how long you were out, but it couldn’t have been for too long. Carefully, you patted your stomach and felt the wound from the blaster shot. But, it had been closed, cleaned and a bacta patch covered it. 

“Hey,” Poe’s voice knocked you out of your thoughts.

You looked over and saw he sat right next to you, watching over you. The bags under his eyes were apparent, as if he hadn’t slept for days. But perhaps that was just from worry. Had he stayed by your side this whole time? Did Poe stitch up your wound and take care of you?

“Help me up,” you reached for his hand as you slowly pushed yourself up to sit.

“Careful,” he murmured as he took your hand and gently rested the other on your back to help you up, “You took quite a hit,” he told you, “I did the best I could, but I’m more of a flier than a medic,” Poe tried to make a joke.

You blinked as you gazed into his eyes, “You…?”

Poe nodded.

“Why… Why are you so invested in keeping me alive?” you croaked, “I thought you…”

“I wouldn’t,” Poe interrupted before you could say the words that he knew were on the top of your tongue. Even after his emotions got the best of him earlier, Poe could never hate you. “I mean…” he cleared his throat, “I can’t thank you for saving my life if you’re dead now, can I?”

You felt your skin tingle under his gaze. A fresh rush of emotions ran though you as you looked into Poe’s eyes. Maker, how you wished you could kiss him. You’ve thought about kissing Poe for so long, but you kept those feelings to yourself. You knew that he would never see you as more than a friend, and especially after you took the spy assignment, you thought he hated you for the things you had to do. But, the way he looked at you now and the way his hand held yourself so tightly told you a different story.

“Listen,” Poe broke the silence, “I’m sorry… for what I said earlier,” he sighed, “It wasn’t fair of me to blame you for doing your job. And I know it wasn’t easy for you.”

A tear fell from the corner of your eye, “You want to know why I took that assignment?” you paused, “Because it was my chance to prove myself.”

“Prove yourself?” Poe sounded confused, “What do you have to prove? You’re…”

“No one,” you cut him off, “I’m just…” you sighed, “You’re Poe fucking Dameron! You’re the best pilot in the galaxy! And I’m just… me,” you buried your face in your hands, “I’m not special. I’m not exceptional,” you lifted your head as you sniffled and fought back tears, “It was just hard for me to see the handsome, talented Poe Dameron be so sought after. Especially… Nevermind.” You stopped yourself before you said something you might regret and suddenly nerves took over you completely. 

“No,” he nudged your chin, “I want to hear it,” Poe gently made you look into his eyes as he gazed back into yours.

You felt nervous under his gaze, but somehow you also felt safe. So with a deep breath, you continued, “We’ve been friends for a long time, Poe. But I…” you took a shaky breath, “I love you.”

Before you knew what was happening, Poe’s lips crashed into yours in a heated kiss. His hand cupped the side of your face to hold you as he kissed you deeply. You let out a muffled moan in surprise, but quickly leaned into his embrace and reciprocated the kiss. You clung to his shirt as you relished in the taste of Poe. Part of you wondered if this was a dream, but the other part didn't want to wake up if it was. 

When he broke away for air, Poe spoke first, “Now let me tell you something,” his voice was soft as he rested his forehead against yours, “You want to know why I was so hard on you for this assignment?”

You opened your eyes and met his but said nothing. Your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for Poe to continue.

“I was scared,” Poe confessed, “I knew how dangerous this was… And I didn’t want to lose you. And I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you and I wasn’t there to protect you,” he let out a deep breath as a soft smile lit up his face, “Baby, I’ve loved you from the day we met.” 

“You…” a surprised gasp escaped your lips as you processed Poe’s words. As the emotions swirled around your head, you didn’t quite know how to feel, “You must think I’m a hypocrite…” your eyes dropped to the ground, “Since I risked my cover to save you when… I…” 

Poe didn’t give you the chance to finish that thought as he covered your lips with his in another kiss. A soft moan was muffled by his soft yet desperate kiss. Your eyes went wide at first, almost as if you were in disbelief that this was real, but you quickly melted into Poe’s kiss as your eyes fluttered shut as you parted your lips for him.

He took the invitation and deepened the kiss as he gently held you. Careful of your injury, Poe wrapped his arms around you and held you as tight as he could. All his own emotions were spoken in the kiss, as if he used the opportunity to tell you without words how much he cared about you. You clung to him as you surrendered yourself to him, fully trusting your body and your heart in Poe’s hands.

“I don’t think you’re a hypocrite,” Poe murmured as he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours, “If it were me, I would have done the same thing.”

“Poe…” you breathed his name as you swung your leg around and settled yourself in his lap. Maker, Poe was so beautiful up close. You felt yourself getting lost in his eyes, and his lips felt like they called out to you to kiss them again. The stubble on his jaw only accentuated his features and you couldn’t help the thought of what it would feel like against your thighs.

“Baby, listen,” he sighed as he studied your features the same way you did his, “You have no idea how hard it was for me too,” Poe confessed in a soft yet passionate tone, “To know you were risking your life every single day… And I couldn’t do anything to protect you if something happened,” he let out a deep breath as a tear formed in his eye, “Or wondering if our meetings would be the last time I ever see you… And I couldn’t tell you…”

This time, it was your turn to cut him off with a kiss. Your hands ran up into his hair and gripped onto it softly as you immediately poked your tongue past his lips. Poe groaned softly as his hands ran up and down your sides, caressing your body carefully yet purposefully.

Heat suddenly rose in the room as you rocked your hips against his before you even realized your actions fully. But, as your body tingled with your motions, you regained control of your thoughts and moved with newfound determination. And the way Poe groaned against your skin told you his thoughts mirrored your own.

“Are you sure…?” Poe asked as his hands snaked under your shirt, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

You blinked your eyes open and saw the fire that burned behind his eyes, “You won’t hurt me,” your voice was soft yet sure, “I trust you… And I want this, Poe.”

He groaned as you bucked your hips against his with your words and he felt himself harden underneath you, “I do too baby…” lust dripped in his words, “I’ve got you… Just… Say my name again…”

A flash of a smile lit up your face as you cupped his jaw, “Poe…”

Lips crashed together again as a new spark ignited between you. Poe’s hands slipped under your shirt and you only broke away for him to remove it and for you to hastily take his off too. Both of you remained frozen in place for several moments as you admired the other. A soft curse echoed between the two of you and neither of you were sure who it was.

