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plzfeedmebread · 1 year

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The Lie of Providence - Chapter 6 - Venom to My Ears

word count: 3745

Pairing: Recom Miles Quaritch x Female! Sully! Na'vi Reader Tags/Warnings: hurt, anger, no comfort, bullying, dysmorphia, lots of crying

Author's Note: And we're back! Sorry this took soooo long to come out! Haha, totally got distracted by WDITMF ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Anyway apologies for any grammatical errors as usual!

“blue text” is spoken Na'vi.

‘Italics’ are thoughts.

iortsyal = a pandorian butterfly

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You remember it quite clearly.

You were 14 then, and it happened so unexpectedly. Tarsem has taken 3 other teenagers, boys them all, under his tutelage as future hunters and warriors.

From the beginning you could tell these 3 were a close nit group, perhaps friends since their younger years. Rokan (15) is the leader, whilst Ru’ak (14) and Teka (14), the twins, were his little followers.

They paid you no mind, as far as you can tell; just another trainee they only saw when they spent time with Tarsem.

A spar was called between you and Rokan, Tarsem wanting to assess both of your progress thus far.

Late in the afternoon, the group found a small clearing, you and Rokan front and centre, the twins somewhere behind Tarsem off to the side.

You readied yourself; low crouch, find your centre, just like father taught you. Rokan stands tall, starts walking to the side as if to circle you. You mimic his movements, making sure to keep him in front of your line of sight.

However this is what he had wanted, had predicted. When he felt the sun kiss his bare back, he rushed you without warning. You squinted as the sun assaulted your sensitive eyes. But that wasn’t what you were paying attention to, no.

You stared only ahead at the figure coming at you. Drenched in gold, you think you have never seen such ethereal beauty. The evening light explodes behind him as he approaches, casting his front in shadow. You feel the rapid pounding of your heart, the quickness of your breath.

He is on you before you can even blink. Tackled to the ground, he pins you and you flail wildly, trying to free yourself, but it is of little use.

“Enough. Separate.” Tarsem calls from the side lines. Rokan obeys without question, the twins hollering his praises. You sit up and watch his retreating back as he makes his way over to them. ‘Was he always that athletic?’ the thought catches you so completely off-guard you let out a quiet ‘eep’! Covering your mouth, you get up in a rush and move to your side. You don’t see the quick glance Rokan does behind himself to look at you.

A few more matches, and a few more pins to the ground, Tarsem calls it. 8 matches, 8 losses. Rokan is full to the brim with pride. He has beaten Tarsem’s star pupil, firstborn of the Olo'eyktan, and he couldn’t be happier.

Tarsem sends the 3 boys off. They eagerly scurry away, playfully pushing each other, arms wrapped around each other’s neck in brotherly fashion. You watch them, envious almost. Yes, you do have the friendship and comfort of your many siblings; but there some times when, you wish you too had friends closer to your age. Boy or girl, it didn’t matter to you.

“[Y/N].” Tarsem addresses you, pulling your attention from the boys.

“Yes???” You respond, flustered at being caught staring.

“You were distracted today.”

You’re not sure if he’s making a statement or asking you.

“Yes, Tarsem. I…apologise. It will not happen again.” He has his arms crossed and nods at you, waving you off for the evening.

You bid him farewell and begin the trek to your next lesson.

“He is a very handsome young man though.” Tarsem calls from behind you. You stop dead and turn to face him, face flushed red, mouth agape in horror. Tarsem only smiles widely trying his best to stifle a laugh. You hasten your retreat to a full-on sprint, all the while you can hear Tarsem’s laugh slowly fading behind you.

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Ok.

So you think he’s cute.

Handsome even.

Big deal.

So what???

No really. So what?

You have no idea what to do with this information. It’s not as if you’re overflowing with spare time to pursue, whatever this is. A silly crush. Nothing more. But this was the first time you’ve ever experienced romantic feelings in any capacity.

As a result, you unfortunately start noticing him around the village more. You wonder if he often frequented the same areas as you. Did you perhaps never notice until now?

He never approaches you, nor do the twins. Always does he simply greet you with a smirk and quick gesture of the hand. By Eywa, that smile. That damned smile. You feel heat rush up your neck to your cheeks every accursed time. How embarrassing.

A few weeks pass, and something most unexpectedly happens.

He does in fact, approach you.

“[Y/N]!” He waves you down, jogging up to you, the other two not far behind.

“Ro-Rokan! Ru’ak and Teko too. What can I do for you three?”

“Are you free right now? We’re about to head out into the forest, and wanted to know if you wanna join us?”

“M-me?” You curse yourself for stammering in front of him.

“Of course! We’re all warriors in training together. Makes sense to me that we should get to know each other a little better, don’t you agree?”

Your heart feels as though it’s doing flips against your ribcage. You inwardly squeal with joy. As luck would have it, this was your day of rest, so you indeed had free time!

“Y-yes of course! I’d be happy to!” You fondly smile upward to the taller boy, brimming with excitement.

You had remained cordial with the other teens of the clan around your age, but you’ve never actually hung out with any of them. This was your chance to amend that, and actually make friends outside the family. That thought alone has iortsyal fluttering in your stomach.

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The three of you stop at the edge of the village. Rokan teases you with a smirk, challenging you to keep up. Your heart skips, and you feel heat on your cheeks.

He doesn’t wait for you to respond and immediately rushes off into the forest. You don’t think twice before you’re immediately on his trail, the twins keep pace behind you.

You barely register the world around you, relying solely on your instincts to guide you forward. Your eyes are fixed to the azure back just a few branches ahead of you. You become hypnotised by the lean muscle, and swallow thickly as a sheen slowly spreads upon his broad back.

You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of these thoughts before they fall into depravity. You can’t afford to be distracted, not out here at least. The forest is dangerous if you are caught unawares. With renewed focus, you push yourself harder, urging yourself to go faster. You feel the fire of your muscles burning, the ache of your pounding heart, but you relish in the feeling; it is a reminder of your strength, of your training, of being alive.

Up ahead, the spaces between the last tree and the next is too large to clear with a jump, but their branches connect in a bend to the left. You see Rokan veer to the side, taking the safe part. He is still a little ways ahead of you.

You look at the drop, contemplating the odds of you making the jump. It is then you notice the thick vines dangling in the empty space. You smirk to yourself and move even faster than you thought yourself capable of.

You don’t hear the twins both yell out to you as you launch yourself forward, hand outstretched. Your eyes briefly meet Rokan’s as you look to your left. His widen in shock as he watches you fly through the air. Your hands meets vine, and you grab with all your might.

You use the momentum of your flight to propel yourself forward to another vine, repeating the motion once again, before you launch yourself at the flattened branches of the tree ahead. You lurch forwards, coming into a roll as you land. The momentum pushes you forward, and you are instantly back into a sprint.

One quick glance behind and you see Rokan’s shocked face as he just finishes the detour. You don’t even see the twins. You laugh loud and breathlessly, yelling out to them to keep up and to stop being so low. You refuse to wipe the smile off your face as you continue forward. You’re not sure when last you had this much fun. It felt different from when you play with your siblings. There was just something about being around people your own age. Your heart swells with an unknown feeling, and it only makes you smile wider.

From the vantage point in the trees, you can see a large body of water in the distance. It is framed by a cliff side with a waterfall. The darkness of its colour lend credence to its depths. If this was the direction Rokan was going, then it stands to reason that this plunge pool was surely the destination.

You run along the thin branch stretching over the water, and dive down, head first, without hesitation.

In the blink of an eye you’re surrounded by the biting cold of water. You make it half way to the bottom of the pool, before you change direction and start swimming to the top. You breach the surface, taking one big gulp as you make your way to the nearest edge. You pull yourself out, flopping onto your back with a heavy thud. Your eyes are unfocused as you lay there, staring up into the canopy. Your breathing is laborious, and every muscle aches something fierce.

It doesn’t stop the giggle that bubbles up inside you; bursting forth in a cacophony of laughter. You let out a triumphant howl, pumping your firsts into the air victoriously.

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Rokan sees the gap approaching, and knows he can’t make that jump. He sees the side path, and takes it. He’s almost half way when he hears the twins yelling your name somewhere behind him. He looks to his right and is completely stunned by what he sees.

Your silvery form soars through the sky, arm outstretched. His eyes meet yours for the briefest of moments, before you look forward once again. There is a falter to his step as he watches you clear the gap by swinging on the vines. You’re so far ahead now. He sees you look back once he makes it back to the path. He barely makes out your laughter and the tease you throw to the wind for them to keep up.

He stops dead in his tracks.

The twins finally catch up, you’re naught but a white smudge in the distance against the dark greens of the forest.

“This is far enough.” He tells the twins, holding out his arm to stop them from advancing. They stand there silently, the only sound their laboured breaths. Rokan lets out an amused huff as he sees you disappear when you take the dive.

“Heh…Unbelievable.” He shakes his head. He stares at where you once were for but a moment longer, before turning back and making his way toward the village.

“Let’s go.” The twins nod and follow him without question.

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Ten minutes pass; it instead feels something akin to an hour. Anxiety weaves it way into you, deep into the pit of your stomach. There was no sound of bodies hitting water. No laughter from rambunctious boys catching up to you.

You sit on your knees beside the water, soaked, hands clenched tight. Your body starts shaking involuntarily.

At first, you thought perhaps they were afraid to dive, and were searching for a safer way down. But as each minute passed by, the truth became clearer.

They had left you. For reasons you have yet to conjure, they had abandoned you here. You fight the quiver of your lip as tears sting your eyes. But as you are now, you are powerless. You fall to your sudden grief, letting out a straggled cry as tears flow free. You wrap your arms around yourself as you weep.

You are cut deep by unpleasant emotions. These are feelings you are unaccustomed to.

Why did they leave you?

Did you do something to offend them?

What were they thinking?

Did they even want to hang out with you in the first place?

Was this their plan all along?

Were they ever intending to be your friend?

Questions like this flood your mind, drowning you in a sudden wave of self-doubt. You let loose a scream until your throat burns.

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Time passes, and your tears eventually dry. You look at your reflection in the water, and nearly recoil. Your face is red, eyes puffy, angry streaks of dried tears paint your cheeks. You stare intently at yourself then, taking in the golden threads of your braids, and the starlit white of your skin.

You wonder then, if things would have played out differently, had you been born normal looking.

You frown, clenching your teeth as you feel anger slowly start to burn within. You swat away the image angrily, wildly splashing the water about.

It was no secret to you, that you were born different. But it never bothered you. Your family treated you no different from your siblings, and by Eywa neither did any of the Sky People.

So why now? Why them?

…Were they the only ones?

You shake your head, pulling yourself from yet venturing down that train of thought. You take a moment to wash your face. The cool water helps ground you, calming you. You drink deep, sighing contently.

You pull yourself to your feet, and take stock of where exactly you are. You observe your surroundings, trying to find familiarity with the Great Mother’s design. But none of the surrounding area invokes any sort of recognition. You look up into the canopy, and you can vaguely make out the thin branch you dove from. It would seem, the only way back to that tree would be to scale the waterfall. Wonderful.

You sigh in defeat, but nonetheless make your way around the pool to some outcroppings you can scale.

The climb would not normally wind you, but your body still aches from the strain of your sprinting prior. Your mind still reels, broiled in anger from everything that has transpired.

With an angry grunt, you hoist yourself up to the top of the cliff.

You look up from your crouched position, and freeze.

All of your anger, all of your sadness, every turbulent emotion, is rend from your body.

You mind goes blank, mouth suddenly dry, mind blank.

You do not blink.

Drinking from the stream, nought but a few feet away, is a palulukan.

An adult palulukan.

The creatures ears are pointed toward you. It clearly heard you, but did not turn its head to regard you, instead choosing to finish its drink.

There is a lump in your throat, but you are too shaken to even swallow. Fear overwhelms you, and you are unable to move. To run. You know you should let the fear pass over and through you. But repeating mantras was not the same as putting it into practice.

You curse those boys, but most of all, you curse yourself. You should have paid attention. You should have known better. Had you been smarter, more aware, maybe you would have noticed you were running straight into palulukan territory. Your mind is too frazzled to even send silent prayers to the Great Mother.

You don’t even have any of your decent weaponry on you. Fuck.

The creature finishes its drink, and licks it lips before turning its head in your direction.

But when your eyes meet, something strange happens. You expect the creature to growl lowly, lower its stance, as if ready to pounce.

Instead, once your eyes meet, it freezes.

You barely have time to make a confused face, before the palulukan lets out the most terrifying roar you have ever heard.

But it is not the roar of an apex predator warning prey to run.

This was something of fear.

It snarls and bares its fangs, banging its front paws into ground as it roars at you again. But it never moves closer, staying exactly where it was. Still you are frightened by its very visage.

You flinch.

With swiftness you wish you possessed, the creature suddenly turns and sprints off deeper into the forest.

You sit stock still as you listen to its fading footfalls.

‘What was that?’

‘By the Great Mother, what the fuck was that?!’

You bring your hands up to your face, and realise you are shaking. Adrenaline still courses through your veins. You launch yourself up, and sprint in the opposite direction of where the beast ran.

You dare not turn around.

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You make it back to village, but you are far from unscathed.

Small cuts mar your skin. In your haste to escape, you became carless; tripping and tumbling over yourself. Your lucky your hands and feet remain clear, but the same cannot be said for your arms and legs. The adrenaline stops you from feeling any pain.

You stop yourself once you make it into the village, bracing yourself on a nearby tree. You fall to your knees, huffing and puffing. You hand clenches your chest as you desperately try to calm your beating heart; it feels as though it will burst forth from your chest.

“Well, look who made it back! Took you long enough, freak.”

You feel yourself go rigid. The voice beside you, addressing you, belongs to none other than Rokan. You don’t move to look at him. Not that it matters. He instead moves to be in your line of sight. You force yourself to look up and at him. He’s smirking down at you, arms crossed over his chest. You vaguely register the twins standing behind him, crouching to be at your level. They’re quietly laughing as they point at you, whispering to each other.

You struggle with all your might to stand up straight, using the tree as leverage. But your legs are threatening to give out, and you painfully slump back against the tree with a pained grunt.

The boys laugh at you.

His words slice into you. But it is not the clean cut of a swift blade. This is serrated, cutting into you slowly with meaningful precision.

“You really are pathetic, you know that? I can’t believe Eywa cursed Toruk Makto. I’m honestly surprised you even made it back alive right now. How stupid were you to not even notice where we were running, hm?”

“Oh well, and here I thought I could be rid of you…”

“W-why…? I haven’t done…anything…to you…” Getting the words out is laborious as you desperately try to catch your breath.

“Pfft! Why? Is this skxáwng serious?” He playfully nudges one of the boys beside him.

“Let me clue you in on a little secret, freak. We don’t like you—I don’t like you! And did you think I wouldn’t notice? The way you look at me? Disgusting. As if I would ever be interested in a freak.”

