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Nectar and Bane - Pt. 1

Pairings: Hunter!König x Witch!Reader

Pt. 2

Summary: König is hired to hunt down a pesky witch by a warlock, who paints you as the most evil thing in the past three centuries. With the promise of finding true love (or, the closest thing the warlock can offer: a brainwashed woman who is forced to dote on the hunter), König sets out on his journey. However, you aren't what he was expecting at all, and he develops a newfound obsession with making you become his.

Warnings: dubcon, mentions of rape, manipulation, kidnapping, sex pollen (kinda? If you squint? not really, but better safe than sorry), corruption kink, mentions of blood and violence, mentions of consuming human organs, unrequited pining, angst at the end, death (not for main characters), cowgirl, missionary, mating press, biting, hair pulling, nipple play, power imbalance, handjob, obsessive thoughts and behaviour (please let me know if I missed any!)

Notes: thought I'd try my hand a fantasy au version of cod, or at least of König. This is really long (over 15000 words) so I split it into two parts. The next part is pretty much done, I'm just exhausted and wanted to at least crank out half. Let me know if you would like to be tagged in pt 2!

ps if anyone has any suggestions or tips on how to make collages or banners for fics, pleeeaseeee lmk

translations at the end

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Watch your every step. From the moment you step foot into those woods, you can’t trust anything you see.

That’s what the sorcerer had drilled into his head before he had begun his journey. He called you dangerous, cunning… “A sneaky, meddling bitch…” he had grumbled over the table in that crowded tavern.

Two small pouches, one of silver, one of gold, sat in between the two patrons on the table. Stains of ale and coffee rings littered the unvarnished wood. The wax of the thick candle had trickled down and formed small, hardened pools at the base – its flame flickered weakly, casting unflattering shadows against the man’s weathered features, and making the portentous hood covering König’s face only that much more ominous.

He'd listened warily as the sorcerer described the witch – you. Tens of centuries old, too much knowledge and too little wisdom to use it sensibly. You take whatever you want by whatever means possible, and your favored method was using your physical assets and the promise of sexual devotion to coerce those within your web to do your bidding. “Sometimes it’s for her personal gain – sometimes, she does it for fun.” The warlock added bitterly. “Akin to a serpent, she winds you into her embrace, and then crushes your bones before she swallows you whole, saving your heart for last.” You’d done it to him, ensnaring him into your alluring trap, before stealing his spellbooks, his potions, his most prized collections… and vanishing into thin air.

An enchantress, König had concluded.

The warlock’s request? “Kill her. And be quick with it. The sooner this earth is rid of that swine, the sooner we can all rest. And, better yet – bring me her eyes! Potent things, witches’ eyes can be – of course, that is if they’re still working. If the bitch has gone blind, don’t waste dulling your dagger. A handful of her hair would do just fine.”

König had killed much worse for much less, and this sounded like it would be on the simpler side of things. A few days’ worth of hunting and a quick, efficient kill – hopefully, one of his easier jobs, although with the way the sorcerer described you, that might not be. He’d dealt with magicians before; up until now, they had been rather boring to hunt – tedious, but nonetheless, boring. Most of the time, they tried to end him with some elaborate incantation in the few seconds remaining of their life after he’d ambushed them. His silver blade would be slicing across their throats before they could utter five syllables. They were always so intent on murdering their victims slowly and in a flashy manner. With König’s preference for a more immediate result, he was usually the one collecting the fingernails, teeth, and tongues.

(Over time, he’d had noticed that it was always sorcerers ordering the assassination of other sorcerers. He wondered why they had so much of an issue amongst themselves, but he didn’t question it. Whatever kept him fed and paid for his room, he would do it.)

The picture the warlock was painting of you, however, made you seem much craftier and more calculated. You couldn’t resist the glamorous ways of murder via magic – it was written in your nature as a witch. But you played the game with your charisma and wit, too; something magic users didn’t typically rely on (half of the time, because they weren’t charismatic, nor witty). You waited until your assailant would fall to your wicked charm, before dissecting him like nothing more than a toad for your cauldron. If not an easy kill, you at least sounded like you would be an exciting one – but König knew he could get something more from this client for killing you.

“What more can you offer me?” he asked.

The warlock chuckled. “The gold is insufficient, is it?” he leaned forward and hunched his shoulders, speaking in a hushed tone. “Tell me, what do you desire? Recognition and respect? Revenge against someone who’s crossed you? To bring back a loved one from the dead? Or, perhaps, to find a love of your own?”

König’s shoulders tensed, and the rest of the warlock’s utterances fell on deaf ears. Could he possibly give him a chance to find himself someone to love? Someone that he and only he can worship? It was true that he would be happier to live alone, in whatever way that would allow him to be independent of society… but the thought of being able to live alone with someone, someone who was devoted to him, someone who could decorate his hut with signs of life and warmth, someone with a kind smile and a sweet voice, someone who he could spend hours upon hours with, memorizing each curve of their body, the taste of their nectar on his tongue…

He called it love. Others would call him insane. He’d heard it all before – how no one would ever love him, given his profession, his awkwardness in carrying a conversation about anything normal other than how sharp his knives are, and how he uses them… that, and the fact that he never shows his face (“He must be hideous under there…” they would speculate). Nonetheless, he still craved the devotion of an obedient, warm body waiting for him in his cabin at the end of the day – once he did get a cabin. Why should he be denied what everyone else wants?

He knew he was a hypocrite; he couldn’t expect someone else to be so willing to leave everything and run away with him. Not with his insane ideations and obsessions – hell, not with who he was as a person. But if he killed enough healthy rabbits to keep her fed, and if he fucked her hard enough that her eyes rolled back into her head and she couldn’t muster enough strength to escape the mattress… would she ever care about what kind of man he was?

The warlock smiled slowly. “Of course… that’s what all of you sick bastards want.” He said, leaning back and folding his arms. “If it will seal our contract, I will give you whichever woman you choose. I’ll make her yours, and only yours, with unconditional love – even for your damned soul.”

A fair deal, König had thought. Which is exactly what had him currently trudging through the dense woods, searching for any traces of a witch – a sack with two loaves of bread and some apples hung over his shoulder, along with his well-worn tashka stuffed with the coin he had earned over time. His sword was strapped to his hip in its sheath, his dagger (a short sword, when it was compared to the average person) stuffed into the lead-lined, deerskin sheath on the side of his boot; and a pelt, heavy and thick, hung around his shoulders. All he had to his name.

König had done a day of research on you – testimonies and sightings of you ghosting the perimeter of the woods at an early age, hoping to lure some poor soul away as your very first victim. “I imagine she was a succubus in her previous life,” the warlock had spoken, “maybe too much of a whore for even the devil to handle.”

He had caught you one night by luring you to his cabin with the scent of a savory meal. Guessing by your inexperience, and the way you avoided using words as you snarled and thrashed in the warlock’s grip, he assumed you had not yet reached one hundred years old. You were still young and fresh-faced, appearing no more than twenty to human eyes. “After a few decent meals, and reintroducing her to the work of her past life – she’d settled in as the perfect student. It almost felt like having a pet.” He added with a smug smile.

König questioned how happy you were with being reintroduced to the work of your past, but he didn’t comment on it.

After living with the warlock as his student and whore for a few centuries, you turned into a strong, young witch. You didn’t care to go into town, preferring to stay at the cabin and watch over the brews whenever he had to make deliveries or run to the shops. The warlock had no complaints about your desire to stay holed up in his home – fewer people to ogle at you, fewer glimpses into a more civilized life that might tempt you to run away. He’d much rather you be a brooding, antisocial bitch, than watch one of his clients stare at you with a yellowed, lustful grin, like you were some harlot in the window of a brothel.

On one particular day, without any indication of what you were planning, he had returned home from his rounds to an empty cabin – not just empty of you, but of his potion stock, his rarest ingredients, and his most prized spellbooks. He’d run into the woods in fury, screeching your name and hurling threats into the trees around him – but you were gone. Not a trace of you could be found within a five mile radius of his home.

It was like you had never been there, save the absence of his personal belongings.

In König’s opinion, you didn’t strike him as an extremely dangerous individual. Sure, the warlock had harped on and on about how cunning and deceiving you were – but all you had done was lie to him. And from the way he had described the conditions you were under, König didn’t exactly blame you for running away. Maybe this job was a waste of his time…

Still, he couldn’t find it in him to complain, despite the nip of the mid-autumn air, and the fact that he was embarking on what might be one of the most treacherous endeavors of his career. He was getting a decent payout for it – that is, if he lived to finish the job. Additionally, the scenery was a comfort to his journey; wiry birch trees stood high and thickly clustered, their brown and black spots like ever-watchful eyes, staring at the gargantuan hunter as he moved. Their golden leaves mimicked the light of the sun, the real thing blocked out by the overcast skies. A whisper of wind flew by his ears, carrying down and blowing the leaves further along his path with a gentle sigh. As if nature herself was telling the world to be quiet, be still, and prepare for winter.

It was times like this where König became unsure of himself. What if he hated having someone else to care for? What if, deep down, he preferred the silence and the solitude? But then, the loneliness would strike him. The longing to be understood (if that was humanely possible), and the desire to have something warm, alive, and sentient to acknowledge him. It consumed him on those sleepless nights, perfectly warm by the hearth of whatever inn he resided at, yet so hollow without having someone to wrap his arms around.

A swaying movement in the branches above pulled him from his thoughts. Hanging down by a twine thread, tied to one of the spindling birch branches, was a tiny, burlap pouch. It reached a few feet above König’s head, and was drenched in a dark, thick liquid that dripped rhythmically onto the forest floor. Looking to where the drops landed, he noticed the matter on the ground was decaying – a steaming pile of rot was all that was left of the leaves that were once there.

He frowned. The trap was clever – for a witch in their first century. König had expected something a bit more dangerous for someone your age. Maybe the last hunter had been too gullible, and you stereotyped them to all be oafs. Or, maybe you were too old and couldn’t craft traps with the same skill and precision as your younger self.

He drew his dagger from his boot and quickly sliced the twine thread. The pouch dropped to the floor with a squelch, landing in the very puddle of death it had created. The liquid beneath it bubbled and hissed, and the bag soon dissolved to reveal its contents: bits of bone – a kind of reptilian foot, from the looks of it – dried pomegranate seeds, and a fuzzy layer of mold, all appearing to be drenched in some kind of blood.

He carefully stepped around the stinking mess, his eyes turning back onto the path to continue his hunt. He both hoped for and against finding more evidence of your existence. He wanted to get back to town as soon as he could, so he could hole himself up in an inn until his money began to run out – all the same, his mind craved a puzzle and a chase. Though, with how old you were, he doubted there would be much of a chase.

More leaking, swaying hex bags hung from branches as he trudged on, pointing him in the right direction. He didn’t bother to quiet the sound of the leaves beneath his footsteps – the rustling of the wind through the foliage was doing the job well enough. He held onto his dagger tightly, his other hand on his longsword, as he carefully toed through the dense forest. He had to be close – the smell of fennel and turmeric settled around his presence, along with the babbling of a nearby stream.

The sound of a distant tune danced through the trees. The voice was soft, yet clear, and whoever it belonged too was much too confident that they were alone in these woods. König wondered if it was actually you, and not some poor soul who had been foraging for the autumn mushrooms and berries – but he was nearly a day’s trek into the forest. No one would dare come out this far, unless they wanted to be alone. And, they were potentially hiding from something; their own past, perhaps.

