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forever-rogue · 1 year

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if that rb was asking for requests…. kisses that start out passionate but grows more delicate + brushing lips together, lingering for a moment, catching your breath, with eddie? love your writing So much you never miss 💗

AN | Friends to lovers! Pining! Misunderstandings! It’s all here 🥺🥰

Warnings | Mild Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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“You’re drooling,” you jumped at the sound of Steve’s voice, almost dropping the hot chocolate you were currently sipping on. You turned and offered him a very pathetic little glare that only caused him to laugh.

“I was not drooling,” you insisted haughtily, “I was looking at the books on that top shelf.”

“I didn’t know Eddie was a book,” fuck. You were so screwed - Steve had caught you red-handed and he would never let you live it down. He might have been your best friend, but he certainly wasn’t afraid to give you a hard time, “it seems like you’re super into reading these days.”

“Steve,” you looked at him with the best puppy dog eyes you could muster up, “please don’t say anything. If you love me, you’ll let it go.”

“Fine,” he sighed dramatically as he bit into his chocolate croissant. Crumbs flaked all over his sweater, which you instinctively brushed away. What you didn’t know was that that happened to be the precise moment Eddie looked over at the two of you. A deep frown settled on his pretty features, “you should just tell him, you know?”

“Tell him what exactly?” you grabbed a napkin and wiped at the corners of his mouth. He made a small sound of content as he swallowed his bite.

“That you’re in love with him!”

“Shut up, Steve!” you hissed, looking around to make sure no one had heard him, clamping your hand over his mouth. Thankfully, no one so much as looked in your direction. You let out a small sigh of relief, “I’m not in love with him! Maybe like..o-or something like that.”

“As if,” he pulled your hand away and raised an eyebrow, “you’re in love with him, he’s in love with you. So…why not finally make a move?”

“Because you’re wrong,” you exhaled deeply before hanging your head. If only what Steve had said was true. It would have made everything so much better, “he’s not…no. He’s just my friend, just like you. And that’s all that either of you will ever be.”

“Excuse me,” Steve scoffed, “I am your best friend. Get it right.”

“The bestest of all time,” you promised softly, reaching up and gently touching his face, “don’t know what I’d do without you, Steve.”

“Suffer,” he teased, but you knew that he was probably right, “luckily you’ll never have to find out.”

“Good,” you let him wrap you up in a tight hug, relaxing into his touch. Besides being a fool, Steve always knew what to say, he was just kind and golden-hearted in that way. But…he might have had a bit of an ulterior motive to his hug. Unlike your obliviousness, he was fully aware of the fact that Eddie had been watching the two of you like a hawk.

If he couldn’t get you to confess your feelings, maybe he could get Eddie to. If Eddie was jealous enough of Steve, surely he would be pushed into saying something. Right? Right. Steve happened to be a naturally affectionate person, so it wasn’t unusual for the two of you to be touchy-feely. He was just going to ramp it for as long as it took.

Steve Harrington had a plan.

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Movie night this week was at Steve’s house. How perfect…and totally planned. Not just by Steve this time, but naturally Robin had to put in her two cents and the chaos duo that they were came up with a grand idea.

You were in the kitchen, getting snacks when Steve came in and joined you. The kitchen was open to the living room and you could see everyone starting to get comfortable for whatever movie Nancy and Jonathan had picked out. Mostly, your eyes were glued to Eddie, watching as the pretty boy talked to Dustin. He'd caught your eye a few times and exchanged soft smiles with you, but you just couldn't bring yourself to go over to him.

"Hey babe," Steve was being a little loud, louder than he normally was, but you just chalked it up to the fact that the house was buzzing with the whole gang, "what'cha getting for snacks?"

"The classics," you stated as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. Steve stood behind you and wrapped an arm around your midsection, resting his chin on your shoulder. You warmed up to him, both of you fans of physical touch and leaned into his touch, "popcorn, chips - two different kinds since the kids are picky, pizza has been ordered, and there's plenty of sodas!"

"You're the best," Steve whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. He looked into the living room quickly to make sure Eddie was looking over. Thanks to Robin's little idea of sitting across from him and chatting so he'd be forced to look your way. Steve turned his head and hid his face, trying not to laugh out loud, "the absolute best."

Everyone made it through the first movie without issue, save for Max falling asleep for a little bit, head resting on Lucas’ shoulder. They were too cute for their own good sometimes. But a bathroom and refuel of snacks break was called and you decided to go to the backyard to get some fresh air for a few minutes. It was pretty outside, the stars were out and the moon was full, and everything felt so calm and tranquil, which was a far cry from what you normally experienced; naturally you had to take advantage.

You heard the sliding glass door open and expected it to be Steve or Robin, but ended up locking eyes with Eddie. Your breath hitched in your throat as you smiled softly…unfortunately he didn’t return the smile, only offering you a stiff nod. You walked over to him, instinctively reaching for his arm and out a hand on his strong bicep.

“Hey,” your heart was beating nervously as you looked at him, soft eyed and honeyed smiled, “everything alright?”

“Yeah,” he insisted, relieved (and disappointed) at the loss of your touch on his arm. Your expression faltered, not quite sure why he seemed so distant with you. He’d been distant lately, you realized. How very strange, “‘s alright.”

“Eddie,” did you have to sound so sweet and innocent when you said his name like that? It made him want to melt into a puddle at your feet, “are we okay? I feel like you’ve been..off lately. Did I do something?”

His big brown eyes widened as he looked at you in disbelief. You had no clue - no clue that he was desperately in love with you. So much that it made his heart ache every time he saw you and Steve together. Either you were a great actress, or you were really so blind. You must have - you were dating Steve after all. A thought that never ceased to grind his gears. He shook his head and tried to play it off, “no, sweetheart, you didn’t. I’ve just been…busy.”

“Busy,” you repeated softly and he just nodded, avoiding your eyes, “oh.”

You sounded so heartbroken at his obvious lie - you were. He looked at you and shrugged lightly, giving you a small, but apologetic look, “sorry.”

What exactly was he sorry for? Sorry for being in love with you while you dated his friend? Sorry for being lovesick and heartbroken over you? Sorry for being scared and running away from you? Realistically it was all of the above.

“Okay,” your lips formed into a pretty, plump pout. Eddie wanted nothing more than to kiss it away, to kiss you until it was all better, to kiss you until you realized that you were it for him. You rocked back and forth on your heels for a moment before gently pushing past him, “I’ll see you around, I guess.”

“Wait, sweetheart - “ but you were already gone and back inside, closing the door behind you. You hadn’t waited for him to say anything else, already feeling the tears stinging at the back of your eyes. You didn’t want him to see you cry, so you opted to run away and let the tears roll down your cheeks in peace. Eddie groaned at him, scrubbing a hand over his tired over, “fuck.”

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It had been just about a week since the fiasco at movie night. Not that anyone besides you and Eddie were privy to that piece of information. The two of you had avoided each other like the plague since, neither of you ready to fully discuss what had happened.

This particular night found the lot of you at the county fair, ready to indulge in overpriced and overly fried food, games, and rides. Plus the baby animals, that part was always one of your favorites. The younger kids had split off, promising to meet up at the front when it was time to leave.

That left Nancy and Jonathan, with the couple wandering off on their own, and you, Steve, Robin, and Eddie. Of course. But - the little chaos duo had another plan up their sleeves.

Robin tugged on Eddie’s sleeve and motioned with her head in the direction of the food area, “ready to try every single disgustingly fried thing?”

“Duh,” Eddie didn’t hesitate to high five her and trail after her, turning around to give you and Steve a small wave. The fact that he saw Steve’s arm around your shoulders made him scowl; it was so painfully obvious. Mission accomplished.

“Hey,” you turned to the boy and reached for his hand, “can we go and look at the baby animals first? I don’t wanna go too late in case they need to sleep!”

“I…” the look he gave you was nothing but fond affection. He took your hand and laced your fingers together, nothing new or foreign to either of you, “I would love to.”

You made a small sound of delight before pulling him along with you. The cherry on top was that you opted to take the quickest and most direct route to the stables, which just happened to be right through the food stalls. This moment was practically writing itself at this point.

Robin could barely hide her glee when spotted the two of you, making sure to move around Eddie so he would see the two of you. And did he ever - he was practically glaring daggers at Steve.

“She looks pretty tonight,” Robin commented innocently as she looked after you, “her dress is cute.”

“Mhmm,” he agreed through gritted teeth, “sure does.”

“Yeah,” Robin sighed wistfully, “she’s got great style, and she’s pretty. But also so smart and kind like…that’s dream girl status.”

“I guess,” yes, he wanted to scream, yes. You were his dream girl; you had been since the day he’d met you. He’d just been too much of a wimp to make a move and lost to you King Steve. He wanted to punch himself at the idea.

“Well,” she looped her arm through his, “maybe one day, she’ll meet her dream man.”

“Too bad she’s already met him,” Eddie couldn’t help it. He wanted to pout and be sad, and he figured if anyone understood, it would be Robin. She looked up at him and raised her eyebrows, internally screaming at the fact that their plan was finally coming to fruition, “his hair’s stupid.”

“What are you talking about, Eddie?” she asked softly, doing her very best to keep an innocent look on her face. So much for having no acting skills, she thought, take that Steve.

“Steve,” he sighed in exasperation, trying to cut some of the bitterness out of his voice, “she’s dating Steve! She’s in love with him. Her dream man.”

“Eddie,” oh yes. It was all coming together, “she’s not dating Steve. They’re best friends. They’ve known each other since they were like five-years-old - they’re more brother and sister than anything.”

“What?” Eddie’s eyes almost bugged out of the sockets as he tried to wrap his mind around what Robin had said. Surely…there was no way. No way that Eddie Munson might actually have a chance with you, “but they’re so…touchy?”

“That’s just how they are,” she shrugged as she moved up in line and placed their order while the boy seemed to malfunction, “they’re affectionate people. All touchy-feely. But trust me, Steve Harrington is not her dream man.”

“So…” Eddie held his face in his hands, heart beating wildly, “where did they go?”

“Knowing her, probably to see the baby animals,” Robin shrugged, trying to contain her excitement. Eddie nodded before turning on his heel.

“I gotta go!” and he was off and running after you without anymore. Robin sighed in content as she grabbed the plate of food and made her way over to an empty table to wait for Steve.

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It wasn’t but a few minutes before he joined her, looking giddy as ever. The two of them high-fived, “I saw Eddie coming so I just kinda ditched her. I’m sure the rest will work itself out. Operation Lovestruck is a success!”

You hadn’t even noticed that Steve had left your side, enthralled by the little lambs and sheep. They were all clambering for your attention, which you eagerly gave them, crouching down and petting their soft fur. It wasn’t until a shadow loomed over you that you realized you hadn’t been paying attention.

“Steve-” you stood up but found yourself face to face with Eddie. His face was a mix of excitement and nerves as he smiled softly at you, “oh. H-hey Eddie.”

“Hey,” his voice was too soft for his own good, “can we talk?”

“Yeah,” your worst fears started swirling around your mind. He was going to end his friendship with you. He was going to call out for being a creep over him. He was going to tell you that he despised you. It had to be something bad, right?

You followed him out of the stables and to the back, where it was more quiet and secluded. He stopped and turned to you, soft brown eyes studying you intently; no one had ever looked at you like that before. Your stomach was practically bursting with butterflies as you tried to find something, anything, to say. You were left speechless as you looked back at the pretty boy.

It happened before you knew it. Eddie’s warm, gentle hands cradled your face as he leaned in and kissed you. You accepted his kiss, eagerly and happily, closing your eyes and leaning into him, wrapping your fingers delicately around his wrists. He was kissing you like it was the last thing he would ever do, like it was the only he ever wanted to do. You melted like putty in his touch, letting him kiss you dizzy.

You parted for just a moment to catch your breath, exchanging shy smiles before he pressed his forehead yours. But you wanted more; now that you had a taste you never wanted to let go. You captured his soft lips with yours, kissing him gently and softly, in no particular rush but wanting the intimacy of closeness with him.

“I really like you,” he whispered after a few moments of blissful silence in which you exchanged a few more soft kisses.

“I kinda figured,” you teased, “after the whole you know, kissing me thing.”

“I thought you were dating Harrington,” he confessed and you looked at him in confusion before breaking into a fit of giggles. A pretty blush colored his cheeks, “don’t laugh! It’s not that far of a stretch.”

“Steve? Eww,” you laughed and that helped him to relax, “he’s like my brother, I’d never…no.”

“Fuck,” he breathed out in relief as he reached up to touch your face, his thumb gently brushing over the apple of your cheek, “if I knew that I would said something a lot sooner. I just-”

You cut him off by kissing him again, catching him by surprise as he gasped lightly before kissing you back. You really liked kissing him, “you know, the funny thing is Steve kept pushing me to tell you how I feel.”

“How do you feel?”

“I really like you,” you echoed his words and brought the biggest smile to his face. He could get used to hearing that, “do you wanna go and look at the baby animals with me and then stuff our faces with fried food?”

“On one condition.”

“Name it.”

“I get to kiss you more,” there was a cheeky little grin on his face as you pressed a kiss to his cheeks, “lots more.”

“Definitely,” you promised and reached for his hand, “now let’s go! We gotta see the babies before they have to go to sleep!”

Oh yeah. Eddie Munson was a sucker for you.

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denjirv · 2 years

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◌⑅⃝●♡⋆♡ Pretty Girl! ♡⋆♡●⑅⃝◌

Denji gets in touch with his feminine side in a interesting way

⏤͟͟͞͞☆A/N: Fun fact I love it when guys aren't afraid to be in touch with their feminine side ❤️

CW are just of sub!Denji, GN reader, Blowjob, Dacryphilia, minor edgeing with some genderplay with a main focus of femmenization (but not force cause liking girly things are completely normal and should never be looked down upon 👍🏼) “Bleh this tastes awful!” Denji smacked his lips tasting the lip gloss that you were putting on his lips. The misleading pink and sweet smelling gloss coating his lips as he wipes it with the sleeve of his arm. “You know when it says it’s ‘strawberry flavored’ it doesn't mean literally?” You snicker watching your boyfriend pout as he crosses his arms. “Well I don’t get it! It tastes nasty but it makes you look so kissable!” He won’t lie, ever since he noticed you starting to doll up more on your dates he’s been nonstop kissing you. Partly because he wants your marks all over him and he gets to show it off, but seeing how invested and how pretty your makeup look he wanted to try it Though not saying it out loud cause “it’s weird for guys to be into that stuff”. Or that’s what he hears from the men he was surrounded with growing up. But there was that look Denji had, the kind that his eyes are wanting something. “Denji I’m not gonna let you eat thi-” “Could you do my makeup?” Denji’s face grew red watching you stop your sentence midway. He felt the pink on his cheeks grow more of a rogue red as he stayed silent. “Oh really? I mean sure but you have to stay still”. Denji blinked confused, tilting his head as he stared at you almost in disbelief of your nonchalant behavior. “Wait really? But like, isn't that super weird?” He was really trying to wrap his head around it. It shouldn’t take that much brain power but he’s looking at you like you just said some complicated math equation. “I mean some people might think so but who cares! As long as you’re happy then fine by me” You patted your lap as you grabbed your makeup brushes. “Here, come sit” And like a dog he moves over to sit on your lap. Luckily he wasn’t too heavy so you were able to not let your leg fall asleep too soon. “Hmmm, well you choose what color you want me to do” Out lay was selections of colorful palettes all with different kinds of vibrate and sometimes glittery colors. But as Denji was struggling to pick his fingers point to the pink rosey color. “That one maybe, it’s pink like your lip gloss…and I think it’ll match!” Your heart must’ve skipped a beat cause he’s actually trying to put in effort of what he wants to use. “Good choice, babe!” You perk up before cheerfully dabbing the brush onto the color. “Close your eyes ok? I don’t want any dust in your eyes” Screwing his eyes shut you giggle, covering your mouth at how silly he looks you gently rub his cheek with your free thumb “Relax babe, I can’t see what i'm working with if your eyelids are all shriveled up” Denji was getting more nervous as he relaxed his face. Your soft touch helps him loosen up as you start putting on his eye shadow. It compliments his skin well as you watch him react to the feathery touch of the brush with a twitching lip. “I know it tickles but this is nothing compare to later on” Eyeliner will be a bitch to handle with but you want him to feel pretty like you so you continue with adding more eyeshadow. “Alright and you want me to add glitter too?” You pointed the brush at the sparkly white powder as Denji’s eyes lit up. “Yes, do it!!” He was getting all giddy which was great. He’s warming up now as once again he closes his eyes but this time you notice his more content smile as you put it on him. He was starting to look cuter, and ever so kissable. Trial and error later with you trying to get Denji to not laugh when you start doing his eyeliner. But the end result was perfect as you showed him what he’d looked like “Woah…that’s me? I look…like a girl!” Denji wasn’t sure how he should feel since the way you did his makeup was something he wasn't too sure how to feel. He liked it but there was a tickling feeling in his stomach that might’ve left him breathing shakily. “You ok?” You looked at him worried, does he not like it? Denji’s leg was squirming around as he looked at himself more in the mirror. It was seriously fucking with his mind. It’s just him yet he felt something off about the way his face suddenly looked more femmenine. His eyes admiring the small details of his makeup he didn’t feel your hands around his waist. “What don’t tell me, I awakened something in you did I?” You would laugh but if it wasn’t for the fact that he does look rather appetizing with his shy blush and his hand covering his bulge. “Shh shhh don’t be shy now, here let me ease you up a little” You start to move your hand to his cock from under his shorts as he bit his lower lip once he felt your soft hands gently stroking his tip. “F-Fuck Y/N you feel so good..” He starts to lean into your touch as his mind was fighting back on letting you touch him in his embarrassing state but lust overpowers his thoughts. He lays against you as he watches his cock get stroked by you. “Love it when I jerk your pretty girl cock hm?” Girl cock? Denji looked confused as he was trying to get words out in between whimpers. “Girl? Hhhgh- But I’m a boy” He looked up at you with cloudy eyes, his blush never leaving his cheek as he kept on stuttering each word. “ But I’m a boy! N-Not a girl…” He protested rather weakly as you pulled a high pitch whine out of him once he felt a pressure on his leaking tip. With your fingers you trace along his slit as he leaned back further against you. His head whips back as he feels you squeeze his shaft. “Such a sweet girl, her cock is making her feel so weird” Cooing against his red tipped ears as he looks down, gasping with each stroke you make. You can feel his poor cock twitching with each word you tease him with and with how inconscient your pacing is. “Please let me cum! I’I can’t take it anymore” He starts to sound desperate as his chest rises and falls. “You wanna cum sweetheart?” You feigned innocence as when he was starting to go over the edge you stop and watch his eyes look up in disappointment as he lets out a groan. “Pleaseeee please please! Just make me cum already I-I’ll be good I swear!” Denji was starting to tear up as his cheeks were subtly wet from tears that escaped from his cloudy eyes. “Then say it, baby. Say that you’re my good girl” You rested your hand on his shaft as you listened to his incohesive whining. “B-But I feel dirty saying that” His soft pink lips pout when he thinks about that word, he hated how his cock twitched to the thought. But it felt weird saying it, then again he thought- If you want him to say it then that must mean it’s ok. With trembling lips and eyes getting wet with his tears he speaks up shyly. “P-P…Please let your good…good” He was trailing off when he saw how your hand started to agonizingly go up and down his shaft. “Hmm? My good what now?” You smile ever so sweetly to him. Encouraging him to keep going as he closes his eyes before taking a deep breath. “Please let your good girl cum please!” His face scrunches when he feels your hand suddenly stop. He made sure he was loud enough so why did you stop? ‘I'm so glad to hear, my pretty girl” You giggled seeing his grumpy face when you teased him with the nickname. He was about to scold you before suddenly gasping when you bent down to suck his cock instead. “Wha- wait wait this is too much!!” He tries to pull your head up but you keep bobbing your head with his tip. His chest heaving and his mascara was running with how much tears there were Pink eyeshadow and eyeliner melting from the tears as a stream of black falls over his cheek. He was gasping and his legs were starting to squirm. “Gghhhh please I-I’m gonna cum! Y-You’re pretty girl is gonna cum–!!” Before you could prepare your throat his cock throbbed before shooting its hot salty load into your mouth. Followed by Denji’s greedy hands pushing your head down. Crying so pathetically with a high pitched squeal he keeps your head still. Even though you needed to breathe you kept drinking every last drop that made him start sobbing. “Ok t-that’s enough!! I-I’m lettin go!!” He placed his hands onto the sheet cover as you kept overstimulating his cock. After a minute of suck you pull away and look at Denji’s messed up makeup that’s now left marks on the bed. His body was shaking and his cock was limp against his thighs. “So how’s that for an awakening?” You flop onto the bed as Denji follows suit. His face red and his hair disheveled as he turns to you. “Felt weird but I kinda like it…it feels pretty good having this on you know? I feel hot!” He laughed as you gently pushed his arm, laughing along with him. “Is that way you keep your makeup on sometimes when we have se-”. You kissed his mouth while he spoke. “Ok how about we get some rest and maybe later I’ll practice more makeup stuff on you how bout that?” “Say less!” He was back to being giddy again even with his soul sucked and having to call himself a girl for you. He switches so quick if it means he gets more quality time with you

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papurgaatika · 2 months

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as an avid fan of getting piercings, piercer! tommy giving you a tongue piercing has entered my mind. just thinking about him holding your chin so gently while your tongue is out so he can mark a good spot in the center. imagine being all nervous and fidgety in the chair while he preps the needle and clamp and he just looks over at you with those big puppy dog eyes and a soft smile.