You flinch at his words, and cast you gaze downward; too ashamed to meet his eyes.

“Did you really think because you were the daughter of Olo'eyktan, of Toruk Makto, that it made you special? Look at yourself! Your Sky People hair. That pale skin. You will never be true Na’vi. Face it, [Y/N]…Eywa cursed you. Honestly, I was doing the clan a favour by leaving you there.”

You don’t think you’ve ever heard your name said with such disgust, in your entire life. You don’t know what to do, how to react. The deep gnawing pit in your stomach grows with the pain in your heart. You can’t help the silent tears that fall.

There is no sympathy to be had. Rokan simply laughs at you.

“Aww, Rokan. You made it cry, that’s so mean~!” You dare to look up, and feel the cracks in your heart splinter. A girl approaches, nestling herself into Rokan’s side as she stops beside him. You recognise her. Vekya. You were acquaintances at best. What little interactions you two had were always cordial as far as you can recall. But the sneer on her face speaks volumes. Had she always looked at you like this, when you back was turned?

How many in the clan felt the same then?

You’re overcome with anxiety once more. You can’t be around them. Not under their stares. Not under their eyes.

And so you run.

You hear their laughter fade into the background as you sprint away, not entirely caring where you end up.

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You hiccup as you cry at the recollection, your throat clenching painfully. You want to continue, but it would seem your body has other ideas.

Your mother stares at you, the hold on your hands almost painful.

She sees the tears streaming down your face.

She sees the pain in your eyes.

The scars of your heart.

The sorrow in your soul.

And she sees...

RED.

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Author's Note: So you may notice your age is lowered. I went back and decided I want reader to be a bit younger. Also I changed that you and Miles haven't given each other your names yet. Thank you to everyone for your patience!

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smolweeblets · 1 year

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Be my partner forever?

Hange Zoe x GN reader

“Y/n! Glad to see you arrived.” Hange greeted cheerfully as they ushered you in their apartment. It smelled faintly of cinnamon and spruce. The place was nice and homey and looked unexpectedly clean. No offense to your lab partner but they didnt exactly seem like the most organized person.

“Of course id come, we’re partners in this project after all.” You smiled. You were happy when Hange invited you over for your project. They were a joy of a partner to have, and youve always admired them. Being invited to their house felt like a new step in your friendship, even though it was just for school reasons.

“Here, lets go to my room so we can discuss and research everything that we need. I already did a little bit of research myself beforehand though, so everything we need should be spread out on my floor.” You nodded in affirmation while still surveying your surroundings.

The place seemed very lived in, in a good way. Small knick-knacks littered the surfaces. you were willing to bet that almost each of them had a little story, and that Hange would love to ramble about all of them.

Youve harbored a crush for your eccentric classmate for a while now, and everytime they got excited about something its never failed to make you feel the same excitement they have about whatever it is that they were talking about.

“Here we are, sorry if its a little messy, ive been preoccupied with getting everything we needed.” They sheepishly smiled.

“Its fine, theres no need to apologize especially because it really isnt even all that messy.” You could swear they just let out a breath as you said that.

You made your way to their bed and promptly sat down. You opened your phone to check the details of your project and showed them to Hange. They were sat on the floor and hummed in acknowledgement.

“So, we need to get this vial…” It only took a second for you to find what you were looking for because all the materials were neatly labeled with easy to see stickers.

You could help but comment on their almost out of character neatness. “Wow, these are all very organized! I wish my stuff were this neat.”

“Haha, well i wanted my things to look nice since you were visiting. These chemicals usually arent labeled and i just figure things as i go–” They picked up a beaker and swirled it around as if for emphasis.

They then held an almost embarrased smile. “Heh, and well, that may play a part as to why my glasses are so heavy duty… they explode on me– a lot–”

You giggled softly. “Really? What kind of substances do you experiment with so often where they explode that much?”

They awkwardly chuckled as they averted your gaze. “If I told you youd probably leave.”

“Aw, you should know that some chemicals wont just magically make me leave, but i wont press in the issue. Id gladly stay ignorant if i could continue to be with you.” You chuckled as you sit down beside them and put your hand on their shoulder.

They heat up at the contact and at your words.

They cleared their throat. “Well then– we should uh, start soon yeah?”

“Oh yeah! Sorry, lets start” You looked down to the vial in your hands and tried to remember what to do next.

“I think we mix a few drops of that with this stuff” They held up a beaker so you could see the label.

“Oh yeah! Then the result should be the first common solution for everything else right?”

“Yep! Exactly!” They excitedly chirped.

Time flew by fast as the both of you worked together. Hange already knew all the steps beforehand, but they kept asking you questions and let you do things throughout because you were absolutely adorable when you enthusiastically answered sonething you knew about.

You didnt notice or mind all the questions, even though they were supposedly the smartest kid in class. You were just happy the both of you spending time together.

Hanges hands brushed with yours several times, and almost always it causes them to jolt a little. They cant help it, years of pining can have detrimental effects on a person. Everytime you get something wrong and sheepishly laugh, they find that all they want to do is kiss you and tell you its alright. They find themselves settling with just the latter, as difficult as it is. And every time you thank them for something, the try their hardest not to squeal and roll around the floor in happiness.

Before the both of you knew it, you were almost finished with the project. The sky was already dark yet neither of you wanted this moment to end.

“So, after we do this, we should be done! Working with you has been such a pleasure, I hope youre my lab partner again in the future!”

“I agree! Hell, you should be my lab partner forever, since we both love working with each other so much.” Their eyes widened as they realized the implications of what they said. They quickly scrambled to fix that, they didnt want you to have the wrong idea. Saying that was dumb, they should stop just saying everything that came to mind. Their mind was racing as they spoke.

“Well– i mean, uh, as long as school allows it because, obviously being lab partners forever is just quite impossible and i dont think wed even know each other for that long, i mean not that i dont want to but im just saying and uhh…” Their words stopped in their throat as they felt your hand holding theirs.

“No, I think forever sounds good” You smiled at them as you intertwined your hands together. A newfound confidence has found you. And you were going to make the most of it.

“We could work on something friday night, around… 5pm? Is that okay for you?”

“What– I mean yes! Yes of course im good at that time! Im good whenever!” Their words were failing them, but words really could not show their enthusiasm for your proposition.

“Great! I like the aspect of us working together, and i would like for it to be forever, i also would like to stay close with you forever.”

Hange was a blushing mess and couldnt believe their ears. Were you saying you like them?

They never would have expected this in a thousand years, they were fully expecting you just go on with your life and they would just watch quietly by the side. But your were saying you wanted to be together. With them.

Its almost like a dream come true to them. They could only stare at you wide-eyed as you smiled at them.

After staring at each other for what felt like hours, stood up to stretch.

“I think i have to go now, this has been a great day with you, im hoping we will have many more moments like this in the future.” You winked as put emphasis on the ‘many’, letting their imagination run wild.

“Uh– yeah… same here.”

And with that, you got your bag and left Hange a flustred, blushing mess. Oh how they could not wait for friday.

#hange x reader #aot x reader #hange zoë #hange zoe #hange x y/n #hange zoe x you #hange zoe x reader #hange x reader aot #hange zoe x reader aot

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hanjizoo · 1 year

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what he’s like in bed…(pt. 1!!)

(ship: seo changbin x male reader)

(disclaimer!!: this is smut(lemon)!! so, there are some acts of degradation and edging, etc. it is also somewhat hardcore. if you don’t like any of these topics, do not read and do not comment anything hateful!!)

changbin is way stronger than he thinks and realizes and it sometimes can cause issues…

personally, i think changbin is 100% a dom-top; maybe that’s just because i’m a huge bottom and love buff men…anyway, changbin is clearly strong, but i think he’s stronger than he actually looks. so strong, he doesn’t realize it sometimes. changbin is that guy who thinks with the wrong head sometimes. if it feels good to his dick, that pleasure tends to cloud his thoughts completely and unintentionally disregards anything else. with that information, changbin has accidentally hurt you a couple of times during sex(pounds too hard, hands accidentally squeezing you too tight, leaves bruises on accident). he always apologizes, and kinda goes over the top when he does… “i’m so sorry i hurt you, baby. i promise i didn’t mean to at all. are you okay? where does it hurt? here, let me kiss it and make it better. we can stop for tonight, okay? let me hold you.”

some of his favourite positions are really hot…and also very dynamic?

changbin is very fun and curious when it comes to different positions. of course, he likes the typical and “boring” ones as well, but only if he’s horny out of his mind and just needs to fuck you. changbin really enjoys both cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. when it comes to cowgirl, he absolutely loves seeing you ride him. he loves to see your cock, dripping pre-cum, bouncing up and down in his face. he also loves how you hold onto his chest while you ride him, he finds your hands leaning onto him for support so attractive. the way you hold yourself so confidently while you ride his dick is so hot to him. when you have the stamina to, you don’t use his chest as a support. instead, you sit straight up on his cock and try your best to bounce even though his cock makes your knees tremble. when it comes to reverse cowgirl, he doesn’t care for it usually but still enjoys it. you are still riding his cock so he’s still gonna be happy either way. he doesn’t like that he can’t see your face and the visible pleasure on it in this position. believe it or not, the pleasure you omit(whether it’s your wet cock, your orgasm, your quiet whimpers and loud screams, or the immense pleasure plastered onto your face), actually contributes a ton to changbin’s knot in his tummy getting ready to explode. only you can make him feel so nervous like you do. only you can make him cum so fast and hard like he does. anyway, back to reverse cowgirl, it’s common for you to run out of stamina. not for changbin though, i mean, he does work out after all. he has to have some stamina to an extent that keeps him in a workout mindset, even when it hurts and burns. with that being said, when you run out of stamina to bounce on changbin’s dick any more, you slowly pull yourself off and slowly turn to changbin, wanting to switch into a different position that’ll let you rest and regain some stamina. changbin loves that you think you’re gonna be a pillow prince and not ride his dick, so he grabs ahold of your hips and rams you back down onto his cock without any warning. now, changbin is pretty big, pretty thick as well. your hole is tight, and your prostate was waiting to be felt. so one time, you pulled this stunt and tried to remove yourself from his dick, but he didn’t like that idea so when he did slam you back down onto his cock, you instantly and unexpectedly came, shooting your cum onto your stomach and far out onto the sheets. needless to say, that was very arousing to the both of you and maybeee you got fucked again…or twice…or three more times that night… “holy shit, baby. look how messy the sheets are. all from my cock slamming into you, hm? get on your knees, i’m gonna fuck you again. now take this cock, slut.”

changbin is definitely one to tease and deny your pleasure…

we all saw this one coming…changbin is a huge tease during sex. he likes to change up the sex routine a lot so it’s not the same every time, so edging is something he loves to do to you. when it comes to edging, he likes to see how long you can go without cumming or crying(though he could care less if you cry but it’s all consensual of course and he does many check-ups on you to make sure the colour is still green). each time he decides to do a round of edging, he tries to beat last round’s time and go even longer. he most generally likes to edge you with his hands if he doesn’t have any toys or devices on him at that moment. he’ll grip your dick at the base that way it’ll prevent any cum coming out of your tip. he also likes to jack you off at a fast pace, making you close enough to cumming, and then quickly snatches his hand off of your dick and leaves you for a couple of minutes so your cock will calm back down. then of course he’ll start it alllll over again. he really enjoys hearing you scream, even cry. he loves to see your thighs squeeze into each other and your pathetic attempt to fuck the open air in order to get some friction for your release. when it comes to toys, changbin has tried a handful on you, including: vibrators, cock-rings, anal plugs, and strokers. he loves experimenting on you and making you sob because of the pleasure he’s making you feel. he’s even tried all toys at once just to deny you an amazing orgasm you wouldn’t later experience for another couple of hours. teasing goes hand-in-hand with changbin’s edging. while he’s denying you orgasms, he’ll feel you up all over your body, squeezing your thighs or pinching your nipples. he’ll also kiss your neck or your chest in order to make you want more. he also looooves to tease you with that tongue of his; loves to lick and/or suck the sensitive spots on your skin… “you look so fucking beautiful when you cry for me, (y/n). you can go a couple more hours, can’t you? no, you can’t cum, silly boy, i haven’t used my favourite toy yet. now be a good boy and scream for me, i want my members to hear how fucking pathetic you are.”

(note: if you have any requests for some more small imagines like these, totally leave a request on my page or contact me personally!!)

xo, kai <3.

#skz #skz hard thoughts #skz imagines #seo changbin #skz x male reader #seo changbin x male reader

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The twins with a Dilf reader

Like reader is a full on Dilf

Big Dilf energy

Mega Dilf

Is unaware of how Dilf he is

But the twins know

They know how much Dilf energy Reader radiates

kudos to our dilf kings out there, this is for you Submas x Dilf reader

Reader uses He/They pronouns! NSFW MENTION IN HERE 🔞 ADULTS ONLY

As if taking care of a Pokemon wasn't already enough work, you were the father of a son as well. Your son came unexpectedly in your life, coming from a broken relationship. Your previous partner was kind to you but not to your son and when you found out about your child's mistreatment, you immediately reported it and gained full custody after a month of deliberation. Your son, Ronin, was doing much better now. Over the past two years, you've been slow and steady with him, going to therapy to ensure his mental well being and happiness. He's doing much better now which made you more relieved. You were so focused in taking care of your son that you weren't really allowing yourself to have the opportunity too seek out romantic partners. Obviously you would have liked to have a partner or two, but where would you go and look? Generally speaking, people entertain the idea of dating a dad but not committing to the dad's kid. Then one day, it happened. You were absolutely certain Ronin was right next to you but when you were exiting the subway train, he didn't follow behind you, and subsequently was left behind.

When you realized what happened, you tried to turn back in time but it was too late. The doors had closed and the subway train took off. "No, NO, wait!!!" you yelled as the train took off.

When you exited the train, someone came with you. Emmet, one of the subway bosses noticed you.

"I am Emmet," he said with a smile. "Can I-"

"My kid was on that train, he's all alone!"

Immediately, Emmet's eyes widen and he pulls out a walkie talkie from his jacket pocket. He immediately conveys the urgency of the situation, a 7 year old child all alone on a train by himself! Terrible scenarios played through your mind but immediately, Emmet takes control of the situation, taking your hand and swiftly guiding you onto the next Subway train.

While on the train, you give Emmet an accurate description of Ronin, including the clothes he was wearing. He relays that information through his radio. It was an agonizing 15 minute wait until you saw your child again.

When you exited to the next station, you saw Subway Boss Ingo with your son in his lap, reading to him the book he had brought on the train with him.

"Noo, you're kidding!" Ronin giggled and laughed.

"No, I'm quite serious. There was a time a train exploded because someone's bottom was much too big. They sat on something and it resulted in the train breaking," Ingo said with a smile in his voice but not his face.

