#kick scream and claw and take the bastards with you

[queenendless]

❤️‍🩹Tough Love (Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader)❤️‍🩹

A/N: This is a paid commission I wrote, requested by @anime-lover1234

Content warning: JJK AU with lots of angst, hurt/comfort, short injured teacher/sorcerer reader with lots of boo boos, overprotective!upset!SatoSugu hubbies yall.

Haibara alive in this AU, Nanako and Mimiko are first years here with Yuji Megumi and Nobara and they're your students too. Plus Gojo can heal others in this AU.

AND NEARLY 7K LONG SO THERE!

*Please DON'T plagarize, translate, or repost my FANFIC content. Reblog, like and follow instead.

You wanted to impress them.

You wanted to prove your worth in battle.

But things went far off the deep end.

It all began that one sunset evening.

As a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer, you were a perfect match for the Grade 1 curse spirit lurking in the forest near an abandoned school rumored to be haunted after closing down due to allegations of murderous cover ups.

As you pulled down the Curtain, the cool winds blew at your hair, swaying along with your black attire, as the sun was setting for you exorcized the curse at last.

You were turning, ready to return to Haibara-kun who was waiting by the car parked out front, when you felt a stir in the air.

You sensed it further deep in the thicket.

Another cursed spirit.

Small … but on the highest level.

Curiosity and cockiness came in, seeping into your being, compulsively drawn towards your next – spontaneous – assignment.

It was a tall skinny humanoid one, blood painting its skin, eating one of the few mangled teen corpses strewn about the splattered wrecked tents of the makeshift campsite.

"Forgive me. I couldn't save you all." You muttered, cursed energy pulsing through your legs. “I'll avenge you by exorcizing that curse.”

Then you chanted quietly.

“Emerge from the darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impure."

With the barrier now placed; this one designed to keep curses in, you moved in.

With its eyes slowly turning to spot you bouncing off the branches, a swift blur dashing through the air, you warped right behind it, readying a blow right to its head.

But going toe to toe with a special grade cursed spirit on your own … you know it's not the same as it was before. But you were willing to take this golden opportunity.

Your fist blazing with cursed energy, ready to strike, even as —

The spike in its cursed energy went through the roof in that split second.

The atmosphere now pricked with that rotten flesh smog coming off its figure.

One that sprouted up to 10 ft tall.

Your cursed punch missed its mark.

Its sharpened hand going right into your side.

It was all a trap.

And you fell for it.

Hook line and sinker.

Your banshee cry startled the birds as you warped out of its grip, blood spraying out from the forced movement, skidding back on shaky limbs, its toxic touch seeping into your gash wound.

Flashes of white exploded in your mind.

The screams of your two mighty husband sorcerers were blowing out your eardrums.

Your vision was spotty but you felt the shift in its cursed presence spring forward through the air, barely dodging its swipe but feeling the tips of its claws scrape your stomach.

Deciding to draw it away, you became the injured bait, running for your life, warping out of its grab, ready to slam a kick down from above —

The sight of Satoru and Suguru bleeding and crumpled before you took its place. A twinge of fear stabbed your nerves — you were socked hard from the side, paralyzing your cranium, warping in your dazed state right before slamming into a tree.

Covering your ears in futility at the intrusive fake voices invading your eardrums, you squeezed your eyes over your unwillingness to see their gutted crimson painted selves.

"Don't leave us here!"

Toru.

"How could you leave us behind!?"

Sugu.

"It's not real. They're not here. They can hold their own. Even against bastards like you." You growled under your breath, keeping your eyes shut. "Don't see. Don't hear. Just feel."

Sniffing the air as cursed energy heightened your nostrils, you followed its putrid stench and nothing else. Trusting your sense of smell by amplifying it to near max — your limit.

Yet the debilitating toxins were slowing you down. You were getting lightheaded as blood trailed down your side and leg from that open wound. The punches and kicks you managed to land on it were barely making a dent on this creep.

This curse was sapping you of your strength, your swiftness, and your stability at an alarming rate. All you could do was dodge and weave. But didn't stop the onslaught of punches, kicks and slashes littering your body.

Those normal – now dead – teens were just fodder to it.

Now that you; a sorcerer, was in its domain, you became its toy. It would kill you. But first, it would take its time and play with you, prolonging its enjoyment as long as possible, wearing you down until you broke …

Down at the nearby rural town, outside a combini, a bespectacled man just stepped out, throwing away the wrappings of his just finished sandwich, turning to where the foul energies were resonating, seeing the barrier among the thicket of trees …

Curled into the ground, gashes, bruises and blood painted your now immobile body, keeping your head to the ground when you suddenly sensed a trusting presence slipping inside the veil, looming above you, followed by the anguished roars of the special grade collapsing.

"Don't let it hit you … its toxins can make you hallucinate … and can mimic voices." You rasped out the warnings, coughing out blood in the process, when his folded work jacket was pressed into your hands then against your crimson dripping side.

"Understood. Keep pressure on that wound. You've lost enough blood already." You choked out a sob of relief at that low rumbling voice.

Kento Nanami.

A fellow Grade 1 sorcerer. A dependable comrade and a close friend. One of incredible proficiency. Extremely precise aim. Evades with clever maneuvers. Reinforced body with cursed energy.

Tying his spotted tie around his fist, he went into Overtime. With his now stained clothed blunted sword in hand, Nanami struck in as many weak spots as he could create on that titan.

The red and black sparks of Black Flash streaking right off him to chop off its enormous arm.

His words were ringing in your ears as he revealed his hand intentionally to raise his power levels.

Slashing weak points in the surrounding pine trees, he follows it off with diving in to cleave off its legs by the knee.

Bringing it face down to ground level just to cleave its head in two horizontally.

Releasing both his binding vows to enact that single blow, Nanami's extension technique Collapse activated, causing those pine trees to come tumbling down to bury it for good measure.

Scooping you up at breakneck speed, you two got clear of the fallen debris, slipped through the decaying barrier.

Neither of you sensed it any more.

Nanami's eyes bore great disappointment down upon you from on high. "And here I thought you were better than to emulate those two's recklessness."

You felt your pride crack, your ego bruise, and your shame boosted over Nanami-san's disapproval when you felt yourself blacking out and your form became limp too quick for his liking.

Nanami's exasperated, panicking face getting all up in yours, his shouting going mute in your ringing ears, occurred before it all went dark.

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Hastily calling Nitta-san to send the proper authorities to handle post cleanup in those woods, Nanami kept pressure on your wound in your stead as he situated you two carefully in the backseat as Haibara stepped on it; his wary eyes peeking in the rearview mirror now and then just so he wouldn't crash the car.

Watching in dismay as the only signs of you still alive was your little shifts of discomfort paired with frail mumbling, calling out for your loves, as fear worked its way to the front of your mind.

Hurriedly calling Shoko immediately after to meet them at the foothills of Mount Mushiro where the screeching halts of the car's tires skidded to an almost collision at the first torii gate.

The backseat was tainted red as Nanami tossed his stained business jacket aside then undid the buttons of your uniform jacket then tugged up your undershirt enough to show your biggest wound, allowing Shoko to lean over and work.

“What a way to spend my night." She huffed, concentrating as pure white light emanated off her hands and over your wound.

"She's lost a lot of blood already on top of fractured broken bones. And hallucinogenic, auditory ailments are still in effect even when curse has been exorcized." Nanami added, brooding from the added severity of the situation.

"What the hell, L/n?” Shoko heaved heavily, shedding sweat. "That curse's toxins are still in her system. It's making it difficult to fully heal her.” She was able to seal up your side wound though. “That will have to do for now. We need to move her."

"I'll join you all once I park the car." Haibara informed them, quickly leaning over from the driver's seat to kiss Nanami.

Nanami's tender gaze came Haibara's way before he got out of the car, carrying you, carefully treading up the steps, Shoko shutting the car door and hurrying behind him, with Haibara driving off and Nanami's bloody business jacket left discarded on the back seat.

Shoko spent the late night hours repairing your damaged self, collapsing over the metal surgical table from the overtime stress, panting from her energy spent. Blood pumped into a vein on your arm via the cannula connected to the drip. And your shallow breathing toppled with a cold sweat only made her push herself further as she squeezed your hand to keep you as grounded as possible and you continued murmuring the guys names in raspy, pleading whispers.

A harried Nanami patted Shoko's forehead with a clean spare rag lying on a counter while Haibara gave her a water bottle to hydrate.

Coming in and out of consciousness, tugged between horrish illusions and bleak reality, your once weakened pulse grew stronger as Shoko's RCT filled you, pushing the toxins out of your system.

So when you finally awoke, faded scars and bruises dotted your skin, front and back, leaving you groaning weakly as you clutched your pounding head. You felt like a truck had run you over.

"About time you woke up. Those fear toxins should be leaving your system now. But it did make healing you quite taxing for me. We can continue your checkup in the afternoon when we've both rested. But I could really use a drink right now.” Shoko apathetically griped as she carefully pulled the IV out of your arm just to place a cotton ball sticking to a bandage over the small leaking prick.

“Sorry about that, Shoko.” Feeling her gloved hand holding your still sore one, you barely squeezed back. "I failed to exorcize that special grade … I'm sorry I made you all overwork because of my screw-up." Your guilt stricken face struck their hearts.

"Nitta-san made sure the bodies were collected … what was left of them. Just count yourself fortunate that the curse was just dragging it out when I arrived. Never underestimate them." Nanami chastised you at the end, his goggles currently off, sternness laced in his eyes.

"Please … don't tell the guys. It's bad enough I couldn't exorcize it by myself. If they find out, they'll never let me live this down. Satoru especially." You weakly pleaded, struggling to sit up but able to get up on your bum as Haibara pulled you up.

"They'll find out sooner or later. And there'll be hell to pay if you choose to omit it from them. I will not partake in that sort of nonsense." Nanami griped, dreading the world flipped on its axis once your husbands found out.

"They'll never want to leave my side after this! They're already dealing with workloads of missions as is! Adding this to their pillars of stressful shit … I just need to be right as rain ASAP."

"No such thing as stress free in our line of work." Shoko bluntly stated.

"Gojo-san and Geto-san would be heartbroken if you kept this from them." Haibara frowned, personally wounded.

"They'd be even more wrecked that this happened and they weren't there to stop it …" Anxious guilt raked your bones.

A hand plopped into your hair, brushing it gingerly. “Your foolish pride as a sorcerer better be worth it if you're prepared for what will come of this endeavor." Nanami's foreboding didn't stop you from embracing him around his waist, pressing your face in his stomach, humming as Haibara gently hugged you from behind, and Shoko smiled nonetheless at the cute scene, especially at Nanami's sternness lessening and patting your head some more.

Still too out of it to walk on your own, you were pushed out in a wheelchair by Haibara, straight back to the dorms, stating he would stay in the room beside yours in case you needed any aid for the night, needing to head out in the morning alongside Nanami.

Carrying your ruined uniform clothes in the recyclable bag Shoko kept them in, you set them aside as you limped about to change into familiar comfier PJs you kept on hand in your old dorm room closet whenever you had to crash at the school grounds.

Pulling your phone out of the zip lock bag it was kept in thanks to Shoko too, you had seen it was still on.

They had been messaging you all night. Notifications of your group chat popping up on your lock screen.

But you just … felt too ashamed and embarrassed to reply back.

So you turned it off.

Without them smushing you between them tonight, there was no comforting warmth keeping you safe and sound.

And the aftermath of those horrific illusions and their copycats speaking during and post battle still lingered in your memory. Tittering between life and death, you were trapped within your worst nightmare yet.

Their disapproving glares.

Their cold voices.

Turning their backs on you as they walked into the foggy embrace of bloodshed against your voiceless cries and your wavering hand fruitlessly reached out into nothingness.

So going back to sleep was the last thing you wanted.

But even so, being in your old single dorm bed, your quiet sobs swarmed the room, your pent up agony painting your pillow in tears, stewing internally over wanting to suffer your follies alone versus wishing more than anything to have Toru and Sugu embracing you to chase all those bad dreams and fears away like they have always done.

Your phone stayed isolated on the small wooden bedside table, plugged in and charging. In silence.

Meanwhile, in a hotel, nestled in the Saitama prefecture that lies above Tokyo…

"Well, the twins are sleeping. Their mission definitely exhausted them both." Suguru softly informed, returning to his partner's side after checking on the girls in the room across from theirs.

A pouty Satoru groaned miserably, splayed out like a moody pancake across the bed, puppy eyes trained on his phone. "Suguru~! She's not answering me~!”

Now splayed out beside him on their shared hotel bed, Suguru ruffled Satoru's poofy hair. "Perhaps she's sleeping."

"She always answers me though! She didn't even send me a cute kitty gif~! The injustice!" Satoru cried, shoving his phone screen right in his best friend's face.

Suguru pushed Satoru's phone aside, pulled out his own from his sweatpants and sent a heart your way. And yet, it was not even read on your end. His forehead creased with worry. "No response for me either … I do hope nothing bad has happened.”

Satoru slung an arm around Suguru's neck, pulling himself snug against him, frowning vividly. "I miss her."

Suguru plopped his cheek atop Satoru's noggin. "So do I. The sooner we finish here with our own cases, the sooner we can have her in our arms again. Until then," Suguru brushed aside Satoru's snowy bangs to smooch his velvety forehead, tenderly grinning. "We'll just have to keep each other company~"

Now that piqued Satoru's intrigue, cheekily giggling as he rolled them over so the raven head could straddle him. “Nothing wrong with that~”

Suguru quickly turned the side table lamp off before engaging in a long, sensual make out with his smirking mate, whisking the night away.

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Your new strategy going forward?

Keep your phone off.

Give off the illusion of still being out in the field, doing assignments far off in the distance.

Stay locked up in your old room except for Shoko's treatments and bathroom breaks.

Until you were all patched up; no visually alarming marks blemishing your skin, you wouldn't let any aside from those that already knew find out.

Not your students.

NOT your men.

By the time you had awoken, Haibara had already left as informed. His sticky note he left on your bedside table with morning greetings and hopes to see you soon followed by a scribbled smiley face did turn your frown upside down.

But it meant you were the only one left in the dorm as your throbbing self painstakingly grabbed some long sleeved apparel outta the closet and changed before putting on some slippers. It was fall now, slowly transitioning to winter, so it was the perfect cover up to be snugly dressed.

You had just gotten outside when you noticed the trio heading to the torii gate exit.

Yuji sniffing the air was what alerted you; skidding to a halt as he was literally across from you on the other side of the long stone pathway, turning to eye you with an unpleasant awkwardness. Running over, his nose dove in closer to get a deep long whiff of you to your jitteriness.

He was your best student in terms of enhancing his senses to their peak with cursed energy. And one you cherished like your own pride and joy. Your pure son.

“L/n-sensei … you're injured. And you look restless. Did something happen?” His eyes became glassy saucers.

Your game plan was on the rocks now. Super human senses at work!

“Hey! The sooner we finish our mission from that blindfolded madman, the sooner I can get to shopping! So move it! No offense, sensei!” Nobara snapped out loud, waiting by the gate, curious what was occurring but impatient to wrap things up for her own reasons.

“Cone on Itadori! We're burning daylight!” Megumi coaxed.

“Alright alright, I'm coming!” Yuji's voice then softened for just you two to hear. “Sensei, whatever’s going on, just … take it easy, okay?”

Your heart swelled at his considerate caring nature like the precious boy he is, smiling thankfully. “I will. Thanks.”

“Welcome back.” That genuine smile of relief and joy of Yuji's almost made you tear up; your swelling up heart touched by his words, doing your best to smile through the soreness as you waved at the boy, saluting back to you, joining his friends, and heading off.

You started uncomfortably limping on your way the moment you students were out of eyesight. Shoko met you halfway, presenting a new wheelchair for you to make traversing more easier. “Sorry but Nanami-kun wanted me to remind you to work on your report about last night. We can head to the faculty office first. Besides, you look ready to topple over.”

You internally groaned at the stingy procedures, expected to recount your near death experience down to the last detail; literally occurring just last night, sending a grateful look her way. “What would I do without you, Shoko?”

“Let's just say I'm better off with you in my life … and I know I'm not the only one.” Apathy gave way to relieving passion in her gaze that you looked away to brush your wet eyes. And you both left it at that as she wheeled you the rest of the way.

Flash forward to some time later …

“I can't believe you going gung ho back there cost me my chance to hit up that sale at my new favorite boutique, you boneheaded idiot!” Nobara bit out.

“Okay okay, I get it! Go easy on my shoulder, Kugisaki!” Yuji yelped in pain at how much she was fussing as she and Megumi helped him walk since he took the brunt of the hits in their latest mission.

“Always ready to put yourself on the line for us … we can handle ourselves, you know, doofus.” Megumi was less harsh, making sure not to hit his shin against Yuji's stabbed one; wrapped in the torn sleeve of Yuji's uniform to stop the bleeding.

Yuji noticed the tender gaze his spiky haired friend gave him, smiling in recognition, chuckling sheepishly. “Protective instincts, I guess.”

“Serves you right, idiot.” Though Nobara and Megumi spoke such mocking words, they were softly spoken, still irked but also grateful they're all still standing.

The moment the trio splurged through the morgue door, spotting your bare back littered with bumps and wide slash marks had them faltering as their short beloved teacher and practically mother figure was in this state.

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

Their unified exclaims startled Shoko enough to press too hard on a red welt on your forearm, causing your excruciating shout.

You slapped your palms over your mouth, mortified at legit blowing your cover out loud.

Due to the fact that Shoko at the moment got a sudden phone call while examining you.

From THEM.

“Shoko, what was that?” Suguru demanded.

“Sounds like a wounded animal!” Satoru exclaimed.

“Takes one to know one. I have work to get back to. Bye bye~” Shoko's false perky jab reverts back to her usual demeanor after hanging up on them. “I would say stay hidden until everything settles down but I'd be lying. I know 25 mins away means those two lunatics will floor it by the end of the day. I wish you the best of luck, my dear.” Her sympathetic pat on your shoulder did not calm down those anxious belly butterflies.

“I knew you were hurt but … OKASAN WHO DID THIS TO YOU!?” Yuji's own wounds were forgotten as he scrambled over to you, blubbering out waterfalls, throwing off everyone by legit calling you mom out loud but too overwhelmed to notice right away.

You pulled your shirt back down, flushed in shame. “Special grade got the upper hand on me. Nanami-san saved me. Sorry to have you three see me like this. So please … keep this between us? Please?” You literally prayed for it.

“For my favorite sensei, my lips are sealed.” Nobara assured.

“Geto-sensei may be less hysterical … Gojo-sensei not so much … but those two together … oh God.” Megumi paled up at the reality.

“The calm …” Nobara ominously started.

“Before the shit storm.” Megumi drearily ended.

“Uh, while I'm not a big fan of keeping things from Gojo-sensei, if it's what you want, then I'll do it.” Yuji, skeptical but willing to make you happy, blushed pink as you embraced him loosely due to you still not being at full strength yet.

“Thank you.” You weeped.

Megumi, Nobara and even Shoko joined in on that hug.

Meanwhile, back in Saitama, again, nestled outdoors in front of a patisserie.

“That was suss as hell.” Gojo lowly rumbled, sitting under the umbrella covered table on one end, stuffing his last – now smooshed – Maneki Usagi Manju from his hands straight to his mouth.

“We know that shout all too well …” Geto's eyes teemed with cynicism, sitting across from him, sipping Sayama tea in one hand, his phone in the other.

Their mentality synced, restlessness in their bones, their six senses flaring up with red alerts.

Something did happen to you.

Something big.

Something bad.

With their cases long since finished; not surprising, their leisure time was spent sightseeing, tasting the treats the places they visited had to offer. Meaning more sweets for Gojo to savor. However, his gut along with Geto's twisted at the thought of you in trouble.

“Girls, gather your things. We're heading back now.” Geto firmly spoke while speed dialing Ijichi-san to come pick them up.

The twins, sitting at the table beside theirs, stopped taking selfies of themselves with their cutely decorated drinks at his announcement. “Yes, Papa~!”

Throughout the ride back to the school; Ijichi-san fidgeting and sweating bullets at his seniors stewing in silence, panicked thoughts raced through the duo's minds.

The one constant that kept coming up?

Whatever was going on with you …

They were getting to the bottom of it.

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The sky changed from blue and calm to orange and warm.

Getting healed by Shoko before being ushered out to continue healing you, the trio crashed in the common room slash longue when the sight of Nanako and Mimiko waving and smiling as they entered with bags of gifts and snacks to share and give had the trio beaming at the twins safe return.

However, the sight of their teachers coming round the corner into view, radiating such potent agitated auras, sent the trio's hearts racing in dread.