You both chuckled softly before you crashed your lips together again as you rocked your his against his once more. You moaned into Poe’s mouth as you felt him harden underneath you and you couldn’t wait any longer.

“I need you Poe,” you moaned in between kisses. 

“Shit baby,” he breathed as his hands roamed all over your body, still careful to avoid your freshly patched wound. 

Clumsily, you both reached between your bodies as you each tried to fumble with your own pants. You couldn’t help but laugh as you felt like a needy teenager again, and Poe’s own heart reflected your own. This was much more than just a fuck for release though. This was love, not lust, and it was a long time coming for both of you.

You were able to shimmy yourself out of your pants, shifting your weight from side to side to slip off the last piece of clothing. Poe lifted his hips with yours to push his own pants down and free his aching cock from its constraints. His hands never left your body for long though, and the moment his pants were down by his knees, Poe gently grabbed your hips again.

“Fuck baby…” he breathed, “You’re beautiful.”

Lowering yourself back onto his now bare lap, you whimpered when your body touched his cock for the first time, “So are you…” You rocked yourself against his length, savoring the feeling of his warmth between your legs as you clenched your thighs in anticipation.

Poe’s hand ran up your spine until he cupped the back of your head. He used the leverage to pull you forward for another kiss, this one more needy than any of the ones before. Poe was already addicted to kissing you, and he knew it would be difficult for a single day to go by without being able to kiss you. So, he would take as many kisses as he could while he had the time. 

You moaned as your body felt like it was on fire. Not from the wound and the pain, but from the passion that radiated from both your bodies. As you kissed him back, you reached down and wrapped your hand around Poe’s cock and pumped it a few times as you lifted your hips up enough to line yourself up.

“Are you sure, baby?” Poe asked in a husky tone. He wanted this more than anything, but he also didn’t want to hurt you. The urge to keep you safe from anything in the galaxy, even himself, was overwhelming, and Poe never felt like this about anyone before.

“I’m sure,” you replied in a breathy yet sure tone as you lowered yourself enough so that the tip of his cock poked at your entrance.

Both of you gasped as you lowered yourself on Poe’s length and he felt your warmth engulf him inch by inch. You trembled as you fought to move slowly, but Poe wrapped his arms around you and helped you. Feeling safe in his arms, you exhaled deeply as your hips met his and Poe’s cock filled you perfectly. Like it was meant to be.

“Fuck…” a whisper echoed between you.

Slowly, you lifted your hips a bit before lowering back down, causing both of you to groan loudly. Poe used his hands on your hips to guide your body, gently taking the lead as you rode him faster and faster.

“Careful, baby,” he grunted through gritted teeth, “Don’t hurt yourself.”

“I won’t… I know I’m safe with you,” you moaned.

“You always are,” Poe groaned as he kissed you again. It didn’t take long for Poe to feel his climax quickly approach, “Shit… I’m gonna cum… Baby, I need you to cum with me…”

“Poe…” you whimpered as you rode him faster and as hard as you could.

Even in the heat of passions, Poe took extreme care about your wound. You seemed to forget it was there as your own orgasm rapidly approached, but Poe never forgot. You bounced on his cock, guided by his expert hands until wave after wave of your climax crashed through your body and you came with a loud scream. At the same time, Poe’s own orgasm hit and he leaned his forehead against yours as he came with your name on his lips. 

Exhausted, you collapsed forward once your climax was ridden out, but Poe quickly caught you. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close as you nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck. His cock stayed inside you, but neither of you cared to move. The moment was just too perfect to disturb. Poe gently stroked your back comfortingly. 

“You alright?” he asked in a whisper.

“Never been better,” you replied with a smirk against his skin as you peppered kisses wherever you could. 

It was far from what you imagined actually being with Poe would be like, but it was perfect nonetheless. He was just as beautiful, just as caring, just as tender as you pictured him to be. And while the circumstances were less than ideal, at least you were both able to tell the other when you both kept hidden for so long.

But, reality had to come back sooner or later, and as you thought about it, you let out a heavy sigh, “Now what?” you asked in a whisper, “I’m sure my cover is blown now.” 

Truthfully, Poe wasn’t sure where to go from here either. If he had it his way, you would stay with him where he could watch over you and keep you safe. But, this was war, and both of you knew the risks that came with your choices. “Not necessarily.”

“What do you mean?”

“Everyone who saw us is dead,” Poe lifted your head up by your chin so you could look into his eyes, “As far as they know, you were attacked. That’s it,” a heaviness weighed on his heart and in his eyes, “It’s your choice. You can go back with your cover intact, or you can come back to base with me and we’ll figure it out.”

You wanted to go with him so badly. More than anything in the galaxy you wanted to go with him. To stay by Poe’s side, fighting together, where you could watch over each other sounded too perfect. But, you also knew your position as a spy was one that the resistance couldn’t afford to lose.

“Can we just stay here for a while longer?” you pleaded.

Poe cupped the side of your face tenderly as he brushed away a tear that fell, “Of course, baby,” he placed a soft kiss on your lips before he guided your head back down to his shoulder and he held you close, “Of course…” 

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[chrollo-lucilfers-chains]

Chrollo x gn!reader

His s/o gets taken.

Warnings: Kidnapping, stalker behavior, reckless driving, violence, murder (This one's kinda heavy kids, be careful).

Part 2

Oh boy, I sure hope there's no mistakes in this one cause it longggg...

The two of you had met at a formal ball, organised by the city where the troupe was going to steal an entire array of diamonds. He hadn't been planning to socialize that evening until you quite literally ran into him. Before you could fall he'd caught you with an arm to keep you steady, intending to keep his cover and not draw too much attention.

You had stared into each other's eyes for a few minutes until your face erupted into a bright red blush as you started apologizing multiple times and promptly began to ramble about your clumsiness.

After the seventh time he'd told you that yes, he was really fine and that it was okay since nobody got hurt, you excused yourself.