He cautiously followed the sound of the tune, still disguising the sound of his own steps within the rustling leaves and wind. His heart thrummed with both uncertainty and excitement; he always did get too thrilled at the idea of a struggle and blood covering his hands. He took a deep breath in through his nostrils, focusing his attention on the voice that carried through the trees, pulling him closer and closer… He gripped his dagger tightly as he crept, reminding himself of the warlock’s warning: cunning, sneaky – be on your best wits.

The voice brought him to the edge of a clearing. The birch trees parted and encircled a few meters of earth, and a few bushes huddled along the far edge, dotted with purplish berries and thorned branches. A wicker basket, woven clumsily and rather lopsided, sat on the ground and caught each berry and branch that was tossed into it. A figure knelt in front of the bushes, carefully plucking the berries with thin, delicate fingers, stained purple from the juice of the berries, and nails that might need a trim soon, unless they were intended to be claws.

The cloaked figure confused König. The voice was too melodic, too clear and fresh for an old witch. He had assumed you weren’t much younger than the warlock, but still old. He remained a few yards away from you, shrouded by the trees and dense foliage outside of the clearing.

It was when you turned your head, dropping your handful of berries into the basket, revealing your face, that he realized how wrong he had been in his assumption.

Your skin was soft, he could tell even with the distance between the two of you. Your lips delicately moved as you sang your tune, your eyes sparkled in contrast to the dull autumn colors that surrounded you. Small wisps of your hair danced around your cheeks as the wind caressed it. Your entire body looked soft, warm, and pliable… exactly what he needed. Craved.

It wasn’t hard for him to imagine it: leaves tangling into your hair as he pressed his fingers around your neck, pushing you to the cold ground and watching as you gasped for air. He’d use his knife, but not to kill you. He’d drag it over your hardened nipples, watching them perk up even more at the prickling sensation, before he’d carve his name into your stomach. Smear your pretty blood all over your pretty face, watch as your eyes widen with horror, as you question how someone can be so deranged and cruel, how he can take so much pleasure in something so vile and horrible-

Or maybe, he could convince you that he just wants a fuck. You looked like you could use one – when was the last time you’d had someone’s lips on your breasts, or their cock in your cunt? It had certainly been too long for him… he couldn’t imagine how long you had gone without being thoroughly ravaged, living in these woods all alone. He could take care of that. He could be gentle, for a little while; holding your wrists above your head as he pushed you against a tree, whispering praise and encouragements into your ear, “… so gut, so Schön, genau so…” taking you from behind as your nipples perked up from the rough texture of the bark, listening to you whine and moan in that sweet voice of yours as he lets out months’ worth of pent up frustration by thrusting his cock into your warm pussy, over and over and over until you scream and tighten around his length, milking the cum right out of him as he fucks you deep, maybe sinking his teeth into the junction of your neck-

He growled quietly, palming his rapidly-growing erection as he tried to clear his head. Stay focused. Kill the witch, and then you’ll get what you want.

Remember the warlock’s promise.

Even if he didn’t need you to satisfy his needs, he could still make this interesting. Not like you could outrun him, anyway.

He stepped into the clearing, and as if by some ironic joke, the wind died down immediately. The crunch of his heavy boots was enough to make his presence known to any living thing within a mile radius.

Your singing stopped. You whipped your head in his direction, and immediately a look of fear fell upon your face. For a moment, the two of you were frozen in a staring contest. You reminded him of a doe, staring at the crossbow of the hunter you had noticed, wondering if this being was actually dangerous, or nothing you needed to worry about. He wondered what he must remind you of, and he wished to hear the panicking thoughts flitting through your mind.

Finally, you broke the trance – you gasped, stumbling backwards and awkwardly standing as you ripped a pathetic, little knife from your boot. You faced him and pointed the knife at him – you held it improperly, and if he truly wanted to make this messy, he could easily make you stab yourself in a struggle. He wondered what it would feel like when your nails dug into his rough skin, dragging marks down his forearms (or his back, if he played his cards right).

You pulled the thick cloak tighter around your body – you were tiny. Well, everything was tiny compared to König. But you were unexpectedly small. With the way the sorcerer had described you, he had expected you to reach his shoulders at least. But there you were, craning your neck to look up at him with fearful, owlish eyes.

“State your business!” You demanded, your voice cracking slightly.

König chuckled in response. You really were too pathetic for your own good, weren’t you? He took you in – your lips were pulled into a frown, parted slightly to reveal your perfect teeth, the way the fabric of your cloak quivered where it bunched in your fist… perfectly ordinary things that ordinary people do. But, besides the fact that you were a witch, something about you made it all so captivating.

“Hey!” you shouted, bringing his eyes back to your gaze. Your fear had given way to a judgmental ire. “Gods, have you ever seen a woman before?!”

König scoffed. “Woman? Yes, of course. I’ve seen witches, too. None as young as you, however.”

Your eyes widened in panic once again. You stretched your knife out towards him as he stalked over to where you stood. “S-stay back! I’ll kill you!”

Your meek threat didn’t slow him down. He continued his advance until he had corralled you against a tree, your one hand bracing against the trunk behind you, and the other holding the knife under his ribcage. The only thing between his flesh and your blade was his linen tunic, which wouldn’t do much to protect him should you decide to stab him – but were you capable of that? Your eyes were so filled with fear as they stared at him, your chin to the sky to take all of him in. Your fingers trembled around the handle of your knife as if the prospect of having to nick him made you uneasy.

“Not with magic?” he asked, his eyes flitting to the bush next to you. He plucked one of the berries between his thick, gloved fingers, rolling the onyx sphere between his thumb and middle finger before squashing it.

You pouted (a sight König could never grow tired of). “I’m not a wi-“

He snatched your forearm, and you yelped, dropping the knife to the forest floor. His fingers easily wrapped around you; he wondered how easy it would be to break it.

“Don’t lie, now.” He ordered, his eyes narrowing with a hint of annoyance. “You’re not good at it.”

He released your arms with a shove. You scrambled back with a fearful expression, swiping the blade from the ground. He watched with interest as you stood several yards away from him, pointing your weapon towards him once again.

“Fine.” You said, holding yourself a bit taller. “You’re right. What’s the crime in that?”

For a moment, König was lost. Why weren’t you trying to weaponize your magic? It was almost as if you had forgotten you weren’t a human. For someone who was supposed to be a cunning bitch, as the warlock had put it, you weren’t very smart.

“I’m not here for justice.” He replied, wiping his glove on his shirt. “Just doing my job.”

“Hunter?” you asked.

He extended his arms – gods, he could have crushed a pillar between those arms – as if presenting himself to you. “Was it not obvious?” he asked, and you could hear the smirk in his tone.

You huffed. “Well, you’re not a very good one. Most hunters don’t make conversation with their prey.”

Prey. He liked that you understood your position, that he was the one in charge here. Maybe you were a clever girl…

“I like to listen to the begging.”

“Begging?”

“For your life.” König folded his arms over his chest, inspecting you closely. The only thing you had to protect yourself was your cloak, and that hardly provided a shield against the wind. Even though you were obviously wary of him, it wasn’t wary enough. You had spoken too many words with the hunter, and had it been anyone else, you might have been dead long before now.

You seemed malleable – book-smart and spitfire, yet all too gullible. Easily manipulated. Just what he needed to brainwash you into loving him. Or, at least, being his pet. You’d never truly love him, he had come to learn that from experience. But maybe, if he could somehow convince you that you needed a big, scary man, who could protect you and fuck you nicely, it would be enough to make you stay. After all, you were too naïve to be alone out here, weren’t you?

Could the warlock perhaps make you his prize? It’d kill two birds with one stone, he could convince you to return whatever knickknacks you had stolen, and your presence would never bother anyone ever again – besides him, but of course, it would never be a bother to bed you every night.

Your expression turned sour. “I don’t beg.”

The tone of your voice sent a shiver down his cock. He’d have to pound that little attitude right out of you.

“Who hired you?” You asked indignantly. The knife in your hand had slowly lowered, now pointing at his feet. Your initial fear seemed to have worn off. Were you brave, or just that stupid?

“It doesn’t matter.” König replied.

“It does to me.”

“You don’t know? How many people have you wronged?”

You scoffed. “I haven’t wronged anyone. People just don’t like it when you call them out on their atrocities.”

König hummed. You had a point. “Your teacher – the warlock.”

For a moment, you scrunched your face in disgust. Teacher. Only a fool as mad as the warlock himself could consider he was any such figure in your life, other than a torturous one. Then, you sighed, shoulders slumping defeatedly, the knife now aimed straight at the forest floor. “That old toad can’t even kill me himself…” you muttered. “What payment did he offer you?”

“He promised me anything I desired of your possessions.” König replied, taking note of the change in your presence. He purposely left out the warlock’s promise to find him a “companion.”

“And what would you do with cursed fig seeds, or stag’s blood?” You asked, folding your arms over your chest (which, König noted, framed your breasts perfectly). “I have no gold – not enough to be a reward for the trouble of killing me.”

“He gave me three hundred gold coin, too.”

Your lips turned down into a scowl. “That’s all?! That absolute hypocrite!” You lodged your knife into the tree behind you and placed your hands on your hips. “I took everything from him, save that disgusting old shed he called home, and that’s all he’ll pay to kill me?!”

Your outburst pulled König from his obsessive staring. “You’re… insulted?”

You turned back to him and huffed. “Well, obviously.” You retorted. “I stole all he had to his name, and he treats me like a fly buzzing in his ear. I deserve a bit more recognition than three hundred gold coin.”

“You admit to it, then.” König said, stepping closer. You appeared to be too angry to notice how near the hunter was to you. “You are a thief.”

You laughed – a sound that König did not expect to be so sweet. “I’ve done much worse than thieving, mind you.” You shook your head. “And he’s done even worse to me.” You sighed, pulling the dagger from the tree trunk and sheathing it back into your boot.

Once again, he was reminded of how small you were. Why weren’t you afraid of him? Sure, you had the advantage of magic while he did not, but you weren’t even acting defensively anymore. You treated him like a traveler who had stumbled across your path, starting up conversation and sharing your story.

“What has he done?” he asked, his interest in you growing by the second. An outcast, despised, hated by others. He felt that the two of you were kindred spirits, and he would not risk losing a connection so rare – one he had never felt.

“You mean he didn’t even tell you?” you said, sounding more hurt than anything else.

“He did.” König sheathed his own dagger as a peace offering. “But I’m coming to think he was not entirely truthful.”

You sighed, looking down at your basket, then back at König. “I suppose I could tell you, since he brought you all this way to kill me. Walk with me – but keep your dagger away. And if you try anything, I’ll slit your throat. Understood?”

He suppressed the urge to laugh. Could you even reach his throat? “The warlock said you would lure me away to your hut, and carve out my heart.”

You huffed disappointedly, walking back to the bush near König. Completely calm, like he had only ever come up to you with the intention of finding a friend. “And yet, he’s still alive, after all the chances I had to kill him. We can stay outside of my hut, if it eases your mind. I’ll let you make your own tea, too. But if you aren’t set on killing me right this minute, I really should return to start drying these out.” You held up your basket. “Before too much time passes, and I can no longer use them.”

König had never given his prey more than a few moments to try and beg their way out of his crushing hands. He couldn’t believe he had even given so much lenience to your baseless trust in him – what he should have done was take the opportunity to grab your face and snap your neck. But he was starting to doubt the warlock’s testimony; you were a thief, yes, but had you really committed any crime? Or were you simply just taking the revenge you deserved from your captor – or, as the warlock called himself, your master?