"don't worry sweetheart it'll be over in a second" and suddenly all your nerves have dissipated and your breathing evens out. and then he tells you to go ahead and lean back on the chair, grabbing the clamp and putting it on your tongue, making sure everything was in the right position.

"alright keep that tongue out for me," he grabs the needle and you swear your face is beet red at his words. "okay deep breath in and out" the needle pierces your tongue, much faster than you thought and with a lot less pain than you had expected. He grabs the head of the jewelry, a small heart, and starts to screw it on with a sympathetic look.

and then his fingers run up your cheek wiping away a stray tear that you hadn't even noticed. "that last bits the worst part, i know" he smiles at you and takes off his gloves, handing you a napkin to help clean up any spit that had collected.

you hear him whisper out a "looks real pretty" and your face is hot again. you're sure he's just admiring his own handiwork right? he surely isn't calling you pretty right?? you blush and thank him again for doing a good job and stick out your tongue to let him get one last look. You pay and leave a hefty tip before grabbing his card and following his instagram, and hovering over the DM button.

ANYWAY this is so so niche and literally just written while i'm in bed but i saw a tiktok that fueled this. as always thank you @joelsdagger for letting me yell about this at her, she's so real for this. Secondly, i do not have a tongue piercing, just a lot of ear ones so i hope this is realistic enough!!

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abitohoney · 1 year

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WE NOW KNOW ABOUT WEREWOLF SEVIKA BUT WHAT ABOUT SEVIKA WITH A WEREWOLF READER!!

Good question (and my apologies for the delay)! Here's some thoughts (with a Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Blood (minor mention, nothing too graphic), some NSFW at the end (nothing explicit) MDNI

Unlike Werewolf Sevika, I think you're going to be a much sweeter, excited werewolf girlfriend, more than happy to earn and hear that lovely praise of "good girl."

You're big on giving Sevika face kisses, in human or werewolf form. She, however, is much more preferential to your sweet human kisses than the wet, slobbery ones you tend to give as a werewolf. Those earn you a stern look as she wipes the back of her human hand across her cheek to remove the absurd amount of drool left in your tongue's wake, but oddly enough she never seems to get very mad. You're convinced she actually enjoys the affection, despite the mess, but you'll never bring that up.

Fetch, especially with the bones of your victims, is one of your favorite past times, but convincing Sevika to play along is damn near impossible. Unless of course you use your secret weapon. (Hint; It's your sweet puppy-dog eyes. Works for anything you want while in human form too.)

The long, fluffy tail behind you wags excitedly as you approach Sevika on all fours, completely oblivious to how the blood from the bone in your mouth, mixed with your own drool, is dripping all over the rug situated at the entrance of your shared apartment. She's sitting at the kitchen table, working on her augmented arm, equally oblivious to your current state.

Once by her side, you nudge the side of her thigh with your snout in an attempt to grab her attention. Focused on removing several screws from her shoulder joint, she pays you no mind, ignoring you even as you try a second time.

Desperate to get your girlfriend's attention, you move to press your cold, wet nose into the exposed flesh of her side. She jumps with a start at that and you sit back on your haunches, staring up at her with your big scary black eyes, but with the most pleading puppy look you can manage. Her head spins to shoot you a nasty glare as she bites down on her cigarillo so she can snap at you.

"What do you want?"

Your tail slows down in speed at her tone.

Catching sight of the clearly human bone in your mouth, as apparent by the remaining tendons and flesh hanging from it, Sevika's eyes narrow further as she sets down the screwdriver she'd been using to give you her full attention.

"Babe," she starts, with that lilt in her voice you know is going to lead to a scolding, your ears drooping in preparation. "What did I tell you about bringing body parts into our apartment?"

Lowering your head, you gently drop the bone onto the tile floor and peer beady-eyed up at her from under your lids, releasing a soft whimper. Tail now completely still, you avert your gaze entirely.

After a brief moment of silence, your pout of shame doing seemingly nothing to her unwavering glare, she finally releases a deep sigh, smoke billowing from her flaring nostrils.

"I'm not going to throw that nasty fucking thing for you to fetch," she starts, sounding irritated, but surprisingly less pissed off. "Just let me finish with these repairs, and I'll throw a fucking stick for you a few times."

Tail ramping back up immediately to top speed wagging, you quickly rise to your feet, tongue out and barely able to contain your excitement.

"Calm down," Sevika grumbles, "Just sit nicely until I'm done or I might change my mind."

Ever the obedient werewolf girlfriend, you sit back down, but not before scooting close enough for you to rest your chin on her lap. Shaking her head, she turns back to her arm before murmuring a quiet, "Good girl."

While in your werewolf form you absolutely LOVE walkies with Sevika, but it's another one of those things that take some strategic puppy faces to get her to agree. She'll tell you you're a grown ass woman, who even in werewolf form is a fucking biped, so go walk your own damn self.

What you love even more than walkies is belly rubs. If it's just a chill day off, the two of you relaxing on the couch or in bed, Sevika will usually oblige when you intentionally aim your fuzzy belly her way. And oh do you love those metal fingers of hers. Enough so you'll make sure you lie on that side of her every time, even if it means sprawling your furry body across her lap. She'll simply glare at your puppy eyes and dopey smile for a moment before pinching the bridge of her nose and sighing, caving into your silent request.

Sevika definitely will not tolerate fleas, so if you end up with them you better believe you're either getting a flea bath or you can forget about snuggling up with her in bed. You'll be in the damn dog house until they're gone.

Above everything else, your all time favorite werewolf past time with Sevika is just lying next to her on the couch with your furry head in her lap while she has a smoke. If you're lucky enough, and she's feeling particularly relaxed, you might even get some absentminded head scratches and pets from her. And if you're real lucky, you'll start to doze off from the warmth and attention, but remain awake just enough to catch, through the tiny slit of your barely open eyes, a hint of a smile on her face as she stares down at you adoringly.

You have a tendency to be quite naughty while Sevika is out running errands for Silco. She'll come home some nights to find you having destroyed something of hers, to which you always explain as an instinctual reaction to missing her. It's not like you do it in your human form. Usually.

After a particularly grueling day, Sevika enters the apartment late at night, unbeknownst to you as you are fast asleep in bed. Kicking off her weighted boots with an equally heavy sigh, she makes her way through the dark hallway towards the bedroom. Stepping on something, or rather several somethings, she pauses, purple orbs, still glowing from the fight she'd come from not minutes ago, drop to the floor. Eyes not quite adjusted to the lack of light, she bends down to pick up one of the items to take a closer look.

Something soft, dark, with bits off fluff poking out.

"My fucking slippers," she grumbles to herself before tossing the shredded piece back to the floor and continuing her trek down the hallway, brows furrowing further each time she steps on a new piece. A faint yellow glow creeps through the cracks of the bedroom door, which isn't quite closed all the way to allow Sevika to enter quietly. Despite being entirely too displeased with her third pair of slippers being destroyed this week, she makes an effort to push the door open quietly, freezing in the doorway as her eyes fall upon your furry body glowing under the light of a small bedside lamp.

Lying peacefully on the bed, you're curled up in a large nest made of Sevika's clothing, snout buried in the cup of one of her bras. After a terribly lonely day without your girlfriend, and feeling too tired to stay up waiting any longer, you had used what little energy that remained to collect any and all of her clothing, dirty or clean, to make yourself a nice soft bed filled with the scent of her.

Seeing you so serene surrounded by her clothing, Sevika can't quite bring herself to stay mad at you. Another sigh escapes her nose and she quietly undresses before carefully moving enough of the clothing from the bed to allow her to lie down. Turning her back to your softly snoring form, she pulls the chain to the lamp, leaving the two of you in darkness.

Just as Sevika's about to pass out, she feels a warm, fluffy body press against her back. A wet nose nuzzles against the back of her neck and she stiffens, but fights the urge to tell you to back off. Even while asleep your long, thick tongue slips out to give Sevika several languid, sloppy kisses along the top of her spine.

"Missed you too, babe," Sevika murmurs as she closes her eyes again, unaware that you had woke just enough to catch the sweet words.

You growl at anyone who comes to your door, an instinctual act of protection.

You have no manners when it comes to enjoying Sevika's scent, coming up behind her as she's traversing the apartment and just shoving your snout between her thick thighs to get a good sniff. She, however, is much less enthused by this. Usually ends with you receiving a swift smack to your snout and a stern glare from those stormy gray eyes.

You are extremely protective of Sevika when in your werewolf form. If anyone happens to make a threat to your girlfriend, you can turn that sweet puppy act off in an instant, becoming a feral, terrifying beast.

When you're in heat, oh boy does Sevika try hard to stay the fuck away from you because all you want to do is hump, which she refuses to partake in until you return to human form. But even then, she's the one in control. Every. Single. Time. No exceptions.

Sevika loves to have you in a collar and leash, under her control, and you are more than happy to oblige, regardless of which form you are in.

"You know," Sevika drawls as she slowly saunters towards you, "you were a pretty bad girl for me yesterday." Despite her being entirely nude after having just showering, your eyes remain glued to her face in the reflection of your floor length mirror, body tensing when you catch the way she shakes her head as she tsks in disappointment. "Attacking our targets when I had very clearly told you to heel. Tore them to shreds before I could interrogate them, and made such a mess."

Opening your mouth to protest, or apologize, anything to dig yourself out of the hole you dug for yourself, you freeze when you feel her cold claws run up along the back of a thigh, slipping under the tiny, pink, silk negligee you wore specifically in an attempt to help get you out of trouble. A pathetic whimper falls from your mouth instead.

"Perhaps I need to put you on a leash," she purrs into your ear as she grabs a handful of your ass cheek. A wicked smile paints her face when you wince and whimper in response to how blissfully painful her talons are as they sink into your unforgiving flesh. "What do you think, sweetheart?"

"I- I-" you stammer, too lost in the realization that you're about to be punished for misbehaving. Too lost in the mixture of fear, anticipation and arousal that induces. Her body is so close to you that despite her cold metal hand gripping your ass and your lack of substantial clothing, you can feel the heat radiating from her body, enough to make you light headed.

"On you knees," she commands, voice deep and unwavering. She removes her hand, but not without first dragging those sharp fingers across your skin.

Your immediately drop to your knees on the hard tile floor, wide, doe eyes never leaving hers in the reflection. That nasty little smirk of hers remains and she rakes her metal fingers through your hair and along your scalp with the perfect amount of pressure to have you nearly melting into a puddle.

"That's my good girl," she hums appreciatively and your eyes close as your legs tremble with the ache of arousal, a moan escaping your parted lips.

Hearing the sound of a drawer opening, you open your lust-filled eyes to find Sevika's human hand reaching into a drawer beside the mirror and pull out several pink items; a collar and leash. Your gaze drifts back up to her face in the mirror, watching her grin in appreciation as she slides the soft leather collar around your neck and secures it snuggly against your throat.

"Look how pretty you are for me," she says and her mirthful eyes meet yours, waiting for your reaction.

You allow your gaze to fall to the reflection of your new addition. A thick, pink collar adorned with tiny, sparkling gemstones along the top and bottom edges. But what really catches your attention is the black lettering across the length of it. 'Sevika's bitch'.

Reaching up, you tentatively run your fingers across the soft leather, the sharp stones, the markings indicating who you belong to. It's beautiful. It's perfect. And you'd gladly wear this anywhere, regardless of your human or werewolf form.

"Now, how about we test how well you behave with a leash."

She reaches around the front of your neck to clasp the leash to the silver ring attached to your collar, giving it a little tug to make sure it's secure.

"Hands and knees for master," she instructs and you obediently turn on your knees to face her, falling forward onto your palms as she takes several steps backwards until the short leash is fully extended. Head tilted back so your beady eyes can watch her hungry ones, you crawl forward as she slowly steps backwards, keeping the leash taught.

When the backs of her calves bump into the small bench against the wall, she takes a seat at the very edge. You pause, waiting for her command. Lips curling into a sinful smirk, she slowly spreads her large thighs and you lick your lips in anticipation at the sight of what you assume will be your meal tonight.

With a quick, harsh tug of the leash, she pulls you forward and between her legs.

"Come and eat, pet."

#arcane #Sevika #sevika x reader #arcane sevika x reader #sevika imagine #honey writes

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was reminded of the soulmate stories again. here's a couple of phrases if you're interested in testing your skills

He is good at eating pickles and telling women about his emotional problems.

I honestly find her about as intimidating as a basket of kittens.

People generally approve of dogs eating cat food but not cats eating dog food.

The beach was crowded with snow leopards.

I'll have you know I've written over fifty novels

I never knew what hardship looked like until it started raining bowling balls.

There's a reason that roses have thorns.

Courage and stupidity are all I have.

Ah, shish... Here we go again...

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

"Your dad didn't train you at all?" Ruby asked before shoving her burger into her mouth.

"Nope." Jaune replied, stirring his ketchup, mustard, and mayonnaise together. "Dad wasn't much good at anything. Kind of why Mom left him."

Ruby wiped her lips of grease and sauce. "Ouch. When did this happen?"

"Uh, shortly after my youngest sister was born." Jaune squeaked his straw as he tried to remember. "So about a year or so ago."

"Was he a bad husband?" Ruby asked, then flushed and waved her hands. "I'm so sorry for prying! You don't have to answer!"

"It's fine." Jaune chuckled. "Not so much bad as he is... unreliable. He would spend most of his nights at the bar after spending all day watching TV."

"Yeesh!" Ruby winced. "Was he good at anything?"

Jaune tapped his chin as he looked up. Then scratched his cheek as he look down. He crossed his arms and shut his eyes to think. Grumbling, he sighed and rested his elbows on the table with a sigh. His next words changed everything for the two friends.

"Not really." Jaune shook his head. "He's good at eating pickles and telling women his emotional problems, but not much else."

Ruby almost choked on her soda as she spat on her glowing hand. Those same words spiraled under now soaking napkins she used to clean herself.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She fervently wiped. "I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay!" Jaune chuckled as he helped wipe away the sticky syrup, unaware of the glowing words. His fingers briefly touched hers, and Ruby felt like she was on cloud nine. Jaune was confused, though. "Uh, are you okay, Ruby?"

"Yeah," she sighed, admiring her friend in a new light, "just perfect."

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"OH GOD, PLEASE NO!"

"Ooh!" Cardin winced at the strike made against his teammate. "Looks like Lark is out."

"Better luck next year, eh, Cardin?" Jaune chuckled.

"Screw you, Jaune." Cardin scoffed. "Don't forget that you're up against her next, so you better be ready to eat mud."

"I'm not too worried." Jaune shrugged. "She's been teaching me since we were kids. If anyone's gonna be a match for her, it might as well be me."

"And that ends the first round of the tournament!" The announcer called out into his microphone. "Let's give a round of applause for Sky Lark and Pyrrha Nikos!"

The crowd of the ren fair roared as the two combatants stood and bowed for the audience, before Lark limped off with the only real wound being to his pride.

"Just remember that I'm taking you down in the semis, so don't go disappointing me." Cardin jabbed his finger into Jaune's chest.

"Yeah, yeah." Jaune batted the offensive digit away. "I'll save you from big, bad Pyrrha Nikos."

"Is that what you really think of me?" The two knights turned to meet Pyrrha's smirking face at him. "Because if you'd like, I can show you big and bad."

"Save it for the ring, Pyrrha." Jaune chuckled. "Otherwise it'll be wasted when we go toe-to-toe."

"You think you can win this year?"

"I don't need to win. I just have to beat you."

"What is wrong with you?" Cardin asked. "I get that you guys are friends, but it's still jarring to me that you're smack-talking Pyrrha Nikos! You might as well be fighting a tiger!"

Jaune laughed. "I honestly find her about as intimidating as a box of kittens." Pyrrha heart thumped, as she felt a burning itch on her shield arm.

"Well then," Pyrrha stood taller with a dangerous grin, "I'll just have to earn my stripes, won't I?" She then swiftly turned on her heel to exit.

"...Did she just reference a cereal mascot?" Jaune asked.

"DID I JUST REFERENCE A CEREAL MASCOT?!" Pyrrha screamed into her cestuses.

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"Are you sure he's okay?" Nora asked in a worried tone as her cat was gently pulled and moved this way and that.

Ren was always a lazy feline, but lately, he seemed more lethargic than before. He barely moved for his food, his toys lay unplayed with for weeks, and his scratching post looked brand new! Nora rubbed her hands, fearing the worst.

"Give it to me straight, doc!" Nora shouted. "Is it feline leukemia? Kuru? C.E.M.?!"

"In order, no, he's perfectly healthy. No, because that's a human condition from cannibalism. And no, because that's a sexually transmitted infection for horses." Jaune scratched Ren's ear, receiving a purr in response.

"Then what's wrong with him, then?" Nora asked.

"Hm, well, there's nothing physically wrong with him." Jaune scratched his chin. "How has he been emotionally? Any sudden changes at home?"

"Not really." Nora rubbed her hands. "I mean, I bought new cat food that he really likes, but then when my friend Emerald brought her cat, she said that the food I had was about as good as dog food." She gasped. "Is that it?! Do you think he's self-conscious about himself? Is that why he's eating less?!"

"Hm, could be." Jaune pet along Ren's side. "What kind of brand is it?"

"It's Pup-Step, Healthy Hair Blend." Nora answered.

"The dog food brand for puppies?"

"Y-Yeah." Nora scratched her head. "It looked a lot like what I normally get, so I figured I'd stick with what I got."

"Uh-huh." Jaune pulled his hand away, to which Ren began grooming himself. "Well, there's nothing to suggest dog food is nutritionally bad for cats, or at least when comparing puppies to full grown cats. But it could be more filling for Ren, meaning he's less likely to move around as much. I'd suggest sticking to your usual brand for now."

"So he's not self-conscious about what Em said?" Nora asked.

Jaune shrugged. "I mean, people generally approve of dogs eating cat food, but not cats eating dog food. With that in mind, though, I think it would be best to feed animals what they're meant to be fed."

As Jaune was looking away to write in his medical book thingie, Nora felt her heart jump almost through her chest. She quietly leaned down and peeled open her sock, where blue letters danced across her foot. She brought herself face to face with Ren, who was sitting quietly in the office.

"Everything okay, Nora?" She stood straight, her face lightly flushed from the surprise he gave her. "You were staring pretty hard at Ren."

"Uh, y-yeah, I, uh, just had a lot to think about when I get home." She lied smoothly.

"Well, if you'd like, I can take the dog food off your hands. I can swing by your apartment to pick it up."

"Yeah." Nora nodded, an idea brewing in her head. "I think I can work with that."

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"So how long have you been here?" Jaune asked the woman.

"Too long." She replied, staring into the fire she made. "Long enough to lose track of time."

"Do you remember what brought you here?"

She nodded. She prodded the ash, stirring ember and dust into the air. With amber eyes shut, she deeply inhaled through her nose, before letting out a long exhale from her lips.

"There was a plane." She said. "We were on a cargo run for the Schnee Dust Company. The next thing I knew was being riddled with bullet holes, and watching three people die from gunshot and fire. I held on for dear life to... something. It might have been a dust crate, or one of the ration containers on board, but when everything went loud and black, I passed out."

She stood up, walking past Jaune to the mouth of the cave. The storm still raged with wind and rain and thunder. She pointed out to the mountain on the opposite side of the island. Jaune immediately understood.

"So you crashed that mountain?" Jaune rhetorically asked. "And you somehow made your way over here?"

"Mm." She nodded, returning to her seat by the fire. "I nearly died on my first night." She turned and removed her coat, revealing her back to him.

He blushed, and moved his hand to cover his eyes, but stopped at his mouth. The beautiful woman's back was scarred with deep cuts, the deepest set just barely missing her spine. His other hand moved out to touch it, but was swiftly caught and held to himself. She returned her coat to her back, tossing her raven-black hair out of the coat.