It spelled the first sign of doom.

Gojo zipped up right to them, a wide ass smile on his face, waving with bags of souvenirs on the other arm, cheerfully greeting them all.

“Oh my precious students~! Your esteemed adoring sensei has returned! And I come bearing gifts for you all! As thanks for a job well done! But on the condition that you answer me truthfully! Do you happen to know what our dear Y/n has been up to as of late~?”

“Nope.” Megumi kept a straight face.

“Nada.” Nobara is the same.

“We know nothing.” Yuji as well.

Their calm blunt responses had Geto narrow his eyes at their stoic behavior, the twins shuffling to him in nervousness at the tense situation, and Gojo's fake smile fell, becoming so straight faced. “Hmm … okay then. Hold these, please and thanks.”

Dropping their bagged gifts into their arms, Gojo warping away was the second sign.

Appearing again before them, with a squirming distressed you in his arms, was the final nail in the coffin.

Gojo hastily set you down, firmly grabbed your sweater sleeve covered hand, and tugged that sleeve up to your shoulder. Even with the blindfold on, you could picture his Six Eyes shrinking to dots at the colorful splotches and littering your once unblemished skin.

“What the hell?” Gojo's shaky raw voice had you gulping.

“How did … when did … Y/n explain yourself!” Geto's perturbed face turned to aggravation.

Keeping your head ducked, you could picture their eyes bearing those same cold, disappointing glazes those curse's nightmares forced you to bear. Your state of panic got triggered!

You wince in pain, trying in vain to tug your hand free of Gojo's iron hold. Warping into the morgue, literally sweeping you off your feet, greeting Shoko, then warping out of the morgue all meant your recovery got cut short.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going!?" Gojo jested, pulling your back against his front, caging you in his hold, knowing to restrain himself on the pressure, gritting his canines at seeing those same colorful marks on the back of your neck. “You better start talking.”

"You mustn't strain yourself any more, either! You can barely walk as is!" Geto irritatedly griped, wrapping his arms around your other one, leaving you wobbling, therefore needing either of them as counterbalance.

"I'll be fine! I'll get better! I'm innocent!" You babbled desperately, wiggling like a worm, to your utter dismay and their annoyance.

Geto narrowed his eyes, downtrodden. "Have you no shame, Y/n? And you three knew about this, didn't you?!” His eyes flared up with scorn as his face whipped to the trio, having all three flinch back at the irritated sight.

“And after all the trouble I went through to get you all gifts!” Gojo dramatically complained.

“Unnecessary to be honest.” Megumi dryly rebuttal.

“My tastes far exceed yours, anyway.” Nobara throwing shade.

“I'll take them all, thank you very much! I felt like telling you Gojo-sensei, I swear! But L/n-sensei was in pain and I just wanted to help her!” Yuji blabbed.

“Softie.” Mimiko and Nanako teased smugly.

“Yuji~!” Gojo weeped.

“I told them to keep quiet. Shoko and Haibara too. Nanami wanted no part in it. It was all my fault!”

Your pleas only riled them up more. Their eyes returned to you, burning intensely, straight into your soul as they cushioned you between their built bodies just like a mating press.

You gasped as Geto's hand slid under your top, his calloused touch sending anxious tingles through you, feeling that tender scar left on your side, lips trembling and eyes wavering. “Honestly believing you could pull the wool over our eyes, dearest? Ridiculous.” Geto belittled.

Gojo scoffed, suddenly frightening as he towered behind you, alarming everyone besides Geto as he pulled down his blindfold to stare down at you now with those glaring Six Eyes. "Screw that. This isn't panning out well for you, darling. Not at all.”

Your weak whines of protest made the teens cringe with pity. Your short self was literally trapped between giants. The atmosphere was so thick with tension that trying to cut it with a knife would mean getting obliterated. GoGe might as well be a bomb.

But to see tears swell up in your e/c eyes and trail down your cheeks, glistening from the guilt, embarrassment and pain, everyone in that room froze in paling realization.

You were the actual bomb.

And you just got set off.

"DON'T HATE ME!"

Your heartbroken scream had the strongest duo become the weakest. Their grips laxing, their tunnel vision eroding, their resolve dusting, as you pulled away freely, tugging your sleeve back down to cover the damage, sat down on the couch to your buckling knees relief, and cried in your tarnished hands, becoming a mess for them all to see.

"L/n-sensei no!!! Please don't cry!!!" Yuji went into a panicked frenzy, squatting down before you, frazzled as you bowed your head against his jacketed shoulder, rubbing your shoulders in an attempt to soothe you, sweating bullets at the sight of his once mighty teachers now becoming statues at this turn of events. "None of us hate you! It's okay! Everything's gonna be okay! R–Right guys?!”

"You two are the scum of the Earth, you are! Harassing an injured emotional woman!" Nobara yelled abhorrently in their stunned paled faces, pulling out tissues from her small flowered package she kept in her belt pack along with her cursed tools to offer you. “Here sensei. Take these.”

"I won't blame her if she files for divorce." Megumi gripes under his breath, sitting down beside you, timidly rubbing your back in comforting circles. "L/n-sensei, you need to calm down and rest."

“Geto-sama, do something about this! Mama is a wreck now!” Nanako was willing to put her foot down at this insolence.

“This is depressing.” Mimiko patted your head from behind the couch.

Your desperate need to melt into a puddle and just die from utter disgrace was dashed when you felt Gojo approaching.

His serious blazing eyes spoke for themselves to let him handle you himself, but those kids hesitated letting this slide when the gentle shushing of their usually obnoxious teacher threw them for a loop. Sitting down in the free space on your other side, gently brushing your hair, he leaned in to your ear to confess —

"I'm sorry." You stiffened at his words as they rumbled against your ear. While you were partly miffed and scared due to his attitude, his gentleness returning made you drawn to him all over again, recollecting how much you did miss him — miss them both actually cause OF COURSE YOU DO!!!

Weaving his hand through your hair, he carefully pulled your head to rest against his chest instead, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, a shaky vulnerability leaking into his voice. “I'm so sorry.” You dare set down your hands to see his eyes as glittery blue glass. "I shouldn't have snapped like that. I hate seeing you cry like this.” His wandering hand had his fingertips weave through yours to squeeze your hand benignly. “Especially when you're all banged up. I just …”

“I'm deeply sorry as well.” The moment Suguru sat down in Megumi's spot, the kids had already stood back and watched with anticipation as his arms gently hugged your waist from behind, kissing your blotchy cheek, regret radiating on his face. “We both shouldn't have approached you so harshly. We were out of line. We just …”

They were both at a loss for words.

Taking a chance, a risk, a leap of faith, you decide to tell them the truth, rather preferring for them to hear it from you than read it from a document.

“The other night … a special grade curse popped up just when I finished my case … I wanted to prove myself … I thought I could take it on … but Nanami saved me in the end. I was … ashamed … anxious … afraid. It showed me … illusions … nightmares … of you both suffering and abandoning me … and I panicked when you both got upset earlier … I just – !”

“You haven't properly rested at all.” Geto delicately gripped your chin and turned your face to see the dark circles under your now red eyes. “Beloved, you of all people should know that keeping your troubles bottled up inside does no one any good! Least of all hiding your pain from us when we can help!”

“You can't always be there for me … I can't keep weighing you down … but I can't hold my own when it really counts … I'm never gonna be at your level … even as a Grade 1 … by myself … I'm not good enough.” Your eyes squeezed shut, deep seated in this emotional turmoil.

“Yes you are!” The sharp conviction Satoru had made your eyes snap back open. It got your attention attentively. “We still think of them … Kuroi … Amanai … what we could have done differently or better … had we not failed them. If anything happened to you … and if we weren't there to stop it … and it already has … then what the hell’s the point in being the strongest when we can't protect those that matter to us the most?!” You shook as his tears hit your nose, rubbing his wet nose against yours with those beautiful blue eyes now red with compassion looking into yours, for even his watery smile is breathtaking. “You've never been weak. Not to any of us. You kept us together through all the shit thrown our way since that day. I don't need Six Eyes to tell me this truth … that you are the most beautiful, genuine, strongest soul I know you are inside and out.”

“You're the very reason I gathered the courage to reach out to everyone when my resolve wavered … when I lost my way … it's difficult to wear a heartfelt smile in this world …” Sugu's voice slipped for a moment, his almond eyes twinkling as his wet cheek nuzzled yours, pressing a timid kiss to the corner of your lips, another breathtaking smile amiss the waterfalls. “But you brought back my smile. You helped me find a better way … I'm no longer alone. So you don't get to be either. Not anymore.”

Unified, their cracked voices caved.

“We can't lose you too.”

You breathed in their natural scents, submerged in their warmth, coveted in their supportive treasuring embrace, their crying faces resting against either side of your neck, just to be as close to you as possible without hurting you more so than that curse and themselves already have.

In this moment of vulnerability, the strongest duo put down their guards just to show you how immensely you've always mattered to them. Your pain, your sadness, your doubts … they're theirs too.

Your hand that was still being held by Satoru weaved down to rub against Suguru's knuckles, drawing him in to lay his hand atop both yours. “I feel the same way.”

“But damn Y/n, you scared us shitless." Gojo sighed exasperated, now chewing and suckling hungrily on your red cheek just to hear your raspy squeals for their amusement.

"Immensely." Geto hummed conspiratory like, chewing and tugging on your other cheek for good measure, your squeaking making them smirk.

“I'm sorry!” You garbled out, mewling.

Suguru popped off your cheek, pecking it several times apologetically. “We're sorry too. We're just relieved that you're alive.”

Satoru popped off your cheek as well, smooching the welt left in his wake. “Still injured though, but I'll finish healing you myself.”

Catharsis finally came as your waterworks were one of relief. “I missed you both so much~!!!”

"Yosh, yosh~” Satoru doting on you, petting your head like the cutie you will always be in their eyes. “We missed our cutie patootie too~” Now that got you to smile at last, shedding tears of joy, as your chortled laughs made them smile as well.

The kids left you three a while ago when the mushiness kicked in. The twins giggled as Megumi summoned his wolf Shinigami for them to ride on so they could stop pestering him, right before he buried his bashfully blushing face in the crook of Yuji's neck who carried him and Nobara with ease from her own pestering, heading off to do whatever.

Now drained from the mental and emotional trip you went through, all you wanted now was sleep.

And to be honest?

So did the guys.

Your old dorm bed would make do just this once. For old times sake. Warping you three there was easier on an already wiped Gojo, anyway.

Their uniforms, boots, and socks along with your slippers littered the floor.

The AC hummed in the background.

And the drawls of moonlight slipped through the curtains.

Tepid flustered gasps left your parted lips as Satoru sensually trailed his smooth sly hand across every inch of your backside under your top, healing you from that point as you relaxed.

You smothered your face in Satoru's snug black tee covered pecs as he ran his fingers through your hair, languidly brushing it to further soothe you, pecking your forehead. “It wasn't the same without you.”

Suguru carefully splayed on top of you from behind, warmth seeping through his snug white tee and into your cloth covered back, heatedly breathing down your flushed nape as his veiny giant hand caressed your bare tummy underneath your top as well as stroking your thighs with his other hand. “Having you to cuddle again, all snug in between us, truly feels like heaven.”

“No angel to sleep with … oh how did we cope without you~?" Satoru ranted quietly as he could for your sleepy sake.

Suguru gave him a sly smirk. “Satoru~”

Satoru chuckled, ruffling Suguru's loosely free hair, before resting that hand on Suguru's lower back. “Okay, it wasn't bad at all. Even so… can I please just keep us in this moment and never let each other go ever again?” Satoru gently begged.

“As long as I can get some shut eye. And new uniform garbs.” Your cheek nuzzled his chest, consenting in a yawn.

“Deal.” With Six Eyes now switched off, Satoru became heavy-eyed at the sight of his two favorite people in bed with him. Back together again.

“No more bad thoughts for us tonight.” Suguru languorously rumbled in your ear.

“Plus those nightmares will get a kick in the balls if they come back.” Satoru grumbled drowsily.

“If it's a curse, sure. Dreams, not so much.” You mumbled softly.

Satoru could feel your body start to reach the end of its recovery from his healing touch, trailing his hand from your back to cover your hand that rested on the front of his shirt where his heart lay.

Suguru's own hand traversed, resting atop Satoru's, all three splayed on his chest in the same exact spot.

You sagged as you felt the weight of all that battle damage lift right off you, for all the pain got replaced with fuzzy tingling warmth.

Shivering with delight, you felt those two curling in on you from both sides, their legs tangling with yours, as you all smushed in the middle, with Suguru's face against your shoulder and Satoru's in your hair.

“Toru … Sugu … I love you guys.”

Satoru breathed in your scent, smiling drowsily. “We love you too … so damn much.”

"Truly. We'd be lost forever if we never knew you.” Suguru mused languidly.

A tiny smile formed as you succumbed to your long awaited dreamland. “I … feel … the same.”

And the kiddies, poking their heads through the crack in the slide doorway, eyed you snug between those two in just their tees and boxers, your entangled limbed cocoon, the bed comforter halfway touching the floor, as gentle snores and breathing made up your guys personal symphony.

Taking some snapshots for potential blackmail material; basically on Nobara and Megumi's part, they left you three to rest.

Of course, knowing you three, you'll stay in bed all day tomorrow. Whether to sleep, talk, cuddle, make out, do the devil's tango — nah it's all of the above! Meaning no classes.

The weekend is free.

To unwind and reflect.

Your old room feels more homely now that they're there with you.

That night, you’re gifted with cathartic, stress relieving dreams where those two awaited you with smothering embraces and enriching laughter.

Through their tough, imposing, and fierce exteriors …

There lay the true blessings that are their empathy, passion and humanity.

Your chaotically lovestruck sorcerers.

And you, their heaven sent wife, will feel their love till the very end.

And even beyond.

For Infinity.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk au #jjk fanfic #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #suguru geto x reader #satosugu x reader #gojo x geto x reader #satoru x suguru x reader #jjk angst #jjk hurt/comfort #jujutsu kaisen angst #jujutsu kaisen comfort #satoru gojo x y/n #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x suguru geto #suguru geto x you #suguru geto x y/n #jujutsu kaisen au #gojo x reader #geto x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #geto x y/n #geto x you #gojo x geto x you #jjk trio #jujutsu kaisen fic

[tired-and-ticklish]

Back On The Air

Sequel to Broadcast Interference

Disclaimer: This is a tickle fic, so if that isn’t your thing, then just ignore this. 

Summary: Vox learns there are consequences to messing with the Radio Demon.

TW: Tickling (Intense, seriously), Swearing, Restraints, Vox and Alastor are both Bastard Men, Mentions of Cannibalism

Alastor hummed, looking over his captive. There were many things he could do Vox, ranging from eating him to ripping his soul apart, but he always believed in a little ‘tit for tat’, so to speak. Speaking of the TV Overlord, he seemed to be switching between trying to escape, and glaring at the Radio Demon so intensely, like he was trying to set him ablaze.

“Come now, did you really think I would just let you get away with your transgressions?” Alastor asked, standing in front of the trapped TV.

“No, I thought you were so old and senile you’d forget.” Vox taunted, grinning down at the Radio Demon.

“And you thought I was pushing my luck?” Alastor hummed as his eyes scanned the TV, looking for a good place to start.

Well, as a cannibal, he did always have a preference for ribs. He gave Vox no time to react, quickly skittering his fingers over the area. Vox jolted, biting his lip (did he even really have lips with having a television for a head?), not wanting to give Alastor the satisfaction of breaking him so easily. That was fine, Alastor preferred the slow approach to torturing his victims.

“I-It’s no use, y-y-y-you fossil.” Vox tried to keep his laughter at bay, but Alastor’s ears twitched as he heard it. A snicker here, a chortle there. 

“And now you’re going to try and lie to me on top of everything else?” Alastor tutted. “Perhaps you need to be taught some manners.”

“S-S-Shove it up your ass-” Vox started, only to snort as the deer’s fingers moved to his sides.

“You really just keep digging yourself deeper, Vox.” Alastor hummed. “First, you break into the hotel-”

“Thehehe dohohohohor wahahahas unlohoho- SHIHIHIHIT-” Vox screamed as Alastor tickled faster.

“Don’t interrupt me.” Alastor growled, continuing to dance his fingers up and down Vox’s sides. “Secondly, you steal hotel property-”

“Thehehehe fuhuhuhuhuck ahahahare yohohoohhu tahahahalking abohohoh- FUHUHUHUCKING HEHEHEHEEELLL!” 

“Since you obviously need a reminder,” Alastor said as his hands moved dangerously close to Vox’s hips. “You drank from Husker’s bar while he isn’t even here, you made a mess of the hotel, attacked the hotel sponsor, myself, and then made the foolish mistake of testing me.”

“Nohohohot mihihihihy fahahhaault youhohohohou’re sohohohoho fuhuhuhcking tihihihcklish!” Vox exclaimed, trying to glare at the deer demon.

Alastor leaned in close, his voice low. “So this is a fitting punishment.”

Before another snarky remark could leave the TV Overlord’s mouth, Alastor’s hands were suddenly upon his hips. Vox let out a surprised squeal at the contact, much to the Radio Demon’s amusement.

“GEHEHEHEET AAHAHAHAHWAHAHAHAY!”

“My my, so easy to read~” Alastor teased with a chuckle, slowly circling his claws on Vox’s hips. “I take it this is a good place to stay for a while then~?”

“EHEHEHEHEHAT SHIHIHIHIHIHIT!” Vox replied, trying his best to at least pull one of his legs out so he could kick Alastor away from him. The tendrils held strong, obviously not ready to let the TV Demon go until the Radio Demon was satisfied. 

“Seems like you agree!” As if to accentuate his point, the Radio Demon’s claws dug into the spot, kneading and squeezing as much as he desired. 

Vox’s laughter went up an octave as Alastor continued to tickle his hips. No matter how desperately he tried, the TV Demon couldn’t escape the Radio Demon’s claws, poking, prodding, squeezing and spidering all over his hips. After a few more moments, Alastor stopped, allowing Vox a moment of respite.

“Okay.. you prick, you got your revenge. Now let me go!” Vox growled, Alastor simply chuckled.

“Oh, I can’t do that just yet, old friend.” Alastor hummed, looking the TV Demon over a bit. “There’s still so much more to punish you for.”

“Go fuck yourself!”

“Charming as ever, Vox.” Alastor hummed, getting an idea. “You know, all this fighting has left me quite famished, and I see a nice little meal in front of me~”

More shadowy tendrils appeared, ripping open the TV Overlord’s jacket and shirt, just as he had done to the Radio Demon. Vox’s eyes widened, threats flying out of his mouth as Alastor leaned down by his stomach. His threats and pleas fell on deaf ears as the deer began to lightly nibble on his stomach.

“Fuuhuhuck! Fuhuhuhck stohohohohhop!”

The Radio Demon paid him no mind, nibbling and biting Vox’s stomach, his sharp teeth adding to the ticklish feeling. Unlike many of the demons of Hell, the TV Overlord lacked any animal features, making the rest of his body hairless, and thus, even more susceptible to bites, nibbles, and raspberries.

“I-Ihihihih’m gohohoohhing to kihihihihilll yohoho-” Vox tried to threaten, only to be cut off by his own squealing as Alastor blew a raspberry right on his navel. “FUHUHUHUHUCK!”

And, just to make it worse, because Alastor was a prick, he squeezed Vox’s hips, pinching and tickling them once again.

“DAHAHAHAHAAHMN HIHIHIHIHIT STAHAHAHAHAHAAP!”

The raspberries, bites, and nibbles continued for a while, as well as the squeezes and pinches to Vox’s hips. Soon, however, the Radio Demon grew bored of the spot, stopping his attack. The TV Demon caught his breath, glaring at Alastor.

“Are you fucking finished?!” Vox growled.

“Hmmm, nope. There’s one more spot I wish to try.”

Alastor’s eyes drifted up toward Vox’s TV antenna, tilting his head curiously at the sight. Vox seemed to notice this, watching as the Radio Demon’s hands moved toward his antenna. Before the TV Overlord could yell at the deer to get away, he felt it, Alastor’s fingers rubbing and stroking the antenna.

Vox lost it.

“F-FUHU-FUHUH-FUUHUHUCK NHOHOH-NOHHO-NOHHOT THEHEHEHERE!” He exclaimed, his voice glitching as he was tickled. 

“Oh~?” Alastor hummed, rather amused. “Is the TV buffering again?”

“NNOHOHOH-NOHOH- NOHOHOH!”

“Goodness, such a reaction and only from a few little tickles~” Alastor was enjoying this quite a bit. “You know, I thought of another reason why radio is the vastly superior entertainment option.”