"Ronin!" You cry out as you run over, arms wide and ready.

Ronin sees and hears you and gently gets off Ingo's lap before running over to you, hugging your legs. You immediately kneel down to inspect him, turning his head this way and that, asking questions if he was hurt.

Ronin giggled, not aware of how dangerous the situation was at all and happily chirped, "No! I'm ok. Mr. Ingo was here."

You sigh, relieved and thank the twins profusely, apologizing for the trouble. The twins can't help but to blush when they see your smile.

You were eye candy to the twins and you were as sweet as you were handsome. Emmet originally approached you because he thought you were attractive but as you were on the train ride with him, he saw how much you loved your son. Ingo was charmed by your doting nature, as he envisioned himself to be in your shoes every once in a while, having daydreams of fatherhood.

After that day, you began to see them more often. You would see Ingo during the morning and Emmet in the evening usually, due to the trains you took to get from Anville Town to Nimbasa City. They were always kind to you and Ronin.

Ingo and Emmet would talk not just to you, but Ronin as well. When it was the morning, you eventually picked up on the habit of buying Ingo a cup of coffee and a cup of cocoa for Ronin, the three of you enjoying your hot drinks as you rode the train. Ronin loved when Ingo was reading books to him so much that Ingo went and bought children's books about trains for him. During the evening train ride, Emmet would allow Ronin to play with one of his Joltiks, but there would be a chance in which Ronin fell asleep. One time he fell asleep in Emmet's lap.

You weren't really aware of what kind of effect you had on the twins, despite how much time you've spent together by now. You were a handsome man, a sweet father, and a kind friend. You had a toothy grin, had a great belly laugh, and loved their company. The twins wanted to rail you verrrry badly.

Emmet jokes about calling you "daddy," wondering if you'd like to be called that. Ingo thinks about you in bed at night, thinking about not just a loving domestic house life with you, but how you are in bed, your pretty mouth around his fat cock… Emmet really wants a piece of your ass, wondering if you liked to be the bottom or the top. Either way, both twins really want you.

You're sort of unaware of all this still, having spent so long not dating anyone. You haven't dated anyone since you took custody of Ronin so you were pretty oblivious to all of the flirting the two tried to do. Not to say you didn't like the twins, you really did. But the idea of both twins wanting to date you and be a potential father for Ronin is beyond you. You just saw yourself as a Joe Schmoe kind of guy, not realizing just how fucking good you are.

The twins agonize over this. They want to convey that they like you! But it's hard to do that when Ronin is constantly with you since they don't want to impose on him as well.

But they'll figure out a way to talk to you. To get to know you, they really want to date you now. The twins sigh and lament, trying to figure out a way to ask you out.

One day, both of the twins are riding the morning train with you. Ronin immediately runs up to them and hugs them both, hugging Ingo first to which Emmet pouts, "Where's my hug?" Ronin laughs and hugs him immediately after.

You all sit down with drinks for everyone and make small talk for a while. Ronin is excited because there's a classroom Pokemon, a Caterpie that everyone is taking care of. Emmet talks excitedly about whether or not they get to battle with it. Ingo talks extensively about how to care for one.

Before you exit the train, you tell the twins, "By the way, check your guys' cups." The twins blink and stare at the cup you've given them to see your phone number on there! They stand there, baffled, faces red and you give them a wink and a smile before departing. The twins wait for you to leave, their eyes on your backside until you disappear before they start hollering and hooting about who gets to go on a date with you first.

#pokemon x reader #ingo x reader #emmet x reader #nobori x reader #kudari x reader #submas x reader #pokmeon emmet x reader #pokmeon ingo x reader #child abuse #toxic parents #child abuse mention #toxic parents mention #submas

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writing-nebula · 1 year

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MayBlade Day 2

Day 2 Prompt: School

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There were several reasons Ginga wasn’t a fan of school.

Classes were boring, and sitting still for so long just made him so antsy, like he was just gonna explode- and it was scarily similar to the feeling right before he shifted unexpectedly, making it difficult enough to tell the difference to put him on edge all day, nearly every day.

On top of that, gym class was a nightmare.

It used to be that just about any liquid could cause him to shift, if enough of it touched his skin. Water thrown by someone, other people’s sweat (which was also really gross, but happened sometimes anyway), rain, even slipping and falling in wet grass or mud had caused the shift before, he’d lost track of how many times Hyoma had to cause a distraction- and usually get detention for said distraction- so he could scramble for a bush or the bleachers before his legs ceased to exist and his whole class found out his secret.

Sure, Kazuo was helping him get better control over it, but it’d still happened since then, so he still had to be just as careful. And he couldn’t tell his dad, he’d worked so hard to convince him that he had enough control to go to school with Hyoma in the first place, even if he didn’t like school as a whole, he didn’t want to lose it! The only real chance to interact with other kids his age!

…Even if he never really talked to any of them, only Hyoma, because all the other kids thought he was weird. The bad kind of weird, the kind that made people avoid you.

But he had Hyoma, and it was way better than being cooped up at home all day. So no, he didn’t like school all that much, but that didn’t mean he wanted to give it up.

…Today he found himself questioning that resolve when he remembered that his first class was without Hyoma, meaning he was left alone in his fighting to stay awake at way-too-early o’clock, listening to a teacher who was about as interesting as watching grass grow.

Said teacher’s voice had long since faded to the background, something about good vacations and ‘don’t let the giving spirit end’, and Ginga was just watching the little window in the door, silently taking note of what teachers and staff walked by.

And that was why, when someone stopped in front of the door, Ginga was the first to sit up, and the only one not surprised when the door opened, a girl his age poking her head in to look around.

“Excuse me young lady,” the teacher- whose name he couldn’t remember for the life of him, but he was pretty sure it sounded like an animal- squinted at the girl over his glasses, the impassive drone of his voice changing just slightly.

“What are you doing in here? You should be in class.”

The girl huffed out a sigh, walking in completely and letting the door swing shut behind her. She smiled politely at the teacher, clasping her hands behind her back.

“This is my class, actually, my name is Madoka Amano. I just transferred here, and there was nobody at the front desk when I came in so I decided to come find my class myself, so I wouldn’t be even more late.”

Ginga perked up, a smile sliding onto his face.

Someone new? In the middle of the school year? Someone who didn’t just know him as the weird kid always picking fights with bullies and trying to avoid gym?

“...Ah, yes,” the teacher responded after shuffling through the papers stacked on his desk, “my apologies, er- welcome to class then. You can go ahead and take a seat, and then we’ll get started.”

The girl- Madoka, he really wanted to remember her name- nodded and turned to scan the room, her gaze briefly falling on Ginga before landing on the empty desk next to him, and he about started bouncing in his seat when she walked over to sit next to him. He shot her a friendly grin that she actually returned as she pulled out her books and things.

Okay, maybe it’ll be a little better in this class now!

He turned to the front to try and pay attention, now wide awake with the prospect of a possible new friend.

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…Nope, he still had no idea what had been talked about, too distracted by the new girl to pay much attention.

But hey! That was a problem for later Ginga, now Ginga had someone to introduce himself to!

He practically leapt from his seat to stand next to her desk, smiling again when she looked at him questioningly. “Hi, I’m Ginga!”

Madoka looked surprised, but to his delight she chuckled, adjusting the goggles on her head before she stood up.

“Nice to meet you, Ginga! I’m Madoka, if you didn’t hear before- I’d love to stay and talk, but I’m apparently finding my own way around and I don’t wanna be late…”

No wait but you seem nice-

“I-I could help you find your next class!” he offered quickly, bouncing in place a little, “I know the school pretty well, and my next teacher usually doesn’t mind if I’m a couple minutes late anyway!”

For a moment he thought he might be overstepping- she made a funny face that he really didn’t know how to read, but then she smiled and hurriedly grabbed the rest of her things. “If it’s no trouble I’d really appreciate that! My next class is social studies, but I wasn’t given any teacher names, so…”

Yes!

He did a little dance in his head, because he actually did know where that would be!

“Yeah, I gotcha!” he nodded, showing another of his brightest grins, “c’mon, it’s not far!”

They kept talking as he showed her the way to her next class, and apparently she was transferred so suddenly because she’d just moved here, and didn’t want to wait so long to start school again.

(Personally, Ginga would wait to wait a lot longer before going back to school but to each their own he supposed)

He also found out that she’d lived around here before, when she was little, and she was really hoping to find her best friend from back then too. She promised to introduce them if she did, because she thought they’d get along well.

By the time Ginga made it to his next class, he was more than just a few minutes late. Luckily his teacher believed that he was helping out a new student and not just goofing around, so he was able to sit in his usual spot without any trouble, kicking his feet excitedly and letting out a giddy little laugh when Hyoma sent a funny look his way.

I made a new friend!

How could he be expected to focus on class after that?

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“She might be in our lunch period, yeah,” Hyoma allowed, having to hold Ginga back from sprinting off as soon as he said it. “But that doesn’t mean you can just run right up to her, you helping her to her class doesn’t mean she’ll sit with you.”

It wasn’t that he didn’t want Ginga to have more friends, he just didn’t want him getting his hopes up- people could be mean, and he very rarely saw it coming.

“I know, I know,” his friend sighed, though he didn’t look very deterred, “but really, I think you’ll like her! She’s really smart, and she wears these cool goggles, I’ll have to ask where she got them-”

Ginga was still talking as they entered the cafeteria, but Hyoma didn’t bother stopping him- it wasn’t like he could be heard over the roar of chattering students, everyone talking about anything at once, he could barely hear himself think, let alone whatever someone else was talking about.

(Hyoma didn’t like the cafeteria, not one bit. Too loud, too crowded, and too few places to escape if Ginga started getting fishy in the middle of lunch, it made him nervous)

He was already heading for their usual table in the corner, near a door and as far away from where the bullies sat as possible, so he nearly toppled over when the ball of energy attached to his arm suddenly yanked him in another direction entirely.

“I saw her! She’s over here!” Ginga cheered over the rest of the crowd, and Hyoma could only sigh and go along with him, shooting their empty table a longing glance.

To Ginga’s credit, the girl was smiling and waving them over, so he couldn’t worry too much about some misunderstanding, but the shorter boy sitting next to her looked uncomfortable- or maybe embarrassed? Embarrassed to be seen with them?

“Hey Madoka!” Ginga greeted his apparent new friend cheerfully, plopping down in the seat across from her without a care in the world. “This is my friend Hyoma- and who’s that with you?”

Annnd now he had to sit down. Curse extroverts.

“Hey Hyoma,” Madoka smiled at him as well, then nudged the green-haired boy, who’d been avoiding looking at either of them thus far. “This is Kenta, I met him in my math class.”

Shy? Or did he not want them over here?

...Actually, he was pretty sure this kid sat behind him in history, so it wasn’t like they were complete strangers, they’d probably had brief conversations here and there.

Ginga hadn’t picked up on whatever it was, but that was no surprise- he was only ever observant when other kids were getting picked on, a trait Hyoma would assume was trouble-seeking if he didn’t already know that trouble found him either way, and Ginga just liked helping people along the way.

“Come on, Kenta,” he faintly heard while he was digging through his lunch bag (one of the many upsides to Ginga’s dad’s store- they never had to buy stuff for lunch) and he looked up to see Madoka nudging Kenta again, a little frown on her face, “see, he’s not intimidating- he’s like a puppy!”

He’d watched Kenta in class before, and shy was not a word he’d associate him with, so this was already abnormal. But ‘like a puppy’ was clearly Ginga, who else? And in that case- intimidating?

Hyoma was of the mind that Ginga and intimidating barely belonged in the same language as each other, let alone the same sentence.

But despite that, Kenta definitely looked nervous, tugging at a bracelet and glancing between Ginga and the table.

(Ginga was, of course, being as un-intimidating as possible, inhaling a sandwich like he breathed ham instead of air- which just reinforced the question of what the heck had Kenta seen)

“Um!”

They all jumped when Kenta spoke up abruptly, and Hyoma had to give Ginga a good slap on the back when his ham-breathing failed him before he could focus on the other boy, who had stood up and was now staring intently at the redhead, lunch tray seemingly forgotten.

“Ginga, I- I wanted to thank you!”

Ginga just stared at him, sandwich remains in hand.

“Uh- why? What for?”

The embarrassment returned, Hyoma could tell in the way his shoulders drew up, but Kenta kept going.

“Um, well- on my first day, Benkei and some of his gang were picking on me, b-because I was new, ‘nd I’m short for my age, and everybody was just walking by and ignoring it, but- but you didn’t!”

He sat down again, but this time he was smiling at Ginga, looking grateful. “You tried to stop them, and even when Kyoya himself came over you stood up to him! It was- I thought it was really cool, and I never got to thank you for helping me, so…”

…Huh, now that was a new one for both of them. All Ginga usually got for shutting up Kyoya was detention.

He took it in stride though, absolutely lighting up in a grin, already talking a mile a minute, and Hyoma couldn’t help a chuckle escaping when Kenta actually joined in.

He went to give Madoka an amused look, since she was clearly more of the quiet sort, but she seemed distracted, mouthing what looked like ‘Kyoya?’ before looking around the cafeteria, eyebrows furrowed and a frown tugging at her lips.

That’s strange, he noted, frowning to himself, Ginga said she lived here when she was younger, maybe she recognized his name?

He looked away when she looked back, not wanting to be caught staring, and settled in to quietly eat his lunch, curious but content to watch Ginga and Kenta go back and forth about some card game he’d never heard of, and another brief look at Madoka showed much the same, though she also piped up with a comment every so often.

…Still, through the rest of lunch he couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t eat much, and kept looking around with that same frown- one time she looked angry, and she didn’t speak up after that, just picking at her food.

Hm, something to keep an eye on.

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Two! He had two new friends! In one day!!

Madoka was nice, smart, actually seemed interested in what he was saying, and since she was new to the area he could show her around, take her to his dad’s store and then show her all the best places to hang out and get food- or, well, did it count as new if she’d just moved back? Was she re-new? Maybe things were still pretty similar- but they hadn’t moved here until he and Hyoma were ten, so she definitely didn’t know the shop, he could start there and see what else might be new to her, maybe.

And Kenta! He remembered Kenta, he’d just started this year, and Kyoya’s goons loved going after new kids- he needed to remember to warn Madoka about that- and he’d seen them picking on him on the way to lunch, but didn’t get to talk to him afterwards because he spent that lunch in the office for ‘starting a fight’.

(Kyoya’s the one who always started it, he didn’t understand why he never got in trouble for being such a bully to everyone…)

But now they’d gotten to meet properly, Kenta even wanted to introduce him to a new game, and he and Madoka already got along, and they both got along with Hyoma even though he was quiet! He was gonna have so much to tell his dad when he got home, and even more to tell Kazuo when he came over tomorrow, it was gonna be great.

