#interrupting the very concept of sin

[romanoffsbish]

Roles Reversed

Natasha Romanoff (amab) x GN!R (afab)

Request

A/N: I have never really been interested in the concept of anal for my writing, but the request was sweet enough that I thought I’d give it a go. I did my research, and I hope it worked. This is meant to be soft!top Natasha (being pegged by R’s strap)

Smut: Hand Job / BJ | Anal — Butt Plug -> Strap | A 🤏🏼 of Degradation | Overstimulation |

Natasha had been waiting on you to come home for hours now, she was desperate for you after the interrupted blowjob of this morning.

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What made matters this drastic was how you had sensually kissed her goodbye, hands still fondling with her member while your tongue caressed hers. Then you pulled away with a sad smile, and soft eyes meant to crush her hopes.

"It'll only be a couple hours Natty, I have to handle this stupid paperwork mishap, feel free to relieve yourself, but if you wait I have a surprise that'll be worth your while."

Natasha rolled her eyes playfully, normally she was the one to make the calls, but she saw a glint of sinful delight in your eyes that made her want to see what you had in store. So she spent the entire morning in bed, with a hard on that never fell because she couldn't get her mind off of you. Everything about you enticed her, so she was left to breathe through the pain.

So, it was no shock that when the sound of keys jingling in the door could be heard she was off the mattress and racing right into your arms.

"Kiss me, please." You chuckled lowly, it was very rare for you to get her this desperate. "ls that all you want baby, is for me to kiss you?"

Natasha's face warmed under your intense gaze, you watched as she struggled to speak and you wondered if that's how you looked whenever she topped. If so, then it finally made sense to you why she was always so eager.

Natasha cleared her throat, but it was clearly of no use as she softly stuttered, "N-no, I also want you to fuck me senseless, but a kiss sounded far more romantic."

Then she regained a bit of her senses as she pulled you in by the collar of your shirt, her lips slammed into yours but the confidence as well as the kiss were short lived as she gasped, and you smirked, effectively ending the kiss.

"A-Are you packing detka?" You gripped her by the hips and spun her around, pushing her into the door so you could press her into it further with your body to give a silent answer. Your lips pressed to the nape of her neck while you reached around to stroke her throbbing cock. "Thought I could finally peg you, I mean, how else would I even fuck you senseless baby?"

"Oh hush," she chided, her ass pressed back into you and you bit back an aroused moan at the pressure of the harness pushing into you. "Put your money where you mouth is detka."

Natasha's knees nearly gave out as you began to pump her cock in a way that muddled her mind, and briefly distracted her from the finger you trailed down her spine. Your nail teasingly trailed over the swell of her ass before you raised the hand to guide her face to yours.

Natasha smiled, but it was more like a grimace as the pleasure she felt with your hand alone was unbelievable. "Are you sure Natty?" The redhead nearly came right there, the way you cared for her always made her weak. "Yes."

While you continued to stroke her, pace picking up ever so slightly you'd also leaned in to kiss her rather sloppily. The redhead was panting into you as her climax neared, her body was tense, and mind distracted as you seamlessly used your free hand to reach into your purse to collect a mini shopping bag.

Natasha whined when your hand left her cock, she felt a wave of embarrassment over it, but she was grateful you didn't taunt her. You normally would, in a playful way, but you wanted her to feel nothing short of safe.

While your hands met on her backside you continued to kiss her, when she felt you part her cheeks with a firm hand her entire body tensed. "Relax baby, or it won't feel good."

Natasha nodded, then she pulled away to lean her forehead against the cold wood of the front door to calm her breathing some. You began to kiss over the heated skin of her neck to help. Once you felt her shoulders sag you pulled a bottle from your bag, and layered some lube over her puckered hole, as well as over the cooled metal of the iridescent butt plug.

Natasha gasped when you began to spread the liquid around, what was once cold and foreign, became warmed and welcome by your finger. With the opposite hand to before you were once again stroking her cock, trying to make her body relax further as you experimented.

It wasn't unexpected, but Natasha felt her mind go hazy as you broke that barrier, and just as soon as she regained her grip on reality you pulled out and replaced your finger with the tip of the prepped plug. A grin overtook your face when she pushed back, her body begging you to take the plunge, so you did and watched in awe as her tight hole swallowed it.

Natasha felt the coil in her lower belly snap, she moaned brokenly as she abruptly came. Her load was unending as her body reacted to the pleasurable stretching of her canal. She was overcome by the sensation, her hips rutted into your hand to prolong the feeling as she actually felt as her walls morphed around the intrusion. Your hand kneading her ball sack didn't help to staunch the flow, but it was clearly beneficial.

"I did it Nat," your teasing tone pulled her from the haze slightly, she croaked, "Did what?"

"I finally painted over the chips in the door."

Natasha burst into a fit of laughter, her head fell back against your shoulder as she let the humor of the moment pass over. Then after she'd calmed down some she wordlessly turned around and gently kissed your lips as her hand slipped into yours so she could move the party to your shared bedroom, and away from Liho.

Who'd been longingly staring out the window at the elderly woman across the street...

Once you made it to your bedroom it was a blur of limbs as Natasha hastily pulled your work clothes back off. Her blackened eyes, overcome by lust roamed over your physique hungrily, and her hand fell between your legs to survey the forest green strap. It was thin, and short.

"Detka, how about you finish what you started before you left." The words came off as if she was asking, but you knew better. Natasha was ecstatic when you fell to your knees, and took her already erect again penis into your hands. Cum coated your palms as you gave her a few teasing strokes, she cast you a warning glare, and then your lips wrapped around her tip.

Natasha allowed you a moment to adjust to her size before she took over, she placed a hand on your head, her fingers tightly gripped at your hair to hold you in place so she could fuck your throat until her load shot down it. Her pace was torturous, tears now streamed down your face as she was truly relentless with how deep she would thrust. "God I love your fucking mouth Y/N." You hummed at her praise, then you started to continuously hollow out your cheeks and that's when she finally lost control.

Once she'd come down, noticing your face with dribbles of her seed on your chin she smiled and eagerly pulled you back up onto your shaky legs, and directly into a kiss. Her arms wrapped around your waist, tongue slipping into your mouth so that she could taste herself as she effortlessly guided your body over to the bed.

"I'm ready to ride you detka," Natasha purred against the skin of your neck, her teeth sunk into your skin as desire controlled her wholly. Her hands gently shoved you back, your knees hit the side of the bed-frame causing you to tumble backwards, then look to her confused. "Lean against the headboard for me please."

Natasha grabbed the bottle of lube from your bag, then returned to you with fast hands as she prepped your strap before you could even process a thought. Then next thing you knew she was straddling your thighs, her cock already back to standing at attention.

"Pull it out detka," Natasha instructed as her lips found purchase against your throat. You were cautious as you brought your hands around her body to knead her cheeks in a moment of calm preparation, after a few seconds you parted her cheeks, and she began to kiss and nip at your skin nervously.

Then you felt her kisses become more insistent so you pressed a finger against the flat end of the plug causing it to momentarily press in deeper, Natasha sunk her teeth into your skin as a moan was ripped from her unexpectedly.

All at once you removed the sensationalizing piece of metal, and Natasha moved her lips up to yours in a feverish manner. There'd never been a moment where she lacked that feeling of desperation for you, but this was much more intense then any other time. This was a first for the both of you, and she was wildly turned on by the fact that you'd be the one to stretch her.

As the kiss got even sloppier, her tongue now exploring every inch of your mouth, her hands clumsily fell atop of your shoulders so that she could brace herself for the next step. Her mind was hazy with only speculation for what's to come, her labored breaths told you as much.

"Hold the strap steady for me detka," she hotly panted the soft command into your mouth once she could focus on the deeper, carnal need over the aching throb in her flushed cock.

The redhead took in a deep breath, then on the exaggerated exhale she sunk onto the silicone. "Holy shit," she shrieked, it was only the tip but it was painful nonetheless. You felt the way she tensed, so with your free hand you trailed your finger up her spine slowly, trying to distract her. Then you cupped her right breast while your tongue swirled around the nipple of her left and she sunk further as her head flew back.

Her entire body quivered when she had the entirety of your strap sheathed between the walls of her canal, a flash of something she could only describe as pure need coursed through her as the tip nudged her g-spot.

It was actually so intense she was shocked that only a spurt of cum left the tip of her cock, she was sure she should've busted all over you. It was all she wanted to do, and now that she'd been bottomed out for a few minutes she's felt her body leaning into the pleasure over the pain of the stretch. Which is why she began to rock her hips experimentally, her nails dug into the exposed skin of your shoulder as she felt the urge to move faster, making you groan out in mutual pleasure. It was a sinful echoing.

The pace the redhead set was docile in nature, but as the pit in her stomach began to tighten she felt the urge to pick it up. To give into the carnality of the moment, and chase down what was meant to be the best orgasm of her life.

It wasn't much shock to her that she'd ended up doing most of the work. You were clueless. Natasha smirked at the sight of your dilated pupils, you were incredibly dumbfounded by just how hot she looked riding your strap, it was amusing, but it was also not helping. "Detka." You instantly met her gaze, obedient and desperate to please her as always. "Stroke my cock, go on, be useful and do your part."

When your hand had barely wrapped around her shaft she knew it wouldn't be long at all. Your fingernail barely scraped over one of her thick, throbbing veins and she burst instantly, drenching your abdomen with her seed as she spewed like a damaged park water fountain.

Natasha cried against your shoulder as her high overwhelmed her entirely. The euphoria that she felt was next level, and she knew now that this was not the end of experimenting. It could only get better from here, but for now she needed to stop you from thrusting up.

Fortunately for her you came second's later, hips stilling as your own orgasm ran its course and offered her the oh so necessary reprieve.

"You did good moya lyubov'," she rasped, hand inching up to behind your neck so she could pull you into a deep kiss that broke off fast as your lungs burned with an incessant need for oxygen. "Careful detka," she winced as your hips moved the strap against her sensitive walls, as you had just moved to lean back.

You froze, a frown forming when you realized she was definitely overstimulated. "I'm sorry." Natasha shook her head, a wide grin covering the momentary grimace. "It's okay, I know you would never hurt me detka, don't freak out."

Natasha guided you both slowly onto your sides, your faces now parallel as she worked her way into shimmying off of your strap. It took a few repetitive, deep breaths, mixed with the feel of your soft lips marking up her chest for her to feel comfortable removing herself.

"How do you feel?" Natasha smiled genuinely, her hand reached down to find yours so she could pull it to her lips for a tender kiss. "I have never felt so good in my life, and I'm so happy to have embarked on this journey with you."

"What do you need most right now Natty?" You leaned forward to softly kiss the tip of her nose, resulting in a huff when you skipped her pout. "For you to come back here with those lips."

You released a humored sigh before allowing her to pull you back in for a sweet moment. It was full of soft touches, and calmed hearts. Neither of you felt a need for more, there was a contentment in leaving the carnality behind.

"Shall I run you a bath my love?" Natasha quickly shook her head from side to side. "In a few minutes, for now, please let me hold you."

You easily complied, rolling over, and pressing your ass back into her limp cock, and eliciting no reaction from the hibernating appendage. The redhead wrapped her arm around your waist and held your back flush to her chest. She smiled, feeling nothing but comforted with you in her arms, where you belonged. It was silent until you began to hum a Russian lullaby to further soothe her— she then melted entirely.

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[my-my-my]

For some reason, I cannot get the idea of post muken! dad! Aizen out of my head. Like how would he act around his pregnant s/o? How much would that change him as a person? As well as how he would try to raise his kid(s) with his partner considering his reputation and past. "My dad's a lieutenant!" "My dad works at the Academy!" "Oh yeah? Well my dad's a war criminal." What are your thoughts on this? lolol

🌸 Love your stuff man, keep up the good work! 🌸

Thanks for your comment!! Post-Muken!dad!Aizen what a concept!! (I love the idea).

TW: none!

Aizen around his pregnant s/o is one word: overprotective. He's an immortal man, but his s/o and future child are not! It's not necessarily his physical presence though that would be with you constantly, instead he will make sure they have protective kido and seals on them for anything and everything that will happen.

He would also go with them to appointments (even if the attending shinigami!doctor is freaked out). He's a bit annoying (because he's such a smart-ass) in that, he will know what's going on with your body, its changes, etc., and continuously interrupts the doctor. You have to boot him out of the room unless he stops. Even then, he thinks your doctor is inferior (how annoying).

Aizen would be a calming partner, so he would be in the delivery room with you if you wanted him to be there. Since he's so strong (lol) I don't think he'd bat an eye if you squeezed his hand or screamed bloody murder as you delivered your child. He'd make sure you (and your child) were taken care of immediately - but again, a bit overbearing about it. I can see him pissing off the staff if they "wrapped the baby" too tight, or you weren't attended to quick enough to his liking.

With his child:

Although Aizen is known to be a master manipulator and liar, I can't see him lying about his past to his child. I think he would be honest and even explain that people will look down on them because of his actions in the past.

It would be a great lesson for his child on the concept of "the sins of the father" (even though Soul Society isn't remotely modelled after Abrahamic rules). He knows their child would be a just, kind and polite person - but by having Aizen as a father, people have preconceived ideas of how this child will act. It can be very isolating for the child, I'd imagine. I can see Aizen being understanding, and encouraging his child to befriend those they can. I always imagined that Ichigo would have a soft spot for Aizen and lets Kazui meet him, so I'd like to say an older Kazui would be a big brother figure to Aizen's child.

It would be Kyoraku who makes sure that this child isn't attacked though - as much disdain Kyoraku has for Aizen, he understands that a child is not a clone of their parent. And besides, Kyoraku would joke that the child has all the best features of you nothing of Aizen (lol).

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[miquellaluciscaelum]

A bunch of brainworms about dlc. Speculations, theories, my personal opinion, which I think I will stick to until the release of dlc.

Miquella.

(1) The main plot is that we go after Miquella. It is not yet very clear for what purpose and who sent us there, but judging by the voice at the end, it could be Ranni or Melina, or even Miquella himself. Voice is quite feminine.

(2) Miquella is likely to be our companion, as Melina was, or we will follow some messages from him, maybe meet his followers who will guide us, since the announcement says that we will be "guided by Miquella" and "meet others who follow in miquella footsteps".

(3) I'm not sure if we will have the opportunity to fight with him or not, but the last scene where we see the first shot of him where he's literally SHINING, can be both the ending cutscene of the dlc and the beginning of the bossfight.

(4) It's likely he will look the same with his first concept art appearence, because the hairstyle with braids and his skin, they are very similar.

(5) If this tree in the Shadow realm is the Crucible of life that I explain below in my theory, it is quite possible that Miquella came to this world for obtaining its power or something like that, it is also quite possible that he goes there because he knows that Marika has hidden something in this world, something very important.

(6) Overall, Miquella's trip to these lands seems like a pretty desperate move to me. He literally commits a very terrible sin by "divesting himself of his flesh, his strength, his lineage. Of all thing Golden". It sounds like he finally broke all his connection with the golden order and his family, including his blood connection with MALENIA that sounds crazy, and he also renounces his power, as I understand, magical and which is hidden in his blood. In my head, it looks very similar to what Ranni did, killing her body and moving her soul into a doll. It's just that Miquella killed his body or left it and moved his mind into this hidden world with the help of the power of sleep and dreams. I repeat, it seems to me some kind of desperate last step, perhaps he felt that his transformation was interrupted by Mogh and was no longer possible to complete because of his poisoned body, maybe he felt that his tree had died or something like that.

