#pardon me i'm just working through my feelings over here

[partycatty]

Do you write for other characters like bi han or tomas?

i do! i'm just mentally ill over johnny LOL

lin kuei trio > caught

the boys can't keep their eyes off of you! what're you gonna do about it?!

warnings: idk nothing much tbh, i guess a little nsfw at the end of smoke's part but nothing crazy, controversial bi-han take? kuai favoritism <3 & google translate

notes: pretend that bi-han's betrayal doesn't happen for his part. i rewrote this twice bc i kept accidentally clicking on notifs and forgetting to save. third time's the charm :3 also pls admire that i specifically made gifs of each man making eye contact w you teehee

masterlist <3

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bi-han >

•let me preface this by saying i heavily disagree with the headcanons of most of his fics. this man is ASS at verbalizing affection, and probably wants a trad wife to serve him. he won't call you "princess" or "doll," and PDA is not his strong suit. he'll love you of course, he just wouldn't show it with flowers and cuddles.

•that being said, all he could do was eye you down as you opened the front door, coming face to face with him, his brother kuai liang, and the fire god liu kang. your jaw opened and closed rapidly, trying to make sense of the two ninjas and man with glowing eyes.

•"uhh, there's no hunky ninja-themed bachelorette party here tonight," you say, raising an eyebrow. "try two houses down. lord knows they're a couple of freaks—" before you could close the door on them, bi-han reaches forward and sticks his foot in the door. liu kang, the primary voice of reason and supposed leader of the situation, asks to enter your home. you don't feel like you're in a position to decline.

•kuai liang wanders your living room, tracing his finger across your shelves and leaning in to inspect your paintings. liu kang stands in front of you, giving you the whole "earthrealm, fire god, tournament, chosen one" spiel, we all know how it goes. but you're struggling to focus, struggling pretty hard actually, because bi-han is literally standing like a statue at your kitchen island a few feet away, his icy glare seemingly stabbing through your skull. perhaps he's just intimidating you into an agreement. it works.

•you really hope that bi-han's staring ends there, but you are a damn fool.

•you train alongside the other recruited earthrealmers, taking a short break when you see a now-familiar trio stroll through the training grounds. yellow, grey... and blue. and even though their destination seems well past your location, bi-han literally could not tear his eyes away from you as you sat under the tree as you try to relieve yourself of the ruthless heat of the sun. he drinks in your damp form, and the way your hair sticks sweetly to your forehead. that is, until kuai liang gives him an obvious playful jab to his side, making bi-han snap forward and continue to lead his brothers, not before shooting him a nasty look. icy frost is noticeable on his fists as he clenches them.

•are you losing your mind? why the hell is the grandmaster of the lin kuei eating you alive with his eyes alone? you try to confide in your earthrealm partners, but raiden shrugs, kenshi's at a loss for words, and kung lao and johnny just laugh boisterously at your oblivious nature.

•finally, you're accompanying the lin kuei trio as they wait for instruction from liu kang regarding the soul stealing beacons. smoke and scorpion sit on the bench while sub-zero paces endlessly. each time he faces your way, he locks eyes with you. what is this guy's deal? it literally looks like he wants to skin you alive.

•kung lao and raiden permit them to enter liu kang's meeting room, and bi-han immediately struts off with a noticeable tinge of pink on his face. as the other two follow, you stop and grab kuai liang's shoulder gently, making him face you with surprised eyes.

•"pardon my hindrance, scorpion," you say with a quick bow. "but your grandmaster has been eyeing me down since as long as i've known him. is... is there something i did? something he is displeased with? i find it quite unnerving."

•kuai liang's face freezes, and then very clearly fights a shit-eating smirk. it's not typical for him to be as amused as he is now, but how could he resist when he could literally see what was going on? he chuckles for a moment.

•"bi-han thinks you'd make a good wife," kuai liang replies, a smile tugging at his lips. "please forgive his harsh expression. he couldn't shake it if he tried."

•with that, bi-han's younger brother turns on his heel and enters the mission debrief, leaving you beet red and suddenly completely understanding the signs after the fact.

•when the trio returns successful, you stop noticing his eye contact, because you're too embarrassed to even glance in his general direction. doesn't stop him, though.

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smoke >

•you were an initiate of the shirai ryu following its formation. disgusted by the betrayal of your former grandmaster, tomas and kuai liang beckoned you to carry on a new oath in a new chapter of the close-knit clan. you had not seen them much prior to this, but they didn't think to question your dedication.

•since reforming the clan and being given a higher position rather than a lowly grunt, your uniform changed. the once all-black, full-body uniform became something you could design. you opted for something a little more... breathable. think mk11 mileena.

•shut up i know ninja uniforms are like that for a reason just bear with me

•you decide to debut said outfit at a meeting over tea, strutting in and taking your seat with grace. tomas nearly chokes on his damn tea, a single puff of smoke shooting from his lips as he coughs. he wishes he had his mask on right about now, so he could conceal his reddening cheeks. you, his brother, and harumi look at him with partially perplexed, partially amused glances before moving on, hoping to save smoke from the embarrassment of being confronted.

•every time you leaned forward to point at the map centered on the table, tomas's eyes were glued to you. this poor man doesn't know what to do with himself when you're just so pretty! taking a gentle sip of your tea as kuai liang asks tomas about the new recruit, that hasashi boy, you glance up past the cup and realize tomas is quite literally giving you heart eyes, completely entranced. you chuckle to yourself. it is quite cute when he looks at you like that, lips parted and eyes gentle.

•"grandmaster," you say calmly, turning toward the pyromancer. "it seems your second-in-command missed your question. would you mind repeating yourself?" as you ask, tomas seemingly snaps out of it and tries to conceal his devious thoughts, putting his palm over his mouth and leaning on his elbow on the table.

•kuai liang groans to himself before repeating the question, one that tomas answers quickly and a little anxiously. he flashes you a sheepish smile. harumi giggles and look at the two of you knowingly.

•a long evening of training kicked your ass, and you decided you deserved a good rest in the nearby hot springs. fully confirming you're alone in the moonlight, you strip of your uniform and dip into the hot water. your tense muscles unravel at the warmth and you let out a pleased moan at the relief. the water reaches just above your breasts and you're about to lean your head back and close your eyes, letting the comfort of the water encapsulate you.

•that is, until you see a faint trail of smoke creep out from behind you and dip into the water around you. you smile knowingly, not even bothering to turn around.

•"tomas," you say, a hint of playful displeasure in your tone. "for a ninja, your stealth skills are starting to fall apart."

•your trained ears hear him freeze completely and let out a little gasp. tomas slips out a curse in his native language. now it's time to toy with your food.

•still in the water, you spin around and prop yourself up against the ledge of the hot springs, looking up at him seductively. tomas breaks from his deer in headlights pose and faces you, looking down and trying so incredibly hard to remain focused on your eyes, but it's just so hard when your breasts are right—

•"i've seen the way you look at me," you confess in a sultry voice. "i'm not a blind fool. it's incessant."

•"i-i didn't think you were," tomas stammers out, crouching down to be more eye level with you. "i meant no offense, you're just so... so—"

•"none taken," you chuckle, tilting your head. "were you going to be a peeping tom, or join me, then?"

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kuai liang >

•since being recruited for earthrealm's part in the tournament, kuai liang has paid more visits than probably necessary to run into you during your months of training.

•he'd be all like "omg heeeey what are youuuu doing hereeee" knowing damn well of your schedule (i'm lying i'm just in love with this yummy little s'more).

•though he would get into the habit of taking late night strolls around the wu shi academy to clear his mind. it was happenstance that you enjoyed the same habit.

•this man is huge and hunky, giving you comfort and safety as you navigate the moonlit paths of the land. he finds you to be a sweet conversation partner, carrying yourself with elegance and kindness that perfectly compliments his humble, noble spirit. you speak of a passion to fight for what is right, so focused on speaking and gesturing that you don't even realize kuai liang is staring down at you with utmost admiration. his heart warms (more than usual) at what a catch you are — for the tournament...!

•"tell me, scorpion," you speak up, looking up at him with eyes that could melt. "are you the only of your family to harness the power of fire?"

•"it is a long running ability in my family," kuai liang replies, confidently but with a gentle tone. "the methods in which we harness this power are a well-kept secret."

•"even so, scorpions don't burn," you reply quickly with an amused tone, grinning up at the man. you realize he was already looking down at you with a mirrored smile. "what makes you a scorpion?"

•"my strength and sting," he says as if he were reading a script. then again, he's probably been asked this hundreds of times. his brothers were icy sub-zero and hazy smoke, his name didn't exactly fit the narrative.

•as you part your lips to continue your conversation, a gust of wind makes you shiver and you let out a little gasp, instinctively wrapping your arms around yourself. kuai remains unfazed but takes note of your chilliness.

•"are you alright, xiǎo huǒhuā?" he asks with a hint of uncharacteristic concern. your face warms momentarily at the nickname, only to be reminded of the bitter cold with another gust of wind. it wasn't the first time he said that unfamiliar phrase, but you just never thought to ask about it. reflecting on it now, you're realizing it's a pet name. you rub your arms.

•"just... cold," you reply with a trembling lip. "times like these i wish i had your power." for the first time in a while, kuai liang breaks his gaze from you and looks down at his hands, debating whether or not to speak up. he didn't want to push any boundaries with you, as he genuinely enjoyed your presence. still, he decided he's only got one shot.

•"it's a power i'm willing to share," he replies lowly, sticking his hands out palms-up. you look up at him, hesitant about his offer. another gust of wind, harsher this time, pushes on your back and pulls you toward him. you catch yourself on his hands. they're so warm and inviting. they're not necessarily soft, but they feel comforting and... god, so warm. as you sigh with relief, you look up again and realize that, just like every time beforehand, kuai liang was looking down at you with a soft smile. he was just always warm as a pyromancer, heat creeping through his skin no matter the weather.

•you two had successfully broken the barrier of touch, and you continue to walk down the path. kuai holds both of your hands in one of his, the other wrapped around your shoulder and rubbing up and down your arm to keep you from being too chilly. it's a sweet embrace, one that neither of you want to fully unpack yet, but it's a step nonetheless.

•"why is it that every time i look at you, you're already looking at me?" you ask quietly, enamored by his embrace. kuai tenses up momentarily, feeling a little sheepish at the direct confrontation. he soon relaxes after finding the right words.

•"because you're beautiful, xiǎo huǒhuā," he replies gently, squeezing your arm and hands tenderly.

•"what does that word mean?" you ask, face flushed and entire body no longer concerned over the cold.

•"...little spark."

•and so, you two continue to walk down the path in the moonlight, now in his comforting, toasty embrace.

#mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat #mk1 #kuai liang #kuai liang x reader #smoke x reader #tomas vrbada x reader #tomas vrbada #mk smoke #sub zero x reader #sub zero #bi han x reader #bi han #mk scorpion #scorpion x reader

[kumquats-are-gay]

Johnny Cage x Reader (NSFW)

18+ (MINORS DNI)

Hey, fuckers, I finally made some of the Johnny Cage x Reader content I promised. Just spent the past five hours writing this instead of doing my homework, lol. I imagined MK1 Johnny Cage for this, so it reflects his specific personality the most, but you could probably imagine a different Johnny Cage. I plan on writing for daddy/DILF MK11 Johnny Cage at some point, too.

Anyways, if you know me irl, then dear god please do not read this, and do not mention this.

...unless like, you enjoyed it and want to talk about it in a good way, ya know? Otherwise just ignore it. You can judge me silently, just please not to my face. K, thanks. Lmao.

A/N: If people enjoy this enough, then I'll take some time to make a gn!reader version of this later! Beta read by me (extremely unreliable) and pasted directly from Google Docs, so pardon any weird formatting.

Words: 2,688

Tags: female!reader, afab anatomy, smut, kind of rough smut, safe sane and consensual, fluff, full Nelson position, creampie, implied breeding kink (it's there for 0.2 seconds), sexual photography (only at the beginning portion), light overstimulation, Johnny is absolutely smitten with you, feelings, Johnny is also a total goofball, Johnny is a horndog

Please lmk if there are any tags you think I'm missing and/or should add! <3

Edit: Here's the AO3 link!

✨You're Something Else✨

He flipped over to the inner camera and curtailed his pace as he angled his phone this way and that, getting the perfect framing. Of course, he had also taken care to angle his dick just right and surprised you with one harsh thrust against your bundle of nerves. The noise you made was borderline pornographic. And, as you’d find out, so was your expression. You heard the sound of a synthetic camera shutter, and the knowledge of what that meant sent a different shudder throughout your body. 

“Take a look, babe,” he breathed into your ear before bringing the screen close enough for you to get a good look. “God, we’re so hot.” You struggled to keep your head up so you could look; it repeatedly threatened to loll over as Johnny slowly swiveled his hips this way and that. He seemed to pick up on your troubles, but mercy wasn’t part of his arsenal today. “C’mon, focus, hon’,” he huffed, a tad petulant, and grabbed your chin with his free hand to at least keep you facing forward. His movements didn’t relent, however. Johnny’s chin was hooked over your shoulder so he could look at the picture some more, too. “Here, why don’t you hold it?”

You grabbed the phone and were able to gather a modicum of your wits and senses, just enough to cut through the blurry glaze over your eyes. There you were, held tightly within Johnny’s thick arms. One of his hands was squeezing your breast. A sliver of your skin could be seen gripped between a glimpse of his teeth. The flash caught the glistening sweat that covered your bodies. Oh, and your face bared one of the most fucked-out expressions you think you’ve ever seen on someone. All in all, it was an incredible picture. He had a knack for the camera, you’d give him that. Johnny couldn’t seem to agree more, too. You heard his appreciative groan as he studied the picture yet again, his cock twitching within you.

“Fuck, gonna get that one framed,” Johnny said through nearly-gritted teeth. You wondered in bewilderment just where he would put it.

He dropped the phone onto the mattress, ignoring it in favor of using both of his now-free hands to grab your waist and roll the both of you over. He pushed himself up and back against the headboard with your back still pressed against his firm chest and gripped the underneath of your plush thighs in the process. His sweaty palms slid up to the undersides of your knees, which were soon replaced as he hooked his elbows underneath them instead. In a display of strength, he effortlessly pulled your legs apart and backwards, keeping them held there. You hissed just a little at the pain; your hamstrings weren’t ready for a sudden stretch like that. But you bore through it, for you knew the outcome would most certainly be worth it.

He strained your legs just a bit more, pulling them further back in order to get your arms in his grasp, too. His wrists were pressed against the front of your shoulders, and he topped it off by threading his fingers together behind your head, clasping his hands against the base of your skull. You could feel his warm palms bearing down on the back of your neck. You obeyed and yielded to the applied pressure by allowing your head to be pushed and angled downward.

And, just like that, you were practically immobile. He had you in a body-lock impaled on his dick. In other words, you were utterly at his mercy. God, his cock was already pressing against places you didn’t think were possible to reach—you could only imagine what it would feel like once he got go- “AH!”

“Sorry about that,” Johnny laughed, sounding completely unapologetic about the sudden, sharp thrust, “looked like you were thinkin’ real hard about something.” If you had more control over your mental faculties at the moment, perhaps you would have rolled your eyes in something other than pleasure. “Probably thinking ‘bout my cock, huh?” he tacked on, as if he needed to elaborate upon the obvious implication of his previous statement. You felt a hot wave of embarrassment wash over you nonetheless. You tried to cover your face, but gave a plaintive cry when you remembered that your range of motion was extremely inhibited right now. Johnny chuckled behind you; your attempt at hiding yourself hadn’t gone unnoticed.

“Johnny,” you whined, knowing fully well what saying his name like that did to him. Right on cue, you felt his dick twitch violently against your walls, but the man held fast. The realization that you wouldn’t be let off the hook so easily caused a delicious little knot of anxiousness to form in your belly.

“Nice try, sweetheart, but I wanna hear you say it,” he huffed against your hair. In a retaliation that doubled as a last-ditch effort to break his resolve, you clenched around him. This prompted a soft grunt to fall from his lips, but nothing more happened. He remained almost statue-still.

Feeling resigned and a little humiliated, you managed to whimper, “I-I was… thinking about your- your… cock…”

Johnny hummed in approval and rewarded you with a few thrusts, albeit rather shallow ones. You nearly wailed when he stopped again just to whisper into your ear, “Good, that’s good, babe, but I want the specifics; give me the dirty details.” The hands laced behind your neck kept you from throwing your head back in frustration.

“Johnny!” you cried out with more intensity than the last time. Johnny shuddered lightly, then blew out a focusing breath. He unlocked his fingers so that he could soothingly stroke your hair.

“C’mon, babe, you know I’m not gonna judge you for what you say, and it’s not like you’re sharing your thoughts with me unsolicited; I’m literally asking to hear them,” he cooed as he continued to mollify your flustered, frayed person. “And let’s be honest: you could say pretty much anything and it would turn me on.” You laughed in the form of a sharp exhale while a tear threatened to spill down your cheek. You couldn’t believe this man- he could be totally serious one moment, then have the humor of a teenage boy the next. It nearly gave you whiplash. Through it all, though, you heard the pleading sincerity underneath. No matter what, he was always so earnest with you—heartfelt to a fault. You loved him for that, and for many other reasons that would take too long to list. He wanted you to trust him, and you did. Wholly.

