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aizawawhore · 4 years

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Brat

Pairing: Shigaraki x reader

Words: 1909

Genre: smut

Warnings: blow jobs, teasing, vaginal sex, brat taming, HEAVY degradation, light choking maybe? possible slight if ya squint non-con??? It’s just rough honestly like just fucking sin honestly, oh some mention of Overhaul and jealousy. I know Overhaul is a total ass so maybe some people don’t like having him in fics idk??? A/N: So this is based off a request that asked if Tomura would be good at brat taming. Simple answer? Yeah...but this guy is a brat as well so...it’s interesting! Sorry if this isn’t the best I just wanted to write some sweet handy boy <3

You weren't being a brat, it was Shigaraki who was being the brat. You weren't just going to play into his game of 'you're being a bad girl and now I'm going to get my dick wet at your expense' today. Shiggy though had other plans. You guessed it was a hard day of being a villain because he came into who room in a rage. Or Dabi was just being--well--Dabi. You were sitting on his bed reading something until your boyfriend came into the room almost breaking down the door while he was at it. He was panting, pissed off and ready to get rid of some pent up anger. You weren't having it today though, you were tired of taking care of his temper tantrums--at least for tonight. It must have bothered him that you just glanced at him and paid him no mind before turning back to your book to keep reading. "Hey!" Shigaraki growled and you just kept reading. Footsteps came closer to the bed and you didn't even budge. "Are you fucking ignoring me?"

You kept reading, but at this point you were more just staring at the page and not actually reading the words. "Hey you little whore, answer me!" He decayed the book out of your hands and you sighed. "What Tomura? Did something not go right? And now you're going to take it out on me?" You called him out, and he looked fucking pissed beyond belief. You would be lying if you said it didn't put fear into you, but you knew Tomura--he'd never do anything you were uncomfortable with. "You're a god damn spoiled brat, you know that Y/N? I take care of you, keep a roof over your head and give you all you could ever want, and you act like this toward me?" He yanks your hair, making you pull towards him and forcing you to look him in the eyes. "I know you're trying to act tough, but we all know you're just a little dumb baby. A fucktoy, my fucktoy. So drop the fucking act, it's not cute." You just make a 'hmph' noise before looking away from him with your hair still in his grip. "I'm going to count to three, and if you keep acting like a brat after that--I'm going to ruin that body of yours." You keep your eyes away from his, not saying a single word. "One." Tomura counts, and you keep looking away. "Two." He counts again, this time you waver, but keep your eyes away from him. "Three." On three, he throws you back onto the bed and pins you down with his body. "Are you going to behave now?" He asked, cocking his head. You looked at him, and stick your tongue out. "Fine." The man above you speaks, and the second you blink his hand minus his pinkie is wrapped around you neck and pressing down. "I'm going to have a good time making you behave little whore." You whine a little, not being able to speak and he chuckles in amusement. "No no no, you had your chance to show me you could behave. Now I'm going to do exactly what I said I would do. I'm going to tease you and fuck you until you're crying and begging me to stop. And then we'll see if you wanna act like such a stupid brat next time." You nodded, damn you were weak for him. He was so hot like this, angry and dominate. Shiggy kept his hand steady on your neck and squeezed more almost fully cutting off your air supply as he unzipped his pants with the other hand. His cock springing free, he gripped his dick and pumped it a couple times as pre-cum leaked from the tip. He was so hard, you couldn't help but think you being a little hard to tame was turning him on. You started to feel light-headed from the lack of air, and he noticed. "Here is the deal little whore--you get to breathe for the brief moments it takes for your mouth to get on my cock. After that I'm going to fuck that throat until you're gagging and choking on it. Show me how sorry you are." With that he let go of your neck, and you were immediately moving to take his cock in your mouth. You wanted to tease him for a bit and maybe on a different night you could. But the moment you made contact with his cock Shigaraki was choking you with his member, tears coming from your eyes right away at the feeling of being gagged. He groaned and kept thrusting in and out of your warm wet mouth. He wasn't being gentle, he never was but tonight he was being rougher than what you were used to, but you weren't complaining. He was right after all, he took care of you and made sure you were safe which is something you never thought he was capable of doing. You're little temper tantrum was uncalled for, but at least it gave you a hard fuck which you always enjoyed. You were drooling out of the corners of your mouth as you took his cock, you used your tongue to lick around his shaft and head of his cock and just becoming drunk off his dick. The blue haired man above you was stern still but god was he ever enjoying the sight of you being a cock drunk little slut. He loved having the power over you even if you were in a bratty mood, he wouldn't trade you for anything--even if he had a messed up way of showing it. He pulled his cock out of your mouth after facefucking you for a good five minutes, making your throat raw. Spit and cum were mixed in your mouth and you swallowed it all down. You were a mess, and basically had no mind of your own now. Shigaraki grabbed his phone from his jacket pocket and opened the camera on it. "Such a pretty little cock whore." He mumbled before snapping a couple of pictures of you with tears running down your face and cum and drool coating your lips and chin. After he was done with getting pictures of you, he chucked his phone on the nightstand and moved over to his desk chair. He sat down, and you were worrying that he was going to leave you dripping and ready for more. "Off the bed, come here." You didn't need to be told twice, you stood up and moved over to your boyfriend and so eager for what he had in mind next. "Strip, do it slowly." You gave a slight nod and reached for the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it up revealing you weren't wearing a bra. Shiggy tutted as you dropped your shirt to the floor. "Such a fucking whore, I bet no matter what man walked through that door was going to get their cock sucked by such a dirty baby like you." "N-No Tomura...only you." It was true, no matter how many times Dabi flirted with you--you wouldn't go to his room. You'd always return to Shigaraki. You would never do this for anyone else, you were his. "Really? What about Overhaul?" You had only met Overhaul once, when Shigaraki went to meet him after the incident. He wanted you there for 'eye-candy' purposes and you obeyed. You sat on your leaders lap the whole conversion. You had crossed the line when you thought you were really just playing the role of the leaders whore. You would cross one leg over the other and when you did you'd keep your legs spread just a little longer then needed. You should've known this isn't what he meant when he wanted eye-candy with him. He just wanted you there, just to sit pretty and wait like a good bitch while they worked things out. Instead you gave Shigaraki the wrong message. Let's just say he fucked you so hard that night you couldn't walk for days. He claimed you that night, and now he was bringing it up again. "No T-Tomura...I don't want him I need you. Only you." You slipped your shorts and panties down just leaving a pair of thigh highs on that Shiggy loved. His eyes were glued to yours, you stood there waiting for his next order. "Prove it again, ride my cock." He growled. You wasted no time getting on his lap, straddling him and sinking down onto his cock. You let out a moan, a soft one which earned you a slap to your ass. "Be loud, I want everyone to know you're mine." As you got into a good pace, bouncing up and down on his cock while Shigaraki sat back and watched you do all the work you let out loud moans and cries of his name. He gripped your ass with one careful hand and the other pinched and squeezed your nipple. You were on pleasure overload and you weren't sure if you could keep it up much longer. "T-Tomura...can I please cum? I wanna cum!" A dark, evil chuckle escaped your boyfriend. "You think after that little show you put on earlier I'm just going to let you cum? Dumb little baby. You're going to keep begging until I think you're sorry enough to cum. Or able I'll just leave you here horny and leaking if I don't think you're trying hard enough." You keep trying to hold off your orgasm and start begging, as loud as you can. "Please Tomura! I'm sorry I was such a brat I won't be like that again! I need to cum on your big cock. Please Tomura!" You were just hoping it was good enough, you kept moaning and begging him as you kept your speed. Even if he didn't give you the go-ahead. You weren't sure if you could hold on much longer. "Fine, cum." Oh fuck yes. You didn't just cum though, you fucking squirted all over his cock the moment he spoke. You couldn't believe it, you had never done that before. It must have made Tomura very turned on and happy, because he busted the moment he realized what you had done. His cum painted your inside walls and he let out an animalistic growl and was digging his blunt nails so deep into your ass that you knew they were going to leave marks. "That's it! Good girl!" He rasped as you crashed down and went limp, your orgasm was just too powerful and the over stimulation was also too much to handle. Your mind went fuzzy and you were sure you were about to faint. But you were pulled out of your daze by the man under you gently petting your hair and kissing your neck. "You must be tired." He mumbled, it was moments like these that made making him angry worth it. After a couple of minutes of staying still. You got the power back into your legs to lift you off of him. You were really tired, the sudden need to sleep taking over you. You fell straight onto the bed once you made your way over to it and your boyfriend soon followed, laying beside you as you peacefully drifted off. I guess he was able to tame the brat out of you after all... - END -

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httpkittenn · 5 years

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lovers over haters

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entishramblings · 3 years

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The Essence of Arda [Legolas X Reader]

A.N: whoA okay so this fic took me on a whole ass adventure. I kinda just let the story go where it wanted to and ya know I’m kinda happy with how it turned out. Also, “(h/c)” means hair color...there is something I included but I wanted to make sure you guys could still see yourself as the character so yeah! Another also...I’m sorry....this was requested literally so long ago.

Request: @sokkasdarling — heyhey im gonna request smth cus i LOVE U AND UR WRITING HHHH okay so how about a jealous legolas fic where he thinks the reader and aragorn have a lil thing going on but they're just really great friends and she actually likes legolas very much?? please and thank you<3333

Pairing: Legolas X Reader

Summary: (Y/N) and Legolas’s paths cross in an unexpected way and the two develop feelings for each other. However, Legolas is unsure and gets jealous bc of the way Aragorn and (Y/N) interact.

Word Count: 3,661 (sorry I got a little carried away)

Warnings: angst, fluff, cuteness, jealousy, the tiniest amount of nudity

(gif not mine)

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Legolas had met many wandering souls throughout his travels of middle earth—weathered, withered, and warped humans in particular, for the elements and loneliness seemed to affect them more so. Elves, on the other hand, were bound to nature. It was where their hearts rested and their spirits thrived; therefore, the desperation of the empty lands of Arda did not affect him. However, that didn’t mean he did not wish for company. So, on that account, Legolas made his way north towards the Dundain, in hopes to see his good friend Aragorn once more.

It was there, in the northern wilderness, where he met the most riveting and thought-provoking individual. The intriguing nature that compelled his attention was that she was so unlike the other humans he ventured upon, specifically because she wasn’t exactly human.

The first time he had met (Y/N) was when her sharp canine teeth were at his throat.

A (h/c) she-wolf had launched herself at him with an unhinged jaw and barring teeth. The nimble creature had been so swift that he, even as an elf, did not have time to react. The wolf had pinned him down with a viscous expression—laughing at his surprise. Legolas was only quick enough to pull a knife from his belt once he was already knocked down upon the mud. However, he hesitated just before he was going to strike the blade into the beasts’ belly.

As intimidated as he was, something in those vibrant earthy eyes made him halt. Was it the deep churning of the sea? The fresh breath of the sky? The moisture of the leaves? The pooling of sun-kissed honey? The thickness of clay-like soil? Legolas was unsure why exactly, but those eyes reflected the essence of Arda—they reflected it right back into his soul. And here was his miscalculation, for the natural instincts of a wolf would not suspend for its prey—well, not without a familiar voice calling out....?

“(Y/N), NO!”

The creature froze. She reluctantly backed off of his form but she did not let her guard down. Instead, she circled him with those same barring teeth and low growls.

Legolas inhaled a deep breath of cold air as he tried to re-center himself, for it was not often an elf got knocked on their ass and enthralled so deep in a beauty.

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and focused in on his elvish senses—feeling every nerve in his body scream out to be alert.

Legolas’s ears picked up the first indication—the speaker.

A sound of rough, ragged panting carried through the breeze as his gaze whispered upon the being who had previously hollered—a worn down Ranger.

A small grin crossed the elf’s face. Aragon stood before Legolas, with hands on his knees, sucking in deep breathes. An entirely human action. The Ranger clearly had a hard time keeping up with the canine creature—which he surprisingly seemed to be acquainted with.

“Legolas, by the Valar, I didn’t know you were traveling through these parts,” He exclaimed.

The elf chuckled as he stood, brushing dirt off his palms.

“Well, I suppose I am lucky for she listens to you well,” He nodding at the wolf for reference.

The Ranger shook his head and let out an amused laugh. “She never listens to a thing I say. So, you are lucky, indeed.”

The wolf released a snort-like sound as if she was retorting to his words.

The Ranger rolled his eyes before speaking to Legolas again, “Let me show you to where we are camped. A hot meal will be waiting.”

Legolas smiled softly, “Thank you, Mellon Nin (my friend).”

The group—consisting of man, elf, and wolf—traveled through the woodland tundra with small conversation between the two who could speak. They shared their recent adventures and current news across the lands until they come upon a handful of Rangers around a blazing fire. They were clad in similar attire as Aragorn, being worn leather boots and thick fraying fabrics. Each of them had the same haunted expressions as many people Legolas had met, yet nothing like the joyful grin that pulled slightly at Aragorn’s lips.

The Ranger introduced each of his companions to the elf as he settled down upon a log. Legolas did the same, allowing himself to become enthralled by the brilliant flames. The she-wolf left his thoughts.

As the moon rose high and stars stretched across the sky, the rangers began to settle for the evening. It was then when the elf ducked away to relieve himself.

He made his way through the twisting trees in silence for he enjoyed listening to the sounds of night’s nature. But the normal chirps and hoots was not what met his ears; rather it was snapping bones and ripping skin, small groans and weak whimpers—it was pain.

Legolas narrowed his eyes and crept forward cautiously, fearful of what he might find.

The sounds let him towards a rather large bolder that was impeded in the ground and covered in thick moss. He was startled as he laid a hand on the cold stone, for a leg protruded upon the side—a leg belonging to the canine species.

It bended and it snapped, morphing into one of human nature—much like his own. It then disappeared behind the rock once more. He could not hold back the gasp that left his lips for witnessing such a thing was—shocking, confusing, terrifying. It was unnatural, but then again, what was ever natural within the lands of Arda?

Legolas’s attention was drawn upwards as a naked figure shakily stood before him.

She stood straight, with impeccable posture, and a head held high; but that is not what claimed his consciousness. It was that vibrant gaze, burning angry holes into him.

She spoke sharply, “Well, are you going to pass me my clothing?”

Instead of responding or making any motion, he froze as if he was deer hiding from the predator once more. His blue orbs locked onto hers, for he dared not let his gaze wander.

Dreadful silence hung in their air as he processed that the person before him indeed was a wolf moments before—the wolf.

However, that antagonizing absence of sound was disrupted when life was breathed back into him and he could finally move his lips. Though it came out as a whisper, for elves were conservative creatures and such a sight had caught him off guard, it still came out nonetheless.

“You are—are not entirely human.” He stated with an expression that seeped curiousness and inquiry.

“Though, currently, I am shaped like one. So, as you are in my way, I will ask you once again to pass me my clothing.” She reiterated.

Legolas’s brows pulled together and his lips mumbled her words back to her as he searched his mind for the meaning. He twisted around and around until a pile of dark fabrics caught his eye. He grasped them gently and passed it over the boulder between them into her calloused hands.

He turned so his back was facing her. His anxiety and awkwardness reverberated off of every word that non-consensually tumbled from his lips. “You are a shifter then—able to alter your form? A wolf....so I suppose it was you who almost tore my throat out.” He paused before recalling her name, “(Y/N).” He should have stopped there if he could, but alas, he couldn’t. “I have only ever met one other like you. His name was Beorn—a great black bear he was—“

She interrupted him, “Most elves I come across are not so verbal. Though, Strider had mentioned you before, Legolas. A strange fellow you are indeed.”

A small grin of embarrassment flickered across his face, not that she could see. “He called me strange?”

A laugh, sounding of blades of grass rubbing together against the wind, struck the air. (Y/N) spoke, “For an elf he had said. But truly, he was too generous with those extra words.”

Legolas tilted his head at that for it seemed to be an insult; but before he could decide on such a matter, she called out to him again—this time fully clothed and ten feet in front of him.

“Are you coming?”

He quickly scampered after her.

As he and (Y/N) entered the area, Aragorn, who still sat by the fire, glanced up with a shimmer in his eye.

Legolas gridded his teeth and sat down next to the man. In a voice as low and quiet as he could muster, he spoke to the Ranger. “Why didn’t you tell me she was the wolf?”

Aragorn smirked in amusement before whispering back, “I figured you would eventually come to that conclusion and by your expression it was not of the best experiences.”

Legolas shot his friend a glare, but that only made the Ranger grin more.

Luckily for the elf, (Y/N) interrupted the moment. “Strider, did you save me some stew? I’m starved.”

The man passed a bowl to her as he spoke, “You know I always do, (Y/N).”

She smiled gratefully.

The Ranger stood and made his way to his bedroll, clapping the elf on the shoulder as he went.

Legolas took notice of the interaction between the two and turned his attention to the woman sitting across from him.

Once he was sure Aragorn was out of ear shot, he spoke quite bluntly, “You and Strider....are you—“

She snorted, “No, no. His heart lies in Rivendell.”

Legolas raised an eyebrow, “And yours?”

(Y/N) shrugged and glanced up at the scenery around them. “Here. In the lands of middle earth.”

The elf tilted his head, examining her again.

She stopped her chewing and sent him an accusatory look. “What?”

Legolas smiled softly, “I sense that shifters are much like elves in that regard—bound to nature and tethered in the sky.”

She raised a brow, “And what makes you think that?”

He chuckled lightly at her bold fierceness, “Your eyes. I can see the essence of Arda in them.”

(Y/N) shook her head in amusement, “Elves and their poetry.” She paused, taking a moment to think. “Although what you say is true, it is within that where I think we differ. You elves are laced up spiritually whereas shifters are tied animalisticly.” When the elf did not respond she continued, “You care for morals, I care to survive.”

Legolas nodded in understanding, “Yet we both appreciate the beauty of it.”

The corner of her lip pulled upwards and she shook her head in agreement.

......

As time went on and the small group traveled, the female shifter and the elf became great friends—bonding over their infinity with nature. The two had split off from the rangers for a little while because (Y/N) wanted to see the forest of Greenwood and examine what seemed to be haunting it. However, after approximately two moon cycles, they met with Aragorn once more. He was not with his previous companions though, so it was only the three of them.

The months had gotten colder and they traveled upon open plains so (Y/N) stayed in her wolf form. It was easier for the time being. And it was in this shape that she came bounding towards the ranger that she had not seen in a while.

She jumped up upon him, knocking him to the ground as she had once done to Legolas. She plastered wet slobbery licks upon his face as his chest rumbled with laughter.

The elf could not help but feel a pang of jealous encase his heart. He had grown to develop feelings for the shifter as they had grown close over their journey.

Just as he felt bound to nature, he felt bound to her.

So he stood, with a fire burning in his heart, as he watched (Y/N) give canine affection to his human friend.

As the days continued on, Legolas’s irritation grew. (Y/N) strayed closer to Aragorn’s side—rubbing her face against his leg and pawing at his feet in attempt to trip him.

Of course, Aragorn could pick up on the elf’s mood and angry looks. He had thought Legolas was aware of his lover in Rivendell, but perhaps not. The Ranger had wanted to find a moment alone with the elf so he could assure him of the sibling-like relationship between him and the shifter; but with open freezing lands like this, there was no privacy.