(7) Most likely, based on the words that Miquella is "awaits the return of his promised Lord", he cannot leave this realm on his own, either because he is captured by someone, maybe Messmer, either because his initial plan failed and he simply does not have enough power to return. So he's waiting for the promised lord. Here we have at least two options:

- This opens for us consort ending, but with Miquella, he will essentially be an alternative for Ranni, because he is also an Empyrean just with other purposes. And can replace Marika as a vessel of the Elden ring like Ranni. This is also supported by rumor that From software wanted to make another extra ending - the Age of Abundance, but either they cut it out at the end, or maybe abandoned the idea.

- I also saw the option that it could be Godwin as promised Lord, to whom Miquella could bring the true death, it can be the reason why he came to this world initially.

World.

(1) We are going into the world of shadows and it seems that this is not Miquella's dream or the Erdtree afterlife or something else, as many assumed earlier, but some kind of hidden realm that is not accessible to ordinary people and may be either under the map, or as some people suggest, either be at the intersection of all towers where we activated great runes, behind a large cloud on the map.

(2) Very important, some kind there once was Marika in this shadow realm, as mentioned in the summary of the game's plot in the announcement: " a place obscured by the Erdtree where the goddess Marika first set foot". Perhaps this world was her home before she became a goddess, or she ruled these lands before they were hidden, apparently during some kind of war: "a land purge in an unsung battle". It was quite possible that it was the war with giants, given some of the symbols hinting at it in Messmer + flame magic.

(3) Looking at the baldachin over the tree and keeping in mind its similarity to Marika's chambers in the capital before Morgott, I think that perhaps Marika herself made these lands forbidden or closed from others with this baldachin barrier, so the theory that Messmer may be an unwanted or forgotten demigod-child of Marika, left in this shadow world, as Marika's dark secret, has some basis. This is also hinted at a special dungeon in Leamgrave, Impaled Catacombs, thanks super lore guys in twitter!

(4) Speaking of the secrets of Marika, the tree at the center of this realm. I have a lot of thoughts about this. It may be wild, but I assume that this could be the Crucible of life or what's left of it. That golden liquid that flows down is the power of the Crucible that goes out into the world. In the Lands between, due to the overwhelming influence of the Erdtree and the Golden order, its power is almost not felt, and can only manifests itself in the birth of Omen children, but in THIS world, the world of shadows, we see signs of the influence of the Crucible: horns, spells and etc in almost all creatures. Thus, Marika could lock the tree in a separate dimension, hoping that it would soon die on its own and its influence would finally dry up, but it is still alive. Or, of course, it can simply be a reflection of the Erdtree in the dark world, if we consider the theory that the world of shadows is a reflection of the real world. I definitely don't think it's Miquella's tree, because it has absolutely no reason to be one.

(5) I also want to note the time in this story, chronology is quite a mess in Elden ring in principle, but according the trailer, a significant place in this shadow world is occupied by some faction associated with Saint Trina, and therefore with Miquella. That suggests that either Miquella came to this world quite a long time ago to be able to organize and build his own order or something like that, either time goes faster there than in the main game, which is quite interesting.

(6) Speaking of factions in this world, there are at least a few: the faction of Saint Trina (we saw a knight who fought with some kind of sleepy magic, although it could be a gravity spell because of lightning🤔) but there were lilies on his armor🤷), we also saw someone very similar to a Carian woman in a room similar to Raya Lucaria, more than that there are architectural elements of the Carian architecture and the architecture of Sellia, which means Kariya faction. Almost forgot, we also can see Moon in one shot.

Perhaps Messmer has his own faction, most likely ruling in this dimension. And also there are some coincidences in how the branch that the elderly man pulls out of his body looks, with the shape of candlesticks that some enemies fight with and the symbol on the black knight in the form of a pointed branch or rune. These all symbols are black and golden. Probably this is some kind of pro-erdtree faction, followers of the Great order and Marika. The color scheme echoes Marika and Maliket at least. From the voice lines we can assume that in this shadow realm there are followers or Erdtree faithful and those who opposite them, perhaps it can be even active conflict in present time and wars in the past.

Messmer.

I see for myself two working variants of his origin:

(1) Marika and Radagon. Since he has a rather distinctive appearance, the theory of butterflies in the game, where the smoldering butterflies actually refer to him, and not to Melina; more than that when he addresses to his mother and talks about Lordship, I don't think anyone other than Marika has the authority to make a man the Elden Lord; and in the scene with him, there is a statue of a woman with a child behind his back, the woman is difficult to see, but by the location of the bracelets on her arm, you can compare her with the statues of Marika in the main game;

(2) Gloam-eyed queen. The portrait of a woman with an elderly man refers to this, the woman in the picture with dark hair, she holds her hand on her stomach as if she is pregnant; Messmer has some similarities with the "children" of Gloam-eyed queen - the apostles; he uses a very strange black and red flame.

(3) The theories that Messmer is some part of Miquella or he himself look strange to me, considering that we have known for a long time from the main game that there was some other child of Marika that we don't know about, we just used to think this was Melina. According to the announcements, although indirectly, we can assume that this shadow world and Messmer existed for a long time, perhaps even before the birth of Miquella and Malenia, probably Messmer was exiled there for blasphemy or something like that.

(4) l also don't think Messmer is Miquella's son or Mogh and Miquella somehow had a child together. I think all the influence of Mogh in this dlc will be directly related to his influence on Miquella. I don't think he's affected the world around him, everything that happens in this world, I think should be the influence of the Crucible of life and Messmer directly, perhaps some other forces, but not Mogh.

I'm sorry all of this is such a mess, like in my head after trailer. I'd be glad to see your comment and theories too, maybe you can challenge some of my theories, it gives them extra development and I could add something later. So thank you for attention.

#shadow of the erdtree #elden ring #elden ring dlc #elden ring miquella #miquella #miquella the unalloyed #lore

[acupofqueercoffee]

“Saint, I’m a sinner”

Gorgon Ambessa Medarda x Blind Reader

cw : ‼️ 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ // dubcon-ish // loss of virginity // breeding // rough to soft // soulmate au

i went unhinged 🥶 got an absolutely marvellous idea for gorgon medarda x blind reader but i’m kickstarting this concept with downright sin 🥲

Ambessa Medarda was taking a luxurious soak in the pond, languidly nursing a chalice of decadent wine, when, to her irritation, the moment of tranquility is rudely interrupted by unwanted visitors.

It was not unheard of for people to venture into her abode. At the same time, she only received visitors once in a blue moon. Some, lost souls gone astray, and others, foolish enough to come for her possessions, but whichever of the two they might be, they were led to the same fate. Doom was bound to befall whoever stood before the gorgon.

Medarda had always been comfortable in her own skin, and being a gorgon did not change that. As a former warlord, it was entertaining to her when people tried to challenge her. Of course, on the other hand, to a warlord like Medarda who had mastered the art of war, very few could come close, not to mention, rise to her calibre. Still, even poor rivals were infinitely better than no rivals. So, she indulged them, because by indulging them, she was indulging herself.

In the shadows, she moved, and from afar, she struck. Tactics and stratagems were usually used to quickly conquer an opponent, but she found herself using them instead to prolong the fight. She was confident in her craft, proud even, and rightfully so. Given her background in addition to her new abilities, as soon as the gorgon made herself seen, everyone would be descending into their inevitable downfall.

Although she had been forced into this new life, she had little trouble with it, but having said that, there was one thing that she found a pity. As a gorgon, Medarda could no longer partake in debauchery. Alcohol was not an issue, having enough to last another millennia. Sex on the other hand, now, that was where the inconvenience stemmed. Her new body had come with interesting modifications, so to speak, but she lacked any real specimens to experiment with them on.

Many fair maidens had come to her lair but none had left. Now, they stood lifeless amongst the many statues decorating her residence. Turning them to stone had not been her intention. In this life, some things were out of her reach, and as someone who used to attain whatever or whoever she desired, it exasperated her, to say the least.

A lover of fighting though she was, the gorgon did not take kindly to having her fun spoiled. So, without stalling time like she usually would, she had made a rather quick work of petrifying the trespasser. One out of the pair because, to her bewilderment, the lass remained standing. You were evidently, peculiarly immune to the gorgon’s presence.

She slithered towards you, and upon closer inspection, discovered that your eyes were a misty grey.

“I should kill you for your husband’s audacity. In fact,-”

“He’s n-”

Oh, how dared you cut her off!

Her jaw flexed, and her command was sharply snarled through gritted teeth.

“Silence!”

“Interrupt me again, and vision will not be your only impairment.” She spoke with a low, languid lilt, smooth at the same time like liquid silver. She circled you, studying you as if a predator would a prey, and in fact, you were, she corrected herself. You were her prey, fidgety on your feet as a cornered animal should.

“As I was saying, you would already have perished if not for your defect. Your flaw is what saved you.“

You shook like a leaf in a hurricane, accompanied by a small squeak when your chin was seized between two cold fingers and a thumb. “Then again, it’s not every day that I get a scrumptious little morsel delivering itself to me.” She made you dance to her demand, turning your head left, right, and finally, directed your eyes the colour of clouds onto her own. “And one who can stare me straight in the eyes no less. How convenient.”

“You have two options, little lass.” Thick unyielding fingers dug into your cheeks. “Give yourself up to me,-” The gorgon’s head full of snakes emitted a cacophony of hisses, small, smooth heads nudging, and tiny little tongues licking all over your face. She revelled in your shuddering breaths, red lips laced with sinister glee. “-or die.”

“Don’t both entail the same fate for me?” Your voice was but a meek murmur. “You will devour me.” It was not so much a question as a prediction.

She found you amusing. A curious creature. “Perhaps. But certainly not in the sense you’re thinking.”

From maintaining an unyielding grip on your jaw, ample fingers slid down, down to your delicate neck where immediately upon arrival, they latched on your soft flesh. A necklace designed just for you. A snug fit.

“Now, decide.“ She squeezed it a little, enough to make you wheeze.

Your fingers had found themselves on her forearm, supplication rather than rebellion. “I- I give myself up to you.”

Crimson lips stretched into a malevolent grin, displaying two evil-looking fangs. Eyes gleamed with a wicked, excited glint.

“Say no more.”

Fingers locking around a dainty wrist, she yanked, pulling you around as if you were a mere marionette for her to manipulate as she saw fit. Then, you were roughly thrown, but the bed that you fell into prevented the unpleasantness that was certain to come with the fall otherwise.

As immediately as her hands had left your wrist, they found themselves on your dainty waist, the soft, delicate flesh yielding beneath callously demanding digits.

“You see little one, even as a human, I’ve always had a healthy appetite for intimacy. It has only increased tenfold once I became a gorgon under the curse of a jealous god. The cause,…” Dragging you towards the end of the bed, she nosed your neck, felt the wild little flutter of your pulse on her lips. “…well, his prized possession of a wife cried my name in bed instead of his. Egotistical as gods are, this wounded his pride. My last dalliance was well over millennia ago, and needless to say, I have so much pent up frustrations that are in desperate need of a release.” She did a playful nibble, fang poking skin, and you gasped, ambrosia to her ears. “And here you are. A timely arrival, I must say.”

As her lips hungrily trailed down your body, goosebumps blossomed in their wake. Her fingers fisted into your garments around your hips, impressive muscles rolling beneath skin the shade of dark chocolate, as the flimsy fabric was reduced to tatters in a wink of an eye.

“Oh little lass, to say I am ridiculously, positively ravenous is an understatement.”

Medarda spoke as she took you in, tiny and lithe, helpless and sprawled naked beneath her, a delectable little morsel offered to her on a diamond platter, all hers to devour.

Her tongue flicked, joined by her fellows as they bombarded your chest with an onslaught of tongues.

In a flurry of movements, she had positioned herself between your delightfully pretty thighs that came nowhere near the size of her arm. Oh you were so, so small compared to her, and the many visual evidences fuelled the gorgon’s already burning desire.

Accompanied by sickening sounds of sinews snapping and flesh parting, a new addition to her body emerged just below her hip. Long, thick, gooey and throbbing, the gorgon was positively aching to be inside you.

“Let me show you just what true vigour really looks like. I bet your twink of a husband did not do a good job at it.”

She rested her cock atop your folds, and the warmth it provided seeped into her. Flowing through her veins, it thawed her frosty heart.

“He’s- ah-”

Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!

It was maddening how your dainty little body writhed, small squeaks and soft whimpers dripping down your pretty, pink lips like syrupy poison.

“-no -wait!”

Millennia. Millennia, that was how long she had waited. Medarda had done enough waiting. More than enough in fact. It was time for her to take, and oh, take, she would.

“You have willingly relinquished yourself to me. And I will do whatever I want with what is rightfully mine.”

Her tail thrashed wildly, excitedly behind her while you did the same beneath her massive stature, albeit pathetically, as her equally massive shaft pushed into your tight little cunt with an untamed desperation.

“It’s not- I- mngh!”

With a savage thrust, she bottomed out in one fell swoop. Immediately, she felt warm all over, like finally soaking in a warm bath after being drenched in a downpour. At the same time, she was not oblivious to the sensation of penetrating something that was not supposed to be there. Considering that there were day and night differences between the two of you, size for one thing, it was a given that you would tear one way or another. And yet, what she felt was entirely unexpected. A sensation both so familiar and unfamiliar, but one that definitely evoked a distant memory.

She was returning from war, another victory, and it was in a town that they had decided to rest for the night where she had seen her. A spark had ignited as soon as their eyes met. Hence, the green-eyed creature wounding up in the warlord’s bed later that night had been no surprise, but her lover for the night had bled on her sheets. After learning that it was her first time, Medarda had been more generous with her than she usually would, pampering the life out of the girl. Being the first to someone surprisingly caused in her an eruption of euphoria akin to conquering a war. Although she had enjoyed it tremendously, it had been her only experience with a maiden, and for millennia, it had remained so.

Until today, it seemed.

“I- I’ve never-” You whimpered, face contorting, and with a soft wavering exhale, continued. “-been with anyone before. And he was certainly not my husband.”

A voice so small coupled with tentative fingers roaming over her chest brought Medarda out of her little trip down memory lane. For a moment, she thought that you were going to punch her, claw her, push her back, anything, futile though they would undeniably be, but she definitely was not expecting you to only rest them there, holding onto her as if she was your salvation.

You were gazing at her, and even though Medarda knew that your eyes were not actually perceiving her, the gorgon felt miraculously seen which, after eons of no real eye contact whatsoever was a welcome sensation.

She watched as tears squeezed out of your eyes, running in thick, fat globules down your cheeks. An emotion so strong and so alien compelled her to console you, a thumb finding itself on your soft skin, gathering the endless leakage of salty droplets with a bone-melting tenderness that she thought had long been lost. And it had indeed. But you, oh beautiful, enigmatic you, who was adorably nuzzling her palm as if she had not been the cause of your suffering, brought these long lost feelings out of her.

“I- It’s not that I don’t want you. I do. It’s all I’ve ever wanted ever since I saw you for the first time.”

Puzzled, she questioned, “You can see?”