"The white leopards," she said as she turned around, "they're all vicious killers."

"Snow leopards." Jaune nodded.

"Did you see them?" She asked. "When you crashed?"

"I was shipwrecked and had to swim to the island." Jaune chuckled. "So yeah, the beach was crowded with snow leopards. Absolutely lousy with-"

A thunderous boom caused Jaune to jump and turn to the storm outside. As he turned to the cave, Kali removed her coat, feeling a warmth along her back. As she turned, she saw the words, those fated words shining over her scar from the white leopard.

"Um, Kali?" She turned to see him blushing and looking away. "What are you doing?"

With a smile, she loosed her coat fully, exposing herself to the man on the other side of the fire. She felt a wind blow from the storm, as if the island itself was trying to stop her. But it was futile, as she felt her heard thunder in her excitement with a tremendum that rivaled the beasts of the of her shared home. Since her arrival of fire and blood, Kali finally understood her role, her purpose for being here; she was the queen, the apex predator of the mountains, the jungle, the seas, and the island.

And she was hungry.

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"I refuse."

"Willow, please-"

"Do not 'Willow, please' me, Jacques," the snow-haired woman glared at the stringy gentleman next to her, "I refuse to allow my good name to be dragged through the mud simply to appease the more simple-minded masses."

Jaune sat there with a scowl as his publisher and the 'Marquess of Mystery,' as she was so often praised, discussed and debated over his potential big break as comic book writer. Jacques Gele, of Bittersweet Publishings, had the brilliant idea to illustrate his ex-wife's mystery novels into a graphic novel. What he failed to mention, however, was how bitter the divorce had left her, as she held no warm feelings for him, or anyone associated with the name Gele attached to it.

"If I could interrupt," Jaune suddenly spoke up, silencing the bickering former couple, "because I think this conversation is going nowhere."

"Agreed." Willow nodded. "I suggest we end this farce, and you go back to your toy store."

"Woah! That's not fair!" Jaune held up his hands. "We're both well-known authors."

"Hardly." Willow scoffed. "I craft pulse-racing tales of intrigue and wit. You scribble inside bubbles for children to understand."

Jaune could have been angry. He should have been angry. This woman had just insulted his dream job, looking down upon him and his craft. But he didn't, and chose to switch tactics instead.

"I guess you're right." Jaune sighed, earning a smirk from Willow. "You author countless novels, and I write for comic books. Or, well, I wrote for comic books. Now, I author my own graphic novels."

"Simply another name for the same craft."

"Not quite." Jaune held up a finger. "While it is true that both are illustrated, the key difference is that a graphic novel is it's own intellectual property, and don't belong to larger companies, like Amaze or Black Bull."

"Oh, and you believe that simply because you wrote a few of these so-called 'graphic novel masterpieces' in your time?"

"Hey, I'll have you know I've written over fifty novels, and while I'm not on your level of skill, I'm still owed some respect."

Willow quirked her brow at that. "Is that so?" She lifted her right hand, as though she were checking her fingernails, but in truth was glancing at the shining ring of words glittering around her palm. Something that Jacques had failed to do in the time since she met her. "Then perhaps we should discuss this further, in a more casual environment?"

"A more casual environment?" Jaune repeated.

"Yes." She nodded. "This office is so stuffy, it makes it difficult to think. If you would like, I'd be willing to discuss this further this afternoon. Say, three, at the the Café Rosita?"

"Uh, sure." Jaune turned to Jacques. "Does that work for you?"

"Unfortunately, I cannot attend." Jacques stood with a sigh. "I have a meeting with another client then. I have all the documents, so don't worry about signing anything. Just... good luck, Mr. Arc."

Before the conversation could continue further, Jacques left the office, leaving an incredibly confused client. Jaune then stood and nodded to Willow. "Uh, see you at three."

"At Café Rosita."

"Café Rosita," Jaune nodded, "it's a date."

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This was probably the worst field day in the history of, well, ever. Jaune and his fellow instructors were so focused on their games that they never noticed Nora stealing equipment from different courses to make Olympus Mount, the most grueling obstacle course in the shape of a mountain. How she managed to build this monstrosity within so little time would be impressive if not for it's swaying structure threatening to topple over everything onto everyone.

"Jaune," Yang jogged up to him, "we just did a head count."

"Is everyone here?" He asked.

"No. Well, yeah, every student is here."

"Who's not here?"

"Ruby, my sister." Yang rubbed her arms. "I'm really starting to worry about her." She then groaned. "I knew she shouldn't have been an aide."

"Easy, easy..." Jaune patted the air. "Just take a deep breath. She's smart, so she's probably inside, using the restroom, or she went out to her bike, or-"

"HI, YANG!"

"-or she's on giant death mountain."

"RUBY! GET DOWN FROM THERE!" Ruby shouted from the peak.

"LOOK! I WON THE MOUNTAIN GAME!" She waved a red flag over her head. "NORA OWES ME A HUNDRED LIEN!"

All eyes glared to Nora, who sheepishly scratched the back of her head. "Uh, to be fair," she nervously chuckled, "I would have climbed it myself, but Ren needed help with one of the courses." Ren simply shook his head.

A strong gust of wind blew, making the mountain sway especially hard. It was coming down soon. Ruby squeaked as she ducked low, close to the mountain surface, made of plywood.

"It's going to collapse!" Yang shouted. "We need to call the police, or the fire department, or the militia, or-"

"Call the hospital in case something does go wrong." Jaune said, grabbing Yang's shoulders, bringing her back to reality. "I'll climb up there and try to bring Ruby down safely."

"But you-"

"I'm the only one here with mountain climbing experience." Jaune said, stepping away.

"It was an indoor rock wall!" Yang argued.

A cloud passed over, then broke away to cast the sun's light onto Jaune. With a serious and determined face, he looked like an action hero... in an orange safety vest. "And I'm the best damn shot we've got."

Jaune ran up to the mountain and found his footing on some bowling pins and traffic cones. Climbing over the ledge, the plywood until his hands feet wobbled, but remained steady. He followed the path of deflated balls up the incline until he reached lacrosse and hockey sticks forming a bridge, tied together with weighted ropes.

The mountain shook again, and debris began to fall from above. Covering his head, he ran up the path as pieces of sports equipment, from football mats to hockey masks to even bowling balls fell towards him. One bowling ball smashed his wrist, but he powered through. He could feel the injury start to swell already.

One final climbing challenge. It would be hard with only one hand, but he had to reach the summit. Yang was counting on him. Ruby was counting on him! With his elbow, he replaced the use of his hand by digging into the soft wall as leverage. He nearly reached the summit when his fingers slipped and he began to fall backwards!

A pair of delicate hands grabbed him by his wrist and pulled him to the peak. Ruby panted as she fell on her butt. The tower swayed over and over, to and fro, until it finally settled for a brief moment.

"How do we get down?" Ruby asked. "Unless you have some kind of landing strategy planned."

Jaune looked around, hoping to find a miracle. Sonething colorfull caught his eye from under the plywood board. Pulling it free with one hand, he grinned.

"Well, I wouldn't say it was planned, but..."

The wind picked up again, and the world began to shift. Gravity was slowly becoming apparent, as much of the foundation began to crumble. Holding up the colorful fabric, he looked to Ruby.

"I need you to grab two end of this." He explained. "I'll grab one and hold onto you with my free arm." She nodded, gripping two sides with as wide arms as she could. Jaune grabbed an edge and hugged her slim body to his. "Ready?"

Ruby shook her head.

"Me neither." Jaune ran towards the edge and jumped, hurtling towards the ground at not nearly as slow as he expected. Still, it was slow enough for them to descend safely, and he rolled them into the parachute. Crawling free, they watched as Olympus Mount came crashing down, in their opposite direction.

"Holy crap..." Ruby breathed.

"THAT WAS AMAZING!" Nora cheered, appearing right in front of them. "So, what would you rate that? Five stars?" Ren grabbed her collar and dragged her away. "What? Too soon?"

"Ruby!" Yang hugged her sister. "I'm so glad you're alright!"

"Yeah, I'm fine, Yang." Ruby sighed.

"Are you sure?" Yang asked, reached her hands to rest on her younger sister's cheeks. "No broken bones?"

"No, I'm completely fine."

"Good." Yang squeezed the cheeks with her index and ring fingers and thumb, growling. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, CLIMBING UP THAT DEATH TRAP?!"

"OWOWOWOWOW!" Ruby whined. "I'M SHORRY, YENG! I WANTED TO PROVE I COULD DO IT TO NORA! SHE SAID IT WASH TOO HARD!"

"Well, to be fair," Jaune chuckled. "That was pretty fun, despite the impending collapse." He sighed. "I never knew what hardship was until it started raining bowling balls."

Yang released her sister, and covered her stomach, which seemed to be glowing for a moment. With her fist, she coughed her way out of explaining anything. "Even so, that was a stupid thing to get into. I'm glad you're okay, Ruby, but I will have to tell the head honchos about all this."

"Aw, man..."

"You can go tell your side of the story." She jutted a thumb towards Jaune. "I'll keep an eye on Mister Hero here."

"Okay, Yang." She ran off.

"That was dumb, by the way." Yang said.

"Eh," Jaune shrugged, "not much else I could have done."

"Sure." She held out a hand. "Let's take you to the nurse's office. Might need to get some heat on that wrist."

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"Are you enjoying the evening, Mr. Arc?" The woman crooned in her silken dress, a fiery red marked with golden flames crawling up in a pattern that made them dance with every step.

"I am." Jaune answered honestly. Sure, he was deep in enemy territory, a casino ruled over by a malevolent shadow figure known as the Black Queen, and one wrong step would end with him dying a horrible, painful death shortly after. But hey, free soda, right?

"That's good." The woman smiled, much like a serpent before striking a hapless rabbit. "Would you care to play a game? Craps?"

"No, thank you. I already went."

"Atlas Hold 'Em?"

"I don't trust Atlas with much of anything, sorry."

"Spades?"

"Uh, Clubs? Hearts? Diamonds?" Jaune Arc was a secret agent for his wit, not his charm, but even that failed him at times."

"What game would you play then?" She raised a brow. "Surely you haven't been here for so long and only played on the slot machine?"

"Of course not!" He laughed, not revealing that he was actually at the bar, waiting for his root beer vanilla cream swirl. Apparently they didn't think to serve non-alcoholic cocktails, so it took a while for his drink to arrive. "But if you had a board, I'd be willing to play a game of cribbage."

"Cribbage?" The woman balked with genuine surprise. "I didn't think there was a soul alive who still plays such a game."

"Well, this is an isolated casino," Jaune then openly mused, "deep in the jungles of Mistral and not near the coasts of Menagerie."

"As it so happens, there is a cribbage board, but it's not open to just any players."

"Oh, and how do I get to such a board?"

She chuckled. "Come to my room at ten tonight, and I'd be willing to show you~."

"T-Ten tonight?" Jaune gulped. "Uh, I mean, b-but that's so soon, and I'd like to attend some of these tables."

"Oh, the tables will still be here," she traced a finger along his throat, "but it would be rude to deny a lady's invitation." She turned away, a sway to her hips as she sauntered a few feet. "Shall we?"

"Uh, y-yeah, just, uh, let me use the can."

Minutes later, Jaune was in the restroom, checking the stalls before pulling the ear microphone from his collar. On the other end, Goodwitch scolded him.

"I'm sorry! I panicked!" Jaune whimpered as Goodwitch growled obscenities, reminding him to not blow his cover.

"She already knew my name, and now she's inviting me up for cribbage. "Dialogue on the other end followed. "I DON'T KNOW HOW TO PLAY CRIBBAGE!" More scolding followed.

"I don't know! Blake and I were talking about it, and I got it stuck in my head." He sighed. "So I guess I gotta lose at cribbage, huh?"

A different voice spoke up. "Really? You'll help me out, Blake?!" The voice continued. "Yes, I'll buy you a board. How much would it cost?" A brief description followed then. "HOW MUCH?!"

"Mr. Arc?" A voice called. "Are you still interested in our game?"

"Uh, y-yeah, sure!" Jaune called back, hiding his microphone in his collar, heading out. The woman met him outside, as lovely as ever. "Sorry, I, uh, had some bad soda."

She giggled. "Oh, Mister Arc," she crooned, emphasizing his title, "so uncouth. Perhaps you should save your sailor tongue for our game?"

"Perhaps I shall." Jaune chuckled, following her into the dimly lit room.

"FUCKING SHIT!" The woman cursed as Jaune placed his peg in the final hole once more. She composed herself once more, though flaring from her nostrils a great deal. With gritted teeth, she praised him. "I guess it's not surprising for a man as yourself to be skilled at a game so few play."

"It's more luck than anything." Jaune chuckled. "Fifteens, thirty-ones, pairs, flushes, and runs. I guess if the cards like you, they really like you."

"Oh?" The woman smiled. "Then I suppose my cards really do like you, don't they?"

Jaune glanced at the deck he sloppily shuffled. In the dimly lit room, outshined by the casino strip lights outside, he admired the rosebush deck. Bleeding hearts and ensnared diamonds seemed to glisten and shine along with the unperturbed spades and scored clubs.

He dealt the cards between them, one for one until both had six cards in their hand. Being his crib, Jaune carefully looked over his hand. King, Queen, Jack, Ten, Ace, Nine. All one suit. His hand was too good, and it made the decision difficult for him as a new player.

"Of course," he chuckled, "there's a reason that roses have thorns."

The cribbage board crashed to the floor as pegs flew through the air. Jaune was suddenly pinned under the beautiful woman, who he could now see was wearing an eye-patch, emblazoned with mark of the Black Queen's organization, GRIMM.

"You think you're so clever," she growled, "waltzing into a lion's den, and prodding the beast like it's a game..."

"Actually, I-" Jaune's words died as his lips were smothered and invaded by the sinister woman's own. A faint glow behind her eye patch served only to raise further questions. Now, here he was, pinned beneath the no doubt evil woman as she continued to unbutton his disguise.

"Get this stupid thing out of here!" She tossed the microphone aside, catching her pize between her teeth, nibbling on his neck.

"A-Ah! Easy, uh..." Jaune blinked. "I'm sorry, what was your name again?"

"Cinder Fall," she answered, removing her dress, "and you'd best remember it, because I intend to make you scream it until I'm satisfied."

Jaune gulped. "Y-Yes, Miss Fall." A thought occurred to him. "Uh, won't your boss be looking for you?"

"Perhaps, but I am privy to my privacy, and any of her plans rely on my attendance."

"Oh, okay." Jaune nodded. "So now what?"

"Now?" She ripped off his shirt. "Now you show me how you sailors really peg."

"Uh, okay," he then spoke loudly, "I HOPE NO ONE CATCHES US!"

"Oh, believe me, no one will." She smirked, removing the last of her clothing. "Now lose the pants and get over here!"

"Of course, Cinder." Jaune smiled. For his first solo mission as a secret agent, he'd say he didn't do too bad. He neutralized an enemy combatant, gave the codeword to send in the ground troops, potentially stopped the end of the world, AND he was going to get laid! A plus, definitely!

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Space... When Jaune was a little boy, just a wee lad bouncing on his father's knee, he used to gaze at darkened sky. At the moon, and the stars, and wish for the night to never end. Just so he could marvel at all the vast beauty of the blanket overhead.

And then he joined the Star Brigade, and everything sucked forever. When he applied for the military, they had a "special offer" for anyone who joined the Star Brigade, the newest branch of warriors for defending humanity from the scourge of the Grimm menace.

That "special offer," by the way, was an extra fifty lien in his paycheck, which was then rescinded five years later. Now, here he stood, Leading Star Soldier of his own Star Squad. "That's awesome!" said his five year old nephew. He loved the little guy, but sometimes even his love didn't cover how lame it sounded.

But what does that have to do with his current predicament on the moon? Yeah, you know? The shattered moon that hangs in the sky overhead? The one that opens and shuts more than... uh, something, something, somebody's mom's legs? Yeah, that moon.

And Jaune was the point man on this mission "vital to humanity" by attacking a rogue Grimm hive in some hole of a cave on the moon. That meant he was in front of everyone in his squad. He was the only thing standing between himself, and his closest friends of the past three years. They back him in everything.

Including his retreat, which they took a headstart for on the sight of something bigger than a Moon Beowolf. That's a Beowolf on the Moon, if you couldn't figure that out. So Jaune was left alone, armed with little more than his hard-light shield, plasma sword, and titanium-iron knife. He was armed, ready, and trained for this.

And he got tangled up by a Moon Seer. That's a Seer on- Ah, you can figure it out.

He thrashed against the tendrils, but they seemed to be squeezing tighter and tighter, and tighter still. It was trying to choke him! Or, at least, that's what it seemed until he fell the floor slam into his side. Apparently, it just pulled it closer until it decided to drop him, the start the whole process all over again.

The light from his helmet buzzed as he looked around the cave. As he drifted deeper and deeper into the cave, he wondered where he was being taken. The Grimm he met along the way simply retreated to shadows. How deep was he being taken? His oxygen pack would run out eventually. Fear started to grip his heart as he cautiously glanced at his HUD, then gasped as he saw the O2 level shifted! ...From 88% to 87%. Then the Moon Seer dripped him again.

"ARE YOU DONE?!" Jaune roared.

"Yes, they are." He felt the tendrils retract from his form, then slipped back into the darkness. Everything around him was dark, with no walls to catch or reflect the light back to him. The floor was also dark, yet slick with tar-like ichor that clung to his suit and his boots. He searched for the source of the voice, but found none. A drip from above caught his attention, and he followed it to it's source high above, where a pale-faced woman watched from the ceiling.

Her red eyes glared down as black vines writed over her cheeks and from her eyes, where the black ooze fell to the floor. It seemed to be spreading, like fungus, except when a fungus grows another fungus, the other fungi don't slither and crawl from where it grew to make room.

"You have trespassed on Grimm lands." The voice echoed, yet was clear. This thing definitely chose the right place for acoustics. A band would make a killing playing here, but it seemed the only killing to be made was him at the claws of the Grimm. "State your reason."

"The extermination of the Grimm." Jaune answered, as boldly as he could muster. A deep thrum reverbed through the cave. He couldn't tell if she was humming or if that was how she laughed. Either way, he was in danger.

"You cannot exterminate the Grimm anymore than you can exterminate a cancer, mortal."

"I mean, if you catch early enough, then maybe..." Jaune reasoned.

"The Grimm have existed for thousands of years, since the dawn of man," the woman argued, "and it has been so long since."

"Are you... the first Grimm?"

"No." She replied plainly. "But I was there when the first arrived."

"Wow..." Jaune huffed in awe. "So you're super old, huh?"

"Rude." The face replied.

A click behind him made Jaune jump away, his legs straining to be free as he pushed himself. He turned to the sound of the disturbance. Not far from where he stood was a woman, cloaked in the black tar, as blood-red lines accented her figure, and drawing his attention to the subtle curves. He glanced up and could only find darkness hanging high above. His gaze returned to the woman, but she was gone.

He drew his plasma sword and activated his hard-light shield. This unknown entity, be it woman or Grimm or something far more sinister was dangerous on a level Jaune could only dream of. He heard another click, and swung behind him, missing her as she dove into the oily floor.

"Folly, human. Folly." The voice echoed from everywhere. "Your actions speak well of your boundless bravery, but your tongue echoes ceaseless fathoms of idiocy."

"What can I see?" Jaune barked in return. "Courage and stupidity are all I have!"

The air was still and tense. Had he made a fatal error in challenging the darkness? He checked his HUD. O2 at 70%. He took a breath to calm himself.

O2 at 40%?! He suddenly felt a weight pull from his rear, threatening to tear him off his balance. But he held firm, willing himself forward. With a loud hiss, he was free.

With a loud hiss, and blaring sirens, Jaune's oxygen had been depleted. He fell to his knees as his body ached. His vision blurred and dimmed, but he saw a form slowly approaching as his vision, and his life faded. A set of black letters etched over the reaching palm.

He then felt a warm on his body, uneven, yet warmer than he had ever felt in his suit. He found his arm, his only body, lighter as he reached to touch the warm. It was a softness. A softness so pure he had no words to describe it. It was then the warmth moved to smother him.

"Have you finally awakened?"

Jaune opened his eyes slowly to find himself in a brighter room than the one before. The walls were clearer and ceiling, and the ground softer. He turned his head and found the woman from before, her entire form now pale as ivory and lain over his chest. A chest, too, now so pale.

"Where...?" He groaned.

"Home." The voice spoke. "You are home, my king." She pressed her lips to his, flooding his mind with an ecstasy he couldn't words.

The Grimm. The Star Brigade. All of it now what feels like ages ago. For now, there was only one thought on the Grimm King's mind.