“SHOHOH-SHOHOHOHO- SHOHOHOHVE YOHOHOHOUR REHEHE- REHEHEHE- REHEHEASON UP YOOHOHO- YOHOHOHOUR AHAHAHA- AHAHAHA- AAHAHHAASS!”

“Consider this; I could easily broadcast your laughter all over Hell! Wouldn’t that be fun~? No one even has to see your face to know how badly I’m tormenting you. I could just simply describe what I’m doing, letting every single denizen of Hell know exactly what breaks you~!”

“DOOHOHOHN’T-DOHHOHOHN’T YOUHOHOHOH DAHAHA-HAHAHAHA-DAHAHAHRE!”

“Imagine what the masses would think about this? ‘Back on air, the Radio Demon, featuring a very, very ticklish special guest~!’ It would be quite embarrassing for you, wouldn’t it?” Alastor chuckled, delighted by the idea. “I wonder how your employees would feel, knowing that their boss loses all his composure from a few well placed pokes.”

Vox laughed even harder from Alastor’s teasing, the deer’s ears picking up the sound of the TV’s internal fans kicking on to cool his internals down. This only made Alastor even more amused, laughing to himself at how easy it was to completely fluster the TV Overlord. How he wished he could keep this up all day.

Sadly, Charlie and the others would return soon, and even though Alastor was not killing Vox or hurting him, he really wasn’t in the mood for a lecture. After a few more slow, agonizingly ticklish strokes to the TV’s antenna, he backed away. As Vox caught his breath, the shadowy tendrils unceremoniously dropped him onto the floor.

“F…fuhuuhuhcking Hell…” Vox panted, a few more snickers escaping as he composed himself. “You’re evil.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be a powerful Overlord if I was kind.” Alastor chuckled. The TV rolled his eyes as he got up. “Now, we should fix this place up, before the others-” “What the fuck happened to the hotel?!” Vaggie’s voice interrupted, both Overlords turning to see the group had returned.

The bodyguard looked positively pissed that parts of the hotel had been damaged in Alastor and Vox’s fight. Charlie was staring at both of them in shock. Niffty, despite the smile on her face, was seething at how messy the hotel now was. Husker and Angel had both had tubs of popcorn, clearly about to enjoy whatever show was going to happen, until the bartender saw the broken bottles around the bar.

“Well, that seems like my cue to leave.” Vox said, straightening up, before giving Charlie a respectful bow. “Terribly sorry about the hotel, your highness.”

He didn’t sound sorry at all. With a small zap!, Vox had sent himself away through the hotel’s TV, leaving the Radio Demon to suffer with the consequences of the slightly ruined hotel. Of course the TV Overlord would leave him to deal with the incoming lecture and yelling from Vaggie, as well as Charlie’s disappointed scolding.

“Before you all get yourselves in a twist, I’ve already told you I would not let my new project fall into disrepair.” As Alastor said this, he snapped his fingers, his shadow minions quickly appearing and getting to work fixing and cleaning up his and Vox’s mess.

“Why was Mista Vox here anyway?” Angel asked, before noticing Alastor’s torn shirt and jacket, and smirking slightly. “Oooh ho-”

“Because he likes to be a thorn in my side.” Alastor interrupted. “Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Hey, ya don’t gotta explain yourself ta’ me, Smiles~” Angel teased, only to yelp as Alastor smacked him on the head with his cane.

“Yeah well, can you try to keep your fights with other Overlords out of the hotel?” Vaggie sighed, dragging a hand down her face. “Or whatever hate-fucking you two do.”

“I can assure you all, I’m not interested in anything of the sort. Especially not with Vox of all demons.” Alastor growled dangerously, a clear sign to end this train of thought.

“Um, Al, I appreciate you protecting the hotel.” Charlie began, getting between the Radio Demon and the others. “But, like Vaggie said, couldn’t you have done it outside?”

“Had I known he was showing up, I would have taken things outside.” The Radio Demon responded, looking at his nails casually, like he was already bored of the conversation. “Too bad he left before I could get him to replace the alcohol he stole from Husker’s bar.”

“That motherfucker!” Husk exclaimed, quickly going to the bar to check the damages and see how much alcohol was missing.

Despite the headache that came with having to explain himself, Alastor had learned something very interesting today, as did Vox. Something that would make their future encounters much more entertaining. Perhaps the TV Overlord wasn’t as boring as the Radio Demon thought.

#hazbin hotel tickle #ler!alastor #lee!vox #tickle fic

[ladystarksneedle]

Do I make you feel sick?

Aemond x niece reader

Summary: A princess confronts the ghosts of her past.

Word count: 1.7k

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Dividers by @saradika

She doesn't know what possesses her as she lunges at him, arms flying everywhere, nails clawing at whatever part of him she can hurt. They fall to the ground in a heap, with her screaming and hitting his chest with her fists in quick succession before trying to get to his eye. He flips her over just as she manages to scratch his cheek, hissing as he pins her arms above her head, caging her with the weight of his body.

“Have you had enough?” he huffs impatiently. 

She spits at him aiming for his good eye in response, making him growl and grab her neck in warning. Her eyes widen in fear as she sees him look at her with malice. She struggles to breathe as she realizes it is the first time she's seen the likes of it on his face. His grip relents when he feels her gasping, enough to let her know he's unwilling to kill her. There is a silent warning in his eye, which she accepts with a difficult nod making him relax his hold on her neck letting her breathe at last. She sputters and coughs as he brings his face close to her hammering pulse, biting her neck harshly.

“Why” she whimpers beneath him.

“You know why” he mumbles against the shell of her ear “I was owed a debt”

“At what cost” she spits, angling her face towards his “You've ruined us, destroyed our family”

“He was never mine to begin with”

“But I was,” she croaks as he runs his nose along her cheek.

“You are a liar and a cheat” she breathes against him “Did your hatred not extend to the bastard you laid with”

He chuckles in response pulling her up with him to he sit on his haunches “It seems I've gotten my hands on every last Strong except you”

“What has become of you” she spits in disgust, his moniker lingering at the tip of her tongue.

“Say it, every bit of it is true. I'm just like you”

“I’ve done nothing which wasn't expected of me”

“No, only shed innocent blood for your  mother’s cause”

“I had no part in it” she chokes out  “I didn't wish for him to die”

He gazes at her with mistrust twisting her arms behind her back feeling her riding leathers for a weapon.

“It matters not, little traitor. You made your choice” he hums thoughtfully “Do you know what they said when they murdered Jaehaerys? A son for a son they claimed as they slit his throat” 

She shivers as he pulls her to stand, turning her around to face the trees brandishing the dagger she'd kept hidden beneath her tunic. “Helaena is lost to her grief. They say losing a child does that to a mother, takes away all her sanity. I shall repay yours with justice of my own” he says drumming his fingers across her belly “I know how much you've wanted this, for us to be a family. We'll finally have all that you crave for.”

“You are depraved” she shivers, making him chuckle humorlessly.

“I am what you've made me byka nūmio, you can't escape your fate anymore.”

She twists and thrashes in his grasp as brandishes her blade against her neck, clicking his tongue in response. 

“I despise you,” she whispers. “There is nothing you can do to make me lie with you”

He ignores her as he speaks again “Where is your little dragon, hmm. She seems to have left you all alone.”

She looks around in fright, unable to locate Naerax. The trees around her feel eerily quiet, with no sign of anyone apart from both of them breathing heavily. 

“What have you done to her?”

He chuckles in response. “Fear not she is nearby, uniting with her own. Vhagar shall take good care of her”

“Let me go”

“Didn't you come here to find me” he smirks, nicking her neck watching a column of blood trail down her skin.

“I came here to kill you”

He laughs heartily as he spins her around, sheathing her dagger before effortlessly throwing her over his shoulder “What has your mummer queen's cause come to if they've sent you to accomplish such a task.”

“You don't think I'm capable of it?” she replies, trying to kick him.

“Mayhaps, but I know you far better. Your mother was a fool to test your loyalty”

“I am nothing but” she all but screams.

“Indeed, yet to who begs the question” he smirks, hauling her towards the trees.

“Has all the smoke gotten to your head qyybor. You are a fool to think I'll ever betray my family just as you were to leave King’s landing.” She feels him stiffen as they pass through the canopy, his grip tightening on her. (Uncle)

“I have waited out this war to claim what is owed to me and your tantrums shall be the last thing standing between what I want” he says as she tries to reach the dagger sheathed near his waist.

“I've caught you now byka mittys” he says, pulling her braid to face him, eye glinting in the dark as he smiles at her with glee. “Rest, you'll need it in the days to come” (little fool)

The last thing she sees before she goes limp in his arms are spots of green through the mist shrouding them.

She wakes up to the night sky, clear and starry, as she rubs her eyes. There is a fire kindled before her with a woman turned away from where she now sits awake, staring into it as she grinds something in her hands. 

“Be welcome princess, it's been a while” she says without turning to face her. Her voice rings in her ears, unnaturally shrill as she tries to catch a peek of her face.

“You must be the fire witch”

“I have many names. Most call me Alys”

“Where am I?”

“You are safe, as he would have it”

She glances around trying to find him at her admission, perplexed at the strangeness of her surroundings. They appear to be near a small clearing hidden unnaturally from the rest of the land.

“He shall return soon, you need not worry for him”

“I do not”

Green eyes turn to her, deep and cold as they regard her with mirth. “You are as he spoke of, young and foolish”

She fights the urge to bite back as she responds “You know nothing of me”

Her words evoke the strange woman's laughter, a shrieking sinister sound, rattling her before a few ravens croak near the skyline. 

“Be grateful for his affection, princess” she says mockingly “For that is what is keeping you alive”

“As it has been serving you, I suppose” she says, staring at her swollen womb with distaste.

“Oh yes, but I'm far more useful than a lost girl without her dragon��� she snickers. 

“What do you see in the flames? I've heard whispers of your visions.”

“Things that have and will come to pass” she replies cryptically.

“Must be lonely to know he's keeping you with him for your gift” she replies snarkily, noticing her frame stiffen in response. 

“Do not antagonize her too much dōna” she hears as she feels him towering behind her. (Sweet)

She huffs in annoyance as he regards her before walking past her to hand the witch something. She sees her take it before retreating into the forest, leaving them alone again.

“Where is Naerax”

“Asleep, as you were a while ago”

“Why are you keeping me here”

“What do you have to return to? You're far away from home” he bites back. “Or does a certain bastard await your return” he asks, twirling her dagger in his hand.

She stares at him incredulously laughing at his response. “Addam? Nyke daor pāsagon ao” (I cannot believe you) “After all that has happened, that is what bothers you”

“It doesn't matter, he shall not live to see you again”

His response elicits another scream as she tackles him to the ground before being flipped over again with force.

“Does the thought of him dying evoke such despair, perhaps I'll have to kill him sooner”

“You are craven. Will you slay the entire realm in your madness”

“Every traitor shall face his due”

“Perhaps you should start with your lover then”

“And here I thought you wished to spare the innocent”

“She is hardly free from blame”

“The child she carries has no part to play”

“Your babe is as treacherous as his father before him”

“The only traitor I see here is you”

“I have never betrayed you. You are a fool to think so”

“I suppose galavanting about with a Velaryon bastard isn't the treachery that you speak of”

“You base your accusations on rumors? Slanders which are nothing but falsehood” she spits “I stand by what I said, I am nothing but loyal”

He lets her go in bewilderment as she feels her cheeks wet with tears. “None of it is true”

He looks away as she speaks, anger flashing in his eye “You were lost to me”

“I was”

“Then I am not to blame”

“You are and you can never absolve yourself of it. I loved you and you betrayed me.”

“You chose your mother”

“As did you”

“Do you think my decisions haven't tormented me? Do you think you're the only one who's suffered? You made me lose everything” he shouts. “I lost the capital. I lost our advantage while you ran around doing as you pleased.”

“You confuse me with yourself,” she scoffs.

“You've tormented me for years. Do not come here and claim that you love me when all you've ever done is left” he remarks with uncontrolled rage.

“And all you've done is find the first woman you could to warm your bed while I mourned my loss, one that you inflicted” she screams back as he moves towards her grabbing her face in his hands. 

“I despise you” she whispers as he brings his face close to hers shaking with emotion

“As do I,” he whispers back, inching closer to her.

It is only fair, she thinks when he consumes her finally. She feels the salt from her tears coat his lips as they move against hers, velvety and soft as he grips her harshly, pulling her closer in haste. She clings to him as they devour each other and when she lunges at him again, pushing him to the floor of her makeshift bed, he relents easily in his own desperation and unrestrained rage of being pulled apart from what was always meant to be theirs.

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LOGAN HOWLETT - BEGIN AGAIN

A/N: And here I am, once again. With another one-shot. Well... not a one-shot. This is chapter one of a series with Logan. More on that later.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Warning: none

Summary: After a failed mission, Logan unexpectedly brings home an injured mutant.

Please, do not read if you are under 18. This story includes mentions of abuse.

Words: 5300+

Important note: Again, Logan is a tall MF, because they fucked up in the movies. Also, Hugh Jackman!Wolverine.

A TOUCH OF HOPE MASTERLIST

LOGAN HOWLETT - BEGIN AGAIN

Logan’s mission was a failure, a trap. He was glad he got away before he could end up in a cage, locked forever. It was supposed to be easy. An in-and-out mission with a mutant child. Fuck no. He was met with a bunch of soldiers, ready to kill him. And, there was no child. He quickly learned that it was a set-up. The child that Charles had found got moved away from that facility. 

On his way back to the school, he found a place to get a drink. The moon was up in the sky, illuminating the night world. The air got colder. He still had a long road home. One little detour to a bar wouldn’t hurt anybody, right? A drink would lift his spirits.

He parked a stolen motorbike in front of a dive bar. Drink or two to get his mindset straight, and then he would head back to the school. 

The place smelled like a hellhole - urine, spilt alcohol and cigars. It was a perfect place to hide a corpse. By the smell, he wondered if there wasn’t a rotten body under the floor. He sat at the bar, ordered a beer and minded his business. He could hear everything with his enhanced hearing - even a pin drop. 

Whistles came from behind his back when he was on his second beer. That could only mean one thing - a woman entered this hellhole. Probably a hooker, he thought. 

“Hey baby, are you lost?” he heard someone’s sleazy voice. 

“Now that’s what I call entertainment for tonight!” another man shouted. Some even made howling sounds. 

Logan gently turned his head to the side, ready to see an old hag or a trashy whore. What he found was a young woman approaching the bar. She had torn old clothes on her, covered in dirt and dust. He wouldn’t stare at her if it weren’t for the bruises and scratches on her face and hands. He frowned. What the fuck happened to her? 

She took a seat two seats to his left side. The corner of his eyes captured three scumbags approaching her as if she was their prey. Logan gripped his beer bottle tighter, his knuckles becoming white. 

“Baby, let’s have some fun,” one guy touched the woman’s shoulder, making her face them. 

“Leave me alone,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. 

“Come on, sugar, don’t be a prude,” another man touched her cheeks, mapping the wounds on her face. “Somebody had their turn. Now, we want to have some fun. Huh?” 

It was Logan’s cue to step in. He was fast enough to take the man’s hand off the woman. He gripped it tightly with his, twisting it. “Leave her alone, dipshit. I’m not gonna say it twice.” 

“Get your paw off me, dude,” the man growled. He couldn’t get away from Logan’s hold. His friends got his back, ready to beat Logan’s ass. “And leave before the we will teach you a lesson.”

The woman’s breathing sped up, distressed from everything that was happening. “Stop, please,” she said to all of them. But she was cornered at the bar by one of the guys. There was nowhere to escape.

Logan smiled at the bastards. “I’d like to see you try.” 

His adamantium claws slid out and penetrated the man’s skin on his arm, almost cutting off the limb. He screamed from the pain, blood spurting everywhere. Then was kicked in the gut. 

One of the men grabbed the woman’s shoulder, pushing her to him. A knife appeared under her throat. He wanted to get away with her. “No, please,” she gasped as she felt the man’s other hand wrapped around her torso, holding her against her will. She was tired, beaten and ready to give up. 

“Shh, darlin’, it’ll be over soon. We’ll have some fun. Be a good girl and come with me.” 

Logan’s eyes found the woman visibly disgusted and afraid. As he was about to finish the second guy, the woman pushed the bastard off her. 

“No,” she screamed. And with that painful sound, some force escaped her body, knocking down everyone around her, even Logan. He flew through the bar and smashed into a wall like the rest of the people. Glasses and bottles shattered around the place. 

Logan grunted, surprised by what happened. Slowly, he got on his feet. His eyes found the woman again, standing at the same spot, alone. Her body was shaking. It seemed she was on the verge of crying. 

Grunting, he stood up and walked to her. She pressed herself against the bar. “No, please.”

“Don’t worry,” his voice was softer than before. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya, kid.” 

She took a step back, shaking her head. She didn’t believe a word he said. No wonder. 

Fuck this night! Then and there, he knew he had to take her with him. At least he wouldn’t come empty-handed. 

“We are the same,” he tried again, slowly reaching for her. “I can take you to a safe place. There are people like us who can help you.” 

His eyes scanned the woman’s face. He knew only two options could have happened: A) She got beaten up by her significant other. B) She escaped some sick fuckers who experimented on her. 

People around were getting on their feet, shaking off the dizziness. They were processing what happened. Some of them were able to put two and two together - mutants.

“Come before they try to kill us both,” Logan tried her again. “Take my hand. I ain’t gonna hurt ya.”

“Fucking mutants!” someone shouted. “Kill them! Kill them both!”

This time, the woman didn’t hesitate and grabbed Logan’s hand. What choice did she have? He led her out of the bar before the first gunshots started. He got to his bike and sat on it. “Quick, hop behind me.” 

At least seven men ran out of the bar with shotguns and pistols, shooting at them. One of the bullets hit Logan’s shoulder. He snarled from the pain. He started the bike before more shots could get to him or the woman. 

When he felt her body against his back, he started the engine. “Hold me tight,” he shouted at her. 

The woman grabbed him by the waist, gripping him tightly. The gunshots weren’t stopping. A few of them swished near their heads. Her heart beat fast. She gave her life to some stranger. The last time that happened, they tortured her. 

One of her hands let go of the man’s and turned her weak body to the side. One more time, the power escaped her hand, and she protected them from the bullets that kept flying around. Again, a veil of some energy surrounded them. Under the moonlight, it seemed silvery and light blue.  Bullets got absorbed into the shield. 

It lasted only a few seconds, and then the energy disappeared. The shooting stopped. Logan got them far away from that hellhole. Now, it was just the two of them on the bike driving away. 

“You okay?” he asked, shouting through the wind. 

He then felt her other arm sneak around his waist to hold onto him. The rest of her body leaned against his back. He heard a deep exhale and a soft “yeah”. 

He couldn’t believe anything that happened today - first, a failed mission that almost got him captured. Now, a woman on his bike, whom he saved from pervs. Plot twist - she was a mutant with an ability he had never seen before. 

And he didn’t know her name. 

Logan registered that her body got heavier, and the grip on his waist loosened. “Shit,” he cursed and slowed down, bringing the vehicle to a stop. He moved fast, doing his best to capture her body before she could fall. 

“Hey,” he shook her a little as he took her into his arms. “Come on, kid, I need you to come back and look at me.”

Unknowingly, he brushed her cheek with his thick fingers. Damn, she was pretty. That’s when she opened her eyes slowly, staring into his. “I’m sorry,” was all she said. 

“That’s okay, kid. Can you hold on a little longer? We are two and a half hours away from a safe place.” 

She took a deep breath. “Please, just kill me and don’t make me suffer.” 

Logan frowned. He got an answer he wondered. Option B was the correct one. “What? No, not happening, bub. I won’t harm ya. I promise you that.”

“I’ve heard that before.” 

“I get it, kid. I get you have no reason to believe me. Just this once, trust me.” 

He helped her to her feet, holding her tight in case she’d lost balance. Her eyes found his. Tears were sparkling inside of them. “Okay,” she whispered. 

“Good girl,” he praised her gently and helped her get on the bike behind him. “If you need anything, tell me and I’ll stop. Keep your eyes open.”

I should have stolen a car, he thought. But at least they were on their way to Charles Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters. 

They entered the school’s estate. From afar, they could see the lights coming from the building. The woman exhaled, and her hands again lost their grip. This time, she fell from the bike onto the hard ground. It was so quick that he didn’t have time to notice she was slipping off him. “Shit!” Logan cursed and brought the bike to a halt, jumping off it. 