König sighed. He gestured his hand out, signaling for you to lead the way.

You frowned. “First, give me your word.” You demanded.

“I will not harm you.” He said, with a hand over his heart. He didn’t care about forcing you to make the same promise – you were harmless enough. He did, however, make sure to avoid saying that he wouldn’t touch you. Although he was developing a few ounces more of respect for you, who knows? Maybe you would find a reason to drag him into your hut and satisfy both of your needs – and, if he was lucky enough to get that far, maybe you’d offer for him to spend the night in a warm bed, and he could be saved from sleeping on the cold earth for one night.

His word seemed promising enough to you. Threading your arm through the handle of the basket, you began marching through the woods, watching the ground carefully as you stepped over roots and twigs.

König followed by your side, watching you from the corner of his eye. You really were helpless – all it would take is a strong push from him, and you’d be tumbling down, maybe hitting your head on a stone, or rolling down the mountainside until your neck snapped. Even if the fall didn’t kill you, he could easily land one hit to your chest and pierce your lungs with your own ribs. But here you were, worrying more about the uneven forest floor than the lumbering creature by your side.

“What did he tell you?” you asked, pulling him from his fantasies. “About the beginning, when he took me.”

König laughed in pity. “He made it sound like he caught you, not that he took you.”

You sighed. “He didn’t catch me… well, I suppose he did. More like how animals are caught.” You adjusted your grip on the basket, still watching the ground beneath you. “I was the botanist’s assistant before he came along. Stared at me like I was naked. He would come more often than he needed to - asked me where I was from, who my father was – things I didn’t understand why he needed to know. I still don’t.”

König didn’t understand himself. He continued to listen, the sounds of his footsteps drowning out your quiet ones. He began to wonder just how much of the warlock’s testimony was true.

“He came to the shop one night.” You continued to recount the story. “I was lighting the lanterns in the greenhouse. It was storming, and I didn’t hear him. He bludgeoned me and dragged me into the streets like I was some sort of animal.” You paused, turning your own words over in your head. “I suppose I was, to him.

He brought me back to his cabin – that’s when he started the curse. All I remember when waking up is feeling sick. I tried to stand, but it- everything felt heavy, like I was stuck in mud. I managed to crawl outside, and he was there. Saying my father wouldn’t recognize me, that he had killed the old lady at the botanist, that everyone would think that I had killed her… that I would be burned if I returned to the village. That I would forever be an outcast as long as I lived – as a witch. As what he made me.”

You paused again, for longer this time. König looked down at you, observing how your face twisted in… disgust? Anger? Your eyes were somewhere else, possibly somewhere where you could light the world on fire, drain the life from everyone who had ever done you wrong. König had felt that same hatred before, and he had learned to let it pass. You were still stuck there, wishing you could drive a blade into the warlock’s neck – and more.

“You stayed, then?” König asked, returning his gaze to the trees before him. “Why?”

You scoffed. “It’s not like I could go anywhere, not during the change. For the first fortnight, I couldn’t do anything but crawl on the ground and wail. And he let me – I’d get to the edge of the woods, and he’d be there to drag me back. Drug me into the hut at night and held me, fucked me, saying he was protecting me and similar bullshit. Of course, he was right; at that moment, I was as good as dead if I had ventured out on my own. And once I’d gotten my strength back, I was still a new witch. I’d never be accepted into the village – witches never are, despite the warlocks being the vile ones – and I had no idea how to live as one. So I relied on him for a while, until I knew enough to make it out on my own.”

König hummed in thought. Despite the initial desire to snatch you himself and have his way with you, his fists clenched at the thought of you being dragged around by the warlock. This life wasn’t one you had chosen, and yet the very person who had forced it upon you was killing you for it. It made something within him boil, something deep and buried, that he had thought had been tucked away for good.

You didn’t deserve any of this. He was fighting with himself in that moment, but the desire to show you what you should have been given was consuming him. He wanted to tell you that he knew what it was to be an outcast, he knew what it was like to feel lonely and crave being alone at the same time. To wish that you had the power to hurt anyone you deemed deserving of it, yet to have that someone who would never hurt you.

He would do it. He would be that person for you, he would be the one to kill for you. He knew he was getting ahead of himself – after all, he was hired to kill, you, not fall for you. And he knew it was just another one of his delusional fantasies… but he couldn’t help himself. You were like him, which was something that he had not yet been able to find. Something primal in him told him to sink his teeth in, to hold onto you until you stopped your struggling and realized that this would be good, for the both of you.

He was insane. But did it matter what he was, as long as he could give you what you needed?

“So, yes-“ you continued, bringing König out from the depths of his thoughts. “- I stole from him. Took the books he used to teach me, maybe a few ingredients for potions, a few seeds to start my own garden… but compared to what he took from me, I might as well have taken a loaf of bread.”

You stopped suddenly, and König came to a halt beside you. You nodded your head to the scene before you. “It’s not much, but it’s home.”

König looked ahead: the trees parted into another clearing, larger this time. A rickety hut leaned against a wall of rock, made of thin, birch logs and mud slathered on top to keep out the wind. In the center of the clearing was a large stone, positioned near a pile of ash and rocks. A log lay near it, possibly another place for someone to sit. A small garden sat closer to the creek before your hut – it didn’t look to be doing very well, but that was expected as winter approached.

By the creek, there was a large, twisted oak. Its roots hung directly off of the bank and down into the water. Its leaves had fallen to the earth and mingled with the rest of the foliage by now – the entire thing had crimson paths winding around it, hauntingly similar to blood-filled veins. Several pieces of clothing and fabric hung from the branches and swayed in the autumn wind.

As you marched ahead, placing your basket down by the makeshift firepit and disappearing into the hut, König took a few, cautious steps forward. He was both charmed by the simplicity of it, and despondent that you were forced into this lonesome sort of life. He wanted to drag you from this measly hovel and show you something better.

But how? He was no better off than you were. All his earnings were spent on a room at the nearest tavern and a decent amount of ale to help him fall asleep. He never cared about having a home, as long as he had a place to keep out the cold. He didn’t think it would be good enough to drag you back to the village and convince you to spend the night with him in a thin-walled, noisy inn… but, even if he didn’t end up killing you today (something that seemed more and more likely with each passing second), he refused to leave you in this hell. If it was a cozy cabin, built so far away from civilization for the sole purpose of privacy and comfort, he could understand. Maybe even plead his case to you so you would let him stay. But this – this was a last resort. A broken down spot in the woods that you made for your banishment, for hiding. This wouldn’t do.

Call him insane. Call him crazy, hopeless, sick in the head… maybe his desires were founded on the thought that he would give you what he had never received.

You emerged from your hut, the thin, wooden door clanging shut behind you. You looked at him with a puzzled expression. Why was he still standing at the edge? You wrapped your cloak tighter around yourself and made your way over to him, your hair blowing across your face.

He watched as you stopped in front of him, your brow creased with question. Your head tilted back to look up at him, yet any traces of fear that you had shown earlier were gone. You looked at him like you’d known him for the past hundred years. It made his heart ache within his chest.

How could anyone have painted such a wretched picture of the woman who stood before him?

“Is everything alright?” you asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Like I said before, if you’d rather we stay outside-“

König interrupted you, reaching down and grabbing the sides of your arms firmly. You sucked in a breath warily, but you were still not afraid of him.

“I- you-“ Scheisse, what is he trying to say? He wanted to take you away, he wanted to show you how similar the both of you were to each other, he wanted to show you what (he thought) love was – slow, gentle, possessive, and strong. He wanted to keep you in his pocket, both to keep you safe from the world, and to make sure you couldn’t be taken from him. He wanted you, you, you –

This is insanity. He knew it. But that didn’t stop the fire in his chest, and the questionable throbbing in his trousers.

You knew. Your eyes said everything as they softened, as your lips pressed together into a knowing, sad smile. Were you going to turn him down? Would you say that you preferred it this way, that you liked being alone and living like a prisoner on the run? You took his face in his hands, and he had a foreboding sense in his gut that you might tell him to leave.

Quickly but gently, he cupped one hand at the back of your neck and pulled himself down to you, pressing his lips to yours before you could speak. It was only right, he thought, as he held the kiss – you didn’t understand that he could help you, he could build the life you deserved and keep you safe from any other hunters and warlocks. He placed his other hand on your lower back and pulled you in, moving his lips against your own and praying you wouldn’t deny him.

Like an angel answering his prayers, you tilted your head and wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your toes and kissing him back. He tugged his teeth at your bottom lip, and you so graciously allowed his tongue to slip past your teeth, letting him taste you. He whined, flooded with relief that you didn’t try to shove him away and call him deranged.

His cock was quickly growing hard, but he ignored it. Right now, he needed to figure out exactly what he needed to say to make you-

A raven’s call tore through the air, piercing his thoughts. It was much too close than any bird would naturally be.

He tried to turn his head in its direction, but you dug your fingers into his hair, making him stutter and freeze on the spot. He grabbed your hips, about to pry you away-

You pressed your lips firmly to his, and he heard you faintly muttering incoherent words against him. The world around him was suddenly showered with colors: purples like the berries that had stained your fingers, oranges like the leaves that were scattered across the ground, silvers like the thick clouds that blanketed across the sky… The black spots on the birch trees suddenly blinked and flitted across his vision; thousands of them stared at him, and he heard your sweet laughter echoing in the distance as the world spun, spun, spun…

He felt the cold earth press to his cheek, and the last thing he remembered was a sickening ache in his stomach.

He should have heeded the sorcerer’s warning.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

"… so gut, so Schön, genau so…”

... so good, so beautiful, just like that...

#konig #konig x reader #konig x you #konig x yn #konig cod #konig fanfiction #fantasy au konig #cod fantasy au #cod x reader #konig x reader smut #konig smut #konig nsfu

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serenescribe · 5 months

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I’ve been infected with the fever of Lilia’s bats adopting Silver as their non-bat pup, and it’s adorable! I suppose this is just me asking to see Lilia seeing his bats chitter and nuzzle Silver as a child or as a teenager. Whichever you prefer~!

[✐] ficlet frenzy

“Silver? Siiilver?”

No response. Lilia sighs, hands resting on his hips. Now where could his son be at this time of the day?

He’d just returned home after a trip to the market, and had called out Silver’s name in hopes of hearing a sleepy response and the soft pattering of feet before his son emerged at the front door. But today, he heard nothing.

And so Lilia had glanced around the house, leaving the groceries in the kitchen in favour of checking every nook and cranny of their little cottage. At the very least, he can still sense Silver’s presence somewhere, even if he can’t find him. Perhaps he’s playing a game of hide and seek? It’s a distinct possibility, Lilia supposes.

He comes up empty-handed until he tries the one room he had saved for last, for no reason outside of the fact that he can’t think of any explanation why Silver would be in there. With a flick of his wrist, the door to Lilia’s bedroom creaks open, the doorknob turning with the help of magic, and…

“Ah,” Lilia says, as he looks into his room.

He understands now why Silver couldn’t reply. Because Silver had been preoccupied.

Dozens of his bats — those sneaky little rascals! — surround Silver, chittering and flapping their wings at Lilia as he steps into the room. Lilia scoffs, rolling his eyes as he approaches the bed his son lays on. “Don’t give me that attitude,” he lectures, even as the bats huddle closer to the slumbering human boy, pressing against his neck and shoulders, clinging to his clothes and hair. Lilia squints, peering closer. “Did you cover his ears?!”