After you had left Chrollo duly noted the lack of your parfume in the corridor. He'd liked the scent from the start, he remembers.

Later that fateful evening of the ball, when a slow song had come on, a hand had been extended towards him, attached to your bashfully smiling form as you asked him if he'd like to dance with you.

Chrollo had found himself agreeing so easily that evening. And when he'd taken your hand and wrapped an arm around your waist to guide you to the dance floor it was out of genuine interest.

That evening, shortly before the troupe members were going to slaughter the balls other participants Chrollo took you to the roof. Without you knowing what was going on downstairs, you and him watched the city below in blissfull conversation.

You had trusted him so easily it was laughable.

And when you'd shivered a bit he'd even lent you his jacket in a facade of gentleman-like behavior.

It had been easy to find you after that night. He'd tracked you down and the next few weeks he would 'accidentally' meet you on your way to work until you asked him for a real date.

And before you knew he'd had you trapped like a butterfly in his spiderweb.

Right now, sitting in the car he wishes he could have you with him so that your calming scent would be wafting in the air.

You have so little free time and yet you always make some for him.

How often has he slipped inside a room when you are alone, locking the door behind him only to trap you in his arms and have his way with you.

He doesn't know how often. He hadn't counted, as it didn't matter.

You were a toy for pure amusement... at first.

Oh, but that perfect reaction of yours whenever he seems sad to you, brooding in a chair while he's actually just thinking about new crimes to commit.

But you don't know that so you climb inside his lap and take his face in your hands to smile softly and kiss his forehead through the bandana.

As if that would take away all of the pain.

It probably would, Chrollo thinks, if there was any pain of his to take.

He chuckles lowly, you give so much and you don't even know.

His personal, little angel. The nickname had slipped out one time when he watched you bake something for him. The light of the kitchen lamp behind you illuminating your form like a halo and he'd said it because that's what you'd looked like. But your surprised face was nice he thought and so he'd kept the nickname.

Immediately after, his face darkens as he imagines you, his angel in the hands of your captors.

How can a person like you, both physically and mentally weak have so much power over him?

Chrollo huffs. He doesn't care how you've done it but somehow you have worked your way into his head.

You've infected him with a hunger and infuriation he's never felt before.

It makes him want you all to himself and now they want to take you from him?

When had you become more than just a puppet to him? You used to be a toy of his, something to play with when he was bored or craved stress relief. He'd always been so busy with taking from you that he hadn't even realized how far he'd fallen.

And then he hears your trembling voice, from minutes ago in his head again, telling him you're scared, he hears your pained scream when the bastard hit you and suddenly he sees red.

It's in that moment that the ideas in his head of what to do with the people who hurt you instantly become more graphic, as he imagines all the ways to make them pay tenfold.

He'll have to make sure you're not there to witness that part, of course. When that happens you'll be secured and taken home already. He'll make sure of it.

Never again will he let you get hurt by anyone else. You're his precious angel after all.

"We'll find her", Pakunoda tells him. It's not said to be reassuring. More like a side comment.

He nods his head.

"Of course we will!", he says, the tone of his voice not betraying any kind of emotion. It's simply a statement of absolute.

The trees outside the window fly by faster as Pakunoda speeds up. No further words are necessary between the two of them. His face says enough for her to know the urgency of this mission.

Your safety is top priority.

"Waahh!", you exclaim as someone shoves you into a chair and you let out a sob.

Tears are streaming down your face.

When the guy had noticed your phone you'd desperately tried to hold on to it, not wanting to be separated from Chrollo. But the man had been much stronger and even hit you, taking the phone and with it your connection to your boyfriend.

After the call with Chrollo had ended you'd tried to run towards the door in a feeble attempt only for another one to catch you and hit you as well.

Not used to physical violence you'd started crying only for them to scream at you to shut up.

After that, your crying had turned into silent sniffles as you tried not to provoke them further.

Your captors had blindfolded you and tied you up before they'd shoved you inside a car trunk and you started moving.

Tired, scared and confused you had been shoved around for at least half an hour until they got you out of the trunk again.

You were almost relieved until a click was heard and something hard poked your back. Was that.. a gun?! Your eyes went wide under the blindfold.

"Move!", a deep voice said and suddenly you were shoved forward. You nearly fell but the guy yanked you back by your hair.

The pain made you let out a surprised sob as you quickly scrambled forwards.

After seemingly endless corners somebody shoved you onto a hard stool.

Now you're alone.

At least that's your guess since the guy had left with a slam of the door and nobody else has made themselves known.

Finally you let your tears fall as you sob into the blindfold. Why is this happening to you? You don't have money or important relatives so what could they possibly want?

You tug at your ties again. If you can just find a way out of here and get to an open street somebody can safe you. But it's no use. The rough rope cuts your hands with every tiny movement but it doesn't budge even an inch.

"Come on... ", you curse quietly. The situation seems helpless.

All on your own you're left with your thoughts.

You don't know how long you've been sitting there... It must have been at least an hour.

Your thoughts drift to Chrollo. Is he searching for you right now?

He'd told you once that him and his friends were 'collectors' and that he had connections in nearly every city. That was also the reason he was home so little.

But you don't mind.

Of course you miss him whenever he goes on his 'business trips' but he more than makes up for it when he shows back up so you don't really question it.

Once he had even introduced you to a beautiful woman called Pakunoda who apparently worked with him. She had told you that her and Chrollo had known each other for years.

You like Pakunoda. She has this aura of strength around her. It's the same one Chrollo has that makes you feel safe whenever you're with him, like nothing could shake him.

You wish he was with you right now, holding you in his strong embrace, kissing you slowly instead of you being tied in an incredibly uncomfortable chair.

Another stray teardrop rolls down your cheek as you imagine his arms wrapping around you like so often and giving you that feeling of complete safety.

Suddenly you hear a loud noise. It sounded very much like a gun and you start trembling. What's going on? Has someone finally found you?

The door is kicked open with a loud sound and someone storms towards you.

Please, you think, let it be someone good.

But you're disappointed as the person roughly yanks off your blindfold and you see the face of one of your captors.

"You bitch! Who is your contact?!", he screams at you.

Your breathing speeds up as the confusion and fear from before wash over you again.