He ran to the woman, kneeling next to her. First, he checked her up, just to be sure she wasn’t dead. “Hey, hey,” he tapped her face, trying to wake her. Nothing happened. His fingers managed to find a pulse. Fortunately, it was there. “Storm! Charles!” he shouted from the top of his lungs. “Anyone!” 

Logan grabbed her body, holding her under the knees and back. He started to walk to the school. One of her arms was hanging in the air. 

The main entrance door opened. Several people ran outside. Storm was the first one out, followed by Beast and Bobby. They were all dressed in sleep outfits. Their sleep was interrupted by the unexpected turn of events. It was two in the morning. 

“Holy shit,” Bobby commented when he noticed the woman in Logan’s arms. 

“Oh my god! What happened?” Storm questioned. 

Together, they walked inside the mansion and headed to the lower grounds where they had their infirmary. It was hard to be silent. When they walked inside, Logan put the woman on an examination table. 

“Damn,” Scott commented. 

Jean was already there, prepping the tools. When she approached the woman, she gasped. “What the hell happened to her?” Storm helped as much as she could. Hank approached the table as well.

Logan was visibly pissed. His chest was heaving, and he wanted to punch a wall. “Where the fuck is Charles?” he asked loudly. “Fucking mission, fucking night!” 

“Who did this to her?” Storm asked, her hands gently brushing the woman’s bruised face. It played with colours, spreading from one side to the other. Her fingers brushed against the scratches. “What’s her name?” 

Logan huffed. “Don’t know. There wasn’t a lot of opportunity to chit-chat when scumbags were shooting at us,” he explained to them. “All I know is she’s a mutant. She protected our asses. That’s why I brought her here.” 

“Vitals are stable. There is no internal bleeding.” Jean informed them once she checked the first data that she got. “Hm,” a sound escaped her throat. “We need to scan her body to see if she has anything broken.”

“Logan had to get a child, and he comes back with a woman,” Scott commented not so silently. 

“Scott,” Ororo glared at him. “He saved her life.” 

“You’re such a dick, Summers,” Logan frowned at him. 

“It’s good you brought her here, Logan,” Hank joined the conversation. 

“She was about to become a toy for some fuckers who can’t keep their dick in their pants,” Logan said. “And then she showed me what’s in her. I’ve seen a lot of shit throughout my life. Honestly, I’ve never seen this kind of mutation.”

“What did she do?” Hank asked. Everyone wanted to know more. 

The Wolverine grunted and shook his head. “Dunno how to describe it. Some force got out of her that threw us all away from her. It was powerful, it stung like a bitch. It looked like a veil of energy. When she used it again, it absorbed all the bullets fired at us.” 

“Flyrokinesis?” Jean questioned. 

“It’s a possibility,” Hank nodded. “But I’d need to see it. Or it could be Flyrogenesis.” 

“Or both,” Jean added.

“Defensive mutations are rare,” Storm chimed in. “It’s been decades since we got any information about a mutant like this.”

“Until we know more, we can only speculate,” Hank ended the discussion. 

“Let’s give her some rest,” Jean turned to the screens. “She’ll be out for a while, and we all need to rest. We’ll know more tomorrow.” 

They left the infirmary one by one and headed back to their rooms. The last two people who remained were Storm and Logan. Both of them stayed by the unconscious woman. “I cannot believe someone did this to her,” she said. 

“I think she escaped some lab,” said Logan. “When she was conscious, she didn’t believe I wanted to take her to a safe place. She wanted me to kill her.”

“It’s a good thing you brought her here, Logan,” Storm patted his shoulder. 

Logan’s eyes kept travelling around the woman’s face, taking in her hair and their colour. “For now, we can only guess what happened. But, fuck, she looked like she escaped hell.” 

. . .

White light, so bright it hurt her eyes. It was painful to open her eyes. She slowly got used to it by rapid blinking. The white turned into silver, then steel-blue, until the first outlines appeared. Her ears registered a steady beeping sound. Where the hell was she? What happened? What was this palace? Panic started to rise inside her chest. Her body started to shiver.

There was a man who promised to take her to a safe place. How could she trust a stranger?

Fuck, it was hard to breathe. The beeping sound fastened. She ended up locked somewhere. Again. It was another lab - she was sure of it. 

A woman’s face appeared above her. She had short white hair and a smile on her face. Weird. “It’s okay, you are safe,” were the first words she heard. “Calm your breathing. You are in distress.”

“W-what-”

“You are safe now. No one is going to hurt you here,” the woman had a soothing voice. 

“W-where am I?” she whispered with fear. Her whole body was shaking. Tears threatened to escape her eyes.

“You are in a school for mutants,” she explained. 

“School?” 

“Yes, school. It is not a lab or some kind of crazy facility. We have children here who are like us, special.” 

A school for mutants, she repeated inside her head. New emotion came to her face - confusion. “I don’t understand. W-who are you?” 

“My name is Ororo Munroe,” she introduced herself. “But they also call me Storm.” 

She tilted her head to the side. “Storm?” 

“I have weather-manipulating abilities,” she said with a smile. “What’s your name?” 

 She took a deep breath. “My name is Y/N Y/L/N,” she introduced herself, eyes never leaving Ororo’s dark ones. Y/N sat up carefully. 

It had to be a lab. There were monitors and displays with data. Her eyes lowered to her hands, and she saw an IV on top of her hand. Y/N realised her hands were not tied up. Was Storm telling the truth? 

“How are you feeling, Y/N? Do you need anything?” 

“Uh,” she tried to find the right words. “I’m tired, my whole body hurts, and I am confused.” 

“Give it a moment. It will all click together. I can promise you that,” said Storm. 

The door to the infirmary opened. An older man wheeled in on a modified wheelchair. Y/N’s eyes followed his every move. He was bald but dressed in a fancy suit. He had a gentle smile on his lips. 

“Y/N,” he said her name. 

She frowned, not expecting anyone to know her. It was alarming. “How do you know my name?” 

“Y/N, this is Professor Charles Xavier. He’s like us, a mutant. He has an all-powerful brain thanks to his telepathic powers,” Storm introduced the man to her. “He’s the headmaster of the school.” 

He approached the woman, gently touching her hand. “I am so sorry for your suffering, but please know you are safe here.” 

“Don’t…” she raised her hand. “Please, don’t read my mind.” 

“I’m sorry, my dear, I didn’t want to pry. It’s just that your thoughts were screaming so loud, it was impossible not to hear them,” Charles explained to her. “I will not talk about it. It is up to you to share your story.” 

Her shoulders dropped, and she relaxed. “Thank you.” 

“Now, let me tell you about this place,” he wheeled a bit farther away from her, observing the room as if he were there for the first time. “In this school, we not only teach children and help them learn their mutations, but we also accept fugitives and help them learn.” 

She tilted her head, wincing in pain. “Are you offering me a place to stay?” her voice was softer than before. 

“That is if you want to,” Charles nodded. 

It came as a shock. Tears appeared in her eyes. “I don’t have to run anymore?” she asked timidly.

“No, Y/N,” he smiled. “You are safe here, with us.” Charles wheeled back to the door, obviously pleased. “Welcome to the X-Mansion. If you need anything, come see me in my office.” And then he was gone. 

Y/N turned her head to Ororo, wiping off the tears that gathered in her eyes. It was all surreal. “I was expecting many things to happen, but not this.” And then, “Wait, but I have nothing. No money, no clothes. I can’t afford to stay here. I can’t give you anything.” 

Ororo stopped her. “Don’t worry about it. First, you need to get better. You still have bruises and wounds around your body that need to heal.”

Y/N’s hands shot up to her face, fingers grazing over scratches. Then, under her fingertips, she felt a bruise under her eye that hurt a little. Her eyes were looking for a mirror or a reflection. She needed to see the damage. Her mind wandered into her memories, looking back at what happened. For now, it was all a mush. Everything that had happened overlapped. She pressed fingers to her temple, massaging them. 

“You okay?” Ororo’s hand appeared on her shoulder. 

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, just a mild headache.” 

Half an hour later, she met more people - Dr. Jean Grey, who ran more tests on her. She X-rayed Y/N’s entire body just to be sure there was nothing broken. Later, she did a scan to see if there was any indication that would capture Y/N’s mutant power. 

When Y/N met Hank, she got scared. She never saw a mutant who looked like that - a blue ball of fur and monster claws. No, he was not a monster. He looked like a beast. “I’m sorry,” she quickly apologised. 

Hank was with Jean, looking at scans they made together. “Do you see that?” he asked, his thick blue finger pointing at the blue hue floating inside her body. “Have you seen anything like that before?” 

“No,” she said. “But it’s nothing, to be honest. It barely showed in the scan. It might not even mean anything.” 

“Or it can be everything,” Hank looked at Jean. “But I agree, so far we have nothing. She’ll be healthy in no time. But, we need to know what she can do.” 

After the tests, Ororo brought her a bathrobe and took her upstairs. It was a perfect time to walk around the mansion. All the kids were in their classes or outside, and no one was around. 

Y/N’s eyes wandered around the place. She couldn’t take in how massive the institute was. It carried the history and memories of so many people. Overall, in one word, this place was magnificent. “This is amazing,” she whispered. 

Ororo’s hands held her shoulder as they walked to the highest floor in the mansion. She opened one of the many doors. They belonged to a bedroom. “Is this yours?” Y/N asked. 

“No,” Storm closed the door. “This will be your room, Y/N. You have a bathroom here,” she pointed at the door beside the bed. “And a closet.”

“I thought that this was your room. It’s too nice.” 

Storm laughed. “I have my room on a different level. Here’s how it works: The students share bedrooms. The youngest are in groups of three to four. The older two to three. Adults like privacy, so they have a room for themselves.” 

Y/N nodded, understanding what she was saying. “Thank you.” 

After Storm gave Y/N instructions, she was left alone in the bedroom. She had to sit down on a bed to take it all in. They gave her a bed, hot water, and so much more. It seemed surreal. What if this was all a dream? She sat in silence, waiting for someone to wake her up with torture.

Five minutes passed, then ten and fifteen. Nothing happened. Maybe it was real. Y/N pinched herself, and it hurt. It is real. She went into the bathroom and took a shower. Everything was there - towels, soaps, shampoos. 

Surreal. 

Clothes were resting on her bed when she came out of the bathroom, wrapped in fluffy towels. There were jeans, socks, underwear, bras, t-shirts, sweaters, hell even shoes. There were only a few pieces from each item. Y/N pressed her fingers to her temples. She wanted to cry. How is it possible that her life turned upside down in less than a day? 

Once fully dressed, she opened the door and peeked into the hallway. No one was present. She walked outside, clean and fresh, ready to explore the place more. Her walk was careful and slow. Her fingertips touched everything she could reach - the wooden walls, the statues and the paintings. Her eyes were travelling around the place, taking it all in. 

What was fascinating was the portraits of Oscar Wilde, Jane Austen and other novelists. It brought her memories of when she would read books in her bedroom.

“You alright, kid?” 

That voice was familiar. It made Y/N turn her eyes to see a well-built man with unusual facial hair. She couldn’t deny he was handsome. She had to blink a few times. This man was the guy who got her here. As she observed him, the white tank top with a black flannel shirt over it, she tilted her head to the side. Damn.

“Yeah,” she said. 

“I’m glad to hear that,” he took a few steps closer to her. 

“You are the guy who brought me here,” she pointed a finger at him but quickly retracted it. “I’m sorry,” she shook her head. “I remember so little from that day.” 

“Well, tough night.”

There was a flash of memory from that night. His face, looking down at her, lips moving and saying something that she couldn’t quite comprehend. “Sorry for ruining your evening.” 

He chuckled. “You just happened to be in the right place at the right time.” 

She opened her mouth but then closed it. She didn’t know what to say. The man talked instead. “What’s your name, kid?” 

“Y/N,” she introduced herself.

“Logan.”

“Logan,” she whispered his name. “Nice to meet you. And thank you for saving my ass.”

He only nodded. “I should get goin’. I have a class to teach,” he said. 

She crossed her arms akimbo. “You teach? Here? In this school?” 

“What, is it that hard to believe?” he chuckled. 

“Actually, yeah. You don’t look like the guy who wants to teach kids,” she commented. “What do you teach?” 

“History and combat training.” 

Y/N opened her mouth but then made a face, perplexed. “Combat training?” Why would they teach combat training in a school? And then it hit her, to defend themselves if necessary. 

Logan walked past her, heading to the stairs. “I guess I’ll see you around.” 

She gave him a simple nod, and then he was gone. Y/N’s eyes had trouble pulling away from the spot she saw him. This Logan guy was a handsome man with a rough exterior. 

She continued walking through the long hallway until she found another set of stairs that she took to a lower level. She must have been walking like this for another thirty minutes until she came down to the entrance hallway. This place was indeed huge. 

She kept turning, trying to figure out which way to go next. A school bell started to ring. Another lesson was over. The doors opened, and kids of all ages walked out. There were so many of them. And they were all happy. They weren’t lying. This building was filled with them - from the youngest kids to teenagers. 

A paper plane flew before her eyes, steadily floating in the air. A boy used his ability to make them fly. Magical. 

Her eyes captured Storm walking with another man, chatting. It was probably another teacher. Y/N decided to wait for Storm and ask about the place some more until someone shouted: “Watch out!” 

Y/N spun on her heel. Her breath got lost when she found a fireball heading straight to her. Her hands immediately went up in the air. To protect herself, a veil of blue hue covered her whole being. It was a forcefield, and it absorbed the fireball. Y/N could feel the energy in her palms.

Why would anyone throw a fireball? That scared the shit out of her. The veil disappeared once the danger was gone, and her hands fell to her body. She took a few deep breaths. Her eyes caught a boy staring at her with big eyes. Was it him who did it? Impressive. 

“Did you see that?” 

“Who is she?” 

“What kind of power is that?” 

The students saw it all. They whispered about it while staring right at her. There were many of them looking and talking. The voices rang in her head. Just calm down, Y/N, she told herself. They are just kids. 

Storm’s eyes were wide and sparkling with excitement. She was fast enough to run to her. “Forcefield,” she exclaimed. 

Y/N twisted and turned on the spot, looking at everyone. All eyes were on her. It made her feel vulnerable. Her eyes caught Logan standing at the stairs, observing. She couldn’t read his face. 

“Everyone back to your classes,” Logan ordered the students. 

“Amazing,” Storm commented. “We were wondering what your power was.” 

Y/N’s eyes widen. She’d never heard someone say that to her. Creep! A woman’s voice screamed inside her head. Murderer! Psychotic bitch! She wrapped her hands around herself, taking a step back. It all came back again. 

“Hey, hey,” Storm put her hands on her shoulders. “You don’t have to hide here. We are all the same. The students were surprised by your ability.” 

Come to my office, Y/N, she heard in her head. She spun on her heel to look around, trying to find the source of the voice. 

“I think I heard the… the Professor,” she said.

“He’s in his office. That way,” Storm turned Y/N to the right side. There was a hallway leading to a big wooden door. 

Y/N managed to catch Logan’s eyes looking at her before he left. He was something else - that’s how she could describe it. 

Hesitantly, she walked over to the door, ready to knock, when she heard the Professor telling her to come in. As said, she opened the door and walked inside. She was met with the older bald man, still wearing fancy clothes. 

“Take a seat.” 

Y/N sat on a brown leather armchair. The place smelled like wood and books. There were lots of them. The armchair was comfortable. Her back was straight, and her body was stiff, always ready to run if necessary. 

“I would like to know more about your mutation,” he wheeled closer to her. 

“What do you want to know?” 

He smiled. “Anything you’d like to share with me. I know I can look, but I don’t want to pry.” When he saw the distrustful look, he chose different words. “The more we know about your power, the better we can train you. We can give you more information about your mutation.”

“How can I know you won’t use it against me?” 

Charles nodded. “You don’t. We will need to build the trust together.” 

“Before I answer you,” she took a deep breath. There were some questions, and she needed answers. “What exactly do you do here?” 

The man sighed. “What you see is true - this is a school. There was an idea it would become a mixed school for mutants and humans. That never came to life. Now, it is a safe place for mutant kids, disapproved by the regular society. I find children around the States, and we bring them here - if they want to. Occasionally, we give adults a place to stay, like we did for you.” 

It was sincere. Charles wasn’t lying. She could feel it. “This ability showed when I was around 15. I know that it can protect me when I am in danger. I can sense the energy in my hands when I let it out. I can’t protect another person if you are wondering.”

“But…” he goaded. 

“I killed with this burst of energy. I hurt people with it. I believe you saw it, didn’t you?” 

Charles nodded. “Yes, I did. You can create a protective force field that keeps you out of danger. For example, what happened minutes ago, the fireball one of the students accidentally threw at you.”

She frowned at him, not liking what he was saying. “Then why did I kill with it?”

“There is an explanation to it. From what I saw-” 

“When I asked you not to look,” she cut his speech. 

“I apologise, Y/N. It is not my intention to hurt you or be nosy. As I already told you, your thoughts and memories were screaming, mixing inside your head. The door was open, and I only peeked in.” 

She closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths to calm down. “You saw it all?” 

“No,” he shook his head. “But enough to have a picture. As I said, it is your story to tell, Y/N.” 

“What you saw?” 

“The day you used your power for the first time.”

It was a moment, a three-second glimpse into her past, but she was back in her child's room, messing with her then-boyfriend. And then, they were arguing when it happened. The force that escaped her body killed the boy and destroyed half the house she once lived in. 

“If we want to know more, we must see what you can do. Flyrokinesis is the ability to create and manipulate force fields. It is mostly defensive. However, there can be some offensive moves done with it. This mutation is exceptional.” 

She cocked a brow, not sold on it. 

“We can help you learn and work with your ability. That is if you want.” 

No one is forcing you to stay, Y/N. The choice is up to you. His voice was in her head again. 

No more running, no more experiments or killing. Y/N could choose her life. Out of everything that had happened in her life, this, so far, seemed like the best thing that could have happened to her. Fucking trust issues. 

“We have everything you need and more,” Charles wasn’t using his telekinesis. “You don’t have to worry about anything.” There was a smile playing on his lips. “No more running.”

“No more running,” she repeated. 

#logan howlett x female reader #Logan Howlett x reader #Logan Howlett x mutant female reader #Logan Howlett x mutant reader #Wolverine x reader #Wolverine x female reader #Wolverine #Logan Howlett #Marvel fanfiction

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

104/150 with lethal company?

104) I can hear it calling my name

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[Y/n], January 29th, [Log 001]

---I'm afraid this will be my last log. So I'm keeping this encrypted.

Everyone's gone, but I'm still here. And I'm terrified. We started on this job as strangers, and we became family. Now I'm all alone because of a stupid mask. A piece of scrap we should've just sold off.

But he thought it would be funny to wear. I don't blame him. He was always a jokester, willing to do anything to turn a frown upside down and make light of our dreary trips. I know he didn't mean to hurt us. He thought it was harmless. Honest to god we thought so too.

Until he started vomiting blood and tried grabbing me. He tore off my helmet, along with my tracker, but I managed to get away. I still don't know how. But I wish I was smarter about it, because I got lost.

Then I heard the ship's engines.

They must've thought I was dead. Or maybe they all died and the autopilot kicked in. I'm not sure. I don't even know the current time. But what I do know is that I'm stuck here now. Possibly forever. I could make an SOS but that monster is still outside. I had to barricade myself in this storage room and wait until it goes away.

It keeps knocking. I can hear it calling my name. But I know it's not him.

To anyone who reads this, don't pick up the porcelain masks. They aren't worth shit. It'll tempt you to put it on. Don't. You'll find better loot elsewhere. If you see anyone already wearing it, kill them. Stun them. Run. Whatever. Just don't let it take you.

And if you see me wearing it, put me out of my misery. I promise I'll understand---

Finishing what would likely be your final log, you sighed and slumped back against the wall, letting the tablet slip from your hands.

You don't know how long you've been stuck here--whether it's been hours or days.

But all you know is that the Masked on the other side of the door hasn't left. It was using your coworker's corpse, mimicking his voice as it pounded on the steel and tried convincing you to let it in, even shattering the window. For some reason it refused to leave you alone, and kept begging and begging until it began screaming unintelligently...

That would go on and on until eventually it would cease, weakly clawing at the door, only to rinse and repeat once it rested its voice.

You were starving, trying your best to ration the jar of pickles you were luckily able to find in this storage room.

Unfortunately, that's as far as your luck will go at this point. They were sour and made you want to vomit every time you ate one. But while you didn't want starvation to take your life, you weren't exactly sure how you really wanted to go out instead.

It sure as hell wasn't gonna be from that bastard who took away your friends.

"It's clear....all clear......come on out....the ship is leaving..leave....out.....COME OUT..!! COME OUT!! COMEOUTCOMEOUT-!!"