How was he going to explain this to Mom?

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winchester-girl67 · 2 years

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Don't Say A Word (Part 4)

Summary: The reader is surprised to discover that she's not the only one pretending. But can she really put her trust in someone who drugged her.

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Pairing: Bodyguard!Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,531

Warnings: language, angst, mistaken identity, kidnapping, reader held against her will, restrained reader, minor injury, scary situation, maybe a bit of Stockholm syndrome but it doesn't last, a little fluff

A/N: This took an unexpected turn. There's definitely some confused feelings in this one.

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This couldn't be good. If they thought you weren't Auburn, there'd be no pay off and they'd have no reason to keep you alive.

"My name's Auburn Rose-"

"I know you're Auburn's roommate. It's kind of obvious, you're a lot prettier than her." The man breathed, glancing over the desk to make sure that you were still alone with him and he could speak freely. His concerned eyes, hidden behind the ski mask, met yours again before he continued. "Please, come out from under there."

"I don't want to," you shook your head, wiping a few stray tears on your knees, your lip quivering slightly.

You were screwed and the desk provided you with a false sense of security. You were hesitant to move out into the open where you would be at the mercy of this man. Whoever he was.

"I'll untie you. It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you." He promised, holding out a hand for you.

"Even though I'm not Auburn?"

"Especially since you're not," he nodded. "But it's best to keep that between us, for now. It's in both of our best interests to keep them thinking you are Auburn. Understand?"

You nodded, ignoring the indication of his statement and the 'them' he'd mentioned when you only noticed the one other guy. Maybe he was referring to the boss the other guy had mentioned earlier, you didn’t know. You also didn’t want to find out. There was more going on here than you thought and you knew you had to find a way out and fast. Maybe, befriending this guy was the way to do just that.

“You're Mason?”

“I thought you were awake in the car during that conversation." He laughed flatly and rubbed the back of his head.

Perhaps, letting him know that you knew his name wasn't the smartest move to make and you cursed yourself inwardly. Feeling slightly better that even if it was his real name, you still didn't know what he looked like, so likely you were still safe in that aspect.

You squirmed out from under the desk, Mason grabbing your arm to help lift you to your feet. He really was much taller than you remembered and he towered over you, though not menacingly. At least, not until he pulled an exacto knife out from his pocket and turned you around by your shoulders. You stiffened but made no move to fight back when you felt him pull at the plastic around your wrists, feeling it snap a second later and relaxing your shoulders for the first time in what felt like hours.

"I have to pee," you admitted, slowly turning back around to face him and looking way up to meet his gaze.

"Okay, come with me. Stay close, eyes down." He ordered, quickly pulling a fresh zip tie from his back pocket and securing your wrists in front of you this time. "Sorry," he mumbled, noticing the cuts on your wrists and leading you out of the room and down the stairs.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" You heard the other man yell and stomp over.

You kept your head down, unconsciously curling into the side of the man named Mason.

"Girl's gotta pee, man. Unless you want to clean up that mess and have her DNA all over everything."

"Fine, have at it. Just make it quick." He waved you on towards the washroom, Mason keeping a firm hold of your arm as he walked you over.

"Two minutes," he said, pushing you inside and grabbing the doorknob.

"Wait. Can you...?" You asked, raising your hands and giving him your best puppy dog eyes. "P-please."

He sighed, cutting you loose again before shutting the door. You could tell he had a conscience, you just wondered how far that would get you since he didn't seem to be the one calling the shots.

You took a glance around the washroom, no windows, nothing you could use as a weapon except the toilet tank lid and that wasn't really a viable option. It was heavy and couldn't easily be concealed. You worried and paced around the washroom until you couldn't hold it in any longer, spending the last thirty seconds of your allotted time actually urinating. The door swinging open when you flushed.

"Hey! Don't you know how to knock?" You yelled, quickly pulling your leggings up the rest of the way, cheeks burning.

Mason ignored you, walking into the small washroom and grabbing you by the arm before you could wash your hands. He pulled you upstairs, his pace unfaltered by the way you stumbled on a couple of the steps. He released you once you were back in the room and you noticed he held a red case in his free hand.

"Calm down," he said, noticing the way you backed into the corner away from him, breathing heavily. "Come here."

"N-no," you stuttered and he pulled off his mask.

You clamped your eyes shut as fast as you could, knowing if you saw his face, there was no going back. He wouldn't ever let you go. He couldn't if you could identify him.

"Open your eyes, Y/N." Mason ordered, but you shook your head vigorously, tears slipping past your shut eyelids. "You're going to have to trust me."

Your best bet was to stay on Mason's good side, let him think you trusted him and use him to get away. So against your better judgement, you opened your eyes, slowly... tentatively and met his hazel ones. He had long brown hair that he brushed back from his face and a light scruff that made him appear softer than you expected.

Mason smiled sadly down at you, standing in front of you with his hands on your shoulders. He pulled you back away from the wall with him, pushing you towards the desk until your butt hit the edge and he lifted you to sit on top of the hardwood. You fisted his shirt when his large palms momentarily met the underside of your thighs and he turned away to reach for the red case he'd set down next to you.

"This is gonna sting a bit. Stay quiet for me," he said and you nodded.

Even sitting on the desk you were nowhere near to eye level. The man was a giant, though you hoped, a gentle one.

Mason unzipped the case and tore open a small packet that smelt of alcohol, swabbing both the backs of your wrists gently. You unclenched your fingers from the fabric of his shirt, feeling less threatened and letting him turn each of your hands over as he continued to clean the inside of each wrist.

The cuts weren't too deep, but you didn't object when he insisted on wrapping each of them with gauze. You figured, at least that way it wouldn't hurt as much if he wound up putting the zip ties back on.

"How's that feel, too tight?" He asked and you shook your head.

"S'good."

"Listen, Y/N, I know this sucks. But it'll be over before you know it." Mason smiled and you nodded, knowing it wouldn't help to disagree.

"Why'd you take the mask off?" You breathed and he studied your eyes.

"Because trust is important to me. And I need you to know that not everything is as it seems."

"You kidnap me from my original kidnapper who turns out to be protecting me, not all that well I might add, and then tell me something as cryptic as 'not everything is as it seems'. Tell me, Mason, who the hell am I supposed to trust right about now, huh?"

"Me."

"That's easy for you to say."

"Not really. I'm trusting you too, with more than you know. Keep up the act." He said, pulling his mask back on as you scrunched up your face, trying to figure out what he meant, "Who are you?"

"Y/N-?" You started, noting the hard look he gave you until you changed your answer, "Auburn Rose."

"Good." He stated, stripping out of his black hoodie and draping it over your shoulders.

You didn't want to feel any sort of gratitude for this man who took you against your will, but you did. You had been covered in goosebumps since the diner and his hoodie was soft when you pulled your arms through the oversized sleeves, rolling them up enough so your hands weren't hidden by the cuffs. You felt warmer already and gave him a barely there smile. Mason returned the gesture by grabbing your wrists and binding them together again. You wondered if this guy had an endless supply of zip ties in his back pocket.

"Seriously, Mason? I thought we were having a moment." You frowned and any emotional progress you thought you'd made with your kidnapper went out the window.

"Trust." He said, giving you a pointed look as he backed out the door, locking it behind himself and leaving you to your own devices again.

"Enough's enough," you muttered to yourself, hearing Mason's boots echo and clomp as he descended the staircase. 'Trust', was for those that earned it.

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A/N: Read part 5 here

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 2 years

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Hips'N'Thighs

Kinktober is is full effect y'all! A month of smutty, spooky goodness coming right up. Shoutout to our lovely host, @nahimjustfeelingit-writes for putting her thing down so consistently.

Pairing: Odell Beckham Jr × Crinasia

Tags: Smut, Hypnosis, Sex Pollen?, 🏳️‍🌈 LGBT

A well known viral hypnotist had set up shop and was recording on campus and he'd gathered a lil crowd or whatever. Crinasia was always a skeptic, the type to ask the questions no one else wanted to ask. "I don't care bout ya lil sighin," her lip curled, eyes rolling at her best friend. He was like a happy ass kid who felt like street hypnosis was real and he was ret'ta be made a BooBoo the Fool of on the innanet. Crinasia was not convinced. "No cuz I'm 'sposed to believe these people ain't paid actors? Broke as we college students are? Get ya views, honey, but I don't buy it."

"Girl, you so damn anti. Hold my purse."

It was a lil satchel, but he tossed it at her as he approached the lying ass white boy who had his film crew and was asking for volunteers. 'Volunteers'.

"Odell is here," bestie announced giving his model face to the camera with his best angles. He was eating.

"Ah," her tongue stuck out in pride.

"So have you ever been hypnotized," The hypnotist asked, shoving a mic in his face.

"No," he smiled sweetly, "But my friend says you fakkke," he gritted on her, blinking his eyes back to the hypnotist. "I beliee you tho."

"Friend? Is she your girlfriend by chance," the hypnotist looked between the two.

Crinasia's face said 'tf you think?'

Odell took one look at Crinasia and, "HA," he bleated, "Baby if you can't tell," his wrist bent in demonstration to send the message as his tongue popped. "Ok?! I skipped gold, my star platinum, cut from the pooch no cooch," he held his abs in demonstration. He'd never touched a coochie in his damn life. The audience was on his side already and the hypnotist was eatin it up.

"Friend, don't explain yourself. This a whole YouTube show for views and clicks, ain't shit real."

"Can the friend step up," the mic moved to her face. "What's your name?"

"...Crinasia."

"Crinasia! If it's not real you have no reason not to try it, right? It's fake so there's no problem. Right? Stay right here," the hypnotist gestured gathering four more people. "I need all of you to look behind me at the line of trees, look at them and look far past them in your mind letting your body relax. Arms relaxed, head relaxed, shoulders relaxed, back relaxed, legs relaxed. Focus on feeling your limbs heavy and weighted. Heavy, relaxed. Heavy, relaxed. Sleep," he snapped. Instantly all six heads dropped including Crinasia's. The small crowd went stupid.

He went down the line feeding lies and fake lives. "You're in the middle of an orgasm that won't stop. Sleep... The man beside you is cheating on you with a woman in the crowd. Sleep... You forgot your name and why you're here. Sleep... You're childhood dog just died and you're depressed. Sleep..." When he reached Odell and Crinasia, "You're dating your best girl friend here. Sleep... You think I'm the best hypnotist ever. Sleep..." He winked to the crowd. "When I say wake my words will become you're reality. Wake," he snapped creating CHAOS.

"HUhn~.. hUhn~" The first girl almost moaned holding onto her pussy like it was finna run from her body. She had no fuckin shame hunchin over and cummin on herself over and over, nothin telling her to be embarrassed.

"You fuckin cheatin on me? You cheatin?!" The second girl pushed the nigga beside her, on the ground where she started to stomp his ass out with her boot until the hypnotist whispered in her ear to sleep. Whole time that nigga was looking scared and confused as fuckkk. He stayed his ass down.

The next guy in line was sniffing and wiping his eyes on his shirt like someone really died, his face screwed up with real tears.

Then there was Odell. He looked at Crinasia and smiled holding her face in his hand to kiss her, looking confused when she pulled back with her lip curled in disgust. "Fuck is yo problem?" He tried again. "Crinasia..Stop playin wit me."

"Uh uh!" She pushed him back a third time. "What the fuck?! What the hell you do to him?"

The hypnotist shrugged with a grin.

"Change him back, you got my bestie fucked up!"

"Baby, you so angry that shit turn me onnn," he growled in her ear, the sound deep like a wolf as he grabbed her hips. His voice was not that deep. She ain't like the places it was touchin. "Let go somewhere," he hinted giving her fuck me eyes. She mushed his face and the crowd continued to laugh at her and everyone else.

"Uh uh! OK, you win. You got it, you real. Now put him back!"

"Sleep."

Crinasia and the other four's heads all dropped again. "When I give the word you'll be back to normal. Back as you were, no trauma, no embarrassment, and feeling better than ever. You'll all think I am the best hypnotist ever. Wake."

The crowd cheered and Crinasia was a believer ready to go before somethin else popped off.

"Girl! That hoe was like.. Hnn~, Hoh yes deddyy," Crinasia copied bending over 'bout to throw it back.

"Ok but can we talk about ol'girl who almost stomped a nigga? I Stan, bitch."

"Can we talk about wtf happened to you?" Crinasia cackled as his eyes got wide.

"Bitch, I'm scaredt. Who tf was that?"

"Babyy, it was giving straight!" She laughed more. "The way I need the video LINK. It was lowkey sexy.. lowkey 👌🏾."

"Girl don't- I don't even knoow."

She got that link a few days later. They checked YouTube and the whole lil vid was there. She replayed the hip grab over and over and Odell was ret'ta go gay for his damn self watching.

Of course shit don't always go so smooth, there's always hiccups when dealing with the mind, it will take a new idea and run for the border. Unbeknownst to Crinasia, Odell's brain was skatin.

Fast forward through normalcy, what Crinasia ain't know was that Odell was still battling the outta pocket thoughts that had been implanted and accumulating in his mind. They both thought he snapped out of it. Only he knew the thoughts and feelings that remained toward his best friend.

So when they went to a party together, he was still for the niggas. That didn't change. He felt the same, he liked getting slutted out by a tall trade hood niggas and wasn't nothing on a woman that he wanted. Maybe titties. He looked down at Crinasia's in her push up bra, almost half out her halter. He'd seen her titties many times and she had some pretty ones. Lately he'd been paying more attention. He liked to grab and play with them, watching as she changed. That wasn't weird to him, in his mind all men liked titties gay or straight, just like all men liked ass. Crinasia had a fat ass. He told her many times, slapping it, she knew. In the party especially, her ass looked good in that jumpsuit. He had to grab it. He had to!

He danced and found a sexy ass nigga from the football team who he suspected was on the DL 'cuz he kept lookin. He was determined to pull him, talking football to draw him into taking his number. Maybe he'd call him to "hang out" and they could pretend he ain't know he was really coming over to get his dick slurped on so he could still feel straight.

The nigga poured Odell liquor that the wrong thoughts and feelings. The more he drank, the better he felt but he also had a hard dick and a desire to fuck this nigga.. not only this nigga, but Crinasia. He gasped and set his cup down walking away to clear his mind. He never thought like that before being hypnotized. He'd already messaged the hypnotist days ago for help to fix him and make him fully gay again, but the bitch ain't answer yet. It was left to him to manage his erections and thoughts himself.

The best course of action was to just go ahead and tell Crinasia, plus he was loose and feeling sexy with a hard ass dick.

"Fuck it," he approached his bestie snatching her up and pulling her to the side. She was still dancing with her red cup in hand until he kissed her on the lips, she stopped stunned. "Best friend I'm drunk and feeling sexy. I'm tryna experiment. What you think?"

"Boy bye, I thought you were gay."

"So did I. I think I still am I just wanna sample the pussy."

"You sure," she asked just as tipsy. "You gone lose yo stars."

"Girl," he sighed, "Honestly I don't know, but I wanna see what it's hitting on I never had the meow."

"Shit, I have, ah," her tongue stuck out. They found a lil closet to dip into with Odell giving Crinasia lil cat licks like he was scared until she grabbed him by the head. Usually he'd have some bleached curls but he'd recently gotten a haircut.. after the hypnotizing. Slowly Odell started to get into it, working up to using his whole tongue and Crinasia only had to walk him through it a little. "Put yo tongue under it and suck it. Just like that," she rubbed his head with her thigh on his shoulder. He basically knew what to do from all the hoe stories she'd shared. "Don't be scared put ya finger in there, you feel that spongy part? That's the g-spot.

"Oh I can fuck up a g-spot," he bragged doing his best work there. He wasn't bad at all. It wasn't great, but it was his first time with a girl.

To her surprise the aggression returned when he turned her to face the wall, kicked her legs apart, and bended her over like she was another nigga. His dick slapped across her asscheeks, spanking em. She had never seen his dick, but now she was feeling the weight and the length as he spread her ass and spit between, letting drool slide down to her pussy and sliding his shaft up and down between her cheeks.

"Play with your pussy," he said sliding his tip over her asshole briefly and sinking it into her kitty. Feeling warm wetness, he closed his eyes and didn't see man or woman, he felt ushy gooshy tight hole and instinctively thrust his hips rolling them against that ass to get deep and feel the soft walls massaging and squeezing like a satisfying hug. The suction as he slid out pulled him back in, he just had to let his dick get sucked back. He'd pull it back out and push it back in deep making sure his whole dick felt pressure. He slapped that ass hard with a loud noise and grabbed it going faster and creating friction against her walls the way he knew he liked to feel. He pressed on the back below him and nearly climbed it getting deep strokes. He moved the way he liked niggas to move when fucking him.

The moans reminded him that he wasn't just fuckin, he was fuckin his bestie. He opened his eyes. Maybe he shouldn't go so hard. Her hand was clamped over her own mouth. He was fuckin her up. Okay, maybe a lil more, he thought pulling her neck in his hand as he clapped her cheeks. Her wig was too laid and it would've been a crime to pull it though it was glued. Her hand dropped to hold the wall again and she was moaning openly like that girl who was hypnotized. Odell's nut was on its way up. He'd forgotten a condom so he held it back.

"Crinasia," he moaned and she instantly nutted nearly falling over but he had a grip on her. He pulled out and almost jumped back when she spun to take his leaking nut in her mouth, sucking the head of his penis.

After that party she couldn't tell him he wasn't a bi king although he still never had a sexual attraction for any other girls and wouldn't entertain being with one romantically. He was turned off by it. Anytime she'd say something smart as was her loving way of talking sense into him, his response was along the lines of "But I fucked you tho, so.. ah. We love a bi king."

"Once don't count, that's an experiment boo. You don't like pussy, you like ME because you like yourself and we one," Crinasia gestured. "You gay bitch."

He had told everyone including all of TikTok that he'd dipped his finger in a lil kitty cat meow meow and aside from never wanting to do it again, it was good especially due to the girl. She was dope.

Everyone knew it was Crinasia because she told them. "Ya girl fell in love with the D," she joked. "You'd have thought he was straight. Ooh girl he got bomb dick." Had the girls and the girls wanting to try it.

Unfortunately Crinasia wasn't totally joking, she really wanted that dick again. He didn't just fuck, he fawked. Who'd have thought. She always saw him as a bottom. She joked about them Netflix n Chillin while they binged The Order and felt him look at her a lil sideways when she put her hand on his thigh. Still, they ended up fuckin again with her head and shoulders on the floor, back propped against the sofa, ass in the air. His leg was on the sofa and he was squatting dick into her because they were freaks and wanted to do it. He'd said that's how his football nigga had him the previous night and she'd wanted a visual demonstration so he gave her the 4D experience. They moved to the floor where she got on all fours and threw it back taking control and fucking him. All platonic.. They became sex buddies, fuckin when they were horny or just bored.

Crinasia was hooked, but not just because of the sex. At least she didn't think so, maybe it was. But she wanted Odell. Suddenly she was having dreams about him and blushing when he'd touch her. She had to stop herself, the shit was sick. He'd kissed a girl and liked it, but he was still gay. Straight as a car doin donuts.

"Dell, this a problem for me," she admitted since they were still best friends. They were walking through campus together to meet someone important. "I think I'm starting to want you.. as more... than a friend," she stared, vulnerable. "I like being with you.. and I like being with you." She sensed he already knew, but what would he say? She was nervous with a smile like she could hide it. She had a nervous laugh anyway.

"Babe," he stopped walking and held her hands. She had butterflies but didn't get her hopes up. "I'm attached to you too. Aww!"

She smiled feeling the but as he hugged her.

"Hey you know I love you but not like that."

"I know," she admitted. "You're not bi because it's just me and not all women. You still hypnotized."

"Speak of the devil," he guided her to the hypnotist who finally showed up after getting their messages. "I'm a beat yo ass," Odell told him making him laugh. "It better work this time I ain't got room to be losing friends."

"I got ya buddy, look just past me and focus on the top of that high tree in the distance. Relax, relax your shoulders, your arms? Your hands, your legs, your back. Allow yourself to dissociate and SLEEP." He yanked him putting a hand on his back. "Breathe in and out deeper. Sleep. In a deep sleep. Deeper sleep. Your not mad at me.. You're a hot and sexy college boy with better things to do than beat my ass and you're definitely not sexually attracted to your best friend, pfft, what was that? When I say the word my words will become your reality and you'll feel refreshed, better than ever. Wake. HEY BUDDY! How ya feel?

"I feel good," Odell stretched feeling at ease. "Thanks man." He looked at Crinasia for the true test, squinting his eyes. "Babe. Shake ya ass right quick?" His finger twirled.