“In my mind’s eyes, yes.” And then, you added. “But I see only you, Ambessa.”

How do you know my name? , She wanted to demand.

Before she could get a word out however, dainty digits grasped her finger. Once again, she was distracted by the staggering comparison, thinking in her head that two of your fingers would not even make one of hers, when she suddenly felt something beneath her fingertips.

Letters. No, dots.

“It’s your name in Braille.” You explained sweetly. Plucking her forefinger between your delicate digits, you guided it down the length of your sternum, elucidating, “Am-bes-sa Me-dar-da” , as more dots appeared beneath her fingertip.

“I was born with it engraved on my flesh.”

In silence, she considered this new-found knowledge.

“I, too, have a name on my body.” Her fingers unfurled atop your sternum, resting betwixt your soft breasts. Your heartbeat was a delightful throb beneath her palm.

“It’s yours.”

A deduction rather than a statement.

Then, her hips shifted involuntarily. For a moment, the fact that she was entirely sheathed inside you completely slipped her mind.

The slightest of movements had you gasping sharply, helplessly, brows collapsing, and only then did the gravity of the act truly register. Not only had she acted like a savage, her frustration was only fuelled, she admitted, when she had seen you with that twink of a man. She was rightfully unimpressed by the fact that you, who was so pleasing to the eye, would even be with that…whatever that was.

If she could, she would definitely have you for herself, and she was confident that you, too, would not be immune to her. They never did. So, once she had learnt that she could truly, truly have you, her long frayed restraint had snapped, bottled-up emotions reaching to a boil until they bursted. Having said that, the way she had taken you had not been ideal, especially not at all for your first time.

Perhaps, she should rein in her demanding desires for now. Medarda had waited for almost an eternity. What difference would another day or two make?

“I will pull it out, but it’s still going to hurt, little one.”

“No- I- I want you to take me.” She felt your legs closing around her hip, caging her in. When she gazed down at you, she found your cheeks a pretty peachy pink. “I want you. Please- Just- hah- give me a moment please.” Your pleas were a dangerous thing, and unable to resist any longer, her powerful hips did a playful wicked nudge.

It had a pleasant effect of knocking the breath right out of your lungs, “It’s- mngh!” , those saccharine lips falling open in a soft, little gasp.

Alright, Medarda decided, she could be merciful to you.

She trailed kisses up your body, purposefully licking the bulge that was visible on your belly, and you shuddered beneath her, little frame quavering in her hands. Her snakes thrummed and hummed with exhilaration, practically buzzing with excitement as she was.

Meanwhile, as massive hands held you on your ribcage, her lips gingerly caressed the tenderness of your breasts, teased the soft flesh with her razor-sharp fangs. Your nipples were like ripe, plump, berries ready to be plucked and eaten. She closed her lips around one, sucked it into her mouth, and you jolted, back arching, heals digging into her hips.

Once she had given ample attention to your chest, lavishing it with kisses and bites, nibbling the soft succulent flesh of your breasts that tasted as tender and delicious as their tantalising appearance, she noticed the faintest of movements in your hip. Deep inside, your folds fluttered around her, and the gorgon took it as a sign to start moving herself. Simultaneously, her hand found home on your delicate thigh, ample fingers sinking into silky smoothness, as she split you open with her cock. Your back arched into a delicious curve, chest pressing into her own, and she held you against her, strong arm looped around your back.

Medarda had seen a great many things in her life, from splendid renaissance paintings and sculptures to dazzling diamonds, glittering gold and mountains and mountains of jewels. And yet, this little fallen angel in her arms with her opal white eyes and forbidden fruit for lips put them to shame.

She had tasted many a delicacy, from different local cuisines to other more scandalous tidbits, but none of it compared to the heavenly flavour that lingered on her tongue after she had kissed your lips sanguine.

Likewise, as a warlord, she had won a great many battles, and yet, as absurd as it might sound, touching the parts of your body that no one else had touched, reaching into the depths of your body that no one else had set foot before, was a triumph like no other.

Delicate digits furled and unfurled on her chest while she pushed and pulled, each thrust sharper, harder, deeper, more invasive and more demanding than the last. Enveloped in your silky heat, and ravished by an explosion of sensations, it did not take long for Medarda to erupt inside you, pumping your little body, her sweet little mate, full of her copious essence. She could feel every twitch, every flutter, every throb, every little detail, and it was maddeningly overwhelming. Your bodies were joined in the most profound of ways, but at the same time, it was truly an out-of-body experience.

Even though the gorgon was yet to be satiated, for you were sapped dry of stamina, she had decided to let you rest. Without her even realising, her motive along the way had shifted from using you to her heart’s content to claiming you hers. Now that it had been accomplished, the idea of just lounging in bed did not sound too bad especially now that she had her little fallen angel in her arms.

However, when she saw a mixture of her essence and your blood oozing out of your cunt as she shifted to pull out of you, she did not like it, a snarl pulling her lips taut. Medarda wanted as much of her essence staying in her sweet mate as possible. So, she scooped it all up with the tip of her cock and quickly slipped herself back inside. You whimpered weakly, but almost instinctively, she cooed into your ears, and instantly, you calmed.

Whilst her tail coiled protectively around you, your dainty frame was cradled close to her bosoms. A pleased hum that flied past your lips tumbled like candy down the canals of her ears. When your lovely little face tucked into the nook of her neck and nuzzled her pulse, body melting into her embrace, the gorgon decided right then and there that she was never letting you go.

You were unquestionably, irrevocably hers, evidenced by the branded name lying atop your very heart as well as her potent seeds nestling deep inside your womb.

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Can you write a blurb about your latest earring headcanon? It’s so wholesome😭🥺

Hello! I'm so sorry this took a bit for me to write, I kind of struggled a bit coming up with scenarios, but I hope you enjoy! ☺️

For anyone curious, these are the headcanons.

The boys wouldn't give the matching earring to just anyone. Like they have to be in love with that person, that had to be their mate before they even entertain the idea. Why? Because that's as close to a wedding ring as you may get with these boys. They are allowing you to wear something that directly ties to them, something more than just their jacket or bracelets or anything like that. These earrings are a big thing. You join the group, you get your own earring…but it's different from everyone else's, it has to represent you just like theirs represents them, so to have you walking around with their matching earring on…that's it, end game, you're theirs.

You had been with David for a bit now, and you can still remember when the two of you met that fateful night on the boardwalk. You had been hanging out with your friends, chatting in front of the movie rental store when suddenly the sound of motorcycle engines drowned out your words. You had turned to the noise, rather annoyed about being interrupted, when you spotted him. He was sin in leather and you swear everything else disappeared, especially when those piercing blue eyes met yours. He was easy to fall for, those smooth words and charming smile enough to make even the most prudish of women give into fantasies. And fall you did, and rather hard too, so much so that when he showed you what he really was you didn't even bat an eye. You gave him everything you had to offer, and in return, so did he. Because what he never confessed was as soon as he saw you he knew you were his, you would always be his. He had never felt that before, but as soon as he laid eyes on you the world vanished. He hadn't let on that he was nervous when he told you what he was, he wanted you to accept him on your own, and when you did, he knew even more that you would be with him forever. That was almost a year ago, and the offer to change was still on the table, an offer you had been cautious about. Yes you were beyond in love with him, but the thought of throwing away your humanity still scared you a bit. Tonight had been another night at the boardwalk though, and another night of David dealing with surf Nazis trying to get you, knowing very well who you were with. Tonight though, this one has been rather bold…or rather stupid, in saying.

"I don't see a ring on her finger, must not want her too much" and that was how later that night he became David's dinner. But his words struck a chord with David, you could tell because he was unusually quiet. Even after you returned to the cave, everyone else already forgetting the dumb man's words, but you watched him go to his room before leaving the cave. You were worried to say the least, David was never like this, so you followed him, and found him on the beach smoking. You sat next to him in silence, knowing that he would only talk when he wanted to, so instead you looked up at the full moon overhead.

"I still want you to turn" he finally spoke, a sentence he had told you before.

"And I will,I promise" you told him, which you had promised him before, you were willing to change, you just needed a bit more time of being human.

"I don't have a ring" he started after a moment, causing you to look over at him and finding him already looking at you.

"I never saw the use for one" he paused for a moment, reaching into his pocket, before he pulled out his matching earring. You stared at the metal that glinted in the moonlight with wide eyes. You had asked the boys early on if they only had one earring or if it was simply a choice to wear only one, to which they explained their concept, and what they planned to do with the other earring because of how much it symbolized for them. So to have David offering you his…It was better than any ring.

"Are…Are you really offering me?" You couldn't finish as you looked into his eyes and only saw love.

"I still want you to turn" he spoke again, this time with a smile.

"Because I want you to be mine forever"

"Oh David" you smiled, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss.

"I already am". He leaned in to give you another kiss before leaning back and placing the earring in your ear, watching as the grin stretched even wider on your face. 

Dwayne knew you would be his when he first laid eyes on you. They had all gone to the boardwalk, Laddie included, and enjoyed their night, though at one point Laddie had asked Star if he could go play some more games, the woman agreed and off they went. Dwayne figured he would be safe with Star, and so the boys went on their own way to look for dinner that night…what they hadn't expected was a little later Star and Michael to come over asking if Laddie had come back to them. Star explained that she ran into Michael and they started talking and when she looked down Laddie was gone. Dwayne was upset that Star had let him out of his sight and immediately left to look for the boy. When he found him he was holding the hand of a girl and smiling up at her, holding a big bat plush in his other hand. 

"Dwayne!" Laddie yelled when he spotted the man and immediately ran up to him.

"You left Star" Dwayne spoke, and Laddie hung his head.

"I'm sorry, Star and Michael started kissing and it was gross" he explained and they both heard a soft chuckle behind the boy, Dwayne looked up, meeting the girl's eyes and instantly knowing. It was like everything faded away but her.

"This is Y/N! She won me this" Laddie smiled, holding up the plush. Dwayne looked down at the boy with a soft smile, before returning his gaze to the girl.

"Thank you"

"Oh it's no problem, I just spotted him at the games by himself and, well with the reputation this town has I couldn't just leave him there alone, so I figured I would accompany him until we could find someone" you explained with a smile.

"I have a bunch of nieces and nephews back home that are around his age so I'm used to taking care of little ones" you added, grabbing his interest even more. 

"I'm Dwayne" he spoke, giving you a charming smile, and watching as the light blush dusted your cheeks.

"Y/N…though you already knew that because Laddie told you…sorry that was…"

"It's very nice to meet you" Dwayne spoke up, cutting off your ramblings, no matter how cute they were, he figured he would save you the embarrassment. 

"It's nice to meet you too" you smiled,before a silence fell. And he watched you fiddle with your rings.

"Well I should probably-"

"Do you want to walk around a bit? With Laddie and I?" He asked, not wanting you to walk away just yet, not when he had finally found you.

"Yeah" you answered quickly before catching yourself.

"Yeah I'd love to"

That was almost a year ago, and tonight was very much just as it was then, the two of you walking around the boardwalk, Laddie holding a hand each, and the two of you lightly swinging him, smiling as the young boy laughed. It hadn't taken long for Laddie to adopt you as his mom, he found that motherly comfort in you almost immediately and you would be lying if you said you didn't think of the boy as your son.

"It's getting late" you stated, and watched as Dwayne looked up to the sky, noting that it wouldn't be long until morning.

"You should grab something to eat before it gets any later" you told him, and he nodded before looking at you. He had been so worried when he told you what he was, so worried that you would just turn and run…But you didn't. You just smiled at him, grabbed his hand and told him you were in it for the long haul, you had even agreed to turn one day when you were ready. 

"I can watch Laddie, don't worry" you smiled, bringing the little boy towards you as he smiled up at you, back now against you while your arms draped over him.

"Yeah y/n and I can go on rides until you get back!" He smiled at the man who laughed.

"Not too many, both of you have had way too much cotton candy" he stated, walking closer to you.

"Ugh, yes dad" you sighed,but couldn't stop the smile that peeked through when you looked at Dwayne, a teasing smirk on his lips.

"I'll be back soon" he told you, pressing a kiss to your lips and earning a 

"Ew gross!" From Laddie, the both of you parted with a laugh and you watched him slowly walk off to find the others.

"Let's go on the bumper cars first!" Laddie yelled, already dragging you off. That was at least twenty minutes ago, and you both decided to get something to drink before another ride, what you hadn't expected was a guy to come up behind you in line and start flirting. 

"Come on beautiful, I don't even mind that you have a kid, I wouldn't mind being a dad" the guy smiled, the action making your skin crawl.

"I already have a dad!" Laddie yelled as he started pulling you away, no longer wanting a drink, at least not from there.

"Come on kid don't spoil your mom's fun, we were just talking"

"No you were just leaving me and my son alone" you told him.

"Or what? He must not be a husband, I don't see a ring on your finger, so is he even around or did he just knock you up and take off?" He asked and his question made you see red, but just before you could cuss him out Laddie spoke up again.

"My dad is totally gonna kick your butt!"

"Oh yeah?" The guy taunted with a laugh.

"Yeah" Dwayne's voice rang out behind the man and caused him to quickly spin around, coming face to chest with Dwayne. You watched him slowly look up at a very pissed off Dwayne and could visibly see the man start shaking.

"Look man, all I was saying was I didn't see anything on her that said she was taken" he tried to defend…stupidly.

"She said she wasn't interested, that should have been enough" Dwayne stated.

"Or do you need more?"

"N-No it's enough man, whatever" and with that he bolted, leaving a very pissed off Dwayne, while you and Laddie laughed.

"I thought he was gonna pee his pants," you laughed.

"He was so scared," Laddie giggled.

"I'm glad you two are amused" Dwayne spoke, still upset but having calmed down some.

"Oh come on, his reaction to you was funny"

"He chose right by leaving"

"Yeah otherwise you would have kicked his butt" Laddie smiled, causing Dwayne to smile too.

"Exactly" he said before picking the boy up.

"Come on, let's head back" he stated and began walking to the bikes, Laddie held in one arm and your hand held in his other.

"Such a cute family" you heard an older woman say as you passed, and you couldn't stop the blush, you guessed you three really did look like a family like this…especially when Laddie called you mom and Dwayne dad.

Once you returned to the bikes Dwayne sat Laddie onto Paul's bike, while you climbed into his.

"We'll meet you at the cave" he told the boys who nodded before taking off, but before you could ask questions Dwayne was taking off towards the other part of the beach. The two of you finally slowed to a stop when he was far enough away from everything, and you took his hand as he helped you off of his bike.

"Babe what's wrong?" You asked, you could feel the tension coming from him still.

"This isn't about that guy still right?" You asked again, watching as Dwayne sighed, so it was. What about that guy got him like this?

"Just something he said I guess" he spoke, watching you tilt your head.

"He said you didn't have anything that said you were taken, and that's true"

"Well I would suggest your jacket but I'm not too keen on having to beat up other women every time we walk around so" you joked, getting a smile and chuckle out of him, good, he was relaxing.

"No, but there is something I can give you" he told you as he made his way to you, stopping just as your body's were almost touching. You watched as he lifted his hand and opened it, his matching earring resting in his palm. You had asked the boys early on if they only had one earring or if it was simply a choice to wear only one, to which they explained their concept, and what they planned to do with the other earring because of how much it symbolized for them, so for him to offer it to you made you tear up.