With your heart hammering in your chest, you curled up and covered your ears, squeezing both eyes shut. 'Fuck, it's losing its mind again...this is a nightmare..why did I ever take this job?' You tried not to focus on the screams so much, and instead prayed for some kind of miracle.

But in space, would anyone really hear your prayers?

Yet somebody must have, because the screaming abruptly stopped a minute later, being replaced by the sounds of heavy thumping and growling drawing near.

You only knew one other alien creature that made those.

And you knew it was pissed off.

Getting up and backing away from the door, you fearfully clutched a stop sign as you heard a series of terrified shrieks, roars, slamming and crashing sounds....before silence followed, save for the low growls you heard earlier and chewing noises.

Cautiously, you went back over and pushed aside one of the things covering up the window, and the sight on the other side was quite nauseating:

The Thumper was hovering over the Masked's body, teeth covered in blood and flesh as it tore into it, clearly wanting to savor this midnight snack.. But eventually it decided to drag the rest of the corpse away and to another part of the facility, only leaving behind a few shattered fragments of white dirty porcelain.

You couldn't believe it.

You were actually happy that a Thumper, of all things, saved your skin.

But you sure as hell didn't want it coming back for a second lunch. Now was your window of opportunity to get out of here. The adrenaline pumping through your veins was the only reason you were able to grab your loot and book it out of that storage room, being careful not to run into that Thumper again.

At least now you could go outside and (hopefully) send an S.O.S.

#saw this an immediately thought of the masked/mimics #clanask #lethal company x reader #lc x reader #lethal company masked #lethal company thumper #angst/horror prompt

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Hello I know you just wrote for D.M. but can I request ❛ you're mine. you've always been mine. ❜ with D.M. too? Maybe the reader is his ex gf who left him cos she realized that he was a red flag

Thank you and sorry if my English isn't that good! Have a nice day/night!

Your english is fine no worries! Hope you enjoy this i based is lot on Sherlock Holmes lol

Rated Mature (to be safe) | Warning: possessive behavior, kidnapping, reader is done lol

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The end of engagements is not uncommon, it is something that happens in the search for the soul mate. It will hurt, it will take time. Yet telling the bastard D.M. to acknowledge you are no longer accessible to him or how the engagement ring is returned to him with a letter telling in long-winded words you no longer want to see him.

Well, he is delusional at first believing you simply needed space. You need to reflect and realize how good you have it with him. He gave you a week. Then another week, he was busy. Then another week due to once again, he after all, masterfully artfully creating schemes. When a month passed, he sent you a letter. There was no reply, in fact, the letter he sent was returned to him.

You moved. You moved. You moved.

Désire Mélodis never had someone leave him. He has broken many hearts of both genders, but when he read your letter— Actually read it, he saw the seriousness of your words. You rejected him, you gave up on a comfortable life with him… Are you stupid!?

The man’s rage is cold, he simply burned your letter before going to the desk where he has a poster of you from your performance here long before he approached you.

How ungrateful are you? The nonsense you wrote him is just that: Nonsense! The lord professor is the most desirable man you will ever meet! To have caught his eye means you should be grateful! Along with feeling special. He scoffs before laughing hysterically.

“Mon amour,” His finger tracing the jaw of your picture, “Enjoy your time away from your cage.” A dastardly smirk on his face, “For once I find you: I will clip your wings.”

You should have known sooner or later your former love would come back in a blaze of glory. All you could do is just prepare for that, mentally. You sigh the second you see Lady Truth, Mr. Inference, and Mr. White entered the theater and sat in the back. Oh, lovely.

Not even the first bloody act the stage is on fire and there is a villain who shows up by crashing from the ceiling. 

You are not even going to try to figure out how the man survived falling from that height to the stage.

There in the spotlight, there you stand wearing red, there the most dramatic moment happens before your eyes.

“You crazy son of a bitch!”

Is he serious? Is he serious about showing up like this?! In a dashing white suit with a top hair and cape, he appears, the curtain falls behind you, and he snatches you as if you magically weigh nothing. What madness! Wait, the man is too tall, and the long claws are not D.M.’s style.

“Tuberose put me down right now— Aaaaaa!!” Screaming as the terrifyingly tall man steals you away as the fire starts to consume the stage. Pointing at the place where he fell from, he points and launches the hook before sending you both flying through the air. The hook to pulling you both out of the theater.

“Please stop kicking me.” Once on the rooftop, he tosses you over his shoulder.

“Maybe I will stop kicking if you put me down!” You are beyond pissed. Honestly, you know D.M. is dramatic but burning down the opera theater, dramatic speech by his assistant, and what the hell is this get-up he put on Tuberose? “This suit is ugly by the way!”

“His request.”

You roll your eyes as you are forced to endure being chased after from rooftop to rooftop. “If you turn left at the next street you can lose them in the alley.”

“Thank you.”

“Uh-huh.” Bored. This is honestly why you ended the engagement! The drama was ridiculous, not to mention how you felt like you were competing for your ex-fiance's attention. “How is he?”

“Colder.”

“I see… I missed you guys.”

The assistant, you know you do not if Tuberose is an assistant, puts you down when close is clear.

“Are you going to change?” Watching him undress, “Oh your hair is messy.” As he changes, you fix his hair. “There.” Smiling then pouting when he puts on his fedora. He gives you his shawl to keep you warm given what you are wearing is a red costume for your part.

“Welcome home, mon petit gâteau.” Open arms as you are brought to his manor. His smile is fake, the foyer looks nice still, oh, you noticed a new maid.

“Hm,” Looking around. Nothing changed. Guess you shouldn't be surprised, you only left two or three months ago.

It took a bit of walking to the rendezvous point where Gatto sat in the automotive waiting. The drive was unbearable, you only compiled because you care for the safety of these two over your own.

Plus, D.M. would never hurt you… You hope.

“Sir, I know you understand this is kidnapping.” Crossing your arms after giving back Tuberose his shawl before that adds to this long overdue argument. “What were you thinking doing that!? Couldn't you have waited until I was home!?”

“Dear, you were merely a distraction to my true objective.”

“Ah, using me again. You never change.” Throwing your hands up in the air, “Did you at least have something made before stealing me away?”

“Dinner is prepared for us, my love. Your favorites.” Bowing as if so pleased with himself because he is, he thought of everything.

“And this is going to be civil?”

“As civil as you remain.”

And so you take his hand as he leads to the prepared dining room, alone. Alone with him.

Into the belly of the beast moment.

“Same chef?” You finished dinner, now having a shared dessert with D.M. beside you. It has been civil, a few quips or sarcastic remarks, for the most nothing argumentative. Yet.

“You said you like the way she makes the velvet cake.”

“And I told you she needed to be given time off to see her son.” Eating a spoonful of cake, “Did you?”

“Of course.” His foot rubs against your calf under the table.

“Désire.”

“I have missed you a great deal.” The lord's free hand touching yours, “We could have talked about this.”

“There was nothing to talk about, Désire.” Slipping your hand away to take a sip of the wine you have been nursing throughout dinner. Must be from his personal collection. “You have your pursues, I have my wants.” Speaking with some liquid courage in you.

“And your wants are for me to fulfill, (Name). Anything you desire and I can grant you it.”

“Do you love me?” Serious as you put the spoon down and lean on the table.

“Of course.”

“You say that but not once did you say it!” Annoyed, “I had to hope you loved me. But it seemed you loved playing games with those detectives over our relationship!”

Then you started yelling, tears ruining your simple stage makeup. God, doing this with a costume on makes this so ridiculous!

The former key to your heart is prepared, you know for he is sounding a lot calmer than you are as emotions flare out. The lord professor, son of a bitch, always so perfect; the Creme De La Creme of society, when your engagement ended— When you ended it, they blamed you. Because Désire Mélodis could do no wrong!

“(Name),” When he stands, you turn in your seat about to follow to stand your ground but when he goes on one knee, reaching into his pocket to pull out the ring, the engagement ring you sent back to him, you stop. “You're mine.” Sometimes it frightens you how sure he sounds. How can this man say without a shadow of a doubt that you are his? “You've always been mine.” The pain of that truth is you have yet to look for another. Oh, and there are suitors who have tried to do the song and dance, none have swept you off your feet like this bastard has.

“You can’t own me.” The wine hits you, “You don’t own me.” He chuckles at those words for it is the last thing you say before he kisses you. The sort of kiss he would give when you are mad at him, the sort that makes you dizzy and cling to his jacket pulling him closer. His finger outlines your jaw down to your throat, his lips leave yours as much as would enjoy staying there…

He is sweet, the sweet that makes you cry more, his arms the safest place you have ever been, and you let him slip the ring back to its rightful place.

The gentleman that he is, painfully at times, he does not take you on the dining table though you hint for him to do it. Instead, he takes you to the guest room (prepared beforehand) to sleep off the wine you drank (he knew to give you more than himself, snake).

In the morning, you will be upset. The lord likes that fire about you, keeps him entertained.

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[ironborealis]

Blooding Rite 1/1

The first time Alastor sees a man die, he's surprised.

He'll laugh himself sick much later at the very concept of being surprised at someone dying in a trench, on the front lines of the battlefield, in the middle of what the newspapers are starting to call 'The War to End All Wars'.

Not now though, as he stares at the bloodied remains Lt. James' jaw, hanging off his face as he stumbles back from the radio, his headset miraculously still attached, pulling the entire damned radio down on top of him as he collapses.

Lt. James, from Cincinnati, who moments earlier had been shouting that Alastor best be prepared to go over the top with the antenna, because their reception is absolute dog shit down here what with it pissing rain.

His mind is focused on how this scenario doesn't make sense: He's halfway out of the trench waving a metal baton in the air, desperately searching for a signal, while only James' head is visible -- how did James end up catching the bullet and not him?

There will be time to ponder later about the fickle proclivities of Death, but in the moment he's far too distracted about being tackled down into the trench himself by a blur of gray wool.

Animal instincts take over as soon as his back hits the dirt. Even with the wind knocked out him he's biting, clawing, kicking at the fucking Gerry on top of him. He can feel the kiss of the knife's blade against his palms and forearms as he struggles to protect the softest parts of himself, when he's not being clobbered over the face with the butt of a pistol.

The first time Alastor kills a man is only a few breaths later when he manages to get his own pistol out of the holster and blindly aim for the bastard's temple.

He hits his mark. The Gerry's body sags down on top of him, pushing him deeper into the mud. He's taking large, open-mouthed gasps of air, like a stunned fish out of the water -- at least until the gore coating face starts dripping into his mouth. That returns him to reality in a real jiffy.

He shoves the body off of him, rolling into a crouch as he swipes at his face with his sleeve in a futile effort to clean it. Tries to listen between the thunderous beat of his heart to what is going on around him.

Battle -- gunshots and screaming -- close but not too close, not near enough to him to panic. When he can stand, a quick glance over the top reveals no more Gerries waiting to pounce in the clearing fog, and he can hear his heartbeat start to quiet.

On impulse he pries the Gerry's pistol from his hand, and checks the cartridge.

Empty. Last bullet for Lt. James.

Makes sense, he supposes -- kill the radio operator, cut off communications, then kill the damned fool playing flag pole...

Better luck next time, old chum.

He tosses the pistol down as the sounds of the radio start to filter into his ears.

The radio is still working, that's good.

He pulls the antenna out of the muck and stumbles towards the operator's desk.

Stabs the antenna into the soft dirt on top of the trench.

Rights the operator's desk.

Hauls the radio back onto the desk as gently as he can considering how heavy it is.

Checks his sightlines for any imminent enemy incursions; finds none.

Hauls Lt. James' corpse to lie to one side of the desk.

Reconnects the cable connecting the battery cell to the antenna.

Pulls on the headset.

Ignores the tacky-wet sensation as the ear piece drags across his cheek.

Takes a deep breath.

Remembers that the northerners back at base camp will not understand him unless he talks in that flat, nasal accent they taught him back in special training.

Turns the microphone on and reports in.

"Ni-yen Too Easy, Report. Ni-yen Too Easy, Report." Base command replies.

Microphone's broken. Well fuck.

He slams the headset down in frustration, only for a loud squawk to emanate from the ear pieces.

"Ni-yen Too Easy, was that you?"

Microphone's only mostly broken then... He can work with that.

Pulls back on headphones.

Still ignores the tacky-wet sensation on his cheek.

Uses his pocket knife to start tapping out a message in Morse code on the mouthpiece of the headset.

"Copy that, Ni-yen Too Easy. Gerries sighted on the Eastern flank."

Well, no shit.

He can hear the battle drawing closer.

It takes twelve hours before Alastor finally receives the order to retreat to hand off to the runner to give to command. There's no other signalman close enough to lend him a spare headset, let alone relieve him from his post for as much as a piss break.

Twelve hours tapping out updates and confirmations in the alphabet he learned at his mother's knee, hiding under her desk as she worked.

None of them know Morse code like he does anyway.

By the time he's loaded up the radio and jumped into the back of the transport truck his head is throbbing with the mother of all headaches. His ears feel like they're bleeding. He does his best to hide the trembling in his limbs.

It takes hours to get back to base, and even though he's dead on his feet, he's more ravenous than tired, and lines up outside the canteen.

In a few days, once the casualties are accounted for and word spreads from the signal battalion about his field improvisation skills, they'll start calling him 'Radio Demon' because only someone in league with the Devil himself would have decided to stay in that hellhole, at his post for as long as he had, instead of retreating somewhere safer.

They make it sound like some altruistic act for his "brothers" -- in truth, he hadn't been thinking clearly enough to even realize that retreat was an option. If he had, he would have booked it as fast as possible away from the front line.

Tonight, though, the Radio Demon is rewarded for his heroism with a plate of congealed chipped beef on soggy toast and directed towards some damp benches, sitting out in the rain. The storm's onslaught has taken down one of the base's two mess tents, and Command cannot abide the idea of white officers having to eat with colored officers.

Only the finest for all these brave men dying on the front lines after all.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #the radio demon #hazbin hotel fanfiction #Hazbin Hotel fanfic

[okminer07]

Slave to the Light Pt 3

A Baldur's Gate fanfiction

Now more than ever she had to get out of here, if she wanted to live. She hyperventilated as the warm air within her fleshy prison filled her lungs and disoriented her. The hands around her seemed to close around her more and more, until she could see nothing of the outside world, just long tan pillar like fingers.

She scrambled to get her bearings. Her feet and hands sunk into the warm ground beneath her making it all the harder to steady herself. Just as she had managed to barely stand, she yelped as she was thrown onto her back by a sudden, stomach-churning movement upwards.

Lorelai thought she might be sick, her stomach felt like it was floating its way up her throat as the being that imprisoned her stood with a soft grunt. As soon as it had come, the movement had stopped. Lorelai clutched at her chest, still trembling.

She had to get away, she just had to-

Her thoughts were interrupted when the flesh beneath her threw her forward as her captor began to move once again. Lorelai clawed at the skin around her, trying to get a decent amount of it to hold on to.

She whimpered as she could not only hear but feel the swaying and vibrations of the human's footsteps. Other pairs joined his as they continued to move.

Where were they taking her? what did they want with her? there had to be a reason they wanted her alive, but the only reason she could think of was-

Her heart nearly stopped. oh gods, he had sent them.

No, no,no,no,no,no,no,no, no, no! I'm not going back! they can't make me!

Lorelai frantically crawled over to the nearest fleshy wall and began to punch, claw and kick at it, trying to either push the fingers open or draw blood. She screamed as she did so, maybe out of fear, perhaps even anger, she didn't know. All she knew that she would rather die than go back.

"Wha-aaah" she tensed only for a moment at the human's voice, "Okay! okay! calm down now, there's no need for that."

Yes there most fucking is!

His comment only made her try to dig her nails deeper into his skin, "Let me go!" she screamed, "Let me go you bastard!"

The swaying and footfalls quickened and the hands around her tightened, "Would you please stop that, it tickles, and I don't want to drop you."

Tickles? Lorelai thought angrily, tickles?!

She threw herself at the fleshy wall, beating at it mercilessly, "Let me go!"

"Okay, can someone please clear a space for me to put her down, and quickly."

Outside, she could hear the many hasty footsteps of the others.

"Will this do?" shouted Shadowheart.

"Yes, bring it over so-"

"Hey put that down!" Lorelai stiffened as the icy voice of the vampire shouted in anger, "That is mine and I forbid you from letting that creature bleed all-"

"Oh, shut up!" she tensed, her hands flying up to her ears as the human that held her yelled back, "Shadowheart, bring that over here".

With little more than a few thuds and the sound of something being plopped on the ground as warning, the hands around her began to descend. Lorelai shuddered as her back fell onto a plush surface and the large hands that had previously obscured her view retreated.

She whipped her head around wildly, only to shrink back at the sight of the human man's face way to close for her liking. It unnerved her to no end how she could almost count each hair of his stubble, how she could feel his shallow breath rustle her hair, how she could see her own pale face in his eyes staring back at her. He gave her a puzzled look as she scrambled back, before to her relief rising away from her.

Run. Run now!

Lorelai, unable to stand, turned and began to hurriedly crawl away. The surface beneath her seemed to be doing everything in its power to slow her down, but she just kept clawing back at it to spur her forward.

Before she could get very far though, she heard a loud rustle from behind her and a shadow began to descend upon her. She halted to a stop just as the man's large hand slammed down in front of her.

No! No! keep going!

She spun around to go the other way only to be met with the man's other hand blocking the way.

"Shadowheart, a little help?" Lorelai froze, oh gods. What were they going to do with her now? question her? sedate her? punish her by breaking her legs for running away? all before dragging her back to him?!

Lorelai's mind was brought back to the present when the ground beneath her quivered as Shadowheart kneeled down next to the human.

"Ok, stay still, this will only take a second."

Her eyes widened in horror as her long slender fingers began to reach down for her.

"No!" she screamed, "No! stay back!"

The hand stopped, "It's alright, I'm just trying to-"

"Get away from me!"

"Just stay still!" before Lorelai could react, another hand shot past the other and in an instant was upon her. She tried to get away, to wrestle free, only to have her limbs pinned down one by one.

All she could move now was her head, which she thrashed around desperately, "Stop it!"

"Hang on." The human man came back into vision, reaching out making Lorelai struggle all the more viciously. She tried to move but she couldn't get away from one of his fingers which reached out and touched the top of her head.

"Impero tibi"

All at once, Lorelai's eyelids felt heavy, and her brain began to fill with fog.

No, no, I can't-

The big folk surrounding her began to disappear as darkness took over her vision. She felt as if she was sinking, but it was a nice feeling, a soothing feeling. She wanted to give into it, why shouldn't she? it felt so nice.

Wait, no she couldn't.

Oh, but it would be so much easier to

Shut up!

She strained her mind, returning it to the present and out of the fog. Her vision cleared and big folk over her came back into view. The human man had a look of shock and confusion as she glared back up at him, still very awake.

"What the-"

"Oh, for the love of Shar" The fingers pinning her down were joined by two more that pinched her head, holding it still, "Te curo".

Lorelai winced as a sharp tingling sensation came over her, wave after wave; and then it was gone.

The fingers pinning her down slowly lifted up. The moment they were far enough away she sat bolt right up, ready to try and make an escape once again. Then she realized, her shoulder, she felt no pain coming from it. She moved it, nothing.

Apologies for the short chapters/parts. Hoping in the future to make them longer.

#g/t #bg3 gt #pixie #bg3 #gale of waterdeep #shadowheart #astarion #karlach #g/t writing

[cerberusthenking3]

A light shining in the shadow

Warning:This story contains soft,safe vore,hypnosis,trauma,angst,aftercare, consensual fearplay(both the prey and pred are okay with it)Cussing(In thoughts,not aloud)

Jade POV.

A sharp claw slides over my neck gently before flicking up and turning my head up to look at the bird wyvern. Flashing lights echo from the frills and force me to try to look away as his mouth comes near my face as he begins licking up and down my face with his long tongue.The raptor gives a sharp grin and makes sure that I get a good look at his fangs before sitting back up.He cocks his head towards me and opens his frill again before it begins releasing flashes again.Against my will,my body begins to relax as the flashes slowly break into my mind.Images flash infront of my eyes,an old cell,a set of chains,two men taking their shirts off as I'm strapped to the bed,a whip held over my head.I begin reeling back and begin squirming before the images begins to slowly change,bright light flashing through the closed doors tiny iron bars,a man kicking the door off of its hinges,a large Tzitzi-ya-ku carrying me out of the facility.I blink a few times and fully snap out of the trance that I was placed in,a soft and warm throat wrapped around me.I begin kicking and struggling as I am slowly swallowed down,the raptor happily clicking and licking up and down my stomach.I flinch at the contact on my skin and the swallowing stops for a second before swiftly resuming and sending me down to my knees where it continues to tease my legs with its tongue but never going over the knees with it tongue.It takes one more powerful swallow and pulls my feet into its mouth where I gently squirm as I feel him tickling my heels with his tongue.He finally fulls sends me down to his stomach and when I hit the tight sphincter down I squirm uncomfortably from the tightness before my head gets put into its stomach.After being fully engulfed in his stomach I sit in the damp darkness cradling me before after a moment I speak aloud"W-was that o-okay Kag-Kagayaku?"The bioluminescent organ around me begins dimly glowing and letting me see as I hear a happy chirp.