"W- What are you talking about? I told you I had no important relatives", you stumble over your words.

The man roughly grabs your hair and yanks your head back. Then something sharp presses into your neck. It's not enough to cut you but you definitely feel the sharpness of a blade.

"Then why is the fucking phantom troupe here?!", the man snarls at you.

"Who is-?" ,you start but he slaps you so hard your head turns to the left side. You cry out loud.

"Listen here, bitch. Either you tell me who your contact is or I'm going to shove this knife into your neck and see for myself when they find your dead body!"

"But I really don't know!", you cry in terrified hysteria.

You can feel him press down the knife harder as it cuts into your flesh. You trash in your ties as he lifts the knife for a final blow. You close your eyes and scream as it comes down on you.

You wait for the pain and agony to strike you but it never comes. Instead you hear a cough. Slowly you peel open one eye, then the other.

Your eyes blow wide. Crollo is standing infront of you, face filled with disgust as he watches the body of your captor who is now laying on the ground, coughing up blood.

"Chrollo!", you let out a whisper in relief and his eyes flicker over to you.

Shortly you're afraid of the face you see. His eyes are colder than you've ever seen, his brows furrow. But only for a second.

Immediately he moves over to you and pulls you up. Stumbling on your wobbly legs you nearly fall but one of his arms shoots out to catch you against his chest.

Then he presses you against him and you let out a first sob. His arm around your waist holds you steady as the other cradles your head against his shoulder.

Finally you break down in relief as you start sobbing in his arms, which tighten around you in response. All the stress and fear of the last hour catches up to you and makes you cry even harder.

"You're here!"

Suddenly Chrollo's one hand leaves your head in a rapid motion and he turns swiftly, taking you with him. You yelp between sobs, eyes widening.

Chrollo had caught something in midair you realize. He stands up straight again and holds up his hand which is holding the knife from your attacker, who seems to have thrown it in a last motion of rage before his body went slack.

Clicking his tongue, completely unfazed at the sudden attack Chrollo turns the knife in his hands and tugs at your restraints.

For the first time since the phone call he speaks.

"Don't. Move.", he says in a warning voice. You furrow your brows in confusion but comply until suddenly the blade is flat against your arm.

You cry out as panic takes over and try to escape his arms but he traps you flat against him with one and holds your arms away from your back in a way that makes you unable to move. Before you can let out a cry of fear a ripping sound is heard and suddenly your hands are free.

Then you understand that he'd only cut your restraints with the knife and throw your arms around his body in relief. Any more shocks today and you'll probably faint...

Of course he wouldn't hurt you. How could you even have thought that?

"I'm sorry Chrollo! I don't know what I was thinking, it's just-", Chrollo stops your rambling by letting the knife fall to the floor.

It hits the concrete with a loud thump and makes you wince.

Cradling your cheek in his hand Chrollo carefully turns your face upwards to look at him. He studies your face with his cold, grey eyes, seemingly looking for something. You hold the eye contact, not even daring to blink.

The color of his eyes always reminds you of the stormy sea. Looking at them you get lost in the beauty of it, if you weren't paying attention.

Whatever it was that Chrollo had been looking for must've made him reach some kind of decision because in the next second he leans down to capture your lips with his own.

His arm secures itself around your waist and the hand that held your face moves to the back of your head as he pulls you incredibly closer.

You're surprised for a second but then you melt into his arms. Your hands that are flat against his chest for some sort of stability fist into his clothing to pull him closer to you.

He complies and you wind your arms around his neck to cling to him as his lips take your breath away.

Tears are running down your face as he kisses you breathless and you sink deeper and deeper into his embrace.

After what feels like hours but was really just a few minutes he pulls away. You try to chase his lips with yours but the hand, that had been in your hair now holds you by your neck. Not nearly tight enough to take away the air flow but enough to ground you and come back to earth.

"Later", he tells you softly and you nod, trying to catch your breath.

"Can you walk?", he asks, his eyes holding a silent question wether you're okay.

Your legs still feel like jello after what you've been through so you shake your head.

"I don't think so...", you admit shamefully but he shakes his head.

"That's okay, I've got you now", he says in the soft tone of voice that makes you feel so protected with him. He puts your arms around his neck and bends down, picking you up with ease.

You've always admired his strength and how easily he can carry things that are far too heavy for a normal human. It has come in handy many times since the two of you have been together.

Not to mention that it was just incredibly flattering to be picked up like you weighed no more than a feather sometimes...

Chrollo starts walking towards the door. He completely disregards the man on the floor and leaves the room with you. Cuddling into his neck you inhale his calming scent as he struts down the hallways.

He's here, you're safe, you tell yourself.

You close your eyes as the exhaustion kicks in. Slowly you let yourself drift off in his arms, not caring wherever he carries you. You feel almost like you're floating.

Finally falling asleep after all of the stress your body goes slack in Chrollo's arms who pulls you closer to him, carefully making sure you wouldn't wake up.

Had you been awake maybe you would've seen the countless corpses on the floor. Maybe you would've even been afraid of him and yelled at him to explain.

But you don't see the bodies. You're asleep in his arms. Chrollo had saved you. You're safe.

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[undercover-monsterlover]

Author's Note

I tried to make this appropriately disgusting considering it's a zombie, so there are some gross descriptions, be warned. Also, this is literally my very first try at smut, so give me a little slack lol. Sort of a long intro, sorry, the spice starts at around the eleventh paragraph.

Urbex YouTube videos had finally gotten to you, and you finally decided that it was worth the risk to go check out that abandoned sanitarium a few towns away. You got a cool new outfit comprised of green military pants, a black tank top and old bomber jacket from a thiftstore. If you were gonna do this you might as well dedicate yourself to the aesthetic right?

Which is also partially why you decided to go at night, the other reason being you thought you'd be less likely to be caught at night. Caught by who, you didn't know, you didn't think anybody cared enough about the old place to guard it. You weren't able to find out if anyone even still owned the land, or if it was really abandoned. You knew it was originally used as a tuberculosis "treatment" center forever ago, and had been used by the government for something after that, but you didn't research too far into it. You hoped leaving it a little mysterious would make it even cooler to explore.