"Wait…really?" You asked, looking up at him through slightly blurry vision, but you could still see the soft smile he gave you.

"Only if you want to"

"Yes! Yes a thousand times yes" you laughed, wiping at the tears while Dwayne gently placed the earring through your pierced ear, before leaning down to capture your lips.

"I love you" he breathed against them

"I love you too" you smiled.

Paul would know right away that you were the one for him. He always believed in true love and always believed he would have this feeling when he found the one he was supposed to be with…And that's what happened when he met you. You had been hanging out in the record shop with your friends when this loud group of guys walked in..well…a group of four with two being loud, one in particular. Though you had to admit that even though he was loud, he was extremely easy on the eyes. Paul on the other hand knew something was different as soon as he stepped into the record shop, it was like there was electricity in the air, and he just knew. Quickly looking around his eyes spotted a group of girls, but his eyes focused on one. Making his way over he quickly made note of the Motley Crue album you were looking at. 

"Beautiful and good taste of music" he smiled, watching as you looked up, the world quickly fading away when your eyes met. 

"Could say the same about you" you winked at him, and he swore he melted.

"I'm Paul" 

"Y/n" you smiled.

"Got any good recommendations?" You asked after a beat, and he couldn't stop the excitement as he began to suggest all his favorite bands. That was almost a year ago and Paul still couldn't believe he was lucky enough to find his one. You had even promised to turn! He still remembered when he told you what he was, he was so scared you would just turn and run, say you never wanted to see him again, the thought had him shaking. But you hadn't, in fact you had tackled him! Going on about how cool it was that he was a vampire and asking if he could turn you when you were ready. He swore he had died and gone to heaven at that moment. So when the night started out as any other he hadn't thought anything could go wrong, the both of you had enjoyed the concert that happened on the boardwalk, a rock band actually having stopped in town, and honestly you and Paul were riding a music high. So when David had told Paul they needed to go feed before it got any later you ushered Paul along, telling him you would be here when he got back, and he swore he wouldn't take long. You were just walking around, enjoying the buzz of the boardwalk when you were stopped by a voice, and upon turning, realized it was one of the members of the band.

"Oh my God hi! You guys were awesome!" You smiled, happy to express your love of their music, after all, it had you and Paul dancing all night.

"Hey thanks gorgeous, you know I saw you in the crowd, wanted to know if a pretty thing like you wanted to come back to the tour bus, maybe party with some rockstars" he flashed you a smirk and you instantly regretted acknowledging this guy.

"Oh! No, I'm waiting on my boyfriend" you told him, hoping that saying boyfriend would give him the hint…it did not.

"Not a very good boyfriend if he left you here alone, if you were mine I wouldn't let a beautiful thing like you out of my sight" he smiled.

"Well that's the cool thing about trust" you told him.

"I'm sure he trusts you, but I wouldn't trust other guys to not just" he started, walking closer.

"Snag you right up" he finished, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer.

"Hey! Let me go asshole!" You yelled, pushing against him.

"Come on baby, lose the wannabe rockstar and come try out a real one"

"Fuck you! Paul is more of a man than you could ever hope to be" you told him, slamming your foot down onto his and making him lose his grip. That paired with him suddenly flying backwards caused you to break free, a new hand on your lower back.

"You ok baby?" Paul asked as he looked down at you, examining you for injuries.

"I'm fine Paulie, thank you" you told him, and his attention instantly turned to the man.

"When a woman says fuck off, she means fuck off" he stated, stepping in front of you.

"I take it you're the boyfriend" the guy laughed before looking around Paul at you.

"Really? Him?"

"Bitch!" You started, going to lunge forward but Paul stepped in front of you again.

"Yes me, now go back to your band" he stated.

"Or what? Come on man, a girl like that, not wearing anything of yours? She can't mean much to you" the man stated rather stupidly, but the statement struck a chord with Paul and suddenly the man was pressed against the wall.

"You have no idea what she means to me, now if you want to keep touring I suggest you leave" he spoke lowly, and unbeknownst to you, flashing his vampiric eyes for only a moment, but enough to make the man get the picture and take off.

"Damn babe, slam me against a wall like that" you laughed, but Paul just grabbed your hand and led you to his bike. The silence put you on edge, Paul was many things, but silent was not one of them. You climbed into the bike and grabbed him just as he took off towards the beach, not stopping until he was far enough away from everyone. 

"Babe, talk to me" you tried once the two of you got off of the bike.

"It just annoyed me, how he thought he could just take you, how he thought you meant nothing to me" 

"Paul babe, he was an idiot, you and I both know what we mean to each other" you told him, but he just shook his head.

"But I want everyone to know what you mean to me" he told you, and you smiled.

"You planning on putting a ring on my finger" you joked, but watched as Paul just stared at you.

"Paul?"

"It's not a ring but" he spoke before slowly lowering onto one knee, your hands instantly covering your mouth.

"Paul, what are you?"

"You're my mate y/n, I wanna be with you forever…if you'll have me?" He asked, opening his hand and showing the matching earring to his. You had asked the boys early on if they only had one earring or if it was simply a choice to wear only one, to which they explained their concept, and what they planned to do with the other earring because of how much it symbolized for them, so to have Paul using it as an engagement ring in a way.

"There is no one else I would want to spend forever with" you told him with such love he swore he could feel it. With a wide grin he got up and gently placed the earring through your pierced ear, giggling when it dangled against your skin.

"I love you" he breathed.

"I love you too Paulie" you smiled, pulling him down for a kiss, watching as he grinned when you broke apart.

"Now, about slamming you against a wall" he smirked.

Marko is flirty but that doesn't mean he believes in love at first sight. He often teases Paul about how Paul swears he will know when he finds his mate, how he will just be able to feel it, yes Marko always thought Paul was stupid for believing in that kind of stuff…Until he met you. There was just something about you that drew him in, something that made him want to always be around you. You had been coming out of the tattoo shop, cling wrap covering the new ink that you were happily sporting, and he swore he had never smelled something as amazing as you. The smell had reached him first, before he turned to look, and once his eyes landed on you it was like there was nothing else, even Paul's voice faded away as he watched you laughing with your friends, a grin spread as you examined your new tattoo. Without thinking he dismounted his bike and was walking over to you.

"So what did we get?" He had asked playfully, looking at your arm that now sported a very stylized bat, it was actually rather impressive.

"Oh! Just…something I drew up" you smiled shyly at him, a faint red tinting your cheeks as he smiled at you.

"A fellow artist, may have to get you to design me something cutie" he grinned, watching as your blush deepened at the nickname and your smile widened.

"Yeah, I could do that" you had told him, and he swore he hated how right Paul had been about love. That was almost a year ago, he had since told you what he was, something he was terrified would be the breaking point between the two of you, but you had taken his face in your hands to examine him closer, before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his fanged mouth, smiling, and telling him that you loved him no matter what…that had been the first time either of you had said those words and he didn't even bother trying to stop himself as he picked you up, grinning up at you before you leaned down and kissed him again. Tonight had started out a typical night at the boardwalk, playing games and going on rides when it suddenly went downhill, all because of a tourist that wouldn't take no for an answer.

"I said no thank you! I'm in a happy relationship!" You told the man, before turning to leave for what felt like the hundredth time.

"It can't be too happy if he is not even here, come on amore mio, let me show you what a relationship should be" he smiled, and the fact that he called you something that Marko normally did made your stomach turn in disgust.

"I said no! Now go away!" You stated, grabbing the plush bat that Marko had won you before he went off to feed with the boys, tighter to your chest while you turned.

"Amore mi-"

"Chiama di nuovo il mio amore e sei morto (call my love again and you're dead)" you heard a very familiar voice speak, and instantly you felt a wave of comfort wash over you, turning, you spotted a very pissed off Marko standing behind the man.

"Chi sei? (Who are you?)" The man asked, and you hated that you were still learning Italian from Marko, wishing you could understand them.

"Lei marito (her husband)" Marko growled.

"Marito? non vedo nessun anello lei dito (husband? I see no ring on her finger)" the man laughed

"Non vedrai niente se continui a parlare con mia moglie (you won't see anything if you keep talking to my wife)" Marko spoke, and the tone told you it was a warning, but you were too struck by the bit that you were able to pick out…Marito meant husband…and Moglie meant wife….Had Marko just called you his wife? You watched the man simply scoff before finally leaving you alone, and you watched Marko eye him as he left, no doubt Marko would be feeding twice that night. 

"Amore mio (my love)" you spoke, turning him to face you, watching the anger begin to melt.

"Thank you" you smiled while leaning in to kiss him, a kiss he happily returned.

"Come on" he told you, and took your hand, leading you to his bike that you happily climbed on. He quickly drove you to the beach, wanting to be with just you for a bit, because he knew there was something he needed to do. 

"Marko, can I ask you something?" You asked while the two of you walked.

"Course babe" 

"Did you call me your wife? That's what Moglie means right? And Marito means husband" you stopped as he stopped a few steps behind you. 

"Are you mad?" He asked

"What? No! No I'm not mad" you smiled.

"Just…surprised" you shrugged with a laugh.

"Why?"

"Well…I mean…I guess…I never thought I'd be lucky enough to meet someone like you, let alone that they might one day think of me…That way" you told him, and it was true, Marko really was the guy of your dreams.

"Babe, can you close your eyes?" He asked, watching as you nodded, slowly closing your eyes. He knew he would do this one day with you, especially when you agreed to turn, that day coming closer every second. Slowly he pulled the earring from his pocket, gently hooking it through your pierced ear and watching as the matching little black skull dangled against your skin.

"It's not a ring but" he stated, and you opened your eyes, you hand reaching up to feel the little skull, and instantly your heart melted. You had asked the boys early on if they only had one earring or if it was simply a choice to wear only one, to which they explained their concept, and what they planned to do with the other earring because of how much it symbolized for them and to now be wearing Marko's matching one.

"It's better than a ring" you smiled, pulling him in for a kiss that he happily returned.

"Sei tutto per me (you're everything to me)" he spoke against your lips, causing you to giggle.

"You haven't taught me that one yet" 

"Just glad you're mine" he smiled.

"Per sempre tua (forever yours)" you smiled before he leaned in to kiss you again.

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Again the Italian is from Google translate so I really do apologize if any of it is wrong. I don't know enough yet to not use Google translate 🥺

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb #tlb 1987 #tlb david #david the lost boys #the lost boys dwayne #dwayne tlb #paul tlb #paul the lost boys #marko the lost boys #marko tlb #tlb headcanons #the lost boys headcanons #asks and answers

[noperopesaredope]

Doki Doki Precure AU Idea

So I’ve had this AU concept in my head for a while, and I’ve decided to just put it out there.

Basically, in “Searching for a Dream” (my fav episode in Doki Doki), just like in the OG episode, Ira will start having small flashbacks after having hit his head. However, these flashbacks are not just of his life as a Selfish, but…other memories. Memories buried so deep that it seems almost impossible to find them.

When Gula yells at him, all the memories come flooding in. But not just the Selfish ones..................we won’t know what else he remembers until the end of the episode though. He appears to fall into despair (kinda like in Smile Precure) for a moment, but quickly refocuses when Gula shoots the laser thing at him. 

Like in the episode, he knocks is away. But then he turns to the Cures (specifically Diamond) and, with a neutral expression (though more like resting bitch face), says “I remember everything now.” Diamond says that she’s glad, since that means he’s made a full recovery. Then Gula jumps and Ira knocks them out of the way, he leaves, yadda, yadda, yadda, that whole part of the episode continues as normal.

But instead of the scene with Ira on the roof thing, we skip to the scene with Rikka and her parents having dinner together. It’s very nice, very wholesome. BUT THEN we have a new scene.

Rikka goes into her room for the night only to find Ira sitting on her bed, looking a bit like the Shinji chair meme, while also having an existential crisis. Rikka is very much shooketh, and confusingly asks “I-Ira?? Why are you...” but he interrupts. “You know, you’re a better doctor than I thought. Turns out I’ve always had amnesia, even before you found me on the beach.”

He looks up at her, tears streaming down his face, and says “But I remember now. I wasn’t always a Selfish.”

“I used to be a human.”

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So yeah, that’s the intro premise to the AU!

Basically, the Selfish weren’t always beings of darkness. They used to be regular people living in Splendorious (I refuse to call it the Trump Kingdom). 

This is how someone turns into a Selfish:

First off, they need to have been exposed to the power of the Mirror Pads in one way or another. Kinda like being exposed to radioactive energy, but it’s actually just good vibes.

They also need to be a relatively selfless person, selfless enough to qualify becoming a Cure (though they don’t need to actually be a Cure, just selfless enough to be qualified).

Then, they must protect someone from a blast of dark energy, sacrificing their own life in the process. But right before that, they must first choose the selfish option, before they change their mind and decide to do the selfless thing.

Right after they die, their body will be taken and consumed by the Darkness.

Their heart will be filled with Darkness, their blood will become infused with Darkness, and their mind will be taken over by the Darkness.

All memories of their past life will be erased, and they will wake up as a Selfish.

They’ll look completely different while also looking the same. They will have light blue hair (just pretend all of them have light blue hair), olive-yellow eyes, unnaturally pale skin (whether or not they were originally pale), and the little black wings behind their ears. They will also be wearing a different outfit.

Their personality will also change. Each of them have a heavenly virtue they represent the most, so the Darkness will take that part of their personality and turn it into its deadly sin.

For example, Human!Ira used to be very calm and patient. As a Selfish, he is instead very anger. Human!Marmo was very generous and giving, now she is very greedy. And Human!Bel...he was a lot of different things, but one of those things was hard-working. Now, he is lazy.

Basically, as a Selfish, you get a bit of a personality swap and become very selfish and mean. However, there are small moments in which their original personalities shine through. It’s incredibly difficult for them to be selfless, but it is less hard for them to be good, at least if they try. And, given the right circumstances, like when Ira had amnesia, they will return to their former personalities (though missing the memories).

If they somehow manage to regain all their memories, they will be in a delicate balance between being good and evil. But if they do a major act of selflessness, then they will overcome the Darkness. Sure, they will always have some selfishness in their heart, everyone does, but it will be balanced.

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Now, I have also made some small plans on the past lives of Ira, Marmo, and Bel, and each will have some sort of connection with one of our Splendorious characters.

Ira was once a humble assistant to the knight of Splendorious, kinda like a page boy or a squire, but without actually getting any lessons and instead just helping people out. This gives him a minor connection to Joe, because though they didn’t know each other that well, they were acquaintances. Ira’s past personality was basically the one he had when he had amnesia. I will not get into his whole story/arc because that would be to complicated and take up most of the post.

Though Ira and Bel have their own very interesting stories, Marmo’s backstory is kinda my favorite. Get this: Marmo............................................was a Cure. I know, right? I’m a genius and should win all the awards.

Marmo gives us some interesting insight into what Makoto’s relationship with other Cures was like before the fall of Splendorious. The two weren’t exactly close, but they did fight together a few times, and Marmo (who I will call Cure Deuce) was actually the last Cure who Makoto saw before she had to go to Earth. Their relationship was like that of a student and a teacher, but the student wasn’t in any of that teacher’s classes, so they didn’t really know each other. But the student still trusts the teacher as an adult. 