Kagayaku POV.

I happily cuddle my slightly swollen belly and give a happy chirp. "Of course it was okay,it was amazing, little Jade."I think joyfully.She sighs in relief before asking."C-can you t-turn of the b-bioluminescence p-p-please so I c-can s-sleep,if that's o-okay."I shut off the dim lights in my stomach and rub my stomach a bit before standing back up and walking back towards the village.I walk towards the front gate and nod to the guards and the one on the left gives me a wave and bangs on the door which is swiftly opened.Walking in I see that a large amount of people are gathering near the front of the village where a traveling salesman is trying to sell some sort of bullshit and notice Hyōga,our resident Legiana,is already sneaking up on her new meal so I just continue on,hearing a loud thud and some muffled screams and alot of laughter.I walk into the main base and see Gale looking tiredly at a large map on the central table.He looks up at me and gives me a tired grimace before asking"Jade tucked in?"I nod happily, but now a little worried.He shakes his head before sighing and asking,"Do you think she hates me,I swore to find those bastards and put an end to them almost two years ago but now their trail is completely gone and I feel like I'm letting her down,hell,you've done ten times more for helping her than I have and all you do is cuddle and ear her!"I shake my head and give him a hug before noticing Bubble,the female mizutsune he saved when he was younger sneaking up behind him.She leaps forwards with a wide open mouth before catching his head on her tongue and rapidly swallowing her charge before giving me a cheeky grin.

Jade POV.

I shift around in the tight organ as my eyes crack open before I sit up and quickly cover my mouth before coughing.After a moment, something slides into the chamber with me.I pick up the bottle and quickly pull off the top and down the water in only a couple seconds before I begin stroking the walls around me before quietly asking"M-may I come o-out now,Kageyaku"He gives me a happy chirp before the organ around me begins tightly squeezing and pushing me up.I slide through the tight sphincter into the esophagus.It takes two or so minutes to get fully up to his mouth where he gently licks my face before opening it widely and laying me on a table.He gives me a happy click before picking me up in a hug while chirping gladly.He chitters while circling around himself and places me on his stomach before reaching off to the side and pulling a ziploc back with two sandwiches in it which I happily accept.He cuddles me against his gut as I scarf down the first sandwich and start on the second one before I feel his tongue run over my face as he licks the saliva off of my skin.I hold to him again as he rubs his talons gently across my back.

Kagayaku POV.

I gently cradle the human to my stomach,making sure that Jade's comfortable before beginning to clean my saliva off of her skin.I try to ignore her flavor as I clean her and rub over her back while she snuggles up to me.I hold her to me as I carefully lick the saliva off her face while struggling to not take a deeper taste but somehow succeed at not getting to much of her flavor.I happily hold her against me while using my hind leg to grab a blanket and pull it over her body everywhere but her face and begin rubbing her hair before hearing her softly ask"C-can you put me to sleep,Please?"I give her a small smile and agree with a chitter so she looks up at me, and I place one claw gently on her chin and turn her up to look at me as I slowly open my frills and begin rhythmically flashing the luminescent appendages on my head as she watches with her eyes slowly glazing over and I give one click and she slumps over into my arms in a hypnosis induced rest.I place her against my stomach while pulling the blanket on her and rub her hair.She moves slightly to cuddle into the warmth of my belly.I hold her lightly"Sleep well little Jade"I think"No one will hurt you as long as your with me"

#Tzitzi-ya-ku #soft vore #safe vore #fearplay #Monster hunter #Hypnosis #Trauma #Angst

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I’m stoked for your Corey fic to be gory and nsfw! As long as it’s tagged properly i think you should really run with it

@e1dritchjackal0pe - this one's for you, bud

OH MY GOD, this took so freakin long and I have been staring at my computer for hours rereading the same lines over and over again. I am not very good at smut but ya boi tried their best - without further ado, please enjoy <3

p.s. I am so sorry but there is like 2 Y/Ns in this story, I just couldn't think of anything else to say

Darker Feelings - Corey Cunningham x GN!Reader NSFW

Content warnings: Graphic violence, violent language, and smut!!!🔞 -> Read at your own risk // minors DNI

It’s a chilly night, the air crisp with the winds of autumn. The peaceful, quiet soundscape of the night is supposed to be calm. Instead, the gentle rustle of the leaves and the chirping of crickets are drowned out. Corey can only hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears, thumping away like a stampede. His chest heaves in harsh, labored pants; misty clouds come out in puffs with each exhale. His eyes are unfocused and hazy, his body warm and alive with euphoric adrenaline. Thick liquid coats his hands and torso - the smell of copper makes him dizzy. Corey had done it again - taken a life. He looks back down at the fresh body that lies splayed beneath his knees, a large knife sticking almost comically out of the man’s chest. That wasn’t his only wound. Far from it. Corey had done so much. But how could he not? Looking at his work, rage comes flooding back in a violent wave. This bastard had touched you - groped you. This pig made you uncomfortable and disrespected you. He had squeezed your arm so tight. It had made you yelp. Corey’s jaw clenched so hard he felt his teeth would break. He wanted nothing more but to bring the creep back to life just to cut him down again. He knew he couldn’t, so instead, he relished in his handiwork. He reveled in how it felt to cut each of the man’s revolting fingers off, one by one as he cried and screamed or how he first beat the man to a bloody pulp, breaking the various bones in the man's face with the power of his punches. Corey had taken his time with this bastard, making him pay for his transgressions. Unfortunately, the man fought back hard, landing a few good hits across Corey’s face, splitting his lip, and forming a gash across his forehead. The bastard even managed to slash him during the struggle for a weapon, leaving Corey a bloody mess, albeit much less of a mess than the deceased man. In the end, it didn’t matter. He had won the fight. It wasn’t enough, though. As much as it was satisfying at the moment, Corey needed more. He needed to satiate that hunger that gnawed at his chest and up to his throat - trying to claw its way out. With a cock of his head, he felt the satisfying pop of his joints, relieving the tension that built up in his neck for a moment. With a huff, the curly-headed killer lifts himself off his knees and off of the fresh corpse that lays on the cold ground. And with that, he strolls out of the backyard gate he snuck through earlier and down the block where he had parked his motorbike. It’s like he’s on autopilot, his body knowing that he had to get back to you. Pain means nothing to him as adrenaline still coursed through his body; but instead of rage, a darker feeling sinks deep into the bottom of his gut. One that makes him have to adjust in his seat and grip the handles of his bike so tight, the whites of his knuckles threaten to break through the skin, and he can feel his whole body shake - as if he’s suffering withdrawals from your presence. Like lightning, he bolts forward, tires screeching against the asphalt below and he takes off. Caution to the wind, he speeds down the lonely roads of Haddonfield, ready to come home. Home to his sweetheart.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when you hear the rev of an engine and the tall-tell sounds of gravel being kicked up - the noise is cut off just as quickly as they appeared followed by the jiggle of keys. Practically throwing yourself off of the couch, you make your way to the front door and almost take the door off of its hinges with the force you used to open it up. Corey stands there, hand still outstretched like he was about to put his key in the door. Eyes still down, he doesn't even look up at the violence of the door swinging open. “Corey, honey?” You start, confused about why he’s just standing there, but still relieved to see him back. You can see him take a deep breath, his chest expanding and falling back in a one jagged heave. Only then do you even register the dark crimson stains that paint his front. “Oh my God, Corey, what happened? Are you ok?” The momentary calm you had has now disappeared, panic coming back full force. You reach up and touch his shoulder, trying to get his attention - his silence worrying you, making you think he’s terribly hurt. That seems to be the trigger - your soft touch landing on his body. Dark eyes flit up to stare you down, the deep ebony of them making you gasp. These eyes were different. This didn’t look like your Corey. No, the man in front of you looked like a predator, ready to attack. He has half the mind to kick the door closed behind him, refusing to tear his eyes from you. He’s stalking forward, causing you to back up with surprise. For a moment, you think he’s changing his path to head into the den before he whips back to you - pushing you with him till you are harshly shoved against the door frame of the living room. You lose your breath for a moment. In an instant, his hands shoot out, one grips your hip in a bruising grasp, the other clamping onto your shoulder, effectively pinning you to the spot. Questions die on your tongue as he dips his head down, nose and lips dragging along your chest and you can hear him breathe you in, filling his lungs with everything that’s you before pulling back, hands softening on your body. “I-” he starts, eyes flickering back and forth like he’s trying to think, that, or trying to hold something back. His eyes are softer now, nothing like the darkness you had witnessed merly seconds before. “I’m - I -” He can’t speak, mind whirling and body fighting just to not attack you right then and there. “Corey, talk to me, please. What’s going on?” You beg. You don’t know what’s happening, and you’re scared, but you don’t know if you’re scared of Corey or scared for him.

The loud ticking of the clock in the living room makes you want to rip it off the wall and shatter it into a million pieces. Your leg bounces anxiously as you chew the ends of your fingernails. Three hours. Corey has been gone for three hours. Fear festers and blooms in your chest, worried about where in the world your partner had gone. You were having fun only a few hours earlier, laughing and swaying to the music at the bar. The both of you enjoying a drink and each other’s company. It was one of those rare times when date night was out in public and around crowds - unlike the common movie dates or trips to the park. Everything was going amazing, with Corey finally letting loose and feeling relaxed in a social space. That was until some random middle-aged man who smelt of cigarettes and cheap cologne thought it would be such a great idea to hit on you the second your boyfriend left for the bathroom. You had tried to be nice, politely declining the offered drink and conversation by stating that you didn’t come alone. For some reason, that was not a deterrent. The sleaze then tried to corner you against the pool table that stood behind you, refusing to back up and even going as far as to try and slip his grimy hand around your hip. His breath was heavy with whisky as he kept trying to get you to leave the bar with him, promising a “good time”. The very idea made you want to hurl. Completely over the man’s antics, you snapped, demanding he left you alone and pushed him aside, making the already tipsy creep stumble. As you try to slip by in order to seek out your partner, the drunkard had reached out and gripped your upper arm, his fingernails digging into the skin, causing you to let out a small shout from the force and how he tried to rip you back. As suddenly as it happened, the pressure was off your arm. Everything had moved so fast that the only thing you recognized was the wet crack of the creep’s face smashing into the pool table, his nose most definitely breaking on the impact, and a heaving Corey with the look of murder in those black swirls of eyes. After lifting the man up and tossing his body to the floor, he grabbed your hand and yanked you out of the bar. You tried to calm your lover down, “Corey, I’m sorry, I told him to leave me alone and I-” “I’m not mad at you.” He had cut you off, tone flat and even - that had scared you more than his previous actions. Even like that, clearly upset, Corey had still remembered to shuck his jacket off of his shoulders and transfer it to yours before offering his hand for you to climb onto your spot on his motorbike.

The drive home was silent besides the violent whipping of the wind and the racing thoughts in your mind. Your concern had peaked when he had dropped you off at home, walked you to your door, and leaned down to place a feather-soft kiss on your cheek before promising to be home later. And with that, he raced off into the night, and the echo of his bike’s engine faded into an eerie silence. That’s where you were now, sitting on the sofa, glancing back and forth from your phone to the window, waiting for any sign of Corey’s return.

“I did something bad tonight,” his voice comes out softly, straining in his throat. He decides to bury his head deep into the crook of your neck. “I killed somebody, I took away his life.” his nose pushes farther in like he’s hiding from you. “What- Corey, sweetheart, what are you talking about?” Your voice wavers. What did he just say? You try pushing his shoulders back to look at him. He refuses to budge. Instead, his arms wrap tighter around your waist. He doesn’t answer. “Corey, this isn’t funny-” “It’s not a joke, y/n.” He cuts you off, slowly lifting his head so it now rests on your forehead, eyes locked onto one another. His eyes, they’re dark again, something sinister dancing in those irises. “I did it.” he starts, hand coming up to press against the door frame, settling right next to your head. “That man from the bar? I followed him, followed him home. I beat him till he bled. He begged me to stop. He-” Corey’s breaths turn into a chuckle, a deep chuckle that made your heart stop. His mouth had spread into a wolfish grin. His teeth shine like blades, cold and dangerous. You always loved it when he smiled, but this? This is not his smile. You can’t stop the violent shiver that scrapes down your spine. “I ripped him limb from limb - I made him scream… and I did it for you.” His voice softened at the end. For you? He had killed? The man from the bar? It finally hit you. You were in such a state of shock that you had completely forgotten about the creep who had grabbed you. Corey killed him? Your sweet and loving boy had done that? Confusion consumes you, and you try to pull away.

Corey’s faster and snatches your waist, pressing himself flush against your body to keep you still. Not an inch stands between you and him, making you feel every breath and beat of his racing heart. The smile is wiped from his face. “Don’t-” he blanches, “Don’t be afraid of me, please, baby.” He’s shaking now, fingers digging into your skin, most definitely leaving a bruise. He sounds like he’s about to sob, tears welling and threatening to spill off his long lashes. This flip-flopping of his personality makes you dizzy. Here right - now was your shy and gentle boyfriend when only moments ago, he was a terrifying stranger. Regardless of your fight or flight, you reach up, gingerly cupping one side of his face, thumb tracing underneath a fresh scratch that littered his cheek. “I’m not scared of you, Corey. I’m scared of what’s happening.” He whines and pushes his head deeper into your palm, relishing in the warmth. You think he’s calming down now. Maybe you could just sit and talk about this? I mean, what he’s saying is crazy! You go to pull your hand back, but in a flash, Corey grips your wrist, squeezing so you can feel the pressure, like a show of power. “Corey, why?” You feel like you have to ask. Why is he doing this? “Why?”, he counters, “Everything I do, I do it for you, that’s why.” He answers like he’s in disbelief - like it’s weird to him you didn’t already know that. “I killed someone for you tonight because you deserve it! Because… I love you.” Your heart pounds violently now. This was the first time he had ever said that - said that he loved you. Out of all the times he could, he chose now, after admitting to committing murder for your sake. As he thinks back to his crime, rage comes flooding back in once more. “He thought he could put his disgusting hands on you? Thought he could take you away from me?” Corey slots his leg between your knees, pressing harshly against your center, making you squeak. Ignoring you he continues, “I’ll kill every single person in this whole fucking town, I will burn it all to the ground it if means you’re still mine. If I can’t have you, no one will - I will tear the world to pieces to keep you.” He grips your hip in one hand, forcing you into a half-grind against his thigh while his other snakes up to the back of your head. With a firm tug on your hair, your head tilts back as Corey leaves a molten trail of kisses and nips down your neck and to your collarbone, teeth scraping down the expanse of your throat. Your hands grab onto the fabric of his soaked sweater for an anchor, overwhelmed by the ricochet from feeling fear to feeling that familiar warmth spread lower and lower to where your thighs connect. You can't help but feel concerned as your own body betrays you - hearing his husky deep voice say such alarming things, you can feel your thighs tighten around his. He can feel it, too.

Impatient enough to not even attempt to make it to your bedroom, Corey’s tossing you to the floor, his hand cushioning your head, keeping the floor from connecting with bone. Still, the force knocks the breath out of you. His shadow envelopes you, and the light of the lamp is smothered by his body as he towers over you, knees straddling your hips. He’s looking at you like a meal after he hasn’t eaten in weeks. He goes to touch you, but at the last second, he pulls back, holding his hand as if you had burned him. He thinks for a second, looking off into the distance, then those inky depths are trained back onto you. He breathes harshly. “Tell me now to stop, tell me now before I do something you don’t want.” He’s practically begging you to decide for him. He can’t hurt you, can’t stand to do something you wouldn’t like. Your heart melts. You take in the sight of him fully now - he’s covered in now drying reddish-brown stains, his hands are scraped and bruised, his face is littered with cuts - his lip is split, and his sweater is torn and has slashes through it. You just stare at him for a moment, vision flickering from eye to eye before falling to his lips as he bites them anxiously. You reach up to free the skin from his vicious teeth and let out a shuddering breath. “I want this, Corey, I want you. I always want you, no matter what.” Those words forever sealed your fate. But, you don’t mind. You love Corey. You’d love him until it killed you.

Soft lips come crashing down into yours, the force knocking your teeth together. It’s like his hands are everywhere at once, roaming your sides, up and down your back, brushing against your middle - it makes your head spin. You can feel his cold hands slip underneath the fabric of your shirt, the chill causing you to gasp and arch your chest up into Corey’s, your bodies now impossibly close. He refuses to let go of your lips. Every time you pull back for the tiniest bit of air, he’s chasing after you, stealing that breath right out from your lungs. Clothes are ripped from your frame and thrown half haphazardly out of the way, them being useless at the moment. When his fingers arrive at your underwear, he glides the fingertips gently over the front before balling one side of the elastic and tearing it from your body. The power behind that action makes your cheeks burn with heat. Your lover leans back on his haunches, drinking in the image of you naked and waiting. How could anyone be this perfect? Your body looked like a painting, soft and warm, and oh so delicate. “Please.” You don’t even know what you’re begging for, only thinking about how much you need him. That pretty word makes his eyes flit to your lips, now red and swollen from being kissed silly. Entranced by their softness, he traces the supple flesh with his fingers. With a gentle push, he slips two digits into the wet warmth of your mouth, pressing down harshly on your tongue, causing you to gag slightly. “Be patient, darlin’.” he chides you like you were an impatient child, but a smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. He removes his fingers from your mouth, and a thin trail of saliva follows him as he trails them down your chest, over your stomach, and right onto that soft spot between your legs. He teases you by tracing every sensitive crevice, abusing the knowledge he has of your body - using it to make you squirm and moan. He’s stroking and petting you in all the right places, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, but when you can feel your release swelling and getting ready to burst, Corey pulls back his fingers. You can’t help but whine at the loss of contact, your release fading away. “Nuh uh, baby, if you wanna cum, it has to be with me inside. Do you want that, sweetheart? Want me inside this pretty little hole of yours?” As he questions you, he raises his damp fingers to his mouth, lips wrapping around them and sucking. He groans at your taste. God did he want to sink down and drink you like you’re holy water and worship at your alter like a devoted follower. But not tonight, he’s too impatient.

In one fluid motion, he’s ripping off his sweater and then shoves down his overly-tight jeans and underwear, releasing the pressure they put on his cock. Just to add fuel to the fire, he grinds down hard onto your center, forcing lewd noises out of your lips. “Huh? I asked you a question, baby. You want me in you, filling you up and taking what’s mine?” He grips your jaw now, forcing your eyes to look at him after he noticed they had closed. “Yes, Corey, please I need it - please just fuck me, please!” You beg, wanting nothing more than for your boyfriend to pound you as hard as possible. “Okay, baby, just because you asked so nicely.” He lifts your thighs so they rest over his own, a hand guiding his dick over the throbbing between your legs, grinding into some of your most sensitive spots. Now, usually, Corey was soft and slow, taking his time to rock back and forth, easing himself in a bit further with each sway of his hips. But this wasn’t your typical Corey - this one lines himself up with your hole, and in one move, he’s impaling you, sticking himself deep inside until his pelvis smashes into yours. The motion makes your mouth fall open, and a loud moan is choked out of you. It also makes Corey grunt and growl at the feeling of your body swallowing him whole. He huffs out a breath before he pulls back almost all the way and propels back it with a snap. Again and again, he’s thrusting in and out with a force you’ve never felt before. This did not feel like your average lovemaking, no, Corey Cunningham was fucking you like an animal. Moans and pants echo through your home along with the wet slaps of his bottom half colliding with yours. Chests are heaving, and you both are covered with a thin sheen of sweat. Your partner has to hold you in place so you don’t slide against the now slick wooden floor. You’re pulled from your euphoric pleasure as Corey calls for your attention. “Look how good you take me, sweetheart. Look at that pretty bulge in your tummy.” With a hand on your chin, he’s forcing you to look at the sight between your legs - Corey’s cock pushing deep into your body, it's far in you can see a faint outline of his tip poking out of your stomach. The site gives you butterflies, and you can’t help but squeeze tighter around him, crying out his name. The way your tongue forms the letters of his name makes him shiver. That dark need crawled back up his throat again, demanding more - demanding you.