The small trio had settled upon large rocks for the night as that was the only shelter available. They lit a brilliant fire in attempt to starve off the nipping wind, but it only did so much.

Aragorn, wrapped in blankets, had fallen asleep quite quickly; whereas Legolas sat brooding, leaning against a boulder.

It was a moment before he noticed those curious eyes on him. They twinkled with the emotions of Arda, searching his soul. With a tilted head, the wolf approached him slowly.

She crawled forward, so close that her wet nose was inches from his own. She resting one large paw upon his thigh but her weight did not hurt him.

Legolas did not move because he was taken by surprise. (Y/N), as partially human, did understand boundaries; yet, she did not seem to care about them in this instance. Instead, she studied him—up close.

The elf knew that she was searching him for answers given she had noticed his mood as well. However, Legolas did not wish to give any. Therefore, he held his porcelain elf features strong, not bending to her intimidation. He starred right back at her. Though this time, his eyes were filled with anger and frustration—and (Y/N) could tell.

Legolas was upset with her for she blatantly gave Aragorn affections.

Could she not see his heart?

He had said he would not bend to her will and intimidation. He had decided he would be cold towards her. He had made a choice—a choice that he could not uphold as he gazed into her soft eyes of nature.

Slowly, he raised a gentle hand. He brought it close to her face. When she did not pull away, he cupped the canine’s features.

To his disbelief, (Y/N) completed an action he had never seen her do before—even with Aragorn. She leaned into his touch.

Legolas’s lips parted as the moment encapsulated his mind.

He let his hand fall slowly and (Y/N) leaped off his lap. But she did not scamper off in a different direction. Instead, she ducked into his side and curled up against him. She let her head rest on his lap.

Cautiously, Legolas began to stroke her soft, (h/c) fur. He let the short strands slip through his fingers, lulling her to sleep.

.....

When Legolas woke, (Y/N) was not in his sights. He sent a confused expression towards Aragorn who was tending to the dwindling flames.

“She will be back,” the Ranger stated simply.

The elf stood and walked towards Aragorn. “Where did she go?”

The ranger shrugged while biting back a smile.

Legolas frowned at his playful expression, “I know you know something, Aragorn.”

The man raised his brows. “I woke sometime in the night. You and (Y/N) seemed quite close.” He paused, the tone of his voice changing, “You know, she never lets anyone touch her like that.”

“Never have you....?” Legolas let his sentence trail off as the ranger shook his head.

Aragorn spoke again, “My heart rests with another.”

Their conversation was cut short by a feminine voice. “Have either of you seen my cloak?”

Legolas’s head snapped in the direction of the sound for it had been long since (Y/N) was in her human form.

The shifter stood before them shivering slightly in her clothes. They were clearly not fit for the freezing air as the fabric was thin—so thin that her the curve of her breasts and nipples was easily seen.

Legolas adverted his eyes and instantly began to ruffle through his bag as he spoke with concern in his tone. “(Y/N), why have you shifted to your human form? Did you not say it was safer for you to travel through this weather as a wolf?”

She sighed, “It is harder to communicate in my animal form.”

Both of the men knew what she was alluding to.

Legolas cleared his throat and pulled out a couple fabrics from his bag. “I have been carrying your cloak.” He moved towards her as he continued speaking. “Wear this as well. It is an elvish tunic weaved from my homeland; it will keep you warm.”

“Legolas, you don’t ha—“

He shook his head, “Please, I insist.”

(Y/N) reluctantly took it and pulled the fabric over her head. She frowned as she handled the wrap around ties, not quite able to figure out how they were supposed to lay.

The elf smiled softly, “Here, let me.”

Ever so gently he took the extra fabric in his hands and begun to weave it around her form. He tied the delicate cloths in a simple knot before moving to fasten her cloak under her chin.

“Thank you, Legolas.”

He tucked a stray hair behind her ear, “It is no problem.”

He turned to gather his belongings as they were to continue their way through Arda. However, as he did so, Aragorn shot him an amused playful look. The elf sent him a sharp glare in retribution.

.....

Within a couple days, a winter storm hit the group. Luckily, they were not far from a human town which they gratefully took refuge in. Of course, as they busted into the inn, many weird looks were thrown their direction. It was not often this area was crossed by elves and rangers—and skin changers, but they were unaware of (Y/N)’s less than human nature.

They each paid for a room and took time to settle into the warmth.

Legolas rested on the edge of the cot, fiddling with one of his blades. He had let his thoughts wander to a place he had been avoiding. A bond with nature was one thing he knew deep within his soul, but a bond with another was something untouched and left uncovered. Of course he had had acquaintances with friends and family; however, the bond he was debating over was one with a lover. He knew where his heart craved to be, yet he was unsure how to proceed.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the frame of his open door.

Legolas looked up to see (Y/N). She was wearing fresh clothing, likely washed and pressed by a maid. All the filth and grim had been scrubbed from her skin and her wet hair was pulled into a tight braid.

“(Y/N),” he stated simply. “Is something wrong?”

She shook her head as she stepped into his room, “Well, not entirely.”

Legolas frowned at that comment.

The shifter walked closer until she stood only a foot from the elf.

He looked up into her vibrant eyes with question.

(Y/N) cleared her throat as she gently placed something soft and neatly folded into his hands. “Thank you for lending me your extra tunic.”

He smiled softly at her, “Won’t you need it again when we depart? The weather isn’t getting warmer anytime soon.”

A light chuckle rumbled in her chest and she shook her head in response.

Legolas placed the fabric next to him and looked up at her again. He did not notice he was staring until she whispered his name.

“Legolas, why do you do that?”

He tilted his head trying to hid his embarrassment, “What do you mean?”

Her teeth scraped her bottom lip, “Why do you look at me like that?”

The elf adverted his gaze, “My apologizes. I did not mean to offend you—“

(Y/N) interrupted him, “It is not an offense.” She sighed before speaking again. “You look at me like you marvel at nature—as if I am something so breath taking.”

“You are.” He frowned, “Do you not think so of yourself?”

The woman did not say a word; instead, she shifted her vision to the floor.

Legolas reached outwards and took her hand in his own. “You are breath taking, (Y/N)—even more so than nature.”

She shook her head, “I—I don’t understand.”

Legolas could not hold back any longer. He knew he needed to explain what he meant but no words could formulate such a thing. Therefore, he gave into his impulses and did the only thing he could think of to demonstrate it. The elf pulled her into him and grasped her cheeks with his hands. Legolas drew her face downward and smashed his lips against hers. When she did not reiterate any action he instantly pulled away. Had he taken a step too far?

“Legolas,” she breathed out in a whisper.

“I...I am sorry...I didn’t—“

She shook her head and clasped his cheeks, bringing his mouth to hers once again. Their lips moved together like the rhythmic dance of the wind—swirling and intertwining with eagerness. Legolas could taste the essence of Arda upon her lips—the sweet honey from east of the Anduin, the fresh berries from the region of Eriador, the bitter nuts from the mountains of Angmar. (Y/N) moved her body in-between his legs, but she decided that that was not close enough. So, she lifted herself into his lap, letting his calloused hands encircle her waist and hold her steady. She could feel the warmth of sparking fires, the comfort of soft wool, the shield of shelter from harsh winds. Legolas laid down upon the bed, pulling her form with him. He could hear the pounding of her heart and the gasps of her breath. Every sound she made did not escape him, it fueled him. (Y/N) tangled her fingers in his blonde locks and smiled against his lips for she recognized every aspect of nature within the elf, for it was in her too. It was the essence of Arda.

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#lord of the rings #lotr #the hobbit #legolas #aragorn #Legolas x reader #Legolas fic #legolas one shot #legolas drabble #legolas imagines #legolas one shots #legolas imagine #mirkwood #lotr fanfic #lotr fanfiction

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ellitx · 3 years

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I'm sorry to hear about some of your asks getting deleted ;; I think mine was one of them but I'm not sure///

I think it was more or less:

A scenario where Venti is awake and horny and really needy for his s/o but they're absolutely konked out laying on their side, sleeping away and Venti feels conflicted because they look so peaceful and cute sleeping like that. He brings himself closer and buries his head into their shoulder while hugging them from behind, unintentionally brushing his hard-on against their ass, groaning into their nape.

While a part of him doesn't want to disturb them, their sleeping, innocent face is so cute and he's hard to the point where it feels painful and he needs to have them.

So, as gently as he can, he brushes their nightgown up, and slowly inserts his erection inbetween their thighs. Venti shudders as he feels his length slide up and against their clothed mound, their warmth enveloping him. He takes a deep breath to control the impulse to rut harshly against him and he succeeds for awhile, his thrusts slow and steady but soon he looses himself in the pleasure and starts increasing his pace and gripping onto their hips more tightly as he feels his peak near.

In his ecstasy he fails to notice the whimpers and breathy quiet moans that come from his s/o, slowly waking up due to the warm, wet friction against their thighs, and the tight grip against their hips. Another rough thrust has his length brush against their now damp panties against their clit and their s/o lets out a loud moan, one of their hands moving to weakly grip the hand on their hip. Trying to dispell the fogginess in their mind, they groggily ask Venti what's going on, in their tired confusion, their hand reaches down to touch the hardness with their fingertips briefly, jolting Venti out of his stupor and shivering at the sensation.

He utters out an apology, words failing to come to him as he slowly comes back to his senses. His s/o on the other hand, although embarrased and their face feeling hot due to the unexpected situation...didn't seem to mind, meekly moving their head to face away from him, they tell him that they don't mind Venti wanting to have sex with them while asleep, just that they're not gonna be very active or noisy...

And Venti's brain short circuits for a moment because he wasn't expecting that response at all, it doesn't help when their s/o moves their hand down their body to move their wet panties aside, and gently reaches for his shaft to align it with their entrance. Which leaves both of them letting out a breathy sigh of pleasure at the feeling.

With their head faced away from his again, and adjusting themselves to be more comfortable in bed, they shyly ask him if he would like to continue?

///sorry for my english and if it sucks, i'm not a writer and it definetly shows haha but I needed to get this out of my system. I think this blog made me realize I had a somnophilia kink 😩

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I was about to answer this but got deleted, thank you for coming back anon and feeding us once again with his somnophilia kink!!!

Hhhh this is so sexy and that thigh fucking? goodness you’re putting all my favorites here 🥵

#submission #ellianswers #venti x reader #genshin impact x reader #venti brainrot #venti

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iwaasfairy · 3 years

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Hhhh Meian,,, big man,,,, ooga booga,,,, choking potential with him is infinite 🤤🤤🤤 his hands are so big and he absolutely towers over you so he doesn’t even need to squeeze hard to intimidate you into behaving ahdjsndjnsd AAAAA

I hear your point loud and clear, nonnie. Very valid arguments, good presentation, we love to see it.

tw degradation, daddy, size kink, choking (just meian things ♡)

"Shut up, I don’t wanna hear it,” he breathes, pressing you against the lockers by your throat a little too hard. You whine as you wrap your hands around his wrist, holding on with hard breaths. You wanted him to get pissed, sure, but now it’s actually happening it’s a lot more overwhelming than you thought. He’s huge, glaring daggers down at you while pinning you between his thighs.

“You really made me mad this time. Cheering for Atsumu with your tits pressed into that tiny, little top? What even is...” He tugs at the flimsy strap once, letting it snap back against your skin. “Might as well go out fucking naked next time, huh? Let everyone see what a whore you are when you don’t get daddy’s attention for a few days.” His fingers tighten a little around your throat, the lack of air making your eyes water and your mouth open a little further.

“I didn’t mean to,” you mumble, and he huffs as he yanks the top down your body, snapping the straps too easily. Then he leans in to hover his mouth over yours, and lifts a brow.

“Oh, you didn’t mean to? You didn’t mean to piss daddy off so he’ll fuck your slutty, desperate pussy again?” The low rumble of his whisper is enough to have your thighs pressing together, panties growing damp. The way his hand is able to wrap around your throat so easily, barely having to put and pressure to have your heart racing and the blood rushing to your head leaves you teary-eyed. He pinches your nipples until they pebble, before dropping his hand between your legs. “Open your mouth.”

You whine at the order, fluttering your shiny lashes at him. The thumping of your heartbeat between your ears is loud. “The guys...” you try to warn him, knowing it never takes Hinata too long to shower, but he squeezes harder and flicks against your covered clit once, and you gasp. “F-uck, daddy, I’m sorry.”

“Get on your knees and open your mouth,” he repeats, finally letting go of your throat to have the blood rushing back and your vision blurring. But you drop to your knees right away, clinging to his thick thighs and looking up at him. He quickly shoves the shorts down his legs and reveals his thick, hard cock, putting it onto your lips. “Next time if you want me to remind you who this pretty body belongs to, you just have to ask, silly girl.” He grins when you open your mouth as far as you can and flick your tongue over him already, greedy as always. “Because I won’t feel bad for you after the stunt you pulled today.”

Then he pushes in as far as you can take him without mercy, huge hand tangling into your hair to pull him closer. You vaguely hear the door in the next room open and close. But you’re too focused on taking his huge cock as well as you can without chocking, looking up from under your lashes at the way his face contorts when you suck eagerly at the head. “That’s it, slut, let them hear you choke on daddy’s cock.” He pulls you down until it hits the back of your mouth and you gag, pulling up from him for air, drool dripping down the sides of your mouth and chin. But he pulls you back to it and your cunt clenches, already wanting to be filled.

“Thank you for using me, daddy,” you whisper, just loud enough to watch his eyes soften for just a second. You’re such a coy, little thing. It makes him chuckle in amusement, until you suckle on the head of his cock with loud moans again, reaching below to cup his balls. You really want him to ruin you, huh? Alright. He can do that too.

#honey mail #💫ch.meian #tw.choking #tw.degradation #tw.daddy #🥧choking.meian #🥧daddy.meian #meian shugo x reader #meian shugo #meian smut #meian x reader #msby smut #haikyuu smut

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kim-chann · 4 years

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Matsu’s reacting when you say you want a baby (Yes and No):

//season 3 spoilers: I’m so soft after hearing that some of the Matsu’s wants future kids in episode 5 hhhh, so sweet 💕💕✨✨

The house that they shared was too quiet, so quiet, that he could hear his own heart beat in his ears. Comparing to a quiet hike, the mountain of quietness whenever you stop walking made you feel like someone was covering your ears.

The ringing in his ears because of the sudden quietness made him anxious. It was natural sure, but here he stood, in his house, in front of this S/O where silence deafened their ears just after four words left his S/O’s mouth.

“I want a baby.”

Osomatsu:

Yes: “A baby?” Osomatsu spoke, repeating what his S/O said. His eyes were wider than usual and his face was visibly anxious. His S/O nodded, “Yes, I want a baby with you, Osomatsu...” As they stepped closer to him, he his knees felt weak; like an unknown weigh was pulling him down. As soon as his S/O cupped his hands, he collapsed into his lovers arms and let out a sob that he didn’t know that he has been holding.

“Of fucking course, babe, I thought you’d never ask.” His voice was shaky and muffled in his lover’s shoulders but he couldn’t help it. Kids are great after all, and he wanted his own-- his own offspring where he can love and raise with his lover. But never in a million years where he thought his S/O would want a child with him. It was like a dream to him.

Osomatsu feels a bit embarrassed that he got so emotional at his S/O’s proposal, he just wasn’t mentally prepared for such a scenario.

Osomatsu removed himself in his lovers arms before he smiled at his S/O. His smug grin returned to his face and he smothered his lovers face with kisses, “Want to try? Right now?” He’d ask between kisses.

“Osomatsu!” A giggle left their throat at soon as he begun to kiss at their cheek that trailed down to their neck. “Come on! Not here!”

“Aww! Fine... let’s go to the bedroom.”

No: His face was pale, his eyes were unreadable as he bit in his lower lip. “K-Kids?” He repeated. He thought of such a thing, wanting kids with his lover was a good thing, yes, but was he really prepared for this?

“Yes, Osomatsu, I want a child with you...” As his lover approached him, he felt a wave of guilt wash through him. His lover gripped his hands as his arms felt limp; like he had no control over them. His muscles felt so tense that he couldn’t move.

“I--” He tried to speak but his speech was incoherent as his emotions were all over the place. With little control over his hands, he gripped his lovers hands tightly and forced out the words: “I can’t.”

“You can’t?”

“No, babe, I can’t.”

The look of disappointment flashed on his lovers face and the weight on his chest doubled. He panicked a bit and tried to reassure his lover, “I-I mean, think about it! Kids are great and all, but are we even prepared for this? Kids are expensive and loud as hell. I...” he sucked up a breath.

“I just don’t want kids, S/O... I’m sorry.”

Karamatsu:

Yes: His eyes were sparkling bright as soon as he hears his lover say those words. “My love!” He exclaimed and brought them into a hug, planting kisses onto their face and brought them into a deep, long kiss. “I’ve always wanted to have kids with you, dove, it’s like a dream that I’ve always pictured! A family with you, and the kids that we must have.” He emphasised his point by rubbing your belly with a painful smirk. His smirk only widened when his lover giggled.

“Really!” His lover would exclaim, sharing the same excitement that Karamatsu had as his cheeks were reddening from smiling so big.

“Of course my love! I was wanting to ask about kids for a while now, but I couldn’t have the confidence to ask.” He confessed, trailing his hands over his lovers waist and gave them a warm smile. He felt a bit embarrassed by the confession, and that his lover was the one that had to ask such a life changing question.

“Well, it’s better now than never.” His lover shrugged. Karamatsu smiled and brought them into a deep kiss, the kiss begun to make the lovers into a more intimate mood as Karamatsu broke the kiss with a loud smack.

His lover exclaimed when Karamatsu carried them bride-style and laid quick kisses on their cheeks as he led them towards the bedroom, making his S/O giggle at his excitement and affection.

“I can’t wait to see my little Karamatsu Jr~”

No: “You want kids?” He’d repeat, making sure that he was hearing his lover correctly. He felt his heart stop in his chest as his body straightened; nervous and frightened from the sudden confession. Karamatsu always fantasied about wanting kids, but now that he had a lover, imagining a family made him feel... anxious.

“Kara?”

His lovers voice snapped him out of his head as his eyes stared deep into his anticipating lover’s eyes. He knew that they wanted him to say yes, he wanted kids, of course he did. But... he just wasn’t ready.

“My love, please...” His spoke gently, his voice was oddly quiet which surprised both him and his lover. “I don’t think that I’m ready for kids.”

“...But I thought you said you wanted kids?”

“I know, my love, I know.” He spoke, “I want a Karamatsu Jr. but I don’t think I’m prepared to become a parent. My love... can you give me time to think about this?”

His lover’s eyes were filled with disappointment from his answer, but as soon as they smiled at him, they nodded, “Of course, Kara, take your time.”

“Thank you, my love...”

Choromatsu:

Yes: “Huh? Kids! With m-me?!” He pointed at himself, his voice loud as it echoed throughout the house. His cheeks were flaring as he felt himself die internally. This was something that he’d thought about, and the thought itself made him feel painful butterflies in his stomach.

“Yes, Choro! I want kids with you!” His lover would exclaim, matching the same energy that he resinated. “I’ve been wanting to have kids with you for a while now, but I didn’t know how to ask you. But I needed to get it out of my chest, can we have kids?”