You sighed, though not in exasperation, and relaxed in his grip; you would have fallen forward if it hadn’t been for strong arms holding you up. The only thing that fell back was your head which now rested on his shoulder. Always an opportunist, Johnny took this moment to suckle at your exposed neck as you gathered your words (though his consistent mouthing made that a bit difficult). “I was, um… thinking about your- your dick, and how it would… feel in this position, f-fucking me.”

Johnny outright groaned this time, no longer feeling the need to hold himself back as you finally began to confess. “Yeah?” he prompted.

“Y-yeah…” you swallowed the lump in your throat before continuing, “‘cause it feels deep- deeper than usual.” At long last, you felt him start to move, causing immediate relief to flood your system. But you weren’t done; he had been so sweet when asking you, after all. Plus, the noises he began to make served as fuel for that fire within you, scorching and tantalizing all at once. “A-and just- ngh- how far you… hah, could- could come inside me.”

“Holy shit, yes,” Johnny gasped with excitement. His pace grew even more rapid after hearing your admission. “Gonna fill you to the goddamn brim-” he was almost panting now, “-and fuck my come so deep inside of you that- ah, fuck- that, soon enough, everyone will know who you belong to.” Another deluge of molten lava surged through you, responding to the implication held in his filthy words. Yet, you were helpless in this position to do anything about it. All you really could do was allow yourself to be used as Johnny’s personal fleshlight, but you didn’t mind. He bullied himself into you relentlessly, sparing you not a single moment of his love and lust for you, and the squelching sounds that echoed throughout the room were downright obscene. “Goddamn, you’re so fucking wet,” Johnny breathed. Your thighs were sore and you knew your voice would be scratchy tomorrow with how he was making you scream to the high fuckin’ Heavens and back. Your muscles begin to repeatedly tense and relax, a sign alongside your high-pitched keening that you were quickly approaching your orgasm.

“Oh, fuck,” he hissed at the intense stimulation you were providing. His grip turned vice as any inhibitions of his that were left (read: very few) were thrown out the door along with the metaphorical key. “Fuck…fuck!” He kept your thighs and arms squeezed between his biceps and forearms, leaving you unable to do anything but take it. It seemed like Johnny wasn’t very far behind you, but you needed just a little bit more to reach your release. So, naturally, you began to beg.

“Plea- GUH- nn…ple- h-ease…! Touch- hah…need-!” you sputtered, barely able to form a single coherent word with just how ruthlessly he was jackhammering into you. Knowing you and your body well by now, Johnny was able to interpret your nearly incomprehensible request. 

“Be good for me, baby,” he groaned. Johnny then released one of your arms and legs as he slid the respective hand down your torso—lightly pinching your tit on its way down—and over your sex. “Be a good girl and come for me,” he demanded before he pressed his finger against your clit and began to apply pressure in movements of tight little circles. It barely took five more seconds for you to come. You practically convulsed on his lap, your body jerking this way and that as pure ecstasy overtook every fiber of your being. Being the gentleman that he is, Johnny fucked you through it all, riding the wave of your frenzy alongside you. 

Oversensitivity began to inevitably settle in, though, and Johnny was still tearing through you like a bull in a china shop. Though the mingled pain and pleasure felt amazing, you weren’t sure how much of it you could take. Just as you were about to voice this, Johnny fiercely shouted your name before you felt the unmistakable warmth of his semen saturating your insides. He held you tightly against him as he continued shooting ropes of cum into your throbbing, awaiting pussy, all of which you readily accepted as you milked his cock with unrivaled greed. The peak of his pleasure seemed to go on for a while before he eventually began to simmer down. His whole body relaxed and he repositioned his arms around your waist while he eased his grip. 

It took some time for the both of you to regain your breath. Johnny’s fanned over your neck as your own grazed his collarbone. After some time you felt both of your hearts begin to settle, beating in and out of synchronicity. Johnny pressed a kiss against your temple, eliciting a contented sigh from you.

“God, you’re so hot,” Johnny proclaimed.

“I thought we were both hot?” you asked, parroting his statement from earlier.

“Well yeah, we are; I wasn’t People’s Sexiest Man Alive last year for nothing.” You actually did roll your eyes in amusement this time—would he ever stop bringing that up? “But, you? God, you’re…” he trailed off, momentarily at a loss for words (an extraordinarily scarce occurrence). Your heart skipped a beat as he struggled for what to say. “You’re just something else, you know? I don’t know how else to describe it—you’re just…amazing. Smart, funny, supportive, sexy-” he lowered his voice as he spoke the last word and drummed his fingers against your sides. You didn’t have to turn around to know he was wiggling his eyebrows like a fool. You lightly backhanded his shoulder for his antics, but he only laughed and grabbed your hand before you could pull it back and laced his fingers with yours. “Okay, no, seriously though, you always have my back no matter what I do or say, even when you know I’m wrong, as rare as that is-” This time, you used your other hand to softly smack at his chest. He laughed again, and you couldn’t help but giggle with him, especially when he did as you had expected and grabbed your other hand and also intertwined it with his own. After your snorts and snickering died down, he decided to kiss the tip of your nose.

“‘Something else’, huh?” you mirthfully repeated with a gleam in your eye. Johnny looked at you like a lovesick fool with those big, brown puppy-dog eyes.

“Something else,” he firmly restated as he held your gaze. You couldn’t help the shy, soft smile that adorned your features.

“At the risk of overinflating your ego, I have to say that I also find you to be ‘something else’,” you expressed, and then decided to elaborate,” “underneath all of that muscle, bravado, and good looks, you’re a big softy who has a heart of gold and lots of love to give, and I wouldn’t rather spend my time with anyone else.”

Johnny’s expression had morphed into a mixture of disbelief and awe by this point. He didn’t say a word—just continued looking at you like you might have hung the moon and the stars. It was a little overwhelming, though certainly not unwelcome. And then the goofiest grin you’ve ever seen on him suddenly stretched across his face, reaching from ear to ear. The look was completed with a single quirked eyebrow.

“You think I’m good looking, huh?”

“Oh, my God,” you groaned exasperatedly, but you couldn’t help the hint of amusement that seeped into your voice. “That’s it, I’m sleeping in the other room.” Though joking, you let go of his hands and made to get up, but Johnny’s reaction was instantaneous; he pulled you back against him, and only then did you realize that his penis was still inside of you as you felt it shift during the sudden movement. 

“Nooo, stay here,” he whined petulantly. He reaffirmed his grasp around your waist and kept you in his lap, snugly wrapped around his cock. Your stomach fluttered a little bit at the feeling of still being full while his seed dripped down along your perineum. 

You made an exaggerated sound of irritation, clearly putting on an act, and dramatically exclaimed, “Ugh, fine, I guess I can stay for a bit longer.”

“Knew you couldn’t resist my charm,” Johnny hummed into your hair, muffling his voice a bit. You just shook your head and smiled.

“You never miss an opportunity, do you?”

“Nope!”

You chuckled again before settling in against him, squirming around a bit to try and get comfortable. “You gonna pull out anytime soon, oorrr…?” you inquired.

For a brief moment, he acted like he was actually going to think about it, then quickly replied, “Nah, don’t think I will.” Though you weren’t opposed to the idea, this was certainly a new behavior from Johnny. You furrowed your brow.

“And why’s that?” 

“Hmm, I said I was going to fuck my cum into you,” he recalled like he was telling you about yesterday’s weather. And just like that, the dying ember that resided in your abdomen flared back to life. You could hear him lick his lips, which was followed by a nibble at your earlobe. He purred against it, “or have you already forgotten?” You could feel him beginning to harden again inside of your abused cunt.

Oh, this was going to be a long night.

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[lotomber]

Hi! Just looked through your stuff and it's amazing! I really love you choice of profile design aswell. I come with a request, you can ofcourse just ignore it you don't feel like it.

The request is Yandere Fyodor x reader, who he has been stalking, and slowly been befriending for awhile, but reader has trust issues and it takes a long time before he can actually start giving romantic hints. So ofcourse Fyodor who, in this scenario, has urges and is getting impatient. So he drugs them and kidnaps them :). I was thinking smut where he places reader's hand on where he wants them to touch him, but go with whatever you want or not at all. Hope you have a great day/night

YOUR LOVE MADE ME CRAZY!

Pairing: Yandere! Fyodor x GN! Reader Warning: NSFW, smut, yandere behavior, stalking, drugging, Noncon/dubcon, not proof read!

You frequently visited the cafe near your place after college/work. you didn't had many friends, you preferred to read books at your fav cafe. One day when you were reading a book a man approached you.

"Is that (any of your fav book) you're reading?" he had a pale face with beautiful magenta eyes and shoulder length messy black hair with a ushanka, He was absolutely beautiful.

"Uh yes. Is there any problem?" you answered despite his sudden intrusion.

"I couldn't help but notice the book you were reading and it's my favorite. Oh pardon my rudeness I'm Fyodor Dostoevsky, Do you come here regularly?"

"I'm (Name), yes the ambience and coffee is nice here so I do come here often. Are you a Russian?" you couldn't help but be curious about the mysterious man.

"Yes I'm a Russian I moved here due to some work so I still don't know many people here would you mind if I sit with you?"

"Ah no, you can sit here if you want to." at first you felt awkward and hesitant with him but despite your worries you both hit really well and instantly became friends. You both started meeting often at the same cafe, Your hobbies, favorite books and ideologies matched with each other.

But what you didn't knew was the fact that he already knew everything about you, your every single personal information from when and where you go to your likes and dislikes, He was always lurking in your shadows and finding the right time he approached you with an innocent face at that cafe he knew you frequented.

But despite his efforts whenever he made any romantic gestures you always backed out, rejected his advances and always drew a line. he was getting impatient of this and he couldn't control his urges anymore so he thought of another way.

As usual he was waiting for you at the cafe and when you came he offered to buy you a coffee which you accepted. He sometimes buyed you coffee which you didn't minded but today was something rather off about him which you wished you could've noticed earlier.

Just after taking a few sips of the coffee you started feeling weird, your mind went foggy and you felt a hot burning sensation all over your body soon you fell unconscious and the last thing you saw was the unsettling smile of Fyodor.

When the first time he saw you, he instantly fell in love with you. That's why first he used the indirect way to approach you. Everytime you talked to him he would stare at your lips thinking how they would feel on his lips as his tongue mingle with yours or how your pretty little hands will look pumping his cock. No one could ever comprehend what filth he thought behind that innocent face. But whose fault it was that he was like this? Of course yours, after all his love for you made him like this so he's gonna make sure that you'll take responsibility!

After a while you opened your eyes in an unfamiliar place and he was there in front watching you with that same smile. You wanted to say something but your mind was still in a haze and you felt that burning sensation more prominently than before that it was almost hurting.

"Hmm what happened darling, not feeling good?" he said in mocking tone.

"Y'know darling it's not even half of what I felt whenever I saw you but don't worry I'll help you I'll make you feel good cause I love you!" he leaned over you whispering in your ear as he started kissing your neck. While he held your hand making you touch his already hard throbbing cock.

"Can you feel it darling? can you feel it me? it's all because of you!" he said in a low seductive tone as he proceeded to kiss you, pushing his tongue in your wet cavern.

You wanted to protest and stop him but you don't know if it was because of your hazy state of mind or something else, it felt good. His touch felt ethereal, he tore your clothes as he was getting too impatient to undress you slowly. He covered two of his fingers in spit before plunging them in your hole. You let out a yelp as you felt his fingers stretching you for a while. After that without warning he pushed his whole length in your hole. You shrieked in pain as he starting thrusting without giving you time to adjust.

"F-fuck you feel so good, darling!" he let out loud grunts as he kept thrusting.

It was wrong, yes it was really wrong but what could you do when it all felt so good?

A/N- I don't support any of the themes mentioned above in real life!

P.S - Sorry this took time cause I was busy with my exams. I still have some requests pending I'm gonna complete them soon so please wait!

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #bsd x you #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bungou stray dogs fyodor #fyodor smut #bsd smut

[sky-kiss]

Well, since I'm here now, allow me to share a particularly stupid thought.

Imagine the party getting copies of the contract Raphael wants Tav to sign and everyone is just going over it in detail, reading all the fine print. Gale is examining it from his academic perspective. Wyll is looking at it through the lens of his prior experience with infernal dealings. Astarion is finally putting his legal background to use. And just when the gang has the revisions done and are ready to go back with their counteroffer, they find Tav already signed it because "ooo devil man pretty."

A/N: Oh, heck yes. We are pleased to have you. Have some wine. Also. I love this idea. It is glorious.

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Tav has enjoyed an unprecedented calm. Baldur’s Gate seems to have taken a breath, setting aside its propensity for careening towards the apocalypse for a single evening. No one is kidnapping their friends. No murder cults have attempted to waylay them in the streets. The Emperor is silent. It’s truly idyllic. 

The reason for this peace becomes at least partially evident when three of their companions barge into their half of the room. Wyll, Astarion, and Gale had headed off just after dawn, locking themselves away in one of the Elfsong’s side rooms. 

“Darling,” Astarion begins, his tone bright. “We were hoping to catch you before you dipped out for the evening.” Tav has no such plans, but why clarify? The vampire spawn holds out a scroll. “Here. Courtesy of yours truly. And these two.” He makes a vague gesture towards Wyll and Gale. 

“What’s this?” 

“Your contract, dearest! Well, potential contract.” 

Gale holds up a finger, grinning, handsome. “The three of us figured why not put our collective heads together. If two is better than one…”

“Yes, yes,” Astarion cuts him off. “Then three must be superior. The point is, dear, with Gale’s translation, my experience, and Wyll’s…well, debacle, we’ve fashioned terms far superior to what you might have expected.” The former magistrate rocks back on his heels. “Do you know, I even rather enjoyed myself. It’s been centuries since I put my skills to work and…” 

“I already signed the contract.” 

An uncomfortable silence stretches between the four of them. Gale breaks it. The wizard’s brows pull together. He opens his mouth first and closes it; it takes another two attempts before he can finally stutter his question out. “I…beg pardon, you’ve signed it?” 

“Raphael stopped by just before lunch…” 

“The devil stopped by? And you didn’t think to tell us?”

Tav purses their lips. In hindsight, it didn’t sound particularly well-advised. They scrub at their knees. “You were busy! You’d all rushed off!” 

“To rewrite your contract.” 

“You didn’t tell me that!” 

 Tav wonders if Astarion won’t just combust. The spawn makes a horrible sputtering noise, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Oh for the gods…why? Why sign it?” 

“It’s going to sound silly.”

“Stupid, dear. I’m fairly certain it’s going to sound stupid.” 

Tav worries their hands together. “He just seemed so hopeful. And his eyes are such a pretty brown?” At their friend’s collective groan, Tav pushes forward. “Look, I didn’t want him to be disappointed!” 

Gales says, “You should! You should feel free to disappoint the devil!” 

Astarion is more succinct: “Oh, you’re a fucking dolt.” 

#bg3 raphael #bg3 fanfiction #astarion #gale #bg3 tav #asks #my fic #kinda cracky #Tav: sprints towards bad ideas #Raphael: /hold arms out wide

[hearts4golbach]

The Night Shift.

chapter 1.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Repetitive. "What can I get for you, sir?" I asked calmly. Without looking up from his phone, the tall dark skin man replied with 'number 4.' I hummed with acknowledgment and typed in his order. "Will that be all?" With a nod, he handed me a 20 dollar bill. I muttered okay under my breath and went to make his order. What a dick.

Repetitive. The creamer looked like a swirling storm as I poured it in his cup. I made his egg and ham bagel carelessly, my muscle memory coming in handy as I listened to my favorite song through my single headphone. I gently nodded my head, as to not drag attention to myself.

Repetitive. I quickly gave him his order and leaned against the counter, staring out at the midnight sky. It was a sight I had been seeing for as long as I could remember. This small cafe was my home away from home. I spent most of my childhood here since this was a family owned business, specifically my family. I was beginning to resent my parents for keeping me trapped here. At least the night shift was calm.

Repetitive. Another customer walked in. I sighed before plastering a fake smile on my face as he walked up. He had black, combed over hair. The side part covered part of his eye, but I could see the dark eyeshadow under his eye along with red streaks.

"I love your makeup! What can I get started for you today?" I commented cheerfully.

A small smile grew on his face, his two lip piercings shifting slightly. "Thank you. Can I just get a donut, please?"

"Sure! What kind? We have chocolate, strawberry, etcetera. The flavors are displayed over there, if you want to look."

His hand moved up to his chin. "What would you recommend?"

"I'm a chocolate girl for life." I snickered. "But the apple fritter is a fan favorite. You can choose whether or not you want cinnamon on it."

"Okay, I'll get an apple fritter with cinnamon and a chocolate donut, please." He looked up, making eye contact with me as his smile stayed on his face.

"Coming right up." I commented, turning my back towards him.

"Are you working alone?" He asked cautiously.