She twerked on request and he screamed tackling her. "AHH! BITCH I'M BACK," he half twerked standing while she was on the grass fussin.. "Sorry," he whispered helping her up. He was happily back to being pussy repulsed and craving dick more than ever. He had an appointment to makkke. "Bestie I love you ❤️," he hugged her feeling nothing funny inside other than love. She couldn't be mad at that.

"Hypnotize me too," she said for good measure to forget her feelings. She woke happier.

Overall a good experience but neither Crinasia nor Odell would fuck with hypnotists or nagicians again after that.

The End.

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queers-gambit · 2 years

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So you mention the snow storm of '91 and I was wondering does Eddie crash trying to get to the cemetery? Or am I being petty and morbid and it's just supposed to show his dedication? 😂

oh you SLUT! (for angst, of course, and fuck am i okay with it!)

small continuation of Gone with the Sin -

because YES - the snow storm of '91 is an intense storm that makes most in Hawkins hunker down in their homes. there's no dogs in yards, kids nursing mugs of hot cocoa from the safety of their mother's arms, and thick icicles are forming over any viable surface. nobody would dare venture out into this weather.

nobody except Eddie Munson because it's Tuesday, and he NEEDS to get to the graveyard. he worries he won't make it and increases his speed by pushing his foot towards the floor, maybe skidding off the road a little due to the severe weather. the junky van he (still) drives is dented when it slams into a tree.

Eddie has a small cut on his forehead and mostly an ache in his chest from the jolt of his body against the seatbelt. there's smoke billowing from under the hood of his van, but Eddie's not worried about that because he's ripping his seatbelt off and getting out of the vehicle. he'll reach over to the floor of the passenger seat, where the new flowers he got you had slid off from the impact, before slipping and sliding his way towards the graveyard.

he's panting and his breath is coming out in huffs. his feet are numb, his head and chest hurt like yours did once upon a time, and still, he'll kneel in the snow and do his best to clear off your headstone; similar to a way he once pushed hair from your face.

he lays the flowers down and he'll let the tears freeze his eyelashes. he'll tell you his updates from the past week before laughing a little, "you would've made fun of me if you saw me today. i just... i had to get here, you know? i had to come see you, i needed to talk to you because you're still the most constant thing in my life. t-the storm's pretty bad," and snow piles on his shoulders, sticking to his hair, "but i just had to be here, and i might've crashed my van. i know, i know... i shouldn't've been driving so fast, and you're not here to help me fix my van, or to yell at me for being reckless, but..."

he'll choke on his emotion; face screwed up and barely registering the blistering wind stinging any exposed skin.

"but you're not here," he'll sniffle through a wobbly voice. "and that's my fault, too. so, i didn't mind sliding over the ice and crashing because it meant i'd get here. it meant i'd get where i needed to be..."

he reaches up and gingerly wipes the small dribble of blood from his forehead. bright red smears across his pointer finger before his thumb comes up to gently stick the blood to his thumb and rub his finger pads together. he'll let regret sink his heart because he drives like a madman through a snowstorm YEARS after you've passed away due to overwhelming guilt that he wasn't fast enough to make it to you in time, all that time ago.

his knees ache from the cold, and the wind whips his hair around his shoulders. he lets his chin rise so he was staring up at the white-grey sky, big ass flakes falling rapidly; and he'll pretend he's looking up at you. he imagines the wind is you sending him a sign; sighing sadly before nodding up at you, "i'll be more careful, sweetheart, i promise... i just had to be here, you know?"

the wind softens and he actually smiles.

he'll stick around for a few more minutes; being the only time he shows real, raw, vulnerable emotion as he felt a necessity to put a brave face on when he was around anyone else. but on that freezing cold winter day, he's only concerned with his Tuesday-tradition; and proving to you, wherever your soul might be - whether you're watching over him or not - that he's dedicated to you.

he wouldn't forget you, again.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n

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ask-hannah-blog · 4 months

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Hey.... "Pretzel" again.

I'm gonna be honest this might be kinda TMI but I need to get this out of my chest real bad so here goes.

After that incident at the store, I've been trying really hard to just move on and forget about it. Still though to do that I knew I should delete whatever weird ass "Toe Cleavage" photos I took of this random woman's feet. The problem is, as soon as I open my phone gallery and see the photos I get so fucking embarrassed! I get red-faced from how ashamed I am and then, of course, the fucking clown brain gets me horny!!!

Then a huge fart comes out of my titanic tush and I instantly pop a boner!

FUCKKKK!!!! Ugh, so there I am rubbing myself up and down and eventually I can't take it and I just whip it out. I'm gonna be honest for the past few days I've been kinda neglecting to look after my dick and I think the poor thing was a little antsy to get some action again. So I got no choice but to alleviate my... "tension". I get to it and that's when I finally notice it. I take care of myself so I never really had a particularly smelly penis, but then the thing just hits me with its full-on musk and that's when I realize something else: my dick smells like a hot wiener. Joy.

I can't say I particularly cared at the moment though since I was busy coating my phone's screen with a gallon of cum. I dunno if it was the Estrogen, the clown flu, or me just not spanking it for a while but I was GUSHING.

So obviously once I was done I got to work wiping it all off, especially off my phone. Then a naughty idea struck me:

"what if you just licked it off your phone?"

Despite recognizing the foreign thought, I was still horny so I mentally shrug and go along with it.

Guess what? My jizz tastes like mayonnaise. Good mayo too. So when I'm done lapping that up and I'm nice and satisfied I sit there in my post-nut clarity with one extra craving in my mind: "I could use my own cum as dressing on the stuff I eat." That thought alone makes me feel all loopy and happy and giggly.

So yeah, it was a bit of a crazy evening for me. Have I mentioned how freaking weird clowns are? Cuz my God are we extra with the weirdness sometimes.

The gas is here to stay btw, so screw me I guess! Pretzel out. Have a great day Hannah. Hope I didn't get you too worked up with this.

Pretzel! 🥨

You’re getting so savory with your musky weinie and mayo cum! Hyuck! Or should I say Hyum! Hehe.

It’s always a pleasure to hear from you it sounds like you gave your stuffies quite the show! Next time you should get them in on the show, and put the in the splash zone! Maybe they’ll grow their own little stuffy dildos and fleshlights! Then they can join in on your act.

I think maybe the flu isn’t planning on helping you transition after all. I’m just saying that because generally TFs don’t change things they plan on getting rid of. So if you’re getting a hot dog musk and increasing mayo production, I think the transformation has BIG things in mind. Strange that it’s happening if you’re still on estrogen but I’m beyond trying to understand this mess.

Hehe it really must have some really hot toe cleavage if it’s enough to make you dumb and forget what you’re doing. I almost want to see it! Hehe.

Hmmm if looking at it is distracting you, how are we gonna delete it I wonder…hmmm. I’m open to tips from the audience at that one. My suggestion is to throw that phone into the cornfield and run! But not everyone breaks phones as often as me!

Hehe I’m thinking about your friend on the phone. I wonder if she can sense the crazed half-clown jerking off to her

HOT

TOE

CLEAVAGE

Hehe hyuck I wonder what she’d think. I bet she’d be freaked out, knowing her feet are getting drenched in gallons ofclown cummies every time you look at them!

Ugh it makes me so sad everyone in your little town thinks you’re a freak! I wish I could just bring you home and let you sleep on the couch.

I wish you had a friend over there, or at least a clowny little servant like my Daisy.

Hmmm…

If I did have any psychic clowny powers, I’d send all my vibes towards the lady in that picture. I’d bombard her with clowny waves, so that next time you see her in line she’ll be buying pretzels, hotdogs and Mayonnaise because she’s just been having the STRANGEST cravings! Then you’d know she’s ripe for plucking! Hyuck!

Hehe ha…

But yeah, that foot bomb is crazy with how hard it hits, I felt like I was going crazy at first. But having been though it I do understand what the clowns were telling me when they said it was inevitable I should just accept it, because being in denial of it, it just felt like it was growing and growing inside of me until I popped and became a foot fiend or something. But now I’m just like “Oh I just have a foot fetish, I can manage this.” At least so far, I know some people never get over that it and just become mindless feet fappers.

I guess what I’m saying is i recommend you accepting the hot toe clevage and seeking out material other than that poor woman’s foot so you can develop the fetish at your own pace and not exploding like I did. Just worried if your only exposure to it is an illicit picture you took of a woman without her knowing that behavior might get hardwired in. Don’t want you becoming some creepy stocker clown following ladies around with a camera for the perfect shot of their feet to add to your cum drenched photo wall.

Boy I have a lot to say, I just like keeping up with you Pretzel!

Okay last thing.

I love you just ripping ass before going to town on yourself. That’s just full on hedonism, pig stuff. Just announcing to the world “hey I’m here to fuck! Lol. You know, so long as you’re not just huffing your own gas while shaking hands with the mayor I think it’s fine. It’s a normal bodily function, so being a little gassy is nothing to be embarrassed of.

Until next time Pretzel! We’re all rooting for you. Hehe we’re all tooting for you! 😂

Ms Hannah!

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the-letter-horror-lover · 2 years

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Forest of Evil Dogs

sebastiansgotme

Summary:

The very crazy brain hole with Kathy

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

"Young Master!"

"Child!"

"Ugh—" This damn skirt really gets in the way—the earl who lost his balance fell into the damp, moldy, dead leaves.

Previously, Woolf's furious fan made him almost instantly lose the hearing in his right ear, but now he started tinnitus and dizziness at the most dangerous juncture.

Broken... The Count struggled to prop up his upper body, a man who was not used to wearing a whalebone waistband, it was a whimsical idea to stand up on his own after a fall.

"Shoot!"

"Child! Lie down!" Diederich yelled to cover the two servants' rapid evacuation, and could only pray that the child would not be hit by shrapnel.

Too late... too late... Sebastian!

Damn, is this guy trying to be negligent?

The moment the projectile exploded, Snake and Baldroy were knocked to the ground by the airwaves, barely avoiding the fatal blow. The military's artillery shells smashed huge potholes in the middle of the forest. Fortunately, the dense forest was filled with fog all year round, and the humus soil greatly weakened the lethality of the German artillery shells.

"Oops - this look is really embarrassing."

Who else could be the deacon other than his deacon who spoke sarcastically in a disgusting tone at this time?

"Small...Master!"

"Smile!"

"Cough, cough" The smell of sulfur in the gunpowder made the Count cough continuously, and the devil's arms were tight.

The man released his grip on the boy and let the fragile human lie in his arms.

Dirty, tsk.

"You've already dressed up like this, but you still screwed up. Just leave it to me to do it, why do you have to be brave?" The man gently wiped the blood from his face, but fortunately it was all irrelevant. hurt.

"Stop talking...cough...you're too late!"

"You two, hurry up! The next attack is coming!" Diederich urged, the sound of the tank's tracks getting closer and closer, they must hurry up Arrive at the railway hidden in the woods.

"Sebastian, have you got the stuff?"

"Here, I brought all the samples." The deacon handed the suitcase to the little master.

"Very good! Baldroy! Snake!"

The three people who were on the road ahead stopped.

"You two follow Diederich to the east of the forest to find the railroad tracks. When you get there, fire flares and tell Finnian their exact location."

"YES, SIR!"

"YES ,SIR!—That's what Oscar said."

"Uncle Diederich!" The Count threw the suitcase over, as if it were filled with ordinary clothes, not life-threatening chemicals.

"Hey! You child..."

"The box will be handed over to you for safekeeping."

"You handed the trouble to me again?"

"Time is pressing, please." The count calmly explained the task, and they have more important things to complete.

"Leave it to us here. Let's get rid of that tin cart, Sebastian."

"Yes!" The

demon hugged the count tightly, hurried to the direction of the army, and disappeared into the night.

No longer concealing the speed that is different from ordinary people, they have reached the vicinity of the main force.

The Count wriggled uncomfortably in the Deacon's arms, the man's irresistible arm tucked between his legs.

Even through three or four layers of petticoats, the opponent's heat was transmitted to his inner skin, and the fabric was constantly bumping and rubbing as he ran, and he shamelessly concealed the heat source between his legs.

"Okay, put me down." The

man didn't want to let go.

The night concealed the embarrassing redness on the count's face, which could not be concealed from the devil.

"No, forgive my negligence, I forgot to prepare shoes for you."

His bare feet were grasped by warm hands.

The socks on the soles of his feet were tattered and tattered, and the man's fingers penetrated the holes and tore off the thin layer of fabric.

"Hey! You..." the count shrank and shouted.

He must have done something wrong. Even though his deacon was a complete beast, his appearance in front of people was always restrained and steady, and he never made jokes too much.

"As a deacon, how can you let the master walk barefoot? Besides—" the

man's face suddenly came closer, and the hot and humid breath hit the boy's bare chest because he was wearing a skirt. His eyes were hungry and dark.

"Since my master is well dressed as a little witch, then please maintain the appearance of a 'lady'."

"You..."

This devil!

If he still can't understand the man's eyes, let him be smashed by enemy shells immediately.

"This is not the time to do something that doesn't matter!" The count gave him a slap in the face.

"I'm joking." The man hugged the master who was trying to break free from his arms.

Now is not the time to flirt. First, get rid of the chariot that is in the way.

"Come on, young master." The earl took off his blindfold, and the lavender contract book shone brightly in the night.

"This is an order! Destroy the chariot!"

"Yes, my lord." The

demon suddenly rushed into the chariot's field of vision from the sheltered forest. The firepower of the infantry immediately tracked his movement, and the sound of machine guns could not stop. The demon swiftly shuttled through the rain of bullets, giving that layer of armor a heavy blow.

Without success, the demon leaped high into the air with a whispered curse. A steady stream of bullets roared and exploded around them.

"Head down!" The deacon slammed his head down, and a bullet swished past the earl's ear. The man took him temporarily to hide behind a tree trunk.

"What's wrong?"

"The armor is thicker than I thought, and the infantry is also very in the way."

"There must be weak spots. To be able to transport such a behemoth into the forest without disturbing the outside world, I think ——In order to defend against fire in all directions, the surrounding armor should be the thickest. Where there is no need to defend against bullets, only... bet this!" The Count lifted the burqa of his outer skirt, the head chef of the Phantomhive family. There are enough "gifts"!

"Sebastian, approach the chariot again. Drive away the annoying flies first." "

Yes!"

His face was buried deep in his chest. When fighting, the most important thing is not to cause trouble to the pieces!

The men crossed the infantry circle, and the ignited fuel tanks rolled to the feet of the German soldiers, and before they could react, the explosion of hellfire had devoured them.

On the other side, the guns of the chariot moved slowly, aiming at the master and servant who had broken into the attack range.

"Go! Sebastian!"

With a loud bang, the demon kicked the barrel of the gun. He landed heavily on the top of the chariot, his shoes crunching from the tin.

"Please wait for a while." The deacon settled the boy, then like a glutton eating a can of sardines dismantling a tin can with his bare hands, he couldn't wait to give it a fatal blow and tore the gap open.

"Ah, ah, ah!" The piercing howl of the prey came from the crack of the can, and the oncoming bullet hit the demon's body, and blood splattered.

"Monster! Monster!"

It was just a group of dying mice. The demon looked at the group of dying German female officers, his chest trembled and he let out a low laugh,

"My master has sent special rations made by the chef. Please everyone—"

"Enjoy yourself."

"It's over, young master."

Following the burning infantry, this iron chariot could not escape the fate of being surrounded by demonic fire. All around, the burning branches were beeping and peeling.

His deacon acted brilliantly, and tackling the iron car was as easy as he expected.

"In this way, it's not so much a chariot for action, but an oven for action." The Count sneered, and soon he couldn't laugh anymore, and the demon's hand was still between his legs.

"You're right." The flies and mice that were in the way were sent into the oven by him, and the deacon was proud and happy.

"Go to the east to find Diederich and the others, Sebastian." The Count forced himself to ignore the palm that was holding his thigh firmly, and the only one who had time to focus on other things was this slut.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" The man pinched his feet again, rubbing the pads of his fingers to remove the dirt on them.

"We have about a quarter of an hour to spare."

"Are you crazy? A quarter of an hour? Here?" The

man blocked the boy's lips, and his restless hand had gone around the layers of petticoats, rubbing him through the loose shorts rhizomes.

This kid is already hard, isn't he?

"Don't touch!" The earl hugged the deacon's shoulders tightly, almost drowned in the deacon's kiss, his heart beating like a bird in his chest, this damn man must have heard it. He gave in to desire, but didn't want to waste his time being fondled by men.

The earl's soft feet rubbed against his lower abdomen, the man unbuttoned his belt and trousers waistband in a graceful manner, and a cold foot immediately got into the gap between his waist.

"Hmm!" The demon groaned, and he hugged the earl tightly. The other foot also got in, rubbing the hardened stick.

A man's penis is very hot and the skin is as soft as velvet. The Count rubbed it hard, smoothing the soft skin. The stem throbbed against the soles of his feet. The green witch's skirt is very long, covering up the sinful lewdness. The movements of the two were very light, and there was only a slight gasp in the night. Even if a stranger breaks in suddenly, no one will find out what they are doing.

"There are not many people like you who can take the work of the god of death seriously." The two gods of death completed the soul harvesting work here and perched on the branches.

"Ha! I'm very fortunate to be a god of death! Today's harvest is more than half finished. As for that demon—" The little god of death took off his glasses and wiped the hem of his shirt, he might have just been blinded.

"That girl is..."

"No... The memo says he's a boy." Ludger, the tall god of death, also saw the two people not far away.

"Huh?

" The job is that boy, Count Phantomhayn."

"Wait, it doesn't matter, they are... seniors!"

"The devil... Although he looks handsome, he acts more shamelessly. Don't pay attention to them."

The man impatiently reached for the boy's feet, squeezed them and started to move. The count gasped to cooperate with his deacon. He was hot all over now and his cheeks were burning. When he lost his sight in confusion, the figure on the tree canopy that caught his eye made his blood flow backwards.

"Wait...that's...the god of death?" The

demon didn't slow down. He followed the earl's gaze and noticed the two uninvited guests who descended on the forest. Gone are the annoying flies and mice, and here are two more troublesome death gods.

"Wow! Things are getting more interesting!" The little Reaper was amazed at the relationship between this human and the devil.

"Sasha, it's time for us to go." Ludger avoided the gnawing gaze projected by the beast, he didn't want to fight the demon head-on over such a trivial matter.

"It's gone... I stepped in without any trouble. It's already much better than the British god of death." The Count breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bah-la-"

"Sebastian--hey!" The

demon tore the cloth at the base of the boy's thigh impatiently, and pushed the man in his arms against the tree trunk.

A piece of black lace was thrown out of the skirt by the man, which was not Sullivan's, of course, but the underwear strap the man had tied on his bloomers so that he would not let him be naked.

"There's no time, you can't touch me!" The count struggled to express his refusal, and slapped the man again. He really couldn't find any more explicit language.

"I'm just asking for my principal back, and you kept refusing me to touch you a few days ago."

"That's just—yes—" The

earl's words were shattered by the demon's impact, and the demon played a game Savvy wordplay. His clasped legs were folded over his chest by the man, his strong arms cushioned against the tree trunks behind him. The dank air kissed the boy's bare thighs and buttocks, with the fiery warm rhizome in the middle, pressing against his sac over and over again, rubbing the smooth flesh on both sides.

Panting lightly, the demon bit off a glove, reached out and stroked the boy's half-hard stalk, tugging at it for his pleasure.

The Count began to moan loudly, trembling, and was reluctantly sent to the top.

Dazzling flares pierced the sky, illuminating the gloomy sky. It was Diederich and the others, they found the railroad tracks out of the forest!

"Okay, let's hurry up!" The

demon finally let go of him, and

the mucus flowed along the bottom of the sock to the inside of the knee, turning from warm to cold.

Damn it! He must have done it on purpose!

"Well, here's a little interest."

The count took the devil's face and kissed his cheek.

There was a strange tremor in the deacon's chest. He hugged the master with a low smile, followed the direction of the flare, and plunged into the night again.

Chapter 2

Chapter Text

The eastern sky revealed rose purple, and the stars faded to their dazzling light.

The count took out his pocket watch from the deacon's jacket pocket.

"It's almost five o'clock, Sebastian."

The sound of the train whistle came from not far away, and they had reached the military track hidden by the trees.

"Bang!"

"Not good!" The count's expression changed. Merlin was using a shotgun, and it was a German shot!

The deacon, who caught the gunshot not far away before the master, jumped from the treetops and galloped forward along the sleepers of the railroad tracks.

The rickety figure stood up in the middle of the railroad tracks, the soldier who had narrowly escaped the fire and hit the rebel Woolf. She raised her arm again and aimed at the Green Witch on the board.

"Sullivan! You traitor!" the female officer yelled at the people on the train.