His eyes were wide and his face was red with such embarrassment. He didn’t know what to say. He took a second to think about the scenarios of having a family with his lover. Unexpectedly, the thoughts made him extremely happy.

Choromatsu swallowed a breath and grabbed his lovers hands, “Y-Yes! I would love to have children with you!” He’d rest his forehead onto their hands, as if he was bowing in a begging way.

His venerability made his lover laugh as Choromatsu raised his head up in confinement, “W-What’s so funny?”

“You don’t have to bow, Choro! You’re so cute!”

His cheeks flushed, and gripped his lovers hands even tighter, “I’m serious! I want to have kids with you!”

His lover’s giggles subsided as they cupped his cheeks, “I got that mister, and that makes me incredibly happy to hear that...”

Tears leave his eyes in happiness as he brings his S/O into a hug, “I love you so much, S/O, I want to be married to you one day too...”

No: “Eh? K-Kids?” He would stutter as soon as he heard his lover confess such a thing. He loved his S/O, yes, of course he did, but staring a family? That was something that he never really thought about. “Are you sure? Why do you want kids?”

His lover smiled at him, “I love you so much, Choro! It would be my true happiness if I could have kids with you.” Their hands cupped his and he felt how clammy and sweaty they were. They were nervous, he could tell. Kids was such a huge thing to think about, and to even have as lovers. It took huge responsibility, and the thought made him sick to his stomach.

Imagining kids with his lover made him happy, but his heart banged with guilt, knowing that he never dreamed to have kids.

“S/O, kids with you would be wonderful...” His lover smiles, “But I don’t think that we’re ready to have them.” The smile dropped.

“What?”

“Kids are a huge responsibility, we don’t even know how to manage children, and don’t know the first thing about them. We’re not ready...” He confesses. He tried to remain confident, but his heart was betraying his demeanour.

“So... you don’t want kids?”

“...No... I don’t... I’m sorry.”

“Ah, o-okay...”

Ichimatsu:

Yes: He’d choke on his tea as his lover confessed those words. “Kids? W-With me?” His half-lidded eyes would be wide as shock wrote his every movement. “This is just a joke, right...? You’re pranking me, aren’t you? Hahahah, very funny, kitten...” He laughed dryly, taking another sip of his green tea.

“No, Ichi! I’m serious! I really want kids with you!”

He spat out his tea once again as he faced them, “N-No, you’re not serious, c’mon, stop messing with me...”

His lover approached him and gripped his hands and squeezed, “Matsuno Ichimatsu, I want to have your kids and want to raise a family with you, It would be my dream to start a family with someone like you.”

Ichimatsu froze where he sat and stared at his lover, his throat making incoherent noises that tried to imitate words. “W-Why? I’ll be a horrible dad, I’ll be such a bad influence, our kids would hate me, and--”

A quick kiss silenced his anxiety as his words no longer came out of his mouth. “I know this is a big decision, Ichi, I’m serious that I want to have kids with you. I love you so much, I would love to take a big step forward with you.”

Ichimatsu hands shook in his lovers hands, “I--”

“If you don’t want kids, Ichimatsu, that’s fine! I love you, and anything that you want and don’t want is alright, it is a big decision after all, so--”

“...I do want kids.”

“What?”

“I want kids...”

Now it was his lovers turn to be shocked. His S/O was lost for words as Ichimatsu stared into his lover eyes with nervousness, but determination in his eyes, “H-having kids... would be nice...”

His lover smiled as tears formed into their eyes, “You don’t understand how happy that makes me feel, Ichi...!”

Ichimatsu’s flushed cheeks made it hard to smile with his burning cheeks, “I’m am too...!” He pulled his lover into a tight hug.

No: “K-Kids? Are you serious?” He’d ask, laughing dryly as he rolled his eyes, “Kids are nice, but having my own would be troublesome... I’d be a bad dad too.” He took a sip of his green tea.

The silence made him curious as he turned to face his lover. The unreadable expression on their face made his heart race a bit, “Wait, are... you were being serious?” HIs eyes widened. He pinched himself in his hand and winced when he felt the wave of pain.

This was fucking real.

Ichimatsu tried to calm himself down, realising that this wasn’t a prank and that his lover genuinely wanted children. He tried to speak but he didn’t know what to say. “W-Why would you want kids with me...?”

HIs lover stepped closer to him and sat down in front of him. The distance made him a bit more nervous, but felt appreciative that his lover understood that he needed his own space.

“It’s because I love you, Ichi. I love you so much that I really would love to raise a kid together.” Their smile made his heart pang with guilt.

He never dreamt of having kids, and the thought of him made him scared. He knew by heart that he doesn’t want any of his own offspring and take care of them because he knew he’d raise them in such a bad way unintentionally.

“...No.”

“Hm?”

Ichimatsu sucked up a breath, “I don’t want kids...”

He’d never forget the look of sadness in his lover eyes before they locked hands and smiled. He could see all the pain just by staring into them.

“T-That’s fine, Ichi, I love you and respect your decision.”

Jyushimatsu:

Yes: “Kids! Kids!” He’d exclaim, “Of course I would love to have kids!” If it were even possible, his smile would widen and his would pick up his lover and spin them around. The sudden act of eagerness made his lover laugh as he laughed along with them.

He wanted his own kids and even he was prepared to be a father with his lover. With his learned ability from Eitarou, he knew at least some knowledge of how to raise kids. He placed down his lover and gave them a kiss, “I’ve always wanted to have kids with you, S/O, but I thought that you’d refuse to have kids with me.” He scratched the back of his head, self-conscious of his own confession.

“None-sense, Jyushi! I love you so much, I’m so sorry that you thought I don’t want to have kids with you.”

His wide smile returned to his face as his cheeks flared up in happiness. “I love you so much, thank you so much!” He’d pull his lover into a hug that was gladly returned from his lover.

Tears and sobs escaped Jyushimatsu, surprising himself and his lover. He’d never experienced so much happiness before that he couldn’t help but cry in joy.

No: He covered his mouth with his sleeve, “Kids? Are you sure?” HIs eyes were shaped as a cats as if he were in thought. “Why?”

His lover felt a wave of anxiety from the way he was acting. “I love you, Jyushi! It would be amazing to raise a child with you!” They’d confess, their cheeks glowing red from the words that they spoke.

Jysuhimatsu removed his sleeve from his mouth and stared at his lover with a sad look in his eyes. His smile was not as big as his S/O was used to as he stepped closer to his S/O and linked hands.

“S/O, having kids with you would be amazing,” His voice wasn’t loud, as it was kept at a in-voice volume. It scared his lover a bit.

“But... I don’t want kids.” His smile dropped and he refused to look at his lovers eyes.

The house went quiet as the ticking of the clock echoed in their ears.

“I-I--”

“I’m sorry, S/O.”

He could hear his lover suck in a painful breath, “No, i-it’s alright... erm, excuse me.” His lover shuffled away from him as he sighed out and covered his face with his hands.

“Im sorry.”

Todomatsu:

Yes: “Kids!” He exclaimed, his phone dropping from his hands as his body froze where he stood. “Are you being serious? You want to start a family with me?” He asked, spitting out questions as his lover tried to answer them all.

“Yes, Totty! I want to raise a family with you!” They smiled at him, their cheeks red from the confession.

Todomatsu smiled and brought his lover into a tight hug, “You don’t understand how much that makes me feel...! I wanted to have a son or a daughter with you! Raise them to be a prince, or a princess. I-- ugh! I love you so much!” He’d kiss his lover’s cheeks as they giggled in unison.

“I honestly, thought you’d say no!” His S/O said, making Totty shake his head.

“I didn’t like the concept of kids, but as I was on Instagram, babies are so cute! It would be so cute to raise one with you and spoil them.” Tears were in his eyes that spoke true happiness.

“You changed your mind because of Instagram?” His lover asked, a chuckle left their mouth. “That’s so funny and cute at the same time!”

His S/O laughed at him, but Todomatsu shut them up with a quick kiss. “But even if it weren’t for the media, I would still love to raise children with you, S/O! I love you so much!”

“I love you too, Totty!”

No: “Huh! Kids?” He’d ask, his attention was now on you instead of his phone. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“...Why?”

“...huh?”

“I mean, kids are super cute and all, but they’re loud! All they do it scream, make a mess and cry all the time. I don’t really want a baby because I’m the one that’s your baby.” He winked.

His lover was a loss for words. That wasn’t that they expected at all.

“So... you don’t want a child?”

“Mm... no. You have me! I’m your baby, right?” He laid his head into your lap and gave you puppy eyes. Your cheeks flared from how cute he looked, as you stroked your hand through his hair.

You wanted a baby with him, yes, but he must’ve thought that this was some sort of joke because of his reaction. I think you should ask him again, without him being on his phone.

#osomatsu san #osomatsu-san #ichimatsu #choromatsu #jyushimatsu #karamatsu #osomatsu #todomatsu #mod kim speaks #osomatsu san hc #daddymatsus #daddymatsu

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twistedsin · 4 years

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Ahhhhh hi! That Idia story was GOOD STUFF. I saw requests are open! Could I get something with Floyd? Maybe he’s asleep in his room and reader walks in to sit by him, running their fingers over his face and chest and just admiring him until he suddenly wakes up? Then the fun happens 👀 I’m sorry if it’s too descriptive hhhh thank you for your time!

I’m glad you liked it and I hope you an enjoy this~ I know in my rules I say I’ll default to female when writing but I tried to keep gender neutral and I think I did a pretty good job so hope that was okay.

This was quite a rare sight. Floyd being calm and peaceful. He looked absolutely precious fast asleep on his bed. It was almost surreal yet this was just another cherished side of him~

And it was totally a moment you were going to take advantage of!

It was a lot easier to admire him when he wasn’t teasing you about it, or trying to squeeze you close. With him fast asleep you were in full control. Gently you ran your fingers down his cheek. His skin was soft and cold, almost a wet feeling. Your fingers lingered at his lips, comparing the feeling at your finger tips to the memory of when his lips met your own. You couldn’t help but push his lip up a little to admire his sharp, intimidating teeth. The memory of the how they felt against your skin made you shiver.

Your fingers left his lips and trailed to his neck, grazing underneath his chin before heading further down. It was only the beginning of his chest that was available from his open shirt, but you could fix that. Softly you scooted closer, leaning forward slightly to undo the buttons of the purple shirt he wore. He looked hot anyway, he wouldn’t mind~

Your eyes surveyed his skin before your hand began to. Your palm taking a moment to rest over his left peck, just to feel his heart beat before beginning to trace over every muscle. He really did have a chiseled body in human form. It made sense with how active he always was but it was still quite a sight. After tracing out his abs and circling his belly button your fingers came to a stop at the band of his pants. There was no way he wouldn’t stir at that, hell you were surprised he was still sleeping after all you had been doing.

Your ran your finger along his waste band, contemplating a little what to do next. Surely it would be a fun was for him to wake up, but maybe you should let his sleep. “Hm?~ Is shrimpy thinking about squeezing me?~” Floyd hummed lightly, his hand wrapped around your wrist and stopped your movement. His golden eye peaked open, his gaze piercing into your own. “Cause I was dreaming about having a bit of fun with you~”

In the next instant you were pinned to the bed, Floyd hovering mere centimetres from your face. One of his hands pushed your shirt up, trailing along your skin. You shivered, everything was happening so fast and you were struggling to keep up. Had you fallen into a dream with him? “F-floyd.” You gasp. His hand traveled up to cup your cheek. You lean into his touch, wrapping your lips around his thumb as it grazes across your lip. That simple action right there was all Floyd needed to see to set him off. A wide smile creeped onto his face, “Hee~ I’m going to fuck you into the mattress~” You let out a soft whimper as he leaned in and latched onto your neck, sucking at your skin. Your hands quickly got to work removing his pants so you could wrap them around his nearly fully erect cock as soon as it was exposed. Floyd moaned into your skin hips eagerly beginning to move at your touch. His hand left your mouth and trailed down your body, beginning to rub between your legs, fumbling with your clothes.

“Don’t tear them this time.” Your free hand regrettably leaving his shaft to remove your own clothing so he didn’t ruin yet another pair of your bottoms. Once you were fully exposed Floyd turned you onto your side, lifting one of your legs up, resting your ankle on his neck. “Floyd!” You screamed as he slammed into you without warning. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes, at the intense sensations. Your body clamped around him as he pushed deep, already panting. “I love it when you scream for me~” He chuckled, swooping down and placing a kiss on your lips. “You look so cute right now shrimpy~” He kissed the corners of your eyes, his way of showing he was sorry for hurting you. You craned your neck to kiss his lips again, biting his bottom one as he pulled away motivating him to give you a reckless thrust, “I love how eager you are to take me.” You smiled softly before your lips met again. Floyd leaned back again, his thrusts increasing in speed. Your back arched, making his thrusts graze against that special spot that had you squeezing him twice as tight. Floyd had a wild smile as he panted, practically drooling at the sight before him. You loved how Floyd fucked you, it was so passionate and animalistic. He was the predator devouring his prey.

His mouth moved to leave marks on your juicy calf. “Ah~ I feel so much deeper in you like this~” He muttered into your skin. You loved it to, well you loved just about any position he put you in. This was one of the better ones. “Nee~ I wonder who’s going to cum first this time. I already feel so close.” He grunted, desperately picking up his pace to reach his high. Your body pulsed, clenching around him relishing in every thrust. “Please Floyd, I n-need to feel you fill me.” You whimpered. Your head turned into the pillow as you let out another loud moan. Floyd’s thrust slowed a bit as they became harsher, pushing himself into you as much as he could. His teeth bit into your skin as his cock was buried deep and he came inside you. You cried out into the pillow, enjoying the hot feeling but it wasn’t quite enough.

You gave him a moment to breath before pleading, “Floyd... P-please. I.. hah... need a little more~” “Eh~, did I get to excited?” He turned you onto your back and dropped your leg. He lifted your hips a bit and began thrusting again, a bit slower than before but just as filling. “Of course I’ll take care of you.” His lips met with yours, giving you kiss after kiss to leave you breathless until you were shaking and cumming beneath him.

“I love you so much Shrimpy~” Floyd smiled as he collapsed besides you, arms holding you close. “Especially when you squeeze me~”

#twisted wonderland #twstd #floyd leech #twstd; floyd #twstd spice #spicy writting #octavinelle #nonnie

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What We Are - Holiday Truce 2020

Happy holidays @dandan-phantom-blog, I was your Truce gifter this year! I wrote this for your prompt "Danny and Vlad Role Swap", with a touch of "Danny, Tucker, and Sam are all trans and they kiss sometimes" (except I didn't find a way to organically mention that Sam and Tucker are also trans in the context of this fic so hhhh). I hope you enjoy it!

Rating: Gen Genre: Hurt/Comfort Words: 8,276

[AO3] [FFN]

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“Looks pretty clear from up here,” Vlad reported, hovering high above his friends. His cape flapped as the wind tugged at its edges, the red flashing repeatedly.

“The scanner isn’t picking up any ghosts besides you, either,” Maddie reported from below, staring at the silver invention in her hands. “But the range isn’t great.”

“We should look into that some more,” Jack agreed from next to her, frowning up at Vlad. “You can’t pick up any invisible ghosts either, Vladdie?”

He sighed gustily, peering around a little more. “No, Jack. I can only sense the cores from pretty close by, and I can only see them if I’m really trying.” Rolling his eyes, Vlad started lowering himself closer to the ground. “If I don’t know there are any ghosts present, chances are I won’t see through their invisibility either.”

“That seems like a bit of a flaw,” Jack commented cheerily. “Too bad you didn’t just get a ghost-scanning ability with the other powers.”

“For all we know it would’ve been as strong as this tracker of ours,” Maddie pointed out, turning to face them. “At least this mechanical tracker can be upgraded.”

“And my abilities aren’t exactly the most reliable, either.” Vlad cocked an eyebrow at Jack. “I got the basics down, but ghost sensing seems a little more advanced.”

Maddie hummed thoughtfully, continuing on in the direction they had been heading. “Well, who knows. A ghost tracking sense could’ve been an expansion of your innate ability to sense ghost cores. That seems pretty basic to me.”

“And,” Jack jumped in, “If you could sense ghosts yourself, we could’ve spent more time working on weapons for me and Maddie!”

“I thought your ecto-guns were fine?” Vlad frowned at the guns either of his friends held. He’d been assured that they were both well-armed, perfectly safe if they ran into a ghost, but if that wasn’t the case…

“They work just as well as your ecto-ray,” Maddie assured him, not slowing down or looking up from the scanner. “But it could be useful to have more variation in weaponry besides the ray gun and the Thermos.”

“Ah.” Well, that was fair enough, Vlad supposed. More ways for his friends to defend themselves couldn’t hurt. “Fair enough. We can always focus on more weaponry next. The scanner is fine as long as we do regular patrols.”

The device in question pinged, and three pairs of eyes zoned in on it instantly.

“Looks like there’s a ghost nearby, boys.” Maddie grinned, turning towards the right. “This way!”

“Remember to mute it,” Vlad hissed, diving lower until he was just over his friends. “Let’s try stealth for once.”

Maddie snorted as she reached down to the mute switch. “You don’t have to tell me. It’s not my stealthiness we have to worry about.”

“Sorry,” Jack whispered, making a face. “But it’s not like it’s always my fault!”

Vlad pressed a finger to his lips, and Jack snapped his mouth shut immediately. Then mimed zipping them up for good measure.

The three of them snuck closer in complete silence, gathering on the corner of a building. According to the scanner, the ghost was in the small park beyond it.

Forcing himself invisible, Vlad leaned out. And saw…

“Nothing,” he reported quietly, dropping his invisibility. Maintaining it for long was too draining. “I don’t see it anywhere.”

Below him, both Jack and Maddie peered around the corner as well.

“Just two people kissing,” Jack agreed.

“And neither of them look like ghosts.” Maddie glanced down at the scanner again. “The ghost should be here though, it’s still showing up on the scanner.”

Vlad cast out his senses. “Yes, there is definitely an increase in ectoplasm. Must be invisible.”

Which was just such a joy. He could see invisible ghosts if he really tried, sure, but it was such a strain. His eyes would inevitably start hurting later from all this peering around.

Finally, though, his eye caught on a glimmer on movement. Immediately zeroing in on it, Vlad immediately recognized it as a ghost.

There was no time for a good look, however, as it was clearly preparing to move. And based on the way it was invisibly staring at the kissing couple, there was no doubt in Vlad’s mind as to what it was about to do.

He pushed off from the building, rushing forward to intercept the ghost. The moment he got his hands wrapped around the ghost’s upper arms he turned them both intangible as well, shoving the attacking ghost through a different building and onto the ground behind it.

His target, a male humanoid ghost, seemed briefly startled, dropping his invisibility as Vlad pinned him to the floor of the alley.

It didn’t last long, however, as the ghost narrowed his bright green eyes and promptly kicked Vlad off. The ghost kept moving up, white boots leaving the ground instantly, even as he brushed dust out of his white hair.

Vlad blinked at him, feeling oddly caught off-guard by the fact that the ghost had just kicked him off, rather than flipping them around so Vlad was the one pinned to the ground.

Apparently his silence lasted too long, because green eyes zeroed in on him. The ghost’s aura flared violently, angrily.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he hissed at Vlad, green ectoplasm sparking around his hands. “We could’ve been spotted, you absolute moron!”