“See you guys tomorrow!” Kenta waved to them before hurrying off to the bus line, while Madoka stayed with him and Hyoma as they left the school, though she’d been looking around a lot since school had ended- maybe she was still looking for that old friend she’d mentioned?

Oh, that reminded him-

“You never told me your friend’s name!” he pointed out, getting the attention of both (both!!) his friends, Hyoma curious and Madoka embarrassed.

“Right, yeah, forgot I mentioned that, heh…”

She looked away, suddenly seeming uncomfortable with the subject, “um, I think I might’ve found him already, I just haven’t gotten a good look at him or any chance to talk to him yet…”

“Oh, really?” he noticed her change in mood, of course he did, but couldn’t figure out why she’d be uncomfortable, so he just started looking around too. “Do you see him now, or do you think he takes the bus?”

He could hear a lot of people laughing, which could either be absolutely nothing or Kyoya, but he tried to ignore it on the off chance it was nothing.

Madoka snorted, and he caught her looking towards the laughter too even when she rolled her eyes. “I think his dad would have an aneurysm if he ever stepped foot on a bus, but on the other hand I doubt he cares enough to pick him up, so… He probably walks, if it’s actually him that I…”

She trailed off as the crowds thinned out a bit, and it was revealed that the laughing was from Kyoya’s group, gathered around a kid he vaguely recognized from one of his classes.

Kyoya was right up front, of course, with that smirk on his face that made Ginga want to punch him. Or bite him.

…Mostly bite.

“Just leave it Ginga, there are too many of them,” Hyoma murmured from his shoulder, but he couldn’t just stand there when those jerks were tormenting someone, it wasn’t like the teachers would help, so who else would stop them when everyone else just ignored-

His train of thought was abruptly derailed when Madoka shoved her backpack into his arms and marched towards the group, shoulders set like his dad when he dealt with people trying to steal and a scowl on her face that could probably rival Kyoya’s.

“Kyoya Tategami!”

…Which was where she was headed, apparently- he was surprised at how loud she could be, nearly every kid still in the area was watching her as she stomped up to Kyoka and crossed her arms, glaring at him like she wanted to punch him now. “What are you doing!? What, did you just lose all sense of kindness and decency when I moved away??”

Ginga gasped, and next to him he heard a quiet ‘no way’ from Hyoma as they- and everyone else- watched Kyoya’s eyes go wide with shock, the school-wide bully actually taking a step back.

“M- Madoka!?”

He looked at Hyoma, his friend looking back with just as much confusion, and for once, they ran to the gathered crowd together.

I gotta hear this story-

#mayblade 2023 #mayblade #beyblade metal saga #metal fight beyblade #mfb #beyblade au #gingka hagane #hyoma beyblade #madoka amano #kenta yumiya #kyoya tategami

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myburntwritings · 6 months

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Last night I had a dream that I was at The Burnt City. This is not a new occurrence, trust me. What was new was that I actually ended up seeing some of the show... though, not as I'd ever seen it before. Usually, I end up that I'm late for some reason, or that the show is going on somewhere else, or I'm in the set but no performers are. It's a tangled web, my brain.

It started as one of those dreams where I was trying to get ready and nothing was going right. I was in a hostel-type space, sharing a room with at least a dozen people. Next door, the performers were all getting ready, and Lily, who was to be our Persephone that show, was unexpectedly sick. But instead of switching her out for another Persephone, they started the show early with a scene out in Woolwich, with Persephone attempting to die in order to return to the Underworld.

Unlike every time she had done this before, this time Persephone was revived, taking a deep breath and opening her eyes. Then, Mallory and Kat, playing new characters Evelyn and Iris, both jumped in front of the ambulance to take Persephone's place in the trip to Hades.

I was stood with Sam Booth's Hades, watching from afar. He told me that this was a catastrophe, and that he could not let these women reach Troy. They would break his realm and return the shades to the world, where they would destroy it with their renewed war.

I followed Hades inside, where we went through a labyrinth of rooms and corridors beneath Troy, trying to prepare for the women's arrival and put them off. I was the only person following Hades, like an entire show 1:1, as there was no way for anyone else to find us.

We found multiple new characters, all dressed in nothing more than the finale grey pants, working in a rustbelt/steampunk manner, making me think of the musical Hadestown. We arrived at the banks of the rivers, which was actually a great circular metal door from an intricate series of pipes large enough to row a small boat down each one.

Evelyn tumbled out of the door, dripping wet. She stood and faced off with Hades.

"Travelling by Lethe has its problems, but it can be useful. Cocytus, however... Perfect for our needs."

She took out a vial of water from her clothes and threw it over Hades. He blinked and stared, confused, blank.

Evelyn chose chaos. She threw Lethe water at Hades. He can't remember.

My mind is exploding.

I convinced Hades of who he was, and what was happening. Thankfully it wasn't enough Lethe water to completely wipe his memory for long, and we set off again. This time, looking for Iris, who has not shown up.

We return to the main set of Troy, where all characters are now in the finale pants. The black-masked staff are all dressed like they work in the steampunk version of Troy, trying to wrangle audience into signing their lives away, and trying to order the characters back onto their loops.

The characters are so far off their loops, it is just as Evelyn wanted - complete and utter chaos. I see Kronos and Polydorus playing dice, gambling with Polymestor's life.

Clytemnestra is in the Peep windows with Agamemnon looking on.

Hades takes me back to his office. He needs to know what happened to his wife. I keep trying to convince him to save his realm first, but he won't listen to me.

Once a wife guy, always a wife guy.

I'm considering leaving him to find Iris myself, but then I wake up.

#the burnt city #punchdrunk #dream #live inside a dream for sure

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diorsbrando · 1 year

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URYU ISHIDA WHO CANT GO A DAY WITHOUT KISSING YOU BREATHLESS uryu ishida who can’t stay out when ur neck is bare and he just wants to mark ya up I’m crying

HEWWOOO NONNIE! please tell me, you have to be the same person that has sent me all those asks about him before ! i love your asks because we as a unit don't talk about him enough🥲😭😭

but you are so so sauuurr correct!! poor guy is just so smitten with you and once he gets comfortable enough with you and comes to terms with that himself he's just unstoppable </3 he's like an adorable, brooding dark-haired leech that sucks out your life force with every chance he gets by kissing you :( ofc being who he is he's more inclined to have some self-control (that doesn't mean he won't be glued to your side the whole time he's out, a hand will always be around your waist or on the small of your back) but when you guys are alone together???? be PREPARED to be kissed silly until your lips are swollen or you can't breathe. or both, since deep down that's what uryu prefers :)))))))

he just...since he didn't really get that much intimacy and affection as a child, i think all of it would come exploding in your relationship, and he'd be trying to get as much of it as he can (perhaps it's because he has a deep-rooted anxiety and fear that people don't stick around and they'll leave in one or another, intentionally or not????) and once he has that first taste of your lips-- in the dead of night, standing against the door to his bedroom with one hand on the skin of your waist and the other cupping your face gently-- he literally melts into the kiss, drinking up your soft sighs and whines into his mouth like he drank a glass of his favorite beverage after being parched for so long. kisses with you were like that first sip of water when you first woke up in the morning.

and from here, his addiction with kissing you grew. it's like you said, he can't go a day without kissing you. and on some days (like if the both of you were spending time at his place or yours) and when feeling particularly needy, he couldn't even go a few hours without kissing some part of your body. he'd so awkward and tsundere about it though, when he wanted a kiss, or 10, or just a long, sensual make out sensation that usually ended with the two of you panting and moaning for each other and how good one was making the other feel. he'd definitely glare at you and act 'annoyed' if you called out just how much uryu loved to kiss (on) you but then be right behind you or next to you trying to get his fill on your soft skin, on your touch, on the warmth you gave him. and when he was feeling a little needy and longing for you, surprisingly he got bolder and more confident in his actions. you could be typing away at your laptop at the dining table, or reading a book-- wearing next to nothing, clad in one of his zip-up hoodies, a tank top and panties-- he unexpectedly took hold of your throat, forcing you to look at him so he could give you a slow, intentionally messy kiss. he felt your pulse quicken in his grasp, and a fleeting thought of how much he wanted to mark up your pretty little neck and chest in love bites soon took hold. he felt his cock twitch when he slipped his tongue in your mouth and you moaned for more. GOD he was so addicted to you it was becoming a serious problem.

one he didn't want to be resolved <33 wow i love him. i had a 'plot' for this but just ended up rambling on :,) he's so cute

#—sosa’s thoughts💭#🍫—asks!#nonnie!#uryū < 3 #i love having a bleach brain rot <3 #wow this....turned into a thing. LMOASIDFHDO #anyways ummm i hope this made sense and i hope u like it

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xaracosmia · 15 days

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ꕥ — WELCOME TO MARE COSMIA, SUA. 🌗

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: xing age: 23 pronouns: he/him ooc contact: shineonthesea @ twt other characters in xc: akito shinonome, cain knightley, yukari takeba

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

name: Sua age: 23 pronouns: she/her series: Alien Stage canon point: up to date

app triggers: death, “killing game”, humans treated as pets, aliens, guns

personality: Sua is elusive. That’s the way it is, whether she cares for it or not. She doesn’t seek attention, nor does she shun it. She always acts unexpectedly, doing against what others might assume of her. She likes it that way.

Sua is not someone who’s defined so easily. That’s the way she likes it.

Sua is someone who’s more direct with her words, although this doesn’t mean she’s impenetrable. She’s simply bolder than the average person, but she still has sensitive feelings despite the facade she puts up.

Her eyes lack liveliness. They have for years now.

But they brighten up when she sees her universe. She gives Sua life, a real smile, and the feeling of being alive.

Sua’s well-spoken, polite, and poses as the perfect idol. She loves singing and only wishes to share her music with the world. That’s what she says. That’s what her parents and teachers have expected her to say. She only exists for others’ entertainment.

But her decision to sacrifice herself to allow Mizi to continue living… Well, Ivan called her a hypocrite for it. That word stains her. But her dream is Mizi’s dream.

something your muse struggles with: little to no excitement or purpose, self-sacrificial

your muse’s greatest strength: her hard work to maintain her air of perfection

history / background: The world of Alien Stage is quite vague, but it supposedly takes place in a world where humans have left Earth and are second to aliens. Aliens take in humans as pets and raise them. In this Alien World, a popular reality show known as Alien Stage is super popular right now, but it revolves around singing in order to ensure survival. Whoever gets eliminated will be terminated on the spot— this usually manifests in the singer’s collar exploding and killing them immediately. Otherwise, the aliens might shoot them. Whatever is more entertaining at the time.

This seems to be turning around, as the treatment of humans in the show is starting to become controversial— with some aliens protesting having humans as pets.

Humans don’t usually know who their parents are and refer to their alien owners as their parents or guardians. Sua refers to hers as her parents, but it seems like she is mostly treated as someone who must be beautiful and succeed.

She was enrolled in Anakt Garden, which is a music kindergarten meant to help humans grow up and learn how to sing and perform— they are known for having the highest survival rates in the galaxy. From there, most of its graduates go on to participate in Alien Stage— it’s a great honor to take part in it according to her instructors at Anakt. During the humans’ studies there, they would have a sort of recess for their “psychological well-being”.

At Anakt Garden, Sua would spend her mandated playtime singing. One day, a pink haired girl named Mizi would always listen to Sua’s singing after class— one day, she sang along by accident, and Sua heard her. They’ve been close and inseparable since.

When it came to their time in Alien Stage, they were up against each other during the first round. They resolved to sing a duet, but Sua lost by one point.

She died instantly via an explosion through her collar.

powers / abilities: None

inherent abilities:

Singing - Sua’s an idol. She loves singing the most, especially with her best friend Mizi… even without Mizi, she’ll continue to sing.

Studious - She's hard working, making sure to keep up with her studies by reviewing them nightly during her time at Anakt Garden.

Self-sacrificial - To round out the S’s… But this goes hand in hand. Is she self-sacrificial or is she just selfish? For a world without Mizi is not a world worth living in.

items / weapons:

She has nothing lmfaooo

starting ability: n/a starting item: n/a

extra: I MISS HER

Thanks oli alien stage encyclopedia for making sua possible

discord id: goddessdescent

#xc application #mun: xing #mare cosmia

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notmoreflippingelves · 6 months

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A, E, M?

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

*whispers* Elena/Esteban (EoA S3 era or afterward). Either just the two of them or an OT3 w/ a third character( that I won't spoil b/c my friend is still catching up w/ the show and there are specific plot reasons why specifically these 3 together give me every feeling). But like, platonic is good too. I guess. Even if my feral little gremlin brain is like "yes, my precious..."the whole time. To be fair though, pretty much anyone with Esteban will probably make my brain spin happily as though on a hamster wheel. Also from EoA, Princess Valentina deserves to smooch *everyone* and it makes me sad that there isn't more content of her with anyone other than Alonso or occasionally Elena. (Esp. feeling the lack of Val/Naomi, Val/Chloe, and Val/Esteban content.)

I mean Phoenix/Kristoph from Ace Attorney will always have huge chunk of my heart and they still do even if Kris is no longer my main blorbo. Also from Ace Attorney, Gumshoe/Lang/Edgeworth are still THE OT3 (and Kay & Gumshoe & Edgeworth are THE BROT3) and Apollo/Klavier/Ema are the 2nd fave OT3 (tho I can literally only conceive of them as a poly ship. I can't ship any other permutations of them.) I've also as of late been having a lot of Cykesquill feelings which I imagine will only intensify when the AA 4-6 port comes out and I can revisit Dual Destinies.

I haven't really been doing much except thinking, reblogging and admiring from a distance, but "Rebel Captain" (Jyn Erso/Cassian Andor from Star Wars) have also been hitting all my buttons lately. Just the inherent eroticism of being narratively coded as soulmates AND also literally doomed by the narrative at what should've been the beginning of their story. It's just so good.

I've also been missing Malcolm/Nicola from The Thick of It and Jane/Michael from Jane the Virgin a lot lately. Just nostalgia for old OTPs coming back and hitting me unexpectedly in the feels.

I also had an unexpected craving for Gwydion/Achren from The Chronicles of Prydain recently. And was dismayed to learn that it barely exists. Not that I should've been surprised. The fandom itself is pretty tiny and I am queen of the rare pairs after all. But the potential is just exquisite and it's depressing that barely anyone else sees the vision.

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

"Adding to your fandom" makes it sound so serious and powerful. I don't think I have that kind of sway. Maybe in the Father Brown fandom a few years ago but like probably not any more. Though people did seem to like the Barbie Selfie Generator post I made for the characters. I think I was one of the first people using/popularizing "malcola" as ship name for Malcolm/Nicola and I did make a (not very funny) joke (that Nicola might have appreciated) that they are the "bad soda" ship because "mal" as in the root for "bad" and "cola" as in "coca-cola."