The headlights of your car illuminated the face of the old building as you pulled into the driveway, if it could even be called that anymore, it was mostly just a slight gravel path between the trees. You parked in front of the building, took a flashlight from one of the giant pockets in your military pants, and stepped inside, past the dilapidated old doors. The lobby was small, with only a round desk and a few cabinets. A sanitarium didn't really need a welcoming introduction, you supposed, unnecessary given it's purpose.

The cabinets were empty, probably cleared out when the last residents left, so you quickly moved on from the lobby. A hallway to the left thankfully was lined with patient rooms. Each one had walls covered in chipping paint, revealing the grey cement structure, a wire bed frame, and a set of drawers, but little else besides dust and debris. So far, no great mystery to discover, or ghostly apparitions like in the videos.

Not yet disheartened, you moved on to the next hallway. Again, it was lined with only patient rooms, a group bathroom with curtained showers and toilets, and nothing else. Again, you turned the corner. This time, it led to another similar looking hallway, but also, a flight of stairs leading down. A quick shine of the flashlight assures you it was nothing but the same, so you chose the stairs.

At the end of the flight was a door, unlike the wooden ones of the patient rooms. This one was metal, had no window to see inside, but thankfully, was unlocked. You took the handle and pushed, but felt some resistance. Confused, you pushed against it, grunting with the effort, finally gaining a big enough gap to just barely squeeze though. The other side revealed the cause of your difficulties. A large set of drawers, all full to bursting with papers and files. Why would someone push a drawer in front of the door? Seems a little counter-intuitive seeing as it was unlocked anyways...

Emboldened by the first shining ray of intrigue, you walked the cement hallway the door had led into, before it opened up into a larger corridor with more of those large, thick metal doors. The first door you tried was locked, but the second seemed unlocked, though stuck shut due to rust. You thought to try and force it open, but as soon as your fingers found a grip, a groaning, whining sound echoed in our in the corridor.

Startled, you your heart beat quickly and you poked your head outside the door. The sound, you supposed, had come from another, narrower hallway on the opposite side of the corridor. Steeling yourself, and assuming you'd just find a raccoon or cat or something, you entered the dark hallway.

This hallways was lined by cells. Dark, rusty metal bars, lined up one after another, each cell separated by a thing wall of cement. You shined your flashlight ahead, and you heart sunk as you saw a hand curling around one of he bars up ahead. Nobody could possibly still be alive in one of these cells, it had been years since it had been used for anything.

But you got your explanation once you willed your feet to step closer. There, in the cell, one good eye reflecting back the light of the flashlight, was something you could really only describe as a zombie.

Purplish, yellow, waxy skin, hanging loosely on the arms of the monster, the hands almost black with necrosis. The right side of the face looked almost skeletal, the rotting skin stuck so tight to the bone you could almost see the shape of his teeth through his cheek. The still working eye looked almost too small to fill the eye cavity, either it had shriveled as it aged, or the eye socket had lost fatty flesh. The left side of his face however, was bloated, purplish and disgusting, it looked like it would feel spongy to the touch. His eye was swelled up and shut, but you could see something pulsing, squirming underneath it, and your stomach turned as you realized it had to be maggots.

It groaned softly, much quieter than you had heard before. It must have heard you enter, was that first groan to get your attention? You could do nothing but stare at it, holding your flashlight to illuminate it's awful face. It was wearing a light paper like shirt that had essentially fused into it's rotting skin at the shoulders, the paper disintegrating into the puffy skin on one side.

It groaned again, and you took a panicked step back as it's arms slowly stretched out from behind the bars. Its shoulders pressed against the bars as it almost desperately stretched it's arms towards you, making grabbing, groping motions with it's hands. You wondered what it was trying to do, grab you to pull you in and bite you, or was it just attracted to the light of the flashlight? But, as you looked at it, you realized it's one working eye was fixed firmly on your chest. Oh God, could this shambling structure of oozing meat possibly still have urges like that?

It's blackened hands were making rather unmistakable motions though. A shiver ran up your spine. This certainly cast everything in a new light. A little bit of you even felt some sympathy for it. This mindless creature has been stuck in the dark with unattainable wants for who knows how long. I mean, what I'd you maybe gave it just a little...satisfaction? I mean, it didn't seem violent and, you did feel bad for it...

You took a step forward, and it made another groaning noise, sounding excited. You took another step closer. It's finger strained towards you. One more step and- god. It spared no formalities, it's hands roughly cupping, then squeezing your breasts. And opened again, and squeezed again, and again, desperately palming your chest over your tank top.

You stood still, half intrigued on a scientific level, half intrigued on a deeper level. It's hands thoughtlessly mashed at your breasts, though the feeling wasn't entirely unpleasant for you. You leaned into its hands to give it a little more tractions. It pulled against your shirt for a moment, but unable to rip it, gave up and went back to just groping.

A shudder ran through you as one of it's fingers ran over your now hard nipple, and you felt blush rise to your cheeks. Well, it had been trying to get your shirt off, you might as well give it what it wants, it's not like it could hurt anything. And really, didn't the poor thing deserve just a little indulgence?

You stepped back to toss your jacket on the ground, and it made a frustrated whining sound, though it lost its tone somewhere in its throat and it came out as a strangled gurgle. But, as you took off your shirt, and unhooked your bra, it resumed its groping motions towards you. Neatly folding your shirt, and placing it on your jacket, you returned to your position.

Once again, it's hands mercilessly grabbed at your breasts, squishing them together, then apart, all with renewed vigor due to feeling your bare skin. One of it's thumbs again unintentionally flicked over your nipple, and the following jolt of arousal was hard to ignore.

It's groping pace increased, and it pressed it's whole body against the bars of it's cell. More and more provoked, it's hips began pressing against the bars. Then they pulled back, and slammed against them, desperately jumping against the bars, as if the little bit of its brain that was still functioning made the conclusion that if it was feeling boobs, obviously sex was coming next.

Your heart rate increased, and through the sensations of the groping, you wondered if it could even still have sex. God. Now you had to find out, didn't you, curious as you were. Almost sighing, you reluctantly stepped closer to the cell, and the zombie excitedly gurgled, now able to run a hand over your shoulder or neck, and weirdly affectionately caress your face before going back to squeezing your tits.