Vlad, belatedly realizing he shouldn’t be lying on the floor with a potentially dangerous ghost right there, pushed himself up into a seated position. “We were both invisible, it was fine.”

“It was not fine!” the ghost snapped back, even as footsteps echoed through the alley. “See?”

Jack and Maddie appeared in the opening of the alley, and Vlad rolled his eyes, secretly relieved for the backup. “They’re just my friends, they already knew we were there.”

“Well.” The ghost drew himself up, muscles rolling underneath the tight black jumpsuit he wore. Bright green eyes moved over Jack and Maddie, clearly evaluating them—and the ecto-guns in their hands.

Instantly, Vlad scrambled up onto his feet, ready to shield his friends with his body if he had to.

“Good for you,” the ghost concluded, bitterly, eyes moving back to Vlad. “Enjoy it while it lasts.”

And before any of them could stop him, the ghost vanished into a puff of green smoke. Literally, he dissolved into a ecto-green cloud, which faded away almost instantly.

“Huh,” Vlad said despite himself, finding himself blinking stupidly once more. “I guess he wasn’t interested in fighting after all.”

Maddie hummed an agreement, pulling out the scanner with one hand, still holding her gun in the other. “Scanner says that he’s gone, too.”

Vlad lifted up further, peeking over the edge of the building. “And the couple he was watching is gone too.”

“Guess we have no clues left to track him down, even if we wanted to.” Jack sighed, running a hand through his hair. “That sucks. Hopefully he won’t be up to anything too bad.”

“Let’s hope so,” Maddie agreed, shaking her head. She clicked the safety back on, stowing her gun into its holster. “Maybe we’ll run into him again while we finish up patrol.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Vlad floated back to his friends. “Still, something about him was weird.”

“He’s a ghost,” Jack pointed out with a shrug. “They’re always a little weird.”

And while that was true, something about it just kept niggling at Vlad.

---

They finished their patrol before long, returning to Vlad’s home once more. Somehow it had become their go-to place over the years, and after his accident… well, the little time they spent at their own houses, they were usually at Vlad’s.

He figured it was because his house was a quiet place, full of privacy, especially compared to Jack’s and Maddie’s. Between Maddie’s sister and Jack’s overbearing parents, well… Vlad’s own house, with just his own mother, was a breath of fresh air to the both of them.

Which was, he supposed, the reason why they were all so shocked to see a stranger standing in the living room, talking to Danielle.

The man, pale skinned but with mussy black hair, had his back turned to them, which certainly didn’t help with recognizing the guy. His t-shirt and jeans were rather nondescript too, not anywhere near recognizable enough to place the man.

And then he turned around and, well.

He looked exactly like Vlad’s mother, except with shorter hair.

“Um,” Vlad said, eyes darting between the two. Standing next to each other, both looking at Vlad, it was undeniable: they were almost exactly the same.

“Vlad,” his mother said, sighing exasperatedly. “I told you that my brother was coming over to visit. Did you forget?”

Well, now that was just embarrassing. Between all the ghost stuff he had, indeed, forgotten about his uncle.

Luckily the man in question did not seem offended at all, laughing brightly. “Honestly, Elle, you should’ve seen that one coming. You know what it’s like being that age, not caring a whit about family members that you don’t know.”

Still laughing, Vlad’s uncle stepped closer, eyes moving over Vlad and to Jack and Maddie. As he did so, his laughter faltered a little, but before Vlad could process that, the man offered a hand, smile once more back on his face.

“Danny Masters,” he said, as Vlad accepted his hand and shook it. “Danielle’s identical twin.”

“He picked his name to match mine because he thinks he’s hilarious,” Danielle explained, rolling her eyes.

Danny released Vlad’s hand, turning to shoot her a wicked grin. “That’s because I am hilarious.”

“Don’t lie to my face, Danny,” Danielle countered, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“Wouldn’t dare to, sister dearest.”

“How are you two identical twins, anyway?” Jack asked, loudly, breaking into their bickering.

As everyone turned to blink at Jack, Vlad could hear Danielle snort.

“Well,” Danny said, clapping his hands together to draw the attention back to him. “So sometimes when a mommy and a daddy love each other very much…”

He paused, then shrugged. “After Jazz our parents got tired of having so many girls so I decided to even it out a little.”

“Stop joking about it,” Danielle huffed, rolling her eyes again.

Danny snapped his fingers, cocking finger guns at her. “Never.”

“Wait. Did you actually name yourself after Danielle, then?” Vlad burst out, unable to hold it in anymore. Surely not? Names are a serious matter, right, especially for transgender people? He wouldn’t have—

“Oh, definitely,” Danny confirmed before Vlad could finish that thought. “I mean, we’re twins. It was perfect.”

“It was—and is—ridiculous, Danny.” Danielle shot him a withering look, but even Vlad could see the fondness badly hidden in it. “I still think you should’ve gone after Jazz instead.”

“There are no good male names that resemble Jasmine and you know it.” Danny stuck out his tongue towards Danielle, and Vlad was suddenly overcome with the realization that his uncle was basically a child.

And then Danielle blew a raspberry back and Vlad amended that thought with the realization that his uncle and his mother were both children.

Unbelievable.

It took another solid thirty minutes of chattering about everything and nothing before Vlad (and Jack and Maddie) managed to break away to Vlad’s room.

The moment he closed the door behind them, Maddie whirled around, a frown on her face. “Did anyone else notice that Vlad’s uncle kept throwing us weird looks?”

“Not really,” Jack admitted with a loose shrug. “Vladdie?”

“Yes, actually.” He thought back of the way Danny’s smile had faltered when he had first looked at Jack and Maddie. “He’d been smiling, laughing, but when he saw you two it fell. I thought that that was odd.”

Maddie hummed, thoughtfully. “How strange…”

“He could’ve just been afraid of our reactions,” Jack pointed out, quirking an eyebrow. “Since he looks so similar to Vlad’s mom, and because he’s trans.”

“Or maybe he wanted to make sure he made a good impression,” Vlad tacked on. “From what I remember of Danielle telling me about him before, Danny is a bit of a family-man.”

“Maybe it’s because Vlad could’ve been Danny’s own son.” Jack shrugged at their incredulous looks. “What, it’s true, isn’t it? If Danny and Danielle are identical twins, then Danny could’ve had a son just like Vlad, no?”

Vlad blinked at that. “I… suppose?”

“Hm. I don’t know…” Maddie sighed, then shook her head. “I just— He seems so familiar, I could swear I’ve seen him before. But I can’t for the life of me remember where or when.”

“Well, no point in fretting about it.” Vlad stretched, his spine clicking loudly. “It probably wasn’t anything important, anyway.”

“Probably,” Maddie agreed, before pausing, her eye caught on the clock. “Oh wow, is it that late already? I had better go home before my parents get worried.”

Jack turned to look as well, before making a face. “Yeah, me too. Man, they really kept us occupied for a while, huh?”

“We took our time with the patrol as well,” Vlad pointed out. “But yeah, wouldn’t want you, either of you, to miss dinner.”

They all walked back downstairs, where they paused at the door.

“And Vlad? If I remember, I’ll text you, okay?” Maddie said. “Both of you.”

“Don’t worry too much about it,” Vlad pushed, but she flapped a dismissive hand.

“It’s fine, I won’t stop thinking about it anyway. You know me, don’t you?” She laughed, stepping outside. “See you tomorrow!”

“I’ll get going too. See ya tomorrow, Vlad!” Jack shot him a brilliant grin and then, too, walked out the door.

Vlad waited for another moment, watching them leave, then quickly escaped back to his room before his mom spotted him. He had no desire to get trapped in another conversation with her and Uncle Danny. He’d had his fill of socializing for the day, thank you very much.

---

When Vlad came out of his room in the morning, it was to the sound of voices, only slightly muffled by the walls between them. It took him a moment to process, before he realized: his mother and uncle. Right, of course. They had obviously gotten up earlier than him, and were in the kitchen, talking.

Satisfied with this conclusion, Vlad made his way down the stairs to join them.

Until he heard his mother shout, “Stop being a fucking moron, Danny!”

He paused, hesitating, halfway down the stairs. Vlad didn’t think he had ever heard his mother swear before.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” he heard Danny snap back and, well. Sue him for getting curious.

Using the cover of the stairs—and the fact that the adults were clearly occupied—Vlad shifted into his ghost form, feeling his core surge up with renewed energy after a good night’s rest. Certain that he had plenty of energy for the moment, even without breakfast, Vlad turned himself invisible.

He pushed off from the stairs, floating towards the kitchen. Peeking in, he could see his mother and uncle Danny sitting at opposite sides of the kitchen table. Not their expression, however, since Danielle had her back turned to him and was, in turn, blocking most of Vlad’s view of Danny.

Silently cursing the small kitchen, Vlad shifted slightly in the doorway, but couldn’t cram himself into the kitchen and still keep an eye on both of them at the same time. Not unless he made himself intangible, but that would drain his energy too fast to risk.

Body language would have to do.

“I think I do,” Danielle bit at Danny, her shoulders visibly tight even with her clothes covering them. “Would it really kill you to talk to Sam and Tucker?”

“Clearly you don’t know, if you’re asking that!” Vlad kind of regretted not being able to see uncle Danny, now, because he sounded pissed.

Danielle huffed, shaking her head. “Just stop being an idiot and make up with them. Or, hell, just talking would be a good start. I’m serious, Danny.”

“And so am I!” Danny flung out a hand, gesturing wildly. “You know what they did! What happened to me!”

“You really think they don’t feel guilty as shit over that?” Danielle countered, also flailing her hands. “They love you, Danny. They don’t care about what happened with the accident at all!”

Well. This was becoming awkward. And it didn’t look like it would escalate into a proper fight at all, like he’d been afraid of, so… Time to make a hasty escape!

Before he could, though, Danny slammed his hands down on the table. Vlad found his eyes drawn back to his uncle instantly.

“Why wouldn’t they care?” Danny snapped at Danielle, his eyes glowing a bright vivid green. “I’m a monster!”

Vlad… froze. He could feel his mind grinding to a halt, even as the green left again from his uncle’s eyes, returning them to the cool blue they had been before.

How could that be? Was his uncle really part ghost like him?

And Danny considered himself a monster for it. What did that make Vlad, then?

He shook the thoughts off, watching as Danny slumped down on the table, his anger having apparently left him after the outburst. Danielle leaned in closer, patting his shoulder, comforting him.

Biting his lip, Vlad floated out of the kitchen again. He could ponder about this moment, about the ramifications, somewhere else. Better to give them a little privacy. He’d taken enough of it already.

---

After sneaking out of the house—an act made easy thanks to his ghost powers—Vlad texted Jack and Maddie to meet him in the park. Figuring it would take them longer than him to get there, Vlad made a stop on the way to grab himself some breakfast.

So by the time he’d made it there, both of his friends were already present, waiting impatiently.

“What happened?” Maddie asked as soon as he was within earshot. “You texted us to meet up early, so it must be important, right?”

“Definitely,” Vlad confirmed through the bite of donut in his mouth. He held up a finger for her to wait, then quickly chewed and swallowed the last bite away. “My uncle Danny has ghost powers too.”

Maddie frowned immediately. “Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent.” He glanced around to make sure no one was watching them, then shifted back into his human form, landing with a thud. “He was having a bit of a discussion with my mom this morning, and I saw his eyes glow bright green when he got angry. But it faded away pretty quickly, so it wasn’t possession or anything.”

“Well, it makes sense,” Jack said with a shrug. “You guys are pretty closely related, so you must share some kind of genetic predisposition towards becoming part ghost. And a family-bound bout of ghost interests, maybe?”

Vlad snorted. “When you put it like that… yes, I guess so.”

“Did your mom not comment on it or anything?” Maddie’s frown deepened. “Or did she not see?”

“Oh, no, she definitely saw.” Vlad ran through the conversation again in his head. “I guess she must’ve already known? They mentioned an accident a few times, and that Sam and Tucker didn’t care about that it happened, but Danny did, he considered himself a monster.”

Maddie sucked a breath through her teeth. “Yikes. That’s pretty harsh.”

“Sounds to me like they had an accident similar to ours,” Jack pointed out. “Danny turning into a half-ghost like you, Vlad, and his two friends present for it. And, hell, he might’ve been the ghost we ran into during our patrol yesterday. Maddie must’ve thought he looked familiar because we had seen him earlier.”

“That… sounds pretty reasonable, actually.” Vlad clicked his tongue. “But then what happened? Shouldn’t they have stuck together over it, rather than fall apart?”

“Anything could’ve happened,” Maddie pointed out, her frown smoothing out a little. “Who knows how long ago it happened, anyway. Maybe they just grew apart, maybe they didn’t. We have no way of knowing.”

“Besides asking?” Jack laughed at their incredulous looks. “Didn’t think so. But if Vlad’s mother and uncle were fighting over it, then clearly he must still care.”

Vlad hummed. “My mom seems pretty convinced they care for him still, even if he can’t see it. But I wonder… If he really was the ghost we saw yesterday, maybe Sam and Tucker were the couple he was spying on?”

“That sounds like a good reason to split apart, too,” Maddie agreed, brows creased. “You turning into a half-ghost, and your closest friends hooking up? I think I’d be miffed too. But to split apart entirely?”

“Well, it’s not really our business, is it?” Jack crossed his arms. “They’re all adults, they can figure it out themselves. They don’t need a bunch of teenagers to start meddling, do they?”

“No, I guess they don’t,” Maddie agreed. “But we should talk to Danny, anyway.”

“And admit that I listened in on his private conversation with my mom?” Vlad bit his lip. He felt bad enough about it already, he didn’t exactly want to get a scolding on top of it. Or see Danny’s doubtlessly stronger ghost powers from up close.

Maddie snorted, like she knew exactly what he was thinking. “He is another half-ghost, and one with probably tons more experience than you. He might have advice, or more knowledge. At the very least, he’ll be an older half-ghost to compare your stats to, no?”

“Maybe he’ll even be able to help with training!” Jack chipped in enthusiastically. “He must’ve done something to develop his own powers, right?”

“Ugh, I guess.” Vlad grimaced. “Fine, we’ll go and ask him.”

“Well,” Maddie said out as she stretched. “First we’ll have to find him.”

---

“Got a ping on the ghost scanner!” Jack reported, pointing slightly to the right. “That way!”

Finally. When they had set out to talk to Uncle Danny, Vlad hadn’t thought it would be such a chore just to find him.

“And I see him, too!” Maddie added on, her head angled back. Vlad followed her gaze and saw Danny as well. Or, well. The ghost they were fairly sure was Danny.

The white-haired specter was high in the sky, out of the eyesight of casual onlookers, and actively flying about. Vlad wondered if he was looking for Sam and Tucker, after he’d lost them yesterday.

“I’ll go bring him down.” Vlad tugged on his core, letting his transformation wash over him. Honestly, they were lucky that Danny wasn’t flying very quickly, because Vlad didn’t think he could’ve caught up otherwise. That was part of the reason why they always patrolled with him in his ghost form. Only today they had decided against it, worrying that Vlad’s presence would throw off the ghost scanner too much.

Vlad pushed himself up, feeling the wind tug at his hair, his cape. Before long he was catching up to Danny, and he cupped his hands around his mouth to shout the other ghost down. “Hey, wait up!”

And, surprisingly, he did. Danny glanced over his shoulder, then slowed to a halt in mid-air. His white eyebrows were creased as he frowned at Vlad. “You again. What now?”

“We just want to talk,” Vlad assured, holding his hands up appeasingly. “Me and my friends down below. You know who they are, don’t you?”

Danny’s bright green eyes narrowed. “Well, it’s not like they’ve offered their names. At all.”

They hadn’t? Vlad thought back furiously to the night before, and…

Yeah, no. Danny had introduced himself, but none of them had offered theirs in return. And Vlad couldn’t remember if they had referred to Jack and Maddie by name at all.

“Uh, oops?” he offered Danny, expression sheepish. “In our defense, we live in such a small town that we don’t meet a whole lot of strangers that we actually need to introduce ourselves to.”

Danny snorted, shaking his head a little. “And what makes you so sure that I am a stranger you need to introduce yourselves to?”

“Please, Uncle Danny?” Vlad pleaded, clasping his hands together in front of his chest. “From one half-ghost to another?”

Danny’s expression stilled, and for a moment, Vlad worried that the other might just go and beat him up for spoiling his secret. But then it softened again, and he sighed.

“You shouldn’t listen in on private conversations, Vlad. That’s not only rude, but also a terrible way to use your ghost powers.”

“I know, I know.” Vlad started slowly lowering himself closer to the ground, and Danny obediently followed. “Normally I wouldn’t have, but… I just heard you and my mom being angry, snapping at each other, and I guess I just got worried that it would, y’know, escalate.”

Danny quirked an eyebrow at him, catching up so they flew side-by-side. “And you didn’t think that Elle could take care of herself?”

“Obviously she can.” Vlad rolled his eyes. “I didn’t really think. I just… acted. And then just when I went to leave I saw… Well, you must know.”

The other ghost hummed, then twisted around to smoothly land on the ground in front of Jack and Maddie. “Greetings, teenagers whose names I do not know.”

“Look, I’m sorry for spying on your private conversation, alright?” Vlad darted around Danny to meet his eyes, putting on his most earnest expression. “It was a really shitty thing to do.”

Danny shot him an unimpressed look, then shook his head once more. “Listen, Vlad. I’m not mad, just… Ugh, I dunno. Annoyed? Frustrated? But not mad. I knew you were there. I could feel your ghost core appearing during the conversation, so I should’ve watched my words better. If I had, I could’ve avoided this entire situation.”

“How did you know it was me, then?” Vlad pushed, also dropping his feet back onto the ground. “Or did you just guess?”

“Well, gee, how did I know?” Danny asked, dryly, letting his eyes wander from Vlad to Jack and Maddie and then back to him. “It’s not exactly rocket science, kid.”

“I told you we should’ve invested in goggles,” Jack shot at Maddie, who rolled her eyes back at him.

Vlad ignored them completely, instead turning back to Danny. “But if you knew I was there, and you could’ve prevented me figuring you out, why didn’t you?”

“I…” And something about Danny’s expression just… broke. Shattered. “I guess I got too caught up in the discussion.”

“Right…” Vlad said, catching the unspoken undertone: Danny had been too upset. “Um. So what we actually wanted to talk about… You’re also half-ghost, right? So you must have way more experience with it than me, yes?”

“Yeah,” Danny agreed, slowly, drawing the word out. “About two decades of it.”

“Great!” Maddie clapped her hands together, a grin on her face. “Can you help Vlad train, then? Or at least teach us a little more about half-ghosts? We’ve been going by trial and error and it’s been…”

“Not great,” Jack finished for her, leaning around her to offer a hand to Danny. “I’m Jack, by the way. Jack Fenton.”

“Oh, right!” Maddie also stuck out her hand. “And I’m Maddie Walker.”

Danny reached out to shake both of their hands at once, his white gloves stark even against their pale skins. His expression was rather bewildered, Vlad thought. “Well, pleasure to meet you properly, I guess.”

“So will you help?” Jack asked, when Danny let them both go again. “It would be a huge help!”

“I…” Danny’s eyes slid back to Vlad, who stood up straighter as if for inspection. “I guess,” he finally conceded. “You’re family, and I know from first-hand experience how much it sucks to figure this out without guidance.”