They actually get to know each other a lot better during the fall of Splendorious when they teamed up to fight together, and got along pretty well. Still deciding whether or not Makoto was there when Deuce died. I’m pretty sure that’s not gonna be the case, but it would cause extra ~trauma~. Then again, it would be also pretty tragic if Deuce told Makoto that “I’ll be fine fighting on my own for now. You go find the princess” and Makoto left, feeling confident that Deuce would be fine. After getting to Earth, she sadly assumed the Deuce had been turned into a Jikochuu like everyone else, but she had hope that she could see all of them again, and only had a certain amount of guilt. But to find out that Deuce died after she left her behind? And that she was then turned into a Selfish? And that the woman she had been fighting this whole time was actually Deuce all along? That would leave some crazy guilt.

On top of this, Makoto and Marmo would have a very interesting rivalry before the big reveal. So it will be a lot of fun. For me. Not for Makoto. Or Marmo.

Bel is interesting in terms of his relationships to other characters and the role he plays in the grand scheme. He was actually the King’s valet/personal secretary who sometimes acted like a bit of an advisor. This connects him to the Princess reincarnations. Yeah, things get crazy with Bel, and I’m not gonna get into all that insanity right now. In the past, Bel was very hard-working, to the point that he sometimes overworked himself. He was the exact opposite of lazy, and he was a pretty rad dude. He was also loyal to the king and a good support to him who helped him in a lot of ways. He was just generally the perfect man in terms of personality. He gave off DILF energy. I’m not sorry.

So that’s what I have on those guys rn, or at least that’s what I’m willing to type out.

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While the Selfish are basically opposites of their past selves, they did keep some of the traits they had in their past lives.

A primary example of this is fighting style. Ira’s fighting style is the most sloppy and frantic. It’s that of someone who doesn’t really know how to fight, but might have seen others fight, which makes sense given Ira’s background. Marmo’s is eerily similar to that of a Cure, but a very experienced one. Bel’s fighting is probably the most intimidating, because though he was mainly the King’s valet, he also served as a bodyguard. Bel is perfectly capable of dealing fatal blows, which is why the Cures are really lucky that he is too lazy to fight most of the time.

A second, smaller trait the Selfish will carry is certain types of knowledge. They can’t recognize people from their past lives and won’t remember anything about said people, and they definitely won’t remember anything about their past selves, but they do have some certain types of knowledge related to their past expertise. 

For example, Ira still knows how to do some of his assistant duties, Marmo still remembers some things about how Cures worked and the system behind that (if she hears Ace say something about the “rules of the Glitter Force” or whatever they call it in the Japanese version, she will probably say something along the lines of “I’ve never heard that rule before. Usually the handbook talks about protocol and stuff”), and Bel is still really good at his job and has knowledge on how the kingdom worked.

And a final trait they will keep is their mannerisms. Bel sits on the couch the same way he’s always sat, only raises one eyebrow in a look that can only be described as parental disappointment whenever he disapproves of something (a trait he’s had for years), and walks very slowly and deliberately, something that will never change.

Marmo puts her hand(s) under her chin a lot, pucks her lips when she’s upset, and makes a very specific facial expression whenever she rolls her eyes, same as she’s always done.

And Ira still slouches when he leans against a wall (his favorite standing position), still says “yo!” as a way to greet people, still has the same cackle-laugh.

These little things will be used as bits of foreshadowing as they use elements of their knowledge and we see little parts of their past selves shine through.

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That’s all I really have for now. If I ever make more stuff for this AU, I’ll probably put it under the tag “Former Human Selfish AU”. Actually, that will be the name of the au. You can add your own stuff if you want since it’s an au after all. Credit me if you use my au, but also you can use my au. Use my au. That’s a demand.

#precure #pretty cure #precure doki doki #glitter force doki doki #doki doki precure #magical girl #lore #*matpat voice* LOOORRREEE!!! #ira precure #marmo precure #bel precure #selfish trio #mercenare #villains #anime #anime villain #villain origin story #hishikawa rikka #rikka #glitter force #glitter force rachael #tw implied death #magical girl anime #former human selfish au #kensaki makoto

[firewalkzwit]

runt // jonathan crane x reader. (15)

Chapter 15

cross-posted on AO3

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first, a little poem ☺️

Profane words

Out of your pure mouth.

All my sweetness,

Hovers over you.

Light of my life

Fire of my loins

My sin, my soul.

Hesitation was precursor to decisions prone to be regretted after the sunlight began to surface over the Gotham skyscrapers, its red light reflecting on the fragile reflective glazing. Fragile, brittle and bound to shatter. His calloused fingers grazing gently over the silk of her skin, intoxicating her chastity, reminded him of such fragility. The word must be interpreted with care and a tint of subjectivity, as most words that may seem mere verbiage or even to be interpreted literally must be subject to a wide variety of abstract, wild interpretations. Chastity, in a sentence where the prose seems to lead who reads it to presume the protagonists are engaging in intimate and literary candy-coated sex, still must be taken with certain caution. He didn't even bother to ponder over the question of whether she was a virgin or not, frankly who does? Such questions are to be made by teenagers whose individuality is still frail, and who grow to believe possessing someone else's first time puts them in a privileged position. Chastity wouldn't be the adequate word for someone who isn't pure in the eyes of God, but he still felt like merely his lecherous, vulgar touch on her body that, in that moment only seemed to radiate light of innocence, was a corruption of her chastity. Once again, reader; innocence is not to be taken literally. Y/N was not particularly naive, just too good, more human than most.

It was because of this that, unlike what most would expect, it was apprehension on his behalf that occasionally interrupted the even flow of intercourse between the two. He felt sick, like he didn't often. Concerns of morality weren't often what stopped a man like Jonathan Crane from satisfying his urges, even the most evil and unsacred ones. Yet something about the instrumental way her moans vibrated on the edge of his ear, or how her nails dug into his skin without causing any pain beyond the pleasure of her lewd scratching, made him feel like his body against hers was vicious filth grazing untarnished motherhood.

He could tell her head occasionally motioned towards his face, wavering to be so cruel to allow her to kiss him. She was too good and he couldn't do that. Jonathan Crane was very open about his misanthropy. However he felt he'd encountered the embodiment of grace and femininity, which he associated with images of motherhood and selfless devotion to loving. Loving whoever and whatever, but the act of loving in its most pure state is inherently altruistic. He believed selflessness is the most pure act of humanity, a step further in evolution, and often his concept of womanhood embodied this idea. The true Übermensch, to Crane, should be the one that can acheive the selflessness only the mothers in the figments of his imagination could. However, this often collided with his misanthropy, and his encounters with women combined with such high expectations were bound to result in disappointment. He hated most women, but not because they were women, but because they were people. His hate was even greater than his lust, which could only imply that he hated with fervour.

He often even hated her, but not because of the same reasons he hated most people. He hated that he couldn't grasp why or how she'd managed to make herself so mothering in his eyes. No one ever could or should, he felt it provoked him to deflect from pursuing his purpose. Initially, he was being impulsive. He didn't know if he actually wanted to have sex with her, or if he genuinely intended to aid her in the discovery of her dreams. Something in him simply ignited the familiar curiosity, a subtle covet to unveil a lode in her intimacy, her secrecy. It wasn't the first time he felt a need to morbidly shine lights on her every corner, especially when he'd visit her apartment. However he'd never gone as far as to comply to his urges, lowering himself to the standard man. Now that he had cracked, the same erection he'd held in his hands when he had lewd dreams of her now opened her folds and was wrapped around the warmth of her insides.

How or why Y/N had agreed to have sex with Crane got lost in translation. It didn't take an explicitly worded 'yes' from her mouth, or immediate agreement, but rather a tacit understanding. The way her fingers softly tapped the champagne glass, or how her knees would anxiously tap against each other after he'd asked so bluntly. Initially, she'd deflected from the question, avoiding an answer she feared she'd regret, which applied to either options. As they'd continue to talk, she tried to decode the reasons behind his question. There are many reasons why a man could want to have sex with a woman beyond lustful desire, and whoever believes otherwise is guilty of simplism that did not exist in her thought process. Everything branches out into multiple reasons and options, of which she tried to possess as many as she could.

However, the evening reached a point where they both knew the second they got into the car, they'd be driving home to have sex. The whys or hows were questions neither could answer, but something in the silence gave away that they just knew. It mostly happens like that, an implicit understanding, and despite Crane breaking this stereotype by bluntly inviting her to have sex, the rest flowed smoothly like it did most times. At least most of it.

Crane was a weird man, in all aspects, even in bed. She discovered the latter in his strange fretfulness. He was apprehensive, and often wouldn't know what to do with himself. He'd fumble around and his limbs would jitter erratically. This didn't particularly startle her, as she was just as awkward, but he seemed unexperienced and even afraid. Clearly, he didn't fear her, as he'd demonstrated so before, yet as she lingered on the thought as she woke up the next morning feeling the lack of his weight on the opposite side of the bed, Y/N pondered on the idea that perhaps she was hypocritically guilty of being simplistic. Why would she assume that because he didn't compose himself as afraid of her, meant that he actually wasn't? The possibilities were endless, and she rewinded on his refusal to kiss her.

To this she refused to even begin to search for an answer, as she lacked fundamental elements beyond simply sleeping with him to even begin to carry out research. To start drawing conclusions she'd need to know more about his past, his personality, his fears and taboos, finally demonstrating that he did actually experience the dread of repression, too. Even a man like Crane, who seemed to show to the world that he didn't have a care or qualms about anything.

Oh, how do we go on from here...?

#jonathan crane #scarecrow #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader #batman #the batman #batman begins #nolanverse batman #batman x reader #cillian murphy

[silverutahraptor]

Cursed Eyes AU plot bunny

it came from the looong list of plot bunny docs

This is meant to be an inverse of the common trope “Red eyes are Blessed”. It came up in discussing the trope with @denialcity and @firecoloredwater, who have an absolutely stunning fic with that trope, the Blessed Sacrifice AU (which everyone should go read right because the worldbuilding is AMAZING).

Anyway, here’s a snippet from my Cused Eyes AU.

Concept:

They say red eyes are a warning from the gods—a warning of the greatest sin done, or the sin yet to come. After all, the gods would not bestow those red eyes on anyone other than a bloodline thief. An eye thief. Someone cursed to grasp for what can never be theirs. The Uchiha, of course, see it as their sacred duty to remove this evil from the world.

The river changes many things. Too many.

There are good things, too—Niisan has the Sharingan! So early! Even his former friendship with a Senju might be forgiven for that.

But what cannot be forgiven is Senju Butsuma’s youngest remaining son. Eyestealer, the Clan already whispers. Cursed by the gods with the vivid warning about his crime either past or yet to come. Only those who would commit the foulest of crimes are cursed with bearing those red eyes, so that the Uchiha may be warned in time.

No one wants to stain their hands with that blood, afraid it will bring misfortune and the very thing they fear on them, and yet it’s the Uchiha’s sacred duty to kill them. A duty that the Clan Head family has always taken up… but Izuna swallows and looks at his family. Tousan, who seem determined, yet there’s an unfamiliar tightness to his shoulders and the corner of his eyes that makes Izuna think of his two brothers buried in the last year. And Madara… he may not be Senju Hashirama’s friend anymore—it’s for the best—but Izuna knows with sudden, bone-chilling certainty that if he has to kill Hashirama’s last brother, something inside him will break.

“I’ll do it,” Izuna says instead, interrupting a low-voiced discussion between his father and his brother. “Let me do it.”

Madara immediately tries to dissuade from it. Izuna remains stubborn. “It makes more sense for me to do it.”

Their father looks thoughtful. “It might be for the best, Madara,” he eventually says. “Because of the age—Izuna’s and the... cursed one’s—there will be some leeway. He’ll have more time.” Tousan straightens up and puts a hand on Izuna’s shoulder. “Yes. You’ll have more time.”

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And Izuna does have more time—even the most strict of the Elders are loath to send such a young second Clan Heir onto the front lines without enough preparation, it seems. And Izuna is optimistic: he'll train really hard and then he'll kill Butsuma's cursed son and make sure he never can steal any eyes.

Everything will be fine! His Clansmen seem to believe so, too, because Izuna gets to train with a lot of different people and the blacksmiths’ even make a sword just for him! He learns so many new jutsu in a short time! Tobirama will be dead very soon.

#raptor writes #uchiha izuna #izuna uchiha #uchiha madara #uchiha tajima #senju tobirama #tobirama senju #(and yes technically this will eventually be) #tobiizu #my writing #basically izuna goes: he's six how hard can it be? #madara: ... you're. you're ALSO SIX?!??? #writing snippet #sicme #sometimes i close my eyes (and dream i'm somewhere else) #i also have another snippet for this if people are interested #basically this ehre and the other set up the background and then the actual fic would be like. teenage-ish tbiz everyone is unhappy etc.

[bogusboxed]

Boxtober - Day 25: “Dancing Is Better Than, Dying.”

Day 25: -Toby Rogers X GN!Reader “You know I’d do anything.” X “First Dance”

-I do not own “Toby E. Rogers” and do not take credit for him.

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You could feel the anxiety spike up within you as you tread toward Toby’s room. You didn’t want to have a twelve-hour lecture today. You didn’t mean to mess up that mission, but, at the end of the day, you’d still have to atone for your sins. Because it didn't matter what you did, they would find out, and if they found out before, you could tell them. Then, you'd be as good as dead. You sighed, knowing that Toby would be the least severe of the four. Although that was on a good day, if he wasn’t too happy or if he switched up, you’d pray for Tim to bash your head in with his boot. As you approached the wooden door, you could tell he was in there because you could hear him sharpening his axe. You inhaled, counting the seconds until you got your ass beat. You knocked on his door, and the metal scraping came to an abrupt stop.

 "Come in!" you could hear his cheery voice from the other side, beckoning you to come in. 

  But, yet again, he was extremely good at manipulation, so you tried not to trust his coy voice. You exhaled, ready for the ride as you pushed the door open. His room was filthy but not as bad as it had been in the past. He sat on his unmade bed with one of his axes leaning against the cushion.

 "You messed up a mission, didn’t you?" he tilted his head, smiling at your terrified look.  

You felt the urge to lie to him, but you knew that was a terrible idea and could cost you everything. 

"I-How did you know?" you asked, staring at his stance. 

"I know because you only come to me to get you out of proxy problems." He chuckled at your unfortunate circumstance. 

"True," you added, letting him be right because you knew you had no choice but to let this man step all over you, so Tim wouldn’t.

As you stood there for a moment, Toby patted the space next to him. You waited for a moment, clarifying it in your mind as you walked over to him, sitting next to him. You filled the space as Toby menacingly grabbed the axe next to him. He didn’t pull it up; he merely just held the handle, letting it stay on the floor. You could hear him chew the inside of his mouth as he smiled. 

"I’ve got a deal for you." Toby looked toward you as you looked at him. 

"I’ll fully protect you from Tim, Kate, and Brian on one condition." Before he could finish his sentence, you interrupted him.

“Yes," whatever it is. Consider it done. You know, I’d do anything to escape their wrath." You looked at him with a giant smile, affirming that you’d rather do anything than get in trouble with them. 

You could see his gaze falter from being interrupted, but it quickly came back.