One of his bats — the largest of the group, and the boldest one, who always makes a habit of clinging to Silver even when Lilia chases the others off — squeaks out a response. Lilia folds his arms, lips twisting into a pout. “I told you, you cannot hoard him for yourself!” Another protesting whine. “‘Why not?’” Lilia echoes. “Oh, for the love of— we’ve been over this already! You can have your quality time with Silver, but you cannot hoard him like this! How heavy do you think you all are, hm, crowding him like that?”

The bats do not seem to care. Bastards, Lilia sulks, tapping his foot against the ground as they nuzzle into Silver, continuing to strategically cover his ears with the thin membrane of their wings in order to stop him from waking at the sound of his father’s voice.

Of course his pesky familiars don’t give a damn. They know the real reason why Lilia keeps fending them off — a deep-rooted jealousy that feels pathetically childish to admit, hidden under the guise of whatever excuse Lilia can think of on the spot.

“You win this time,” Lilia grumbles, throwing his hands up in defeat. “But mark my words, if you make Silver miss dinnertime again, I swear—”

The bats chirp back their protests, and Lilia’s voice pitches.

“You have no RIGHT to criticise my culinary skills when you can’t even COOK!”

#my writing tag #tumblr drabbles tag #ficlet frenzy #twst #twisted wonderland #twst writing #twst fanfiction #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #and this is the last of the first batch of ficlet frenzy!#from here on out it's all new reqs #lets hope i've gotten started on them by the time this post goes up... drafting in advance #hi future me i hope you're not dying as bad

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 6 months

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It's Magic ✨🍁

Slightly Spooky, cute lil story about Eddie and the new witch in town ✨🍁🎃

Warnings: Eddie Munson x witch reader, soulmate bond. Cute and fluffy.

🖤🍁

Don't copy, reuse or repost my work.

There was something weird happening in Hawkins and it wasn't the usual Upside Down related weird that usually happened.

Eddie could just sense it, some spooky shit was going down and he was here for it.

He had watched enough horror movies in his life to prepare for whatever potential shit was going to happen.

It occurred to him he was maybe being a tad dramatic, there was a definite change in the air but it didn't feel like anything to worry about.

Eddie never thought he would say this after helping Dustin, his friends and the super powered kid El defeat Vecna and close the Upside Down for good, but he was bored.

Hawkins was back to its pre Upside Down level of dull and while he was grateful he was still alive and kicking and the end of the world hadn't happened, he wanted a teeny bit of excitement.

Which is why he was convincing himself that the things happening were something to be investigated.

Mostly the spooky shit had been happening to him. Weird dreams, a sense that he was waiting for something or someone.

There was also the cute but pesky little black cat that had took up residence in his room.

It was kinda nice to have something happen even if it was vivid dreams and cute felines.

Which is why he was at your place, you were the new girl in town and everyone from Steve to Dustin to Gareth was intrigued by you.

There was something about you... Something that Eddie couldn't place, something different but he was sure you were why he was feeling like everything was different.

Not that he had officially met you yet but for some reason you were in his dreams a lot. They were weird and wonderful but still unexpected.

Eddie didn't know why he was dreaming of you, shit you were pratically a stranger to him but you appeared in his dreams and there was this sense that deep down he had known you all his life.

It was witchcraft or something. That much he knew. Something was afoot and Eddie wanted to find out what.

He had tried telling Dustin his thoughts about you but the little shrimp thought you hung the moon so it was no use.

Eddie didn't know what he expected to find when he arrived at your house, except for the fact it was decorated to the nines for Halloween, there was nothing strange about it.

In fact, Eddie admired how realistic some of the decorations looked and got distracted by the cats that were hanging around in your back yard.

He was just about to leave when he noticed sparkles of light in the air, at first he assumed they were fireflies but as he got closer he realised they were something else, balls of light shaped like orbs.

If he didn't know any better he would say there was something magical about the glowing sparkling orbs.

He was about to dismiss the fact that magic wasn't real but after all the shit he had seen it was enough for him not to rule out the thought entirely, enough for him to follow the lights that seemed to be beckoning him.

A small part of his mind wondered if this was the part in the horror films where he should run but he had a feeling that he wasn't in any danger.

That's when he saw you. The glowing lights circled around you and then disappeared with a flick of your hand.

What the fuck?

He stared at the spot where they had vanished and then at you.

Fuck, no wonder Steve was smitten. You were beautiful. He gawks at you for a second before feeling like an idiot.

"Uh hey" he attempts to appear cool and composed, determined not to turn into an awkward babbling idiot but you were just so pretty.

Eddie wasn't a smooth lothario by any means but he could be confident, flirty, strut around and make pretty girls laugh when he wanted to.

However, you had made him clam up, shyness wasn't really something he struggled with. Until he saw you.

"Eddie Munson, you should try being more sneaky if you're going to attempt to spy on a lady" You tease and he gulps.

"I wasn't... Shit, I was just... Uh I got curious about you and just wanted to figure you out. There's something about you sweetheart"

A soft smile touches your lips and you approach him. He feels a little nervous, enchanted by your sweet smile and kind eyes.

"Something spooky yet intriguing? Dustin let slip" far from being offended you look amused but Eddie curses.

"Little butthead" You giggle and it takes a second for him to notice that the lights are back again, swirling around you and him.

"Uh, cool tricks" he grins and you grin at him as the whole backyard begins to glow even brighter, like fairylights all aglow.

"Oh, it's no trick handsome" You click your fingers and the lights disappear once more.

Eddie blinks rapidly, he can't ignore what's in front of him again.

"You're a witch"

"A badass one at that" the smile slips from your face and for a second you look sad.

"Do you mind keeping this a secret? Small town and all, anyone figures out that I'm a witch then either I'm suddenly their best friend or their enemy. Depends what use I am to them"

Eddie's heart aches for you and he nods. He won't tell a soul.

"I just want to be at peace here with my family, my coven. Make a home" he touched your hand, stunned at the sparks he feels when his hand touches yours.

The softness of your skin, those pretty eyes are enough for him to fall even more under your spell. Figuratively of course.

"I won't tell anyone sweetheart, I just don't understand why you told me" you peer at him your expression shy.

"You're in my dreams Eddie Munson and I bet I'm in yours too. I feel like I've known you all my life. I can trust you" his heart skips a beat as you kiss his cheek.

"Can I see you again?" he blurts out and that sweet smile is back on your lips.

"Absolutely, but you're not done seeing me now Mr Munson" you take his hand and he follows you, his heart stolen by you already.

There's a little chirp of a meow and the black cat that's been hanging around his trailer slinks between his legs and yours purring happily.

"Hey, that's the cat that's been following me around " he blushes as you grin.

"Do you like him? I know he's been hanging around you. He's my familiar and was curious about you. His name is Ozzy"

"Ozzy like Ozzy Osborne?" you nod and Eddie is pretty sure he's in love with you already.

His little witch.

♥

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x witch!reader

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toptierteaser · 3 months

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A Fat Party Predicament

What? You thought we invited you to here because we thought you were cool? That's funny, fatty! We invited you to the party because everyone has noticed how much weight you've put on! You used to look so handsome and fit! And yeah, you're still 'cute,' but sort of in the same way a piglet or a bear cub is 'cute...'

Nah, the REAL reason we invited you to this party, fatboy, is because the guys and I want to see how you react to your recent weight gain. Those extra...what...fifty, seventy-five, one hundred pounds of additional blubber? Haha, well, we noticed your binge eating and the effects it's been having...and we wanted to test out the results!

Don't worry, you're not alone! See that fat fuck stuck in the window? Haha! See how the guys are playing beer pong by bouncing the ping pong balls off of his fat ass! Haha! Hear how he's whimpering?

Or that guy on the table everyone is taking belly-button shots out of! They're going to get plastered, seeing as his belly button has gotten SOOO much deeper! Wow! Just look at him wriggle! See how embarrassed he is?

Or the dozen chubby fatboys who we made come here just to serve at the party! Wasn't it a nice touch, making them wear their old tuxes and suits? Haha, the way they BURST out of them! See, his zipper doesn't even CLOSE anymore! Lol! And look at HIM! Those buttons are ready to BURST! And you can see HIS belly through the jacket AND the shirt! Haha! It's so funny watching their fat, flustered faces as we make them bounce around, doing our bidding! Bringing us drinks and food! They just think they're being sneaky little piggies...but we've noticed they've been sneaking food! It's only a matter of time before they bust completely!

See, it's happened to PLENTY of guys, fatass! Just a shame it had to happen to you too! Haha!

Oh, you? What do we have in store for you...well, I definitely don't want to spoil the surprise, fatty...

Why don't you enjoy yourself for the time being. Grab a drink...have some food--I know you wanna! Go see the sites! Explore...Haha, there's chubby-fuck twister downstairs! And we have some of the fatboys doing Just Dance in their undies, so we can watch their asses jiggle! Haha, oh and there's a competition later where we'll make you piggies sit on the washing machine to see how badly your tits bounce! Haha!

I can see the mystery and anticipation of your fate tonight has gotten you all riled up...not to worry...that's what binge eating was invented for...to calm your nerves and drown out those pesky thoughts of yours...now go on and stuff yourself! We'll want you nice and PLUMP for our initiation ceremony, fatboy!

Or, if you choose...you can try to waddle your fat ass off and go stuff your face in your room...but why would you? That's a lot of walking for you, blubber buns and with the way your thighs have been rubbing lately, and the distance it is from the house back to town...not to mention how many of your favorite foods we have here for you tonight...you and I both know you won't be wobbling your way back home ANY time soon!

Now, enjoy the party, fat cakes...while you can...

#gaining weight #bhm weight gain #teaser #chubby #fatass #fatty #fat belly #fat bhm #feedee encouragement #fatboy #wg story #wg text #wg encouragement #wg fiction

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sstormyskyess · 5 months

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Hi there! I love your holiday prompts!! Could I please request 24 with Ghost and a female (or GN!) reader? 🫶❄️ thank you so much!!

Slippery Surface

author's note: yes you may anon! this was a cute one, i’m glad someone requested it! i hope everyone enjoys the first winter prompt request 💜 [side note: this is meant to be read as fem!reader but it honestly could be gn! as well]

cw: just fluff!

word count: 1100+

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

You grumble to yourself, shifting a few of the bags you’re holding to your other arm. In hindsight, it might’ve been a good idea to do your mall shopping over two different trips. It also would’ve been nice if you had been able to anticipate the freshly frozen puddles of ice littering the parking lot and sidewalks, but so be it.

Your arms were starting to burn the longer you struggled with the hefty bags. You walked slowly, carefully, to ensure you wouldn’t slip on the ice; you’ve already had a few close calls, and the last thing you needed to cap off this hectic day was to break your damn tailbone right before you made it to the safety of your car. Not to mention all your items would collapse with you, some of them fragile and expensive.

Finally, you see the glorious sight of the car and you sigh in relief. One of your arms was shaking from exertion at this point, begging to be freed from the weight it bore. You make it to your destination and put everything in the trunk, stretching out your arms with a little wince. You take a moment to sit in your front seat and check to see if you got everything you came for.

Your shoulders drop as you make it halfway down your list. You missed one thing. You curse under your breath, leaning back in your seat and rubbing your hands over your face in an attempt to stop yourself from tossing your phone out of your window or some other such act of rageful aggression.

Then, you realize something. The one store you could get that last, pesky item was going to close soon. That has you shooting up and clambering out of your car to rush back inside and buy it before you missed your chance. All of the caution you had before was thrown to the wind as you dashed across the parking lot and back to the doors of the mall.