"Uh," I hesitated, praying he wasn't going to murder me. I decided against it. "yeah. I run night shift everyday of the week. Nobody usually comes in at night. I also like the alone time." I explained.

"do you ever feel lonely?" his head slightly tilted to the side as I glanced back at him.

"more or less. I mean, I don't like dealing with cocky customers alone but, you know." I shrugged. I looked back at him and then at the clock. He had a tired look in his eyes. "What brought you here?"

"I couldn't sleep, I guess. So I went for a drive and stumbled upon this cafe so I thought I might as well stop for a snack if I cant sleep." He leaned over the glass display, his ring-clad fingers tapping quietly against the glass.

"Damn, pardon my language, anything keeping you up?" I pondered.

"my ex girlfriend is trying to ruin my life." He looked down at my hands.

I passed the donuts over the counter. "That sucks, I really hope everything works out for you." I smiled softly.

"Thank you." he said quietly. "I'm johnnie."

"I'm Y/n." I shook his hand gently. they were soft and warm, a comforting sensation.

"The chocolate one is for you. Take care." Johnnie smiled weakly before turning towards the door.

"What? i- thank you so much. good night, or, morning I guess." I replied as he looked back and gave me one last nod.

I carefully bit into the donut, feeling guilty for accepting it. Oh, well.

#fanfiction #fanfic #jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert #youtube #cafe #cafe aesthetic

[wally-darling-hyperfixation]

Karaoke Night Wally x GN reader 400+ Follower Special

This is for all the people who follow me and up till now . I will get to the requests. I just wanna celebrate you

It was karaoke night over at Sally’s house. Sally has a stage so it makes it easier for y’all to karaoke together. Everyone was excitedly talking about their songs which they were going to sing. Well everyone but Wally. You wanted to go over and ask but Julie and Poppy were asking you , your opinion on a song they want to do as a duet. (You have a lot of records and a karaoke machine so you’re able to help). So everyone decided the order y’all would go in . Julie and Poppy, Barnaby, Eddie, Frank , Sally, Howdy, Wally, then it would be your turn. Everyone was so excited all smiles and everything.

So first up was Julie and Poppy. They sang together Respect. And everyone was excited and clapping at how fun they were having. At the end of the song everyone cheered and was wooing . You give them a thumbs up cause it was so good and they looked like they had so much fun. Barnaby was up next and of course he picked out a silly song. He sang the Monster Mash song, and you laughed cause it wasn’t even Halloween time. He was just singing and doing monster dance moves and everyone was laughing at him ,in a good way, just enjoying the night. After the last monster mash chorus, he bowed and got off stage with everyone cheering again. Next up was Eddie. He was red in the cheeks and mumbled that this song was for Frank. The song is called Stop in the Name of love. And he was so red in the face as he sang it looking lovingly at Frank the whole time. Oooooooo it made you so jealous and so happy for them. Who wouldn’t want a love like that. You’ve seen them hold hands on strolls through the neighbor hood and wish one day you have a relationship like theirs. After Eddie finished , he got off and gave Frank a kiss on the cheek telling him it was his turn. Frank being the type of guy who is quite shy, went on the stage and sang the song Close to You. You know like the verse in it “Why do birds suddenly appear? Every time you are near. Just like me they long to be. Close to you.” It was so sweet. You could tell they loved each other very much. You were enjoying karaoke night so much. You didn’t even see the eyes of the puppet who is staring at you the whole time. When Frank finished. He blushes and got off the stage and head towards Eddie , who gave his face a bunch of kisses. So sweet. Only three more left and then it was your turn. Sally picked out Here Comes the Sun. It was so cute and matched her sunny personality. You loved the beatles. Y’all just having so much fun. After Sally was done, it was Howdy’s turn. He sang this song called Busy Bee. You never heard of it before but it sure fit him. It was about a busy bee who worked a lot. It was very Howdy though. So you clapped at the end. Next was Wally.

Wally got on the stage staring back at all of us. He didn’t even let people know what he seeing. He just picks up the mic and starts singing. (I got the lyrics so you can imagine him singing it). “You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off of you

You'd be like Heaven to touch

I wanna hold you so much

At long last love has arrived

And I thank God I'm alive

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off you

[Verse 2]

Pardon the way that I stare

There's nothing else to compare

The sight of you leaves me weak

There are no words left to speak

But if you feel like I feel

Please let me know that it's real

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off you

[Chorus]

I love you, baby, and if it's quite alright

I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night

I love you, baby, trust in me when I say:

Oh, pretty baby, don't bring me down, I pray

Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay

And let me love you, baby, let me love you

[Verse 3]

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off you

You'd be like Heaven to touch

I wanna hold you so much

At long last love has arrived

And I thank God I'm alive

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off you

[Chorus]

I love you, baby, and if it's quite alright

I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night

I love you, baby, trust in me when I say:

Oh, pretty baby, don't bring me down, I pray

Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay

And let me love you, baby, let me love you

[Chorus]

I love you, baby, and if it's quite alright

I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night

I love you, baby, trust in me when I say:

Oh, pretty baby, don't bring me down, I pray

Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay

And let me love you, baby, let me love you”

He was staring at you the whole time as he sang. Your heart beat fast. You don’t really know if he likes you. But it felt like he was singing to you. And everyone else knew it was for you. Everyone knew from how much Wally stared at you. Yet you didn’t really notice until now. So y’all say. They can continue singing songs. You head over to Wally after he finished singing. “Yes neighbor , what can I do for you?” He asks smiling. “Um Wally , do you like me? That song seems to be for me . I feel like it was to me,” you blush feeling a bit silly. “Your right neighbor it was for you,” Wally says bluntly. “I like ya neighbor. I can’t take my eyes off you,” he smirks and kisses your hand smiling at you. You blushed and give him a cheek kiss. “ I like you to Wally. I honestly never thought you’d like me. You didn’t really show ,” you say blushing more . Everyone was watching from inside and cheered. You both finally admitted and may go forward with your feelings and how you feel now.

I hope I did alright. And that you like your 400+ special for my followers. Thank you alll . Please let me know what you think. I was really excited about this idea. I just wanna know if y’all liked it

Edit 1: I picked can’t take my eyes off you because it’s also a pun. He literally always staring at everyone. And everything. So I feel like it’s on par with him. Please comment if you like

#wally darling x reader #welcome home #welcome home fandom #wally darling #welcome home x reader #welcome home wally #welcome home x y/n #wally darling x self insert #wally x reader #wally x y/n

[themultifandomgal]

Shelby Sister- I Didn’t Know

Last night I started to get these funny aches and pains in my stomach. Putting it down to my monthly arriving I ignored them after getting myself a hot water bottle and went to sleep. However I woke up about 3am in the worst pain I've ever experienced. These period pains are truly something else. Groaning I get out of bed and make my way done to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea hoping to ease the pain.

7am rolls around and I'm in agony. Aunt Polly and Tommy are now up and wondering what to do. Polly has tried everything she can think of to help with the pains, but nothing is working and the pains are just getting worse

"That's it's I'm ringing a doctor. This isn't normal"

"Yeah ok" Polly breathes out giving in, also so confused to why my pains are so bad this month. Tears are falling down my face

"Aunt Poll an I dying?" I ask

"No. Tommys going to ring the best doctor he can to come over and give you a check up"

"Poll I'm scared"

"I know, but you don't need to be, everything's going to be ok"

Within 30 minutes a doctor has arrived and had been checking me over

"Ok there's one last thing I want to check" he says taking our stethoscope

"You've already listed to her heartbeat" Tommy frowns in confusion, but the doctor proceeds to place his stethoscope on my stomach

"Aunt Poll what's he.."

"Shh" the doctor says as he listens "unbelievable. This is so rare. I've never seen this happen before"

"What? Am I dying?"

"No, your in active labour"

"I'm what?"

"She's what?" Aunt Polly, Tommy and I say all at the same time

"You had no idea you were pregnant?" The doctor asked

"I.. no. I had my monthly every month on time"

"Have you wet yourself yet?"

"Pardon?"

"He's asking if your waters have broken, but you will have wet yourself since you wouldn't have had any warning of it happening"

"No"

"Well then I think we should get you up on your feet and walking about. That should help"

"Who did this?" Tommy asks

"What?"

"Who got you pregnant. I'll fucking kill em"

"No you will not. Unless that is you were forced"

"No he was sweet, promise"

"Who..."

"Tommy let's do this later yeah? Go and ring the others let them know whats going on"

After walking around the house and my waters breaking, I was checked over and now it's time to push. Polly holds my hand while the doctor is at the other end. My brothers are all at the pup trying to figure out who the father is

"Ok next wave I need you to push"

"I can't"

"Yes you can. You can do this YN"

"I'm not ready to be a mum"

"Nobody ever is, but you heard the doctor when you feel that wave of pain you push as hard as you can" the wave of pain hits me and I push like Polly said

"Ok good. I need another big one like that ok?" the doctor says earning a nod from me. This goes on for a while until Im finally holding my baby I'm my arms. A little boy

"It's Isaiah's isn't it?" Polly sighs. I nod my head. We had been secretly courting each other for the last year now

"Toms gonna kill 'im Poll" I say worriedly

"No he's not”

Everyone's going to hate me now. Im an unmarried woman with a baby. People are racist Poll they're going to hate us all"

"Who cares what people think. I'm going to find Isaiah and bring him here to meet his son and I'm going to stop your brothers from drinking themselves silly"

Isaiah came over to meet his son, while Polly does damage control with my brothers. When they come over they are a lot calmer that I expect them to be. I guess Aunt Polly can me very scary when she wants to be

"So what's little lads name?" Arthur asks through gritted teeth

"Walter Shelby Jesus" I smile looking down at the newborn

"I'll ask Esme where the kids old clothes are"

"Thanks John" I give him a little smile

"So when's the wedding?" Tommy asks

"Tommy not now" Polly scolds shaking her head "let them be for now. Right come on let's leave them alone"

"That's how they go into this mess" Arthur mumbles

"Out now. Come on" Polly usurers everyone out of the room leaving Isaiah and I to fall in love with our baby.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders reader #tommy shelby #john shelby #arthur shelby #Finn Shelby #sister shelby #shelby sister

[bookworm-with-coffee]

Dancing With Death ~ Pt. 2. . .

(John Mitchell x Reader)

(A/N); Hello and welcome back to Dancing With Death! I present to you the second instalment! Please note, it's my first time writing proper smut, so I'm really sorry if it sucks!! Otherwise, enjoy!! ❤❤

Plot; When a human is invited to live with the gang, things get rather complicated for one John Mitchell...

Pairings; John Mitchell x Reader (Romantic)

Warnings; mature themes, violence, blood, coarse language, angst, smut (18+)

Part One

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Fate is rarely kind to those who tempt it. There is always a price to pay in the end.

The days drifted onwards, neither you or Mitchell caring to mention the almost-kiss you'd shared. Despite this, it was all you could think about. The way his gaze was so loving, his laugh, his confession in that hushed Irish accent. It gave you blissful goosebumps. But, those lips. So close, yet so far. You'd often imagined the feeling of him kissing you, the closest thing being that accidental brush. Tingles lingered where his lips had touched. It was so light and–

"(Y/n) (L/n), are you paying attention??", your teacher's voice rang out, shocking you from your thoughts.

"Pardon?", you sputtered. Your classmates giggled amongst themselves.

"Keep your attention in the here and now, Miss (L/n)", he reprimanded, before drawing his attention to the screen at the front of the room. It was going to be a very long morning for not just yourself.

Mitchell was working until noon at the hospital, bustling around in a hurry. Almost everywhere there was a spillage of some kind. It was unending for the poor vampire. And it was about to get worse.

A familiar head of blonde hair was weaving its way through the crowds, an exasperated sigh leaving the Irishman. "Ah, Mitchell", the older male greeted his acquaintance.

"Herrick", Mitchell returned, leaning on his mop.

"Don't look so unimpressed. I'll be needing word, if you don't mind?". With reluctance, Mitchell decided he'd entertain Herrick for a few moments, nodding silently. To anyone watching, Mitchell was a cleaner being questioned by a Police Officer. The head of the local department to be exact. Nothing out of the question there.

Their usual place to chat was the hospital canteen, Herrick ordering a coffee rather than the crappy hot chocolate that was made for him the last time. "What do you want? I work for a living", Mitchell ground out, staring the older man down from across their chosen table. Herrick was unintimidated by his counterpart, sipping his coffee without much care.

"I'm rather disappointed that you've forgotten", Herrick sighed. "Seth certainly hasn't".

"Seth is an arsehole", Mitchell shot back with a shrug.

"That's hardly news to the world, Mitchell. I'm talking about a very alarming incident. You know which one I'm referring to". The raven haired male narrowed his eyes for a moment before responding,

"What of it?".

"Your playing human, restricting your food habits is fine with me. But, taking it upon yourself to restrict others of our kind? That's just selfish", the blonde chided. "To make things worse, she now knows our secret".

"It's under control". Herrick's brows rose in intrigue.

"You must really trust this woman to be so sure of yourself", he mused. "Who is she to you, Mitchell? A colleague? A lover??". His eyes lit up with his next suggestion. "Your flatmate??".

"It's not your concern", Mitchell responded, irking Herrick into a laugh.

"Who's sick, sadistic idea was it then??", he asked, leaning across the table with a wolfish grin. "Gods, you must be suffering being so close to a human. Then again, you've always enjoyed being God's punching bag, haven't you?". The Irishman glowered, chewing the inside of his bottom lip. A violent delight flashed in Herrick's piercing blue gaze as it trailed over Mitchell's expression. "You've thought about it, haven't you? Plunging your fangs into her soft flesh, drinking the sweetness of her hot blood". Mitchell shifted uncomfortably, his gaze darting away from Herrick's in shame. "Letting that divine warmth trickle down your chin, finally satisfying the beast inside".

"Get to the point already", Mitchell snapped.

"You know what I want from you and it's all completely voluntary".

"To join your little 'army'? You really think this revolution is going to work, don't you?", he scoffed.

"I know it's going to work. We're high in number now, Mitchell. It's only a matter of time", Herrick insisted. "We want you back. I certainly do".

"And what if I did join you, Herrick?", Mitchell challenged. "Hypothetically. What would become of my life then?".

"Your friends are hardly our focus, Mitchell. We're using our gift to help people", the blonde huffed. "If you join us, I'll leave them be".

"Just like that?", Mitchell retorted. "So unlike you".

"Your friends are of no concern to me. One is a floating spirit, the other can't hope to lay a paw on me unless the moon is full and the last? Well, we all know how fragile humans are". Herrick tugged at his shoulders, taking another sip of his coffee. "If you're that worried for her, I can guarantee that she won't be harmed".

Mitchell's gaze narrowed in silent contemplation, suddenly widening at the sound of your voice. "Mitchell?", you called to him from the doorway of the canteen, a sense of horror filling him. You couldn't be here, not now. Herrick's grin widened, his charm switching on. The blonde smelt your scent from where he sat, recognising it as the same sweet smell he'd detected on Seth.

The Irishman stood, his counterpart following suit. You could tell something wasn't right, but the both of you stayed silent when you strayed into the room to embrace your friend. Herrick eyed you keenly, your eyes then falling onto him expectantly. "Well, Mitchell. Aren't you going to introduce us?", he chuckled.

"(Y/n), meet William Herrick", Mitchell's voice remained unenthusiastic. "Herrick, meet (Y/n)". Eagerly, the blonde officer shook your hand, almost startling you with his cold. Those keen eyes reminded you of– He had to be a vampire.

"A pleasure", he assured you, an unreadable twinkle to his blue eyes. "I'm an old friend of Mitchell's".

"Nice to meet you", you forced a smile in your nervousness. Mitchell's hand remained protectively on the small of your back, suddenly taking his chance to remove you from this situation.

"If you'll excuse us, Herrick. We really must be going", the Irishman began to pull you along steadily yet with some hurry, allowing for Herrick to show himself out whenever he chose.

"Of course, of course", he nodded, smiling knowingly. "You will consider my proposal, won't you?". Mitchell froze, turning over his shoulder to acknowledge Herrick's words with a curt nod before leaving.

"Who was that?", you asked when you both had reached the end of the hallway.

"Someone I would have preferred you never to meet", Mitchell sighed, sparing a worried glance over his shoulder. "But, it's done".

"I see now, I shouldn't have come".

"Nonsense. You got me out of there", he nudged you gently, the both of you lapsing into a short fit of laughter. "Why did you come?".

"I just wanted to walk home with you. Class finished early today", you gnawed on your lower lip nervously. He nodded in understanding,

"I'm off work anyway now". Maybe it was better that you had come to find him? With Herrick around, goodness knows who else could be lurking.

The walk home was comfortable, despite your previous awkwardness with Mitchell. In sensing that your hands were cold, the vampire had offered you the surprisingly warm crevice of his strong arm and his fingerless mittens. The sun was more forgiving today, hiding behind the rain clouds that were slowly moving in from the south. Mitchell had been practising going into public without his sunglasses. It was working for him, the dull brightness no longer affecting his sight. You smiled to yourself. With every passing day, he considered himself more human than the last. Yet, you already considered him more a human being than anyone else you'd met.