He’s forcing your head back to latch his teeth into your throat, canines biting deep into your skin till he is so close to drawing blood. He nips you, again and again, marking you with every shade of red and purple. But marking wasn’t enough, Corey needed to know that all of you was his, not just your body - it had to be everything. With a grunt, he’s pushing away from your now hickey-decorated neck and looking you deep in the eyes. “You. are. Mine.” Each word of his is accentuated with a thrust of his hips, his pelvis connecting violently with yours. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine.” He commands you now. However, you’re in no position to speak with your mind drifting away to the rhythm of Corey’s movements. Your silence frustrates him, causing his rough palm to grip your throat, and his body stills. “Say. It.” His voice is cold and harsh, demanding your obedience. “Yours - I’m - I’m all yours.” You gasp out the words weakly, anything to keep him going. “Yeah, that’s right, you’re mine.” His hips pick back up to their original speed. Corey continues, “And I’m yours - heart, body, soul - every fucking fiber of my being belongs to you.” He nestles impossibly closer, pushing even deeper into you. “Anyone who looks at you, I’ll kill 'em. Slash their throats, stab them again and again and again, and I’ll cut them into pieces for you.” Once steady drives of his hips are now frantic and quite frankly animalistic ruts. His fingertips dig harshly into the meat of your thighs, and crescent moons are embedded into the abused flesh until little beads of crimson liquid decorate the connection. The mix of the pain and the filth of his words cause you to tighten incredibly.

Corey can’t help but let out a huff, a smirk snaking its way over his cheeks. “Do you like that? Hearing me say I’ll kill for you. I can tell, sweetheart. I can feel it. You want me to show them that you’re mine? Make them pay for touching you? Looking at you? I’ll pluck the eyes right out of their head. Huh? Do you want that? You’re so pretty like this, so pretty lying underneath me, taking all of me. No one else can make you feel this good, right? No one can love you like I can.” He’s rambling, words coming out as if a damn has broken. You’re so lightheaded that you can barely make out a thing he’s saying, just understanding that it’s something vulgar and delicious. The only thing you can do now is lazily nod your head at his questions and cling desperately to his shoulders, leaving lines of red in your wake to find a grip on something. Corey hisses at your scratching, a choked moan escapes him. God, you feel like heaven. Both of you feel it coming, that inevitable edge you have to come to, but Corey’s determined throw you off that cliff first. One of his hands releases your bruised hip, reaching up and over his shoulder to grasp your smaller hand in his, bringing it up next to your head. Your fingers are interlocked so tightly that you worry for a moment if the joints will snap and break. The curly-haired man leans down, his full weight keeping you pinned to the hardwood floor below. You know you’ll be aching horribly in the morning, but you’re too far gone to care much now. Forehead to forehead, you both race toward the finish line, eyes unable to look away from the others. You can feel it coming - that feeling deep in your gut where the line is about to snap and you feel yourself losing control. Corey can tell, too. With one fellow swoop, he’s folding you in half, knees daring to kiss your shoulders as his hand presses down hard.

With the new position, you can feel Corey reaching the deepest parts of you, punching again and again into the soft spongy spot that makes you see stars. “Do it, honey, it’s ok, let go. I got you, I got you.” And with his permission and a few more good thrusts, you’re thrown off that ledge, and you fall, your climax hitting like a ton of bricks. However, it doesn’t stop. Corey doesn’t slow for a second. The overstimulation causes your leg to kick out violently and your body to try and arch away from the onslaught of pleasure, taking over every sense in your body. A scream tries to claw its way out of your throat, but silence is the only thing that exists. Your walls clench so hard that it makes Corey gasp, his pelvis stuttering as your release propels him closer to his. “Tell me - fuck - tell me you love me.” Your lover begs you, tears welling up in the big dark eyes again. “I was made for you. I was made to be yours - God, I love - I love - I - you.” Corey’s stuttering now, voice shaking and desperate. “I love you, I love you, I fucking love you. No one will ever hurt you again - no one will ever push you around or make you feel bad. I’ll protect you - keep you safe.” He’s so close now, holding off as long as he can, needing to feel you for a little bit longer. With the last remaining shred of energy you have left, your shaking hands reach up to cup his face. “I - I love you, Corey. My good boy.” With a whine, he’s dragging you into a harsh kiss as his hips collide with yours one last violent time. And with that, warmth shoots within you as he fills you to the brim with cum. Both of you are struggling for air, wheezing like you had run a 10k. You lay limp on the floor, mussels too exhausted to move, meanwhile Corey has wrapped himself around you completely, head buried into your chest. As you come down from your high, you can feel Corey shaking on top of you, his body quivering and you hear the smallest sniffle, then a full-blown sob. You try to call out for your boyfriend but his wails are too loud for you to get his attention. Instead, you begin to stroke his now sweat-drenched hair. When he calmed down some a few minutes later, you try again. “Corey-” “Tell me you meant it.” He cuts you off once again tonight. “Meant what, hun?” You ask, still petting his hair and back as comfort. “Did you mean it when you said you loved me?” His voice trails off into a pitiful whine accompanied by another small sob. “Of course I love you!” “Really?” he asks, needing that reassurance. “Yes Corey, I love you. No matter what. Whatever happens now, I will still love you today, tomorrow, and forever after that.” Corey sits up on his aching knees after that, finally looking at you. “You know I meant it? I meant it when I said I loved you and that I'd protect you. I don’t know what’s happening to me, but all I know is that I’m better now - I’m stronger.” You sit up with him as he speaks, holding him close. “You always protect me, Corey, I never felt unsafe with you.” “Even now?” He counters. “Yes, even now. I will never be afraid of you. Now come on, it’s cold as hell down here, let’s go to bed, okay?” Corey nods his head and helps you up, picking you up when your legs threaten to collapse under you. After you both shower together, you patch up your boyfriend’s wounds and head to bed - holding each other close and tight. A lot had happened tonight, and you knew you had a lot to talk about in the morning. But for the moment, you relax in the arms of your lover - your Corey.

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Final note: Hopefully with a lil time and practice - I can give ya'll some decent spicy scene // but right now my fingers are cramping and I got work in the morning, but do not fret, I have another one in the works about Corey being a manipulative son of a bitch - if you know you know <3

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Riddle x OCs Noncon Smut

>Minors and ageless blogs DNI<

Content Warning: noncon, gangbang, knotting, piss, mocking victim, loss of virginity, ripping clothes, public sex/assult, unwanted recording/pictures, small penis humiliation, one instance of biting

Synopsis: A bunch of beastmen jump Riddle and use him for some.... stress relief. Basically, Riddle gets nonconed by a bunch of beastmen.

All characters depicted are 18+

(I made a part 2 Link)

It's dark out by the time Riddle finishes up his duties in the equestrian club. Usually, he's able to finish much earlier, but today has been a day of inexplicable inconvenience. And now, he can finally return to his dorm room and get some much needed rest. At least, that's what Riddle assumes. As the young man is walking outside on the barren cobblestone, someone rushes up behind him before he can react. Suddenly, a force slams into Riddle's back, shoving him the the ground. Someone is sitting on his back, pulling his arms behind him, and tying his wrists together.

"What are yo- Unhand me!" Riddle shouts.

The person on top of him ignores Riddle and finishes tying the knot. Riddle tries to wiggle himself free, but the loud sound of ripping and the sudden cold air of night touching his skin makes Riddle freeze. He can hear voices above him, speaking.

"Fuck, his ass looks tight."

"Make sure you get a good angle."

"Does it fucking matter? It's all gonna be on camera anyway."

"Get your hands off of me!" Riddle screams, but a swift kick to the side knocks the wind out of him. Riddle's underwear, the last bit of modesty he has left, is ripped off of him. Tears bead at the corners of Riddle's eyes. "Let me go!" He begs. Riddle's plea is bet with another kick.

"Just shut up and take it." One of the voices above him growls. Riddle's hips are lifted up into the air, his ass and cock on full display. A firm slap on his ass makes him yelp.

"Look at this little bastard's cock!" A voice chuckles.

"Is that even a cock?" Another voice laughs. "It's barely the size of my thumb."

"Got a cute fucking ass though." One of the assailants spread Riddle's ass cheeks. "Look at that! His hole's winking at me."

One of the other voices speaks again. "Bet he can't fucking wait to get pounded."

"Stop this..." Riddle whimpers as tears begin to stream down his face. The only response is a collection of laughs followed by the feeling of saliva spit onto his asshole. Two fingers are immediately invading his virgin hole, not caring about Riddle's sobs or his pain. It doesn't take long for the fingers find a sensitive little spot that makes Riddle's cock twitch. Riddle bites his tongue, a moan trying to escape him, as his cock grows harder.

"Holy shit, he's getting off on this!" A voice laughs.

Another voice coos. "Awww, is little babydick gonna cum like a bitch?"

The voices around Riddle laugh as another finger is stuffed into the poor man's asshole. Riddle can't take it. The stimulation against his prostate is too much. Riddle's breathing becomes heavier and more and more staggered until a high pitch moan escapes him as he cums. His cock twitches as little spirts of cum land on the cobblestone beneath him.

"He totally came from getting his ass fingered!" One of the men scoff as he pulls his fingers. "Knew he's a fucking slut."

"And I got a shot of that pathetic cumshot on video too."

"Can't wait to share that shit around."

Drool drips from Riddle's lips as his cock twitches from the aftershocks. He barely registers the sound of a belt buckle and zipper opening and yelps when he feels something hard slap against his ass cheek a couple of times.

"Hope you're ready, you babydicked whore, cause there's nothing you can do to stop me from breeding your ass." The man behind Riddle digs his claws into the smaller man's hips, lines his cock up, and shoves himself into Riddle's still virgin hole. Riddle wants to beg for him to stop, that the man's cock is splitting him in half, but his words only come out as a desperate moan. He's given no time to recover from the sudden intrusion. The cock inside Riddle sets a brutal pace, in and out again and again while the other man's balls audibly slap against Riddle's own.

"Fuuuuck, that's it bitch! Take my fucking cock! Take it like the whore you are." The man grabs Riddle's hair and forces the smaller man to raise his head to look up at the beastmen staring down at him, each one stroking their exposed hard cocks and many with phones out at recording him. "Think you're all high and mighty, but really you're just a walking hole to be fucked. Hope you like being a cumdump cause that's your new fucking life, babydick." The man growls.

A weird pressure has built up in Riddle, different from before. The dick pounding in him in a weird place. It almost feels like- Before Riddle can finish his thought, a spirt of piss escapes his flopping dick soon followed by a full stream.

"Aw, look at that. Babydick is pissing himself like a scared puppy." A voice chuckles.

"Oh, so he's into piss?" A voice moans. "We can totally work with that."

Riddle's whimpers grow louder as the man pounding into his ass ruts into him harder, something at the base threatening to spread Riddle's hole even wider. Tears stream down Riddle's cheeks and drool runs down his chin. This is his first time. His virginity robbed from him so suddenly. He's never even had his first kiss, never been on a date, yet here he is, a ground of men watching him getting fucked in ass. This isn't how he wanted it. He wanted his first time to be slow, soft, even somewhat romantic. He wanted to fall in love with someone, wanted to hold them close, kiss them deeply, and to tell them 'he loves them' once they've decided they want to take the next step. But no. That'll never happen now.

A sudden gasp escapes Riddle as something much wider thsn before pops into his hole.

The man fucking him moans, "Fuck, yes! Knew you could take my knot, you fucking slut! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm gonna paint your fucking insides. Hope you're fucking ready." It only takes a few more thrusts after that warning for the man to bite into Riddle's shoulder as he cums inside the smaller man, rope after rope of cum filling Riddle up. Riddle only has a short moment of rest before the man who just came in him tries to pull out.

"Shit, babydick got an ass like a fucking vice."

"Fucking pull out already! Let other people have a go." The men around him growl.

"I'm fucking trying." He growls back. "Give me a sec, you dicks." The man starts to stand, not really trying to push Riddle off of him, when he notices Riddle's knees being lifted off the ground. "Fucking shit, look at this."

The man positions his legs between Riddle's open ones as he fully stands up. Riddle is taken with him, dangling from the man's knot. Laughter erupts from the group of men surrounding Riddle.

"Damn, this bitch doesn't wanna let go does he?" Another man asks.

"Need help getting this whore off you?" Another one offers.

But, before anyone can help, gravity finally pulls Riddle off the man's knot, and he falls onto the cobblestone with his ass in the air, cum dripping out of his hole.

Everything from there is a blur. Cock after cock fucks and cums in Riddle's ass. At some point Riddle passes out, but it doesn't stop the onslaught on his asshole. He has no idea how many cocks have been in him, if the same person cam back again to use him or if it was a new cock every time. When Riddle's eyes open again, it's to the feeling of warm streams of piss drenching his hair and torn clothing. The smell is so acrid, it's too much. But Riddle knows trying to wiggle away will only make things worse. Once each man has emptied their bladder in Riddle and taken the rest of the photos they wanted, the young man is left there, body exposed to the cold air of night and covered in a mixture of cum and piss as he lays there with his hands tied behind his back. After some time, he struggles but is able to stand. He hobbles his way back to his dorm, a trail of droplets of various liquids following behind him. Once finally to his room, he collapses to the floor and blacks out.

#twst writings #twst smut #dubcon #piss kink #riddle rosehearts smut #twst riddle smut #sub twst #twst piss

[alecsalamander]

CJ, professionally, does not get involved.

It’s a little bit that he doesn’t care and a lot that he can’t be bothered, and yeah, okay, so he’s cursed a little bit. It sucks, but there’s a difference between causing problems and just not putting himself in the middle of them – and sure, he causes more than he gets in the middle of. Fine. It’s just that those are his problems to start. And, well, the rest are other people’s problems, and he doesn’t care enough to be in the middle of those when he’s got his own. And so, quite happily, he doesn’t get involved.

Except—

Except it’s a fucking kid, and a little one at that, like a fucking toddler or something. And she’s kicking and screaming up a storm at the man who is trying, rather unsuccessfully, to get her in a car. And she’s all pale skin and blonde hair and green eyes, and CJ isn’t racist, he’s not – it’d be pretty fucking hypocritical of him given the fact that the whitest thing about him is the father he looks nothing like – but the man is—

It’s a six-foot black man wrestling a screaming little white girl into a car, and he doesn’t want to get involved except that right then she screams tearfully “you’re not my dad!!!” and—

A fucking kid. He can’t not get involved.

The guy looks more surprised by the punch than anything, knocked back against the car, and the girl kicks free in an instant. CJ opens his mouth to ask if she’s okay and reaches for his phone to call 911, and the girl—

She fucking bites him. Like a rabid pit bull, just latches onto the arm he’s reached out to help her with, locks her jaw and all but fucking growls at him.

This is why he doesn’t get involved.

“What the fuck??” he asks the girl, and a little bit the man. He’s on his feet now, and looking pissed about it, and—

CJ’s not surprised when the man hits back. He’s pretty fucking surprised that the guy hits that hard, though. His arm hurts and his face hurts and his head hurts, but it’s instinct to wrap his free arm around the back of the girl’s head and away from the concrete he falls on. “What the fuck?” he asks again, because the girl is still biting him and clawing at him and he’s starting to think he maybe misread the situation a little.

“What the fuck?” the guy echoes, still sounding pissed about it, and reaches his hands out. CJ ignores the chunk she’s probably taking out of his arm to wrap a little tighter around the girl. “Ellie, detach,” the man commands like he’s talking to a fucking dog, which he sort of is a little bit because, with a final growl, the girl releases his arm and kicks him in the ribs.

“Ow, fuck!” He scrambles backwards and to his feet, hands outstretched to avoid getting punched a second time. “I’m sorry, fuck,” and he finally meets the other guy’s eyes. “I thought she was getting kidnapped or something.”

The man doesn’t hit him, but he doesn’t back down either. “Because I’m black?”

It knocks CJ a little harder than the punch did. “I’m not–“ and he gestures up and down, because look at him. No one ever quite knows what he is, just that he’s the sort that they should ask ‘no but where are you from?’ like the answer isn’t going to be Boston. “I’m not fucking racist. She just yelled ‘you aren’t my dad’ pretty fucking loud, okay?”

The man sighs, and slumps a little. “Yeah, she’s cranky. She didn’t nap today and she doesn’t want to go to the dentist.”

The girl glares at him, green eyes narrowed. “You hit my dad,” she says in her tiny toddler growl, and she’s apparently a biter and a liar because this whole thing started because she said he wasn’t .

“I just,” the man continues, and here’s another reason CJ never gets involved; he’s a bartender, he knows he gives off the aura of someone who will listen to all your problems, but he literally doesn’t care. But now that they’ve knocked a few teeth loose or whatever the man is suddenly looking like he’s about to spill his entire life story, it’s the same look he sees in the sad, stressed bastards who come to his bar. This sad, stressed man with the purple circles under his eyes and the lying child who bites people. “She comes to work with me so she gets up early, and then she doesn’t nap and–“

Don’t get involved, CJ, he tells himself. And then—

“Well yeah, man. Kids need routines. You fucked up her routine and now she’s cranky.”

The man blinks, surprised finally. “I can’t keep babysitters,” he replies, but doesn’t sound defensive about it. Defeated, maybe. “She bites, you know?”

There’s not a single trace of a smile in the same time zone as the man, but CJ knows the guy is laughing at him somehow. “Oh, she bites?” And he gestures with the arm that still has a perfect impression of her tiny toddler teeth in it; it’s not bleeding but it fucking hurts. “I hadn’t fucking noticed.” He makes eye contact with the kid, still glaring at him, and snaps his teeth at her. “Try it again and I’ll bite you back.”

Her face melts from anger to fear to delight, and then immediately to a soft sort of chagrin. “Sorry I bit you,” she mumbles, eyes staring down at the ground.

The problem now is that she’s cute as fuck, and apparently that’s something that gets to him. “No worries, kid,” and he hates that he means it. “Sorry I punched your dad.”

“For the record,” her dad adds in the same soft sort of voice the kid has adopted, “I’m not sorry I hit you.” And just like before, CJ can tell he’s being laughed at in a very soft and serious way. “Wednesday,” he extends his hand. “It’s been… an experience meeting you.”

CJ considers the offer, and also the way this guy laid him out with a single punch. He doesn’t seem like the sort of guy who would be a threat, but he clearly is. “CJ,” and he shakes the hand slowly. Precisely. Trying to get a feel for his character, or whatever, like his dad says you can get from a handshake. “Well,” he smirks a little, “at least I’m memorable.”

Wednesday considers him right back. And then, finally, his face tugs into a tiny, reluctant smile. “Something like that.”

He gets the kid in the car finally; either she’s finally tired enough that she’s too tired to fight, or she’s finally feeling bad for the fact that CJ’s forearm can tell she’s got her first loose tooth. And that should be it because they’ve made just enough peace that the cops don’t need to get involved, and CJ doesn’t ever want to get involved, except—

Except.

He doesn’t know where the words come from, only that they’re out before he even fully understands what’s happening. It’s almost like he doesn’t fully have control, like there’s something here beyond him. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say it was almost like magic. All he knows is that he’s ready to walk away and forget this whole thing, and then. “Well hey man,” he says instead, “if you’re looking for a nanny…”

#my writing #universe: witchhunters #catalin shea #wednesday bishop #lacey turner bishop #the meet ugly that started it all

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

OHMYGOOOOD ive never seen a blog that focuses on male/gn readers before im so happy rn im fr giggling and kicking my feet

if it's not too much trouble, could i request a transmasc bunny beastperson reader who sometimes gets picked on by other members of savanaclaw bc they still present kind of femininely and are considered much physically weaker than the other big dog/big cat beastmen? and how their partner would comfort them/stick up for them/ruin someones life for them (/hj) ❤️ with azul, jamil, trey and ruggie if that’s alright!!

thank u sm i luv u smooches /p 💙🐙

Beware the Bunny

Sorry this took a while I'm finally outta finals so I'm gonna clear my asks before I open reqs again since I have like 60 bdbdbd- Trans Masc Bunny Reader, no phys description of reader at all so its completely neutral for anyone to enjoy!

Herbivore is what you were called for your race. Bunnies are fragile, weak. They do not belong in a dorm of carnivores and athletes. They lack fangs and claws, they're dainty, and they're inferior in sports or battle. They're prey. However, people fail to realize just how strong they can be. Their kick is strong and bite is blunt, in death, they get revenge on their hunter with protein poisoning and inducing rabbit starvation.

You had to be strong to be in Savannaclaw, and despite your strengths, it was inevitable that you would soon fall. Toxic brutes with their ideologies on what a man should be. So fragile that the concept of body types and clothing pissed them off. "Nice girl shirt." "Nice girl clothes." "You're not a real man."