You stepped closer, letting your hand drift down towards it's waist, and unzipping the dirty, threadbare pants it had one. Presented with the bulge against it's underwear, you asked yourself a question. Were you mentally prepared for the reality of seeing a zombies dick? The only answer thrown forward from the back of your mind was a loud, resounding, yes. Hardening yourself, you pulled it's underwear down, and it's hard dick lolled out of it's pants, a rotting purple colour, oozing something you hoped to god was just pre-cum from its tip.

You wondered how it even had any blood flow to get hard, but then again, how was this dead thing even moving at all? Taking a breath, you wrapped your hand around the cold, hard appendage and hoped to god the skin wouldn't just slough off when you pulled. Thankfully, one little stroke proved it was still intact enough.

The same motion also ceases the distracting groping motion on your breasts. Your hand still wrapped around it's dick, you looked at its face, now much closer to yours, but still behind bars. It's mouth was now half open, the brown teeth and bloated purple tongue on full display. Gurgling sounds emenated from it's mouth.

You gave its dick another experimental tug, and it made a sharp, satisfied grunting noise. Another stroke, and it's hands went back to your chest, though a little slower. Just a few minutes ago, you had asked yourself the question am I prepared to see a zombies dick. You now needed to ask yourself a far more intense question. Were you ready, prepared, and willing to put a rotting, oozing dick of a dead creature inside you.

Yes?

Alright then.

Taking a breath, you unzipped your own pants, neatly folded them, placing them on top of your shirt and jacket, quickly followed by your underwear. Goosebumps sprouted up on your bare skin, the cold air of the basement wrapping around you.

You gave the zombie's dick a few more strokes, the twitching tip an unnatural reddish colour, but nonetheless, you turned around. You nearly jumped when you felt the things clammy hands on your ass, playing with it with the same fervour as it had your chest. You waddle backwards a little closer, thankful nobody was here to see this, probably in miles. Its hands settled on your waist.

You backed up more, and when you just barely felt the cold tip against your labia, the monster hands tightened on your waist, and slammed you back onto it's cock with no warning.

You let out a loud gasp, as it immediately set forth on a brutal pace of thrusts. You brought a hand to your mouth to stifle your gasps as your body shook with each impact of it's hips against you ass. It felt more like a toy or object was being shoved inside of you repeatedly thank a dick. It was cold, hard, and long, and the icy feeling let you easily feel each sensation withing you. Still, the novelty of the feeling was arousing none the less. Its pace only increased as it continued, slamming you mercilessly against it's dick and the bars of it's cell. It's hands were right around your waist like a vice, you were sure you'd have bruises on both your ass and you waist tomorrow.

You knew you were getting excited by the way it's cock easily pushed in an out with each thrust, you were getting wet, and the effect was like lube even on the uneven, undead cock. The temperature of it's dick was slowly reaching an equilibrium with your vagina, warmed up by the movement and your body heat. However you were still acutely aware that the member thrusting and pulsing inside you not from something living. The dissonance only made you wetter.

You moved a shaking hand lower, your middle finger finding your clit, and rubbing in slow circles. This added stimulation made your legs shake, but you knew even if your knees gave out the grip of the zombie would keep you upright.

The creature showed no sign of slowing down or finishing yet, so you did your best to brace yourself against the bars, trying to give yourself a little cushion from the cold steel with on hand, the other still swiping over your clit. The creature's pace was more erratic now, still as fast, but with stuttering breaks between each thrust. It was getting close. You knew whatever semen had been marinating inside it for this long had to be far too rotten to be safe to have inside you, but god, you couldn't move now, you could feel yourself getting closer as well. The tight, hot feeling in your core only got better as the monster kept going. Just a little longer, just a little longer, just-

You groaned as you came, your pussy clenching around the dick of the zombie, pulsing with aftershocks. You just barely overcame the post-orgasm haze to realize you needed to get off of it, now. Your hands moved to clutch it's hands, still wrapped around your waist as it pumped, trying to rip them off of you. With a final effort you succeeded, falling forward, but managing to catch yourself with your hands before you face-planted into the floor.

Shaking, you heard the zombie let out a loud groan, as something cold splattered onto your backside. Standing up, your reached a hand behind you to wipe it off. Grabbing your flashlight to shine it at your hand, you saw the cum was yellow, chunky, and thick, as if coagulated. Thank God it hadn't came inside.

Giving yourself a moment to recuperate, you eventually turned to look at the monster again. It was still humping mindlessly between the bars, but at a more leisurely pace, it's dick now soft again. With a satisfied sigh, you began to pull your clothes on again, reminding yourself to get tested for std's, and really every other disease as soon as possible.

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[jovialtorchlight]

The Cursed Halls of Carcosa

By Jonny Bolduc

If you are reading this letter, you want to know about Carcosa? You want to know about the gate? You want to know about the fate of doomed travelers ambling in the dim halls? I can oblige the regaling of the tale. 

There were three of us. George Irish, a strong, competent man of about fifty with grayed hair and a long red beard. Emily Wellspring, a spry, energetic woman who caused a stir in gentle society after she worked for a few nights as the only female ditch digger in London. That did not last long. Now, she roamed around the city, taking whatever work she could find.

What fools we were. Of course, our instructions were clear, with little room for mistakes. Traverse the first few halls of the catacombs, marking the walls with charcoal etchings as we turned.  

Later, as I followed George close enough to breath upon his neck, desperately latching to the dim light of the lantern like a moth to a flame, I cursed the day I signed the contract obligating me to undertake this wretched endeavor.  But in the beginning, it was sold well to me. Let me take you to the start of this descent.  

A week ago, Reginald Garrish, a rotund man dressed in a fine black coat, who claimed to be employed by Howard Black, Esquire treated me to a lavish night of wine and merriment,  and in the stupor of overindulgence, obliged me to scrawl a drunken signature and accept a small pouch of 40 shillings, binding me to the task of diving into the uncharted subterranean catacombs beneath Black’s sprawling estate in search of his missing boy, Barnaby. 