I've also made some pretty outrageous things for AA that almost no one knows about since I didn't widely share them and I have no wider influence on the fandom as a whole. The most notable and hilarious of which is an absolute absurd batshit AU that my friend and I came up that just exploded to the most ridiculous and entertaining (imo) nonsense imaginable. (Ask me about the "larryan and the klavengers" I dare you. You will almost certainly regret it. But I probably won't :P)

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

It's tricky to say, since a lot of the characters that I am drawn to aren't necessarily the same characters I would want to hang w/ irl. In part because there's usually a lot of projection going on and because I'm awkward/shy/sensitive and I just sort of assume that my faves wouldn't want to be around me even if I wanted to be around them.

However, I feel somewhat safe in saying that I would probably get along well w/ (and feel really cherished and validated by/happy around) Athena Cykes from Ace Attorney and the title character of Father Brown. (I mean probably the whole squad tbh but Fr. B is an especial case. He's so kind and he would look out for me even if I felt intimidated/shy/overwhelmed by the rest of the squad's utter fabulousness.)

Link to Questions

#ask meme

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ira-hydrangea · 2 years

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Hellooo, i hope the req is still open ehe, ay i req Leona, Jamil, Malleus (separately) w/ gn!s/o who kabedons them & says, "Damn, handsome as always," with a smirk but gets flustered IF the boys turn the tables, thx & have a nice day!!!

You got me blushing while writing for this headcanons. I hope you like it and thank you for the request~

Kabedon! (Leona, Jamil, Malleus)

Leona Kingscholar

You feel pretty daring today. So when you see your king sleeping in the botanical garden and ideas form in your head. You walk to him. Leona didn’t need to open his eyes to know who it that. But he is indeed surprised when you put your hands into the tree. He opens his eyes only to find your face in front of him.

“So~ Decide to be a naughty boy, huh? Skipping in class again? I wonder what punishment I should give you for this?” You said smirking.

Oh... Two can play this game, herbivore.

Leona just grabs your collar and yanks you towards him so your lips are just an inch away from him. Leona smirk.

“Oh? Finally show your teeth to me, huh? But again... Your punishment sound much more interesting. I look forward for that, herbivore.”

OKAY! ABORT MISSION! YOUR HEAD EXPLODES AFTER HEARING THAT HUSKY VOICE.

You want to bolt but Leona's tail found its way to your leg and slowly wrap around it.

“Want to run? My, Should I be the one that gives your punisment for that?” Leona smirked at your reddened face.

NEVER AGAIN DO YOU TEASE LEONA LIKE THIS!!!

Jamil Viper

You are walking with Jamil for his next assignment but you can’t help but keep taking a glance at his perfect features. And of course, Jamil also notices this.

“Is something in my face?” He asks. You want to answer nothing but a devious idea slowly creeps into your head. You walk slowly towards him. Jamil seeing your evil smile is backing down a little until your hands find a way to trap him.

“Now that you mention it... You do have something in your face.”

Jamil seems to catch up to what you trying to do so he just sneak his hands around you and pull you closer. You let out a surprised voice and look at Jamil that showing his seductive side.

“Then could you please help me with that? I’m will be grateful for your help, my diamond.”

Yeah... You passed out in his arms. It’s not a bad place, especially with how Jamil panicked over your body.

Malleus Draconia.

This boy is just straight-up confused. What are you trying to do? You both are in the usual night walk until you unexpectedly corner him and try to trap him. Not that he felt trapped as your face is still below his chin. You need to look up to see his eyes. You pout at that fact.

Malleus remember one book about how Human propose to their soulmate and this is also one of the methods in the book. He just smirks at you.

“Child? Are you trying to court me?” Malleus ask. “W-what?!” “Fufu~ And now act so shy.” “I’M NOT!” You blush like crazy. Your intention starts to waver now. Malleus move his mouth to your ears and said in a very low voice.

“There no need for that. If you can’t continue this then please allow me to do it...” And with just swift moves, Malleus manages to trap you between him and the tree.

You already short-circuit and can’t think straight again.

“Now then... Shall I continue?”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst leona #twst jamil #twst malleus

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clairecrive · 3 years

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Hi could we please get a really angsty fic with nikolai (with a happy ending pls) where reader and he has had a fight so they maintain the facade on the outside bc they're royals but in private it's just ignoring each other/angst?

Young Royals

A/N: ahh, this is angsty alright but it seems I'm only capable of writing hurt/comfort lately. This took a life of its own and it's long af but I hope you like it anyway x

Warnings: miscommunication, angst, fighting, hurt/comfort, Nikolai is a bit absent, you're a bit jealous of his relationship with Zoya

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SHADOW AND BONE MASTERLIST

"Do not put words into my mouth, Nikolai."

"Please, you already have so many, my love," he scoffed and the use of the term of endearment hurt the most.

"You're making me sound like a brat while I'm providing you with a viable solution," you insisted with a flare of your hands, frustrated by his unwillingness to listen to you.

"No, you're not. What you're doing is being childish."

"I'm your queen, Nikolai. I'm only asking to be more involved."

"You're my wife, y/n, and you know nothing about politics or running a country." He retired, putting emphasis on wife. This felt a lot like being put into place. And the fact that it was your husband doing so, hurt. It was also the most you had seen him this week.

"Neither did Zoya, nor Genya or anyone who's currently running the country."

"That's different and you know it."

"Only because you're making it so," you exclaimed finally exploding. His despondency got on your nerves and this conversation was going nowhere anyway.

Surprised by your raise of voice, Nikolai stood before you just blinking at you.

Sighing, you took a step toward him, holding your hands up, "look, you're right, I don't know about running a country but teach me. I'm not stupid, I'll pick it up."

"Why are you insisting so much? You've never shown any interest in politics before." He gave you a puzzled look like he didn't really believe your intentions.

"I've never wanted to be queen before." before meeting you.

"Ah, I see," he chuckled mirthlessly, "I put you in this situation and now you're taking your revenge."

To insinuate that your marriage with him was you "being put into a situation" rather than a consensual decision you had made out of love was absurd.

Nikolai was right. You had never cared about politics or diplomacy before meeting him. You were a soldier. There was no reason for you to meddle with something that didn't concern you.

But now you were queen and you felt a responsibility towards your people. You wanted to help but so far, Nikolai hadn't allowed you to take part in any meetings. He said that anyone who needed to be there was already involved. What he didn't tell you was that while Grisha made excellent soldiers and even good councillors, one of them being a royal was a very different matter.

He had indulged his love for you by marrying you. You were his vice and he simply couldn't accept the idea of being without you anymore. He had married you, consequently making you queen, going against what his advisors told him.

While he ignored his warnings he was painfully aware, however, how difficult it was going to be for a Grisha on the throne. It was the first time something liked this had ever happened and unfortunately, the country was filled with people who resented Grisha for their powers.

Nikolai feared that the people were never going to accept you. Hence why he'd been keeping you secluded in the palace.

To be fair, you were doing a wonderful job. Like he had pointed out, you were not accustomed to politics but you made up for that with empathy and kindness. You started to interest yourself with the problem of poverty and lack of provisions for some parts of the country.

And while no one was aware of it, Nikolai often turned to you for military strategy. You were an apt soldier and had fought bravely alongside him and everyone else in the battle of the Fold. You were the very reason why he was still alive, to be honest.

While this arrangement worked for the first months of your reign, it was starting to feel an inadequate effort. You needed to do more, you wanted to do more. You didn't expect Nikolai to oppose it so vehemently.

"If I didn't want to be here I wouldn't be, Nikolai, you'd do well to remember it," you pointed out coldly, straightening your spine.

"Since you seem so adverse at spending time with me or including me in important matters, I'll find someone else who will." And with that, chin held high, you walked out of the room.

You missed him. It felt absurd to say this but you missed your husband. He was always busy with meetings or official visits to some noble across the country. For most of them, he went alone or with Zoya.

You knew that she was his first in command but you couldn't help but be bothered by it. It was one thing to accept the fact that he hadn't given the role to you "because the queen cannot have that role as well", it was a whole other thing to accept the fact that another woman spent more time with your husband than you did.

Countless were the fights you had with him in this regard. But they were pointless. Nikolai was still set on not bringing you and he and Zoya were always found together.

You didn't know what hurt more. The blow at your pride for being denied a position you deserved because of who you loved, the jealousy or being punished for your identity.

One thing was sure though, it was getting too much. At first, you pulled thought for Nikolai but now that you didn't have him anymore, your efforts seemed to be in vain.

So, like you had told Nikolai, you looked for someone who was willing to teach you. You wanted to help and if Nikolai wasn't going to let you here at the palace, then you'd find somewhere else.

Count Kirigin had always been nice to you and he was a very generous host. You knew that he played a central role in Nikolai's plan so you thought that there was no one better than him.

You reached out to him, wrote him a letter in which you showed interest in his activity and asked him if he was willing to show you. Of course, anything that came from the queen or the king couldn't be denied but you knew that the Count truly enjoyed your company. If your position didn't put so much higher than everybody else, you'd even consider him a friend.

You waited for his reply before putting in motion the preparations for your departure.

In the meantime, you and Nikolai kept conducting your separate lives. Usually, you'd only see him at night when he returned to your chambers if you were still up. Now, you had decided to sleep in separate rooms too.

If he wanted a wife, then a wife he'd get. But kings and queens do not sleep together.

If the new arrangement was bothering him, you didn't know. He hadn't reached out to you nor made any move to rectify your decision.

Turns out that he wasn't even at the Palace. He had left for a mission near the border with Shu Han and wouldn't be back for at least a week. Well, then. Of course, he didn't even bother with telling you. Not even a small note.

Jokes on him though, you thought, since when he was going to come back, he'd finally get what he wanted. You weren't going to be there to bother him anymore.

Differently from him though, you did indeed left him a note. Nikolai found it a week after you had set it on his pillow. Its presence made him furrow his eyebrows since he had already been wondering where you were. You usually came out to meet him at the gates whenever he'd come back from a mission and even though you had fought before he went away, you weren't one for holding grudges. So e guessed there was something holding you.

Unfolding the paper he was met with your familiar chaotic writing.

"I don't know when you're going to find this letter but if I'm not there yet it means that I'm still at Count Kirigin's. Do not bother with writing or visiting, I'll come back when my business with him is done.

Y/n"

What in the name of every sweet loving saint???

The letter wasn't dated, no dear, no yours no nothing. Fuck. You were still mad or worse, hurt.

Asking one of the servants, he learned that you had been away for a week already. But what business could you possibly have with the Count??

Nikolai had nothing against him. Seeing Kirigin get all flustered as he tried to flirt with Zoya amused him to no end but the idea of him and you in the same house? Alone?? Unacceptable.

Not even bothering to change clothes after his long journey, Nikolai headed to the stables to ask for a well-rested horse. Luckily, Count Kirigin's estate was not too far away. A couple of hours ride.

Turns out that the Count had a lot to teach. Despite his aloof reputation and extravagant clothes, he was very observant. He lacked ambition, which was why Nikolai trusted him and had a curious way of behaving in social situations.

But Emil had been born and raised in high society. He knew how things were run even if he had no desire to be in charge of them.

So far, you'd be having a wonderful time. Emil was a wonderful host, as you remembered, but without Nikolai's presence, he was even more extravagant. He had an unexpectedly dry sense of humour and a never-ending list of jokes.

Being in the open and in the company of someone who saw y/n instead of the Queen of Ravka proved to be even more needed than you thought. You felt reinvigorated and much lighter than you'd ever been.

You had also been learning a lot. Emil had been teaching you about diplomacy. About the best ways of formulating a sentence so that you wouldn't offend anyone but still get what you wanted. He had also been talking to you about your husband's ministers. About their weaknesses and vices and what was the best way to approach them to get what you wanted.

So far, it was proving to be a wonderful decision to come here.

Whenever your mind strayed on Nikolai, you willed it to focus on something else. You didn't know if he had already come home or seen the letter. A part of you thought that if he had, he would at least write one back. But the thought felt a lot like hope and seeing as how little he saw you even before you left, you didn't think it safe to harbour it.

When Nikolai reached the estate, he was met with Kirigin's servants. They welcomed him inside and profusely apologised for the Count's absence. They told him that at this time of the day, Kirigin and his guest would usually go out on a ride but that they were also about to return.

So Nikolai waited, sitting in the most comfortable chair the Count owned, fuming at the thought that his wife had felt the need to go away and be in the company of another man.

"If I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't be Nikolai. You'd do well to remember it."

Your words haunted him. They were the last thing that you told him. How stupid had he been to let you walk away. How utterly careless of him to disregard you like that.

He had promised himself to truly talk to you about it once this pressing matter of state was taken care of. Apparently, he had waited too long.

But Nikolai knew that the problem was at the source. He noticed how hurt you had been when he made Zoya his first in command. Or how sad you seemed everywhere he went somewhere with her and didn't ask you to join.

He was doing so to protect you from the inevitable slander you'd be met with. He should have known though that putting you aside was going to be even worse. You were a fighter just as much as Zoya was, if not stronger.

She hid behind her veil of indifference and superiority while you had never lost that emphatic verve that made everyone love you so much. In his attempt to make you safe, he had only managed to hurt you.

You were a warrior. You had accepted the role of queen only because it was the only way for you to be with Nikolai. And instead of praising you by making you a warrior queen, he had decided to hide you away.

Well, no more.

If his mistakes had not ruined everything already, he was going to make everything better.

Lost in his musing, he didn't hear the sound of hooves approaching but he did indeed hear your laugh. It immediately brought him back to the present and a wave of ugly jealousy hit him.

He couldn't remember the last time he made you laugh.

"I shouldn't even laugh Emil, the joke was terrible," Nikolai hear you giggling from somewhere in the hall. So now he was Emil, huh.

"You know you can't resist my charm, your highness," Emil replied and Nikolai had to call on every bit of his self-control to not barge out of the room and punch him.

"Stop it, you know you can call me y/n."

Before Emil could reply, they had both made it to the sitting room where Nikolai was waiting for them. It looked like no one had warned them of his presence because Kirigin looked surprised then utterly mortified.

"Your majesty, I wasn't aware you were here. Please forgive me for making you wait."

"Don't fret Kirigin, it was an impromptu visit. I came to see how my lovely wife was doing." No matter how green he was feeling right now, he knew that Kirigin was loyal to him and the crown. Whatever was happening here wasn't one of his schemes.

"Of course! I'm going to send for some tea while you two get reunited." Kirigin quickly bowed before hurrying out of the room.

Nikolai met your eyes for the first time since you had arrived. If at first, you were surprised to see him, now you couldn't help but be a bit sceptical about this visit.

"What are you doing here?" you asked breaking the ice.

"You leave with only a few lines on where you're going and you expect me to just accept it?" He scoffed, his hands curling on the armrests of the chair.