You both stepped into the house, expecting an excited Annie to greet you both. But, the house was dim and uncharacteristically quiet. A note was left on the table, saying that she was out shopping with George for tea bags among other important things for the pantry. "I can't imagine the tea canisters ever being empty again", Mitchell chuckled, slipping his jacket from his shoulders. In noticing your quiet, his brows furrowed. "Is something the matter?? Did Herrick frighten you?".

"No", you replied dismissively, waving him off with a smile. "I'm thinking".

"About??". Your eyes closed in a form of dread, bracing for the worst at your answer, "About us, Mitchell". He swallowed nervously. "What are we, you and me?". His hazel hues darted from yours, forcing a smile.

"We're friends?", he feigned confusion.

"Are we??", you challenged, your brows raising. Your eyes traced him. "I haven't stopped thinking about it, you know? That kiss".

"It was an accident", he insisted gently, his voice wavering in unsurity.

"Were your words an accident too, Mitchell??". His lashes fluttered, blinking away in anxiousness. He parted his lips to speak, but there was only silence. You stepped closer to his taller frame, your warmer hand reaching out hesitantly. Testing the waters, your fingertips brushed over his hand. He reciprocated in tangling your fingers within his. "Look, I know what you said could've been spur of the moment, but—".

"It wasn't", his soft voice cut in, his form moving almost flush against yours. His eyes were suddenly drawn to your own. "I meant what I said". He heard the flutters of your heart, every fibre of him being drawn to you. Your spare hand rested upon his silent chest, pulling him gently to you. His head dipped, your lashes tickling his skin. "We shouldn't—", he reasoned as his last form of restraint, his lips finally meeting yours.

And so, your dance with death began...

Fireworks gave off beneath your skin, Mitchell's spare hand reaching to twine his fingers into your hair. His other hand released yours to steady your face, your hands gripping his flannelette shirt to bring him closer. You both stumbled into the wall nearest to you, Mitchell's lips working in concentrated passion with your own. Your lips parted, his kiss becoming devouring. His fingers gripped at your hair, only tugging gently enough for a sigh to pass through your lips.

In retreating from your lips, he traced his own down your throat in delicate touches whilst you caught your breath. The temptation for your blood was undoubtedly there, being completely drowned out by Mitchell's other desires. His lips marked your collarbone, his lashes brushing over your skin when his ministrations grew slower. You sensed his hesitation, knowing that he must be growing worried.

To soothe him, your fingers wound through his dark curls whilst he worked, your lips brushing over his forehead and his cheek before you leant in close. "It's alright, Mitchell. I trust you". Your whisper against the shell of his ear, combined with your nails raking over his scalp awoke something almost feral within him.

More sure of himself, Mitchell's lips moved fervently across the skin of your neck. His tongue darted out to strike at your flesh, his lips caressing a place there that had you gasping. Mitchell's forehead met yours, his strong arms having no trouble in hoisting your legs around his waist, your hands grasping at his hair and shoulders.

His nose brushed yours, your lips moulding together in tender open-mouthed kisses as he guided you both out of the living space and up the stairs. Your waist moved against his, a soft groan heaving from his throat. "Christ, don't move like that, (Y/n). We'll never make it to the bedroom if you do", he warned with a playful grin, offering your lips another quick kiss before his steps lead you both into your room. One of his legs kicked out, the door slamming behind you both.

Mitchell's feet stumbled to the edge of your bed, the both of you smiling against each other's lips when they met again sweetly. His arms suddenly became absent beneath you, a short cry leaving your lips when you crashed onto your mattress. A laugh slipped from you, Mitchell's expression mirroring your own. His fingers gripped his undershirt, lazily pulling it and his flannel shirt over his head at the same time. "You're certainly praticed at this", you jested, his brows wiggling suggestively.

"You haven't seen me with a bra", Mitchell replied with a short giggle, discarding his clothing. You stood from the bed, circling your arms around his broad frame.

Carefully, you'd noted his battle scars from his time at war, his hazel gaze glinting with a tenderness in watching you look over them. His lips parted when your mouth and fingertips graced over those old wounds affectionately. No one had ever cared for or noticed those marks before. "Thank you", he murmured against your forehead, a soft smile still present in his gratitude. His fingers moved to your back, silently asking for permission.

"Please", you responded, his face lighting up. The Irishman pressed a kiss along your jaw, before lifting your shirt over your head. You nodded, beckoning him to continue. His lips ignited goosebumps over your skin when they kissed slowly and sensually along your bare shoulders. With a twisting of his fingers, your bra clasp suddenly fell loose, the garment being completely discarded. Your brows rose. "You weren't kidding".

Another soft giggle slipped from Mitchell's lips, his hazel hues glittering with adoration when they met your own. "You're so, so beautiful", his hushed breath fanned over your skin. His cooler hands grazed over your bare back in loving caresses, moving his hand to cup one of your breasts. He only swiped his thumb over your bud, your form jolting forwards into his instinctively. His head ducked, laying feathersoft kisses on your lips, cascading down your throat again, his hands tracing soft patterns over the sensitive flesh of your stomach to the hem of your pants.

"Please, Mitchell", you begged softly, the Irishman wasting no time in pulling the button of your pants loose, allowing them to form a pile by your feet.

Mitchell guided you gently onto the mattress, his form coming to hover over your own. His large hand flattened over your stomach, his lips grazing the shell of your ear.

"Do you want me to—", he began, inching his fingers lower in suggestion.

"Yes". His soul warmed, the vampire relishing in how trusting and carefree you were within each other. He delighted in the gasp that tumbled from your lips when his digits slipped into your underwear, quickly becoming coated in your slick. Your nails clawed into the muscles of his arm when he moved them languidly between your folds and across that sensitive bundle of nerves. He bit down on his lip to fight his smile at feeling you writhing beneath him, letting him know wordlessly in your huffs and mutterings that he was hitting all the right places. His teeth nibbled against the shell of your ear pleasurably, hoping to get your folds slick enough in preparation for him. You fought your building high, begging Mitchell to stop. He obeyed, a soft laugh escaping him when your hands worked down the bare skin of his abdomen, to tug on the hem of his pants. The Irishman relented to your shared wants, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead. Both his boxers and jeans were removed together, quickly becoming discarded with the other items of your clothing.

Mitchell's soft lips seized your own, your hands coming to cradle his face. He braced himself on your mattress, lining himself up carefully. Once sure, his hips snapped upwards, your mouth falling open against his. His eyes fell closed in a squint, his dark brows furrowing as a shaky moan passed through his throat. Your breaths steadied as you became adjusted to him, his hips slowly beginning to rock into your own experimentally. You hummed eagerly, snatching his lips into your own. "Mitchell", his name tumbled from your lips, your fingers lacing into those thick curls as his pace quickened.

His kisses were searing, but gentle. There was mixtures of your teeth and his, pulling at each other as Mitchell's movements became deeper. The thirst for your blood had him tensing and grimacing, his lower lip being drawn between his teeth in concentration. A metallic taste hit his tongue; his own blood from biting down so hard. You helped to keep him grounded, allowing his hands to run across your open palms before pinning them to the mattress.

The Irishman's brows remained furrowed, focused on giving and sharing in your pleasure. Your breathy whimpers, soft curses and ragged gasping were all music to his ears. He found joy in the fact there was a deeper connection than just lust or a means to feed, as sex had often been for him. It was instead loving, slow and caring towards each other's needs. Mitchell finally felt that he could love and be loved equally in return.

A sharp gasp suddenly slipped from your throat, Mitchell hitting a place that had you seeing stars. Your back arched into him, your waist snapping up to meet his rhythmic movements. Feeling a heat tightening in his lower abdomen, Mitchell didn't allow himself to lose any self control over the side of him that hungered for your blood. His hazel eyes flickered open, ablaze with desire and adoration. Your heated breaths mingled, Mitchell's lips lowering again to your own. Gods, you really were beautiful.

With your heart now racing, you felt every wave of stimulation building up within you. You felt your eyes lolling back, Mitchell's movements allowing him to continuously drag across that spot in you without mercy. "Oh, Mitchell", you sighed, your gaze barely able to focus on his face.

Mitchell smiled. You were so close now, he could feel it. Your breaths had quickened and you were practically squirming with every thrust. His hands pinned yours higher, holding them down with only one. His now spare hand travelled between the small space between your moving bodies, a small cry of pleasure shooting from you when his digits began rubbing circles over your small bud.

Mitchell's tongue traced the skin beneath your ear, fighting the painful urges to feed from you whilst he pressed hot open-mouthed kisses to your flesh. His ministrations in time with his thrusts were too much, suddenly hitting a boiling point within you.

Trembling beneath him, your throat suddenly tightened, your mouth falling open in a silent scream. Your eyes squeezed shut, your back arching again into him as all the gravity in the room seemed to change. Mitchell's name was a hushed mantra on your lips, the winding tightness snapping within Mitchell's abdomen not long after. His body felt alight with a sudden wave of euphoria as a few strained grunts left his lips. Your name tumbled from his lips amidst a string of other profanities, slowly coming down from his high and allowing you to ride out yours.

When his movements ceased, your bodies remained tangled for a few moments, completely reduced to putty within each other's embrace. Mitchell's eyes had closed, suddenly shooting open in concern. There was no blood, well— he wiped at his mouth, the crimson wetness of his own apparent on his fingers. Fang marks were etched into his skin where he'd bitten down harshly. Shocked at his own restraint, he looked down at your peaceful expression with a growing smile. He'd done it.

Your (e/c) orbs flickered open, a lazy smile meeting your eyes when you cradled his face. Unbothered by the blood, your lips captured his, stroking your fingers over his skin when he returned the kiss. When your lips parted, your fingertips traced over his small wounds in concern. "It's fine", he insisted softly, noting your worry. "Hardly hurt".

Removing himself from you, Mitchell happily took it upon himself to carefully clean you both up with a warm cloth. Neither of you redressed, slipping under your covers to relax in each other's arms.

Pulling Mitchell's dark curls from his face, his head shifted from its place upon your chest to gaze up at you. His wounds on his mouth had miraculously healed after he'd cleaned them, your brows rising in wonder. "Was it hard for you?", you asked with great hesitation. Knowing what you were referring to, the Irishman felt that he should be honest.

"It was", he murmured, conceding that his predatory side was quite painful to control. You took a breath, your lips parting. A silent debate on whether or not to ask.

"If I wasn't human, would that make things easier for you?". Catching on to what you meant, Mitchell's brows furrowed,

"Why would you ever want to give up what you are to become like me??".

"To lessen your pain, to be with you without risk of injury or loss". A kind, yet sad smile dawned on the Irishman's strong features, his hand reaching to sweep the fringe from your face.

"All are human", he whispered, his hand retreating from your face to curl his arm around you affectionately. "You don't want this life, (Y/n). And I won't give it to you".

"Why not??", you asked quietly. Hazel hues danced over your features, his fingers drawing imaginary patterns along the bare skin of your abdomen before grasping your hand. He placed it over his cheek, your thumb caressing over the stubble of his face. His head leant into your touch, his mouth pressing a kiss into your palm.

"I'd miss this warmth. Your skin is so beautifully warm to the touch. All that life; gone in an instant", he sighed, squeezing your hand. Mitchell moved his head to lay it where your heart thrummed beneath your skin. "I'd miss hearing this sound too. It's soothing".

You couldn't help the smile that came to your face, having no prior idea that he'd appreciated these things so much. Whilst you swept your hand over his hair in careful strokes, he continued, "(Y/n), this life took all of that and more from me. I'm just thankful that this life gave me you, but I won't let it take that from me too".

"I'm not going anywhere", you assured him, softly laying a comforting kiss to the top of his hair.

The haunting image of Lauren's hatred filled his mind. Mitchell couldn't handle it if ever you looked at him in that way, the way she had. The thought terrified him to no end, his eyes furiously blinking away the tears forming in his gaze. "This life changes you, (Y/n). I wouldn't wish it on anyone", he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the skin of your chest. "You're perfect as you are. And I love you".

Your embrace tightened around the Irishman, both your eyes and his coming to a restful close. "I love you too, Mitchell".

In the many days and weeks that followed, your relationship with the vampire flourished. George and Annie were overjoyed when the both of you made your status known. Mitchell was now sure of where he belonged in the world and what he'd do to protect those people closest to him.

Foolishly thinking that Herrick had growing morals and that he'd offer his family protection, Mitchell had made the decision to accept the proposal. The blonde's jaw almost hit the floor when Mitchell marched through the doors of his office at B. Edwards.

"They won't be harmed? I have your word??". Smiling broadly, Herrick replied,

"Of course".

"I'm in".

The vampires welcomed Mitchell back into their coven with open arms. It was blissful at first, to be part of his own kind again. The Irishman hated the stories told about his early days as a vampire, having no choice but to give in to his urges to survive back then. It was a time he'd rather forget.

Herrick respected that Mitchell still wished not to feed on humans, hoping that he would come around at some point. The blonde was recruiting more people, saving them from the cusp of death to live in his growing underground society. Mitchell gave him the edge and reputation he needed just by standing in the room. It was perfect.

Until you'd found out from Josie, another former lover of Mitchell's from the 60s, that Mitchell was getting himself into a lot of trouble. She'd met you only a week or two ago, over the moon that Mitchell was pursuing a strong relationship with yourself. Now she worried that it would all end in tatters if he went on any longer with Herrick and his goons.

You'd had no idea, alike to Annie and George, that Mitchell had joined Herrick. Feeling as if your trust had somewhat been betrayed in him not telling you, you had also grown confused. "He hates Herrick— why— what could make him join that man?", you sputtered. Josie's hand clasped your own.

"Mitchell does a lot for those he loves", she sighed wistfully. "He tried to get Herrick to convince me to join them, in their society. To stop my cancer. As honourable as it seemed, he knows as well as I that death is human".

Your mouth fell open slightly, the truth striking you almost painfully. This sounded so different from the Mitchell you knew. Your mind drifted back to his words to you in the afterglow of your first lovemaking. It seemed so long ago now. Josie squeezed your hand. "You need to stop him, (Y/n). Find him. Get him back. I'll tell George". You nodded, returning the gesture before breaking into a sprint down the street.

Every thought you had was honed on Mitchell. You had an inkling to his whereabouts, George having mentioned something about a 'B. Edwards' place to you once. You prayed that you'd get there in time, a sinking feeling beginning to pool in the pits of your stomach.

Your legs burned with fatigue and your lungs gasped for air in the cool winds of the day, your journey leading you through many streets. The funeral home was only a handful of blocks from your house, the sign with 'B. Edwards', like an eery archway over the gates when you'd spotted it. Fury and adrenaline coursed through your system, not caring or thinking when you passed through the glass doors of the establishment.

An elderly woman sat to your left upon entry, her pale eyes fixed on a magazine. The air was unusually cold and musty, every piece of furniture or decor an antique. Your entry sparked the male seated at the desk to rise to his feet. You instantly recognised his face. Seth. Your mind flashed to that night from months ago and it seemed his did as well when a sly grin grew onto his features. "Nice to see you again, Lovely—", he started.

"Where's Mitchell?". Your question had the growing fire in his eyes dimming into a scowl.

"She certainly gets her manners from Mitchell, don't you think?", Herrick laughed upon entering the room, responding to you before his counterpart could. Your eyes darted to the blonde male who offered you a charming smile. "Come now, we're all friends here".

"Just tell me where he is and I'll be on my way", you snapped.

" 'On your way'??", he repeated, wholeheartedly amused. "That just wouldn't be good hospitality, Darling". Your teeth clenched within your mouth, fighting the urge to scream in frustration. "Nanna has made us some lovely biscuits and tea! We'd be so delighted to have you!". The way he'd offered it was so lighthearted, anyone else would've thought him kind. You knew better.

Seth rounded the desk all too quickly, flanking your right to ensure you couldn't escape. The elderly lady, you came to realise, was the vampire Herrick had referred to. She eyed you keenly from where she sat, also making sure you couldn't run. Seth's hand was at the ready, hovering behind you to grip your arm should it be necessary.

With reluctance, you forced a smile, Herrick delighting in your decision to join them without struggle. You marched forwards at your own accord, slowly realising that every set of eyes in this establishment belonged to a vampire. The way they stared was so unlike Mitchell's glance. His was soft, kind. Every gaze here was fixed on you like a vulture. Some part of you wished you'd brought a weapon or a stake with you before rushing into this situation.

Herrick lead you with a kind hand on the small of your back to a room with biscuits and tea laid upon the table. "Have a seat there, Love", he gestured to a comfortable seat, the anxiety and regret rising into your throat. Still, Herrick's voice remained feathersoft, unintimidating. His touch had given you chills, his blue gaze seeming to see through you. Two security guards, also vampires, flanked Herrick. Seth quickly left your side to attend the front desk again once you were seated.

The blonde poured you a cup of tea, adding but a sugar or two before passing it across the dining table. "Pick yourself some biscuits, Love", he grinned. "Don't be shy, now". You didn't trust the tea or the biscuits, afraid they'd been drugged or laced with something malicious. Vampires were immune to poisons and drugs, after all.