"Oops, the ingredients actually came out of the oven." The demon slashed the carotid artery of the lingering female officer with a surgically precise angle.

"It seems that the firepower is not enough." The deacon smiled and pulled out the silver knife.

The high-pressure blood spurted several feet on the gravel road in an instant, and she could only make a gurgling reverberation when her trachea was broken.

The count glanced in disgust at the man lying in a pool of blood.

"Wolf—"

Sullivan's heart-wrenching cry came from a few dozen meters away.

"Take him!"

Sebastian followed the little master's instructions and picked up the German man who was lying on the rails and couldn't move.

The train rumbled out of the forest, and no one followed. Everyone was on the car board, and this German station was completely destroyed by them.

"No, Woolf! You can't die..."

The man on the car board seemed to have no life, his chest was red with blood.

Sullivan squeezed his rough hand tightly, sobbing.

"Don't cry! He's not dead!" The

Count pulled away the little girl who was holding on to the wounded, and peeled off Woolf's blood-stained shirt.

"Little...sister...I...I am..." The man woke up from the coma, his face was pale and his breathing was weak.

The deacon raised his head and gave him some cold water.

"Mr. Wolfram, please cheer up. As a deacon, it is absolutely not allowed to leave one step ahead of the master." The

count glanced at his deacon coldly and interrupted him,

"Seba Stian, go and bring the knife until it is red hot. Merlin! Bring as much cloth and water as you have!"

Merlin got busy, and the deacon handed the dagger that burned to the red in the boiler to the count.

"Wolf... woo woo..."

"Cheer up!" The

Count pinched the Green Witch's wrinkled face and yelled at her-

"It's your duty to save the villagers, and you said that Isn't that right?"

"This guy is the only surviving villager! There are no miracles and magic in the outside world. If you want to save him, use your own hands!"

He clenched the little girl's trembling hands and took the dagger. into her palm.

"Wolf..."

"Let him bite the gauze. Hold him, don't let him move."

Sebastian held down the strong German soldier, and the next task of dealing with bullets was handed over to the Green Witch .

The little girl took a deep breath, her tears flowed down unsatisfactorily, and big drops fell on the man.

"Wolf! If you die here, I will definitely—"

"I will never forgive you for the rest of my life..."

XXXXXXXX

The wound was cleaned and the dressing went smoothly. The Green Witch did her job brilliantly.

The count finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the highly tense nerves were relieved.

"Okay, anyway, the blood has stopped. It should be fine to send him to proper treatment."

"Diederich! Do you have a suitable hiding place? We can't send him to the city hospital."

Diederich reluctantly He agreed, he was the only local here.

"The train is about to change lanes and we have to go to another stop."

The Count sat down at the back of the car, relaxing his stiff legs.

The forest on both sides of the road began to thin out, the sky was completely bright, and the bleak crescent moon was about to disappear.

The deacon took off the wool coat and put it on the thinly-clothed little master thoughtfully.

"Did you keep asking me to go barefoot?" The

count's voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear it.

The man smiled and put on his shoes, how could he really forget to prepare shoes for the master.

"When Woolf is in a coma, you have to continue to be her deacon." He emphasized the two words at the end of the sentence.

"Are you expressing your dissatisfaction with me?"

"Humph." Finnian told the boy what the deacon had done during his recuperation.

This demon really did his duty to the witch.

"Speaking of which, I was very surprised when you said you would bring him." The

earl pondered: "In the outside world, there are many people who are more dangerous than werewolves, and I can't take care of her by myself. And—"

"With her here, I have an extra layer of protection to avoid being silenced because I know too much."

"So that's how it is," the

demon felt ridiculous at the human's thoughts,

"there is obviously a demon by his side. , do you need an extra layer of insurance?"

"Young master, you really like to worry about your business."

"What nonsense," the count sneered.

The devil who devoured people the night before had returned to his usual hypocrisy in a blink of an eye.

Instead of trusting this man, it is better to swear to the waning moon above his head.

"You're the most unbelievable one." The

demon shook his head noncommittally.

"Please rest for a while, Diederich will take us to the mansion in the suburbs, I'm afraid we won't be there until the afternoon." The

deacon blocked him from the light, and the count closed his coat, leaned on his back and fell asleep.

"It's here, everyone, get out of the car!"

Woolf, who was unconscious, handed it over to Finnian. The deacon picked up Sullivan, and since his master ordered him to be the servant of the Green Witch, he did as he said.

Except for the deacon who kept his radiant face all the time, the embarrassed group of nine finally arrived at Diederich's castle.

"Master, you're back!" Butler Heinrich greeted everyone.

"Oops, it looks like this... it seems to have been nonsense for a while."

"Call the doctor and get ready to take a bath!"

"Yes." Heinrich immediately ordered the people. Heinrich

"Oh, it's been a long time, Mr. Tanaka."

"Yeah, I really miss it." The older generation of deacons greeted each other.

"This is..."

"This is Phantomhive's child." Diederich introduced the visitor to the housekeeper.

"It's an honor to meet you, Count Phantomhive." Heinrich gave him a standard bow.

The Count handed the coat to a valet.

"I'm sorry to trouble you. I'm really disrespectful." The

family doctor arrived in time, the servants brought a stretcher, and Woolf was taken to the guest room.

The demon carried Sullivan and followed the servants to Woolf's room.

The count folded his arms and couldn't help but rolled his eyes at the demon's back -

leaving me alone in the hall, wearing a skirt.

Fortunately, Heinrich soon led the little Count to the guest room on the second floor, and the servants had prepared hot water for him.

"Count Phantomhive, let us wait for you to bathe and change." The two maids humbly held the bath towels in front of the door, bowing their heads and waiting for the little guest.

"No... No, I'll just do it myself." What

a joke, there was still something left by the man in his skirt.

"My deacon is downstairs."

He waved, and the two maids quietly retreated.

The boy immediately lifted his skirt and undid the garter belt that was tied tightly around his thigh. The liquid had dried up, leaving hard marks on dark fabrics. He kicked off the dirty socks and ignored them.

This dress strangled him for a day. He turned his hands behind his back and fumbled to unfasten the cord buttons on his back.

"Tsk," the

tangled ribbon was clueless, as if it had been pulled into a knot by him.

"Would you like me to come?" The

boy was startled, and the deacon quietly appeared behind him, his nimble fingers untied the knot for him, and loosened the straps on his back.

"Raise your hand." The

boy did as he did, and the dark green robe was pulled from the top of his head by the man. The Green Witch's necklace and wristlet were thrown aside. The petticoat was removed from the top of the head in the same way, leaving only the corset and a layer of underwear.

The earl leaned against the wall, and the deacon loosened the belt of his waistband and the breasts of his abdomen for him.

A pair of large bracelets immediately wrapped around his bare slender waist, and the count avoided the man's inviting hand as if nothing had happened.

The naked earl got into the bathtub, the water temperature was slightly higher, and he let out a satisfied sigh from his thin and tender chest.

The Count sat in the bathtub with his knees on his back, enjoying the first-class service of the deacon, and the sponge soaked up the hot water and ran across his back and shoulders. "Wolf has survived safely, so you can rest assured for the time being."

"Well."

The most critical part of this mission has been completed, the werewolf's curse has been identified, and the little witch was successfully tricked out by him.

The deacon gently rubbed and lathered his hair.

"Your Majesty, what step has she already thought of?" the little earl murmured.

Inviting the little witch to her tea party is not just a simple banquet.

"Is it really her ultimate goal to investigate an unbelievable death case? Or is it because she received information from a German spy and borrowed my hand to investigate military secrets?" He raised his hand, hot water dripping from between his fingers Down.

"Who knows? I'm just a deacon, and it's hard to fathom the Queen's thoughts." The

man groaned, and the child suddenly turned around and pinched his face. His hands are small, more like holding his jawbone.

"You are indeed a demon deacon—" He bluntly debunked the man's pun,

"and you're a deacon that climbs the bed." The

boy was already close to him, so close that he could touch it when he lowered his head.

So he was waiting, waiting for the two petals to softly cover his.

The two maintained an ambiguous distance until the count let go.

"Are you waiting for me to kiss you?" The count looked at the anxious demon with a mocking expression.

"You thought I would kiss you?"

"No, I wouldn't kiss a deacon, a servant."

The devil has always been conceited about his appearance, and his superficial disguise seduces every bedmate.

He is confident that the Earl is also one of these stupid humans, so he is willing to use his small mouth to do depraved things.

The kid's sweet little mouth could go anywhere on his body, but the boy never offered to give a deep kiss, never. Not shy, but unwilling.

The count used this resistance to show the fact that he was never seduced by demons.

The demon couldn't help but feel frustrated, but even so, he kept his usual smile.

"I thought you finally remembered to repay the principal to your servant."

"I only remember your evil deeds. If I could, I would really like to tear off your disgusting face and let others see you. The real appearance."

"Hush-do you hate my face so much?" His ears were pulled very hard by the boy.

The count dropped his hand in silence.

"Okay, my master. I beg your forgiveness, forgive my recklessness last night." The deacon smiled and pushed the awkward master back into the bathtub.

"I don't know what the Queen really thinks, I just know that Germany's military has developed to this point, and Britain wants it too."

"Things are getting interesting, aren't they? Who knows what will happen in the future?

" What's so interesting about this?"

Yingde competed in secret, and only the devil would be happy to see it succeed. The young Count was very worried. There were too many political factors involved in this incident, and many doubts and pressures shrouded him.

"Please close your eyes, it may sting a little."

"Ugh—" The

hot water washed away impurities and foam, and the count suffocated.

"Be careful." The

deacon led him out of the bathtub, using a soft towel to dry up the excess water.

"Human beings are really changing rapidly, why don't you grow taller, Master?"

"I don't want to be told that I can't grow taller by a demon that hasn't changed in hundreds of years." His naughty feet kicked the man's strong legs.

"You—" The demon recalled a chill down his spine. He was abruptly woken up from his dream last night. The room was pitch black, and the cold wave and pain filled his body. He couldn't see anything and was carried into the air.

The Count was actually very curious, even though he had faced brutal demons many times, he could not see a corner of his face.

"Is your other look like last night? Sebastian?" he asked the haunting question.

"No," the

deacon shook his head, he had never been interested in swaggering in front of humans.

"Are you curious?"

"Of course. Don't you want to get the principal back? If you show me what it looks like—" The

deacon interrupted him, his always calm and handsome face wrinkled,

"I am Your deacon can't show an ugly appearance in front of the master."

"Your hypocritical face is ugly now."

Bargaining is the Earl's best skill, and the devil can't convince him.

The deacon's Adam's apple slid up and down with difficulty,

"With all due respect, you definitely don't want to see that look." He never refused physical pleasure, but no demon would be stupid enough to use his original appearance to hunt for beauty, in any case it must be Incredibly bad experience.

The deacon shook his head firmly, and the host in front of him made an invitation to touch his bottom line.

"Why insist on your aesthetics like this. With a contract, you can't blackmail me like you did last night."

"Come on, devil, this is an order, let me see you, eh?"

Chapter 3

Chapter Text

"Come on, devil, here's an order, let me see you, eh?"

"Okay," the

man reluctantly undid his left glove, the deed dazzling on the back of his hand.

"If this is your order." The

deacon's familiar magnetic voice became low.

The dark fireworks scattered like a puddle of ink on the soles of his feet.

The count wrapped the towel tightly, and he jumped back twice to avoid the dangerous ink from getting on his feet.

Wet and cold fireworks climbed up the ceiling like vines, and the bathroom, which was as bright as day, became dim in an instant.

The cold ink wrapped around his feet, and then quickly climbed up between his legs.

"Hey!" he called out to his deacon, and the man turned into an indestructible mass of ink, nothing.

In the few seconds the boy was distracted, he was wrapped in the damn thing all over him, cold and damp, tough as seaweed.

"Sebastian!" The darkness made the Count fall into an unprecedented panic, and he watched helplessly as the chandelier was extinguished by the seaweed, there was no light source in the room, and his deacon disappeared.

Is the devil the damn thing in him? The count was astonished.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted by a very rational force.

The Count fell suddenly to the ground, dragged across the carpet by invisible hands, and the seaweed dragged him into the dark end.

The Count let out the most frightening scream in his life, such a familiar dull pain that was oppressed by the darkness on his bones, which he just experienced last night.

"It hurts!"

With a thud, his head hit the wooden board, and the black restraint loosened his arms.

The devil looked at the embarrassed master on the ground and laughed. He could shout as much as he could, and no one could disturb them.

The Count heard the low laughter of the demon so close at hand, he stretched his arms and groped on the carpet, and finally grasped a steel-cold toe - the devil's high boots.

He clings to the man's leg and gets up, and is pushed away again.

"Hmm—"

He lay on his back under the soft quilt, and saw the devil's burning eyes and the lilac contract in the darkness.

The count called hesitantly, "Are you... there? Come here." The

demon stepped towards the edge of the bed, and the boy waved his hands blindly to touch his rocky torso.

The little human hand touched his real form up and down, and that was enough.

"Master, are you satisfied?"

"I can't see anything." The count was a little annoyed, he was fooled by this demon.

The devil laughed, his rough voice creepy.

"This is my original appearance."

"So this is?" The Count tugged at the remaining black seaweed on his body, they were very tough.

The demon organized the language for a while and chose an explanation that was easy for the human to understand -

"They are part of me." The

Count was a little frustrated. The darkness seemed to follow this man forever. Once he tried to get close to this monster, not only him, but also the light would be pushed away.

He stood on the bed, barely looking at the tall man. The demon's eyes were scarlet, with elongated pupils.

Annoyed, the demon held his face and jumped on top of him like a monkey from the edge of the bed.

He let out a thin scream as he tried to rip the annoying kid off.

His steely nails accidentally dig into his bare skin.

The demon compromised, and he grabbed the human hanging on him to prevent him from falling.

Soon the Count was shivering in his arms, losing his body heat rapidly as he approached him.

The earl was so cold his teeth were fighting. He insisted on tracing the devil's invisible face with his fingertips.

The deacon's soft face was gone, his skin smooth and hard as a pebble, and his nose small and pointed. He has no eyebrows and his hair is as long as a human. The Count even found two of the devil's horns in the pile of damp hair.

His fingers ran into the devil's pursed lips, warm and moist inside, so he leaned in.

Humans are really strange creatures.

The demon looked at the earl who kissed him in surprise. When he was taking a bath, he said he would never kiss a deacon, but now he jumped up and kissed a demon. The boy's tender tongue came in, and the devil no longer thought about it in front of lust, he lifted the back of the other's head and deepened the kiss.

The man's slippery tongue pressed against his throat, causing an uncomfortable conditioned reflex, and the Count turned his head away with a gag.

He was surprised to find that he had adapted to the man's low temperature and no longer trembled as before.

"When you were a demon, who would you do with? Are you the same kind?" the Count gasped and asked, he was no longer afraid of this demon at all.

"No, very few demons trust their own kind." Demons tend to live long solitary lives.

"What about you? Are you going to catch a man, or a woman?"

This haunting brat will always have countless questions, but the devil is patient and tells him the truth.

"I usually choose a sheep." The

Count repeated the man's words stutteringly:

"Sheep...you...you mean..."

"No demon would use his face to find pleasure in a human being."

Demon Ending this pointless chat, he threw the Count on the bed and covered him with a quilt. That's it for today's shenanigans.

A small hand grabbed him, and the demon lay obediently beside him, but the boy covered his entire body with the quilt.

The Count took the hand that glowed lavender under the covers, a solid armor extending from the back of the hand to the demon's entire arm, down to the shoulders and jaw. It almost covered the whole body of the demon, only the face was exposed. The man's chest is as hard as marble, and the steel tightly wraps the man's narrow waist. The shape and length are very similar to the men's waistbands that were popular in France fifty or sixty years ago.

He arched back and forth under the quilt, his hands reaching between the demon's legs, where there was still only a solid metal shell. The demon opened the armor for him, revealing a skin as tough as a pebble.

The count stroked, and after a long time, he felt a narrow slit in the demon's lower abdomen.

The boy was shocked to find that the demon beneath him had no male signs.

His deacon is more like a woman.

Is this why he is reluctant to reveal his true face?

His tender fingers stroked the gap back and forth, and the demon let out a trembling roar. The swarms of wet seaweed got into the quilt, they kissed the naked earl, wrapped around his young rhizome, got into the tender hole behind him, and involved every inch of his private parts.

The Count only felt that the blood all over his body rushed to his face, and in the face of this sudden fact, he was as shy as a child peeping at the bottom of a courtesan dress.

His deacon has become a woman, but what does that matter?

He had been worried about the demon's shape before, and the result was simply beyond his expectations.

He held back his painful lower body. It was not yet time, and the people under him were still dry. He leaned over and licked the demon's legs, offering the gentlest force and the most delicate tongue kiss.

He couldn't help recalling that many years ago, on a certain May morning, the first rose in the courtyard had not bloomed yet. As a child, he was in awe of all beautiful things, and he couldn't help kissing The flower bud, which was about the same height as him, had sweet and soft petals and smelled like a sweet apple.

His precious caress made the demon gasp heavily. The gap was no longer tight and inviolable. The Count began to try to submerge a knuckle, and he even felt the warm and smooth mucus inside.

The demon roared and lifted the quilt over his head, and his hand, which could stretch to any corner of the room, lit a candle.

The dim candlelight finally made the count see the terrifying face of the deacon. He shuddered and held his mouth. This man was dark from head to toe, his skin was like marble, and his armor reflected the cold light of steel.

The gap in front of the boy opened like a sudden flower, and he watched the mutation in shock until a thick stalk covered in mucus came out of the demon and hit him in the face.

"Ah—"

An ugly caterpillar emerged from his rose. This demon is male through and through.

The Count backed away in horror, stumbled by the cold seaweed screaming.

The demon squeezed the Count's jaw with his pincer-like hand. He's rarely emotional, and spends most of his time in bed acting out. He warned the boy more than once, but he was so disobedient that he recklessly tested the boundaries of death again and again. This is no longer a prank that will end well, unless he orders him to become a deacon now.

The boy screamed and tried to dodge, and the wet stalk of the demon slapped his cheek against his lips.

"It's useless." The

boy's mouth was squeezed open, and the demon would not be as afraid of his teeth as a human male, and the mucus-smeared penis was sent deep into his throat by the demon.

"Woooo-" The corners of his mouth were stinging. The Earl's terrified eyes widened, and the thing slid across the back of his most sensitive mouth and began to squeeze the feeding tube. The count scuffled at the man.

"Woo-vomit--" The sour stomach juices poured into his throat, and the demon pulled away and let him go.

The boy hadn't eaten for a long time, and he spit out nothing but transparent soup. He vomited all over the man's boot, and the scum was decomposed by the dark vines.

"I need to drink water." The earl was choked with tears and his throat was burning hot.

The man's slender fingers pinched out of thin air and handed him a glass of crystal clear liquid.

The Count has seen countless expensive wine glasses, but the work of man is not worth mentioning in the face of art brought by the devil. The demon squeezed his small mouth again and fed him this glass of water of unknown origin. The count swallowed hard, it tasted like diluted mead.

"No—" He didn't want to drink any more. This glass of water smelled very similar to the mucus from the man's lower body, and the faint apple sweetness began to make him feel sick.

"Drink it all up. It gives you energy." The

demon's hand rubbed the back of the boy's neck, encouraging him to drink it.

The empty goblet was thrown into the darkness by the demon.

The count felt warm in his stomach and no longer cold in his limbs.

He looked at the demon's heavy bane, which didn't look anything like a human.

The deacon has a handsome appearance, and his cock is pretty enough, but it's all the devil's clever disguise. The Count held the bulging round head, and a steady stream of mucus filled his palms. Its base was knotted and rough, and at first the boy thought it was a demon's testicle. After studying it for a while, he realized that the oddly-shaped part was just the end of the penis. The whole ugly fleshy stalk erupted from the demon's body, the same ugly pouch was underneath, and the remaining tissue was hidden inside the cavity.

The impatient demon squeezed his chin again.

"Let go of me!" The

count slapped away the icy claws. He hated being forced the most.

He hesitated, and finally decided to give his deacon a little compensation.

He buried his head and took the black rhizome into his mouth. The demon hissed and pressed down on his little furry head. Humans' sensitive throats are too shallow to satisfy the desires of demons.

The Count used all the skills he had learned from the man, and repeated the boring work tirelessly. He teased the head of the man's most sensitive penis, applying just the right amount of suction, licking the stem and pouch.

Mucus mixed with saliva overflowed from the Earl's numb lips. Normally, this man should cum, but today he worked so hard for so long to no avail.