 "You didn’t let me finish.’ ‘I need you to go with me on a proxy mission." he finished his words, and you could feel your smile fade as his grew. 

He knew you couldn’t turn him down because no one wanted to see Tim or Kate on a bad day.

"It's in public space, but it'll only take one day," he added to the already perilous mission.

   You sat there just thinking about the deal. You couldn't afford to mess up again, but you sure as hell didn't want to go on a higher-level mission. Proxy missions aren’t typically handled by lower levels such as yourself and are considered highly dangerous. Plus, these types of missions aren’t very common and are normally conducted on rare occasions. You remember, Kate brought you on for your training and you’d never seen so much bloodshed. You didn’t even help, and you knew she didn’t expect you to. However, the images haunt you and shake you to their very core. You shook it off by looking at him. 

“Don’t worry, there’s only one target." he could sense your look. He knew what a PTSD face looked like and he could tell you were remembering something. You exhaled heavily. 

"Fine," you said, as he extended his hand, expecting you to shake it to confirm his condition. 

  It was a childish concept, but in these times, it was necessary. As you stuck your hand up, he took it almost instantly, shaking yours. Afterward, he took out his phone. He texted someone as he looked at you. 

"Go over to Jane for your mission clothes," he said, as he could see your look drawn into confusion but didn't bother to clear anything up. 

You didn’t say anything more as you left for Jane’s room. You exhaled, proceeding through the hallway. It made sense that you two would need some sort of clothing change for a public space to not get recognized. But, you didn’t know what to expect, seeing as he sent you to Jane. You felt nervous as you walked to Jane’s room. As you pushed the door open, you could see her standing tall, humming. She seemed to be in a great mood as you entered, but you forgot to knock. She seemed to not care as she smiled at you.

"Your uniform for this mission is on my bed," she gleamed with pride. 

She seemed very proud of whatever she had concocted for your current mission. As your eyes darted to her bed, you were met with a [black dress/standard suit/other!] No way, you thought to yourself, seeing the formal attire lying there aimlessly. However, it was interesting that she had whipped this up so quickly just from a text. Maybe she's been waiting for this moment. And now you suddenly have way too many questions for your good. 

"This?" you asked as she looked at you with a comforting smile.

 "Yep!" You’ve never seen Jane so happy.

 But, it was true that she did enjoy formal wear. You exhaled, deciding that anything was preferable to dying to Tim. You grabbed the cloth and tucked it under your arm. You thanked Jane as you left, heading to your room. You shifted uncomfortably, knowing you may have to get into combat in such attire, which you weren't too keen on doing. And you weren’t sure how she knew your exact size, but it was best not to question things in this place. As you locked your room and checked it to be locked, you removed what you had on currently and changed into the clothing. It came with accessories, which you weren’t sure how you didn’t see in the first place. As you put the entire outfit on, you grudgingly looked in the mirror. It fits with ease as it complimented your figure flawlessly and made you look stunning.

The more you stared into the mirror, the more you realized you looked wonderful. Everything adorned you perfectly as if it was tailored for you. Just another reason to question proxies and Jane. Before you can get too philosophical about why there is a loud knock on your door. You took one last look, almost in a trance from the attire you left. You muttered something as you walked to the door, wearing your formal wear. You left your other clothes on the dresser as you unlocked the door. You were met by Toby. He was wearing a suit himself, though it didn’t seem like he put much effort into it. Seeing as his hair was still fluffing all over his face, and as you looked at him, his eyes lit up upon seeing you, but he quickly averted his gaze. He seemed to be a nervous wreck as the both of you just stood there. You examined him a little longer, wondering how Jane did all of this so fast. 

"Ready? ", he interrupted your thoughts as his hair covered most of his face. 

And by the way, he talked, it seemed he wanted to get the mission over as fast as possible, as you nodded toward him. You thought it was kind of sweet. Like how a socially awkward teen boy asks out a girl for homecoming. You two took a second just looking at one another before you left the mansion. There was a way to go as you left the safety of the mansion. You both efficiently made your way through the forest before, making it to an opening. And as you did so, you were allowed into the public space without getting into any trouble. From your shared looks, you were a bit too formal, but it wasn’t enough to raise any red flags for anyone. You two seemed to fit in with the public with ease, like how a puzzle piece fits into the other. You two eventually took a bus, tired of walking, and here you are now, still not knowing what to expect. After all of that walking, he still hadn't uttered a word about the mission. He probably did it so, once you got there you couldn't back out. You sat next to Toby pretty closely as he did the same. You hardly spoke to each other as you stared at him.

 "Where are we headed?" you asked him, to which he looked toward you.

 "Uh, downtown," he vaguely replied, as he turned away from your sight. 

You exhaled, not wanting to draw any more attention than you already had with the formal attire. You sat anxiously in your seat, occasionally stopping to allow people in and others out. You didn't know what kind of mission sent directly from the operator would have you this exposed. But it was probably best to not think about it until you had to. Soon, the bus came to an abrupt stop as the two of you let the others rush off and eventually you. You stepped down from the bus, landing on your feet as you made it onto the sideway with Toby. 

"What now?" you asked him as he came toward your side. 

He looked at you, almost hesitatingly, before pointing at the building ahead. It was a good two blocks away, and its presence was still clear. It was an expansive white building that fought the sky itself. Multiple white pillars were towering over anyone who dared to come close. It was slowly making sense. It made sense that Toby had just brought you to an extremely wealthy party. Whoever it was must have been important. 

"Can you dance?" he asked you, breaking your train of thought as you saw him looking at you. 

You thought it was a pretty silly question, but kind of cute nonetheless. 

"[I can't/I can but, it's been a while,]" you answered him as you could feel a small dose of fear invade his eyes. 

“You can’t dance, can you?" You looked at him with mischievous glaring eyes.

 "Why do you think I invited you?" he stammered out as a blush rose to his cheeks while he defended himself. 

As you now know, he was flustered and not enjoying that you knew he couldn't dance. 

You could feel a smile decorating your face, but, still, you didn't want him in an off-mood, so you reassured him, "Don't worry, we won’t have to dance as long as we get the target out quickly," to which he exhaled, relaxing and accepting his fate.

"Here," he muttered, suddenly digging into his pockets for something. 

He pulled out something as he passed you, a masquerade mask of sorts, as he put one on himself. It was probably to keep your shared identities secret while still fitting in with the rest. But, the mask's theme only brought you even more questions, as if you needed more. You tightened yours, making sure it wouldn’t fall off during anything. And as you both got closer to the building, it was clear that it was much larger than you’d expected. Whoever owned this castle of a home was rich. You thought to yourself, swallowing the fear away. As you both proceeded to the door, you noticed all of the fancy cars lined up. You chuckled, knowing that both of you took a bus. You could see two large doors opening with a tall, muscular man standing there. He was wearing police-like attire as the both of you approached him unwillingly.

 "Name?" he asked, seeming to allow his guard to go down slightly due to the attire.

 "Michael Beckerson and Elliot Beckerson." You could tell he was sweating from the unfamiliar names he stole. However, he still managed to keep it cool under all the pressure. 

"Alright, you're on the list.' 'Go ahead," the man muttered, letting both of you pass.

 Toby took your hand, bringing the both of you inside, and just by that action, you could tell he was nervous.

 "So your name’s Michael now," you whispered, but still loud enough for him to hear you mocking him. 

“Yeah, and your Elliot," he huffed, clearly pleased with your attempts to lighten the mood.

As both of you took in the interior, you just couldn’t believe it. The roof of the building was tall and covered in art, while the floor had a shine to it. The inside was impressively expensive-looking and it looked like it’d just been taken right out of a storybook. It made you feel small and insignificant in comparison to it. You could feel yourself getting even more worried, not knowing who could be the target. What kind of person attends something this grand, or even worse, owns something like this? You tried to ignore the pit in your stomach as you looked at everyone else in the room. They had been dressed in similar attire to you, also adorning a mask like yours. Toby stuck closely to your side, seeing as the party had already begun. There was a piano playing music somewhere in the background as you watched people dance with little to no effort. Toby pulled himself away from you as he now had gloves on. He looked at you for a moment before motioning you to stay put. He was probably off to go kill the target without you, which you were sort of grateful for. Because you could feel a weight lift off your shoulders knowing you'd never have to know who the target was. You sighed, sitting down at a nearby table and watching others dance as you waited for Toby to get the mission done. You fidget with your hands for entertainment, but the bare minimum of fun was quickly overshadowed by curiosity.

You stared and wondered why he brought you here at all. It seemed like he had it under control, considering he ran off to finish it off, and it didn’t seem like you were needed here. But, he probably brought you here, so if he had to dance, he wouldn’t have to with a stranger, which you found amusing given that he routinely murdered strangers. As you thought about it more, he seemed nervous about coming here, and you couldn’t blame him. Having to be in public was bad enough, but adding on a rich party just multiplied it by twelve. You could feel the occasional glare on you as you listened to the music, not caring if you look significantly less dressed up or if you looked zoned out. You didn’t come here to party; you came here to finish your mission. Also, do not get cussed out by any of the proxies, but that was a different thing. You sat there for a while, watching the sun go down further and seeing more and more enter. A few people sat next to you and then left quickly after to dance. You had no interest in dancing because it’d only draw some sort of attention to you. As you waited, you could feel a presence sitting next to you. It was Toby. You could tell he had some adrenaline coursing through him as he smiled at you with a thumbs-up. He was now missing his gloves but still had his mask on. You both got up, expecting to leave, but that was until the music grew louder and the lights dimmed. You could hear him exhale sharply upon seeing more people suddenly dance.

"You don’t have to dance if you don’t want to." You reassured him, letting him know it’d be okay to just leave, but he turned to you.

 "I-it’s not that," he admitted, as you could sense him getting nervous. And it seemed that all of his adrenaline highs had dissipated into thin air. 

“Well—I wanted to dance with you," he explained quickly as he fidgeted with both of his hands aggressively. 

It made you freeze. Not one of disapproval, but of figuring out something. That was confusing to hear considering it all. But, you guessed it made sense due to the fact you hadn’t helped kill your shared target. He had all of this decently planned out, which made sense due to it being a proxy mission. But, did he expect you to mess up your previous mission? You changed your topic mentally because it was even weirder to hear him admit that he wanted to dance. And yet, he wanted to dance with you more than anyone he knew.

 "Why didn’t you just say so?" you answered, taking his hand in consent to his idea.

 His eyes lit up as he now had a dumbfounded, flustered face. You both stood away from the larger crowds of people dancing but were still relatively close as you tried to dance with him. As you held his hand, the dance was relatively stiff on his end, probably due to anxiety considering this was his first time dancing. He held your hand, sweating nervously. He seemed to follow and anticipate your movements because when you moved back one step, he did the same. Though it was basic dancing in its entirety, it was dancing nonetheless. And it was more than enough for him to fill his heart. He had a smile on his face as the two of you dancing like this for a good moment, just enjoying one another's presence. It was off, though, knowing you were dancing with someone you hadn’t been close to and you didn’t know he wanted this. But, it was nice. It was nicer than it should've been. People would notice how close you two were. Because you had a shared fear that one of you would fall over, or maybe you just enjoyed being that close. Just enjoy tuning out the world and focusing on each other. The way you'd mess up the groove constantly but laugh it off, not caring if anyone else was there. This seemed to bring the best out of both of you during the dance. On this night, knowing one of you had just killed a man seemed to matter all that much at the moment. Even the stress of the proxies seems to leave for a moment almost to say. “Enjoy this." Toby occasionally gathered the courage to change his hand position on you just for you to smile at his state of mind. He seemed not to want to make one single move that you'd dislike, which would be hard in these conditions, but he never got the message.

You both chuckled lightly as you decided to call it a night, seeing as the night was finally setting in. You shifted from the crowds leaving. You both passed by the guard as you were now back outside. He gently nodded, taking note of you both. You two would need to leave quickly just in case someone suddenly found the body that was probably massacred. 

"Eventful." You smiled, looking at him as he still had a flustered look on his face. 

You weren’t sure how it led to this, but you couldn’t say you were upset. 

"Thanks", he tilted his head as you looked at him. 

He had one small streak of blood on his face, probably from his target. You raised your hand to his face and wiped it. 

"You've got to be careful next time," you gently warned him as he blushed once more.

 He was a melting mess and you weren’t helping him. But, it seemed to be contagious because you felt something. You could feel your heart warm from your touch. The way he treated you both that night made you both feel something. Though the mission went well and neither of you caused major damage, you thought to yourself as you got back onto the bus. Unlike the first time you came in, there was a lot more talking to each other this time. As the both of you departed into the night, leaving the public, you made it back to the mansion late at night, still having that woozy feeling. Toby was close behind you as you climbed up the steps. As you yawned, feeling the fatigue set in, walking inside, you could see a figure standing tall. 

"Wanna explain?" Tim stared you down, completely ignoring Toby and the attire you wore. 

You could feel your heart drop from realization as he crossed his arms. You hoped Toby would keep his end of the bargain as you exhaled, shutting the door behind you both.

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[icypantherwrites]

Fic Roundup: October 16 - October 29

A compilation of all of my most recently updated fanfictions. Enjoy ♥

The Deadliest of Sins, Chapter Five

Summary: (Police/Detective AU) There’s a serial killer haunting the streets of Garrison City. Detective Lance Esposito is assigned the case, trying to solve the killer’s motive and identity before another victim shows up in a week. He can tell there’s something very personal to the killer about these crime scenes and kills. But even Lance had no idea how personal this case is about to become.

Found, Chapter Seven

Summary: Lance is alive. He’s been alive this whole time as not just a prisoner of the Galra Empire… but as their assassin. Shiro’s head aches with his own press of memories as to what Lance must have suffered, how he’d been tortured, to become a cold-blooded killer that goes against every value Lance held dear. But while there’s nothing they can do to change the past they have a way to change the future and now it’s time to find Lance and bring him home.

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Sniper is confused. He shouldn’t know those people, he doesn’t know those people and yet… yet there’s a whisper of familiarity that makes his chest ache and his hand pause on the trigger. But Mistress’ whispers are even louder and his screams as she forces him to forget them and replace them with only the faces and feelings of enemies are the loudest of them all.

Not a Joking Matter, Chapter Five

Summary: [Sequel to A Mind of His Own] Matt’s plans to hang out with Katie at the Castle of the Lions is interrupted by an urgent, but quick, Rebel mission. The mission, to Matt’s relief, goes exactly as planned.

But the being abducted and strapped down on a table for medical experimentation part? Not so much.

The Best Ghost Story Ever 

Summary: Team Voltron introduces the Alteans to the concept of a ‘ghost story’ and now it’s an all out competition as to who can tell the scariest story. But there’s more than just spooks afoot around this campfire…

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[elysiumxii]

Sinday Ask: Literally a sin, too! Uriel. Hi. Big fan. If you were a cardinal sin, which would you be and how would you corrupt your target?

Letting out another deep sigh, Uriel's eyes close briefly as he contemplates changing the locks to his office, or moving entirely, so's to not suffer any more of these infernal interruptions. "Oh, you are back..." he hums monotonously, eyes lifting to his guest once more.