"It's more than what you gave me," you quipped, crossing your arms on your chest.

Nikolai sighed while his gloved hands run through his hair. You were right and he knew it. He had been a horrible husband lately.

"I know you're mad at me, honey, but listen-"

"I'm not mad. You didn't want to give me what I wanted so I went looking for it somewhere else." Scrolling your shoulders, you interrupted him without meeting his eyes. A list of excuses was not what you wanted nor what you needed from him.

Nikolai didn't miss the innuendo. His jaw clenched, his hands closed in fists. But he willed himself to stay calm.

"You think Kirigin can give you something that I can't?" Nikolai was a master in diplomacy. Never did he get frustrated or angry or raised his voice, even with the most aggravating people. Here though, with you, he didn't have to keep a façade. He spoke through his teeth barely containing his anger.

"Well, so far, he's been giving me attention and interesting pointers that no, Nikolai, you refused to give me."

"So this is how you solve your problems? Running away in the countryside with Emil?" Nikolai sneered, his tone souring around Kirigin's name.

"Don't you do the same with your precious first in command?" Tired after your ride with Emil, you plopped down on the chair in front of Nikolai's. Completely ignoring his tone, you pointed out calmly. The perfect image of aloofness even when it was the last thing you were in this moment.

"That's different," he snapped trying to meet your eyes that were carefully analyzing your hands.

"Yes," you signed, "it seems that when I'm concerned everything is different."

"There's nothing between me and Zoya, y/n and you know it." Nikolai was getting more frustrated by the second. He came here to apologize, to make things right and so far, the conversation was going in the opposite directions.

"Maybe now, but you spend more time with her than you do with me. It's only a matter of time before it happens and you're sorely mistaken if you think I'll just stand by and watch."

"This is not about Zoya," he insisted but so far, he wasn't getting the reaction out of you he wanted. You seemed... resigned at the situation. And that worried Nikolai to no end.

"It never is."

"Why did you run away?" Opting for a more direct approach, he bit the bullet and went straight to the point.

"I did not run away," you scoffed in contempt at his choice of words, "I told you I wanted to do more and Emil is teaching me. Not everyone is so against spending time with me, you know." You shot him a glance.

It was the first time that you had looked at him since you had been left alone.

"I married you, y/n. How can you possibly believe I don't want to spend time with you?" As desperation slipped through his words, Nikolai leaned towards you in his seat. As if he couldn't bear the distance between you anymore. But you knew it wasn't that. You and he had been distant for months now.

"Because that's what's happening, Nikolai," you clipped back and Nikolai had to refrain from wincing at your tone.

"It's not intentional, my love, I've just been busy." His tone softened. It was a poor excuse of an apology but it was sadly the truth.

"But when I say that I want to join or help you with it you strongly oppose?" Again, there was that suspicious implication in your words that Nikolai just couldn't stand. To think that you believed he'd ever cheat on you with another woman when he had done so much, taken so many risks, to be with you.

"It's not what you think, y/n." He insisted again but immediately realized he had said the wrong thing when he saw you leaning back into your chair shaking your head.

"I don't think anything, anymore. Do whatever you want. You do your thing and I'll do mine. I won't be a bother to you anymore." Holding up your hands, you gestured as you spoke.

A beat. Nikolai froze in his seat at what you were suggesting.

"You're never a bother to me. Never." He leaned even forwards in his chair, basically only propping on it now. The desperation was now clear in his voice. He reached out to you to try and take hold of your hands but you were too distant.

"I love you more than anything in this world and if you think that I'm going to let you go without a fight, you're sorely mistaken." The steel determination of his words caught you off guard. Nikolai was strong-headed, you knew that better than anyone else, but it had been a long while since that determination had been directed to you.

"You already did." It was barely a whisper. The sad truth about your reality, the downfall of your relationship. The wavering of your voice, the pain in your eyes were enough to tip Nikolai off the edge.

"Milaya, please."He fell onto his knees in front of you. Leaning forward he reached for your hands that he could now hold. "I'm sorry. I put you in a difficult position when I married you and I tried my best to protect you."

"I don't need protecting, Nikolai, especially if it's by pushing me away."

"I was keeping you away from danger and I know that you're strong and capable but I hate to think of you as the object of public slander." His eyes darted between yours, frantic, desperate to make you understand.

"I'm Grisha, Nikolai. It's nothing new to me," you pointed out but then it hit you.

"By difficult position, you meant a Grisha Queen, didn't you?" Your eyes hardened at the implications, your hands going slack in his hold. You would have pulled them away if Nikolai didn't tighten his hold.

"Please, do not think I'm regretting my choice or I think you're not worthy of the title because that's not true." Pulling your hands, he tried to get you closer to him. "I fear that there will be repercussions among the people." And there it was, at last, the truth.

"And among your ministers," you added remembering Emil's lessons on the people at court and their role.

You scoffed when he stayed silent. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought I was doing the right thing, my love."

"So Zoya can handle it and I can't?"

"For the millionth time," he groaned, "I don't care about Zoya."

"I only care about you and I know you can handle it. I just didn't want you to. You deserve happiness and peaceful life and I know it's impossible to have in this saints' forsaken country but I can at least try." His eyes lowered in shame and his confession sent a pang through your heart. You took a moment to take in what he said.

Never had you thought about the possibility of Nikolai's distance was a form of protection. You were a soldier of the Second Army, after all. But being a queen, especially a Grisha one, was a delicate thing.

It was the first time in history that something like this happened. Nikolai's worries were not unfounded since even after the destruction of the Fold, anti-Grisha movements were spreading fast.

It was sad to see the General's attempt of assuring safety for Grisha, provoking exactly the opposite thing.

"Oh, Kolya," returning his grip, you leaned towards him, "I just want a life with you by my side."

"As do I. I want you always and forever but above all, I want you safe. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, you know it right?"

"I just ask that you tell me the truth and let me play the role I've been given."

"It's not going to be easy. People at court-"

"I know. That's why I'm here. Emil's been teaching."

"Well, no more. I'm going to take care of it from now on."

"Is this a promise or a threat?"

"Rest assured my love, the difference between the two is almost nonexistent." He flashed you a smirk and you couldn't help but smile at him. Here it was, your beloved Nikolai.

"Things are going to change, aren't they?" you murmured softly as he gently rested his forehead against yours.

"We're going to show everyone what a "power couple" is." Here was his promise. Sealed with the gentlest nudging of his nose to yours. The action made you smile and your heart soar. You missed these little moments of intimacy with him.

One of his hands came to cradle your face as the other kept hold of your left hand. Your rings softly clicked as they touched. A form of reassurance.

"I love you, y/n."

"And I you, Kolya."

You were completely lost in your little bubble, even more so when Nikolai's lips finally met yours, that you had forgotten where you were. And that there was an embarrassed Kirigin outside the door waiting for the right moment to come in with tea.

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✤ — Universe: Tyranny ✤ — Concept: Oh no, the Queen's personality has flipped! ... Isn't it better if she stays that way? ✤ — Characters: Albedo, Kazuha, Childe A/N: Time to throw the LIs in a loop lmao, thanks for the wonderful prompt, anon dear- there will be a second part, of course~ we must cover all written LIs!

The day is normal—well, as normal as it can possibly be. Thankfully, without the normalized jail time and executions.

It's almost unsettling if everyone is going to be honest.

But they are swift to enjoy and relish in such a rare moment of peace.

For Kazuha, who is without a doubt one of the—if not the most—busiest man given his double role in the palace, simply standing by the balcony overlooking the kingdom is a wonderful repose.

It isn't frequent for him to be distant from his Queen's side, but she had told him to scurry about a few hours ago. Who is he to disobey?

... Maybe he should've.

"Sir- Sir!" the silver-haired Knight turns to greet a panicking squire, one who appears so pallid the former thought he'd faint.

Kazuha isn't prepared to hear the news.

"The Queen- the Queen is missing!"

... Missing!?

The Duke will answer that, no, the Queen is actually here, when faced with a question regarding her whereabouts, but...

Oh, this is alarming, Albedo mulls as he pinches his brows, trying to tune out the chaos in front of him in favor of thinking up a solution.

"[Name], feed me one more?"

"Goodness, if your stomach aches later..."

"Aw, you do worry about me!"

The Duke sighs. In a way, her Majesty really is missing...

No one will think the genuinely smiling lady, without a trace of danger and authority, to be the tyrant ruler everyone is wary and afraid of.

Yes, surely, if one walks into this scene... a nobleman being fed chocolates by the Queen, who is laughing out of sincere amusement, they'll the think the latter has been possessed.

Magic isn't a myth in this world, but very few can handle it.

And albeit it is very much real, Albedo knows it not to be the cause of the Queen's change of temperament.

A potion just exploded and the lady was just a bit too close... then, before they know it...

"Ah, you have a stain- let me get that for you, Ajax,"

The Duke releases another sigh.

Now, how to fix this?

Childe appears to be having the time of his life.

If one is to squint, they may as well see the tiny floating hearts and flowers abvolating around as another slab of chocolate is slipped into his mouth.

The taste is sweet, but it is dull in comparison to the sight before him. The Queen, smiling with pink cheeks? Heavenly! Divine!

Sweeter than any kind of chocolate!

He rarely gets to see the look of eunoia brought by simple—innocent—things, for it's often that the royal lady is entertained by more macabre subjects.

Childe laughs, "Who would've thought that your concoction will bring out such an angel?"

"Silence," quips Albedo with a frown.

"As sordid as her Majesty may be, know that wickedness has its roots. A long time ago, she can smile without worries like everyone else. She just cannot do so now."

Ah, Childe's curled lips are tugged down, aware that what was said is nothing but the truth and reality of things. That's right...

[C] eyes blink at him in pure, almost innocent-like wonder. Like a child yet to be tainted of the world's dark secrets.

Long ago... before the weight of the crown, yes, the Queen is just like them.

SLAM!

The three jolts in their respective places, the splaying of the doors coming unexpectedly. That surprise grows twofold when they take note that it's the usually composed servant to have done it.

"Sir Albedo," the urgency in his voice can't be mistaken for anything else, "Her Majesty is—... your Majesty?"

Something is strange in the way the Queen looks at him.

Or perhaps it just feels new, for this is the first time Kazuha has actually looked at her for more than a minute or two.

But he feels it; the lack of hostility. Even her stance that was once always alert has gone lax. There is a look he's not expecting to see on her face at all—at least, one he didn't think he'll see again.

An unfiltered expression of bewilderment, mixed with awe and perhaps a little bit of mirth.

"Kazuha!" the Queen bursts into a lovely smile that has the Knight blinking in disbelief. "Oh, you're just in time for tea, have you tasted any of these delicacies? They're really delectable!"

Is he seeing things? Is he dreaming? This must be some jest.

Yet, as he directs his eyes to the two men present in the room and sees the wordless ultimatum... his mind blanks out.

"Here you are!"

Kazuha jumps, realizing how the Queen has stepped into his space, extending a fork with a piece of milk chocolate. Ah, ah, this is bad.

Is she doing what he thinks she's doing?

The Knight leans his head back, creating some space between them.

"Heh, this opportunity is quite hard to come by, you know? Would you dare upset the Queen?" Childe hums from his place, though the servant can easily detect a speck of jealousy in the nobleman's expression.

Oh, the Kaedehara dares not. But the Queen is... not exactly herself right now. And should he really be this close to her? He's defying an order standing and locking eyes...

He turns to the Duke, who shrugs. "Well, I'm certain no one would really inform her Majesty of this afterward."

A resigned sigh later, and the Knight is leaning down to bite the chocolate off the silverware, aware of the brightening pools of [c].

Ah, she looks like a completely different person, Kazuha notes. Like back then.

"How is it? Delicious, isn't it?"

Did she just laugh?

He thinks he sees the nobleman stumbling off his chair.

Slowly, the silverette nods. "Yes, your Majesty.. it's sweet."

The Queen smiles.

Childe lets out an odd noise of satisfaction at the sight—one that the Duke grumbles over in exasperation—and Kazuha swiftly turns his wide stare elsewhere, cheeks a little flushed.

He clears his throat.

"Pray tell, what happened to her Majesty? The meeting with Prince Ragnvindr is in a few hours..."

a/n: yes i had to add childe's line lmao- also got carried away, but this was a lovely piece to write :weary: a small break from being a tyrant! also also, maybe i should post MC/Queen's known rules for Kazuha? lol

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sleep-i-ness · 2 years

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Hey, could you write a sirius x reader, where they unexpectedly reunite after Sirius escaped Azkaban?

hey anon thanks so much for this request! i'm not sure if this was what you wanted but i sort of ran with it :))

"Potentially Dangerous" Ex-Boyfriend (Sirius Black x reader)

Content warnings: Descriptions of Sirius post-Azkaban

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“You need to listen to me.” Remus grabbed your hands, voice low and pleading. This was the third time you had rehashed this argument; the first when the news first broke, the second while helping him pack, and now just before he was about to leave. It was infuriating. “He is dangerous. And probably mad from being stuck in that place. You are not safe if you leave.”

You pulled yourself free from his grasp, a scowl fixing itself firmly to your features. “No, Re, you listen to me. Firstly, I can hold my own against my ‘potentially dangerous’ ex-boyfriend. But, secondly, as I have said so many times over the years, I don’t think it was him. Sirius would never have done that to James… And also he’s not going after me, he’ll be going after Harry. He’s who you should be worried about.”

“I know! That’s why I’ve got a job at Hogwarts!” Remus exploded, quickly regaining his temper with an ease you envied. He sighed. “Please, please be careful.”

“I would say I’m always careful but we both know that’s a lie.”

You grabbed a handful of Floo powder from the bowl on the mantlepiece and dropped it into the fire, green flames roaring as you stepped in. “Mary MacDonald’s home.”

The last thing you saw before the flames enveloped you was Remus’ face contorting with worry. You weren’t sure quite why he was so afraid for you; Mary lived in the middle of London, and you seriously doubted that Sirius would turn up somewhere with so many people.

You stepped out the flames, brushing the soot off your clothes, before you were tackled into a hug by Mary.

“I haven’t seen you in so long!” She squealed.

You grinned. “Yeah, Remus decided that it was safer to keep me at his home rather than travelling around the country over the summer.”

“Ridiculous. He’s always been so overprotective, I mean they all ended up basically being your brothers.”

Your expression flickered as you remembered those happy days at Hogwarts, when the only thing you had to worry about was boys cancelling dates with you because one of the boys (usually James or Sirius with Remus’ moral support) had decided to threaten to break their kneecaps if they hurt you. It was a nightmare, but you would do anything to return to then.

“Yeah,” you murmured before shaking your head out of its nostalgic haze. “Okay, what’s the plan?”

“Right, I’ve got some errands to run quickly. Do you mind coming with me?” Mary grabbed her bag from the chair, already making her way to the fireplace.