"The only trace we've got," Reginald said halfway through the raucous evening, his voice slipping from the faux haughty accent he so clearly rehearsed and falling into a workyard rasp, "is this little trumpet he used to toot about. Discovered it in the mausoleum, near the stairs that take you down to them crypts."

And so, when we first took the crumbling stone depths down, away from the light of the midmorning, we saw plenty of signs that the boy had been wandering; a half eaten bonbon, wrappers; a half consumed cigar and some spent matches the boy had stolen from some adult. The hall continued straight, long, descending down further and further into the earth, growing colder and dimmer. 

“Just stay close to me,” George uttered earlier in the morning as we donned cloaks and filled our canteens from the well. “We won’t be long in the labyrinth. We are merely scouting.”

George, of course, took the lead of the procession. 

“We must have walked one thousand steps,” George said about an hour into our journey. “How far down do these depths reach?”

A step later, and the dimming light revealed the end to the steps. A carved hallway in the stone, branching off in two directions. On the descent, the sides of the crypt had been bare and smooth; now, at the landing, our lanterns illuminated carved nooks in the walls, on which rested  the desiccated remains of ancient corpses, a body on either side, dusty skeletons resting with arms folded. One skeleton in once ornate, now moth-eaten silks of red, the other clad in yellow. A peaceful rest, it seemed then. 

George stopped to ponder at the split of the catacomb. There was no reason or clear danger at this intersection; we of course knew that this crypt would be full of the dead. But something inside of me screamed at the thought of pausing too long, some internal voice protested, urging me to move, to keep moving, and never to stop. 

I glanced behind. In the few hours I knew her, Emily never really stopped moving; she was animated by some internal engine, constantly bouncing or fidgeting. Now, though, she seemed still, ridgid even. A slight movement caught my peripheral vision; I swung my head around to the corpse in yellow rags. Of course, it hadn’t moved. 

Of course. 

After a moment, George decided to take the corridor on the left. The light was dim, and staring off into the hall, George thought he could see some article of clothing strewn on the ground about twenty feet out. George limped, dragging his foot as if injured, though I knew better. I had known George in passing; a former night-guard upended from his duty by a lingering knee injury who often took unscrupulous jobs or favors. I had also heard pubside murmerings that George faked his  injured knee to avoid his contracted duties. And for the first thousand steps, he had no limp or wavering steps. Now, though, he trembled as he walked, as if his imagined injuries were realized.

And so we walked, and the clump of clothing was revealed to be a shadow cast upon the sides of the catacombs. Rather than preserved bodies, resting upon the carved tables were piles of bones, as if remains had been indiscriminately dumped on the shelves of the catacombs. After a few minutes, George stopped suddenly, and plunged his arms into a bone pile, emerging with a skull. 

I had no real time to protest this, though I would have made it clear that I did not think it wise. Some dread, some superstition was building in my stomach. George emerged with a skull. Taking charcoal from his bag, he marked large “X” on the cranium of the dusty skull, and set it gently down on the cool floor of the catacombs. 

“There,” he grunted, “We’ll be able to find our way back.”

Neither Emily nor I spoke. We kept walking. The light grew dimmer, and dimmer still. 

Over the next hour, George pulled three more skulls, marking them with charcoal. 

Emily, silent, trailed the two of us. I heard a clatter; turning on my heels I saw Emily, sprawled out on the floor. 

“Damn,” she muttered, hoisting herself up. As she regained her standing, we saw the cause of her stumbling; a humerus, knocked from the shelves, strewn across the narrow hall. I noticed that she was not holding her lantern. 

“Oh,” she said, quietly, staring at the catacomb beside her. Somehow, as she fell, the lantern sailed from her hand onto the shelves, and was now covered by loose bone. 

She and myself stared at the lantern. Some voice inside of me begged, pleaded in the whimper of a child not to reach into and graze my hands upon the bone. Emily likewise stood motionless, blue eyes wide. With hands trembling, she reached into the pit of bone and pulled up her lantern. 

“George,” she whispered, “swing the light this way.”

As George did so, the fire cast light upon Emily’s hand, holding the lantern. She let out a high and cutting scream, and I let out a grunt of terror as the light revealed the disgusting truth. 

I was as if Emily had stuck her hand into a fire; her flesh bubbling with pus, red, skin peeled. George came close, and hurriedly wet a rag from his small leather pack, holding it to Emily’s skin as her lantern clanged upon the stone floor.

“It doesn’t hurt,” Emily whispered, frantically, as if enemies were listening in on her words. “Tell me, why doesn’t it hurt?”

“Shock, perhaps,” George muttered as he wrapped her hand. “It’s a bad burn. Something must have happened with the lantern’s fuel.”

“We need to turn around,” I declared. “We need to get her to a doctor.”

As if in reply, a scream, muffled by distance, rang out. The scream of a child. Emily jerked her hand from George, and cradled it, wincing, as if the scream somehow cut her, or at least opened her mind to the pain of her burns. 

“God, it hurts!” she whispered into the darkness. George had already turned around and started to hurriedly amble towards the sound. 

“George!” I said. “She needs a doctor!”

“Was that not the boy?” George said, not turning around. ”Her burn, though grotesque, will be fine. The boy could be in danger.”

We hurried after him, and I realized later, when the terror latched onto us like an engorged tick, that Emily had left her lantern behind.

We walked, in a tight procession, George with his lantern held high to illuminate us all. The dark tunnel had not again diverged into an intersection, but still, three or four times, George pulled a skull from the pile to mark it with charcoal. It seemed as if another hour passed, walking through the long, dark halls.

Eventually, I grew concerned. I heard Emily’s footsteps behind me, and I could sense that she was following close behind, but the young woman who had talked vigorously before the descent,  teeming with adventure and life had uttered only a few fleeting words since descending into this abominable crypt.  

“Emily,” I whispered, half turned to remain close to George, and to also read her face–which was, as I saw,  empty, dreamlike, as if she were sleepwalking. “Do you still feel no pain?”

She nodded, her mouth agape. She cracked a smile. 

“I feel wonderful,” she said, her words slow and slurred. “We plod along the dark path towards the city on stilts.” 

“George,” I whispered, low, teeming with intensity. George had to know that the pain of the burn, in tandem with the oppressive darkness of the crypt, was settling into Emily’s mind. “We've had no sign of the boy for over an hour. We need to turn around.”