The demon turned him over, his slender black tentacles drilled into the honey hole, the human snow-white buttocks and the demon's dark iron palms formed a sharp contrast, this scene was extremely strange and erotic.

The fingertips caressed the shallow folds, and the tentacles escaped.

The count shuddered and screamed, his sharp nails would ruin his insides!

The demon suppressed the dangerous desire that was about to come out of his chest, and patiently opened up the folds for him.

The Earl, who was kneeling on the bed, groaned and wriggled when the hot and humid tongue touched his shrinking secret place. The young body couldn't help the lingering teasing, and he hoped that this man would be cold and cruel, so that he could also maintain his last dignity and reason on the bed.

He blushed and felt the long tongue hovering at the entrance, and finally broke in, curling and licking strongly and flexibly. The warm touch made his knees sore. The demon took his hand and guided him to the wet, sticky hole.

The Count buried his head in the quilt like an ostrich, and tremblingly followed the demon's instructions, using three fingers to open up the gradually soft anus. The man's mucus made the process less arduous, and soon the demon slid his fingers out of the way.

"Wait--I--" said the Count, stumbling, and he sat up limply, and sure enough... he couldn't accept that terrifying black thing.

The demon with the arrow on the string picked him up and opened the pair of thin white legs. The sticky cock was squeezing his tender inner thigh, pressing exactly into the hole between his legs that made him think about it. The demon rudely squeezed his waist, the hot rod squeezed out of the folds,

"Pain!" The fragile human screamed in his arms, the

demon stopped advancing, allowing the boy to gradually adapt to him violation.

The devil has all sorts of covert means to get the boy.

The Count was propped up by the hot, hard object, and he gasped as he twisted the walls of his intestines. The stick began to stir shallowly, and there was numbness and tingling where the two were connected, like a sensitive person accidentally getting yam juice.

"Hmm-" The

Count moaned and twisted his waist and hips, trying to relieve the unbearable heat itch, his hot body pressed against the demon's cold and hard chest. Pain and shame are left behind.

The demon twitched again, and the count in his arms greeted him with cheers. The aphrodisiac slime protects this ill-timed copulation well against inexperienced humans, and it's not very clever, but it works wonderfully.

The count held the devil's face where he couldn't see his nose and eyebrows and kissed him indiscriminately. The man turned his head to follow his lips, but the boy avoided it.

The stinky brat grabbed his horns with both hands and twisted his black head to the other side.

Did he think he wouldn't feel pain?

He growled angrily, the human being annoyed him repeatedly. With just one bite, he can bite off the Count's slender neck, and he wants the blood of this human to spray from the veins to the ceiling.

"Did I hurt you?" the count giggled.

"No..." The hungry vermin was bound by the unbreakable pact, and he crushed the boy under him in chagrin. From the moment the candle is lit, the demons have been waiting to see how humans react. It'd be best if he was frightened to the point of losing his temper, then he wouldn't have to pity him and have a good meal after the sex. But he underestimated human courage and courage. It seems that from now on he will suffer from hunger, pain and excitement in the contract.

He started ramming the boy under him vigorously, the knot at the base of his cock kept rubbing against the tight hole, barely submerging, and the boy began to cry.

"It hurts - it's too deep!"

It is indeed difficult for a strong man, and the devil has never tried to form a knot with a human being. The pain that livestock can endure does not mean that this human can. He was so young that the devil didn't want to put him to death on the bed.

But tonight was a feast for the devil, and he pressed the boy's slender legs to the bed and began to attack slowly and powerfully, gradually trying to penetrate deeper.

The hard weight of the man was pressing on him, and the count's repressed breath changed from long to short.

"Relax." The demon stopped and patted his flushed cheek, and the child was about to lose his breath.

"Would you like another glass of water?" He wasn't sure if the emaciated Earl could make it to the end of the feast.

The Count nodded, and the demon lifted the back of his head and carefully fed him a glass of sweet and tangy wine to make sure he was full of energy.

When the man bullied the boy again, the demon manipulated the tentacles to force him to open his mouth to breathe.

"Woo!" His mouth couldn't close, and the saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth to the root of his neck.

"Call it out, eh?"

Before the Count could respond, the demon pushed into his soft back hole impatiently. His movements have been restrained to the extreme, and he gently caressed the rose-colored gem on the count's chest.

"Hmm--Saba--ha--" The

earl's gasp became as sweet as the glass of juice, and he was paralyzed, accepting the whole of the demon. The wrong end of the muscle was rubbed into the body by the man, and it seemed that it was not as ugly and horrifying as the first time I saw it.

His master is willing to take his knot, and maybe their final move will go well.

What followed was a long saving phase, in which he forced the boy to stay in bed, relaxed and under his whip. Humans' fragile physical strength is too precious to be exhausted in the moment.

"Hey... Ha..." The Count who was limp on the bed swayed with the rhythm of the man's attack, and this process lasted for a long time. Diederich had told them to go down for dinner at seven, and maybe the servant had already knocked on their door.

"You... when will it end?" The count's face flushed, he was tired and hungry, and his stomach cried out in disappointment. This demon has absolutely no performance to shoot.

"Please be patient for a while," the demon told him in a low voice.

The count was eager to ask his deacon how long it was.

The man put his arms around him and fell on the bed, pulling his thin, weak leg away. Time to feast on this weary prey.

"Ahhhh!"

screamed the count, and the penis buried in him began to change, and somewhere in the middle it swelled like sourdough bread, jamming the shallow rectum.

The pain made the count's legs tremble, and he struggled to move his ass, the devil's steel-like arms wrapped around his waist.

"Relax."

The penis, which was completely different from humans, finally stopped changing, and the Count had nowhere to escape, so he could only wait there for the demon to end.

The demon clamped the boy in his arms tightly, a rare pleasure in his long life. The exhausted boy's body is warm and compliant. He held him and quietly enjoyed the knotting process.

When the man penetrated deeply, the Earl's numb intestinal wall often couldn't feel the process of his ejaculation, but could only feel the warm flow of the body fluid as it slipped out of the hole. But this time was different. The heat that was buried in his lower abdomen was constantly irritating his fragile inner wall, causing it to spasm uncontrollably. He almost endured it to the point of collapse, and his intestines were peristalizing to excrete a large amount of foreign bodies.

The demon stroked his whole body, his hands maliciously kneading the boy's chest, circling his nipples with gentle force.

"Woooo-"

The boy choked and groaned. The demon laughed savagely, knowing that the boy couldn't stand such a gentle caress.

He swung his waist and pressed his hips against the boy, using the knot to squeeze the other's tiny glands.

Playing with the demon's nipples and backyard, the Count screamed and came out, and he wept reluctantly.

The satiety demon withdrew from the human body. He lifted the boy's sweaty legs and slapped the two buttocks. The half-conscious Earl protested and covered the back hole that was exposed in front of the man.

"Clean it up, or you'll have a stomach upset tomorrow." The

demon pushed the earl's weak hand away, and the red and swollen folds contracted to prevent the fluid from flowing out. He patted the count on the backside again.

The black liquid flowed out of the back hole in strands, and this intermittent black trickle splashed a pool of water under the Count until the man was sure that there was no filth left.

"It's time for you to wake up, young master." The

earl was drowsy, and the deacon looked at the young master who had just woken up with worried eyes.

"The supper is ready. Mr. Diederich is waiting for you in the parlour."

"Um... what time is it?"

"It's nine o'clock, sir."

"What?" He actually slept from the afternoon to the evening.

"You are so tired from your journey that you refuse to wake up." The

boy looked at the deacon suspiciously. When did he change into men's clothes?

Maybe I'm really drowsy... I'm so hungry.

The count got up without thinking and followed the deacon down the stairs. Diederich was still there waiting for him.

END

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We open a new lawsuit on rick cessarri

His responsible for tons of stuff and our son's life and yours it's wrong this fight out front was John remillard is due to him to fight his brother almost died or well uncle Brian with the humans was because of Ricky surgery now and just several other fights and other things that would hurt that occurred because of him and he was Michael federman and he killed his wife's mother and it was known too by others and she went to Will and Bill loud and said I need your help he said who sent you she said that CAA said I could come over I said okay let's hear it and he said she said this man is killed my mother and I don't know how to prove it or to do anything and he's imitating you too he said we care about the second and we care about the first and we'll figure it out for you you may go contact you so they did a throw a job. And I figured out something cuz I'm starting fights and getting people to do things all over the neighborhood and they figure out who he is and he's not Jamie chomo. Well that's who he is. And man is he an a****** it's an a****** who started all this trouble now you started trouble with me directly he said to him in the mall you killed Mrs fetterman's mom because you're Mr fetterman so I can get you put in jail if you'd like so Jason left in tears so he doesn't want me to help him it doesn't want to screw around with him they didn't figure it out of something it's been getting and fights and stuff is that really mad and started to train attack you heard you say it to if you keep that up. I'm just going to kill you and he didn't pay any money so you ate this and paid me five bucks and it still owe me a dollar I said pay me money nothing you don't have any money to pay me well you go to jail

So you didn't think anything of it and it still doesn't because he's a prick and he's made a mental too put in the mental hospital student all sorts of stuff to him. And one day he said this I'm not going to put up with him harassing me and all sudden he says where are you people that you doing all this walked around the corner and smashed him right in the face and broke his face and we're not going to put up with you anymore to go away gave him a new brain.

Is the grandchild of bja and it's messing with PGA all the time too I said one of those three could be him and it was and they looked and they saw saying no it's not and they told him we were getting out of here now he said no. He was going to try and shove bjA and you said get back over there with the ax and said no I said yeah... And it was Jamie chomo and he went up to the top of burnt Hill and he cut his own foot off and that's where our son had to throw his dog's ashes it was a different dog but that's what happened and yes Jamie cholo's kid same thing in New Hampshire Jamie chomo's kid was thrown in the ocean little check that Jason I didn't switch it out but you certainly deserve it you certainly do you aren't in human a******. If it's your kid I'm going to kill you cuz you're going to be a dick that's what I like to do you notice that I do it and I wipe out clans let me know what's that it's your turn now for you to leave Chris is probably back to the work right and you're an a****** to me cuz you're a f****** is that right little f****** so go be a Jew and go check. As you usually are with me and really you're easily entertained. The ashes are just off the jetty I'm sure that he put them in a certain spot it doesn't care about your claim though you care if you do if someone was mixed in there with him which is really sacrilege I don't know if it's true I'm told that one of his kids and yeah they're older kids stupid s*** let's put it in there but that's what he is Mr kid and Mr winne and those are sons of Max by the way.

Zues Hera

Who's going to find out cuz that being said most of this is them cuz that's what it says

Jason

Well I thought you had a profitable skam doing here instead I mean when does it f****** have to matter right at the last second you'll never prepare for what's after idiot

Zues Hera

Well we're sorry we didn't listen and it's very stupid and wrong but we got a big problem now and we have to handle it no s*** Sherlock CAA says to me you got a big problem cuz you caused it like criminal negligence and vice attacking me you made it much worse just as I said thousands of times a month I mean what the f*** dude you're dead because you don't listen to someone saying no no the math is this and the most brilliant adventure on Earth and you like can't figure that out c a a adds. But it really sounds stupid when you say it like that

Jason

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spiderfamilyvalues · 3 years

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Me:Huh, Endgame is on cable. I haven’t seen that since it came out, maybe i should watch it? Now that I see all the plot holes I should be ok

Me four hours later: [weeping] NONONO DAMN IT TONY NOOOOOOOOOOOOO NATASHAAAAAAAAAAAAS WHY DID I DO THIS TO MYSELLLLFFFFFFFFFFFF

#marvel #avengers #endgame #endgame spoilers #though seriously if it’s spoilers at THIS point then god damn #tony stark #iron man #black widow #natasha romanoff #crying #pain #i ran out of tissues #where can i buy tissues this late at night?#screw it get over here dog let me wipe my face on you

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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Can you write something about when Harry and Y/N broke up but fans speculate that they got back together and they did get back together. They broke over something stupid, please. You don’t have to do this exactly it can be something like that.

let’s see how this turns out! hope it’s what you wished for?!

The last few months had been rough.

What had started as rumours of a breakup between everyones favourite couple, you and Harry, had turned into an actual breakup.

It had started by Harry spending more time with Olivia, due to press for Don’t Worry Darling. They were always hanging out with each other, even when there was no publicity stunt telling them to. You found it appropriate at first, wanting the movie to gain some form of reputation, but after a while you believed it turned South. It was becoming a definite friendship and not just because they had to. It was the way that Harry would bring Olivia over for dinner without checking with you first, or taking the dog for a walk with her not you, or even staying longer out on stunts than they needed to just because they wanted to.

So you challenged Harry on it. Hell, even the tabloids were challenging you both - claiming Harry had split from you for Olivia. You made him question whether he thought his actions were irresponsible and appropriate or not, to which he thought there was nothing wrong and thought you were being irrational. You didn’t speak to him for the rest of the day, only to find him later on the phone speaking to Olivia about how crazy you’d been acting about it all. So you showed him crazy and walked out.

Until today.

For over a half a year your sister had her wedding planned and Harry was supposed to be your guest. You were nervous about turning up without him, because your family were very judgy. Your sister couldnt help being the smarter and the prettier one, but she also didn’t have to parade it around so everyone knew of it. Your mum and dad thought you a disappointment for the longest time, but once you’d gotten a job and had moved out they were a bit more loving over you. Still didn’t hide the fact they desperately hoped for you to have a relationship. It wasn’t that you were bringing Harry along to prove that someone loved you, but more to prove that they would never fully be satisfied whether you had a boyfriend or not. There would always be a podium stand slightly lower for you to stand on.

However, they didn’t know about the breakup.

“Y/N, nice to see you. Where’s Harry?” Another guest asked you, relatives of your mum. It was the same question over and over again, no one really caring about how you are but instead whether you’re in a positive relationship.

“Oh um I think he’s just running a bit late.” Was your chosen answer to respond to said question. It was repetitive, but it kept people off your back.

The wedding was completely beautiful. It was in a beautiful church and was decorated to perfection. The theme was white and royal blue, something your sister had always dreamed of. Children played amongst the pews and family relatives mumbled to each other about gossip. There was still a heavy sadness to the event. Maybe it was because your sister hadn’t asked you to be a bridesmaid - instead, choosing her best friends instead - or maybe it was because you missed Harry so much.

He’d fucked up. He really had, but it didn’t take away that burning passion for him that spread like a wildfire in your belly. You missed him. You still loved him. Worst of all, you had to pretend everything was all alright in front of your family when actually you were breaking apart inside.

Harry hadn’t messaged saying that he was or wasn’t coming, but after everything that had happened you were confident he was going to be a no show, and you would be the embarrassment of the family once again. Your relationship had been very private and exclusive, but Harry’s fans were so investigative you wouldn’t be surprised if they knew that you’d broken up and were aware that you were at a wedding today without him. Neither of you had made a public statement about your breakup, but neither of your wanted to damage each other even more. Fans suspected though and rumours travel fast.

“Y/N how are you doing? How’s Harry?” Another aunt came and asked you, this time with your mother in tow.

“Oh he’s great, yes.” You smiled forcefully, not actually having a clue how your ex-boyfriend was doing. You didn’t keep up with his social media because you were afraid of what you might find.

“Where is he? Is he here?” Your aunt asked.

“He’s late, apparently.” Your mother answered for you, sneeringly. “You’ll be made a fool of if he’s a no show Y/N.”

“I know.”

“I hope everything goes well for you both.” Your aunt kindly said, before waiting for your mum to say something nice too. That was a mistake though.

“Well it’s unlikely she’ll find someone again!” Your mother laughed and pulled your aunt away from you. You furrowed your eyebrows and let your heart sink low.

What were you thinking, letting Harry go like that? Your mum was right, you were never going to find anyone else again. You were so lucky with Harry. He was so kind and so patient with you, but obviously he’d run out of steam towards the end. It doesn’t surprise you. You’ve always been told you’re a mighty handful and you need a lot of work put into looking after you, so you understand why you were probably too much for Harry. The showbiz life had never really been something you’d completely submerged yourself into, whereas you guess for Olivia it was rooted in her from birth. She understood Harry’s world the same way he did hers. They would match perfectly for each other, if that’s what they wanted.

You watched the room continue as usual, but you couldn’t keep yourself here. There was too much sadness welling deep within you that you wanted to just run and then keep running. So you did, only to get as far as the bench in the front courtyard. The outside felt calmer and more freeing than inside, you sat and absorbed it for a while, not realising that you were crying until your pretty multicoloured dress had grown darker with a pool of your tears.

“Shit.” You tried rubbing the tears out, but only made you cry a little harder. You thought about your makeup running and tried to compose yourself, fanning your face to calm it down from the heat now.

“And here I was thinking weddings were supposed to be happy.”

You stopped fanning your face to look at him. You couldn’t believe he was standing there, dressed in a beautiful white suit and salmon pink shirt underneath to compliment the colours of your dress - the outfit that you’d helped him pick out over a year ago. He’d remembered. He trusted that you’d still be wearing this dress. He was a sight alright. A vision of beauty and love.

“Harry?” You questioned, wiping your under eyes to clear away any running mascara, not quite believing he was standing there.

“So what was it? Bad music playing? No vodka? Or maybe there’s nowhere for you to escape to go read the book I know you have stuffed away in your clutch bag.” He stood at a distance from you, hands in his trouser pockets, to make sure you were comfortable.

“I brought vodka instead of the book.” You chuckled, reaching into your clutch to prove it to him.

“Lucky for you, i’ve come to save the day.” Harry reached to the inside of his blazer pocket and pulled out a Kindle. You’d always been debating whether or not to buy one, because the feeling of having a book to turn its’ physical pages is a feeling second to none. “Take it, it’s yours.”

Harry handed it out to you and you stood up to reach for it hesitantly. Harry assured you that it was okay and that you’d been reading too many books if you thought it was a trap of some sort.

“Thank you, Harry.” You spoke sincerely. You stroked your thumb over the cover and turned the case lid over to start up the screen. The screen lit up and it was set to a picture of your favourite quote, annotated just as you would have in your own book. You chuckled and let a few tears drop from the kindness of all of this.

“And then…” Harry unlocked the Kindle with your birthday as the password, before clicking on the library so you could discover what was waiting for you on your virtual shelves. Harry had downloaded all your most favourite books, whilst also downloading the ones he knew had been on your to-be-read list. He’d even added a few of his favourite books too, just because you liked reading his recommendations.

You smiled, but felt so lost.

“W-why are you here, H?” You asked, closing the lid and bravely looking up into his enchanting eyes. You had to control yourself not to comment on how wondrous they looked.

“To save the day.” He chuckled in repeat, until he knew you weren’t taking that for an answer. “Because I fucked up. Big league time.”

“Yeah.” You whispered, looking down at your shoes to see that they weren’t that far apart at all. He was so close to you, yet he wasn’t yours to catch.

“And i’ll never forgive myself for letting you walk out of that door. The promotion shit with Olivia? Done. I’ve finished. I explained that the movie isn’t as important to me as you. You,” Harry paused to breathe out, and took the risk of guiding your jaw up to meet your gaze with his soft hand, “you are real Y/N. You’re so important and key to my life and it bloody terrified me, still does actually, to think that you make me feel this way. I want everything with you. Marriage, kids, a home. A life. I was so worried I would screw it all up, though, to the point where I did screw it all up. I lost you and so I lost me. It’s selfish of me to ask whether any part of your heart still wants me, but—”

“Yes.” You quickly interjected before he could say something he’d later regret. “There is, yes.”

“R-really?” He stumbled over his response, not expecting you to react so soon but his words had got to you. His feelings were vulnerable and raw and it reminded you of how much you love him and feel safe with him.

“Why? Would you like me to say different.” You teased.

“No,” Harry rushed, stepping closer towards you, “God now. Stay, please. Forever, if you’ll have me?”

“I can deal with forever.” You leaned up to where his lips were, craving the taste of them against yours so badly. “Can I?” You looked between his lips and his eyes, watching his eyes coo in admiration of you. His arms snaked around your neck and cupped the back of your head, resting his ringed fingers against your skin delicately.

“You don’t have to ask, angel.” And with that you didn’t hesitate to reclaim your clips on his. He tasted as sweet and as soft as you could remember. The hint of mint sweets he kept in his car could be tasted all over his mouth, and he could no doubt taste the vodka on yours. He took no time in rushing to have his tongue exploring your mouth once mouth, biting on your lip when he got the chance to. He wanted you to remember this moment and how much love he has for you, and always will. Just as you do for him.

Hesitantly pulling away you smiled at him cheekily, feeling so much lighter and happier to have him here. With you in his arms so expertly.

“What?” He asked, leaving a quick kiss to your nose, inhaling his scent as he did.