You shrugged. “No, where to?”

“Arabella’s home; I’ve been helping her with her kneazles recently!”

Movement outside the window caught your eye as Arabella and Mary remained deeply absorbed in their riveting discussion on kneazle breeding. You had been here for hours now, so much for a quick errand. You pulled the lace curtain back to see better, eyes narrowing as you spotted a boy who you guessed was about 13.

Streetlight hit his features as he glanced to the left. You gasped. Nausea crept up the back of your throat as your eyes pricked, feeling transported back a decade. The child, who you assumed was Harry, looked identical to a very young James Potter. Well, that was unsurprising.

Shadows shifted behind him as he continued walking down the street. You frowned. Eyes widening as you spotted it.

Oh, Merlin’s saggy left testicle. Remus was going to kill you. The black dog skulked in the shadows, stalking the boy down the street. You had to do something. Even if, as you suspected, Sirius wasn’t actually out to cause harm, it was better to be safe than sorry. Plus you wanted an explanation.

“Mary, I’m just popping out for some fresh air for a bit, I’ll be back.”

You watched from a distance as Harry got onto the Knight Bus, seemingly by accident. As you had thought, he was in far more danger now than when Sirius had been following him. The Knight Bus was practically lethal, as proved by the time you were scalded by hot chocolate as it whizzed around London at high speeds.

The dog began its gentle patter in your direction, sticking to the bushes and the edges of houses so as to hide in the shadows.

You stepped off the porch, walking forward into his path and crouching down.

“Hello Pads.”

You’d never seen a dog look quite so human, the fear in his eyes palpable.

You shook your head. “I’m not going to dob you in. But I want an explanation.”

The two of you apparated back to Remus’ now empty house, feeling slightly guilty on your part. Not only had you ditched Mary, but you had also broken into your best friend’s home. But once he was convinced of Sirius’ innocence, you were convinced he’d be fine with it. Well. Not as mad.

Sirius shifted out of his Animagus form, fur sliding away as he straightened, rags hanging off his emaciated frame. You withheld a gasp. His ribs stuck out, hair untamed and clumpy, eyes sunken into the hollows of his skull.

“Right, you sit down.” You motioned to one of Remus’ chairs, the one closest to the fire, because he probably didn’t have the body fat to withstand the cold. “I’ll get you a warm drink and some food. Any preferences?”

He shook his head, whole body rattling with shivers, and you winced. Merlin, he was in an awful state. And all as a presumably innocent man.

You waved your wand, murmuring Incendio. The hearth lit up with brilliant roaring flames,

Returning shortly with a cup of tea and a plate of bland vegetables and rice, you settled into the seat next to him. He accepted the food gratefully, wolfing it down as his stomach growled. You watched him, eyes scanning over every inch of bare skin and noting the scars, bruises, scabs.

“I didn’t do it.” Sirius’ voice was raspy, every word straining his vocal chords.

Your eyes pricked with tears, and you tentatively reached out to brush against the back of his hand. “I… I didn’t think you had. But when I tried to fight it, they brushed me off as a crazy lover, someone who had been helping you, and put me on house arrest. I’m sorry.”

He paused, mug to his mouth. He lowered it slowly.

“You… believe me?” His voice broke, your heart breaking with it, and you nodded tearfully.

“Oh Merlin.” His tone was reverent, mug and plate discarded to the side as he cupped your face with callused fingers. His eyes roved your face, and although he appeared to have aged 30 years, you still saw your Sirius in there. “I thought about you the whole time I was in there.”

“Just…” You hesitated, grimacing. “Who did it?”

Sirius’s jaw tightened, mouth twisting. “Peter. And he’s at Hogwarts as a rat. Harry is in danger.”

You crossed your legs. Uncrossed them.

You were going to regret this, you could feel it. But it was the right thing to do.

“What’s your plan? I’ll help you.”

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hogwarts express | DRACO MALFOY (smut)

Draco Malfoy x Reader (past harry x reader)

SUMMARY: Draco fucks Y/N to prove a point to Harry who he knows is hiding in the storage compartment above, watching the whole thing.

REQUESTED: first of all, i absolutely love your writing!!! ok so you know how on the train in sixth year harry was spying on draco in the compartment? what if draco and y/n have sex in front of him while he’s still under the cloak and draco is like “put on a show.” 👀 i’ve been thinking about this nonstop for days @sapphicnoodle69

WARNINGS: dirty talk, public sex, choking, oral (both receiving), slut shaming, probably more idk

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“Hogwarts,” Draco scoffs, a sneering look on his face as he fiddles absentmindedly with his fingers on the table in front of you, “what a pathetic excuse for a school. I think I’d pitch myself off the Astronomy Tower if I thought I had to continue for another two years.”

You frown from where you’re leaning your head on his shoulder, your senses consumed by Draco. All you can smell is his expensive cologne and the peppermint of his shampoo, the smooth material of his suit’s blazer brushing your cheek as you stare across at Pansy and Blaise. They look equally as confused as you do. Draco hadn’t been the same since his father had been sent to Azkaban, all thanks to Harry Potter, Draco had said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Pansy questions.

“Let’s just say, I don’t think you’ll see me wasting my time with Charms class next year,” Draco mutters bitterly.

Blaise snickers lightly and Draco’s eyes snap to him in an instant-- venomous and daring. It’s the kind of cold look that anybody would dread getting from a Malfoy.

“Amused, Blaise?” Draco sneers, “We’ll see just who’s laughing in the end.”

You miss the tiny metallic clanging noise from above your heads, and so do Blaise and Pansy from where they’d sending you questioning looks, as if you should know why your boyfriend’s suddenly acting like the four of you haven’t spent the past six years exchanging all your secrets and hanging out at any free moment you may have.

Draco knows who’s there. Your ex-boyfriend. His enemy. Harry Potter. He pisses Draco off even more with the way he always stares at you. It gives Draco an idea.

Draco’s gaze flickers down from the storage racks above your heads and back down at you when you finally lift your head from his shoulder. You reach for his hands that are on the table and pull them underneath innocently. You give his hand a squeeze and keep your fingers intertwined on his lap, watching as his shoulders relaxed slightly beside you.

The rest of the train journey is less tense. Draco doesn’t suggest anything else as solemnly as he had been, and you all talk about your summers. Well, you, Blaise, and Pansy do-- everybody knows Draco definitely did not spend his summer eating the finest food in France like he usually did.

As you’re listening to Blaise talk about his mother’s latest fiancé, you feel Draco’s hand snake from your hand and drift to your leg. It’s bare beneath your school skirt, the British September weather not yet cold enough for a pair of tights. You know he’s glad that you decided to get changed early. You shiver at his icy fingertips on your thigh, pursing your lips together when he gives it a rather rough squeeze.

He glides his hand up and down, leaving goosebumps in his wake as he tries to remain as casual as possible, keeping a hard look on his face whilst he stares at Blaise. You’re also trying to appear neutral, cursing your boyfriend for having such a thing for getting off in public. One day you were going to get caught, and that was the day you would also be disowned by your family.

He keeps you in suspense for the last hour of the train journey. At that point, the dark green panties that you’re wearing are absolutely soaked, sticking to your pussy and even dampening the top of your thighs. His hand hadn’t left your leg once, trailing close to where you desired him the most, where your clit throbbed and pulsated, and then back down closer to your knee to give you a breather.

Draco Malfoy was a fucking tease and he would be the death of you-- that was for sure.

Finally, when the train pulled up at the station, everybody starting to climb off of the compartment, but Draco remained sat where he was, also blocking you in from your window seat. As Blaise and Pansy grab their bags and start to head off, they look back at you both in confusion, wondering why you’re not leaving.

“You two go on,” Draco mutters, running his hand across his jaw. “Y/N and I have something we need to discuss.”

Pansy gives you a sly smirk and a wink before she grabs Blaise’s arm and practically drags him out of the compartment. Your heart is pounding as you watch Draco slide out of his seat once your friends have left the two of you by yourselves, watching as he moves closer to the carriage door, sliding it shut. He pulls the blinds down next.

“This might be the last time we get the chance to do this,” Draco smirks as he glances back at you. “Stand.”

You do as he says, watching as he grabs his wand out of his pocket and swishes it, all of the other blinds coming down to conceal you from the outside. Your clit is pulsating so hard and you nearly groan out loud as he starts to march closer to you, rubbing your thighs together for some relief.

Draco’s hand snaps out to grab your neck, fingers gliding down your soft skin before he digs his fingers in slightly, shallowing your breathing. You whimper as his other thumb drags itself down your lip.

“I know you’ve been desperate for this,” Draco mutters, releasing your neck and undoing his tie, flinging it down onto the table beside you both. “And you’ve been a good girl for me. Parkinson and Zabini didn’t suspect a thing, did they?”

“No,” you breathe in agreement, “they didn’t.”

“I think my good little slut deserves a reward for being so patient,” Draco mutters, tilting your head with his hand on your jaw, leaning down to press wet kisses to your neck, sucking hard below your ear and leaving a hickey behind as you grip his arms, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Draco...” You pull away from him slightly, finding his silver eyes darker than usual as he stares down at you. “Right here? What if someone comes looking-”

“Colloportus,” he mutters, locking the doors with his wand. “There. We’ll hear if someone tries coming in.”

“And if somebody hears us?”

“Muffliato.”

That’s enough for you. Especially when Draco’s looking as handsome as he does and when he has that grip on your waist. You know you’re in for a good quickie when he grabs you and whirls you around, forcing you down so that you’re bent over the table that they had just been sat at.

His hand drifts between your legs where your school skirt has ridden up, exposing your soaked panties. He tuts as he kicks your legs apart with his foot, gliding his lanky fingers up your leg and towards your ass where he lands a harsh smack. You whimper, your hand clasping over your mouth.

Draco reaches down and dives his hand between your legs, cupping your sex. He pushes your panties to the side and immediately comes into contact with your slick arousal. It coats his fingers and makes him smirk as he glides it between your folds and towards your clit where he rubs circles. When he notices how you’re muffling your moans with your hand, he lands a sharp slap to your clit that makes you jerk unexpectedly against him.

“If I see you trying to keep quiet one more time then I won’t touch you,” Draco swore, returning to rubbing your clit when you peeled your hand away from your lips. “Good girl. I want to hear those pretty sounds you make.”

You moan at a mixture of his words and the sensation rippling through your body, your arms stretching out in front of you and trying to grab hold of anything, but there was nothing for you to hold so you simply clawed at the table as Draco drops down onto his knees.

He whirls you around so that you’re facing him, his face level with your pussy as he yanks your skirt up. He glides your panties down your legs and then thrusts one finger inside your hole, making your breath hitch. You throw your head back, you hands clinging to his bleach blond hair. As another finger slides in, both pumping in and out at a dangerously slow pace, Draco leans his head dow and starts to lick at your clit, looking up at you whilst he did it.

You moan, bucking your hips. “Draco, please. Please, please. Fuck. Fuck!”

That’s right, Potter. He thinks. This is the closest you’ll ever get to seeing her like this. And it’s all because of me.

Draco hums against you and wraps his mouth around your entire clit, sucking hard and licking at the same time. It throbs and feels like it’s going to explode, porn-worthy whimpers leaving you as you throw your legs up onto his shoulders, sitting further along the table as he laps up your juices eagerly.

A third finger slides in and you groan at the stretching sensation as he fucks his fingers into you harder. Your hands move up to palm at your breasts, until Draco grabs your wrist. You huff at the loss of contact. He stands, licking his lip as he pulls his fingers out of you and holds them towards your lips.

“Suck,” Draco demands and knowing Potter is watching, envying him and wishing that he was the one that had you at his will, makes him smirk harder.

You respond eagerly, leaning forwards and taking his fingers into your mouth. You look up at him, eyes all wide and innocent that have Draco even harder in his trousers. He swears to Merlin that you’ll be the death of him as your tongue swirls around his digits, licking yourself off of him and cleaning him up.

“Good fucking slut,” he grows. “Now on your knees. Where you belong.”

You respond quickly, dropping down like he had commanded you to. Without hesitation, you reach for the button and zipper of his trousers, undoing them both. You reach into his underwear and pull his cock out, wetting your lips at the sight. He’s as hard as ever, precum oozing out of the top as he grabs the base of it, smacking your lips with it.

You half open your mouth, making a moaning sound as he smears it across your lips, leaving his precum behind. Your tongue darts out and you lick it up as he smacks your cheek with it. Your mouth opens wider, sticking your tongue out. Draco thrusts his hips slowly closer, his cock resting in your mouth as you take over, grabbing his shaft and jerking off anything that you couldn’t fit into your mouth.

You suck in your cheeks as you bob on his dick, pulling off all of the way to then lick at his tip. Draco’s hand grips your hair like it’s a lifeline, small curses leaving his lips as you take him all the way back in. His tip hits the back of your throat, making your eyes water, but you keep him there for a few second, hearing his breathing grow short at the feeling until you pull him off of you, his cock now covered in your saliva.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” Draco mutters, his fingers going beneath your chin and moving with you as you stand up. “And you’re all mine. Nobody else can have you.”

“Mhm,” you moan in agreement as he lays you across the table that you had been at before. “Don’t want anyone else.”

“Not even Potter?” He refers to the boy you’d dated briefly back in fourth year-- the same one that hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off of you since, even when you were wrapped under Draco’s arm two years later.

“No, you,” you agree, “Just you. Only you, Draco.”

Draco places runs his tip up and down your folds before he presses it at your entrance, slowly gliding in. You both groan at the sensation. You’d throw your head back if you weren’t already being fucked on the hard surface of the table. Your hands grip the sides beside you, but it doesn’t stop your body jerking as Draco fucks into you hard.

He’s being rough, clearly trying to prove a point as he watches your body wither beneath him from where he stands at the end of the table. He pushes your skirt back up when it falls down a little, and this time his thumb moves to your clit. Draco smirks when your back arches and you cry out.

“Draco!” You nearly sob as he slams into you, your soaking heat making sounds that echo across the compartment. “Draco, Draco. Fuck me just like that.”

Draco groans at your words, rubbing your clit harder and slamming in and out of you like it’s his mission. Your walls clench around his cock and have him tilting his head back, a breathy moan leaving his lips as he doesn’t stop his assault on your nub. Everything feels so good-- you can already feel your orgasm coming, thanks to the foreplay earlier as well.

“You’re so good for me,” Draco growls, glancing down and spitting on your pussy, even though you were already soaked. He rubs it in as he watches his cock drive in and out of your shaking form. “Such a good, pretty, little slut. But just for me.”

“Just--” You squeeze your eyes shut when Draco hits a certain spot inside you, making you scream out. “Just for you, Draco.”

“Do you hear that Potter?” Draco booms with a laugh, but you don’t process what he’s said at first. “Do you see her? The way she comes undone for me. How she would let me do anything for her?”