It was overwhelming…

Trey is a sweetheart through and through. He gets you out of the situation quickly, rather than stick around and possibly deal with a fight. Plus, it allows them to say more awful things to you. Trey whisks you away to his dorm.

He holds you close and lets you squeeze and cry into his shoulder. Assurances that he loves you and how you will always be a man come out of the lips he uses to kiss away your tears. Trey lets you vent and take as much time as you need, perhaps afterward you both can bake together and eat? Bread always tastes better when you take your anger out on it, you know?

Oh yes, he told your freshmen friends about the situation. With their tempers, he has no worries that they will ah… resolve the situation…

Azul despises bullies. That much is obvious. To this day scars from the words spoken to him by his peers remain in his heart. He too was bullied, you know? A fat, ugly, stupid octopus is all he was called. Every. Damn. Day.

You never insulted him. You never expected anything from him. You accepted his mistakes. You never criticized the way he feels. You saw all the effort he puts in. You care about him so much and he cares about you. You were gentle with his heart. Despite his front, he's fragile, and he's grateful he found someone that can love the younger him when he can't.

When he hears you breaking down crying at today's insults, it reminds him of all those times when he was picked on. He immediately goes to try and comfort you. Do you need food? A distraction? Comfort? Whatever it is he will offer it and treat you the way he wished he was treated years ago. As he holds you close to his heart, the gears in his mind turn. Oh hell, get those bastards all right, with one hell of a deal and one hell of a catch.

A quick snake whisper makes your bullies silent as Jamil approaches. Do you want them to go away? Apologize? Dance perhaps? They're all under his control now.

Afterward, Jamil comforts you the best he can. Despite many thinking that he would be awful at it, he's surprisingly emotionally intelligent. He had to grow up reading everyone around and comfort Kalim and his sister growing up.

He takes you to his room, letting you cry, scream, vent, and cuddle to ease your mind. "Feeling better?" And like that, he wipes away your tears and hums a sweet melody, pulling you up to your feet for a simple dance.

Ruggie knew of your situation. He is the Vice after all. He knows however that even with his position, some of the brutes won't listen to him and insult him as well. Oh well, if they get physical he can just make them laugh with him.

Ruggie doesn't need to do anything major to solve the situation. He is close to Leona after all. It just takes a bit of bothering to get Leona to listen and before you know it the lazy lion gives quite the talking to. You can hear his roar from afar.

While Leona handles that, Ruggie holds you tight. He wipes away tears and gives a warm hug that cheers you up in no time. By the way, he snagged those bastard's wallets while they weren't looking. Dinner on them?

#not writing #not requests #trans reader #monster reader #monster mc #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #ruggie bucchi x reader #ruggie bucchi #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #trey clover #trey clover x reader

[chee-shep]

Maybe Genya (and Kaigaku only if you want) in reacting to a demon attacking s/o?

Thank you for the request. I decided to try a short story format for this one, so I hope you like it!

Genya quickly moved through the brush in the woods, looking for where you were. He cursed at himself for letting you get out of sight while he was fighting a second demon. The sound of fighting from his left made him turn as he loaded his shotgun. You were a strong fighter, but he was still going to do everything he could to keep you safe.

When Genya made it to the clearing he watched as the demon knocked your sword out of your hand, beginning to corner you after cutting you with their claws. “You bastard!” Genya shouted as he brought his gun up, catching the demon's attention. Genya shot the demon once in the chest, knocking it back before taking the second a bit lower by waist. Clearly Genya wasn’t going for a one-shot kill.

After another shot to the leg, Genya finally shot the demon’s head, finishing it off. As the demon’s body began to crumble and blow away in the wind, Genya ran up to you. He felt bad that you saw him in such rage and was probably going to get scolded for ‘prolonging the battle’ later, but he didn’t care. You could tell Genya’s mind was racing and that he was still angry. You pulled him into an embrace, which he returned. Having you in his arms now made him finally feel some relief.

“I’m okay, Genya…”

Kaigaku followed his crow in the sky. He was told he needed to back up another slayer close to his area. When he turned the corner in the seemingly abandoned village he saw you jumping back, your sword nowhere to be seen. You looked at him becoming distracted for a moment before the demon swung at you and knocked you back.

“You idiot!” *Kaigaku yelled as he unsheathed his sword, you couldn’t tell if that was directed at you or the demon. The sound of Kaigaku’s thunder was all you heard as you brought yourself back to your feet. Looking over to Kaigaku you watched as he placed his sword back into the sheath on his back, before looking back at you with a stern look. He picked up your sword that had been knocked away by the demon. “You need to be more careful.”

“I know…” You said, reaching out for the sword before he held it back. He clearly wasn’t pleased with you. “Kaigaku, I really am sorry.” You said as you looked up at him. His stern look wavered slightly for a moment. Seeing that you were getting to him you sighed and hugged him, though he didn’t hug back. “Thank you for saving me.” Kaigaku gritted his teeth before sighing, he knew he couldn’t stay mad at you.

“You better not go and die on me.”

Kaigaku couldn’t help but notice you were running late for tonight's meeting. Maybe something was holding you up, or maybe you just didn’t want to come. He stood up from his spot and decided to go looking for you. It didn’t take too long for him to hear your scream, which sent a rare feeling of panic through him. He quickly rushed toward your screams, soon finding you running away from a lower demon.

He reached for his sword as he glared down at the demon, he might not be able to kill this bastard but he sure as hell was going to make him pay. Just when you thought you were dead you swooped up high, finding yourself in Kaigaku’s arms as he stood on a nearby wall. The demon looked up and froze when he saw the kanji etched into Kaigaku’s eyes. This guy pissed of a Twelve Kizuki, and he knew it.

Kaigaku set you on the edge of the wall before jumping down. You covered your eyes, not wanting to watch what he’d do. Thankfully Kaigaku knew better than to torture and mutilate this demon infront of you, so he made sure to kick him back into the woods a bit. Sadly, that wasn’t enough to keep you from hearing the screams from the demon.

Eventually Kaigaku returned to your side, blood stains on his black kimono. Despite what just happened he couldn’t help but smile as he placed a hand on your cheek.

“Like I said, I’m always going to keep you safe…”

#demon slayer #kaigaku x reader #kaigaku x y/n #kaigaku x you #kaigakuxreader #genya x reader #genya x y/n #genya x you

[fullmoonraven]

"Local Lava Demon "WraithInnit", formerly known as TommyInnit, refuses to stop snogging candles; We have no clear explanation for why he continues to make out with candles, but the current running hypothesis is that he is somehow attracted to their flame. More on this subject later tonight at 6." Basically, my take on a ghostinnit that is far more wrathful and animalistic than aliveinnit had been! Cause mans deserves it, tbh Let the boy go feral

Lore and explanation under the cut!

In this fragment of an au, Tommy had been a mere two months into his exile at Logstedshire before he grew sick of it. Sick of the isolation, the hunger, sick of Dream and his stupid attempts to chain and train him like some blinded mutt. 

The breaking point had been when Dream took his flight feathers. 

His wings, small yet strong dandelion yellow puffs, were hardly useful for anything more than gliding- but if he caught the right current, he could stay airborne with little less than a occasional flap. Upon finding this out, Dream had held him down, ignoring his kicking, his screaming, and had taken shears to his largest feathers, cutting them away and grounding him with snip snip snips.

He’d left immediately after, leaving Tommy on the ground, still curled around what used to be his one untouched form of happiness.

The next day, Dream had returned, all sunshine and smiles, had brought a blanket and bread. Forced Tommy to take them, calling him ungrateful and a drama queen and manipulative, saying he’s just trying to make him feel bad for helping. After all, Tommy could’ve gotten hurt, could’ve fallen right to the ground and gone splat! But here he is, acting like a child, like it’s the end of the world because he got what was basically a haircut. It didn’t even hurt! Dream could’ve made it hurt, could’ve cut too short on purpose, but he didn’t! So what’s the big deal?

The day after that, Dream doesn’t show up. But the day after that blissful silence, he, Sapnap, and Ghostbur arrived, the ghost dead (hah) set on trying to decorate for the winter, and showing Tommy the tree back in L’manburg.

Tommy doesn’t want to go. Dream makes him. Drags him all the way through the Nether, up to the portal, before all of a sudden ‘remembering’ that Tommy’s banned. He could practically see the grin on Dream’s face when he offers to go through and get pictures in Tommy’s place, and within a minute, the three are gone, through the portal to L’manburg. And Tommy...

Tommy seethes. 

The bastard Knew what he was doing, what he continues to do. And yet no one will see, will stand up to him, will stop him and make him pay. 

With those thoughts burning behind his tongue, Tommy steps off the edge of the path, wings uselessly limp behind him, and falls, straight down into the lava ocean below.

As the last char of the boy’s body fades into nothingness, soulfire eyes snap open, brimstone claws unfurl, and a heart of hate pumps liquid fire through gold veins.

Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump.

-=-=-=-

Tommyinnit died with a heart full of loathing, for all those who stood by and watched and did nothing to help, and hatred, reserved solely for Dream.

If Ghostbur is Wilbur’s lost happiness, then Wraithinnit is Tommy’s suffocated rage.  He remembers every moment he’d just wanted to kick, to scream, to cry, but hadn’t, had pushed it down for it’d just get him hurt more if he did. He remembers every moment his feelings had been dismissed and trivialized and turned against him.

With those memories, fueled by rage, Wraithinnit hunts for Dream, dead set on killing the man who had caused him so much pain.

Sometimes, he will burn himself out, and glimpses of the old Tommy will shine through, playful and mischievous, but all the same far more animalistic than a Player should ever be, and quick to fly back into a rage if reminded of the very things that had formed him. 

-=-=-=-

Hope you like him! Feel free to use him in your own aus or stories, I’d just really like to be tagged or something- I love seeing what others create!

#dsmp #dsmp au #dreamsmp #c!tommy #c!dream #dead tommyinnit au #dead tommyinnit #ghostinnit #tw suicide #tw manipulation #winged tommyinnit #winged tommy #dead tommy #dreamsmp au #dream smp au #dream smp #ghostinnit au #Wraithinnit AU #dsmp fanart #lava #demon tommyinnit #demon tommy

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Monster Universe AU Short Story: Monster Morty TF

Note: Like I said, I’ll also do monster au stories other than Solar Opposites, because that’s just how I do. But don’t worry, I’ll still do Solar Opposites/Mighty Solars stuff! Just this idea came in mind thanks to this artwork that got me intrigued! I decided to do something amazing based on one of my favorite shows, since it was created by the same people that created Solar Opposites! This show came out when I was still a kid, and I found out about it when I saw the Season 2 Premiere on YouTube back in 2015, which got me interested once I was old enough to watch it at the age of 16! And after seeing the loving but dysfunctional relationship between Rick and his grandson Morty, I decided to add Rick’s Papa Wolf-Syndrome in this one! Hope you Rick and Morty fans enjoy this!

On the planet, known as Galaxbeast-9, Rick and Morty were running for their lives by a group of monstrous aliens known as the Galaxbeasts. Thanks to Rick’s fucked bullshit of stealing a strange serum, the Galaxbeasts are now hot on the duo’s assses. Morty screams as the beasts attempt to grab him, but he luckily kicks one away from him as he catches up with his grandpa.

Morty: Great plan Rick!

Rick: Hey now, belches Morty! Those fucking Galaxbeasts deserve it, with their toxic messes up venom and intoxicating bullshit roaming around space!

Morty: Well not your plan is about to fuck us!

Rick: Oh shit!

The duo are then surrounded by the Galaxbeasts as their leader, BoDawn approaches them savagely.

BoDawn: monster gibberish (what he’s saying in the dialogue is “You two guys have fucked up our planet long enough! This time, your asses are about to whooped! Prepare for our deadly venomous saliva you bitches!”)

Rick: Dude, the fuck are you saying? You aliens are real dummies man!

Morty: screaming voice Rick! Look out, their right hand is about to goop us!

The monsters then grabbed Rick and Morty by the goop from the right tentacle hands as Morty screams. The monsters then take the duo a strange palace, where BoDawn looks at them menacingly. BoDawn then orders his fellow Galaxbeasts to take Morty to another room as Morty began to realize in horror what is happening.

Morty: Wait?! What the hell is going on now?! What’s happening?! Where are these assholes taking me? Turns to Rick as he began to panic even more Rick! Rick, do something! screaming out Help!

Rick: Morty! struggling to break free Where you snarling bastards taking him?!

BoDawn: monster gibberish (what he is really saying is: “To our testing chamber for a painful experiment on humans who dare fuck with the Galaxbeasts! This kid is gonna get fuck man!)

Rick: What?! What the fuck are you guys even saying?! Where you taking my grandson?! kicks a Galaxbeasts in the shin as he escapes and uses a portal gun to find Morty

Meanwhile, in the chamber, Morty is struggling to break free as the Galaxbeasts scientists prepare to inject a needle into him.

Morty: Let me go you motherfuckers! You’re crazy! What are you guys going to do to me?!

Galaxbeasts Scientist #1: monster gibberish (what he is really saying is: “Administrate the serum into that whiney bitch!”)

The needle is injected into Morty as he screams in pain.

Morty: Ugh! Son of a bitch! clings to his arms and holds it as he began to feel pain inside of his body

Galaxbeast Scientist #2: monster gibberish (what he is really saying is “What the fuck is wrong with that kid”)

Morty: screaming in pain as he then suddenly sees a group of octopus-like succulents on his hands Grrrrrrr! What the hell is happening to me?!

Morty then gets down on the floor as he kneels down and the floor as he started snarling and his eyes began to green just like the travel portal’s color! His body began to grow muscular and bigger as it started to tear his whole clothes into shreds! His left hand grows some sharp claws! His forehead grew three glowing monstrous eyes as Morty continues to scream as his voice begans to grow deeper! His skin became monstrous and scaley like a dinosaur’s skin! His hair falls apart as it grows forehead spikes on it! His stomach grows very strong biceps and abs! His right arm became a tentacle hand as it has purple goop on it! As Morty began to complete his transformation as tears burst from his eyes, his teeth became razer sharp and monstrous with fangs! What stood before the Galaxbeasts was no longer the 14-year old boy Morty who is always the trusty lackey of his grandfather Rick in portal travel, but now a giant Galaxbeast looking furiously and monstrously at the aliens who did this to him.

Monster Morty: ROAR!

Rick: rushed right in the chamber with the portal gun Morty! Hang on, I got the portal gun, we can get outta he-

Rick then stops talking and gasp in horror once he saw his beloved grandson now a giant monster, but to make matters worse, Morty is too hard to be recognized with his monstrous appearance. Any traits that Morty ever have is gone as Rick struggles to get a weapon, only to be stop by BoDawn.

BoDawn: finds a translation device and zaps himself with it Ah, much better. Now, what was I gonna say, oh yeah? Got ya now Sanchez! You are about to now join your grandson and-

Rick, not listening, kicks the leader in his face and later beats up some of the Galaxbeasts. Then, he pummels Morty with burning rage as he prepare to demand the beast, where is his own grandson is.

Rick: I’m gonna fucking kill you if you do anything to hurt- suddenly began to look closely at Morty’s eyes as a flashback of him holding baby Morty ensues and it ends as it shifts back to the present as Morty started snarling Holy shit….. Morty?!

Monster Morty: roars as he began to attack Rick

Rick: Oh my God! It is you! Morty! Calm down! Everything’s gonna be okay! Just stay calm and we’ll get you home safely! gets swat by Morty in the tentacle hand Morty!

Monster Morty: growls and roars as berserk tears burst out of five eyes

Rick: Morty, no! Stop! It’s me, your grandpa Rick! Morty then doesn’t move and continue to snarl at his grandpa It’s gonna be okay! Please, stay calm and-

Suddenly, the Smith family’s travel ship burst in and it opens as it shows Beth, Space Beth, Jerry and Summer running up to Rick in concern.

Beth: Dad, what’s happening?!

Space Beth: Rick, what the fuck is happening?!

Jerry: Holy shit, what the hell happen?!

Summer: Grandpa Rick, where’s Morty?!

Suddenly, the family sees Morty and screams by his monstrous appearance, but luckily, Beth got out a grapple hook and ties up Morty as he struggles to break free.

Beth: Oh my God, what the hell happen to my son?

Summer: Oh my God! Is that Morty?!

Jerry: What have they done to our son?!

Space Beth: We must get him back! Who knows what effects can happen?!

Rick: Don’t worry, I got this! Once we get back!

The Sanchez-Smith family heads back to their ship and flies it back home while Rick looks back in worry and concern at Morty, who is struggling to break free from the net as he roars. The family then made it back to Earth as Rick kept Morty in the garage three hours later that night as Beth, Space Beth, Jerry and Summer wait worriedly. Rick then does some data on Morty with his technology scanner as Morty began to tear the grapple hook apart.

Monster Morty: growling

Rick: Hey, hey, hey, hey! Morty, stop! No! You’re out of control!

Monster Morty: roars as he breaks free and was about to attack Rick until Rick puts his hands gently on Morty’s head despite it having three eyes on the forehead

Rick: softly Hey, hey. Morty. Morty. It’s okay. You’re safe now. I’m here with you. Those Galaxbeasts are not gonna get you anymore. We’re gonna get through this, we’ll figure out a way to cure you from this fucked up condition. It’s gonna be okay. Grandpa Rick is here.

As Rick continues to soothe Morty by the forehead, part of Morty’s personality resurfaces as he began to talk again, but with a deep monstrous voice.

Monster Morty: R-Rick? What’s going on? Oh my God, I-I- what have I done? I did this? What’s happening to me…. Rick…. what am I gonna do…. I am so scared…. breaks down crying as Rick continues to make sucking sounds softly

Rick: soothes Morty Hey now, it’s okay Morty. You’re safe. It’s gonna be okay. I’m here for you…

As Rick places his hand on Morty’s right tentacle hand, Morty continues to cry as Rick continues to soothe him. Morty suddenly thens turns back to normal but naked as Rick gasp and places a blanket on Morty to cover him up. Morty continues to cry as Rick comforts him.

Morty: Rick, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I-My mind went crazy and I-

Rick: softly Hey, it’s gonna be okay Morty. We’ll find a way to fix this and- suddenly sees a portal open with two Galaxbeasts appearing What the fuck?! How did you guys get a portal gun?

Morty: Oh no! Rick?! What do we do now?! Rick gets pummeled by two of the Galaxbeast RICK!

All Morty can now see is neon yellow-green visions in his eyes as he growls and turns back into his monster form and roars loudly that the whole neighborhood hide in fear. Morty then gets into a fight with two of the Galaxbeasts. Morty stops the first one by clawing him by the back. But then, the Galaxbeasts slash Morty by the back as he screams.

Rick: Morty!

Morty gets back up and grabs the Galaxbeast by the back with his tentacle right hand as he slams it to the ground. Morty then sees the second Galaxbeast prepare to wack him with a light pole, right after Morty grabs the pole and roars in fury by slamming the Galaxbeast as he roars. Morty breaths in and out as he calms down once he sees the two now dead Galaxbeasts and Rick comes up to him worriedly as Morty starts to weep.

Monster Morty: weeping Rick, I’m so scared… why is this happening to me?!

Rick: I don’t know Morty, but don’t worry. We’ll figure out a way to fix this. I’ll be here every step of the way.

Rick places his forehead softly on Morty. Then later that night, in the garage, Morty is seen ready for bed since he is now forced to be controlled before he gains control of his form. Morty then hears his parents and Rick talking behind the closed door, discussing how is this whole thing gonna be handled.

Beth: muffling Dad, this horrible. I can’t have a monster for a son. Poor Morty is just a kid.

Rick: muffling I know Beth, but right now, Morty needs me. He has to stay put before anyone finds out about this. He’ll be in danger.

Jerry: muffling But this is bullshit! Morty doesn’t deserve this. He’s just fourteen years old! Why would any aliens do this to a child?

Rick: muffling and sighs I don’t know Jerry, but if this is the only way to protect Morty, so be it. No one can see him like this.

As Morty continues to hears his loved ones discussing how they are gonna handle this, tears burst from his eyes as he weeps silently and turns back into his monster form as he cries silently. Rick comes into the room and sees his grandson crying. Rick wipes Morty’s away softly and then puts his lab coat on Morty as he smiles back to him without making a sound. As Rick began to work, he looks back to his transformed grandson Morty with a determination on his face.

Rick: Don’t worry Morty, this transformation may be a but difficult. But, we’ll help you gain control of it. I promise. Because, no one fucks with my grandson

The end?

Credit goes to Edimay/SuperMonsterfan for the drawing of Monster Morty!

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