It was just your luck that there would be a sneaky patch of ice right on the edge of the sidewalk. You catch your foot on it and slip, falling forward and failing to catch yourself, landing on your shoulder with a rough ‘thud!’ You yelp in pain, squeezing your eyes shut to hold back the tears welling up in your eyes. “Ow, ow, ow…” You whimper, shakily turning over to try and get up.

A looming shadow approaches you while you’re in the process of standing up and you glance up. You’re met with the sight of an absolutely hulking man, dressed in a black layered leather jacket, the hood pulled up over his head. He has a black face mask covering the lower half of his face, only his piercing brown eyes revealed to you.

You blink, staring at him dumbly before acknowledging the fact he was holding his gloved hand out for you to pick up. You hesitantly take his hand and you squeak when he pulls you up with no struggle whatsoever. He lets you smooth your sweater down and fix your scarf before taking a good look over you. Didn’t seem like you were too badly hurt, luckily.

The air is awkwardly silent for a few moments before you clear your throat. “Thank you for the help, sir.” You scratch at the back of your neck, the embarrassment finally hitting you. He nods. “Of course.”

You glance between him and the doors to the mall, wringing your hands together. “Um—do you want to, uh… get something to eat at the food court—? Oh! Y’know, to apologize for making you help me up?” The man just stares at you for a few moments, a slight tilt to his head and a raised brow. Eventually he nods, allowing you to lead the way. He follows you inside and lets you take him to the food court.

It takes a lot of fussing, but you convince him to let you pay for his food and you walk with him to a free table, one of the very few available. He sits across from you and you start to eat your food, glancing up at him occasionally.

“So, what’s your name?” He suddenly asks, making your eyes shoot up to him. “Oh! Right, we never introduced ourselves…” You laugh bashfully, your face heating up. You tell him your name and he tells you his, ‘Simon.’ You smile. That was a nice name, you think to yourself.

Conversation flows well from then on, with you both getting to know each other better. You learn that he’s military, and that he’s on a short leave for the holiday season. You also learn he was spending his time alone, a fact that made you a bit sad.

“Do you want to do this again sometime before you leave again?” You blurt out, only fully registering your words after they’ve left your mouth. “I-I mean, only if you want to! No pressure—”

“Sure. What’s your number?” He says in that deep timbre, pulling his phone out and opening up his contacts.

You look back fondly on that fun little day, a nice distraction from the current stinging pain in your hip. “God dammit…” You groan, putting pressure on it in an attempt to ease the pain just a bit. Simon looked you over, a little chuckle puffing out from behind his mask. “Shut up, Si!” You frown, taking his hand when he reaches out to you to pull you to your feet.

He brushes some snow off your clothes, ruffling your hair and smiling at the cute little pout on your face. “You okay?” He wraps his arms around you, rubbing some soft circles into the hip you fell on. You huff, looking away from him. “I’m fine…” You mumble. He leans down to kiss you on the forehead, a silent apology for teasing you. You accept it, tucking your head against his shoulder.

“Gettin’ a sense of deja vu here, love.” He takes a glance over at the mall where you first met a couple years ago, where you were now going to do your holiday shopping again. “Yeah. Must be something about this terrible parking lot.” You pull away and instead take his hand, walking beside him through the sliding doors of the mall.

Simon squeezes your hand. “It’s not all bad. We met in that parking lot.” He chuckles, following beside you as you walk to the clothing store you frequent during this time of year. “Part of me is glad you fell on your arse,” he sees the offended look you give him and is sure to clarify, “a small part of me, promise.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Si.” You grumble, taking your hand from his and crossing your arms. He has a sympathetic look in his eyes when he wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his side. “Here, let me buy you something pretty. To apologize, y’know?” He smiles under his mask when you nod, pulling your scarf up to hide your smile. “It’s a plan then.”

𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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pendarling · 11 months

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As Assumed🥀

CW: language

Hero stumbled backward and observed the scene in front of them. It wasn't every day they dealt with the pesky Antihero now and then. Their grey morals and deliberate betrayals made it difficult to trust them over time. Villain had even made a few comments on their strange behaviour, but the sneaky son of a bitch was at it again today.

That would all change; Hero stared at the bleeding persona leaning up against the brick wall behind them, their lips chapped and eyes boring a hole into their face. It was ridiculous that Antihero thought they could win; the only person who's ever gotten one over them so far was Villain, and quite frankly, it was only because Hero let them.

If they weren't so devilishly handsome, well…

Antihero smirked poorly, their breathing slow and shallow, "What's the matter? Don't tell me you've given up."

This one was particularly cocky.

They scoffed in response and fixed their hair, charmed at their attempt at hurting them with false words. "Look at you." The Antihero was utterly covered in bruises, their suit torn in edges and a face full of scars. "I think we both know how this will end."

Hero watched them as they spat to their side and fixed their posture again. "We'll see." Hero heard them cough and lounged again to finish the job, their weapon aimed straight at their chest. Antihero side-stepped it, but not until they were nicked.

A swift punch to their gut sent them back, and Hero's eyes lit up proudly as they collapsed. "What was that?" They mockingly smiled back.

Antihero felt their legs shake under their weight before giving in; their blood began trailing against the cemented ground.

"You…" they looked up dazed, the light beaming in their direction as Hero stood tall. "you're… evil."

"Hmm… is that so?" They aimed at them again, ready to finish their job, when a swift wind grabbed Hero and tossed them away. Their back fell against the hard building, eyes widening in shock. They couldn't breathe, and just for a second, they felt a devastating presence overwhelm them.

A worried voice broke through the air as Hero opened their eyes against the settling dust to scan the area.

"Antihero!" It was Villain's voice. Hero could pick it out of a crowd.

They slowly sat up from the debris and stared at the scene before them.

Villain rushed to Antihero's side and knelt beside them. There was something crucial to their interaction, though; Hero furrowed their brows with confusion. They couldn't recall the concerned feature etched on Villain's face before.

They watched as Villain slowly moved the dirt from Antihero with a motion so swift and delicate they could've sworn that was something only Villain had done to them. So what… what was it that they were looking at here?

Antihero laughed softly, their smile curling into Villain's palm that carefully caressed their cheek, "Worried about me? That stupid expression doesn't suit you at all."

"I thought I told you to stop being so reckless." Villain ran their thumb against them.

What is it?

What is it that made Hero's heart burn? Something tightly squeezed their throat and pinned them down.

Hero's gaze couldn't stop taking in the scene before them. Why was Villain so sweet to Antihero? Wasn't such an action not reserved just for them?

Their mind tormented them with images of their past interactions, conversations, and games. It led Hero to conclude that they took it the wrong way. It was never about them, was it?

Everything up to this point right here… it wasn't fair.

But Hero was so confident that no one else had tried to make their heart flutter as much as Villain. When they were in the midst of a battle, it was always Villain who wanted to fight them first. Villain had always admired their strength rather. Nobody else but them. Them.

Hero felt their cheeks flush; it wasn't flirting. How could they have misinterpreted that?

All their years of crime fighting, looking forward to their next interaction and coming up with wittier words than them had all come down to this? Had Hero become so disillusioned to believe these false realities that it pushed their career?

Their heart started pounding in their chest as they watched Villain stand and take their stance. There was a very protective demeanour surrounding them. Hero could tell. That was the same way Villain would stand when protecting them against other villains. At least, they thought it was.

They crawled back to their feet, struggling to hold the burning tears begging to reveal themselves. They bit their lip to slow their breathing down.

Don't do it, not here.

"Ready to pick up where you left off?" Villain gave them a sharp grin.

A taunting grin.

Hero's fists tightened, a cold glare piercing the other. They wouldn't let Villain fool them again. Enough. These stupid thoughts consumed them and made Hero forget what they were about. No more holding back, no more chatting them up. This was a fight.

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greetingfromthedead · 28 days

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Sanctuary (Knives x GN!Reader)

Plot: After finding yourself at Death's door you seek sanctuary from your longstanding foe Knives.

Pairing: Knives x GN!Reader

Raiting: Teen and up

Tags: Angst, Hurt, Blood and Injury, Plant Reader, Winged Reader, Enemies to Lovers, Comfort, Protectiveness

Word count: 1.1k

Author's Note: According to the vote it looks like an enemies-to-lovers story with Knives is gonna be my next big project and this scene has been stuck in my head for a while now so have a sneaky little oneshot sneak peak.

Bloodsoaked wings flap in the dark night sky. Every stroke of them is painful and torturous, a reminder of what you have escaped. Just a little bit more until you reach safety. Is it safety or perhaps is it your doom? A feeling of unease creeps into your clouded mind, but this is the only place you can think of retreating to. The city lights far below twinkle, but to you, they are nothing but a blur through your tears. You must keep moving forward, determined to survive by any means necessary.

The strength is seeping out of your body quicker the closer to the building towering above the rest you get. The broken wings carry you to the domed roof, but there is no energy to land in any graceful manner. You crash onto the rough surface, feeling the last of your energy slip away. You tumble down, bloody fingers unable to grab hold, as you begin to lose consciousness. With a loud thud, you hit the balcony, your vision fading into black. You can just barely see the bloody smears you left on the windows and the emblems of July. Slowly, you close your eyes, trying to fight off the darkness. You wonder if he will find you before it's too late, or if this is the end of the line for you.

Knives is on his way back from meeting with the doctor. He is on the last leg of his plan, and his goals are within reach. Years of collecting Plants are coming to an end, and soon he will be able to get to his brother and set in motion the final stage of his plan. He can show no more mercy to the southern area; they may be under your pesky protection, but the time to play games is over. It's time to finish what he started and take back what is rightfully his. But it is yours too. It doesn't matter; you have made your choice. Now you have to face the consequences. Yet the thought stings something deep inside Knives, but he is unsure what or why. He has already shown you too much lenience in the decades leading up to this day; you are his enemy, no matter what you say. Anyone siding with humans shall die with them.

He is ripped from his thoughts by a loud crash echoing through the building. It comes from outside, and he is lost as to what could have caused such a ruckus. His analytical mind races through options as he heads to the exit nearest to the sound. Could it be one of The Beast's flying worms? No, they would know better than to disturb his peace. Anger and disgust twist his face as he is prepared to rip to shreds anyone and anything daring to set foot in his territory.

As he enters the atrium, he sees moonlight shining in through a sheen of red smeared all over one of the windows. He moves confidently closer to see something dark moving just outside the glass. It looks enormous, but he has no fear. He has nothing to be afraid of and is ready to face whatever lurks there. He pushes open the door and steps outside.

The sight is nothing like what he expected. The deck is covered in blood and feathers, and in the midst of it all is a figure so vaguely familiar. The back bears multiple pairs of wings, but some of them are nothing but bloody stumps; others are bent unnaturally in a way that makes his stomach turn. The feathers are sticky with blood and the figure's head is bowed in despair. He takes another step closer, and the mass shifts slightly, the gaze creeping up along his legs until they meet his eyes. Your face is bruised and battered; an iron shackle is around your neck, the chain of which is clattering against the floor.

Anger rises in Knives stomach, boiling into his chest and setting his icy eyes ablaze. He moves even closer to you, back straight and fists clenched. The sight enrages him and pulls him apart at the seams, unraveling his carefully crafted mask of indifference and calmness.

"Who did this to you?" He growls, voice low and dangerous. He reaches out his hand to your meek form and continues, unintended words slipping over his lips: "I will destroy them. There won't even be anything left of them once I am done."