"Where's Mitchell?", you repeated your question, more gentle than it had been with Seth. "I want to speak with him".

"Mitchell's just out for the moment. When he's back, I'll give him straight to you". His response was careful and you didn't trust his words in the slightest. "I'm sure he'd appreciate us taking care of you. After all, it's what he wanted?".

"Liar", you muttered, his brows raising.

"How you wound me, (Y/n)", he sighed with some disappointment. "I wasn't lying. How else do you think I managed to convince him to join us?". He took a sip of his tea, eyeing you from the lip of his cup. "Goodness knows why he protects you. You clearly hurt him more than your words could ever hurt me". Your brows creased.

"What are you talking about?". A soft laugh slipped from the blonde,

"What? Hasn't he told you?". Herrick took your silence as his answer, growing further amused with the situation. "He's in pain, Sweetheart. Every day. To be near a human is agonising enough for a few moments. Mitchell has to live with you, 24/7". His blue gaze trailed over your features. "It's a wonder he hasn't given in yet or turned you".

A thickness formed in your throat, the guilt swirling in your eyes. Mitchell had never mentioned such pain to you. Was it really that difficult for him??

"He told me he'd never give me this life", you shot back. "That this life changes you. And as far as I'm concerned, I'll take his advice in not wanting it". Herrick pursed his lips, a slow sigh exhaling from his nostrils. Softly, his head shook in some semblance of dejection.

"Now that is a pity", he sighed. "But to be expected". Your brows furrowed again in confusion. "Mitchell has truly got you wound around that thumb of his to blind you so easily from the gift that is immortality".

"Gift?", you scoffed. "It took everything from him!".

"Is that what he told you?", Herrick huffed in amusement, beginning to drum his fingers on the table. "The same man who would pass immortality out like pamphlets on the street? It's thanks to Mitchell that our recruitment is up, Sweetheart".

You blinked profusely, stiffening up in a sense of disbelief. Yet, there was no dishonesty in Herrick's keen blue gaze as it scanned over you the way Seth's had. It was unsettling.

"You poor girl", he mused, his grin becoming almost wolfish. "How misplaced your loyalty has been. It can have better uses. With any luck".

"What do you mean?". And that's when you noted the rhythm of Herrick's fingers. It almost sounded like a heartbeat, progressively growing quicker. Taunting you.

The guards that flanked the blonde's side slowly shifted, your arms gripping your chair and eyeing them in nervousness. "Listen", Herrick whispered, drumming his fingers louder. "That's your heartbeat, (Y/n). Savour that sound. It just may very well be the last time you hear it".

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I hope you all enjoyed this second instalment with a part three coming soon!! As always, any and all feedback is welcome!! If you want to be a part of my taglist, check out my masterlist and let me know what you'd like to be tagged in!! Thank you all for stopping by and supporting my works!! ❤❤

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[angel-of-the-moons]

Okay so Tumblr deleted two asks I really wanted to do >=( but luckily I had screenshots! I plan on working on them when I snag some time to myself the upcoming weeks (which is usually in-between work, my dad, nephew and sleep, and between planning a trip we're supposed to be taking)

@spiderversewizard

I'm No Celine Dion

Pavitr x Singer!Reader

TW/CW: None, fluff, Pavitr being turned into a dumbstruck goober!

As with all my fics like this, Pavitr is an adult.

A/N: I can picture Reader singing this song (I prefer this version to the English one askskdksjl) but y'all can picture whatever you like!

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"So, I figured we can have some chicken tikka masala for dinner tonight, hm, Pavitr? Maybe some soan papdi?" Maya hummed to her nephew.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, Auntie, sure!" Pavitr chirped, adjusting his hold over the canvas bags full of groceries he was holding.

Maya smirked at her nephew with a chuckle, noticing him once again look over to a small crowd of people gathered, the sound of music bleeding through the throng of them.

"Oh, so curious." She teased, reaching out to poke Pavitr in his side, making him squeak in surprise and laugh; earning a deep chuckle from his aunt and the little old man running the fruit stand.

"I'm ticklish!" Pavitr pouts. "And besides! I'm curious to know what's going on!"

"Ah, some new street performer." The old man replies as Maya purchases some mangoes, "Been drawing a big crowd lately. Doesn't bother me, people standing for too long get hungry, and it brings them to us!" He laughs as he gestures to the other carts and street stalls. It was a typical street market that he and Maya went to; their prices were cheap and their wares were always top notch!

Pavitr noticed the man wasn't wrong, the market was busier than usual, many of them breaking off from the audience to look at wares (judging by how some of them looked and acted they were tourists to Mumbattan) and go back to listen to whoever was playing and singing.

It surprised him that nobody thought of putting up a little performance here sooner!

"Come on then," Maya chuckled at her nephew, taking one of the bags into her own hands, plopping the juicy mangoes into it. "Let's go see what the fuss is about!"

Pavitr laughed along with his aunt and squeezed in between the gap of the people gathered, uttering "excuse me's" and "pardon me's" every time he thought he was being rude.

"Hey, watch it!" One rather grumpy fellow grunted as Pavitr squeaked by.

"Sorry!" He mumbled awkwardly, his face flushed a little bit. "I was just--"

His eyes blinked wide, his jaw dropping a little bit when his eyes landed on you.

You, who was singing into a microphone mounted to the music mixer you were using to create the beats, occasionally hitting a few soft keys as you softly and sweetly sang the song you played.

Pavitr stared, transfixed, his jaw slack as he watched you bob your head, eyes closed as you lost yourself in the melody.

You were amazing!

He looked down and saw the little sign you had at your feet;

Inside the bin attached to the sign was mostly spare change, a few crumpled small notes here and there, and for some reason, some candy. Honestly! Your singing was amazing! How on earth were people walking by and just tossing coins?

'Any little thing helps! :)'

Beneath that little sentence was an "@" to your socials, promoting your music.

Such is the life of a street performer, he supposed...

Maya cleared her throat just loud enough for Pavitr to hear and she nudged him with her elbow, giving him a knowing smirk and handing some money over to him. It was certainly more than what you've earned thus far, and surely you would appreciate it!

Pavitr set the bags down at Maya's feet and sheepishly made his way to your donation bin; his feet feeling like cement as he walked up to you. He felt clumsy; awkward. Almost like he was getting in the way of the show as he dropped the money in.

As he pulled back, he looked up and saw you smiling at him as you sang, your eyes glimmering joyfully.

Pavitr felt his heart lurch in his chest and his face heat up when you winked at him, continuing to sing without missing a beat.

He gave you what he hoped was a charming smile--but in reality he probably looked like he was in pain--before scurrying back to the anonymity of the crowd, picking the grocery bags back up.

His auntie Maya simply chuckled and smirked at her awkward nephew, watching him from the corner of her eyes as he continued to watch you perform.

For the rest of your set, you never broke eye contact with him, grateful at such a nice donation (and secretly amused that his aunt seemed to be silently teasing him). By the end of it, Pavitr had memorized your socials, hoping later he could find more of your music and... and then what? Ugh, he was so dumb!

As your performance came to a close and you thanked the crowd; you began to pack up as the crowd dispersed, parting like the waters as they went about their days.

Except for Maya and Pavitr.

Maya had smiled at you warmly, "You have a lovely voice!" she complimented.

"Thank you." You laugh softly, tucking your equipment back into their cases.

"I'm sure the market appreciates your presence, as well. It's typically so empty, here." She replies.

"Oh, actually that's what I was going for!" You chirp honestly. "Kind of a symbiotic relationship, if you will."

"Ooh, a good head for business sense, I see." She chuckles.

"I s'pose." You grin at her.

You notice (but pretend not to) how Maya not-so-subtly elbows Pavitr, raising her eyebrows and tipping her head at you.

It takes him a second to get the hint, and that makes you want to giggle, but he eventually finds his voice and awkwardly stumbles through a compliment.

"Oh! Y-yeah, I liked the song you sang! It was... Eh... Uh... Pretty..?"

Maya rolls her eyes and sighs at her hopeless nephew, almost wanting to facepalm.

"Thank you." You smile at him sweetly as you stand up straight, hoisting some of your equipment over your shoulder and taking the handle of the largest case in one hand.

"And thank you for the donation! It's appreciated, for sure. This money helps me maintain my equipment."

His face flushed as he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, "Oh! Uh, yeah! For sure! I mean, wait--like, I mean you're... welcome?"

"Oh, for the..." Maya sighs, shaking her hand and pressing a finger to her temple. She recovers quickly however, and looks at Pavitr, her eyes glimmering mischievously.

"Ah... Are you new here?"

"Yep! Moved here a couple of weeks ago." You say to her, tilting your head a bit; almost like one of those cute puppies Pavitr loves so much.

"Then that means you also don't know the best spots! Tourists go nuts for people like you, singing the way you do." She replies civilly. "If you don't mind my suggested my nephew, Pavitr, here knows almost every nook and cranny in Mumbattan!"

Maya bumps Pavitr playfully as his face gets darker and darker with embarrassment and shock. "In-between work and feeding the street pups, he could show you around!"

"I--uh--auntie--" Pavitr blubbers. You seem to pick up on his apparent discomfort.

"Oh... Really? I mean, uh... are you sure? If he's not comfortable...." You trail.

"I can do it!" He blurts out, barely letting you finish your sentence; immediately biting his tongue afterwards in embarrassment.

You jump back a little at his outburst, a lopsided and surprised grin on your oh so soft looking lips as he claps a hand over his mouth, then awkwardly tugging the collar of his shirt to the side.

"That is, uh... I mean... If you are comfortable with it, sure!"

"Haha... Sure. I'd very much appreciate it." You reply.

Maya looks at Pavitr with an "innocent" smile, "Why don't you add her on one of your... app thingies? It will be easier to communicate, that way."

Pavitr shoots his auntie a barely-concealed, panicked look in his eyes before trying to grin in what he hoped was a casual manner. "Sure, I can do that!" He says, pulling out his phone and tapping one of your socials in. He immediately sends a smiley face and a puppy emoji to you, his soul cringing at the horrible start to a convo.

You chuckle and show the message to him when your phone chimes, "This is you, hm?"

"Y-yep!" He laughs.

"Cool! I'll text you later when I plan on heading out somewhere!" You reply to him innocently.

Maya loops her arm around her nephews elbow and chuckles, "Have a nice day, dear."

"You too!" You grin brightly, waving at them as you part ways, Maya having to practically drag Pavitr along with her.

"Auntie, why did you--?!" He sputtered, his brain finally kicking back into operating parameters.

"You're welcome." She smirked.

Well...

At least now he had a reason to talk to you!

A part of him wondered...

How did you feel about superheroes? You didn't know it yet, but you were about to run into Spider-Man more often than most people, too...

#🌙 answered #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr prabhakar x you #pavitr x reader #pavitr x you #spiderverse pavitr #atsv pavitr

[littlereyofsunlight]

Saturday Stork Club, November 2023

Here's the beginning of something from a few years back. I won't be using it for this year's Secret Santa Exchange and I (as usual) ran out of time to cook up something entirely new for this month. Thank you SO MUCH to @bitchymama and @steggyisimmortal for your prompts, I'm absolutely going to work on something incorporating parts of each for the December Stork Club! @steggyfanevents

Steve shook the remnants of the night’s cold, stinging rain out of his overcoat as he entered the SSR base at Brompton Road Station. The cavernous space was as quiet and dim as Steve had ever seen it. All the day’s bustle had died down, though a few clerks shivered at their desks on the overnight shift, barely illuminated by the sallow cast of their individual desk lamps. Two operators kept watch over the wireless, support for an ongoing mission. 

Agent Carter’s little office, directly across from Colonel Phillips’s significantly larger one, was off a hallway that led down from the main room, but Steve wasn’t sure if when Peggy’d told him to meet her at headquarters, she expected him to wait out in the hall or to find her. He dawdled, feeling overlarge and awkward in the hushed hall. 

While he was still trying to decide if he should sit or seek her out, Peggy marched around the corner with a stack of folders. Her pincurls drooped a bit, her skirt was creased and her red lipstick was fading at the center of her bottom lip. She had a scarf wound around her neck and tucked into the collar of her jacket, fingerless gloves on her hands. Weariness shaded her movements and softened her stance as she delivered some of her files to a colleague’s desk and deposited the rest into a mail cart. It was clear she’d been at work since the early hours of the day. Even cold, tired and disheveled, Steve thought she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. 

“Captain Rogers,” Peggy caught sight of him. “Thank you for coming in.” Her spine straightened and Steve noted she didn’t let any tiredness affect the command in her voice.

“Agent Carter,”  he returned her greeting with a small smile and deferential nod of his head. “I appreciate you making time.” 

“Well,” she said, “my office is this way.” Peggy flicked her gaze over to one of the desk agents and looked away just as quick.

The agent had his ear cocked towards them, and he’d stopped writing whatever notes he’d been making on the report in front of him. Steve didn’t want Peggy to endure any office gossip on his account, especially not over this meeting. He knew she’d been a target before just from her prior work with him. “I’ll be brief, I’m sure you’d like to get home.” 

She gave him a wry smile as she started back to the alcove where her office was. “I’ve a week’s worth of reports to go through still tonight. I don’t imagine I’ll be going anywhere.” 

He nodded again, following. “Always more work to do.”

“Indeed.” She shut the door behind him and moved to sit behind her desk while he took up a stack of papers from the other chair in the room and looked around for a spot to set them down. “So, tell me what sort of intel you’re looking for. Your note was rather vague.” Peggy gestured for the papers and, when he’d handed them over, set them on top of a precarious pile behind her. 

Steve scratched at the back of his neck. “Er, it’s not about Hydra.”

Peggy regarded him impassively.

“Well, see, Christmas is coming up.” 

Her eyes narrowed.

“The fellas, I guess they have too much time on their hands, have all gotten together and organized this secret gift exchange? We each drew a name and exchange presents, but you can’t let the person you got know they’re from you until Christmas.”

Her brows came together quizzically. 

“I got Philips.” He shrugged and looked at her, plaintive.

Peggy blinked. “I beg your pardon?”

“I don’t know what to get him.”

Now she stood up, the better, he supposed, to look down her nose at him. “You want me to tell you what gift to give our commanding officer for the holidays?”

Steve swallowed hard. “I was hoping you might know what he likes. That you could point me in the right direction? All I really know about him is that he doesn’t like me much.”

“He doesn’t like anyone much,” Peggy retorted, placing her hands on the desk. “And he’ll hate this. How does it even work, anyhow, if he hasn’t agreed to participate? Won’t someone else be going without a gift?” 

“He is participating. Don’t ask me how, but Dum Dum says it didn’t take much to talk him into it.”

Peggy's answering look spoke volumes.

#saturdaystorkclub #peggy carter #steve rogers #steggy #my fic #(maybe?) resurrecting this semi-abandoned WIP

[ghostwnby]

Okay here is what I've came up with for the sewis au or what I've been calling it the honeybee 🐝 au (also feel free to send me asks/request about scenarios about the honeybee au 😌):

● Lewis is a single father of 2. He has an 7 year old daughter named Isabelle and a 2 year old son named Leo.

● He was never a F1 driver in this au but instead he is a journalist who works remotely so he can safe money by not having to find a babysitter or daycare to take care of his children while he's working.

● Due to his recent divorce from his partner Mark Webber, Lewis decided to move out of Silverstone and into a more quieter part of the UK.

● Of course, as much as he would've liked too, he couldn't move too far away from Mark due to the fact Mark still has partial custody of Isabelle and Leo.

● Isabelle and Leo get to see their other father every other weekend. This is of course is hard for not only Lewis but for Isabelle as well. Isabelle has always been in tune with her father's emotions. Whether it be good or bad, Isabelle always seems to know what Lewis is feeling with out him even saying anything.

● After the divorce, Lewis swore to himself that he would stay out of the dating game for the rest of his life. Partially because he didn't want to put himself through the pain of falling in and then out of love again but also because he didn't want to put his kids through the confusion of a separation again.

● That worked for a while...until he met a certain retired f1 driver while at the park with his kids to celebrate Isabelle starting 1st grade.

● It was quite comical how they met. It was something you would see in a romance movie.

● What happened was, while Lewis was busy comforting a crying Isabelle who had just scrapped her knee jumping off the swings, Leo had wondered off out of his sight.

● Panic filled Lewis' body when he looked back after drying his daughter's tears only to find his 2 year old son to be gone.

● He didn't know what to do. What if someone took his baby? What if he wander out into the parking lot and got hurt? Should he call the police? A million questions raced through his mind as he searched all over the play ground.

● Lewis felt broken. Shattered. But just as he was about to give up hope, he heard a familiar giggle come from the community garden that was in the middle of the park.

● He grabbed Isabelle and raced to follow where the giggle was coming from.

• Once in the garden he was met with the sight of a smiley faced Leo sitting in front of a crouched blonde man who had his hands cupped and was holding to what looked like....a honeybee?

● "And this one is known as a worker bee. They are the ones that make the honey." The mysterious blonde man explained as he smiled at Leo.

● "Leo! There you are!!" Lewis exclaimed as he scooped up the toddler into the tightest bear hug he could handle. "Oh my god I didn't know where you were! What if someone took you??"