George swung around, the lantern light illuminating his pale, narrow face and unkempt beard, lips pressed together, grinding his teeth, eyes sunk back deep into the socket. 

“That which I have seen on this dreaded path set deep into my consciousness,” he started, slowly, as if a furnace kicking on after a season of sleep. “I heard the slicing whispers the dark ahead, speaking in ancient and vulgar tongue about the dread path. I have seen purple shadows with proportions impossible cast upon the dark stone of the crypt wall. I have seen those bones cast upon the stone of the earth and ground to dust.  We cannot turn back. Carcosa calls.” 

My stomach dipped. Handling one person driven to madness would be an impossible task; guiding two panicked souls from darkness to light seemed ruinous. We walked in silence, until George finally stopped. 

“Companions,” George uttered, his dry voice crackling like a fire in the dark. “Do not falter from the light of my lantern, for these corridors seem..” His voice trailed, swallowed by the heavy dark. 

I looked past him. He was right. Previously, the catacombs had been wide enough for two to walk side by side. The hall narrowed, and instead of remains strewn indiscriminately in piles, ancient corpses stood straight up, mounted into chiseled indents in the walls, posed with ceremonial swords and carvings. 

“George,” I whispered, “How much oil is left in the lantern?”

George turned to me, lips stretched, yellowed teeth exposed, locked into a grimace of pain. With one hand, George gripped my shoulders; in surprise, I tried to throw him off. His other hand dropped the lantern, clattering it on the floor; still it remained lit, casting a dim light upon the low stone ceiling of the tomb. The darkness was so oppressive, so consuming, so encompassing that it was if we were mosquitos encased in amber resin. As George pulled me in close, towards the cast light, I felt his impossibly tight grip on my shoulder. He pulled me so that we were practically nose to nose. 

“It is too late for me, Jonathan,” he said. His breath reeked, as if his organs and guts were rotting; a tooth fell from his mouth and clattered on the floor next to the lantern. “For I have seen the rotting well of midnight and I have been drowned. I have seen the last hour of the world played out in the shadows upon these walls; I have seen the yellow robes tattered, rising up from the detritus of our ashen, burned cities. The river will flood the bank, and my bloated body will drift down a river of filth towards dread Carcosa.”

The side of George’s face was illuminated. It was sopping wet, streams of dark, oily liquid running down from the top of his head to his mouth . He cried out, blubbering, spitting up water, like someone was holding his face in a bucket. His clothes dripped onto the floor.    A chunk of his red hair, dripping wet, coated with slime, plopped onto the floor. His skin bloated, inflated with drowning.  A chunk of black, necrotic skin slopped off the arm that gripped me, landing on the floor with a slap. His shirt rapidly decayed, black mold lining the fabric, coated in discharge, clutch still firm on my arm. 

“The river will flood the bank,” George cried, skin falling off in chunks, slapping against the cavern floor like a rainstorm of meat on a tin roof.

I was finally able to break free of his grip. As his skin fell from his legs, he fell face down into a pile of his own skin, and his movement ceased. I grabbed the lantern, and turned to Emily. She stood, swaying.

“Emily!” I shouted. “If you are present, if you can hear me, we must leave this cursed place!”

She did not respond. Gingerly stepping over the remains of George, I decided to see if I could move her arms like a puppet master. I wrapped them around my waist, and started walking, hoping that somewhere in her deepest consciousness she could decide to save herself. And she did. She walked along with me, her hands wrapped tightly around my waist, keeping my step.  

Part of my panicked mind posited that it did not matter what way we chose to leave. Every turn, every step spelled doom. But it seemed as if we may stand a chance if we turned around the way we came. So in that way I walked, only for a few moments, before the lantern flickered and went out. 

Curiously, it was that darkness that saved me. In the darkness, I could see no shadows cast upon the wall. I could not see the rusted gate swinging wide, leading to Carcosa.  I walked, with Emily close behind, through the darkness, staying straight and true. We walked that way for a time, before I stepped on something that crunched beneath my boot like a plate. 

“A charcoal skull,” I muttered. “We are on the right path.”

And so we continued. I hugged the walls, and every so often, I stepped on a skull in the darkness. With each skull, improbable hope rose up from a deep internal well. I thought that Emily and I would perhaps see the end of this cursed maze; and that hope became ecstasy when I realized that the hall had turned to steps. 

“Not longer now, Emily,” I muttered. And climbing the steps in the black was difficult, and slow moving. But we rose, slowly. Eventually, light cast from the opening of the tomb illuminated us, however dim. And as if a cosmic puppet on a string, as soon as I saw that light, I tripped, and fell backwards, onto Emily. 

But I did not feel the flesh of a human body when I fell. No, indeed, madness swells in me as I recall. I felt the crunch of bone. I rolled over, and a scream of fear escaped me. I glimpsed a skeletal face, mummified, clad in a crown of iron, twisted and bent in impossible angles; scrambling backwards, I saw the scalloped yellow robes that I now know belong to the King. Propelling myself backwards, the monster raised a feeble hand up at me.

 Like a spider, I threw myself backwards, kicking away from it, eventually righting myself. I bounded up the steps, not looking behind, and as I threw myself out of the tomb, rolling upon the grass, seeing the sun peak through the gray clouds, I was not relieved. Instead, I thought only about dread Carcosa.

You may see me wandering these dark and dim streets, begging for alms. In my mind, I am still stuck in the tomb, clutched by the King in Yellow, dragged towards dread Carcosa. I never again heard mention of Reginald or Howard Black.

But if you look in my eyes and see ghostly shadows cast upon the iris, friend, know that George and Emily live in me, screaming, thrashing to escape the clutch of the King in Yellow and trying to leave the dread Carcosa, the city on stilts. They were claimed by the tomb. They were dragged through the gate and now are captives in the dreaded city of Carcosa.

And if you are reading this letter, know that I am meandering towards the crypt I emerged from seven years ago. Know that I am going to jump into the black oil and listlessly drift towards Carcosa. Know that I will descend back down into madness. I will become the voice of the King in Yellow. I will unleash his will upon this cursed and hanging earth.

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