Before Vlad could cheer, however, Danny added on, “And your mother would be incredibly upset if you get yourself killed, so.”

“He’s not going to get himself killed,” Maddie bit at Danny. “We might be teenagers, but we’re not that stupid!”

Danny just turned a cocked eyebrow at her. “Yesterday he suddenly pinned me to the floor, for no reason except that he thought I was up to something bad. Just that would’ve been enough to get serious retaliation from most ghosts, since you attacked first. And if you’re new to having these powers? That’s usually not a fight you can win.”

“So what are we supposed to do if strong ghosts attack?” Vlad asked, puffing up his chest and trying not to feel offended. Because Danny was right, damn it, but it still felt like an attack. “Just run for cover and hope the ghost doesn’t hurt anyone else?”

“If that happens, you’re supposed to call in experienced ghost hunters to come deal with it instead.” Danny rolled his eyes, crossed his arms. “But I doubt it would be a common occurrence, since there is no permanent door into the Ghost Zone around here.”

Danny stilled, then. Turned to frown at Vlad. “Speaking of which, though… How did you become half-ghost, anyway?”

Vlad thought back to the priceless ghost artifact they stole from Danielle and never recovered.

“That’s… not important?” he tried, shooting Danny a hopeful grin.

“It was a ritual we found in a book,” Maddie elaborated as Danny’s eyes started narrowing again. “It was supposed to bring a ghost into our world so we could study it.”

“We think it opened a temporary portal into the Ghost Zone and then went awry,” Jack explained. “The book was old and kinda terrible, so they might’ve noted down the ritual wrong.”

Danny heaved a deep sigh. “You three are lucky that nothing worse happened, then. Did you even have any plans on how to deal with the ghost if it had been volatile?”

“We built some containment devices, and weapons!” Maddie crossed her arms, glaring back at Danny. “We’re not stupid.”

“Well, maybe a little,” Vlad allowed, shrugging as Maddie’s glared moved to him. “We probably should’ve known better than to try a ritual like that first, instead of first validating the book with some less dangerous stuff.”

“Good to know at least some of you have learned from the experience.” Danny shook his head, running a hand through his hair and messing the white locks up even further. “Alright, how about this. Vlad, you go and tell your mother what happened—the complete story—because for some reason you haven’t told her yet.”

Vlad grimaced but nodded. That was fair; they should’ve told her before.

“And once you’ve done that we’ll arrange some sort of training,” Danny concluded. “Does that sound good to you guys?”

“Yeah,” Vlad agreed, as Maddie and Jack gave their assent as well.

“Good, good.” Danny nodded, dropping his hand to his side once more. “I gotta get going, but I’ll be around for dinner tonight. We can talk more then.”

“Wait,” Jack blurted out, holding up his hands. “We’ll tell Mrs. Masters, but you gotta tell your own friends too, alright? I just…” He paused, uncharacteristically, as if searching for words. “I’m sure they’re worried about you.”

Danny’s bright green eyes narrowed, peering at Jack. “How would you know?” he snarled, low and vicious, and Vlad immediately felt his hackles go up. “You don’t know my friends.”

Then, before any of them could stop him, or say anything, Danny pushed off. He rocketed away into the sky, his white-and-black form blurring into nothingness.

Vlad was suddenly very sure he never would’ve caught up to Danny if the man had actually been trying to keep away.

“Well, it was a good attempt,” Maddie tried, patting Jack on his shoulder.

Jack rolled his shoulder, shaking her hand off easily. “It was,” he agreed cheerily. “I’m sure it worked.”

Which Vlad highly doubted but, hey, he wasn’t about to get Jack down for no reason at all.

---

“So, uh, yeah. That’s basically it,” Vlad finished, trying to discretely read his mom’s expression. “Um. Surprise?”

Danielle’s eyes moved to the ceiling as she quietly muttered to herself, but then she shook her head and refocused on Vlad. “You’re—all three of you—idiots. I can’t put into words how unbelievably stupid that was. Did you three even consider everything that could’ve gone wrong?”

“Well,” Jack said with a sheepish expression and a shrug of his shoulders, “We kind of thought that summoning a powerful and malevolent ghost would be the worst case, and we prepared for that. We didn’t think of…” A vague gesture. “This.”

“And that you might get hurt, or even die, didn’t cross your minds at all?” Danielle clicked her tongue. “Never mind, I can tell it didn’t. Unbelievable. Is this sort of dumbassery genetic? Are all men in the family gonna be like this?”

She sounded angry, but Vlad knew his mother well enough to tell that it hid her concern, her worry.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, ducking his head lower. “It was stupid, we know.”

“Well.” She snorted, imperiously. “As long as you know.”

Then she sighed, mellowing out further. “You three are damn lucky nothing too bad happened. This… half-ghost stuff… might be weird, but it’s manageable. You’ll be fine, Vlad. But you might not have been.”

“I know,” he assured her, glancing back briefly at Jack and Maddie. After the accident they had spent a lot of time worrying about what happened. Even now that they knew that he was half-ghost, it was hard to dismiss the thoughts of how easily he could not have been. “I promise, Mom, we know.”

She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly, before pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Good. I’m glad.”

When she let him go and stepped back, however, her brow was creased. “Although I do wonder why you three decided to tell me now, of all times. Why not tell me sooner? Or wait longer?”

“So… It is possible that I might have listened in on your conversation with uncle Danny this morning,” Vlad admitted, grinning sheepishly. “Perhaps. Maybe.”

The disappointed look she gave him was truly without peer.

“I know, I know, it was a private conversation, I really shouldn’t have. But I heard shouting, and I got worried, and I reacted without really thinking about it.” He shrugged and tried to look apologetic.

“If it helps, Danny already chewed us out too,” Jack tagged on, and Maddie next to him nodded in agreement. “We talked to him first, to ask if he could help Vlad with training and such.”

Danielle sighed, shaking her head. “Oh, you three… And what did he say, my brother dearest?”

“That we should tell you first, and we could talk more about it during dinner.” Vlad scratched his cheek, idly. “But he did promise to help, so…”

“Sorry if this isn’t our business at all, but I can’t help but wonder… What happened to Danny?” Maddie’s violet eyes moved over Vlad and Jack before settling back on Danielle. “He just seems so… so upset about it all, and he apparently detests his ghost side, but I can’t imagine how he got it in the first place without caring about ghosts.”

Danielle stared her down for a long moment before sighing deeply, her shoulders sagging. “It’s… a long story. But you should know that it is possible for someone to be interested in ghosts while still detesting them, thinking them monsters.”

“You don’t have to tell us if it’s too personal,” Jack blurted out. “But it has something to do with his friends, right? With this Sam and Tucker?”

“Yeah,” she admitted, quietly. Danielle ran a hand through her hair, mussing it up and tugging on a few strands as they got caught up in the motion. “I guess I could tell you a little. It might come up if you’re gonna be working on ghost stuff together, and I don’t want you to get blindsided, just because Danny has issues talking about stuff.”

She sat down on the nearest chair, and Vlad, Maddie, and Jack followed her example by sitting down on the couch, clustered together.

“It’s important to know, for the rest of the story to make sense, that Danny, Sam, and Tucker had been close friends throughout most of their lives. Since they were kids, really, they’ve been best friends, even though their interests varied wildly and often even conflicted. In college, they decided to work on a project that combined their various skills and interests: an artificial portal into another dimension, the so-called Ghost Zone, which had not been proven to exist at the time.” She paused, then amended it with, “Or at all. It hasn’t been officially proven to exist at all.”

Danielle cleared her throat, then continued. “Between Tucker’s interest in technology, Sam’s interest in ghosts, and Danny’s interest in exploring the unknown, as well as their skills in engineering and inventing, they built a miniature ghost portal. But when it failed to activate, a fight broke out. Tucker was sure that it had failed because ghosts weren’t real, while Sam blamed Tucker’s technology. Danny, wanting nothing more than to stop his friends from fighting, decided to try and fix the portal alone.”

“And he succeeded,” Maddie gasped. “Right?”

“He did,” Danielle confirmed, her voice low and weary. “But he’d forgotten to unplug it. The device turned on while his arms were still inside it, a ghost portal forming before he could pull away. Sam and Tucker heard the commotion and managed to get him away, and the device turned off, but it was too late. Even though Danny was declared to be fine by doctors, who hadn’t found any injuries, it didn’t take long for the effects to show. Little by little, Danny developed ghost powers, and even gained the ability to turn into a ghost entirely.”

Danielle paused, running her fingers through her ponytail. “We didn’t know, back then. Jazz and I, I mean. He didn’t tell anyone. The only ones who knew were him, Sam, and Tucker. They grew even closer, somehow, trying to figure out what had happened to Danny, even with how little they knew. But there were always concerns, they were always worrying. What if Danny was slowly dying? Gradually becoming more and more ghost until no human part remained?”

“So what happened?” Vlad asked, startling himself. “If they all got closer afterwards… And it was Sam and Tucker who were fighting, before, not Danny. How did it end up like this?”

“It… Something happened. Something I’m not gonna tell you guys about because it was personal, but anyway, Danny ended up lashing out in anger.” She dropped the hand she was tangling in her hair, her expression dropping along with it. “The anger didn’t last long. Almost immediately, he got worried about him falling into a ghostly rage, about it escalating and him hurting his friends. So he left, cut contact entirely.”

She laughed, humorlessly. “It took forever to get the story out of him, between me and Jazz, and… I guess he sees himself in you, Vlad. And Sam and Tucker in Maddie and Jack.”

“But clearly he no longer thinks he’s slowly turning into a ghost, or worries about the ghostly rages,” Vlad pointed out. “So why hasn’t he reunited with Sam and Tucker?”

“Who knows?” She clicked her tongue. “He cares about them, deeply, and I’m sure the feeling is mutual, but Danny doesn’t seem to think so. And once he has set his mind… He’s too stubborn for his own good, really.”

Jack hummed. “I think we might’ve caught him spying on his friends, a few nights ago, before we met him as Danny. During patrol we found him in his ghost form watching a couple.”

“A dark-skinned man, probably wearing a barrette, and a light-skinned woman with black hair?” Danielle asked, and at their nods, she made a face. “Yeah, that sounds like Sam and Tucker. I hoped he wouldn’t realize that they lived in Amity too, but this seems just his kind of shitty luck.”

Vlad thought back to the couple. He admittedly hadn’t paid too much attention to them, too occupied with watching the ghost, but still… If they were kissing, if they were together… was that the reason why Danny had gotten angry in the first place? He couldn’t help but think that, if Jack and Maddie got together while he was becoming half-ghost, he probably would’ve been pissed too.

“Anyway,” Danielle said, clapping her hands together. “None of this is your business, and I probably shouldn’t have told you guys in the first place. I’ll talk with Danny about ways to help, once he gets home, but I don’t want you trying to get involved, okay? Let me and Jazz handle it.”

“Okay.” Vlad pressed a kiss against his mom’s cheek, trying to hide how increasingly troubled he was feeling. “We’ll be in my room. Thanks, Mom, love you.”

“Love you too, honey.” She ruffled his hair before he got the chance to distance himself, and her laughter followed them all the way to Vlad’s room.

This time it was Jack who stepped into Vlad’s room last, closing the door behind them. “We should try to get those three together to talk,” he immediately declared.

“Why? Mom just said to stay out of it.” And clearly Sam and Tucker had decided to be happy together, rather than with Danny, Vlad thought, but did not say.

“Well, clearly nothing that they have tried is working,” Jack pointed out, with a tone of voice like he was being totally reasonable. “And it was super obvious that Danny is not the only one pining, right Maddie? You saw it too?”

Maddie stood with her arms crossed, rolling her eyes. “Yes,” she admitted, finally. “Yeah, they didn’t look very happy. But for all we know there’s something else going on with them. It’s been decades. They might have moved on.”

“But it’s worth a shot, right?” Jack dragged big hopeful eyes back to Vlad. “Can’t you imagine, Vlad, if it had been us going through that? I mean, we’re not in love like those guys, but still. Losing our friendship like they lost theirs…”

But it was not the same at all. Not really.

Would it be crueler to make Danny face what he had lost, or to let him pine from a distance forever?

Vlad swallowed past the block in his throat.

“It’s worth a shot,” he agreed, quietly.

At least Danny would be able to move on, then. Just like Sam and Tucker had.

---

In the end, Jack and Maddie decided that there would be too much risk of people backing out if they knew what the meeting was really about, and Vlad agreed. If Danny knew he certainly wouldn’t show up, and if either Sam or Tucker (or more likely, both) backed out, there wouldn’t be a point to the meeting at all. So instead they arranged it with everyone separately, somehow managing to track down Tucker and Sam when they were alone.

Danny, of course, was the easiest to meet with. As promised, he had agreed to start training Vlad, setting up a meeting for just that purpose. For Sam and Tucker, they had to get a little more creative.

Luckily Danielle had told them about their prior interests, which were gladly taken as a jumping off point. Tucker proved interested enough in the ghost hunting tech the three of them had developed, agreeing to come meet them to talk a little more about them, and to have a good look at the tech. Sam, on the other hand, was lured in with the offer to take a look at some of their rare books about ghosts.

Which brought them here. Vlad, Jack, and Maddie were there first, settling down in the grass. They had picked the meeting spot with care, a quiet corner of the park where no one ordinarily came. The large trees surrounding it should give them privacy from potential onlookers, too.

Not long after they got there, they were joined by uncle Danny. He hovered over them for a moment, then shifted back to his human form as well, his sneakers softly touching down on the grass. “Ready, Vlad?”

“Almost,” he answered, and tried not to feel too bad about what was coming. It would all be for the better. Even if things didn’t improve, likely as it seemed, then at least Danny would be able to move on.

Before he could worry too much about it, however, the bushes rustled and their last two guests appeared in the clearing as well. Sam and Tucker had apparently realized they were invited to the same place at the same time, and thus came together.

Uncle Danny stilled instantly, his eyes locked onto the forms of Sam and Tucker. They, in turn, also looked rather surprised to see him.

“Danny?” Tucker whispered, voice quiet with… shock? Surprise? Vlad didn’t know him well enough to tell.

That was enough to snap the elder half-ghost out of his frozen state. In the blink of an eye he shifted back to his ghost form, pushing off from the ground.

But he wasn’t fast enough.

In the short moment he had needed to turn ghost, Sam had crossed the distance between them. Had caught Danny’s wrist with her own hand.

And Danny… stopped. Instantly, immediately.

Tucker, not far behind Sam, caught up as well, grabbing Danny’s other wrist. And, like it was nothing, pulled him back onto the ground.

“Stay,” Sam commanded him softly, and Danny nodded meekly.

What on Earth was happening? Vlad honestly didn’t know anymore.

“We missed you,” Tucker told Danny, voice still quiet. “You won’t believe how much we’ve missed you, man.”

“But you two are—” Danny started, his vibrant green eyes wide and darting between the two people holding his wrists, like he couldn’t decide whether to pull away or to come closer.

“It’s not the same without you,” Sam interrupted, her fingers curling tighter around his wrist. “Danny, it’s not just Tucker I love. I love you too. Always have.”

“And the same goes for me,” Tucker tacked on. “It was never just the two of us, but all three. We’re not the same without you, Danny.”

Danny’s mouthed opened and shut several times, but no words came out.

Luckily, Sam took mercy on him, adding on, “We’ve been so worried about you, Danny. For two decades, we heard nothing. You never answered our messages. Avoided us completely. We only knew you were okay because Jazz and Elle would tell us if we asked.”

“Well, yeah,” Danny said, subdued, with a shrug and a meaningful look between Sam and Tucker. “I mean…”

“You thought we’d cut you out.” Tucker shook his head, his voice strained. “Danny, we tried to tell you. It’s not the same without you. But you never listened.”

“But I’m—”

“Not a monster,” Sam snapped at him. Then, suddenly, she pulled at his wrist, dragging him closer to her.

And then they were kissing.

No, really, Vlad wasn’t sure how that happened. One moment they were talking, and then suddenly they were not.

The kiss didn’t last very long, but was promptly followed up by Tucker kissing Danny, mimicking Sam’s move to drag Danny closer.

They broke away again, Danny blinking stupidly at Sam and Tucker. Then at their hands, still around his wrists.

With a short movement, he turned his arms intangible, pulling them free. Except, instead of fleeing like Vlad was half expecting, Danny grabbed onto the hands he had just freed himself from. Wriggled his fingers between those of his… his friends? His love interests? His crushes?

Either way, Danny then promptly used the hands he held to drag both Sam and Tucker closer to him, until they were all mashed together, melting away against the sides of his long-lost friends.

“I’m sorry,” Danny murmured against Sam’s shoulder, where he had tucked his head.

“So are we,” Sam answered him, equally muffled. “We should’ve talked to you first.”

Vlad watched them for a moment longer, feeling increasingly awkward about being there. Next to him, Maddie cleared her throat, apparently just as uncomfortable as him. “We, uh. We’ll get going.”

“Sorry for being present for something so… personal,” Vlad tacked on, nodding quickly. “Uh. Congrats?”

“Congratulations!” Jack shot them a bright, cheery grin. “See, I told you, Mr. Masters!”

Somewhere in the pile, Danny groaned, his glow flickering visibly. “Now I feel old.”

“Ah, cheer up, you’re no older than us,” Tucker comforted, before twisting partly out of the pile to face Vlad, Jack, and Maddie. “And hey, don’t worry about it, kids. Without you three we never would’ve managed to pin Danny down to talk.”

“Besides,” Sam added on, turning around despite Danny still leaning his entire weight on her, diminutive as it was in his ghost form. “You were looking for training, right? Tuck and I got plenty of ghost hunting tech of our own, so we can definitely help.”

“Why do you have ghost hunting tech?” Danny asked, lifting his head slightly to squint at her. “Have you two been hunting ghosts?”

She snorted. “Well, someone had to keep an eye on you. God knows you weren’t doing it yourself.”

Vlad felt a tug at his elbow, and turned out to see his friends leaving. With a nod he followed, hearing an offended squawked “Hey!” behind him.

Yeah, those three could figure the rest out on their own, he was sure.

#danny phantom #holiday truce 2020 #christmas truce 2020 #dp fanfic #Phanfic #dark writes

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babbushka · 4 years

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“Show me how you like to be touched.” with either Paterson or Paul, I can't pick which one, so whichever you prefer. I hope you're having a nice day!

(1.1k; d/s dynamics with sub!paul, semi-public, masturbation, voyeurism, huge praise kink)

He’s been there for hours past his shift was supposed to end. Trying to figure it out, trying to figure out where they’re going, what the coordinates all mean. His eyes are starting to glaze over, it’s so late, he misses you.

The immediate thought of you has him wide awake suddenly, has his heart racing. He knows you’re here still, still at work just a few rooms down the hall. It’s the only reason he hasn’t left yet, doesn’t want to leave you behind, not when he wants to be with you so badly, wants to be near you.

He licks his lips, bites at them a little bit. The thought of you has him hot in his pants, and he can’t help it, he’s so needy, he wants you so badly – he looks around and watches the door, watches to see if anyone is walking past. No one is here but the janitors this late at night, no one but the janitors and you.