● Tears filled the toddler's eyes at Lewis' words. "S..sorry dada.." the toddler sniffled as he pressed his face into his father's neck. Lewis just sighed and rubbed his son's back, "Daddy's not mad at you. He was just worried okay?"

● Leo nodded against his father's neck, Lewis could feel the wetness of his son's tears soak into the collar of his shirt.

● "Um..pardon me but..I just wanted to say sorry for scaring you." Lewis' eyes snapped over to the forgotten blonde man. "I didn't know the little one had ran off without permission."

● Lewis shook his head. "No don't apologize. I'm just glad he didn't get taken."

● The man chuckled, "Rest assured, I would never do such a thing. I was actually just tending the apiary here and suddenly I looked down to see a curly haired toddler tugged at my pants."

● As much of a scare that his toddler had just put him through, Lewis couldn't help but smile at the man's words.

● "The poor boy was sobbing. I couldn't make out what he wad saying so to cheer him up I tried to introduce him to some of the honeybees I've been working with." The blonde explained, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

● "I guess it worked because next thing I know he was giggling and and reaching for the apiary as if he was telling me to hurry up and show him the rest of the bees."

● Lewis chuckled, "Yup, that sounds like my son. He's always been fascinated with animals and bugs of all shapes and sizes. We actually have a dog at home named Roscoe and ever since he opened his eyes, he's just been head over heels for him."

● Lewis didn't know why he was sharing such unnecessary details about his life to a stranger who he thought was about to endanger his child less than 5 minutes ago but something about the way the corners of the strangers eyes crinkled when he smiled made the air around them feel safe and warm, as if he could trust him with his entire life.

● "I'm Sebastian by the way but you can call me Seb if you would like."

● "Well Seb it's nice to meet you. I'm Lewis, this is my daughter Isabelle and my son Leo." Leo didnt move a muscle from his spot in his father's arms. Isabelle on the other hand, waved shyly at Sebastian from her spot behind Lewis' leg.

• Sebastian gave her a bright, welcoming smile that Lewis swears melted his heart just a little.

● Just as Lewis was about to try to come up with an excuse to continue the conversation, Leo started to sniffle again.

● "Dada..hungry.." the toddler whined. Sebastian gave Lewis an amused look.

● "I guess that's our cue to leave. Come on Isabelle, I think the Hamilton household has had enough adventures for one day." He said, patting his daughter's head. He turned his his gaze back up to the blonde man in front of him.

● "Thank you again for you know.." Lewis motioned towards the sniffling toddler in his arms.

●"No problem. I'm glad I was able to help reunite you two, even if it meant disturbing the bees for a bit."

● A warm smile bloomed across Lewis' face, "I'll see you around, goodbye Sebastian"

● "I'll hold you to it. Bye for now Lewis."

**Please ingore any grammar mistakes or anything like that 💀 this was literally just a brain dump bc I had to get this out of my system 💀💀💀

#honeybee au 🐝 #lewis hamilton #sewis #sebastian vettel #mercedes #ferrari #kid fic #meet cute #i love them your honor #they mean the world to me #😭💕

[squirting-sub]

Riding crop, canes and knife play

I went to the fetish store and picked out a riding crop and two canes with my dom. We had some fun trying all the different crops on my hand until we finally decided on one. At home, she ties my hands to the ceiling with me in just my underwear so she can try the new purchases on me while I'm standing. She spends a good while warming me up with a flogger and a paddle, then gets to work with the riding crop. She starts out with light taps and works her way up. The tip is very slim, so it really hurts. It feels different from getting spanked with the split leather paddle. The riding crop stings a lot more and the pain is concentrated to a smaller area. The canes are also very slim and hurt a lot more.

She switches between all the tools and then gets the knife. She stands behind me and pulls on my hair so my head is tilted back. She holds the knife against my throat. "Who did you invite into your home, hm?", referring to our earlier conversation about how my friends scolded me for sleeping with her the first time we met and doing bdsm right away. "What if I really am a psycho?", she moves the knife down my throat to my nipples. "I could cut off your nipples if i wanted.", she moves the knife down my body to my waist. "Or, I could stab and kill you.". She moves the knife down to my butt and presses the blade into it so I can feel its sharpness and the sting. Then, she pulls my hair again, the knife against my throat once more. "Who do you belong to?" "You, Daddy." "That's right." After she puts the knife away, she goes back to spanking me. Harder than before. This time, she also hits my back and lower parts of my thighs, close to the knees. She hits my hands and my upper arm as well, which really hurts. She goes, "Aww, that hurt you? Where? Here?" and then just hits the same spot again.

It's such a dick move, "asshole" just escapes my mouth. Obviously, my dom did not appreciate that. She slaps my face hard and grabs my crotch, squeezing my clit so hard it hurts. "Beating you black and blue would be too much of a reward for you now." Instead, she just sits on the sofa and watches me from behind. "I go through all this trouble and you call me an asshole. And you don't even see a problem with it.". After a while of letting me struggle and some back and forth between us (I really was being a brat), she gets back up and stands in front of me. She's so close, I want to kiss her. "What? You want me to kiss you know? After what you said? Forget it.". However, she gets so close, her lips are almost touching mine. Then, she moves her face, so mine is close to her ear. I drop my pride and whisper "I'm sorry, Daddy." in her ear. "Pardon?" "I'm sorry, Daddy." "Louder." "I'm sorry, Daddy." "Again, louder." "I'm sorry, Daddy." She moves her head to face me again. "Again." "I'm sorry, Daddy." She moves her face closer. "Again." "I'm sorry, Daddy.". Her lips are almost touching mine now. "Again." "I'm sorry-", she finally kisses me and we make out.

Then, she spanks me and fixes my thong, which was in a weird position and uncomfortable from when she grabbed my pussy. She gets behind me and starts warming up the areas that cooled down during the break. She spanks me hard with the riding crop. Sometimes it hurts so bad I have trouble staying upright, but she just keeps going. After some particularly hurtful spanks that made me cry out and almost drop to my knees if I weren't tied to the ceiling, she decides to release my ties. My shoulders hurt real bad when I finally move my arms down since I've been in that position for almost an hour. She's still behind me and pushes my head forward, telling me to bend over. I do and she inspects her work, then spanks me hard with her hand. Over and over again. She tells me to stand back up and roughly pushes me forward to the bedroom and towards the bed. She throws me on it, then pulls my legs so I'm laying on my stomach. Apparently she took the riding crop with her, because she's hitting the back of my legs with it again. This time I can move and I struggle. I move away from her and the pain, but no matter how I move, she always manages to hit a new painful spot.

After hurting me sufficiently enough, she takes my underwear off, pushes me down again and sits on my ass in just her underwear. She grabs my hair and pushes my face into the sheets, grinding her crotch against my ass. Then, she feels between my legs "God, you're such a whore." She teases my clit and my entrance, never entering me despite me moving my hips back against her. "What? Can't open your mouth?" I know she wants me to beg. "... Please, Daddy.." "Please what?" "Please, Daddy. Fuck me... Please." "What was that?" "Please fuck me Daddy." "Louder." "Please fuck me Daddy". I feel her fingers on my entrance again. "Louder!". "Please fuck me Daddy.". Suddenly, her fingers are inside me, hitting my G spot. She fucks me hard and I cum fast. It's been almost three weeks since I've had her inside me. I squirt and she makes me cum again and again. At some point she tells me to lay on my back.

I turn around, her whole hand still inside me. I can't help but moan from the sensation of her hand turning inside me. Once I'm on my back she adjusts her position and fucks me hard again. My mind is dizzy and tears are running down my cheeks at this point from all the pleasure. She makes me cum and squirt so much. I'm so far gone, I don't even really feel it anymore and only know from her reaction and the wetness on my thighs that it's basically pouring out of me. When she finally stops I'm spent. I'm shivering and after getting a towel she wraps me in a blanket and holds me.

#it felt so good to finally have her inside me again #realized it's hard for me to relax and really enjoy the pain when I'm standing tho #i don't think i can fly like that #lesbian nsft #dyke nsft #wlw bd/sm #sapphic nsft #lesbian bd/sm #lesbian d/s #wlw d/s #sapphic bd/sm #wlw nsft #sapphic d/s #knife play. #sub original

[gunraekae]

love transcending time - aka ikevamp unnecessarily narrated

>ikemen vampire

>everyone x reader

>a/n: dont mind me just leaving my cave to post this

trust i have a headcanon style post in the works and uploaded sometime in the next week or so, i'm just a bit overwhelmed with term papers and stuff sorryyy

enjoy and have a wonderful day dear

Chapter II: The Banquet

At the foot of the staircase was the mysterious gentleman I encountered at the Louvre. He gave a pointed glance to the men. At the sight of him, a wave of relief surged through me and I ran down the staircase towards him. 

“It’s you!” I hurried down and stopped short in front of him. Suddenly remembering my composure, I clarified the situation, “Pardon, but do you remember me? We met in front of the ‘Coronation of Napoleon’ and you helped me.” 

 I was met with a warm smile, “Of course I remember you.” Alright, I can ask him about an exit—any exit—and I can get a ride back to my aunt. 

Before I could ask him for directions, my saviour “Leon,” stepped in between us. “She says she came here through your door. Did you bring her?” His tone, and the way he hid me from the prying eyes of everyone, all of it feels as if he was… protecting me. 

“I did not. I can give you my oath if you wish,” the gentleman mused, “her arrival is just as surprising to me.” 

“Then how did she get here?” Although the men didn’t seem hostile, what they were talking about still made me uneasy. What did they mean by “his” door? And why did they talk about “my arrival” as if it was an impossible feat? Where even am I? I don’t understand at all. Something is very wrong here. I just need to get out. At the new wave of apprehension, I remember my aunt. She must be so worried. How long has it even been? I rummaged around my pocket for my phone. 2:50 pm. No signal. What is going on? 

I found the last ounce of courage I had and interjected, “You’ve been very kind, but I really can’t stay. I was supposed to meet up with someone. We’re still in the 1st arrondissement, yes? Where the Louvre is? That door there, does it lead outside?” I asked my questions rapidly before anyone could interrupt me. 

His expression turned difficult, “Hmm… I’m afraid the answers you seek will only confuse you more.” My pleading gaze met the gentleman’s golden eyes. “This isn’t the place for a long discussion, however. Would you join me for dinner, chère?” I asked a yes or no question. Any rationality left in my mind crumbled, and it seemed to show on my face, as the gentleman hurriedly added, “Tonight’s banquet is a rare occasion for us. But afterward, I will answer all your questions. S’il vous plait.” With a sigh, I resigned myself to his wishes. After all, if there was any person who knew my predicament, it was him. 

Having owned a travel blog, I’d been to many hotels, from the hidden gems to the 5-star establishments, I’d seen it all. The gentleman’s dining room was unlike anything I’d ever seen. A stretching room with a long, clothed table with fourteen high-backed wooden chairs framing it. The mahogany walls had intricate wooden carvings around the high ceiling, and a warm atmosphere coated the room with the chandeliers and the candelabras. Four men were already seated. 

The beautiful pianist with the sharp tongue sat at the far end, secluded from the others. He was true to his statement from before—he truly looked displeased in being here. 

Around the centre of the table sat two men beside each other. 

“Must’ve been something pretty important to keep us waiting here. One second longer and I would’ve left.” The first man’s voice was familiar, being the Englishman’s companion in the hallway I entered. His husky voice, with the Dutch accent, matched his appearance—domineering and brusque. He had slicked-back, brown hair and steely blue eyes with a cold expression. He donned a long grey coat, fastened with gold accessories on top of a dark blue sweater, layered over a neat white button-up; basically, what a sensible businessman would wear if he was born a century ago. His tall stature and strong build were noticeable, with him being the largest of the men so far. 

“Now, now. Getting angry about dinner is not going to make the food come out any faster.” The second man seemed the exact opposite, being much easier on the eyes. He had fluffy blonde hair, and even though the two had the same blue eyes, this man was so warm, you almost couldn’t tell. His dimpled smile was almost angelic. He wore a shorter dark brown coat with a yellow sweater on top of a white shirt, but the most attention-grabbing piece was his long yellow scarf loosely wrapped around him. He was somewhat smaller than his presumed brother. 

“I have to be angry for two, mijn broer,” the gruff one said. The two Dutch brothers seemed close despite being polar opposites. 

The kind brother’s eyes landed on me, and he gave a welcoming smile, “Who’s that? Do we have a guest? It’s nice to meet you!” 

My uneasiness was somewhat alleviated by his warm character. He looked like the paintings of the angels I’d seen in the musée. A few words from him make me feel like everything’s better. We need more people like him. 

The fourth man was sat a little ways away from everyone, head down and eyes studying the piece of tablecloth he was fiddling with. He looked slightly younger than the others, his innocent cherry eyes matched his auburn hair. He wore a sensible white button-up with a grey vest that had a red lapel. A golden button of an apple was stitched to the collar, giving his otherwise professional outfit an almost adorable finish. 

His gaze darted around the room, briefly meeting mine then quickly returning to the tablecloth, “Whoever you are, have you considered sitting down? There’s a queue behind you waiting to get in, you know.” His voice was light and airy with a crisp English accent. 

The Englishman’s chipper voice greeted the shy boy, “Newt, old boy, you do care!” 

He bristled, “Can you desist calling me that wretched—!” “Newt” placed his hands on the table, as though intending to stand up. 

A disciplinary clap sounded behind me. “That will be enough of that, you two. I require good manners at my table.” The gentleman gave everyone a warning look masked by his cordial smile. “Let’s be seated. There’s a few empty chairs, but we’ll have to start the toast without them.” The butler had already snuck into the kitchen, presumably preparing the dinner. The Englishman sat beside the gruff Dutch brother while “Leon” sat beside the shy boy. He gave me a warm glance as if reassuring me that I was safe here. I couldn’t muster up a smile, so instead I gave him a timid nod. Meanwhile, the gentleman gently placed a hand on my back and guided me to a seat beside his, which was at the head of the table. 

The various personalities together seemed as if they wouldn’t mesh well together, but surprisingly, with everyone seated down, it felt like they were all a family. 

“A vôtre santé!” The gentleman raised a glass filled with golden champagne in a toast. A chorus of toasts responded to him by the men. While most of the men kept drinking, the pianist took one sip before quickly placing down his glass. Not quite trusting the gentleman from his elusiveness, but wanting to be courteous, I pretended to take a sip instead. I was too wary. Too much didn’t make sense. It should be almost 3 in the afternoon, and yet I was having dinner in a strange mansion. I should have been at the Louvre with my aunt, and now I’m dining with seven strange men. Interrupting my thoughts, the butler brought out the first course. To say the food looked like a culinary masterpiece was doing it injustice. It was a classic French spread, the sort that I had at the hotels but somehow even better. Still, I remained wary and didn’t make a move. Instead, I turned my attention to my companions. Who are all these men? They seemed normal, if not odd, but their appearances were so unusual. And they were all from different countries, so was this an international meeting of some kind? They don’t seem to be friends, but it felt like there was an ambiguous intimacy between them all. The gentleman, noticing my uneasiness, inclined his glass my way. 

“Let us toast to tonight’s most glorious and miraculous encounter. Santé.” His alluring gaze was comforting, if not off-putting in its warmth. “...à la vôtre.” With such a direct toast, it was impolite not to respond in turn. I timidly raised my glass to his. He finished the rest of his champagne, locking his gaze with mine. Feeling guilty and slightly charmed, I took a small sip of mine. Unfortunately, it tasted wonderful. 

I turned back towards the food laid out in front of me. My stomach quietly grumbled; embarrassed, I looked around hoping no one noticed. Wishing to justify my hunger, I rationalized that it would be insulting if I didn’t eat. I tried the terrine. Pheasant with fresh basil. And it tasted as exquisite as it looked. The bisque was delicious too. You can taste the crab. It’s thickened just right! I closed my eyes. Whoever made this food should be as famous as Gordon Ramsay. My increasing satisfaction with the food was noticed by the gentleman, and awkwardly, I chirped, “My compliments to the chef.” The butler from earlier, who dutifully stood by the kitchen’s entry seemed to relax from his stiff composure. 

He chuckled, “he’ll be pleased to hear that.” Whether it was the champagne or his ardent smile, my nerves considerably eased. Maybe he’s just a harmless nobleman and I’m overthinking everything. Really, if you looked at this scene objectively, I was having a perfectly pleasant evening. Wasn’t this the sort of romantic adventure I was looking for in coming to Paris? 

At the gentleman’s words, the men’s amicable chatter was silenced. “You’ve outdone yourself again Sebastian.” His disarming charisma powered over the room. He looked over the men and said, “I believe we should take this opportunity to introduce ourselves to our guest. I will start us off. Everyone has taken to calling me Comte de Saint-Germain.” Comte? A whole count? Maybe that explains this old-word aura he has. “And once again, it’s a pleasure to meet you, chèrie.” 

“Oh no, the pleasure’s all mine, Comte,” I mumbled, slightly flustered at his manners and my lack of it. I could feel the manor’s members’ eyes on me, and my face warmed at the attention. God, I’m making such a fool of myself. Le Comte de Saint-Germain next turned to his servant. 