You realise what he’s saying after a few seconds and several more powerful thrusts. Your eyes widen, realising that Harry must be snooping around in the compartment-- that was why Draco had been so tense after the small blackout.

“Draco--”

Draco leans down and hisses against your ear, “Let’s put on a little show for him, shall we, princess?”

You cum. You scream out and throw your head back, the thought of Harry watching Draco fuck the life out of you guiltily filling you with adrenaline and power and even arousal. You claw at Draco’s blazer-covered back as you call out his name, walls clenching around his cock over and over.

Finally, seconds later, you feel his hips stutter and one last powerful thrust before his cum begins to fill you, hot and fast. Your eyes flutter at the sensation, breathy whimpers leaving your lips as he pulls out of you and yanks your skirt back down whilst you sit up.

“Petrificus Totalus!” He grabs his wand and shoots the spell at the storage shelves above you.

You gasp when you hear a thump. You bend down on your knees and pull up the invisibility cloak that Harry had, revealing the boy himself-- paralysed, of course. Draco grabs you and pulls you back, a smirk on his face.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you it was rude to eavesdrop, Potter?” Draco spits, grabbing his bag with the hand that isn’t holding you wrist. “Oh, that’s right, she was dead before you could wipe the drool off your chin.”

Harry’s seemingly-lifeless eyes just stare back up at the two of you and you gasp when Draco drives his foot down onto Harry’s face, an audible cracking noise filling the compartment. Blood immediately dribbles down his face as Draco releases you to grab the cloak back off the ground.

“That’s for my father. And stop fucking staring at my girlfriend. I think it might be obvious to you who she prefers now.” He throws the cloak back over Harry, making him invisible again. “Enjoy your ride back to London.”

Draco grabs your hand again and his briefcase and leads you away again, fully satisfied that Potter had learnt his lesson.

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My Friend’s Father (Part Three)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Smut

Words: 2,947

Notes:

I have decided to make this into a series.

Alright, no judgment. This was a dream of mine and I felt like I had to write it down. Everyone in this Fic is over the age of 18 and this Fic is in no way based on Cillian’s real family life. It’s pure filth.

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Cillian’s POV

Shortly after Denise got home from her rather miserable date with Jeremy, Cillian went to bed. It was only 9 o’clock but he thought that he would spend some time finishing reading the book he had started to read two nights ago.

The problem was that, even when he tried hard to focus on the content of the book, he couldn’t.

His mind was overrun with guilt about what had happened between you all so suddenly and unexpectedly and he still wasn’t so sure why he had given into you so easily. It was almost like he had lost all of his self-control in that moment.

This kind of behaviour was unusual for him. Usually, he would have been more sensible than this. After all, he was 45 and never had a one-night stand in his entire life.

Would you share this with anyone?

Probably not, he thought. He had known you for a while and you weren’t the type of woman who was actively seeking attention. You were always somewhat nerdy and a bit of loner. For years, he had known you to be sensible and he always liked that you were looking out for his daughter Denise. You were more mature than her and were always somewhat shy and reserved.

With this in mind, he was even more surprised by your actions. You seducing him the way you did seemed out of character for you which made him nervous.

Did you have feelings for him?

He certainly hoped that you didn’t. For him, this was nothing but sex and he would hate to give you the feeling that it was something more. He didn’t want to hurt you.

He should never have given into you. He knew that it was wrong and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why he acted so selfishly because, in his mind, this was exactly what it was. An act of selfishness.

You were young and clearly inexperienced which made this whole thing even worse. It was obvious to Cillian that you hadn’t been with many men before and he felt as though he took advantage of you even despite the fact that you were the one who made a move on him. He should have stopped you.

The fact that he is seeing someone else in Manchester didn’t help either and, whilst it wasn’t anything serious or exclusive, it felt wrong to him to be intimate with you which, in his own mind, brought him to another dilemma all together.

Why didn’t he use protection when he slept with you?

He knew that he could have simply walked into his son’s bedroom and find what he needed. But he didn’t. Instead, he was so consumed by lust that he forgot all about the need to be play it safe. Of course, he always reminded his adult children about the importance of protection and yet, he failed to adhere to his own rules.

Whilst he knew that you didn’t have many sexual partners and any risk associated with contracting STDs was somewhat low, he worried that you weren’t on birth control.

Why on earth didn’t he at least ask you about it? Was it too late to ask you now? Why did you make him pull out?

WHAT THE FUCK HAD HE DONE???

He panicked and he knew he had to talk to you in order to ease his mind.

YOUR POV

After you listened to Denise about her date gone wrong and what an asshole Jeremy actually was, you also made your way to bed. You felt terrible for her but knew that she would meet someone else who would make her happy and treat her well.

But her date with Jeremy wasn’t the only thing you felt terrible about. Even more so, you felt terrible about sleeping with her father which you knew was wrong and yet, you tried to justify it in your head.

Why did you act so selfishly and gave into your sexual needs?

This was something you had never done before. You were rather careful when it came to getting yourself involved with guys.

You had taken a liking in your friend’s father several years ago when you were 19. But then, it was just a silly crush you thought.

When you heard about his divorce however, you began to fantasise about him in your sleep and this was simply a fantasy you had finally acted upon.

This, however, didn’t change the fact that he was your friend’s father.

Would she mind if she knew?

Maybe she wouldn’t. She might just think that you are disgusting for sleeping with her dad but, in the end of the day, you are two consenting adults.

Why couldn’t you stop even when you realised that what you were doing was wrong?

When you made the first move it was almost like you were in a trance. You were overwhelmed. You wanted every bit of it but you never experienced sex quite like this. It was intense and he certainly knew what he was doing.

Whilst Cillian was much older than you, you were extremely attracted to him. Everything about him was perfect in your mind and he felt incredible when he was inside you.

You wanted so much more and thought that, perhaps, if it was just sex, it wasn’t wrong after all.

Together Again

Just as those thoughts raced through your mind, you heard a quite knock on the door.

Thinking that it was Denise, you didn’t bother to cover up as you were sitting on the guest bed in black cotton panties and a tight cotton singlet.

To your surprise, however, it wasn’t Denise who walked into the guestroom when you called out ‘come in’. It was Cillian.

His chin dropped as soon as he saw you. For some reason, he took a liking in your rather simple but yet revealing outfit, your messy hair and your black framed reading glasses.

‘Hey’ you simply said shyly as he was standing there speechless.

‘Hey’ he responded, swallowing harshly before telling you that he needed to talk to you.

‘Sure’ you said, putting the magazine down which you were reading along with your reading glasses. Then, you scooted over on the bed and indicated to him to sit down next to you.

His scent was intoxicating. He was freshly showered and his hair was still wet but you could still smell a hint of his aftershave on him.

‘So, what do you want to talk about?’ you asked without bothering to cover up your naked skin and you could see Cillian’s mind working overtime while the tension was building.

‘About what happened between us’ he then stammered while he observed your eyes wandering towards where they shouldn’t. But, you couldn’t help it and, when you noticed that he was reacting to your presence, you bit your lips seductively.

‘What happened between us was just sex. It’s not a big deal. People have sex all the time and you can trust me Cillian. It will remain our little secret’ you said in a seductive voice while moving your hand over Cillian’s upper thigh, through the hairs on his exposed skin and then all the way towards the rim of his boxers.

‘Y/N’ he barely managed to stammer, swallowing harshly.

‘Yes Cillian?’ you then smirked, noticing the effect you were having on him and moving your hand farther up his legs and beneath his boxers where you began to stroke his cock.

‘You are so hard’ you then whispered as you received no response from him other than a groan and, just as you did, Cillian took hold of you and pushed you beneath him in one swift movement.

Without words, Cillian’s warm lips met yours in a passionate kiss. The kiss was more urgent than before and you loved the way he asserted his dominance as his tongue circled around yours.

He felt such desire for you that he thought he would explode and, whilst he was normally quite vocal, every word he tried to say and every question he was going to ask you, were caught in his throat.

Wrapping your arms round him you ran your hands up and down his firm back as your mouths ground together. Sucking on each other's lips and plunging your tongues into each other’s mouth.

You couldn’t believe how wonderful it was to be kissed in such an experienced, almost sophisticated way and Cillian was marvelling at how someone so young could have learned to kiss so well.

Within split seconds and in between heated kisses, Cillian’s t-shirt and your singlet landed on the floor.

It wasn’t long until Cillian’s mouth left yours and began to wander over your firm breasts and then all the way down to your stomach which is where they came to a halt.

He interlocked his fingers with your panties and pulled them down, letting them join the other clothes on the floor before his head gracefully disappeared in between your legs.

‘It goes without saying, but you need to be quiet’ Cillian chuckled and you barely managed to nod before you covered your own mouth with the palm of your hand as Cillian dipped his tongue straight into your wetness.

‘Oh god yes’ you whimpered quietly as the rasping roughness of his tongue slid along your velvety wetness and sent enormous tremors through you.

You had little experience of either, receiving or, giving oral sex. In your world of mainly inexperienced boys, it was hardly on the agenda as they were generally too keen to get their rocks off to worry overly about your pleasure. In any case in the usually rushed episodes in the back of cars or downstairs with parents in bed there was hardly the time let alone the opportunity for languid pussy licking or sensual cock sucking. In the world of the forty-five year-old man lying between your opened legs, however, it very much was on the agenda and he seemed to enjoy it just as much as you did.

You moaned loudly as you were holding Cillian’s head in both hands as he licked the length of your pussy. He did it slowly with just the right amount of pressure making sure that the tip of his tongue fully anointed both lips and licked just inside them on that especially sensitive area.

When you moaned a little too loudly again, he reminded you to be quiet just before he sucked and kissed you again, covering every inch of the outside of your pussy before pushing the straightened tip of his tongue inside and probing upwards licking the insides as he started to tongue fuck you.

‘This feels so fucking good’ you stammered, legs shaking and quivering while Cillian held you tightly and it wasn’t long until you reached an orgasm which sent convulsions through your body.

You moaned a little too loud again as your whole body tingled and felt tender to the touch and tears of pleasure and relief, with a tinge of guilt, poured down your cheeks.

‘That was amazing’ you eventually huffed out as you slowly came down from your high and Cillian kissed his way back up your body until his lips reached yours.

‘You taste so fucking good’ he then whispered into your ear after your lips drifted apart and, just as he did, you reached in between his legs and began stroking his cock which was still rock hard.

‘I want to feel you inside me again…please…just once more’ you begged and the sound of you begging alone made Cillian groan.

‘Fuck Y/N…I want you so much’ he whispered as he pulled down his boxers and his wiggling body urged your legs to open so that his cock lay between your thighs with the bulbous end of it pressed against your lips.

‘Then take me’ you groaned marvelling at the fact your friend's dad was about to fuck you.

With the tip of his cock just slightly parting the lips of your pussy and his arms round your body with his hands gripping your taught bum he muttered something you couldn’t understand. It was obvious to you that his mind was hardly able to accept what was happening. Nonetheless, he wanted it so badly and, with a shrug of his hips, he sank his cock deep into your gorgeously tight and wonderfully welcoming pussy.

‘Oh god yes, Cillian’ you groaned as your fingernails were digging into his back.

He pushed himself in as far as it would go, eliciting more groans from you which he had to quickly silence with his lips.

You felt light-headed and deliriously happy. You also felt very filled. Cillian was bigger than the other guys you had been with and you loved the feeling of being stretched. The folds of skin that guard your clit seemed to be open and that so sensitive place felt to be exposed, so as Cillian started moving slowly up and down it was as though his cock was rubbing on it. You had never felt anything like it before. Just as you had never felt like cumming when a man's cock had only been inside you for a few moments.

Somehow, however, you managed to delay your release just a little bit longer, enjoying as Cillian thrusted into you hard and deep until, eventually, the inevitable happened.

‘Let go, there is no need to hold back’ Cillian reassured you and, just as he did, you allowed your orgasm to wash over you.

‘Oh god Cillian, fuck’ you shouted out and he quickly covered your mouth with his hand as he continued to thrust into and watched you lose control.

Your legs were shaking once again as you gave in and, when you finally came down, Cillian pulled out of you.

Thinking that he was done and that he wanted you to proceed as before, you scooted up but, to your surprise, Cillian pulled you on top of him instead.

‘Your turn to take what you need Y/N’ Cillian whispered and you couldn’t help but shiver at his words. He wanted you on top and that was yet another first for you.

‘You can cum again’ he then said but you couldn’t help but shake your head.

‘I don’t think I can, but I am willing to try’ you smirked. He had already given you four orgasms that day which were four more orgasms than anyone else before him had given you.

‘I bet you can’ he then winked and you nodded shyly before taking his hard cock into your hand and lining it up with your entrance.

‘I will be sore tomorrow I think’ you whispered as, with a moan, you sank down on his hard cock.

‘Yes, you will be’ Cillian chuckled as, all of a sudden, he thrusted upwards and deep into your mound, causing you to cry out in pleasure.

Once again, he covered your mouth with his hand as you began to ride him.

‘You feel so fucking good, you know that?’ Cillian groaned as you began to move up and down on his hard shaft. He certainly had become vocal now and you loved it.

‘So tight around my cock’ he then groaned as he met your thrusts and he could hear you starting to whimper.

‘Oh god…yes, fuck my pussy’ you moaned quietly, holding his hand and keeping it near your mouth while sucking on his fingers.

‘Cum inside me Cillian. I want to feel it. Fill me with your cum’ you then demanded as you began to ride his cock harder and faster and, by this point, Cillian had lost all self-control.

The dirty talk, the tightness of your pussy and the way your lips played with his fingers was too much for him.

‘Cum with me Cillian’ you then moaned as you let go and so did he.

‘Oh god Cillian, yes…fuck’ you groaned as such amazing feelings flooded your body and you felt him push into you as far as he could go.

‘Fuck Y/N’ grunted as you both climaxed simultaneously and you soared to a height of pleasure you had never previously experienced when Cillian’s cock exploded sending streams of his cum into you.

‘Oh god that was amazing’ you eventually huffed out when you both stopped moving.

‘Jesus Y/N’ Cillian grunted almost at the same time before his eyes shot open and he saw your satisfied smile.

Carefully, you climbed off him, releasing his cock from your tight pussy before you sat down on the bed next to him.

You spread your legs and, with curious eyes, you looked down on yourself and watched some of Cillian’s cum leak from your core.

‘That feels so fucking good…so warm and wet’ you observed as you collected some of his cum with your finger and brought it to your mouth while Cillian cocked an eyebrow, wondering what you were doing.

‘Uhm…?’ Cillian chuckled, watching you almost speechlessly but yet somewhat turned on.

‘I never had a guy cum inside me but this is so fucking sexy’ you observed with a laugh before reshuffling yourself and collapsing into his arms.

‘Yeah, about that…’ Cillian went on to say…

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