He reaches into the desk drawer for the little thing of hand lotion, pumps once or twice into his palm and slicks his cock up. The slipperiness is nothing compared to the tight heat of your cunt, but he can’t have that right now, so he settles for his imagination, eyes shutting tight as he strokes himself off.

“Fuck.” He mutters under his breath, tightening his grip on his cock, “Fuck. (Y/N), oh shit, oh – ”

“Someone call my name?” Your voice appears in the doorway, and his whole body goes still as he scrambles, moaning despite himself, trying and failing to wrench his hand away from his hard cock, that’s now throbbing because you’re here, you’re here and you’re gorgeous.

“F-f-f-fuck, I’m sorry – ” He jerks himself off as his head lolls back against the little cushion of his chair, and his heart pounds in his throat as you close and lock the door behind you. Your heels click on the tile floor as you unbutton your blazer and slide it off your shoulders.

“Don’t be, baby don’t stop.” You coo, setting him aflame, especially when you come around and hop up onto his desk, when you rest your heels against his thighs, giving him a perfect view up your pencil skirt as you say, “Show me.”

“Hhhh – ” He’s too wound up to even really speak, as his hand speeds up up up, not once taking his eyes off your panties. He can see that they’re wet, can see that they’re starting to soak through. He wants to bury his face under your skirt and smell your sex, wants to suck on the wetness of your pretty cotton panties, panties he bought you.

Your hand caresses his cheek, and he turns his face into your touch and kisses the creases of your palm as he tugs on his cock harder, faster.

“Show me how you like to be touched.” You whisper for him, as he nuzzles his face into your touch further, lets your perfume curl around his nose, up into his lungs.

He shifts in his seat, the wet smack of his fist around his cock has him moaning, panting, breath coming in sharp and fast. The chair he’s on shakes back and forth, rocks as he pushes his hips up into his own fist, squeezing it tight and moaning so loud, wishing it were your pussy, wondering if you’ll give it to him if he’s good.

You pull your hand back and he frowns, whimpers and whines at the loss of your touch. His balls draw up as the stiletto of your heels dig into his thigh, you shifting around to undo the buttons of your top.

“What are you – ” He mumbles, wanting your hands back on him, wanting your touch again, so desperate for it as he fucks into his fist, as moans and gasps and sighs tumble out of his lips.

Your bra is front-clasping, and you undo the little latch of it, let your tits breathe right in front of his face. Pre-come oozes out of the slit of his cock, and he rubs his thumb through it, spreads it around and groans groans groans, tears of pleasure pricking behind his glasses.

“Don’t you like them?” You say sweetly, spreading your legs a little further. The chair creaks and groans as he tries to get closer, eyes torn between your wet cunt or your pretty tits. You gather his face in your soft hands and pull him forward so he can wedge himself into your cleavage, jerking off so fast fast fast, so close to coming. “Don’t stop. Get your fill baby, oh sweetheart you’re doing so good.”

“(Y/N)!” Paul sobs out against your tits, kissing them, sucking on your nipples, trying not to bite because he knows you’ll grab him by the hair and refuse to let him come if he bites.

“I know baby, I know.” You smile at his frustration, proud of him for having restraint even as he’s flushed red from the tip of his cock all the way up to his ears, his glasses steamed up as he sucks on your nipple and fucks his fist raw. “You’re such a good boy, look how hard you are.”

He moans out loud but it’s muffled into your cleavage as his whole body shakes. He can’t last much longer, not like this, not with you so close. His arm is starting to get sore and he wants to come so badly, so fucking badly he’s crying all over himself.

“Are you gonna come? Gonna come in my pussy?” You comb your fingers through his hair, and he chokes out at the thought.

“Y-yeah, yes please, please (Y/N).” He begs, already standing up on weak knees, pushing you back onto the desk enough that he can hook your legs around his waist, fingers tugging aside your sticky panties.

“Go ahead baby, make a mess of me.” You laugh at how eager he is, until that laugh becomes a little moan as he slides his cock into you.

He thrusts a couple times until he’s blowing his load deep in you, lips searching for yours with eyes shut tight. He comes and comes and comes, tears smudging against your cheeks as you kiss him back so sweetly, little whispers of good boy, you’re so good for me, I love you, dripping from your tongue, making him come harder into your cunt.

“Thank you.” He whimpers against your lips with a raspy voice, always so grateful, so in love, cock in you and throbbing, filling you up with his come.

“Don’t thank me honey,” You say, the picture of composure while he’s so undone, “Let’s go home, I want you to fuck me into next week.”

And he only comes a little harder at the thought.

#paul sevier x reader #paul sevier/reader #paul sevier x you #paul sevier/you #paul sevier imagine #paul sevier smut #midnight special #adam driver character #Anonymous #cowboy answers

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naughtyskz · 4 years

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I decided to post a kim hongjoong fanfic it's a smut lmao it sucks cuz i write it anyways hope u enjoy it.

⚠️disclaimer this contains 18+ content and sexual actions⚠️

Teachers pet |K.HJ. 😳💦

It was a normal morning in your boring school you were just walking through your school hallways and talking to your bestfriend Lisa yall were talking about basic thingz when Lisa asked you" y/n did you heard that there's gonna be a new teacher" she said you were confused because no one told you that "oh really and how long you knew that" you asked her she made weird face before thinking "erm I don't know probably 2 or 3 weeks why" you were shocked because nobody told you that "and why you didn't told me that 😒" you said "umm because I thought that you knew 😁😅" she said "and from who should I knew that" you said pissed off "well teachers said that on the website" she said "ugh lisa you know that I don't go on that website" you said rolling your eyes "YAH you promised me that you'll start to go on that website" she said angrily "ohh oops heh umm ye well I

kind of lied to u heh 😅" you knew it was a bad when Lisa gets mad so you started to run "ahhhhh someone help me she's gonna kill mee" you said as you

were running for your life when you bumped into something really hard, you fell on the ground on ur butt "ah! owww" you said "oh sorry" someone said, that voice was unfamiliar it was deep but at the same time it was soft but raspy, you fell in love with that voice, then you looked up and saw the most hottest man in the world, you've never seen someone THIS hot in your life "um hello are you okay? HEYYY" he was waving his hand in front of your face then you snap out of ur dIrTy thoughts "uh erm heh I'm fine 😅 what about you are u okay?" you said he looked in your eyes then smirked and said "yes I'm okay ??????" you didn't heard the last world "um okay the bye i gotta go bc my class is starting in few mins"you said "oh okay bye" he waived at me and disappeared in the school hallways.

Then someone suddenly touched your shoulder "AH" you screamed and turned around and then you saw lisa "yah! Why? Do you want me to have a heart attack" you said she giggled "ye i do 😃 anways who was that boy he's hawtttt" she said "ye i know right like bruh his so fucking hot" you replied then checked the time "oh fuck it's already 3:57PM *your class starts at 4PM*WE WILL BE

LATEEEEE" you said running to the

class, Lisa is really fast she was already at the door and went it, the bell rang and you were still running thru the one stoopid hallway you were mad and sad cuz you hate literally HATE the math teacher, you've finally reached the door and went in the class when you opened the door your eyes widen you saw the hot boy from earlier teaching the class you were shooketh you stood there in the doors when you heard a voice calling u "miss you're late" he said in firm tone which was really sexy and it kind of turned you on, you tried to act cool cuz you could feel The sweat on your face "yes and it was just a few mins" you looked at his tag "Mr.Kim?"said while looking at him right in the eyes making interesting eye contact then he smirked and said "de te nti on" *ᵈᵉᵗᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿ* in really rude and sexy tone "WHAT WHY 😒" u replied "why u talked back so u deserve it" again the same toneeee you were already dripping you couldn't take the sexiness this man had "go and sit on your place miss" you heard him saying, you went and sit on your chair the class continued normally *time skip *it's the end of the

class everyone has already left, the only

one who was in the class was u and the Mr.Kim you were in ur place looking everywhere just to avoid the eye contact with Mr.Kim suddenly you heard a voice "sooooo why you were so rude to my in front of the class" Mr.Kim said firmly but teasingly, again it turned you on..... "I-I don't know..." you replied instantly he smirked and said "you know that bad girl deserves to be punished" you looked at him shooketh and made eye contact that made the atmosphere even more sexual than it was before"what do you mean by punished??" you said raising your eyebrow "oh kitten you know what I mean" he said while coming to your desk, you could clearly see the lust in his eyes they were so dark but so beautiful at the same time, he stopped walking when he reached your desk and he came closer with his face then whispered in your ear "kitten tell daddy what you want" he whispered in your face in extremely sexy and raspy voice, your face turned red as tomato but you pushed your shyness to the side and whispered back in his ear "ahhh~ daddy i want you inside of me" you said that in the most seductive tone as you could, he raised his eyebrow and whispered back

"awh is my kitty needy for her daddy"

again the sexy tone you were already dying coz of how horny you were the only thing you were carving was his touch "ah daddy pleaseeee i need you" you said getting up from your chair and coming even closer to him, when you were so close to each other that you could feel each others hot breath, he picked you up and made you sit on your desk and started to kiss your neck

You left out soft moans that turned him even more, your hands were in his hair and his hands were taking off your clothes while kissing your neck, after you were completely naked the only think that was left on you was your underwear, he looked at you up and down and bite his lip "damn kitten never thought you would wear this kind of sexy underwear" he said in your ear then bite your earlobe "a-ahh~ w-well i like this kind of type of underwear" you said while looking at this lips he saw that you were looking at his lips, he came really like REALLY close to your face and before he kissed you he took off his tie and wrap it around your eyes so that you wouldn't be able to see what his doing, he kissed you, that kiss was so lustful and rough you obviously kissed

him back and wrapped your arms

around his neck then you heard "ahh my kitten is so needy, what do you want your daddy to do" he said in raspy voice and sexy voice "ahh daddy please I want you to be inside of me" you said in whiny tone "hmmmm okay" he said in teasing tone, then he started to kiss your neck again and his kisses then traveled to your chest, he took off your bra and started to suck on your right boob while playing with the left boob, your mouth left out a soft whiny moan "a-ahhh~" you could feel on your skin that he smirked, then you felt him taking off your panties, the feeling of the cold air hitting your wet core....could feel he was starting at your wet pussy so you said "daddyyyyyy don't stare" he looked at you even tho u can't see "hmm I'm not staring I'm enjoying kitten" he siad after that you could feel a hot breath on your core "a-ahh daddy please don't tease me anymore" you said that in whiny tone, after that you felt him leaving soft kisses on your core and kitty licking, suddenly you felt him slide in his tongue you moaned out louder "A-ahhh dadddy" he started to suck and pumping his tongue inside of you like a crazy, and that drived u crazy, he eated you out like he

have never eaten before, you were close

"O-ohHh d-daddy im close" and he suddenly stopped and you gave him "😒" look "oh no kitten not yet" he said, then you heard that he was un buckling his belt and slide off his pants with his boxers then he came closer and started to rub your clit with his cock "ahhhh mr. Kim pleaseee" you moaned out "no it's daddy kitten " he said in firm voice and slammed into you really hard without even looking at the fact that your virgin, you screamed out because of the thickness and length he smirked and started trust slowly you were already moaning mess "ah a-ahhh d-daddy p-please f-fasterrr" you tried to say he smirked "as you whish kitten" and started started to trust into you like a crazy, he fucked you so fast and good "do you like that hmm you little slut" he said, you look at him and said "u-ugh ah hhh y-yes d-daddy your cock feels soo good around my thigh pussy hmm" you moaned out, he loved the way you were moaning his name and the expressions you were making, suddenly he wanted to switch positions so he untied the tie around your eyes and you've finally seen him and his dick..... It was HUGE amd he looked extremely hot with that messy hair tho the he ordered "get on ur

fours now!" shit u were even wetter, but u did as he ordered and got on your fours, then he slammed into you again and again u screamed but this time he started to trust into you really hard, when he was normally trusting into u it was already hitting ur g spot and that shit drived u crazy, now it was driving you super crazy you were letting out little screams cuz of the pleasure he was giving u but once again he he changed his pace and started to trust FAST and HARD.... At this point you were literally screaming and crying while he was enjoying the view, he pulled ur hair and started to kiss ur neck while pounding into u, he was fucking u so hard and fast that your desk was creaking, but soon or later his trusts got sloppy and you were really closer to ur orgasm "i-I'm c--Close d-D-daddyy" you couldn't even speak u barely said those three words u started to clenche around him "a-ahh kitten if u continue to clenching like that then I'll come in few seconds" he said in raspy voice and that pushed u over the edge "A-A-HHHHHHH DADDDYYYY I'M CUMMIG!!" you said screaming ur lungs out "a-ahHhh I'm cumMing hhhh" he said growling out, then he pulled out and said "kitten want this to happen

more often?" u were still catching ur breath "yes daddy" you said. THE END CUZ AIN'T TRYING TO MAKE THIS SERIES. ANWAYS HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT BYE.

#ateez #ateez smut #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #ateez hongjoong #kim hongjoong #hongjoong #ateez yunho #yunho x reader #jongho #seonghwa #park seonghwa #yeosang #choi san #ateez san #mingi smut #mingi #song mingi #wooyoung

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dangan-happy · 3 years

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pw: Don't hurt Gonta's bug friends, you fiend!

to anyone

ok.....so there's this girl. she's my best friend, and i....might wanna kiss her? honestly not sure, but im still really really worried that im not her type at all, not that i plan on telling her i might like her... but ive been so self loathing lately on everything that i *think* she wouldn't like.

we've been sending letters, texting, and she's still as sweet as ever, so im not as worried about her changing anymore.. more worried about her not liking me at all once she gets to know me, or worse, just pretending to....

plus, im so worried that i don't even love her, or if this is just a really great friendship. ive never really had a better friendship, and she's just so wonderful and i feel so wonderful around her and i don't wanna ruin a friendship this great but if i do love her, then...??? i cant tell if i love her or not, and it sucks, but i know she's really really special to me

agh. i wish i could just hug her and tell her all of this but. hhhh she's so special to me and i don't wanna ruin anything at all.... that's why I almost don't want to see her again, because what if in just so horrible and she hates me? i know im unlikable,,,, hhhh this is difficult.

sorry for making this so long... it must've been very annoying to read. sorry, i just needed to vent a little, haven't been in the best mental state since we got back from vacation. but i won't make you listen to all of that stuff, too

Anon, venting is okay. Believing that your self-worth is low is common, and I assure you that you're okay. You're not annoying, you are perfectly fine. The girl that you seem to be in love with sounds like a nice person. I doubt that if your friendship is so good, that she'd dislike you. However, I would ask a few questions before you act on this.

Before you attempt to make a move, make sure her sexuality aligns with your gender. Your possible heartbreak might be from as something simple as that. Your heartbreak is still valid, if that happens to be the case. Now, if she does like you, make very slow attempts. Make sure she's single, maybe throw in some playful flirting. If she seems to be liking it, maybe ask her if it would be something she'd like to pursue.

I know that you're unsure of your feelings, especially of your feelings or romance, but I'm sure that you're actually feeling romantic intentions. If you opened this ask with "I might want to kiss her," that's a very good sign. If you feel like you two might be good for each other, you probably are.

Take things slow and make sure she's a possible fit, take in all factors. Even though things might hurt, you are still a good person. You are not annoying, feeling are the annoying thing. But they're completely valid. Don't hold back, you deserve to feel good. Please, update me if something happens, I can only hope for the best. Please, stay safe and drink some water.

#danganronpa #danganronpa roleplay blog #ask #peko pekoyama #mod anna

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mochuelovelli · 3 years

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Lilith for the character ask?

Oh boy, a controversial character! Gotta say, I stan James Charles /J

How do I feel about this character?:

On a real note, I do like Lilith as a character. When we first meet her, she's pompous and proud. Oozing with entitlement, she's easy to route against and you like to see her get worked up and "brought down" to Eda's level as the wild which so eloquently put it. Later on, but not too much later that it feels disingenuous, we really get to see her show that she cares for her sister. One might believe it is *Eda* being ridiculous, as far as the audience is aware, Lilith's offer holds little downsides. Eda would be cured and be afforded the luxuries of the upper class AND keep her magic. All she had to do was be the Emperor's soldier.

As to not get off track by talking about Eda, (im sure Lilith herself would loathe that lol) Lilith's reveal to have cursed her sister over a spot in the emperor's coven was...controversial to say the least. I don't think it's unpopular to voice that, yeah. It could've been communicated better to the audience since I saw plenty of commentators and regular fans themselves either thought Lilith cursing her sister was *needlessly* petty and not at all thought out (which yeah it kinda was).

From where I stand on that issue is, yeah, Lilith's whole reason to curse her sister could've been avoided by just talking to her sister and asking her to let her have this. BUT, I think a lot of people forget that the Emperor's coven would want to limit the number of powerful witches in their coven. Sure, Belos would want to be protected by a bunch of loyal soldiers, but he wouldn't want too much of the population to ever have a much power as him. So limiting the number of members in not just his coven but possible in the other major covens, would aid in controlling that population.

This might be pure hogwash but like, there are a ton of other "lesser" covens. So in my mind, it's more likely that the general population of witches gets sorted into one of the various miscellaneous. If you think limiting yourself to only practicing Illusion magic sucks, imagine only practicing whatever the fuck the "swag coven" does.

Lol gonna add a page break this shit is getting too long

Romantic Ships for this character?:

Hm, it's only s1 and we haven't seen her interact w/ many characters outside of her fam/Belos/actual children. I kinda jokingly ship here with Steve lol. Kikimora and her also have a funny dynamic but in all actuality, I don't ship her w/ anyone rn.

Non-Romantic Ships for this character?:

Her and Hooty lol. I mean Eda is an obvious answer but like, Hooty fucking with Lilith is too funny to not want to see. Her and King would be great too, probably get some good B plots out of it. It would be a good contrast since they both can be petty but in different ways and I think that would help flesh out their characters a bit more and maybe cause some introspection (at least on Lilith’s end lol)

Unpopular opinion about this character?:

Lol. I feel like she is such a divisive character in general that most opinions about her aren’t too out of the main stream. I guess a more meta take is that when she’s portrayed in fanworks, usually fanfic but not exclusively, very...one note lol. She’s usually a pretty flat, boring character in an attempt to highlight the contrast between her and Eda. She’s the straight-laced, “responsible” sibling who has a chip on her shoulder. In fanon, that equates to her characterization to either be like, completely and utterly apologetic to the point where it becomes unbelievable for any person to do. Her apologizing or making amends is usually quickly forgiven by Luz/and or Eda. Sure, Luz is very forgiving person naturally but like?? She’s wasn’t mad in canon too much about THEIR well being (almost getting impaled), she was specifically pissed about Lilith betraying Eda.

So, if Lilith is a big part of your story (and it’s working in the realm of canon), then this should be a problem which doesn’t get resolved by just ONE big action. I also feel like her being on better terms with Eda would come BEFORE Luz since Eda’s main gripe with her would be about her being annoyed by Lilith’s controlling nature and the fact that she didn’t trust her enough to talk about her feelings back when she was first cursed (also her using Luz against her but I feel like that would probably be a hurdle that wouldn’t really be over come until Lilith in turn would be willing to sacrifice herself for Luz while also making an effort to care for Luz as a person not just see her as a “pet”). Hhhh this section is so long and its kinda bleeding over in the next question so-

Something I wish will happen or would have wanted to happen in canon?:

yall if you are still reading I am so sorry sksk

I want Lilith in general, not to be forgiven by either Luz or Eda. Eda probably early on stating about how she is unsure if she could EVER forgive her sister for what she has done. BUT, critically, Eda would see that Lilith is trying and she is willing to work with her (with a unhelpful dose of teasing) because at the end of the day she still loves her sister. For the relationship they had before everything with south, for knowing her side of the story even though she believes it doesn’t justify her actions. She understands and sympathizes, she’s grown a bit softer thanks to Luz, which is very funny since I want Luz to be the one who is the hardest to convince Lilith actually had a change of heart but more on that later.