Your hand grabs onto his forearm with more speed and strength than he thought was left in your body. Your desperate fingers are digging into his flesh. You hold on to your years long opponent with everything you've got. The man you've stared down across battle fields, the tyrant, who has been threatening to take the Plants from the towns and villages under your protection. The man you've despised in the past is now the only one you can turn to.

"No," you say resolutely, looking into his blue eyes. "Don't leave me. You're the only one I trust not to kill me."

He stands frozen for a moment as he looks at your face, tears streaming down your darkening face. He squats down and reaches behind your neck with his free hand that you aren't clinging on to. The weight is taken off your neck as the shackle falls to the ground with a loud clatter. His cool hand strokes over the reddened skin, soothing the burn caused by the iron. You lean into his touch, grateful for the relief.

You feel safe in the presence of your longstanding foe. It is a strange feeling, but you can't deny the comfort it brings. The feeling washes over you and settles into your bones. It sets your mind at ease, and you can no longer fend off the darkness. You succumb to the bliss, and your fingers loosen the grip on his arm as you can no longer support your body. Before you hit the hard concrete, he has stopped your fall, and he carefully turns you, mindful of the sprawled out wings. His eyes glide over your body, covered in wounds and bruises. His gut feels heavy with more than just boiling anger. A strange sickly feeling ties knots in his entrails, and he picks your limp form up off the floor. He is considerate of the open wounds and broken bones as he cradles you in his arms. He heads back inside, the bloody wings trailing on the floor, leaving a trail of blood and feathers.

"You're safe," Knives says in an icy tone as he carries you away.

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vrisrezis · 8 months

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I was just thinking about Yan geto being at our house and was like- What if he asked to move in at some point.

He has been at our house for like three days we’re sitting in the living room on some bean bags playing video games or whatever and he peeps over at us and has the courage to say: “you know if I lived here we would be able to do this every night…” while peeping over at us nervously again. We don’t look at him still watching the tv and just respond with “That’s true.” Very nonchalantly. Not because we don’t like him here but don’t where this conversation is going. I mean there is lots of room in our house-

Honestly I don’t even see him talking about it. I think he just stays over the one day and then never leaves, but he’s such a nice guest you don’t even question it. He does the dishes, cleans the rooms, even cleans up after you! You don’t even notice he’s living there with you, you’re under the assumption he’s just saying a couple days perhaps? And then he just never leaves and then boom all his stuff is at your house and because he’s such a great friend you’re perfectly okay with it. Geto is very sneaky about a lot of these things, so he doesn’t ever bring it up in conversation, he just hopes you don’t notice (and often succeeds)

But on the off chance he did ask or wanted to suggest the idea he does it in a sneaky fashion as well. He will say he wishes he had a roommate, he will say he’d make for such a good roommate as he’s very helpful around the house, (might even pretend to be sad so you feel sympathy for him and are more likely to be open to the idea of being roomies), he’d make dinner, he’d drive away pesky neighbors (though… he wouldn’t tell you how exactly he’d deal with yours…), he can buy the groceries, he can keep up with rent, etc. but he brings it all up in normal conversations and he does it in a nonchalant manner so it makes you think he’s not directly asking, or even hinting, but it gives you the idea that he would be good to live with. And he is! He will just never leave, even if you asked. He’d be good at convincing you otherwise. Why would you wanna leave? Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Well, they randomly ghosted you so they must not be worth moving in with. Family? Well they’ve passed away all of a sudden, he doesn’t want you to be alone! He will come with you! Doesn’t matter, you’re stuck with him. And honestly? You have no good reason to leave him, cause him being too clingy just makes you sound cruel. There’s truly no reason for you to leave him behind because of how awfully kind and sweet he is.

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the-offside-rule · 10 months

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Carlos Sainz Jr - It's Always Been You

Requsted: on wattpad

Prompt: Y/n and Carlos were friends but when they become more competitive it turns into bickering etc

Warnings: nada

Carlos Sainz and Y/n Y/l/n. They had known eachother their entire lives. Their father's were both racers and childhood friends and theur mother's were friend too before they met the drivers. Naturally, they spent a lot of time with the eachothers family, even though she lived in Barcelona and he lived in Madrid. They visited each other for the weekends but then things started to change when they were eight. She began karting and so did Carlos. Now, for the first few races they were friends and they got along fine, but then then during the last race of the season, he cut her off and she went spinning, making her lose the championship and ended with Carlos winning it.

She stormed up to Carlos after the race. She threw the helmet at his feet. "You son of a bitch!" A gasp escaped her mother. "Y/n! Language." She yelled. "You took my championship! You made me spin out!" Her father grabbed her hand. "No! You just aren't good at racing! Girls cannot race and I tried to tell you but you wouldn't listen! Girls.cant.race!" The statement felt like a stab to the heart. Tears poured down her cheeks as she ran by him to hide under the table in my tent. She had worked so hard for this, she worked so hard only to end up crying. Carlos walked in and knew she'd be under the table, it had been her go to when escaping family. "I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have done that. I think I forgot what I was doing and just-" he slapped his two hands together, indicating them colliding. "Yeah." She sniffed. "It was dumb. You shouldn't have done that." He put his arm around her shoulder as a form of comfort. "I won't do it again. I promise. Oh, and-" he paused taking something. "you left your helmet." She believed his promise. She shouldn't have but shs believed it.

Formula Renault. Y/n was about to become the first girl to win the competition. Final three corners of the final lap, he bumped into her rear wheel and off she spun. There was nothing she could have done to save the car, she could only brace herself. She felt the front get hit, then the back and that was it. The car came skidding to a stop. She un buckled herself and hopped out of the car without a scratch. Y/n took her helmet off and walked back to my team. Carlos was up on the podium with the Spanish anthem baliring. She stormed over to the tent again and booted the helmet across the ground. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It's always the fucking same with this sneaky bastard!" Y/n was finally done with him and his stupid promises.

Her first race in Formula 1. She wasn't the first woman in formula one but was still a woman none the less. Y/n was driving along the straight of Australia in 2016 and yet again, that pesky Madridsta hit the car but this time, it took both of then out of the race. She hopped out, actually finished with him now. She was not going to pretend like it just happens. He was out of his car, observing the damage and taking off his gloves. He turned around to be faced with her, the small catalán girl, in a Force India suit, about to rip his head off. "What's your fucking problem?" He was speechless. "Do you have a problem with me at all? If so just say it so I can stop trying to be nice to you."

"Why would I have a problem with you?" he asked, scratching the back of his ear. "You are fucking joking! You always hit me off the track! Now look! Karma is a bitch isn't she?" She threw her arms up in the air. "I didn't mean to-" she shushed him by placing her finger on his lips. "No, no, no. I'm in a silver, orange and green car in the middle fo the day! You can't miss it! You made a promise when we were eight that you would stop crashing into me and here we are again Carlos!" He still doesn't say anything. "Just come find me when you want to talk because I'm not doing this right now!" She tried to walk away but he grabs her hand to pull me back. "Get off me!"

"No. We are talking now." He leans into my ear. "The cameras are on. Just pretend at least." She scoffs and walk away with him reluctantly. "Explain why you won't stop being a douchebag." She says coldly. "Ooh. That hurt. It's almost as if you haven't called me that before." he replied in a mocking tone. In all honesty, she had called him that a couple of times but it was true. "Yeah? Well don't feed the bullshit excuse of 'I didn't mean to, I didn't see you' cause that what you always say and I played along but now I'm in Formula one! You can't miss my car! Look at it Carlos!" he looked back at the car stranded. "That wasn't my excuse this time."

"Aha, but you had an excuse!" She laughs. "Yes. My brakes weren't responding. They just, stopped working. You can go have a look now if you want but they don't work." That...that actually made sense now. "Oh. Sorry I guess." That apology sounded so ingenuine. "I should be saying sorry. I ruined your first race." Damn. He was actually apologising for something that wasn't his fault. "Can I do anything to make it up to you?" he asked. That took her by surprise. "No, no. It's fine. Brakes well, break sometimes and there's nothing we can do about it really." I reasoned. "How about dinner? It's the least I could do." She stopped dead in her tracks. "Dinner? Like a candle lit dinner? At night?" He nodded with a smirk growing onto his face. "What time?" His smile grew as he heard my response. "Eight or seven. Up to you really."

"Half seven. Would that be alright for you?" He slung his arm around my shoulder. "Definitely. Can't wait princesa." Y/n looked at him again with a smirk. "Princesa? Since when was I princesa?" She asks while being in a state of nervous giggles. "It's always been you."

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midnightmuffingay · 1 year

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Rating the pets of EAH based on what is on the EAH wiki and my limited knowledge:

Adelita - Rosabella's butterfly. I have never heard of this. Also apparently Adelita translates to 'noble'?? 3/10 I don't think it suits her and also how do you keep a butterfly as a pet.

Barber - Poppy's squirrel monkey. I guess squirrel monkeys are cute and I can see it as a pet for her but I have yet again no memory of this. 5/10

Clipper - Holly's lion cub. Apparently it is 'charmed' to stay a cub forever?? Don't know how that work or why she has a lion or why she would name it Clipper?? there are better names girl. 3/10

Carmine - Cerise's dire wolf. Okay so technically they're part of the same pack or something but it's the daughter of Littler Red Riding Hood and the big Bad Wolf. You can't go wrong with giving her a wolf friend whose name is another shade of red. 6/10

Carrolloo - Kitty's caterpillar. A sneaky little guy. From what we saw of him he compliments Kitty's personality and you know, a caterpillar with a wonderlandian? It's not like I can be mad. 6/10

Clockwork - Cedar's wooded cuckoo. Okay I do actually like this a lot. Even if we never really saw him it's a great concept for her pet to be wooden like her. Especially when you consider it would probably have to been made specifically for her. I love it 8/10

Clydesdale - Farrah's pet mouse. Don't recall and there are better mice. 2/10

Divacorn - Briar's unicorn. Absolutely slayed so hard I don't care about the name which is an astonishing feat. I mean of course Briar would have a pink unicorn it just makes sense. 8/10

Drake - Hopper's dragonfly. Drake. 2/10 Only getting extra points because it is a literal DRAGONfly. He breathes fire.

Earl Grey - Maddie's dormouse. Perfection. Best dressed of all of the pets. Is a silly little guy with a silly little hat that lives in her hat. Impeccable. 10/10

Gala - Apple's snow fox. Gala is a great name just because of the fact this it is not only a type of apple but also a fancy party. Very royal, on brand, like to curl around her neck. Iconic. 8/10

Grizz - Blondie's baby bear. Blondie. Girlie. You are a reporter. Please get original. A bear for goldilocks' daughter is fine but it's just like. I'm bored girl. You can do better. 3/10

Jelly - Ginger's gummy fish. I. Love this. A sentient gummy fish she accidentally made? So iconic I'll ignore the basic name. It's like naming your goldfish 'Goldie'. Anyway, I love the concept, love the execution. 8/10

King Benedict - Humphrey's chicken. No. 2/10 for egg related name.

Mr. Cottonhorn - Dexter's jackalope. Guys. Guys. look at him.

He's just a little guy. 10/10.

Moustro - Melody's rat. I like the idea and the pun name but I feel like I'd need to see a picture to be impressed. 5/10

Nevermore - Raven's dragon. There is no need for discussion. 10/10

P-Hawk - Daring's peacock. I think I remember him being kind of terrible so uh 1/10 because Daring I don't think that's how you say peacock honey.