"If I were a sin?" He repeats, drawn expression showing how unamusing he finds the question. How is he supposed to quantify a response? He is not a demon, in fact he is the very opposite. Well, now he has to really think about it, closing the book on his lap as he lets out another sigh. "Greed" he replies, back lifting from the cushion behind him to straighten a little as the whole concept is a little farfetched for him. He deals in fact, so hypothesising like this is... unnatural.

"I believe to their very basic core all sins can be enhanced by greed. A desire for more. A drive to consume and covert all things... though the only thing I covert right now, is peace-" he huffs softly, shaking his head as he returns his attention to his book, as he had done as requested from him.

#replies;uriel #okajibana #he is so done hehe

[buckets-and-trees]

Warm Shadows - When You Fall On Me Like Night (1/4)

Fandom: MCU Collection: Warm Shadows Title: When You Fall On Me Like Night Characters/Pairings: Alpha!Bucky x f!Reader, Alpha!Steve x f!Reader Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: Nothing is more beautiful than the weeks you spend each year now in Wakanda, but that beauty will be lost forever when the unthinkable happens.

Content Warnings: DARK STORY, a/b/o dynamics, explicit smut, NON-CON scene, heartbreaking fluff AND angst, vaginal fingering, implied offscreen vaginal intercourse, biting/claiming, scenting, sexual use of a prosthetic, kidnapping, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

Logistical Notes: Another submission for @buckybarnesbingo - K3: Metal Arm. Lots of wrath for @nickfowlerrr's Seven Deadly Sins + Seven Holy Virtues writing event. And a little something chilling for @witchywithwhiskey's Horror Movie Hoe-a-thon (dialogue prompt in bold and italics when it appears).

Additional Notes: This whole concept sprung from a very silly meme @vonalyn shared in July that I giggled at and then though... oh, but what if dark...? @navybrat817, @vonalyn, @rookthorne, and @biteofcherry all indulged me playing with this very dark concept since then and helped fuel some of the ideas. Bolded dialogue is some fire Navy contributed during the inception of the idea, italicized dialogue and part of the title are lines from Hozier's De Selby (pt. 2) that stuck with me for Bucky and the reader.

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“Bucky!” your admonishment has no real intent behind it, and he knows it, especially because even though he’s interrupted your light dozing one of your hands immediately threads through his long hair as he trails kisses along your bare shoulder toward your neck. When he licks over your bonding mark, your heart stutters and your eyes slip closed again.

You hold him there for a moment before urging him up to kiss your lips. His mouth slants against yours, and when he licks at the seam of your already kiss-swollen lips, you moan and open for him, tongue seeking his. He moves so his body is half over yours, and while he leans to support some of his weight on his right arm, he cradles your jaw in his left hand, his vibranium thumb brushing softly over your cheek – a gesture so simple, yet one that spoke volumes as it had taken time for him to freely trust that any intimate moment meant the same with either hand on you, there was no inhibition to it now and hadn’t been for years.

When you have to break off the kiss for air, Bucky trails kisses over your other cheek. He’s in that place between bearded and clean-shaven, and you revel in the feel, the nuzzling soft against your skin.

“Bucky, you just had me in the river,” you laugh breathlessly.

“Mhmm,” he hums, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“And we were in the river because we were sweaty and a mess from you taking me here twice before that.”

“And?” he prompts, moving back just enough to grin at you – but it’s that wolfish grin he always gets when he wants to ruin you.

“And I don’t have the stamina of a super soldier,” you remind him.

“So lay back and let me continue to please my omega the way I want to.” His lips press a kiss to your forehead, and your eyes flutter closed again. He softly kisses one, then the other, and your heart swells. You’re both still naked from your swim, and so when his hand reaches down between your legs, there’s nothing hiding your folds from him, and as his fingers part them, he laughs against your lips. “You may be short on stamina, but your body is always ready for me, Omega,” he says, and he slips a finger into the slick already gathering again for him.

He nips your bottom lip, but he’s already moving down your body.

You keen when he slips a second finger into your channel.

“Bucky, we were going to watch the sunset.”

“You watch the sunset while you watch me make you see stars.”

He takes his time pulling that last orgasm from you, and then he joins you in watching the last moments of the sun sinking down behind the horizon. Then he lays back fully and bends his left arm behind his head. You tuck yourself into his right side, resting your head against his soft flesh shoulder. You place a hand over his heart, and his fingers skim slowly up and down along your arm.

You’re both quiet for a while, contentment awash over you as the darkness falls and the stars emerge.

“I don’t want to go back,” you sigh.

“I can carry you to the hut, sweetheart,” he chuckles.

“No, I mean I don’t want to leave Wakanda.”

He first brought you to Wakanda for your honeymoon, and then again every year since. It was his haven when he became the truly free version of himself again, and so he had wanted to share this sanctuary with you. Neither of you ever wanted to leave, but you did know leaving it meant it kept it the truly precious place in both your hearts.

He’s quiet for only a moment. “We don’t have to,” he says, “I don’t care where we are, I don’t need anything but you.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head and his arm shifts you even closer to him. “You’re my everything, my home, my solace, my happiness.”

He turns his head and captures your lips in a kiss that has you both trying to pour the depths of your devotion into your other half. “You know why I’m so insatiable for you?”

You want to retort with something sassy, something seductive, but his tone was so quiet, almost reverent, that you can’t. Instead, your heart swells, and you simply say, “Tell me.”

“Beyond the pleasure, I crave the moments when I don’t know where we begin and end. You’re mine, and if I lost my sight or my hearing, I’d still know you by the working of my hands. Do you understand?”

Your chest ached with yearning even though you couldn’t be held any more tightly in his arms. You loved him like breathing – essential and constant. “I could fade away with you, lose myself in you,” you reply fervently. “You hold my whole heart, Alpha.”

The kisses and touches that follow are intimate but not heated or lust driven. It doesn’t matter that you’ve been bonded for more than three years, everything is perfect in this moment. Nothing ever gets old with him, only deeper with all the new days you spend together, season after season.

When it’s late enough that the moon is high, you finally help each other dress and walk back to your small hut. You have your arm around his waist, and he has his arm around your shoulders. You’re pressed so closely into each other’s sides that as you get closer to your Wakandan home, you notice the change in his body when Bucky senses a different presence, but a soft breeze moves past you and you both catch the whiff of the intruder.

“Is that…?” You trail off and look up at Bucky with a faint smile.

He laughs. “Steve?” Bucky calls out ahead of you toward the hut. “Hope you don’t mind Steve spoiling our last few days alone here, I guess,” he adds more quietly to you, but his tone is all warmth for his best friend since childhood.

It’s strange that there’s no light and that Steve hasn’t answered, but you suppose he may have arrived much earlier and could already be asleep.

But that’s not the case when you enter. Steve has his back to you, standing ramrod straight in a dark tactical suit you’ve never seen before.

“Steve?” Bucky prompts.

“No,” voice flat as he turns. “Captain Hydra.”

You yourself gasp, but it’s nothing to the overwhelming chill of fear and dread you feel from your Alpha, it permeates to the bone.

The only thing Bucky can think to do is move in front of you, but that’s nothing to this stranger before you. He came prepared, and with abrupt and lightning movements, and you can’t even move to run before Bucky is incapacitated. Your moment of indecision between checking on your alpha and escaping the threat is all he needed to knock you out.

It's still dark when you start to come to, and you groan as someone slaps your cheek. It’s the chilliest part of the night, maybe an hour before dawn, the time when you usually snuggle closer in the sheets of your simple bed to your super soldier, but you’re not in bed. Your arms hanging limply at your side are cold, but there’s heat at your back, and your head hurts. You’re in someone’s lap, their arm around your waist like a vice.

“Here she is,” the voice in your ear is just as cold as the chill in the air, and it’s all wrong because that voice isn’t supposed to be cold, and it’s also not supposed to be that close to you.

You shift, your body spiking with alarm, and adrenaline floods your entire body and brings a rush of your last coherent moments back to you.

You’re in the lap of Captain Hydra.

“We’re ready for you now,” he continues. "Save your breath for screaming."

Your eyes meet Bucky’s and you can feel the fear and rage permeating everything, bleeding heavily through your bond with your alpha. He’s restrained across the room, deposited on his side but facing you. His right arm is bound to his side, but his vibranium arm has been removed – something you know only a handful of people in the world have been trusted with the knowledge of how to do, Steve being one of them.

"You were a better soldier when you were broken," this man who used to be Steve says. “So how about I break you again? Take the thing you love most.”

“Don’t. You. Touch. Her.” Bucky’s growl is noxious.

But the Captain only gives a single, hollow laugh. “I’m already touching her,” he says, and to emphasize the point, one of his gloved hands comes up to grip your throat dangerously. The arm around your waist loosens, but you don’t dare move, and he moves that hand unabashedly over your breast on its way to grip the collar of your simple dress before tearing it down, ripping it away to completely expose your chest.

Your eyes burn with tears of humiliation. Bucky has seen every inch of you, loves every inch of you, but you don’t want him to see you like this, and you don’t want this stranger to see any bit of you exposed.

He tweaks a nipple hard enough that your yelp in pain. Another chuckle in your ear. Then his hand moves from your nipple up to your left shoulder and pulls the fabric away completely.

You’re fighting with your brain and your hindbrain to move, to fight, but as distressing as this is, it’s also confusing because this is supposed to be Steve. This was a person you had trusted because Bucky had, and Steve had never given you a moment’s hesitancy to question that. Ever. You were accustomed to being around his scent, knowing it meant additional security, but this nightmare was vivid and real, and no part of this soldier was Steve.

He nuzzles his chin over your bare neck, and you sob. “No!” He’s scenting you, so the next words from his mouth don’t shock you, but they do terrify you.

"Other alphas tried to make their own claim with a bonded omega. Never worked out. They weren't strong enough.”

He pushes on the tender bonding mark Bucky gave you at your mating ceremony, and you whimper. Bucky flinches. No one but a mate is supposed to touch something so sacred.

“Steve, don’t do this,” Bucky half warns, half implores. You’ve never felt fear like this, and you know not even a fraction of it is for himself, but all for you, which makes it all the more terrifying – because if he could hold it back, he would, but it’s clearly consuming him to a point he can’t hide it.

“But we're not ordinary alphas, are we, Soldat?"

His bite on the other side of your neck is abrupt and painful, but the scream you make is because it’s also violating in a way you’re not prepared for, flooded now with a connection to him. You go almost completely limp in his arms.

He pushes you to the floor. “On all fours and keep your eyes on him.”

It’s an alpha command.

You can do nothing but assume the position. Bucky had never given you an alpha command. He was against it with every fiber of his being because of the orders and brainwashing he’d been powerless to for so many years.

Your new alpha is behind you in an instant, and he rips the rest of your clothing away. He’s still completely clothed, and one of his gloved hands smoothes down your spine – slowly, tender if he were a lover and not your tormentor – and he bows your back, exposing your most private parts to him.

He leans over you and hovers in that intimate spot for a moment, cheek to cheek, rubbing his bearded chin along your jaw, all of it feeling so wrong. His mouth pauses just next to your ear, and you’re filled with dread over what he’ll say next, but instead his teeth nip and drag at your earlobe roughly, making you wince.

He laughs and leans back up, resting against his haunches.

You furiously blink away tears, and it’s nearly impossible because of the way Bucky is looking at you, with you unable to look away since you’ve been commanded to keep your eyes on him, but the emotions he’s trying to convey to you and to hold back from you are all the more painful.

Then there’s a flash of rage in Bucky’s eyes a second before you feel metal fingers pressing into your hole. Lifeless metal fingers.

“Bastard!” Bucky shouts, and he tries in vain to move, to break his bonds.

You sob silently now because you have to hold any sounds in – because he’s relentless as he fingers your hole with Bucky’s vibranium arm, using the cold fingers that had softly brushed the depths of his love across your cheek with tender strokes, the hand that had given the most exquisite pleasure only hours before. It becomes worse once he’s worked three fingers inside you, because your body produces the slick to accommodate what’s happening, but the wetness starts to make it pleasurable. You’re desperately holding back moans now, and he can tell. They both can.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Bucky says.

His reassurance makes your heart bleed.

The captain snarls and slaps your ass hard, jolting you. He tosses the arm away and then his own fingers move to your puffy folds, questing for your clit, which he finds quickly, sending another jolt through you, mounting the awful, sickening wave of pleasure. He rubs tight, furious circles over your bundle of nerves, and he doesn’t stop until you’re finally shaking with the orgasm he demands.

When he gets what he wants, he stops abruptly and slaps your pussy with an enormous amount of strength. You cry out as you collapse to the floor. “We’re done for now,” he says flatly, and you’re finally able to look away from Bucky. You immediately curl in on yourself, weeping openly now.

He stands and moves around your room. He throws clothes down at your feet. “Get dressed.”

It’s not an alpha command, but you know he’s serious, and somehow your brain is able to tell your body to move quickly and you find the strength to do as you’re told – probably because you are desperate for this scene to end, to be covered up. But he watches you dress, giving you no reprieve from your uneasiness.

Once you’re clothed, he moves forward and grabs you, making for the door.

“There’s no corner of this earth you can go where I won’t find you,” Bucky swears.

“Oh, I’m counting on it…” the Captain replies, immediately turning back around to look at Bucky from the threshold. There’s an underlying satisfaction in his voice – almost a hint of amusement, which is the closest he’s sounded to Steve all night. “But not you,” he continues, “only the Soldat will be able to find me.”

GO IMMEDIATELY TO PART TWO: LET ALL LIGHT GO

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[sweetdreamsjeff]

Live a L'Olympia - Review

GENRE:Rock

LABEL:Columbia

REVIEWED:October 1, 2001

Release Date: July 1, 2001

Many religions prescribe time for meditation. It's a concept I'm sort of attracted to. I've even attempted ...

Many religions prescribe time for meditation. It's a concept I'm sort of attracted to. I've even attempted some of the traditional methods, but I always get distracted: my foot falls asleep, my ass starts hurting from being sat on all weird, or I have intense, apocalyptic visions like the ones in Ken Russell's Altered States. (Incidentally, being transformed into a cro-magnon and busting into a zoo in the dead of night to consume live bovine is highly overrated.) I'm not really sure why I attempt to put myself through such torture, though, when I know that music can provide the obliteration of surroundings I seek. Jeff Buckley is always there for me.

The first ten tracks from Buckley's second officially released live album, Live a L'Olympia, are culled from two shows that took place on July 6th and 7th in 1995, almost a year after the release of Grace. The recordings are sourced from an analog audio cassette that was found among Buckley's possessions after his death. For a major label concert release, there's a high amount of noise present, but this is significantly outweighed by the quality of the performances documented. The liner notes call these shows "high points of [Buckley's] performing career," a fact that's quite apparent in the material, which is by and large pretty stunning stuff.

Such is the case with the two songs that open the album, "Lover You Should've Come Over" and "Dream Brother." Buckley's band are a focused and tight bunch who can only complement Buckley's ecstatic falsettos. Both tracks exceed seven minutes in length, yet there's not a second lacking in energy. Buckley begins the verse of "Dream Brother" with a barely audible, steadily repeating guitar note that builds to a reverbed crash as he hammers the pickup. The arrangement isn't very distant from the performance on last year's Mystery White Boy, but this recording seems somehow more poignant.