“This hard-working butler and the chef of tonight’s excellent banquet is Sebastian,” he fondly introduced. The stern butler from earlier formally bowed. 

“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” he said. He spoke English with a faint Japanese accent. The butler Sebastian—how conveniently named. 

The Comte turned back towards me, “It occurs to me we haven’t heard your name yet. I’d be pleased to know it.” 

There can’t be any harm in telling them that. “I’m… MC,” I clumsily introduced myself. I avoided the eyes of everyone in the room, incredibly self-conscious and still apprehensive. 

“That’s such a pretty name,” the kind Dutch brother piped up. His angelic face, which was sat across from me, was the first to reply, “I wasn’t expecting someone like you to turn up here. I hope we can be friends.” I finally raised my head and met his eyes to be polite, and his expression looked relieved at that. “I’m Vincent van Gogh, I’m a painter. It’s really nice to meet you.” I almost choked on my spit. A painter… named Vincent van Gogh. Is this some kind of themed event? Hoping not to seem offensive at my clumsy actions, I mustered a smile back. He seemed too kind to deserve my stupidity. “And this is my little brother. Go on, Theo, introduce yourself.” 

“Vincent” gently nudged his brother, the gruff Dutch businessman. 

“Theodorus van Gogh. I’m an art dealer. Don’t confuse me with my brother.” 

“I’ll, uh, try my best.” They couldn’t be more opposite. I’m not confusing you two. “You’re not getting anything else from me. Introduction’s over.” To hammer in his point, he took a pocket watch from his coat and tapped it repeatedly, tap-tap-tap, to show that he had better things to do. How could Vincent be older? Theo had me pegged as the older brother with his seriousness. Realizing I was staring at the two of them in puzzlement, my gaze returned to the table. 

Sitting to the right of Theodorus was the shy boy, “Newt,” who was difficult to make eye contact with, the both of us too nervous. If he could’ve curled up into a ball to be swallowed up by the ground, he would have. That being said, doesn’t he live here? I had more of a reason to be afraid of him than he was of me. “I’m Isaac. Isaac Newton. I study physics.” 

“Nice to meet you… Isaac,” I choked out. A physicist named Isaac. They can’t possibly be serious. Despite the absurdity of this situation, I was still fearful of being deemed impolite. “Wait. Should that be ‘Sir Isaac—?’” 

Suddenly, one of the dining room windows burst open. To my surprise, a man climbed in from the outside. I flinched from my seat and quickly glanced around to gauge everyone’s reactions. To my surprise, not a single person looked even remotely startled. The man, who had dark hair and strikingly yellow eyes chuckled sheepishly as he struggled through the window. He had such an easygoing smile that betrayed his serious eyes. He had an old Taisho-style kimono, with a dark purple haori, black hakama, and an unbuttoned white shirt. “Well, well, would you look at that? I’m a little late, aren’t I?” He’d just about fully entered the room when his sleeve got stuck, “...In we go.” He pulled at it comically, his actions humorously exaggerated and ineffective. 

“God’s Truth, can’t you use a door?” Isaac sighed. 

“And keep everyone waiting? No, no, the window’s a much faster entrance.” He smiled, nonchalant about his sleeve still caught by the window. He caught my bewildered eyes. I sat back down, but couldn’t wrench my eyes away from the bizarre scene. “Oh, hello there, young one. Why, I’m happy to see you here. How’s your dinner been?” 

“It’s…good,” I sputtered out. 

“Isn’t it? Well, it’s a Sebas-kun meal, so you really can’t expect anything less. You wouldn’t believe how fast his cooking gets gobbled up here.” He nonchalantly mused and sat on Isaac’s right, who then slithered away from him. 

“Not to worry, you arrived just in time. We were just introducing ourselves to our new guest here.” 

“In that case, I’m Osamu Dazai, just a poor writer struggling to make his way in the world.” His eyes closed with his carefree smile, which made him all the more handsome. 

“Osamu Dazai. The writer. Okay.” I took a quick swig of my champagne. If I had to listen to the rest of these wild introductions I needed to be less sober. Should I have introduced myself as Marie Antoinette or something? I took a quick glance at the “van Gogh” brothers, who had started this odd chain of improv introductions. His smile seemed too innocent to be trying to fool me like this. Who the hell are these people? Is this some sort of prank? I glanced back at my now-empty glass. Was there something in my drink? 

Skipping several empty chairs was the beautiful and cold pianist I’d met earlier. The Englishman called him “Wolfie,” but I bet that’s probably short for—

“Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Composer.” Called it. His character seemed the least to play along in whatever nonsense chain the others made up. Of course, the pianist would be called Mozart. 

“...Hello, Mozart,” two words I never thought I’d utter in my life. 

The cheeky Englishman from earlier, who was practically buzzing with excitement piped up, “I do believe I’m next! I’m Arthur Conan Doyle. Mystery writer.” I pursed my lips and looked down at the table, uncertain whether I should laugh or sigh. “And don’t call me Sir, just Arthur. As long as I get to call you MC.” I quickly glanced up at him, and his eyes twinkled with delight. He, I could see was capable of making up this joke. But then, did that mean everyone was lying to me? No, not lying. They have to be pseudonyms. I looked around once again at everyone. 

Vincent. 

Theodorus. 

Isaac.

Dazai.

Mozart. 

Arthur. 

They have to be. Maybe they have to use fake names to keep their real identities a secret for some important reason. 

“I believe that leaves you.” Le Comte’s silky voice interrupted my racing thoughts. Only my hero remained. My protector. He was the only one who was genuinely on my side. The one who wanted me to get out of here. He promised to answer my questions. I trusted him, albeit instantly. But he couldn’t possibly lie to me too. 

With his eyes that hid nothing, my saviour looked at me and said, “Napoleon. Napoleon Bonaparte… I’m a soldier.” 

#cybird ikemen #ikemen series #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen vampire x reader #ikevamp x reader #ikemen vampire arthur #ikemen vampire mozart #ikemen vampire napoleon #ikemen vampire vincent #ikemen vampire theo #ikemen vampire comte #ikemen vampire sebastian #ikemen vampire isaac #ikevamp isaac

[riveranova]

(A/N): Because CHRONOS might take a little longer I come bearing this gift as an apology, hehe. Some go' ol' Licht smut!

Riding Lessons - Licht Klein x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut | minors DNI, riding (obviously lmao), mentions of bruises

Character: Licht Klein, Ikemen Prince

Word count: 1.540

"I'm telling you; he hates me!"

''You just don't try hard enough''

,,I beg your pardon?!''

"He can feel it"

,,Licht! Why aren’t you on my side here?!''

You have been practicing riding with Licht since the early hours of the morning. You've been wanting to try it for a while but didn't want to bother Licht because he already had enough work to do as is. However, one day when he saw you practicing (and failing) alone with a rather wild mare, he forced you to practice with him, so he could watch over you.

Licht found a stallion who was generally quite calm and saddled him up for you. However, after you mastered mounting up, the disaster began. The otherwise calm animal didn't seem to like the idea of you on his back at all and tried to get you off him in every way possible.

Luckily there was Licht, who usually caught you immediately.

"I'm not on his side," he defended himself as he picked you up off the ground and took the horse's reins. "you're just too nervous for him".

Grumbling, you stood up and brushed the sand from the training ground off your new breeches. ,,Oh I’m sorry. I'll try to fall off his back calmly. That surely makes it easier'' you sighed and grabbed the reins. Licht smiled softly and patted your head, "Don't give up. Come on, I'll help you up again''.

It was getting late when Licht and you went into the stable together to clean the horse and put him in his box. You managed to stay on the horse’s back for an entire five minutes. After that, the animal probably got bored and threw you to the ground, only to trot out to Licht and stood behind him – looking awfully smug.

Licht insisted that you rested while he combed the horse's brown mane and coat. It wasn't until you sat down on the wooden box next to the two that you realized how much your limbs hurt. You whimpered softly as you pressed on one of your fresh bruises. Licht looked over his shoulder "You went through a lot today, huh?" he gently brushed some hair off your face and cupped your chin in his hand. He slowly turned it towards him to kiss you on the forehead. "Wait, I'll take you to my room. Then I'll take care of you'' with a last little smile, he turned back to the animal and led it into one of the empty boxes. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire. Licht had always been a bit reserved - only recently, since the two of you were a couple, did he start opening up to you. Small gestures like kissing your forehead or random headpats were becoming the norm now, but they would always be special to you.

A little later, Licht closed the stable doors and, without warning, lifted you into his arms. "I can walk, it's fine-!" came your protest, Licht looked down at you "I know". With a sigh you accepted your fate and Licht carried you into his room.

Once there, he sat you down on his small sofa and opened a drawer. He glanced at you when he noticed you were staring at him, ‘’Get undressed’’. You blinked at him, and Licht sighed, "How else am I supposed to put lotion on your scratches?" Slowly you came out of your stupor and started to laugh a little ,,Hahaha... haha, right! That makes sense! Haha…''. Licht turned back to his closet, a grin on his face "You weren't thinking of anything else, were you?" He closed the drawer and came back with a small bag. You slowly began to undo the buttons of your jacket, while Licht's gaze did not leave your body. "You... could wear pants more often," he murmured. Your eyes shot to his. A light, rosy tone made itself present on his cheeks and he cleared his throat, ,,...What?''. You pushed your jacket off your shoulders "I usually wear dresses or skirts...I think that suits a prince's girlfriend better than-" you couldn't finish your thought because Licht grabbed your arm and started putting cream on your bruises while grumbling, "What are you talking about? You can wear whatever you want. It's nobody's business what you wear.''. Smiling sightly you turned your head to the window ,,You're right... if you don't mind, then I'd like to wear some more often...!''. Licht cleared his throat ,,I said wear what you want. I… am all for it,” he mumbled the last part, putting the bag on the table and looked down at your legs. ,,Your pants. Take them off too''. With red cheeks you unbuttoned them, Licht's gaze was heavy on your thighs.

When your pants were lying next to the jacket on the armrest, Licht pulled one of your legs up onto his lap and started putting cream on it. "There aren’t as many on your legs as on your arms… '' he murmured and you gave a short laugh, ''Yeah, lucky me I fell on my face rather than my legs, huh?''. Licht looked up, his features unsure, "I didn't mean it like that...''. You giggled, pulled him towards you and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I know, don't worry" you giggled as you wanted to lean back, but Licht's hands wrapped around your waist and with a jerk you were sitting on his lap. "L-Licht?" You stopped giggling, cheeks flushed and you turned slightly to face him. Burning red eyes looked down at you, something hungry in them. "I still have to take care of your thighs"' even his voice sounded a lot lower than before as he started treating your thighs. You notice that he was squeezing much harder than he had to - almost as if he was massaging hem. His touch alone made you feel heat between your thighs. Licht's breath was hot on your neck as he placed small kisses on it. "All day I see you running around in those pants... Do you know how hard it was not to drag you into the stables and fuck in the hayloft?" his voice was as low as a growl. You caught your breath as his fingers wandered higher and higher up your thighs. You clenched your thighs and turned on his lap, "Why didn't you say anything?" Licht blinked briefly and then laughed, ‘’So I could have just told you?'' Suddenly he stood up with you on his lap and sat down on his bed with you. "You're not very good with horses yet, but I know you're pretty good at riding other things." Your face grew hot - you were sure your face could rival a tomato. That statement was so unlike Licht, it certainly did something to you. It was clear what Licht was getting at and the longer you sat on his lap, the clearer your own arousal became.

Licht seemed to notice this as well, as he sat himself in the middle of his bed only to have you sit directly on his already hard cock, which was making itself  present in his pants. A shiver ran down your spine – partly because you were almost completely naked. Licht cocked his head to the side, "And? Are you ready for part two of your riding lessons?''.

Licht's hands were heavy on your thighs, the sounds of skin slapping against skin was all you could hear. With one hand in front of your mouth and your eyes half open, you rode him up and down in an uneven rhythm while Licht's hands made sure you stayed on your lap so that you didn't just tip over to the side. His eyes took in the sight of you, never leaving your body once. Except for a slight growl here and there, he hardly made any noise. He preferred to listen to your moans, which almost sounded like whining, because you were so full of lust that you couldn't manage to get out a moan.

One of Licht's hands left your thigh and wrapped around your waist lead you down onto his chest. The hand you held in front of your mouth left and clawed at the bed sheets next to Licht's chest. You buried your face between his neck and shoulder. Licht kept letting you set the pace, waiting for you to start moving again. You were both close to your climax when he started thrusting into you from below, making you emit a loud moan. He matched your rhythm and grabbed your ass with his still free hand while the other began massaging your thigh.

A little while later, you came with a long groan, giving Light enough time to pull out of you and come between your stomachs with a deep growl.

With shaking arms, you sat up and looked at him. His head was laying slightly sideways on his pillow and he looked at you with half-open eyes. He pulled you in to kiss you on the lips, only to pull away a little to whisper against them.

"Our riding lessons are really paying off, aren't they?"

#cybird ikemen #ikemen prince #ikemen series #Licht Klein #Licht Klein x Fem! Reader #Smut #Licht Smut #IkePri #IkePri Smut #Fem! Reader

[21st-century-ninja]

Hello! I'm new to the Ninjago fandom and I love your writing. I hope I'm not overstepping but couldn't stop thinking about an AU where after Lloyd gets kicked out of Darkely's he winds up being taken in by Mystake - she finds him wandering around or something. And then Lloyd learns a bit about his oni/dragoni heritage earlier than in canon which may/may not affect the way the prophecy of the Green Ninja plays out.

hiiii anon who sent me this june 15th and has no doubt forgotten all about this: heyo super belated welcome to the fandom!!!!! the belatedness is all my fault for running away with this super-awesome prompt -- I ended up using it more as an inspiration than anything else, even though I tried to stick closer to it, but hey the inspo works where it will :D it's a super cool idea and if anyone else wants to take a stab at it have at it! I hope if you find this you enjoy it regardless.

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There’s a boy staring at him in the tea shop.

Wu sees him first through the dusty slats of shelves, a popping spot of brightness against the time-faded walls and wood of Mystake’s abode.  He’s shocking, and not just because of his youth, but because for all of Wu’s years coming here, he’s never seen another person in the shop.

Who is he, he wonders, pretending to browse through packets.  A neighbor?  A grandchild? The boy doesn’t look necessarily like Mystake - Wu spies wispy blond hair peeking out around the edges of his hood - and Wu never knew her to marry, but then again he knows there’s much he’s missed in his old friend’s life.

He grips his staff at the flyaway thought, exhaling his inner turbulence the way Father always taught him to.  No.  The past is the past, and to dwell on it is just to waste time he doesn't have.  

He sets down the packet he’s holding.  He’s here for something specific, and it’s not something he can find on these shelves.

He steps to the counter.  Mystake is there, besides the child, and she lifts her eyes from her solitaire game when he drops his coins in front of her.  

“Well, well, well,” she drawls.  “Look who the cat dragged in.”  She pushes her cards aside.  “What do you want, old fool?”

Wu feels his lips twitch into a smile.  “Old, perhaps, but not yet as old as you.”

She barks a laugh.  “And yet you don’t deny the fool allegation.”  

“I would be a fool to do so.”  He sets his staff against the counter, and leans in to her.  “An order of eventualitea would be welcome.”

Mystake’s eyes widen, only noticeable to Wu from his decades of knowing her.  She gives him a considering look before nodding, once, to herself, and padding off.  Her muttering trails off as she disappears into the back.

With nothing left to distract him, Wu finally gives in to his urge to look at the child.  

He’s short.  That’s the first thing Wu processes, shorter even than he looked from across the room, and despite the large hoodie appears to be rather stringy.  His eyes, their color indiscernible in the shadow of his hood, dart away as soon as Wu looks his way.

Shy? Wu wonders.  Or perhaps just not used to people.  For a moment his heart had leapt a beat, seeing that blond hair, but this child is much too small to be eight years of age.

“Hello there,” he says, as the boy’s gaze creeps back up.  He musters a smile, but the boy’s eyes widen and he ducks his head.  Mystake, returning, looks between the two of them and raises a wizened eyebrow.  Wu clears his throat.

“Pardon me.  I was just trying to meet your companion here.”

Mystake’s eyebrow climbs higher.  “Hm.  Looks more like you scared him to me.”

“Hey, I wasn’t scared!” protests the boy, finding his voice at last.  His voice is nasally, and he trips over his words as he rushes to get them all out.  “I was just – just staying quiet!”

“And not responding to your elders?”  Mystake sighs.  “What did I say about being polite to customers?”

The boy stares at the counter.  “But you’re not,” he mumbles.

Mystake laughs sharply.  “Oh?  I see how it is.”  She turns to Wu with a dry look and the tea leaf packet.  “You must forgive my idiot apprentice.  He’s still new.”

“Of course.”  Wu pockets it, and smiles.  “He was no bother.  Thank you, Mystake.”

“Don’t mention it,” she sniffs.  “Just clear out of here before you wither away on my floor.”

“Hey!” protests the child, and Mystake smacks him on the arm.  He glowers at her, and Wu feels his breath catch.  Old memories stir, painful memories, and suddenly he doesn’t care to linger any longer.