Before I move on to what I want her path towards forgiveness with Luz looks like, I want to bring up a parallel that I haven’t seen many people make. Fans always talk about the parallel between the Clawthornes and Luz/Amity, and rightly so because there is a lot to extrapolate there, but I think another interesting dynamic that might be interesting to see in s2 would be an episode that focuses on lost friendship/sisterhood with the Clawthornes and Amity and Willow. It’s kinda funny that Amity and Willow’s friendship was ruined because Willow was too “weak” while Eda was too “powerful”. In a potential episode, it can show the progression both Eda/Lilith and Willow/Amity are making in rekindling their relationship with each other. For Eda and Lilith this would be a lot more rough around the edges since it both be either the first or one of the first attempts at doing so while Willow/Amity would maybe be further along yet still have some major/minor hang ups with one another. With Willow/Amity, their relationship would either be rounding the bend of fully moving past the “idk how to feel about you stage” or it is stated outright that Willow forgives Amity, (and by forgive, I mean in the “we both know what you did, you’ve actually changed. we won’t have the same relationship that we once had but I’m okay with trying again”). In contrast, Lilith and Eda would reach a understanding and come up with some ground rules on how to handle each other (Eda’s main take away from this “episode” would be what I previously stated in the last question), ones that will be more like guidelines cuz its Eda lol. Also what separates the Clawthornes conflict from the Willow/Amity one (besides the obvious) is that the Clawthornes both know how the other works. Which buttons to push and all that so both of them are going to have to learn to resist doing that, at least a bit, in order to actually progress.

ANYWAYS, I also want Luz to be the one to regard Lilith the coldest. Luz refusing to let Lilith teach her anything despite probably having more practical/book smarts knowledge on magic theory than Eda because she doesn’t trust her. If they are gonna use that masked dude as a spy, I want Luz to assume Lilith is somehow a coconspirator. This plot thread doesn’t have to be going at 100% the whole time, (in fact I would want it to be a temp thing maybe lasting a couple eps at most or like, just something that is hinted at but not dived deeply until the second half of the season). Really, Lilith has a hard time because Luz straight up doesn’t give her the opportunity to really express her regret/remorse. Lilith probably won’t at first give her a ton of reasons to forgive her as she usually attempts at coming back at Luz’s snide remarks with her own quippy comebacks. Sksk a really angsty end to an attempt could include Lilith saying something to Luz after going on a small talk with her (where yeah Lilith has improved but still needs noticeable work) that she “reminds her a lot of Eda” and Luz bites back with something like “Oh yeah? You going to curse me too? You want another person you can force to do what YOU want?”.

Hell maybe “parental problems” could have Lilith poke at, either on purpose or accidentally, Luz’s feelings about going back to the human world and Camila. Lilith reminding her, maybe unknowingly, reminds her a lot of her mom and that causes her to blow up on her. Luz would hate that comparison, thinking about how similar her mom and Lilith are to one another. That because she still has such a strong dislike of Lilith, it bleeds over into how Luz views Camila and vice versa. In that, both Camila and Lilith value respect, an adherence to the rules, have a great sense of wisdom (arguably for Lilith lol /hj), and (eventually for Lilith once she gets to know Luz better) a genuine want for Luz to succeed and belief in her even though they are critical of her actions at times. Sure Eda reminds her of that more, motherly protective kind of love, in which she would do anything for her to be happy and healthy. Lilith can be the other side of that, the worry and slight doubt. That familiar way they each go about trying to understand and get close to Luz yet not quite getting it yet would still do whatever she’d ask for her sake. Luz at first would take Lilith being disappointed in her actions as an accomplishment. As they grow closer and the more Lilith reminds her of her mom, it becomes scary. The disappointment hurts and in an effort not to feel like that again and to not want to think about the comparison between Lilith and her mother she will snap back at her. Eventually Lilith would then have to change again and reassure her that she cares and by extent, her mother cares to. It is here Lilith is willing to let go of being so constantly controlling and learns to encourage first (or do some form of the compliment sandwich) and Luz comes to peace with her feelings about her mother and understands her position better. To be able to love herself even if she knows that she will always try to do her best.

oh my fucking god you made it im so sorry i guess i had a lot of thoughts. fffffff

#TOH #lilith clawthorne #the owl house #character ask meme #luz noceda #edalyn clawthorne #yall im so sorry #this is very fanficy an long rip #if you read all this you are a champ but also no i cant cover your insurance lol

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kitariauthor · 4 years

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It was the night following the ceremony celebrating the new school year at Night Raven College. A groaning, dripping, creaking noise caught onto the prefect’s ears. He sighed, shrugging his shirt back on, just after he was attempting to take it off. He almost didn’t want to go outside and investigate. Until...

creeeeak...thump-thump, thump, thump...thump...thump...

The sophomore wanted to curse.

“Ah, again? So soon?” he glanced behind him, where the long window peered down at the outside below, showing the thing that he didn’t expect to get out so soon. Hah, and he just put that thing away...

A glowing flicker floated near him, the ghastly figure taking form, appearing as a mythical feline monster with flaming ears, its form trailing down as a heart-hooked trident shape. The monster peeped open an eye at his host’s distracted self and sighed, as well, “Hahhh...it can’t be helped. C’mon, let’s go check it out.”

~~~~~

A first year student carefully crept out of the Heartslabyul mirror and into the Hall of Mirrors, looking anxious and wary. He left something in the library and was desperate to get it back before dawn. So desperate that he snuck out of his dorm against school rules and in the middle of the night. Quickly, he walked as softly and as fast as he could to the library, hoping that all of his books were still there and hadn’t been sorted into the shelves.

Once he got there, he suddenly felt an eerie presence inside, like something very dangerous was in here. His books. He needed to-

tHUMP-

“aaaAAAH-!!” the freshman cried, falling down to the closed library doors. He quickly grabbed the door handles, wanting to make a sprint back to the dorms...

...but the doors wouldn’t open.

Terror struck the student, fearing for punishment on the first night at the school. He should’ve tried to grab his books in the very morning while everyone was asleep or something. Now he was going to be in trouble-

“Hello?”

The younger student glanced up at the figure standing in front of him, holding a lantern. It took a couple of seconds for the freshman’s eyes to adjust before taking in the new person in front of him.

He recognized him. During the entrance ceremony, when everyone was getting filed into their dorms, this young man stood on his side of the chamber, all alone, no students around him like everyone else. It had already struck the first year that he was a prefect, but for no new students to be selected into his dorm? The freshman couldn’t help but feel sad for him. He at least looked kind of sad to get no new residents, if he had any, since his smile seemed to get more strained as more and more students didn’t get put in Ramshackle.

Oh, yes, this was the prefect of the notorious Ramshackle Dorm. The unique dorm with a population of one resident, a resident with no magic whatsoever. The new student have already heard a lot of rumors about who they all seem to just call ‘Ramshackle’. Ramshackle is the headmaster’s son, so he gets an entire dorm to himself. Ramshackle was a hero to the school and did so much without magic. Ramshackle actually has magic and is really powerful. Ramshackle is actually a demon. Ramshackle lives with ghosts and if you go to his dorm, he’ll lock you inside, because he’s so desperate for new students, and never let you out.

However, what surprised him, was that all of the other dorm prefects and some of the senpais did nothing but defend Ramshackle’s name. So it made the freshman think...there’s probably more to this prefect than what the rumors say.

“Hello...? Are you alright?” Ramshackle asked again, slowly walking forward, his worried face coming into view.

The freshman saw rubbed black spots all over the prefect, his uniform ruined a little, “I...uh, yes, I a-am...I’m...sorry...”

“Oh, no, you’re alright,” Ramshackle smiled reassuringly, kneeling down to pull the younger up, “I was just taking care of the coals and other random things that got left on the library tables. It would appear someone left a pot of ink open on a sheet of paper and, well,” he gestures down to his clothes, “Anyways, what is a...freshman, like you doing here in the middle of the night? Don’t tell me you’re breaking the rules for no good reason already.”

“What? No, nonono, I swear, I-I’m not trying to do anything bad! It’s...its just...my books, I left them in here, and I couldn’t find them in the dorm, and-”

“Oh, those were yours? Ah, here you are,” the prefect hands the Heartslabyul resident with a small stack of books, “I was wondering who was studying so early in the term. Turns out it was you?”

“O-Oh, yes, m-me...” he stammered clutching his books close to him. Even though he could see Ramshackle in his sights, he couldn’t help but feel uneasy still.

“Aw, you’re probably not used to the school just yet,” Ramshackle chuckled, placing a hand on his shoulder, “C’mon, if you come with me, Riddle won’t get mad at you,” he reassures, guiding him out of the library and back into the dorm. Riddle wasn’t awake and the freshman was able to get back to his room safely.

~~~~~

“What were you thinking, leaving me there...?!” Grim whisper-yelled as Ramshackle reentered the library, “I had to silence that stupid ink blot myself!”

“Hey, we did the majority of the damage. Surely there wasn’t much left...?” the sophomore questioned softly as he gazed down at the big puddle of ink in front of the fireplace. Man, he had to clean this up, now, “Besides, this is the main school building. You don’t have to stay near me while on grounds, thankfully.”

“Hhhh, that doesn’t mean I don’t feel unsettled without you,” Grim griped, “C’mon! That thing was scary! How did it get outta the dorm?”

“Maybe I wasn’t careful enough,” Ramshackle sighed. He’s keeping them at the dorm to investigate them more. These ink blot monsters were running wild without overblotting people. It reminded him of the first monster that he faced when he first came here...

“Well, whatever, I’m gonna go to sleep, so don’t think so hard, okay, /////////?” the ghost cat yawned, sinking back into Ramshackle’s body, resting within his host’s mind. He always felt some sort of weight whenever Grim did that, like a kitty falling asleep on its owner’s lap. It wasn’t unwelcomed, but warm and comforting.

Breathing a small sigh, Ramshackle picked up his cleaning supplies and started mopping up the now-completely normal ink. They’ve been getting a lot of freshmen this time...at least there had been enough supplies to make more magical pens this year, he supposes. But he can’t say for certain, of course.

...the others don’t need to know. When did he get so distant of them? They used to be so close...it now hurt him for the other prefects and other students from last year to look at him so sadly. Including the headmaster, who had pronounced full responsibility of him.

He finished cleaning up the last of the ink.