Then there's "Eternal Life," and the cover of the MC5 classic, "Kick Out the Jams," while expose Buckley's subtle death metal leanings, allowing them to gawkily escape into the open. I doubt the fans are looking for more of that after the version of the former song on Mystery White Boy. Then again, I've always preferred the more minimal Live at Sin-E version of the song to Grace's studio version.

Which leads me to the only problematic flaw of L'Olympia: at times, the live energy defies capture on tape, and at others, it actually interrupts the performances. Buckley stops in the middle of both "Je N'en Connais pas la Fin" and "Hallelujah." On the latter, he even asks the audience if they want him to finish the song. When heard, the question seems to be an angry retort to an impolite audience, but according to a statement made by Buckley's mom in the liner notes, Jeff was reveling in the support of his audience-- something that was relatively new to him at the time of this recording.

The audience joins in to sing "Hallelujah." Buckley proclaims, "This is so rock and roll," and proceeds to sing harmony with his active audience. But while this would have been an astounding experience in person, the recording doesn't capture much of the audience, and some of Buckley's complementary vocal lines seem awkward. Later, the disc concludes with a soundboard recording of "What Will You Sa," recorded at 1995's Festival of Sacred Music, which was held in a small village in western France. Here, Azerbaijani singer Alim Qazimov adds vocals and plays tabla, with Buckley occasionally mimicking Qazimov's middle-eastern vocal turns, making it a uniquely engaging track in Buckley's live oeuvre.

Live a L'Olympia hasn't yet been issued domestically, and it isn't listed on Columbia's American release schedule. For Buckley fans, I personally consider "What Will You Say" to be worth the hassle of an international order. And if you care to sing along, Jeff will harmonize. You might just forget where you are.

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[kurt-wagner-official]

Post #36: NM issues 4-7

Just four issues in, the book has a new status quo, with the X-Men back and the New Mutants no longer being the top dogs at Xavier's school. Later on, this book will distinguish itself from its sister with weirder and higher concept sci-fi and fantasy, but for this issue, Claremont leans the opposite direction, with Stevie Hunter being harassed over the phone by an anonymous villain. Meanwhile, Xavier gathers the young students and tells them that although he's been influenced by the Brood inside him, he's now free of it and still believes in the New Mutants. He asks them to give him a chance, and they all agree, because that's what he gave them. Xi'an tells Xavier about Stevie's stalker, and he tells the group to come up with a plan to help her so they can learn from the experience. This really is a very strange school. Afterwards, he confides in Lilandra his frustrations with Dani, who rebels at every opportunity. Lilandra theorizes that she's afraid of herself and of both failure and success, so she tries to defy any authority she sees. He says that he's learned from his past mistakes and this time he'll try to work with the problem student rather than against her. Of course, he's learned and forgotten this lesson many times so far, but I'll give him the benefit of the doubt because it's a new book and a fresh start for him. The team has come up with their plan: Berto puts a trace on Stevie's phone, and they trace the next call to a payphone. From there, Rahne tracks the scent to the local high school, where as luck would have it a dance is currently going on. It's the mixer that the kids were invited to by some other kids they met in town a few issues ago, so they go in. They discover the culprit is Peter Bristow, a member of Stevie's dance class. He runs to a car, and Sam chases after him, but he gets away when Sam saves a mother and daughter that were in the way of his car. In his rescue of these civilians, he pulls off his first successful sharp turn. It's a win Sam needed after three issues of beating himself up over mistakes. Peter crashes the car and flees into an abandoned building. There's an interesting moment with Rahne where she wishes she could live forever as a wolf while she tracks him in there. Rahne, as a character, takes two simple concepts- a person who loves her powers and one who thinks they're sinful- and mashes them together into one fascinating conundrum of a person. She tracks him down, and he attacks her until Xi'an possesses him. Because fate is terrible, this is an explosives factory, and the burning crashed car sets off an explosion that our heroes barely survive. Later, Xavier asks Dani to use her powers on Peter, which she feels icky about, but she obeys his order. Peter has a twisted affection for Stevie, but his parents have abused him all his life, and he thinks that's the only way to show love. When she was always kind to him, he thought it was a sign she didn't love him, so he wanted to make her miserable. Xavier calls CPS, and the plot comes to its conclusion. It's a horrifying ending, and there's sincerity in the sympathy that Claremont and the characters feel for poor Peter, but it also feels very after school special-y, especially when Xavier shows up at the end to tell them why they should always fight for a better world where stuff like this doesn't happen. All in all, an okay issue, but Claremont needs some time to adjust to the coming of age genre.

In issue 5, out heroes go up against their first proper supervillain. It opens with Xavier trying to walk and collapsing in pain, temporarily disabling his telepathic powers. The New Mutants are at a fair with Stevie, where a team of motorcyclists that Berto is a fan of is about to perform. The group is actually the superhero team Team America, who had their own book which I have not read and didn't know was a thing until this issue. The show is interrupted by Viper, the on-and-off leader of Hydra, and the Silver Samurai, a mutant named Kenuichio Harada with the power to energize his sword, who attack the cyclists to draw out their mysterious ally, the Dark Rider. The Dark Rider does appear, but to everyone's shock, it's the unconscious Dani. Silver Samurai escapes with her, and the rest of the team fails to stop Viper's minions without Xavier's guidance. Viper, believing Dani to be a member of Team America, blackmails them into stealing something for her. Before they can leave to get it, Xavier finds them and tells them they're mutants. The Dark Rider is a product of their collective psychic subconscious, which finds and possesses a host to fight with them in the form of the Dark Rider. Dani was the latest victim of their unknowing power, so Xavier demands they accept his training and assistance to save her. Berto is upset that the New Mutants are being sidelined for this. Actually, he's been upset most of this issue, and when he hasn't it's because he's busy flirting with all of the girls on the team. So far he's by far the least developed of the group, which is disappointing and stereotypical. Eventually he'll be evolved into my favorite of these five, but not today. Our heroes decide not to wait for Xavier to train Team America and set off on their own.

The kids attack the office of Nguyen Ngoc Coy, Xi'an's uncle and a San Francisco crime lord, who they hope can lead them to Viper. Some expository dialogue reveals that he betrayed her parents and corrupted her brother by employing him. She threatens to control him and make him walk off the roof, but he calls her bluff. Berto seems ready to kill him anyway, but Sam stops him. He agrees if Xi'an agrees to work for him, and she hesitantly accepts out of desperation. Meanwhile, the frustrated Xavier continues training Team America. But weirdly it seems like he's more focused on teaching them teamwork than about their powers. I feel like they should have teamwork down since they had their own book, but I haven't read it so maybe they all hated each other there. Or this could be Claremont's bad habit of putting down other teams to make his own shine. As Dani tried to think of an escape, The Silver Samurai tells Viper that Shingen, revealed to be his father, has died in Tokyo, and what he sees as his rightful inheritance has been stolen by his sister Mariko. He and Viper plan to go kill her as soon as they're done with this evil plot. Now that their training montage is done, Team America goes to steal the thing Viper wanted, a crystal from an A.I.M. base. They get it, but some of them seem to blow up, and a mysterious psychic attack takes out Xavier. The New Mutants locate and attack Viper's base and engage in battle with her minions. In the confusion, Dani escapes, but she and Rahne are attacked by Silver Samurai. Meanwhile, Team America miraculously survived and have a heartfelt conversation and unlock their true potential. I'm not gonna go into it cause they aren't the focus of this blog. Working together, the New Mutants drive the Samurai and Viper to retreat. Just when all seems safe, Xi'an has a hallucination of a horrible voice threatening her (she had the same hallucination when they arrived). Xavier finally re-establishes his mindlink with them just before Viper blows up the island base with them on it.

Issue 7 opens a few days later, and we learn that all of the New Mutants survived except Xi'an, who's MIA. The others are grieving and blaming themselves, while the X-Men have arrived to help search for her and her killers. Kurt tries to bring hot cocoa to the kids, and they're all terrified of him and Rahne calls him demon. He's good natured and cheerful about it, but it's very sad to watch because we know it hurts him. Xavier has news for Berto- his mother Nina is here. Through his conversation with her, we learn that Berto's father does know he's with the X-Men at Xavier's, which is good clarification cause we haven't actually seen Berto interact with his father once. His mom is an archaeologist who travels the world, and she's inviting the kids on a dig. Berto is pissed at Xavier for wanting to send them off on a vacation, but Xavier has a secret reason- he knows there was some evil voice that attacked him and confronted Xi'an, and he thinks it's taken her. He wants the kids out of danger while the X-Men confront it. Berto runs off and smashes some rocks, angry that for all his strength he was helpless to save both Juliana and Xi'an. Sam comforts him by talking about his own father, who died and left Sam with responsibility that he never expected. He says that life and death are both unfair, and you have to roll with the punches to survive. It's definitely the best character moment either of them have had in the series so far. They all decide to go with Berto's mom and give Xavier the space he needs to continue the search for Xi'an. A few days later, they arrive in Rio at Berto's childhood home. It's a mansion that his father Emmanuel worked in as a servant as a young boy. He grew up to make his fortune so he could buy it and be a lord where he and his own mother used to wipe the floors. Now he's grown up, but his riches have turned sour and caused rifts in his marriage. He and his wife argue over dinner- he thinks she's an idealistic fool going off on adventures, and she says he's killing the world for his own profit. It makes all the kids very uncomfortable. The next day they go with Nina to a carnival. Just like the last few times they all went on an outing, they have some fun for a few pages until something goes wrong, this time the kidnapping of Nina by Hellfire goons led by a big guy with an axe named Axe. They get away, but Rahne tracks them. They can't think of a plan to free her until a joke from Sam makes Berto come up with a plan based on Magnum, PI. Rahne's howling puts the goons on edge before Dani's mirages lure them upstairs and finish them off. Sam flies in and gets Nina out while Berto takes out Axe. After the last few issues, the team, and especially Berto, needed a win, and this was their first really successful mission without adult supervision. But their troubles are far from over, as we see in the cliffhanger: Emmanuel orchestrated the kidnapping with Shaw. Overall, this was my favorite issue of the series so far. Berto and Sam got their first solid and complex development, and the whole team proved themselves on their own for the first time. The plot of the book is about start getting really weird, which is where we’ll find most of it’s most famous stories, but that wouldn’t be possible without the relatively grounded character driven stories we’ve had so far. 

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[yanderememes]

hol’ up just got an idea and i wanna share it bc it ties into the whole “yandere” thing.

-it’s dark out and raining

-giorno walks on along the concrete pavement until a building with tacky bright neon lettering beside a cartooned woman wearing lingerie catches his eye.

-some of the stress from being the head of passione has been slightly getting to his head as of late and he needs to relief the stress some way. so, he enters.

-as soon as he walks through the threshold of the joint, he is met with the aroma of various alcohols, near bare women performing their exotic dances on tables and poles, and their on lookers. this place is beating heart of sin.

-no different from other place like this he thinks.

-as he strides through the joint, many people recognize him and are immediately affected by his gravitas; some bowing their heads, some hiding under tables, or some leaving entirely out of fear.

-quickly, the word that the giorno giovanna was in the building reached the owner and he immediately ran out to greet him and offer him the best drinks and dancers he had for free.

-giorno, declines, leaving the owner in a blend of astonishment and concern.

-his eyes fixate on one dancer in particular.

-this dancer dances in awkwardly on the pole compare to the others-in a charming way in his eyes. they are wearing a pure white lingerie set that contrasts the darkness of the place.

-he walks towards them as though he was in a daze

-the owner picks up on his fascination and is flabbergasted

-“s-signiore, they just started 2 weeks ago! they’re inexperienced!”

-giorno didn’t hear the man, or if he did, he didn’t care.

-he takes a table in the back and watches their awkward beauty unfold before him in the form of exotic dancing.

-he stays for hours. strangers try to strike up a conversation with him, he ignores. workers offer him drinks, he ignores. dancers offers him a private room with them, he ignores. his emerald eyes just follow every move this awkward dancer is making. drinking every detail of them, enraptured by everything they do.

-eventually, the dancer had to clock out, and retreated to her boudoir backstage to change.

-Giorno waits outside for them.

-as soon as the dancer was in giorno’s view, he follows them until they are home.

-next time they dance, he would make it was for him only.

Ok, I'm officially convinced that y'all are mind readers cuz why is this hc so similar to how I interpreted yandere Giorno would meet darling 🤔

Thank you anon for this beautiful ask 😭 y'all are really out here feeding me with yan Gio content that I've been looking for. I'm imgaining that before Giorno stalks you home, he would frequently come visit you. Ignoring the rest of the workers, his eyes focus only on you. You don't notice cuz you're too worried about making mistakes in front of your manager. You're already so inexperienced, the manager was kind enough to give you this job, despite him being a bit of am asshole sometimes. This definitely wasn't your first choice but you really needed the money. Little did you know that all of this would change with a certain someone's money and power coming into play.

Also, under the cut are my personal hcs on how yandere Giorno would meet his darling! ❤️ It's pretty similar so feel free to spot the differences! 🥰

I always thought that Giorno would fall for an empathetic, compassionate, intellectual darling. Someone who could keep up with his botanical talks but also add their own piece to it. But also due to the nature of his work, he'd fall for someone who is very caring and accepts both the beauty and ugly of the world. Giorno never thought about finding a romantic partner and he couldn't care less about marriage or starting a family. Passione is his pride and joy.

Fast froward to a 22 year old Giorno who just finished his mission as Don along with Mista and Fugo. He gets a call from Fugo that they'll be late to pick him up due to traffic, so Giorno is left by his lonesome in this grand conference hall. He stumbles across a poster: the effects of eating disorders within elders. It looks to be some sort of psychology conference presentation.

Giorno always had an interest in psychology. His curiosity flared and decided to enter the conference room where he simply stood by the door, hands in his pockets and watched the speaker.

The way you spoke with such confidence and pride in your speech about your thesis was astonishing to Giorno. He loved listening to your research findings because he found them so intriguing. When you were done with your presentation and the conference came to an end, Giorno was surprised by his own actions that he would come up to you and spark a conversation. He just wanted to know more about your thesis in detail.

Hours fly by and Giorno forgot all about Fugo and Mista coming to pick him up. He was so enthralled in his conversation with you that he had no concept of time. He loved how you had a passion of your own in psychology. He loved how you had a dream to become a psychologist. And how you wanted to be a psychologist because you wanted to help others. But unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. Your classmate interrupted your conversation with Giorno, telling you that it was time to head back to the hotel with the rest of your class.

You left and said your goodbye to this mysterious but handsome blonde man. Giorno only realized at that moment that he totally forgot to ask for your contact number. He only knew your name from the poster and that your a graduate student on an abroad trip with your professor and classmates to meet fellow psychologists here in Italy.

Not a few seconds pass by and he gets a call from Fugo that they're here to pick him up. When he finally reaches his villa, one of Giorno's henchmen opens the car door for the Don and greets him as usual. Giorno had time to think on the car ride home. And after some thought but what was mostly fueled by instinctual desire, he decides to take a leap of faith.

"Antonio, find me information on y/n. I want the report in by tomorrow evening." Giorno orders

"As you wish, Don." Antonio responds as he bows his head

Giorno wanted to know more about you. Every little thing about you. He wouldn't call this love. It can't be. He only just met you. He's just curious, that's all. But unbeknownst to both you and Giorno, this was only the beginning of his lovesick spiral.

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