“I will see you later,” he says, stepping to the door.

Mystake waves him out, not really paying attention as she starts bickering with her apprentice.  Wu shuts the door.  He closes his eyes, breathing out slowly again.  A moment passes, and then he takes up his staff and starts home.

It’s only after Wu’s halfway back that he realizes he never learned the child’s name.

---

The boy is gone the next time he comes.

Not that Wu was looking for him.  It’s just something to note when he enters the shop: the shelves are all stocked, flies buzz lethargically at the window, and Mystake is alone today at the counter.  

He idles by the front as Mystake gets his order.  The weather is turning warmer, and melting snow pools on the windowsill.  Wu tracks the condensation running down the panes, the way that the flies track water across the wood.  When Mystake returns to the counter to wrap his tea in brown paper, Wu turns her eyes to her curiously.

“Is your apprentice out today?” 

A familiar scowl settles across Mystake’s face.  “My apprentice?” she repeats, attacking the paper with scissors.  “Never had an apprentice in my life.”

Wu’s lips quirk.  “Of course.”  The game returns to him, the plot of a book thought long-forgotten.  “How my memory goes sometimes.”

“Hm.”  Mystake seals the wrapping.  She gives him a pointed look.  “Maybe it would do you well to take a break sometime, hm?” 

Wu leans more of his weight against his staff.  “If only I could,” he sighs.  “But no, I cannot yet.”

Mystake grunts.  “Ah, yes.  Your new students.”

Wu looks at her in some surprise.  Then he laughs deprecatingly.  “Of course.  They fought the serpentine first here, in your hometown.”

She gives him another meaningful look.  “Hm, and Garmadon’s son.”

Wu swallows.  “Yes,” he admits.  “That is true.”

“Hung him up on a bladesign, they did!” she says.  “Took me the better part of an hour to get him down, hmph.”

“You saw him?” Wu exclaims, forgetting his embarrassment and leaning forward with shock.  “You helped him?”

Mystake’s eyes track a fly as it bumbles around her head.  “Hm-hm.”

“Do you know where he is?”

She’s silent for a long moment.  The fly’s buzzing fills the air in the interim.  “No,” she says at last, and Wu’s heart sinks.  “No, I’m afraid I do not.”

“Ah,” he says, leaning back, depleted.  To have his hopes so raised and dashed again – but it’s not Mystake’s doing, at least not intentionally.  

He remembers his manners and how to smile.  “Ah.  Well, thank you for letting me know.”

“Cheer up, you old fool,” Mystake says, and gruffly she presses the tea packet into his palm.  “You’ll find what you’re looking for, or have one of my teas ever failed you?”  

“No,” says Wu softly, looking down at the parcel.  “No, they have not.”

---

There are rats in the walls.  

Wu hears them as he tries to meditate – can hear only them, despite how he does his best to keep his focus and center himself.  Tiny feet skitter at the edges of his consciousness, and tiny teeth nibble away at his focus until he can think of little else.  He attempts to power through for a time until finally he gives up, wincing as he unfolds his legs and stands.  His empty teacup goes on the table beside the near-empty pot of eventualitea.

Eventualitea.  Once, it had shown him a vision of his brother plotting his return to the overworld.  Wu had acted accordingly, gathering his four protectors of the Golden Weapons, and the vision had proved to be true.  By drinking that tea and bending his mind towards Garmadon, Wu had saved the world.

There’s no reason it shouldn’t work again, but the visions that come to him this time are not the same.  Confusing images assault him, blurry distortions of the world that make it look many times its size, and dark clouds hovering before his eyes.  Jumbled words, as if underwater, fill his head – and the squeaking!  The horrible squeaking that invades his ears like a creaky door being thrown about by a toddler – no, this time the tea is loathe to work, and Wu can’t comprehend why.

(Or, he already does and he simply fears the answer.)

No.  Such thoughts have no place here.  Going to his door, Wu throws it open.  Right outside, all four of his students startle.  

“Sensei!” yelps Jay.  “Hey, I guess that answers the question of if you’re alive, ha ha.”

“Oh,” says Zane, lips pressing together mildly in the way Wu’s come to recognize as his confusion.  “Is that what we were doing?  But I could have told you that.”

“Right,” Cole says, with the dawning air of someone who’s forgotten something important.  “Yeah, no, that makes sense in hindsight.  Next time, buddy.”

Wu shakes his head tiredly.  “Enough,” he says.  “What are you doing now?  Have you completed all of your chores?”  

“Yeah,” says Kai, ever his straight-to-the-point student.  “We’re smoking the rats out now.”  He gestures, and Wu follows the path of his hand, down to where the Dragon Sword of Fire is propped against wood still green and disappearing into a hole in the wall.

Wu’s not sure whether to praise their ingenuity or smack them upside the head for having it at the expense of his father’s monastery.  

“Yeah, look at them!” exclaims Jay, holding up his hands.  A small rat, so small it could almost pass for a hamster if it were not for the tail, struggles in his hold, squeaking up a storm.  Jay lifts it up like a prize, bringing it towards his eyes and cooing.  

“Don’t hold it right next to your face!” snaps Kai.  “What if it bites you?  Do you know the diseases those things carry?”

Jay pouts.  “Aww, but they were always my friends back home.”

“What kind of home did you have?” 

“Enough,” says Wu again.  “Now is not the time for this.”  He surveys his students, the way that Kai scowls and Jay pouts and Cole rolls his eyes and Zane reaches out to take the rodent into his own protective hands.  “Thank you for doing this, but do not spend all your time here.  There are more pressing matters that deserve your attention.  Lloyd –”

“Is missing, we know, we know,” Kai says.

Wu sends him an admonishing look.  Kai swallows.  “Look,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest in a - most likely subconscious - attempt to make himself look larger.  “He’s probably still at his bad boy school, Sensei.  They just lied to you about it.  Like, isn’t that something a bad boy school would do?”

“That type of behavior does seem to align with all the presumed morals of a bad boy school,” admits Zane.

Kai claps him on the back, sending Zane stumbling forward.  “See?  Even Zane agrees with me!”

“Sensei,” says Cole awkwardly, “I get that he’s your nephew, but with all due respect, we’ve got bigger fish to fry.  More serpentine have been spotted at the outer villages.  Those people are the ones that need our help.”

Wu shakes his head.  “Of course we must help them.  But we also must find my nephew.  I’m disappointed in your attitudes, and yours in particular,” he says, turning to Kai.  “You know what it is like to have a missing family member.”

Kai reels like he’s been slapped.  

“Until Lloyd is accounted for, we will not stop searching for him,” Wu finishes.  “Do you understand?”

Cole exhales noisily.  “Yes, Sensei,” he intones, and the others echo him.

Wu turns to go back inside.  He hears Cole directing the others away behind him, and then the door shuts between him and he’s alone again.  

The last of the tea leaves weigh heavier than they should as he steps to the brazier for one last pot.  He waits for the water to heat, staring at the curling steam rising from the spout.  

That boy is the last of his family.  Without him, who does Wu have left?

The rats are silent as he reclaims his spot on his mediation carpet.

---

He returns to the tea shop the next morning.

Mystake is leaning against the counter.  She startles when he enters, springing to her feet and taking a step back.  “Oh.  You again.  Uh, hasn’t it only been a week?”

Wu nods, heavy.  “Unfortunately, my need for it prevails.”

He settles against the counter.  Mystake gets him his order.  She hems and haws over the register, chewing her lip as she rings him up.  “So, uh, what do you need all this tea for anyway?”

Wu sighs.  “At this point, I thought it would have been obvious.”  

She shoots a glance at him from the corner of her eye.  “Maybe.  But – but you should still tell me anyway.”

Wu shakes his head, long-resigned to the fickleness of Mistake’s moods.  “Aye, shall I?  What is there left for you to learn?  You know that I am in here to buy your tea every week, and also that my nephew is still unaccounted for, gone like a leaf in the wind.”  He bows his head, stares at his weathered hands.  “I must find him, Mystake.  He’s all I have left.”

There’s the sound of something dropping to the floor.  Mystake fumbles for the lid, returning with it wide-eyed.  “You want him?”

Is something not well with her?  Wu frowns, reaching over to help her place the lip on the canister again.  “I thought that had already been established,” he says a touch dryly.

Mystake nods.  Then she shakes her head.  “No.  No, I knew you were looking for him.  I just –” she swallows.  “Are you going to punish him, when – if you find him?”

“Punish him?” repeats Wu.  “For what?”

Mystake’s eyes skip over to the tea shelves.  “You know.  Running away from school and, uh, opening the Serpentine tombs?”

“Tomb,” corrects Wu, a little tersely.  “There’s no evidence that he opened any of the others past the Hypnobrai.”  He sighs.  “Maybe once, I would have.  But now –”  

He trails off.  How could he punish a child for releasing serpents, when he himself had done the same?  How could he hold a child accountable for initiating things beyond his comprehension, when he himself was the reason his father’s monastery was for long, long years so empty?

“You're the one who wants to fight his dad," Mystake says softly.  Wu comes out of his thoughts.  She stares at the paper-wrapped parcel in her hands, fiddling with the corner between her fingers.  “I just assumed –”

Wu’s heart pangs as it ever does at Garmadon’s mention.  “I don’t want to fight him,” he says.  Mystake, better than anyone else, knows the history of their relationship – has been there for nearly all the ups and downs.  “I still hold onto hope for my brother.  But even if his fate is doomed, that doesn’t mean I can’t save his son.”

“Tell him that,” she blurts.  

“Garmadon?” Wu asks.  “Aye, he already knows.  It’s one thing we’ve always agreed upon.”  His hands ache with the memory of casting his brother down, his heart with the remembrance the strangled promise exacted from him moments before the ground sealed shut.

Look how well you’ve kept that, he chides himself.

Mystake looks taken aback.  Her eyebrows screw up and she tugs her lip between her teeth, and she thrusts the packet of tea leaves suddenly forward.  “No.  Lloyd.  Tell him everything you just told me.”

Wu takes the leaves, laughing slightly despite himself.  “Oh?  And how do you suppose I do that, seeing as he’s the reason I’m here?”

He expects her to laugh too, or to shoo him off.  But she smiles a slow, tentative smile, and her red eyes finally turn to his. 

“I don’t know.  Maybe -- maybe he'll turn up sooner than you think.”

#ninjago #fic #my fic #wu #mystake #lloyd

[underworld-park-offical]

TWEEK: Ugh

TWEEK: Fuck

TWEEK: Of course he wanted to meet me HERE of all places

TWEEK: Big spooky forest were he could potentially mug and murder me

TWEEK: Great

TWEEK: Fucking

TWEEK: Fantastic

TWEEK: HEY!!

TWEEK: GET OUTTA HERE OMINOUS FIGURE!!

TWEEK: YOU CAN'T HAVE MY PUDDIN!!

???:  ╤ ╝╤: …

TWEEK: YEAH YOU!!! I'M TALKING TO YOU!!

TWEEK: GET LOST!! TWEEK: I TOLD YOU, YOU CAN'T HAVE MY PUDDIN!! TWEEK: FUCK OUTTA HERE!!!

TWEEK: Whuh-

TWEEK: Oh

TWEEK: There  you are 

PIP: Yeah, I'm here  bitch

TWEEK: Why did you wanna meet me here anyway?

TWEEK: You want to fucking kill me or something?

PIP: No?

TWEEK: Oh what a surprise

PIP: Shut the fuck up PIP: Get over here PIP: I don't want to be seen getting shouted at by a deformed looking sewer rat

TWEEK: Rude…

TWEEK: Alright fine

TWEEK: I'm coming you fucking brit..

PIP: I hope you die tripping over a stick on your way over

TWEEK: Why do you hate us so much?

PIP: Pardon?

TWEEK: Don’t act dumb!

TWEEK: All you’ve done since you’ve gotten to Hell was bitch at and berate us!

TWEEK: And STOP walking around with all your demon shit! 

TWEEK: YOU’RE GONNA GET US KILLED!

PIP: We can't die, moron

PIP: Didn't you say that to Thomas already?

TWEEK: …

TWEEK: Estella's safety psas fucked me up worse than I thought

PIP: Anywhom

PIP: I wanted to meet up with you for a one on one 

TWEEK: A what

PIP: A one on one

PIP: Where we just

PIP: Talk?

PIP: Have you never  had a one to one conversation with someone before you sentient block of fermented cheese?

TWEEK: No?

TWEEK: And also

TWEEK: Don’t call me that

PIP: You smell of shitstain and dogwater 

PIP: Have you been hanging out with Clyde?

TWEEK: What?

TWEEK: NO!

PIP: Don’t act with me

PIP: I can smell him from a mile away

PIP: Please don't say you're catching feelings for that tone deaf scene kid uncle fucker

TWEEK: I…

TWEEK: I mean…

TWEEK: Maybe a little?

PIP: Ohhhh lord, see me through this

TWEEK: His nightcore playlist is actually really good!!

PIP: He doesn't wipe his ASS. TWEEK.

TWEEK: It's not that big of a deal!

PIP: YES IT IS!

TWEEK: He’s really sweet..

TWEEK: I can excuse an unclean ass

PIP: I'm going to vomit all over your jacket, that is disgusting.

TWEEK: He really isn't as bad as people say he is!

PIP: He is an unwashed manchild

PIP: And it's rubbing off on you  too

PIP: God, I can smell the fact your music taste has worsened

PIP: ( sniff sniff  )  Nope

PIP: That's just fermented pudding on your head

TWEEK: I like puddin :D 

PIP: Come on

TWEEK: What?

TWEEK: Where are we going???

PIP: To the laundromat

PIP: The laundromat

PIP: So we can wash the fucking stench of nightcore and cringe off of you

PIP: Come now

PIP: We can’t bring you back to the others smelling like a gamer stuck to their sofa

TWEEK: I don't understand…

TWEEK: What even is a laundro… laun…. laundre….. laun….

TWEEK: AGHHH!!

TWEEK: WHATEVER YOU SAID!!!

PIP: Laundromat you poor

PIP: Stinky

PIP: Stupid

PIP: Summer child

TWEEK: ????

PIP: It's a place where you wash your nasty clothes

TWEEK: What???

TWEEK: You can just???

TWEEK: DO THAT???

PIP: Yes, yes, my dumpster dwelling nuisance, you can do that!

TWEEK: UNHOLY SHIT THIS IS AWESOME!

TWEEK: I CAN JUST LIKE

TWEEK: THROW MY CLOTHES IN THERE??? TWEEK: AND THEY COME OUT CLEAN???

PIP: Not exactly…

PIP: You have to put them into a machine

PIP: The machines do all the work FOR you

PIP: Because, well, 

PIP: Most are too incompetent to do something as simple as washing their clothes

TWEEK: WOAHHH

TWEEK: UNHOLY

TWEEK: TAKE ME INTO THE LAUNDRY MATE RIGHT NOW

PIP: ….

PIP: The

PIP: …

PIP: The what ?

TWEEK: The

TWEEK: The laundry mate

PIP: That

PIP: No

PIP: That's not what it's called

PIP: It's laundromat

PIP: Say it with me

PIP: Laun

TWEEK: Laun

PIP: Dro

TWEEK: Dro

PIP: Mat

TWEEK: Mat

PIP: Okay, now say it faster

PIP: Laun

TWEEK: Laun

PIP: Dro

TWEEK: Dro

PIP: Mat

TWEEK: Mat

PIP: Laundromat!

TWEEK: Lawn dre mat!

PIP: …

PIP: Why do I even bother

TWEEK: What?? What did I say??

PIP: I swear to god Tweek, when we get inside that fucking laundromat I will shove you into the fucking washing machine and watch you DROWN

TWEEK: What?

PIP: You heard me you incompetent fucking POKÉMON 

PIP: Come here. Now.

TWEEK: Eeeeeehhhhh

TWEEK: Eeeeeggehhhh

TWEEK: Eeegrrrhhghhh

TWEEK: ….

TWEEK: Do I get 

TWEEK: …

TWEEK: Do…

TWEEK: Do I…

TWEEK: Do I get a…

TWEEK: Do I get a puddin’ out of it?

PIP: …

PIP: Are you

PIP: SHITTING ME??

PIP: ….

PIP: Of course!

TWEEK: Really???

TWEEK: I get a puddin’???

PIP: No.

TWEEK: Awhhh… 

PIP: I'll shove your corpse into the dryer when i'm done with it

TWEEK: ….What did you say?

PIP: I will watch you cough up fucking bubbles

PIP: You get no pudding

PIP: I hope you die

TWEEK: ( Crying )

PIP: SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU BAKUGOU CLONE

TWEEK: ( Uglier crying ) PIP: UGHHHH

PIP: FIIIIIINE PIP: I'LL GET YOU YOUR FUCKING PUDDING AT DENNY'S PIP: WILL YOU STOP CRYING NOW?!?!?

TWEEK: ( Gasp )

TWEEK: YAY!! PUDDIN!!

PIP: You can even dumpster dive for it like the rat  you are

TWEEK: YIPPIEEE!!

(Edits by @pissblanket)

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