Pesky - Hunter's squirrel. I love how even though they're like enemies they have the same haircut and Pesky has a little acorn bag that Hunter definitely made for him. Lives up to his name. 7/10

Philia - Cupid's Pegasus. Apparently 'Philia' is one of the ancient greek words for love that is often translated to friendship. soooo, even though I didn't know about her she gets a 6/10 because I think that's sweet.

Pirouette - Duchess's swan. Queen. Icon. Slay. Need I say more? 10/10

Sandella - Ashlynn's phoenix. The fact that Ashlynn has a phoenix because it rises from the ashes is so hardcore and I love it. Even if her name is Sandella. 7/10

Shuffle - Lizzie's hedgehog. The bestest and cutest little croquet ball. I don't have much to say but love you dearly. 7/10

Sir Gallopad - Darling's horse. He can change colour and camouflage which is THE coolest thing. Horsegirl Darling. 8/10 Also Daring officially has the worst pet out of the Charming siblings.

Spindle - Faybelle's pomeranian. Of course an evil fairy you have such an unassuming evil little dog. And of course she named it after her evil destiny. Iconic. 8/10.

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margarine-archives · 1 year

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Henlo! hope you ain’t to busy when i request this but, can you do a (platonic) expresso cookie x dragon! teen! reader, like all of a sudden expresso cookie is requested to aid in a research project of the reader? everything else is up to you! thanks so much in advance ^^ srry if it is a tad bit specific

An Injured Teen Dragon!Reader (Hybrid) with: Espresso Cookie !

notes: omg omg my main my dearly beloved. I've always wanted to write for mama espresso

- he was requested for an expedition, to look for a certain dragon who's in need of aid. Espresso saw less importance of it, also because anything with dragons isn't in his field of study

- so naturally, and because he already has a few projects due, he denied the request at first

- eclair told him to expand his knowledge on other fields other than coffee magic, and should try history once in awhile ! that was not the reason he accepted though (primarilly because he has lower interest in history, therefore less prioritized the subject)

- why should they need him in an expedition such as aiding a dragon though ? He has less knowledge about dragons and figured that eclair should have been more than enough for the mission, so naturally he lacked interest

- though eclair was already part of the mission, they needed him too.

- What caught his interest though, is that you are a hybrid from an old doughline thats gone extinct ! The knowledge of your existance only exists in books and old scrolls now

- ur a hybrid from a powerful doughline, your kind existed even before the dark flour war until a research group have been targeting your family for more knowledge, to research your kind and to make multiple test experiments on them

- now the same research group had found you, and has tried capturing you, and by the divines you were able to escape their trap. Now, you are currently in hiding

- word got out to parfaedia and while they are intrigued with your kind, abusing such power over innocent creatures is the least of what they want, hence, the council has decided on an rescue expedition alongside professional healers.

- espresso himself even despises this, and, after hearing the full story, agreed to go (also because he's willing to see the said hybrid cookie)

- when they had arrived, the same research team got to you before they did, and lets just say it was an hourly long battle..

- espresso carrying you to the balloon while the healers try and heal you as quick as possible, while latte is sheilding you guys from the front, trying to distract them simultaneously, eclair and the others are in the frontlines attacking the researchers, any sneaky researcher that dares sneak up near the balloon will face the wrath of coffee magic !

- though normally espresso would be in the frontlines fighting aswell, he was really more concerned about you rather than letting his anger out on those pesky researchers, you didn't deserve what you went through ! not your fault you're rare though

- despite the pity for you being used for the sole purpose of research, he can't help his own curiosity too. He's heard of such kind in historical scrolls but he's never met one !

- he thinks you are still young to even be used as a test subject, you have so much ahead of you and for that to be taken away by researchers is cruel !

- He wants you to live like any other cookie, not to die and just become part of history. You and your family don't deserve what you went through, if it werent for those researchers your kind wouldn't even go extinct !

- he knows its far too unsafe to let you go after you are healed, and the researchers basically know where your home is too. With this, he's taken you in under his care (he knows you still have potential too ! hes willing to make you strong again)

- he doesn't know what dragons eat, all he knows is that you eat star jellies too, thats about it. He's willing to hear you out on what food you like (so he can get them the next day)

- months after taking you in under his care, he got attached, only to find out that you're quite literally the only one in your family that isn't in a cage right now, so despite his busy schedule, he's your new parent now

- would probably train you with dark magic aswell

- his only break from coffee research is to take care of you, due to this, not much bonding time happens with the two of you. If you express how you feel to him then he'll be sure to make spare time for you from now on (admittedly you were kindof scared at first)

- madeline thinks this is good opportunity for him to take a break and get some rest, he tells you in private to take good care of him too, as he heavily neglects his own health

- quite embarassing that an adult is being taken care of by a teen hybrid

- you still have your dragon insticts, and you dont enjoy staying in one place for too long, so most of the time you ask him if you can go out, he agrees but comes along with you to ensure that you don't end up in a cage.. though on occasions where he's REALLY busy, he declines (he'd be far too worried about your safety than focusing on his work, and espresso hates distraction)

- mama espresso loves you very much and hopes that you can grow up and be just like him, powerful and strong ! he's willing to do anything in his power for you to atleast be able to defend yourself, because god forbid he'll start panicking if you've been gone for too long (and he wants you to go out in your own free will, and he wants to be able to NOT worry when you're outside

#crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #espresso cookie x reader #espresso x reader #cookie run x reader

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sinswithpleasure · 2 years

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Ready To Go

"Let's get out of here."

The whisper you leave next to Chaeyoung's ear has her taking in a sharp gasp of air through her teeth. You take a moment to smirk at the mark you've left on her neck—she definitely would need to cover that up. You don't even mind that she might hit you later for it—she's the prettiest marked all over, across her delicious thighs, her beautiful neck, over her wonderful breasts. Lee Chaeyoung is always the prettiest when she's under you, begging for more.

"W—What about the party?" You chuckle at Chaeyoung's confusion. Even after she'd been your bodyguard for a year, she still opposed your devil-may-care attitude. Even though the party was relatively important—many big investors were here, after all—you knew your ever-dependable Vice President could take care of things in your absence. You could afford to take a rain check on this.

"When have I ever given a shit, Chaeng? I have even less of a reason to, especially when you're already so horny for me."

A whine escapes Chaeyoung's lips at your words. You admire your bodyguard once more—her shirt a mess from your desire to touch her. It hangs open, wrinkled and crumpled from your earlier movements to strip her, your need to feel her breasts underneath the black bra she has on during your sneaky makeout dictating your movements. The same black bra is pushed up to expose the perky breasts you so adore, and a rush of arousal floods your system at the sight of the submissive girl half naked in public, her thighs rubbing against the other for some stimulation.

You want to ruin your girl even more, and you can't wait any longer.

"Don't even think of buttoning that shirt, Chaeng. I'm going to tear it off you if you even button on one single button."

You lean to her ear.

"You look so pretty naked like that."

"Yes, Sir." Chaeyoung whimpers. Her wavering voice makes you smile. Wonderful.

"Let's go." You grab her hand and lead her through the corridors of the building you're in. You know the corridors like the back of your hand—hell, it'd be surprising if you didn't, because you owned the damn building. A few twists and turns takes you to the carpark, and you button Chaeyoung's blazer up to protect her modesty—no one's to see her body but you. Your driver nods to you, and he pulls the door of the car open, and you let Chaeyoung in first before stepping in yourself. A cursory check—privacy shield in place—and you nod your thanks to the staff member. He nods back, the door closes, and you're back to attending to Chaeyoung.

Pull the blazer open. Lunge at her, start to work a second mark on her neck. Chaeyoung's loud moan has your cock throbbing within your pants. Fuck, you can't wait to finally fuck her once you're home. Your hands slide over her breasts again—you just can't get enough of touching them—and a pinch of her nipples has her gasping for air. You know Chaeyoung's panties are ruined, and you love it, love how turned on she always is under your touch. You're her weakness just as much as she is yours.

"Fuck, I can't wait to finally tear your clothes off you, Chaeng. I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll scream, you hear me?"

"Fuck, yes, Sir!" There goes her name for you. The name that shows her deference to you. You love hearing her call you that, but you'd love her calling you anything anyway. Lee Chaeyoung is a lovely woman.

Your hands move to her belt. Her own intercepts yours as she fumbles with it clumsily, her haste a result of her need for your touch. Her fingers constantly block yours as she attempts to undo the buckle, and you give her a soft kiss just under her earlobe.

"Relax, Chaeng. Let me."

The girl relaxes, and you undo her belt seconds later. The button on her pants follows next, and then the zipper. The girl shudders beneath you when you finally slide a hand underneath all those pesky clothes to cup her drenched core, a deep moan of relief released from her throat. With two fingers, you part her tight walls, slick rushing to coat your digits, and you connect your lips to hers in another deep kiss as you wreak havoc on her body with your ministrations between her legs. Chaeyoung moans so sultrily, so deeply lost in the relief and pleasure of you fingering her.

"Sir, please, faster, please!"

You chuckle and oblige to your bodyguard's request. You curl both fingers within her wet pussy to brush against the rough patch at the top of her walls, and the girl beneath you bucks wildly, her G-spot so damn sensitive. You rest a hand behind her head to protect her from hitting the glass of the window, and you lower yourself to her ear.

"You're so sexy right now, you know that, Chaeng? I'm so fucking hard for you, shit… Are you gonna cum for me? Are you gonna cum over my fingers like a good girl should?"

"Yes, yes, please make me cum Sir, please make me cum!"

A nibble on her earlobe and a few more strokes sends Chaeyoung over the edge. Her body quakes beneath you as gushes of girl cum spray against your palm, between the gaps of your fingers. A dark wet spot grows in size on her pants as she squirts in them, her hips rolling in her seat, eyes unfocused and glassy as her unfiltered moans fill the car. You groan loudly at the sights and sounds of Chaeyoung orgasming so hard, your cock twitching and straining against your clothes. You wish you were balls deep in her already, pumping load after load into her body. Fuck, you really need to breed her, to fill her with cum, to fuck her full of your seed.

The car halts, and two knocks on the door signify your arrival back home. You hurriedly help Chaeyoung make herself presentable before you open the door yourself. Your driver turns away with a slight grin, and you whisper your thanks to him for the smooth ride when you exit with Chaeyoung, which he nods to. You tug your bodyguard by her wrist, pulling her into your home. When the door shuts tightly, the locks sliding into place, Chaeyoung is all over you, tearing her own clothes off already, eager to finally get it on. You're no different either—both you and Chaeyoung leave a trail of clothes from the door all the way to your room, and you nearly break the door open with how desperate you are to finally have your way with her.

Finally.

"Eep!" Chaeyoung squeals when you lift her up and almost throw her on the bed. She spreads her legs wide open for you almost instinctively, her thighs and cunt dripping from her earlier orgasm. With both hands, she reaches under her legs to spread her labia open, her cunt clenching with every word she speaks.

"Fuck me, Sir, please, please make me scream, make me scream as I cum over that cock, please…"

You growl and lunge for her. Chaeyoung yelps when you force her legs open wider, and the pure aggression in your eyes causes a rush of wetness to flow from her pussy, down her skin. You slap your hard cock on her wet cunt, and with one aggressive thrust, you force her cunt to take your entire length, then over and over and over.

"Oh, fuck, FUCK! Yes, yes, fuck me, Sir, fuck me just like that! Your cock feels so good fucking me like that, Sir, please fuck me more, please fuck me more!"