This is gonna be a long school year.

~~~~~

//Yo, yes, hi, I have fallen down the Twisted Wonderland hole and can’t get out. I say his name is ‘Ramshackle’ so you can insert yourself into this, but, unfortunately for most, I am going off of the implications of the game, and made the dorm leader a dude (sorry ^^;;). My MC’s name is Scriptext, but I decided not to put his name in.

//because like...Blacktext got sucked into a school of demons against her will without anyway of getting home, Scriptext got sucked into a school of villains without anyway of getting home. I wanted it to fit ^^;.

//If you wanna see more, don’t hesitate to aaaaask~

#Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland MC #Ramshackle Dorm #Twisted Wonderland Ramshackle #Twisted Wonderland Heartslabyul #Twisted Wonderland Grim #Mystery of Ramshackle AU #Tis I #Tis Y'all

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buckyssoul · 4 years

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Sweeter Than Syrup

Paring: SamBucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,425

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: polyamory, sexy times (a dumb amount of dirty talk), a little bit of a praise!kink, my general foul language, also an abundance of pet names (I have absolutely Zero self-control okay,,)

Summary: just a cozy day in with your boys,,, breakfast, cuddles, oh and a hella explicit threesome. fr it’s like 85% smut, im so sorry hhhh.

A/N: HEY!! I died for like a year. But I’m back now with renewed inspiration thanks to the sambucky show (: also huge shout out to @empyreanwritings for beta reading for me. I don’t know what i’d do w/o you, steph. ilysm <3

Bucky was pulling the last of the French toast off the skillet when he heard you and Sam walking down the hallway to the kitchen of your shared floor at the Avenger’s compound. He smiled when he heard your harmonious laughter as you came through the doorway.

“Hey, Bucky” you smiled as you walked over to him swiftly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and placing a delicate kiss on the tip of his nose. “It smells delicious in here” you sighed happily.

He smiled warmly and placed his hands on your hips, “Hi, baby” he replied softly as he leaned in to kiss your lips. He pulled back sooner than you would have liked and smiled at you with nothing but love in his eyes. “You guys are back just in time, everything’s ready.” He pecked your lips once more.

Sam came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, squishing you between your two beautiful boyfriends. He kissed your neck softly from below your ear down to your shoulder causing a tingle to go down your spine. He then leaned forward, squeezing you between them more in the process. But you didn’t care, in between Sam and Bucky’s arms was your favorite place to be. He kissed Bucky softly on the corner of his mouth, “Hey Buck, we missed you” he smiled happily at the soft puppy looking man.

“You dorks were only gone an hour” he chuckled lightly, smiling as his heart warmed being so close to the two loves of his life.

“Which is 59 minutes long enough to miss you” you replied with a genuine warm smile as you leaned in to kiss his dimpled chin.

Sam pulled away first, turning around to get the plates, cups and silverware out of the cabinets to set the table. You gave Bucky one more soft kiss on his plushy pink lips before going to get the butter and drinks from the fridge. Bucky smiled to himself, wondering how the hell he got so lucky. He grabbed the syrup from the pantry as well as the French toast from the counter and made his way to the table where you and Sam were already sitting. Sam poured himself a glass of orange juice then he handed the bottle off to Bucky knowing that’s what he would want too.

“Here, baby. You want some?” Bucky asked lifting the orange juice bottle toward you.

“You know my girl loves her chocolate milk, Buck” Sam jested and winked at you.

“You’re ridiculous,” you couldn’t help but laugh and shake your head at him, “You’re right though, I do love me some chocolate milk.” You winked back at him as you grabbed the half gallon and started filling your glass.

You filled your plate first and started to dig in before either of the boys. A deep moan erupted from your throat, “God Bucky, this is so fucking good,” you sighed as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Bucky and Sam locked eyes smirking at each other, which you missed being lost in the wonderland that was Bucky’s French toast.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, sweetheart” he gave you a cheeky smile.

“I’m glad too,” Sam smirked.

After breakfast was done you all found yourselves in the living room. Bucky was lounging on one side of the couch and Sam was on the other, they liked to have you sitting between them. You went to sit down on the middle cushion, but Bucky grabbed your arm and pulled you into his lap before you could sit all the way down. You squeaked as you fell ungracefully into his strong arms. He pulled you close to his body and began planting light kisses all over your face.

You were giggling uncontrollably, “Bucky, stop!” you laughed harder as his fingers started to tickle your sides.

“I’ll save you baby!” Sam shouted as he grabbed your legs and dragged your body to lay between them. Your head was now in Bucky’s lap as Sam crawled up to lay between your legs. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your breasts, “Ah, my favorite place to be” he sighed as you chuckled at him, chest still rising and falling heavily from trying to catch your breath.

Bucky ran his fingers through your hair, you looked up at him and smiled softly before relaxing your head back down and letting your eyes fall shut. You brought your hands up to begin rubbing Sam’s toned, muscular back. His eyes fluttered closed as he relaxed further into you, letting himself take in this moment with the two people he cared about most in the world. Bucky looked at you both, smiling to himself, he was so in love.

You released a soft moan as Bucky started massaging your scalp. Sam’s eyes shot open at the noise. He looked up and his eyes immediately locked with Bucky’s. They shared a smirk with each other again. They loved the sounds you always made for them. Sam slid his hands up your sides and slowly started massaging your breasts. You let out a higher pitched whine and heavy sigh at his ministrations.

Sam sat up so Bucky could tug your shirt over your head while he tugged off your jeans, you didn’t protest. Both of them took in your appearance, your soft skin on display for them only covered by your thin black lace bralette and matching thong. Sam, still sat up on his knees between your legs, started to massage up your thighs while Bucky reached down to toy with your pebbled nipples through the fabric of your bra.

“So soft and warm for us, angel” Bucky hummed lowly as Sam lightly rubbed his thumb over your clothed clit.

You arched your back up at their gentle touches, silently begging for more friction.

“You’re so pretty, love” Sam praised you, voice barely above a whisper, as he pulled your thong off. He leaned down to put his mouth to work on you, but you stopped him by planting your foot against his chest gently.

“You two are wearing far too many clothes” you smirked and raised an eyebrow at him daring him to test your patience. You rolled off the side of the couch to your feet and turned to face them, waiting for them to lose their clothes. They stripped faster than you’ve ever seen them do so before, both of them left in just their boxers within seconds. Without speaking you gently moved Sam by his shoulders, so he was laying on his back in the middle of the sofa. You leaned down to kiss him, moaning when he pushed his tongue into your mouth, you could still taste the syrup lingering on his tongue from breakfast.

You pulled back with a soft smile, “I can think of somewhere else I’d like that tongue to be” you chuckled as he nodded enthusiastically.

“Ain’t gotta tell me more than once, baby” he smiled as he tugged you by your hips to straddle his face. You sighed in immense pleasure when his warm lips wrapped around your clit.

You looked over to see Bucky with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, slowly stroking his shaft as he watched Sam eat you out, eyes hooded, tip of his cock red and weeping, begging to be touched. You salivated seeing him standing there, naked and needy.

“Come here, baby” you motioned for him to join you on the couch. He came and rested on his knees in front of you. You pulled your bralette off, tossing it to the other side of the room.

You grabbed Bucky, lacing your fingers through the silky hair at the base of his neck and pulled him to you connecting your lips, he brought his flesh hand up to cradle your jaw as his metal hand started lightly pinching your hard nipples. The sensation causing you to moan into his mouth and grind your hips down on Sam’s face. Both of them took advantage of your haze, Bucky sliding his tongue into mingle with yours, loving the lingering sweetness on yours from the sugary breakfast you finished not too long ago. And Sam doubled his efforts-- grabbing your ass in his palms, massaging and squeezing your cheeks. You took Bucky’s throbbing cock in your hand gently and began stroking him. He growled deep in his chest, you smiled as you pulled away from his mouth, teeth nipping at his plump bottom lip.

Bucky stared down at you through his lashes as you lowered your head to take him into your mouth. You looked back up at him as you flicked your tongue out to tease the tip of his painfully hard cock. His whole body tensed at the sensation and his flesh hand flew to your hair, lightly caressing your scalp as you took him deeper into your warm waiting mouth. His tip reached the back of your throat and you relaxed your muscles to take him in even deeper, using your tongue to caress the pulsing vein on the underside of his thick cock. You caught him off guard with the throaty moan you released due to Sam sliding two of his fingers into your soaking wet pussy, instantly finding your most sensitive spot. His lips sucked on your swollen clit, his tongue flicking over it rapidly. You tensed up and pulled Bucky from your mouth, replacing it with your hands, as you started breathing heavily, feeling your orgasm approaching quickly.

“That’s it, baby. Come all over Sam’s face, you know he loves your sweet pussy juices. Sweeter than sugary syrup. Come on, angel.” Bucky was encouraging you, stroking your jaw as you continued panting.

“Fuck!” You whined, “Feels so good Sammy, please don’t stop.” Your thighs started twitching uncontrollably..

Sam groaned as he felt your walls starting to constrict around his fingers, the vibration on your sensitive clit throttled you over the edge, hard. You came with a scream, gushing all over Sam’s mouth, he continued to lick at your overstimulated core as you came down from your high.

“So good for us, baby” Bucky cooed, pulling you up to his mouth to kiss your swollen lips.

Sam rolled out from under you and quickly scampered off to the kitchen. You melted into Bucky’s strong supportive arms, letting him cradle your weak body while you recovered from your earth-shattering orgasm. He kissed along your jaw to nibble at the spot below your ear that always made you moan and shiver.

“Oh, Bucky” you sighed into his neck. Bring both your hands up to run through his chocolate locks, you started kissing and nipping at his throat.

You felt his still hard cock pressing against your hip. You pulled away from his neck, leaned in to press a short kiss to supple lips before whispering, “I want you both to fuck me, Bucky.”

“You know we’ll give you whatever your heart desires, sugar” he smirked, “All you gotta do is ask” he finished leaning in to kiss you once more.

“Absolutely, babydoll” Sam agreed as he came back into the room with a glass of ice water. “Drink up” he said handing the glass of water to you. “We aren’t done with you yet.”

You took the glass and chugged the whole thing, thanking Sam with a kiss as you walked back to the kitchen to place the glass in the sink.

You walked back into the living room to see your boys kissing and gently stroking their still hard cocks. “I’ll be waiting in the bedroom for you when you’re ready, boys”

They slowly broke their kiss and followed you to the bedroom. When they arrived, you were sprawled out on the satin sheets of your king sized bed. They stared at you for just a moment, taking in your gorgeous form. Your eyes shut, hair laying around your head like a halo, bottom lip trapped between your teeth, whimpers escaping you as your fingers massaged your sensitive clit. Your other hand pinched and caressed your breasts, your pussy dripping already with arousal.

“You’re stunning, angel” Bucky mused, voice rough and thick with need.

“An absolute vision” Sam agreed.

Bucky approached the bed, wasting no time crawling between your legs and licking up the juices dripping from your cunt. You released a high-pitched breathy sigh at his actions. Sam crawled up next you on the bed giving your soft breasts some attention with his smooth lips and warm tongue. He swirled his tongue around one before closing his lips around it and sucking on it gently. He alternated between them, showing each nipple equal amounts of attention. Bucky was doing the same to your swollen clit, his lips wrapped around it gently sucking and massaging the sensitive nub with his velvety tongue.

“Mmmh, so good to me boys” you sighed. They both hummed, keening at your praise. “I love your mouths, so careful and tender for me” you continued. You reached down wrapping one hand around Sam’s cock, stroking him slowly. The other hand you tangled in Bucky’s hair, gently caressing his scalp. “That’s it, right there, Buck. Make me come, baby” you whimpered when he slid one cool metal finger into your warm fluttering walls.

“You’re so good for us, darlin” Sam cooed, kissing up your chest and throat until his lips sealed around yours swallowing your moans. You began to stroke Sam’s cock faster as your orgasm approached, the coil in your stomach winding tighter every second.

“You wanna come again, baby?” Sam asked, voice thick with desire “You wanna come all over Bucky’s face too? Let him taste that sweet pussy nectar?” His words were pushing you so close to the edge you could scream if your voice box knew how to function properly. “Come on, sugar. You’ve gotta get that pussy nice and wet for us if you want to take both our cocks,” he added, you whimpered at the thought. Bucky plunged his tongue deep into your pulsating pussy, bringing his finger up to flick rapidly at your clit, “Come Y/n, come on Bucky’s tongue” Sam demanded, his voice stern and gravely. And you obeyed, coming with a broken scream, hand squeezing and pumping faster on Sam’s cock, fingers gripping tightly at Bucky’s soft hair, thighs clutching around his head.

“That’s a good girl” Sam praised you, stroking your jaw as you caught your breath. “You look so pretty when you orgasm, princess” he added as he leaned down to softly kiss your cheeks nose and forehead.

“You really do taste sweeter than syrup, baby” Bucky mused, sitting up to wipe your juices from his face.

“I think I’m ready for both those gorgeous cocks now” you sighed after catching your breath for a minute.

Sam laid down on the bed and you leaned down licking at the little bit a precum already escaping his tip, his eyes rolled back in pleasure. You sucked and licked him softly a few more times before straddling his hips and rubbing him against your slick entrance.

“Oh fuck darlin, can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock” he sighed.

You sank down on his cock slowly, feeling every inch of him as he slid into your warmth. You moaned once your hips met his, feeling incredibly full. “You feel so good inside me baby” you praised him as you leaned forward to capture his lips with your own. You began rocking back and forth at a languid pace, enjoying the feel of his cock dragging along your most sensitive nerve endings.

After a minute or so you felt Bucky’s hands on your hips massaging down you where you and Sam were connected. He gently wedged two of his flesh fingers into you alongside Sam’s thick cock, doing his best to ease you open enough to take both of them at once. You whimpered and slowed your pace at the intrusion.

“It’s okay, baby” Bucky reached up with his metal hand to gently caress your beautifully round ass, “just gotta get you ready for both of us at once. You’re doing so good, sweetheart” he praised.

You disconnected yourself from Sam’s mouth, whimpering and kissing down his jaw to hide your face in his neck, kissing and nipping lightly at the flesh under his ear.

Sam reached both his hands around you to rub up and down your sides slowly, stopping at your hips and coming back up to caress the underside of your breasts with his thumbs, “You feel so good, babygirl” he cooed. “Are you ready for Bucky to join us now?” he asked softly. You couldn’t respond verbally, so you just nodded ‘yes’ into the side of his neck.

“Okay, sweetheart” Bucky started as he rubbed his tip at your entrance. “I’ll go slow, tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” you just nodded again, holding your breath as he slid into you, next to Sam. You whined into Sam’s neck and Bucky stilled, about halfway in, “you okay, doll?” He asked with worry edged into his voice.

You breathed out heavily, “Y-yeah, Buck. Keep going, baby.” You reassured him after taking a few deep breaths. He pushed in the rest of the way, settling in easily due to your wetness. You were stretched to the max though, neither of your boys were small, and you were feeling fuller than ever before. “Please move” you begged after taking a few moments to adjust to their size.

Gently, the boys began to rock in and out of you in tandem. As Bucky pulled almost all the way out, Sam would thrust back in and vice versa. You began to moan and whimper unintelligible nonsense into the side of Sam’s throat, hands clutching at his muscular shoulders.

“You’re so wet for us, princess” Sam whispered, tone flooded with pleasure, hands still caressing your sides. You sighed happily at his praise.

Bucky sucked on two of his flesh fingers before reaching around to strum at your clit. You clenched around them tightly at the initial contact, letting out a high-pitched whine into Sam’s shoulder. “Fuuuuck baby” Sam panted, “Squeezing us so tight.”

“You gonna come for us a third time, babygirl?” Bucky teased and he rubbed your clit faster.

“Oh fuck” you whimpered, “Don’t stop, I’m so close” you panted.

“Come for us, baby” Sam grunted as he thrusted harder into you, he and Bucky both increasing their paces. “Wanna come for you sweetheart, but you’ve gotta let go first” Sam panted, his release nearing as well.

“Gonna fill you up with our cum” Bucky added, “but you have to come for us first babygirl, come on” he begged.

A few more flicks of Bucky’s strong fingers against your swollen nub and their cocks pumping into you vigorously, stroking every inch of your sensitive walls, and you came with a strangled shout, gushing around them. Your warm, slick release and the clenching of your muscles around them sent both your boys over the edge. They came grunting and panting, mumbled praises of how good you are to them. You felt the warmth of them coating you and mixing with your juices. It was running down your thighs as they pulled out of you, leaving you feeling exhausted and empty. You rolled off Sam, eyes closed, breathing heavily.

Bucky came up beside you, brushing your sweat slicked hair back from your face. “Hey, honey” he whispered, “You wanna go shower off and take a much-deserved siesta?” He scooped you up in his arms when you lazily nodded ‘yes’.

You rested your head where his neck met his shoulder, pressing gentle kisses to his collarbone, “Love you, buck” you mumbled in a sleepy haze.

“I love you too, babydoll” he smiled and kissed your forehead before gently setting you on your feet in the shower between himself and Sam.

“Mmmm, I love you Sammy” you cooed leaning in to give him a soft kiss under the warm stream of the shower.

“I love you too, sweetheart” he kissed you back softly.

The boys took their time washing you and themselves before helping you out of the shower and drying off. Sam carried you back to bed, and you cuddled up with your two boys under the thin sheet of your bed, drifting off to the feel of three soft hands on your body and one smoothe cold one.

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Loiral and Marcus - Recapture - 7.iii

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Loiral whines as he feels the chains on his ankles shift, stammers another useless “no no no please-!” as his legs are lifted, then screams as his body comes off the floor, forcing the broken limbs to bear his weight. He loses all other awareness as he swings from his ankles. Each break is alight with agony, stretched to the point of rupture. The already-torn-and-swollen tissues cannot bear the strain, he is almost certain that his legs are going to come off. The agony makes him jerk and writhe helplessly, and the motion redoubles the agony in turn. His throat is already raw but he screams and screams, panicked and shameless with desperation.

Suddenly fresh pain slams into his side from hip to armpit, stinging and bruising at the same time. The force knocks him sideways, jolting the strained breaks yet further. The cuffs on his wrists jerk him back, stopping him from swinging freely, yanking hard on the breaks in his arms.

Again, and this time the swathe of pain falls across his back. Again the impact slams him sideways, pulling his body taut between his ankles and wrists. Again, across the belly. Loiral’s arms are chained to the floor with little slack and he cannot lift his arms to defend his exposed body. His hands twitch and spasm frantically, catching at the chain and tangling in the links. He’s oblivious to the force of the metal on his fragile fingers, utterly consumed by the greater agony in his limbs.

The blows keep falling. Loiral can’t even tell what kind of injury is being done to his skin. Each time it’s a broad tract of stinging heat across his body, littered with sharper stabs of pain. It pales at first beside the effects of the sheer force, each impact translated by the chains into a blindingly hard tug on each and every break. He can’t think, can’t breathe past his own screaming. In scattered, fragmented thoughts he longs to black out. But it goes on and on and on without respite.

The fire across his skin gets worse with every impact. Lacerations layer across lacerations, leaving him raw and burning. There is no warning as to where the blows will fall next. Back, chest, back again. Sides, thighs, shoulders, arms. Blood drips across his skin and forms rivulets down his arms. Sometimes the agony stabs hard into particularly sensitive points and rivals even the breaks. Occasionally his face is struck and the weapon leaves deep burning gashes across cheek, chin, scalp. He twists and struggles helplessly, driven by raw instinct.

His voice gives out long before the punishment ends. His thrashing grows weaker. He is all agony. All awful, over-extended breaks and shredded, searing skin. There’s no thought left, no hope, no reason, no understanding, no sense of self. There is only pain layered over pain, and the torment gets worse and worse and worse without end.

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Marcus loves the way his prisoner’s strength fails. He loves the helpless tremor, and the way the back-arching tension gives way into feeble limpness. He loves the wet sound of the scourge against bloodied flesh, and the near-silent straining gasps. The drow’s mouth is stretched wide, lips peeled back from the teeth as he tries to scream, but his voice has cracked and splintered and faded and now there is only the quiet whistle of air forced through his tight throat.

Marcus loves the opportunity to let loose, to abandon careful restraint and break his fragile little toy. He works the whip up and down across that narrow, frail-boned body until the skin hangs in ragged scraps and strips from the lacerated flesh and the drow is coated evenly in crimson, seeping blood from his knees down to the tips of his fingers where they just barely brush the floor. There was more than a handspan of clearance when Marcus started. The breaks in the long bones of the drow’s legs are horribly elongated, the soft tissues stretched grotesquely by his body weight and the constant jolt of the whip.

Eventually Marcus stands back to simply watch Loiral tremble. There’s no visible reaction to the respite from the whipping. Only the frantic, irregular pace of his breath gives away that he is still conscious, though Marcus knows that he will be. It is difficult to pass out while suspended head-down.

Unhurriedly he kneels down in front of his victim. He traces his fingers along the edge of the blindfold to the back of the head, and unpicks the knots with gentle, precise care. The cloth is sodden with blood as it peels away from the skin.The drow’s pupils constrict to pin-pricks at the sudden onslaught of light. But the eyes remain wide and glazed, unseeing. Loiral is lost in the agony, rendered all but insensible. Just the way Marcus wants him.

He pauses to stroke the drow’s cheek, unable to resist pressing firmly enough to pull wide the gash left there by a stray hook. Blood flows freely over and around his fingers. Loiral reacts not at all. Marcus did not mean to tear up his face, but all in all he is quite pleased with how few strikes landed off target. The new scourge is not yet familiar, and placing all nine tails precisely is not trivial.

Still smiling to himself, he stands and unlatches the chain that suspends his prisoner from the ceiling. He lowers Loiral to the floor slowly, relishing every feeble twitch and agonised gasp. The drow’s chest heaves, sucking in air. Marcus can see the broken ribs shifting beneath the patchwork of shredded skin and exposed muscle. It is beautiful. He could just watch his prisoner shudder and struggle to breathe for hours.

But he only waits until the frantic gasping slows a little. He cannot be sure how conscious Loiral is, and he doesn’t want to leave him too long to recover. “How are you feeling, drow?” he asks, smirking fractionally at his own humour. “Are you still in there, or have I driven you out of your mind altogether?” There is no answer – not unexpected – so he puts a little more edge into his tone. “Do you hear me, drow? I asked you a question, I expect an answer.” Loiral’s mouth twitches, but no sound emerges. His eyes slide sideways, searching, but fail to settle and focus. Marcus crouches beside him and gently turns his face to help him make eye contact. His gaze wavers, eyes still dull. “Do you hear me, drow?” Marcus repeats patiently. “—hhhh—” whistles Loiral’s breath as his abused voicebox fails to engage. “Words, drow. The answer you are looking for is ‘yes, master’.” “—ss—” he manages faintly “—ss — mmhh—sr—” “Good,” Marcus purrs, amused. “Have you learned your lesson yet?” Another near-silent whistle of a whimper. “—mmhh — plhhh — sss — plea—hsss—” Marcus chuckles.

But amusing as the incoherent attempts at pleading are, there is little evidence of understanding. Marcus wants to speak to his prisoner. He anticipated this. After all, he deliberately took Loiral past the point of reason, it is no surprise that he is not recovering fast. So Marcus incants a spell-prayer. Just a small thing, a little expenditure of power. He touches his fingers to Loiral’s forehead. To his irritation, the magic fizzles out against the drow’s skin. Marcus frowns. He casts again, and this time delivers the spellcharge into the exposed muscle at the base of the neck. The enchantment will find the mind regardless, it does not need to be delivered directly to the cranium. A minor nuisance.

As the magic takes effect, Loiral’s eyes clear and find focus. He does not look happy to be forced into lucidity. His mouth works uselessly. The utter terror written across his face is gratifying. He will learn from this experience. Now he just needs reminding what lesson it is that he is meant to be learning. “Are you hearing me now, drow?” “… yes, master…” Loiral whispers. A shudder ripples through his flesh and makes his eyes roll back for a moment despite the magical aid. “Good. Do you remember why you are suffering like this?” “… yes, mmh– master.” Marcus waits, wondering idly if his silence will be cue enough, or if the drow will need more explicit prompting. “… tried … to run …” comes the confession at last, “ss-- I’m-- I’m sorry, master… so sorry, please, ple-ease…” Satisfaction is warm in Marcus’ chest. He has picked his victim well, this time. Loiral breaks so beautifully into shards of panic and servility.

“I do so enjoy your submission, drow,” he tells him fondly. “Show me more of this in future and less defiance, and I will not have to keep breaking you so.” Silent sobs break Loiral’s breath up into shuddering gasps. “…please,” he mouths, “please, please…” “Make no mistake, though. Your screams bring me just as much pleasure. Do you think that you are at the limits of your endurance? You know nothing of the limits of pain, not yet.”

“Listen very closely.” Loiral’s breath is very fast again, shallow and irregular with terror. But his eyes are still focused. “If this were solely for joy,” Marcus tells him, speaking slowly, clearly and with unconcealed relish, “I would next finish breaking your limbs. Six or seven breaks for each of the long bones. Or perhaps I would take a hammer and reduce them to shards, as I did your feet. “Once shattered like that, a prisoner can be restrained by weaving the limbs through cage bars or the spokes of a wheel. Can you imagine how that would feel? I doubt your imagination captures the full intensity. “I might crack your teeth next, or finish the flaying that I have started with the whip. Or perhaps I would just leave you alone with your pain for a few hours. I wonder if you would beg for death, in the end? I would grant it to you eventually, of course. I have a busy schedule, after all, and my goddess loves sacrifice just as yours does.” It is a shame that his prisoner has no voice left. Marcus considers healing his throat so as to hear his whimpers. He is a perfect picture of terror and suffering.

Tragically, though, it is time to lift him back out of despair and offer him some mercy to cling to. Loiral is not merely a sacrifice, despite his recent transgression. “But,” and he touches the drow’s face gently again as he lets his tone warm. “This is not an exercise in self-indulgence, and I do not mean to kill you. This is a lesson for you. And if you learn it well, this will be the end of it. What do you think of that, hmm?” “—please—!” Loiral begs urgently, “please, please—!” Marcus laughs softly. “Very good. I want you to remember this, drow. I want you to remember this point that we have reached. How bad it is, and how it can still get worse. Will you remember?” “—yes,” he sobs, “yes, master, yes—!” “Good. Remember this also: if I must bring you to this point again, I will show a little less restraint. I will take you a little further down the path of agony. You will learn new depths of misery and desperation. Do you understand?” “—yes, master, yes, I— I understand—” “Very good.”

Marcus smiles as he invokes his divine patron again, channeling her healing power. He wants his prisoner witless a little longer, so he crafts a variant spell-prayer that will deliver the required energy over perhaps an hour. The pain will be less intense than a single burst, but it should be more than enough to keep the exhausted drow insensate, especially once the artificial clarity wears off. This time he remembers to deliver the magic to the exposed flesh, bypassing the properties of drow skin.

Loiral convulses as the reddish energy envelops him. His strength is already spent and he can barely lift his back from the floor, but the tortured motions still convey the depth of his agony beautifully. “—mercy—!” he gasps voicelessly, hopelessly “—please please — I’ve learned — please—!” Marcus watches impassively until the attempts at speech stop and the light vanishes from his eyes again.

Then he kneels down to set the broken bones back into place and to lay the limbs out straight. Without proper care, injuries like this are at risk of leaving debilitating scars, even with magical healing. The slow delivery will reduce the risk. Still, he’ll have one of the initiates come and tend to Loiral as he heals.

It will be interesting to see how he takes that, as he starts to return to lucidity.

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