"That's fucking right, Chaeng, beg me. Beg for my cock. You're such a good girl, you're such a perfect little cockslut for me. You're my best girl, you take me so well like that, all tight and pretty for me. You made me so horny, you know that? You were so pretty, so fucking hot in that suit, all dressed up earlier. Fuck, finally I get to fuck you like I wanted."

Chaeyoung doesn't reply—she's lost in the pleasure, moaning, gasping, whining. However, her pussy grips you so tightly, almost as if unwilling to even let you exit for another hard thrust. You fight through Chaeyoung's resistance every time, thrust after thrust pounding her pliant body. She attempts to fuck herself back on your cock every time.

"Don't stop, Sir, don't stop, please, please, don't stop until I cum, please…"

No need for words—you plant your hands next to Chaeyoung's shoulders, holding yourself up over her body as she wraps her legs tightly around your hips. Your core burns with how hard you pound her, and while you want to keep going on for more, you know you won't last longer than this round, no matter how horny you are.

"I'm going to fuck all my cum into you, Chaeng. I'm going to fucking breed you."

"Oh my God, yes, please, Sir, get me pregnant, make me carry your child! Creampie my pussy, fill me with all of it, please, fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm going to cum, I'm—!"

Chaeyoung's body goes rigid before she spasms beneath you, a scream ripping through her body when she squirts hard, a strong gush of her release spraying against your skin. Instantly, you spread her legs wide open and fuck harder into her while leaning back, your eyes fixated on the sight of your bodyguard in pure ecstacy, the pleasure from her orgasm having taken control of her entire body. Chaeyoung arches her back, her hips bucking wildly as gush after gush of squirt sprays high into the air. Chaeyoung's release rains down upon the both of you, and the visual of her enjoying orgasmic bliss and your breeding of her orgasming body brings you to orgasm as well.

Shot after shot after shot of thick cum erupts from your tip, fucked deep into her body with every hard thrust you send into her quaking walls. You keep fucking Chaeyoung hard throughout her orgasm, moaning her name just as loudly as she calls for you. Warm pulse after warm pulse of cum fires deep into Chaeyoung's womb, some of it even overflowing out of her fuckhole onto the bed, mixing with the stains she leaves. Pleasure washes all over you—her pussy so damned tight around your cock, even tighter than earlier—and you give her every last drop you can offer.

When you collapse next to Chaeyoung, she crawls into your arms and engages in a soft cuddle. You wrap your arms around your bodyguard, and she snuggles into your embrace.

"Thank you, honey."

"I love you, Chaeng."

Bodyguard, boss, yours, hers.

#kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #kpop smut #male reader #fromis smut #lee chaeyoung smut #fromis chaeyoung smut

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merakiui · 1 year

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mera i have a Thought. omega azul with a captive omega darling, having to rely on jade and floyd to help him take care of her during her heats because try as he might, he can't do it himself (but can't bear to let her go either)

OOOO Azul makes the twins wear a muzzle so they won't be tempted to bite and claim you when they're taking care of you during your heat. >:D It pains Azul to see you suffering and knowing that he can't truly help as well as an alpha can stings. So he'll have the twins care for you during those times because they're the only alphas he can trust to get the job done.

And it's a good deal for the twins. They love Azul's cute captive. The muzzles are troublesome, though. They'd like to be able to kiss you, but knowing how paranoid Azul is... Jade can endure the muzzle, but Floyd always complains about it. It's not fun being unable to kiss and nip and lick. But the reward for helping is good enough and you're always so interesting. He guesses he can work around that pesky mouth cage.

Although knowing how sneaky both can be, I wouldn't be surprised if they found ways to break the magic seal keeping the muzzles on.

#twisted chit chat #tw: abo #tw: omegaverse #yandere twst #n/sfw #jade and floyd thirsting over azul's omega #meanwhile he's basically swatting at them with a stick to keep them away #azul threatening to salt the both of them if they ever *think* about claiming you when he's preoccupied >:(

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gigglycharm · 1 year

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April Fools

Pairing: Lee!deku, Ler!kirishima

Summary: It's April Fool's Day, and Kirishima decides to play a small prank on Deku. The 'small' trick, just so happens to result in big laughs.

Word Count: 1.4k

April 1st. Also known as April Fool's Day. The dorm was full of pranksters, fooling anyone in sight, with the exception of Bakugo. Nobody had dared to even try to fool him yet... So, you would think that he would be who Kirishima was preparing to fool. But no, the redhead had his eyes on a less dangerous target—one who he hadn't had the chance to fool today. Deku. His freckled face was just too precious not to prank, Kirishima thought, alongside a train of other thoughts. 'How will I prank him?', for starters.

Kirishima stepped out of his room and tip-toed toward the living room, where he heard Deku's distinct voice speaking to someone else. The tip-toeing was unnecessary, but it enhanced the sneakiness of this prank. What even was the prank? He hadn't a clue for now. He'd figure it out once he sees Deku, which was right now. The boy was spread out on the couch, watching television, unsuspecting of any pranks for the moment.

"Deku! There you are..." Kirishima offered the smaller boy a warm smile, and in return received an even warmer grin. "Kirishima? Did you need me for something?" Deku spoke, sitting up straight. That's when Kirishima had an amazing idea. The boy remembered a situation that he and Deku were in a few days ago—Deku had splinters in his feet from these pesky sticker burrs that were growing in the dorm's yard. Kirishima, the nice guy he is, offered to help him pluck them out of his soles. Let's just say, Deku had a pair of rather... ticklish feet.

The redhead took a seat beside Deku, putting his arm around his shoulder. "I heard from... er- Kaminari! That there's something on the bottom of your feet..." His tone lowered as he spoke. Deku raised a brow, pulling a foot up onto his knee, and checking the sole. "Ahh, I don't see anything, Kirishima. How would Kaminari even know what's on my feet?"

Kirishima thought for a moment, then asked Deku to put his feet in his lap. Deku was hesitant to speak. "What? Well-well why?" He scratched his head, ruffling around his green hair. Kirishima pulled his arm from Deku's shoulder and scooted to the far side of the couch. He patted his lap, not explaining anything further. It was a motion for the boy to give Kirishima his feet. 'What is going on?' Deku thought.

A moment of awkward silence passed before Deku complied. He slowly raised an ankle and placed it on Kirishima's thigh. He did the same for the other ankle even slower. Kirishima smirked as if he saw what he'd been expecting on Deku's soles.

"I'm sorry to tell you, but you have some writing on your feet. What the hell does this say..." Kirishima leaned his head down to get a closer look at his soles before continuing. "Hm? Tickle my feet -From Izuku Midoriya?" The freckled boy stammered. "Wh-what?" That was all he could say.

Deku was beyond confused... His feet surely didn't say, 'Tickle me', right? And was he the one who wrote it? Kirishima did say that '-From Deku' was there also. The puzzled boy suddenly put the pieces together. This has to be a prank!

"Ha-ha, funny! Kaminari must have fooled you into fooling me... What a prankster." He had a sarcastic tone. He hadn't quite put the pieces together, actually... Hopefully, it'd become more clear with time.

Kirishima shook his head, disagreeing. "No, no, your feet do say 'Tickle me'... And it seems you wrote it yourself? You don't have to be shy! Here, I'll help ya out." He wrapped an arm around Deku's two ankles, turning his back to the greenette. Deku was in shock but was quickly pulled from it when he felt some fingers lightly scratch up and down the arch of his left foot.

"GAH!- Wohohoah, Kahahirishima!" Deku reached over to try and grab Kirishima but was quickly put back in his place by a rough clawing motion, covering the area of both his soles. "GYAH!- AHAha, fuhuhuck, oho myhaha gohosh!" He'd never been tickled like this before by Kirishima. By the rest of the dorm, of course! But for some reason, the boy who was now wrecking Deku's soles was growing more and more needy for that cute laughter he produced—since he'd never had it before.

"Am I doing it right? Hm?" Kirishima hummed, looking back at the mess named Deku. He was flailing all about, already starting to turn red in the face. Kirishima slowed his hands down, trying to keep the boy in a comfy state. He wanted Deku to enjoy what he'd asked for... even though he may have not asked for it at all.

Deku sighed, relieved that the tickling had come to an end. He finally knew what Kirishima was up to and was ready to have a chuckle about it. But Kirishima had other plans... Now that Deku seemed to be fine, he would continue to push him to that ticklish breaking point, not going over, but sure as hell getting close. He gently dug his fingers underneath the boy's toes, causing him to wiggle them around. He began to squeal and shout and beg for help. "Puhulease! I dihidnt ahask for this-uhaha!"

"Yeah, ya did! It's fine, Deku. You don't have to be embarrassed~..." Kirishima became rougher with the wiggling of his fingers, which made Deku squeal even louder. He laughed and laughed, then laughed some more. Kirishima, proud of himself for fooling Deku, decided to let this prank last a little longer... He skittered his fingers down to the ball of Deku's foot, then rapidly dashed across his arch, and up to his toes. He went up and down, quicker and quicker, until the boy behind him was thrashing around on the couch. Deku had managed to throw a few pillows off the couch and even alert some of his dormmates.

Bakugo poked his head into the living room, his ears smoking like a fire. "Keep it down!" He shouted, glaring at Deku. He hadn't acknowledged Kirishima, who was causing all of this. Did he really expect Deku to just be quiet while having his feet crazily tickled?

"Kahachahan! Plehease, hehohelp!" Deku cried out, writhing around on the couch. He needed someone to help him fight off Kirishima. His weak attempts at pulling his feet back weren't enough, obviously.

Kacchan cackled and returned to his room. Deku was almost offended before realizing that it was Bakugo he'd asked for help. He'd have a better chance at asking a shark not to eat him. Or even asking Kirishima to stop tickling him. If he could have clearly spoken, asking for him to stop the tickling, he probably would have considered it. But, Deku's words were entangled with giggles and shrieks, making his words incomprehensible to the human ear.

Kirishima pulled back Deku's toes and scribbled against the ticklish skin, unprepared for the scream that Deku was about to unleash. It was more of a giggle-infused shriek, but nonetheless, it startled Kirishima. He continued to wiggle his fingers underneath his friend's toes, watching as he pleaded for help.

"Kihi-HEHAHEHIHI!- KIHIHIrishihima, puhulease, I cahant!-" Deku was a mess... His face was red, his feet were tingly, and his hair was all messed up. All of that shaking around had made his head look like a bird's nest. Kirishima didn't care about how much of a mess he was, though. However, he did care about exploring Deku's ticklishness even further. He snaked a hand up Deku's leg and onto his inner thigh, lightly clawing at the pale skin.

Deku went berserk. This wasn't a surprise to Kirishima, he knew that the boy was ticklish nearly everywhere. He still held Deku's ankles in an armlock, rapidly prodding the insides of his thighs. The boy was out of breath and couldn't even form incoherent words. Everything was laughter!

"Had enough?" Kirishima teased, digging a few fingers into the pit of Deku's knee. His reply was laughter. Loud, yet cute laughter. He took that as a yes and let his friend's feet go, getting accidentally kicked when he pulled them into his lap as fast as he could. Deku held them in his lap, still giggling from the tingly feelings underneath his toes. Nobody was touching his feet, but even the thought of being tickled made him laugh.

Deku glared at Kirishima, who was grinning from ear to ear. He looked down at the soles of his feet again, even though he knew they were blank. There was no 'Tickle me' on them. "April Fools..!" Kirishima exclaimed, a little worried. The look on Deku's face was suggesting that revenge was soon to come... Maybe next April Fools Day, though.

#deku x kirishima #mha #bnha #lee!deku #ler!kirishima #tickle fic #tickling #gigglycharm

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