“Just can’t believe you’re here.” You stroked his cheek with your thumb, and he leaned into your touch so comfortably. He had missed you so damn much, and it showed.

“Let you down once before and I wasn’t going to do it again.”

“So you’d have shown up even if I hadn’t?”

“Not happily, but yes.” He laughed thinking about it.

“Why?” You laughed with him.

“I’ve got to make my impression on your family somehow. Need to remind some of them how amazing and beautiful their special Y/N L/N is.”

“Some are going to need a lot more persuading than others.” You sighed, side-frowning over your words.

“No offence, but anyone who doesn’t treat you as a fucking diamond doesn’t deserve you and should watch out for kick up their backside from me.” You laughed over his empty threat and buried your head against his chest, listening to the heartbeat and rumble of laughter that came from within. This moment alone felt like home. Safe and warm.

“I love you, H.”

“Bloody love you too.”

Harry ended up returning to the wedding with you, much to your mothers surprise, and you both enjoyed the celebrations together. You shut yourselves out from everybody and just danced, talked and drank the night away.

You were so in love.

Later, photos got leaked of the wedding and it showed you and Harry dancing away in one of the backgrounds of the photos. It was supposed to be a shot of just the bride and groom, but you two have managed to get caught in it. You looked so caught up in each other that you still weren’t even aware the photo had been taken. You and Harry had determinedly avoided the camera all night, exactly for this reason, but a part of you was kind of happy that this one photo got leaked, because it showed the world that Harry was yours and you were his. It showed that you were together, or back-together as addressed by some FBI fans, and that you were stronger for it.

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shyvioletcat · 3 years

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For zoom interrupted could we have one where aelin is attending a meeting and Rowan is supposed to take care of Elspeth and well hell ensures

Well, I don’t know where this came from. But it’s here and it’s fluffy, so enjoy.

Zoom Interrupted

~~~~~

It was Rowan’s turn for ‘keeping the toddler out of the study’ today. Aelin had a meeting and they weren’t as accepting of interruptions as his colleagues were. Dorian didn’t mind, neither did Aedion, but a lot of the others had sticks up their asses and didn’t understand kids at all. At least with Dorian as her directing manager, Aelin wasn’t going to cop any flack for it if something happened. He just listened to the complaints, reminded those complaining of the situations they were in, and left it at that.

The only problem was that Elspeth had woken up today feeling like Aelin was the only person that existed in the whole entire world. She wouldn’t have a bar of him. Rowan had tried everything –– snacks, her favourite toys, cuddles, video chatting the grandparents. Nothing worked. The best he could manage was cartoons and being regulated to the opposite of the couch after she had pulled just about every possession she had into the living room and left it there. Even then she was still restless and whiny, every so often she whimpered a little. It was enough to break his heart.

Rowan was checking his phone ignoring the annoyingly high voices on the TV, when there was a loud clatter making him snap his eyes away from the screen. The remote had landed on the floor, the batteries spilling out.

“Elsie,” Rowan said sternly.

It was a mistake. Her green eyes went wide and started to fill with tears. Rowan sighed, he knew what was coming so he slipped off the couch to deal with the remote before it did. He’d just got the batteries in and the back on when Elsie cracked it, crying like her world was ending when all he’d done was say her name in a slightly lower octave than he usually used. Kneeling on the ground Rowan looked over at his daughter, who was now lying down on the couch, her little face heartbreakingly sad.

“I’m sorry, little one,” Rowan said gently. “But you can't throw the remote, it will––”

She didn’t let him finish.

Rowan sighed again, knowing this was a losing fight. “Do you––” more crying, “I can get you a chocolate milk, how about that?”

That caught his daughter’s attention and her crying stopped as she nodded at him. Rowan smiled triumphantly and pushed himself off the floor to go to the kitchen. He got out Elsie’s favourite sippy cup and the milk and the chocolate powder. Spooning in just enough that the milk was convincingly brown, Rowan screwed on the lid and went back to the living room.

“Elsie, here’s your…” Rowan’s voice trailed off when he took in the oddly quiet couch.

Elspeth was gone.

~~~~~

Aelin loved babies. And she loved making babies. It was just the in between bits she wasn’t too fond of. If the vomiting and near constant nausea, along with the fatigue, wasn’t bad enough there was also the fact she was shut in their little house with nowhere to go. Aelin understood why she couldn’t go out, she really did. But being stuck inside with a toddler and her husband with no one else to see face to face was driving her a little stir crazy.

At least today she had something to break up the monotony of the days. She had a meeting for work, meaning that she had to at least look somewhat presentable, giving her something to do and a reason to wash her hair. The hard part had been convincing Elspeth to play with her father for a while. She’d been extra clingy today and Aelin had to literally pry off the little hand that held her shirt in a vice grip. Throughout the meeting she’d heard muffled sounds of tantrums and Rowan’s efforts to placate their daughter, all in all it didn’t sound like it was going great.

And neither was Aelin. She’d zoned out a little while ago while Kaltain droned on about something that wasn’t relevant to Aelin so she put all her attention to keeping her breakfast in her stomach.

Then there was a silence and Aelin hoped that the meeting was over but then her name was being said, and from the tone of it, it wasn’t the first time.

“Aelin,” Dorian said.

She took in a deep breath, not quite exhaling as she said, “Yep.”

“Have you finished that manuscript?”

“Not yet,” Aelin managed to get out, swallowing back the nausea. It usually took Aelin no more than three days to finish a manuscript with her notes for the publishers. But she was more than a week behind on this one. It wasn’t her fault, every time she tried to read she just fell asleep.

“It was meant to be finished last Friday. I don’t think you’ve ever been late before,” Dorian mused.

Aedion snorts from his little rectangle. “Being late is kind of Aelin’s thing at the moment.”

Aelin sends her cousin a scathing look while Dorian looks confused.

“Well that’s it for today,” Dorian said. “Same time next week.”

“Before you go,” Aelin adds quickly before the call ends. “I need a minute with you Dorian.”

“Okay, I’ll just disconnect everyone else.” It took Dorian a minute but then it was just the two of them. “What’s up?”

Just then the door to the study swung open and then a small figure launched itself at Aelin. She gagged on impact, but managed to keep from actually throwing up.

“Elsie!” Dorian cheered. “How’s my favourite little gremlin?”

Aelin saw her daughter give Dorian a look on the screen that looked all too much like Rowan as she clung tighter to Aelin.

“Aw, what’s the matter, petal? Do you want to see the puppies?” Dorian asked.

Elsie nodded at that, wiping her nose on Aelin’s shoulder. Dorian’s dog had had puppies a few weeks ago, Aelin was a little jealous and had cried over the photos more than once. Dorian apparently had one on his lap and he lifted it up so they could see. Aelin’s eyes started to tear up immediately and the fluffy little things. It was enough to get Elsie’s attention and she moved forward, nearly knocking over a drink bottle, making Aelin jump up to catch it before it did some damage.

“Aelin Galathynius-Whitethorn, is that what I think it is?”

Aelin looked at her own screen, at the view Dorian had. The shirt she had worn today hugged her very small baby bump, all the more noticeable from the sideways angle she was standing at. Aelin readjusted Elsie who was currently tucked under her arm, and sat back down. “Yeah so… I’m going to have to put in for leave. I’m pregnant.”

“Again?” Dorian all but blurted.

“Hey,” Aelin pointed a finger at him, feeling irrationally angry. “What do you mean again? It’s only the second one.”

“Sorry,” Dorian said meekly.

“Well, you say it like it’s my fourth or something.” For some reason this conversation was now making her cry. Damned hormones.

“Did you just make my pregnant wife cry?”

Rowan now came into the study, no doubt looking for his escaped charge. He was scowling at Dorian, green eyes staring him down through the camera.

Dorian cleared his throat. “If we weren’t in lockdown I might be afraid for my life right now.”

“Lockdown won’t last forever,” Rowan threatened. “And I never forget.”

“Unless it’s contraceptives,” Dorian muttered.

That set Aelin cackling, her erratic emotions coming full circle, especially when she saw the faint blush on Rowan’s cheeks. Elsie started laughing too, cheered up by being in her mother’s arms and the little puppy.

Dorian sighed. “I hate to lose my best proofreader, again,” he added with a wry smile. “But congratulations. To all of you.”

“Thanks, Dor,” Aelin said, giving Rowan a nudge.

“Thanks,” Rowan said tightly, making Aelin roll her eyes.

“Okay, I’m gonna go before Rowan finds a way to murder me through a screen, we can work out deatils later.” That was all Dorian said before he ended the call.

“You’re the worst,” Aelin said, looking up at her husband.

Rowan sighed, “Sorry, I’m just tired.”

“How convenient, me too,” Aelin said. “How about we take a family nap?”

Rowan grinned at her as he helped her up from the chair while Elsie still clung to her. “Sounds perfect.”

~~~~~

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latetaektalk · 3 years

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(he)art thief | jjk [i, preview]

“jungkook is charming, kind, smart, and funny. jungkook is the guy to fall in love with. he is perfect in every sense, except that he is also a member of a notorious heist group and only getting close to you to steal from you. but what does he do when he starts to fall for you? who does he choose? his brothers or you?

genre: heist! AU, thief! jungkook, art curator daughter! oc, ocean’s! AU, fluff, angst, sexual themes/implied smut (in later chapters)

pairing: jungkook x female reader

estimated word count: 35 to 40k

warnings: cursing/swearing, a bit of alcohol consumption

a/n: this is loosely based off the ocean’s film! to be added to the taglist, shoot me an ask/message! also, gureum is jungkook’s dog! and thank you to movie club for helping me come up with this amazing title!!

coming sunday, may 30th 2021

Jungkook avoids playgrounds.

Does so because when he was at the tender age of just seven, he fell off a swing. He ended up in the hospital (his first but not last visit); seven stitches, his mother told him, but he could swear it was a million.

Needless to say, Jungkook has been avoiding playgrounds like the plague ever since.

But here he is, in the middle of one, dog leash in his hand, and heart pounding in his chest so violently it might just explode.

A mob of boys runs past him, all of them no older than six—which means that, for the most part at least, they’re harmless—but still, Jungkook flinches. It’s embarrassing, even more so because Gureum turns and stares at him. If one of them should flinch, it should be Gureum, with him being a dog and Jungkook a full grown adult, but God, today is just not his day. He’s stressed! Out of it! Nervous! A wreck-

“Did you just flinch?”

Jungkook feels his heart drop. Fuck, he thought he walked out of sight!

“No, I didn’t, Tae,” he hisses, pressing the earpiece further into his ear.

“You flinched! We can still see you- ah, okay, not anymore. But we saw that-”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I definitely did not flinch-”

“Denying it is pointless. We all saw it. Back me up here, Jimin.”

“You definitely flinched.”

Jungkook stops dead in his tracks, is about to walk back to the car and tell them that they must be hallucinating because he definitely did not flinch when-

“Can you see her already, Kook?” Namjoon asks and for a moment, Jungkook forgot why he is here, you.

He looks around himself, and it doesn’t take him long to find you, sitting on a bench, under a big tree, soft shadows dancing on your skin.

“Yeah, I-I see her,” Jungkook says under his breath.

“Okay, good. I’m gonna need you to focus up then,” Namjoon continues, and Jungkook nods like Namjoon could see him.

“Yeah, if you screw this up, it’s your fault if we end up in jail-”

“Tae!” Namjoon warns, and judging from the ‘ow’ that follows, someone punched him. Jungkook’s guess is Jimin.

“What? I’m just saying-”

“I knew I shouldn’t have let you come,” Namjoon mumbles and runs a hand down his face. “Hey, Kook, don’t listen to Tae, yeah? He’s just messing with you.”

“Yeah… I know,” Jungkook mutters, and he means it. He really does know that Taehyung is messing with him, but there’s a part of him that takes it to heart, that is worried sick about how he’s going to fuck this up and be the reason for why they all end up in jail.

“Don’t worry, Kook,” Jimin cuts in, taking the phone from Namjoon. “We’ve got your back. All you have to do is repeat after me, say what I say. You’ve got this. Remember what I taught you?”

“Always smile and laugh and never talk about yourself. Keep the conversation about the other person because people love talking about themselves,” Jungkook repeats, and looks at you again, heart heavy in his chest.

He shouldn’t feel like this, wishes he wouldn’t. But he can’t help it. This isn’t how he imagined he’d meet you. Jungkook thought he’d meet you at some fancy event, sipping expensive champagne, or at some luxury clothing store maxing out your parents’ credit card—after all, your mother is a world famous art curator. But instead you spend your time at playgrounds, babysitting.

There’s actually no reason for Jungkook to be this nervous. Jimin did practise with him this exact scenario, but he can’t help but think that with a flute in his hands and some alcohol buzzing through his system, he’d feel more comfortable. But here he is, in the middle of a sea of children.

“Kook, do you copy?”

“What? Sorry, I wasn’t…” Jungkook pauses. He shouldn’t admit that he wasn’t listening.

“Get your head in the game, please,” Namjoon tells him over the earpiece.

“Sorry, you’re right. I’m here,” Jungkook says and starts to walk again even though he still feels fucking lost as a goddamn adult at a playground. Gureum follows him when he tugs on the dog leash.

“Okay, good. Just- just try your best,” Namjoon says, voice a bit muffled. “You’ve got this.”

Jungkook could swear that there’s a waiver to his words.

“Don’t worry. We’re here,” Taehyung tells him before Jungkook can think about it too much, distracting him from the quiver he heard.

He stops behind a tree, close enough for Gureum to spot you, but not close enough for you to spot them. His knees crack when he kneels down to stroke Gureum’s ear.

“Hey, Gureum? I’m gonna unleash you in a second and then I’m gonna need you to run towards,” Jungkook points as discreetly as possible to you, “her, yeah? Just like we practised? Remember? Remember how you ran towards Seok and Yoongi? Do it exactly like that again, okay? If you do, I’ll get you your favourite treat.”

Gureum doesn’t run away instantly when Jungkook unclips him because he’s trained, but when he points at you and whistles, he’s gone.

You react surprisingly calm to a dog barreling towards you, barely flinching. You lean down and greet Gureum.

“Approaching target now,” Jungkook mumbles quietly and can only faintly register how Namjoon tells Taehyung to be quiet from now on, all of his attention on the mission now.

With the leash in his hand, Jungkook jogs towards you, heaving extra hard to sell the act of a dog-owner-who-has-been-chasing-his-dog-for-the-last-ten-minutes to you.

You look up to him when he stops in front of you, eyeing him. Jungkook stands there, bend over, his hands on his knees, breathing like he’s struggling to catch his breath.

“Uh…. hi,” you start, brows pinched together.

Jungkook puts on his most charming smile, ignoring his thumping heart to the best of his abilities.

“Hi.”

“Oh, we’re starting- okay, showtime: I’m sorry, are you okay? My dog- he just ran and I couldn’t stop him. I’m so sorry,” Jimin says in his ear.

“I-I’m so sorry.” There’s a quiver to Jungkook’s voice, and it isn’t on purpose. “Are you okay? He just ran and I-”

“It’s fine,” you tell him with a small smile, still petting Gureum who has clearly taken a liking to you. During practise with Seokjin and Yoongi, Gureum always ran back to Jungkook, but now he’s staying at your feet, relishing in your pets. “Is that your dog?”

“Yes, yes, it is. I’m so sorry. I just unleashed him for a second, but then he ran away and I couldn’t catch up with him. Are you okay?”

“Yes, and I’m so sorry. I just unleashed him for a moment, thinking it was okay, but-”

“Can you prove it?” you interrupt and Jungkook pauses. “I mean that it’s your dog. It’s just that he isn’t really reacting to you, you know?”

Jimin’s response comes a bit late. “Oh, yes, I can. His name’s Gureum and he is- what’s the breed of your dog again? I don’t remember. If you look at his collar, you’ll see I’m telling the truth.”

“Oh, yeah, I can,” Jungkook smiles, wiping the non existent sweat from his temple. “His name’s Gureum and he’s a white Maltese dog. If you look at his collar, you’ll see that I’m not lying.”

You actually look at the collar and part of Jungkook is offended that you don’t just believe him. Does he look like a liar to you? “Actually, I have pictures too-”

“No, no, it’s fine. I believe you,” you say before gesturing for Gureum to go back to Jungkook. He does, but somewhat reluctantly and Jungkook doesn’t know how to interpret this.

“Ask her if she’s okay again.”

“Are you really okay?” Jungkook says and offers you a smile the way Jimin taught him to. “I really am sorry about-”

“It’s fine,” you tell him and wave him off. “Nothing happened. Don’t worry about it. Just leash your dog.”

And then, you turn away from him. Jungkook stands there awkwardly for another moment before kneeling down to Gureum, absentmindedly petting him, mind filled with questions because what now? How does he communicate to the others that you turned away from him? That the conversation has ended and he has no idea how to start it again?

“What’s going on Kook? Is she smiling-”

“Ah, Gureum, no,” Jungkook cuts in. “Don’t turn away- I can’t leash you if you do that. Don’t turn away.”

“Oh, shit, she turned away, huh?”

“What now, Jimin?”

“Shush, Joon. Let me think, yeah?”

Jungkook fiddles with the leash like he has a problem clipping it, hoping that maybe you’re going to offer him your help. You don’t. And why would you? He’s an adult after all.

Before Jimin can come up with anything though, the solution to the problem presents itself. It comes in the form of a girl running and tripping right next to Jungkook and him catching her just in time before she can faceplant in the dirt and scrape her knees open.

“Oh, hey, careful here!” Jungkook brings the girl back up on her two feet. She stares at him with big eyes, and he recognises her from the pictures. It’s Siyeon, the seven year old girl you babysit regularly, the reason why you’re spending your afternoon at a playground today. ”You okay?”

“Kook, what’s happening right now?” Namjoon asks.

Siyeon looks at you, and you’re already kneeling beside her, fixing her hair.

“Siyeon, I told you not to run. See, you almost fell now!” You say it the same way a mother would, less strict though. “If he hadn’t caught you, you would have hurt yourself, wouldn’t you have? Now, what do you say?”

“T-thank you,” Siyeon mumbles, and Jungkook isn’t sure if she’s staring at her hands because she’s embarrassed or just about to cry.

“Who’s that? Who are you talking to? Who’s he talking to?”

“Was that a kid?”

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks Siyeon, ignoring Namjoon and Taehyung to the best of his abilities.

“Y-yes, thank you.” She won’t look at him.

Jungkook smiles. “Well, I’m happy that you didn’t get hurt there.”

“Kook, answer please. Do you need help?”

“Should we interfere?”

Jungkook’s about to snap. Does it seriously sound like he needs help? He’s talking to a seven year old, for fuck’s sake! Sure, he didn’t practise this scenario, but God, he was capable of improvising!

“Thank you. She’s really clumsy,” you say to Jungkook.

“Ah, don’t worry about it. I’m like that too. After all, I let,” he looks down at Gureum and finishes his sentence by gesturing to him and then you. You laugh.

And that’s when Siyeon seems to notice Gureum for the first time, eyes growing big at his sight like she has never seen a dog before. A chance.

“His name’s Gureum. You wanna-”

“Do you think we should go over there? See if he’s okay?”

And with that, Jungkook snaps. Yoongi is going to give him an earful for destroying his oh so precious equipment, but he can’t do this any longer with Jimin, Namjoon and Taehyung in his ear. So in one smooth movement, Jungkook digs out the earpiece and crushes it between his fingers, hiding it in his hand.

“Sorry, a fly, I think,” Jungkook says, swatting at his ear, and before you can think about it, he moves on. “Do you wanna pet Gureum, S- Is it okay if I call you Siyeon?”

Siyeon stares at Jungkook like he can’t believe he just asked her that. It’s probably the first time an adult has asked her for permission to call her by her name, and she seems to appreciate it immensely because she beams at him and gives him a huge nod.

“Okay, Siyeon, do you maybe wanna pet Gureum? He doesn’t bite, I promise.” Jungkook can feel your eyes on him. He’s doing it, charming you!

Siyeon turns to you.

“Can I-?”

You hum. “If Gureum is okay with it-”

Siyeon kneels down. “Hello, Mr Gureum. Sir, can I please pet you?”

Jungkook melts, and so do you.

Receiving no response from Gureum, Siyeon looks back up to you. Jungkook quickly takes his paw and waves. “Hello, Mrs Siyeon, if you promise not to hurt me, you can pet me. I like it especially if humans pet me at the back of my head. Just, please, be nice to me.”

In all of the years he has had Gureum, Jungkook has never tried to imagine what his voice would sound like, but he knows for a fact that he doesn’t sound like a chain smoker. It’s a questionable choice, but he doesn’t regret it. Because not only does it make Siyeon laugh, it also elicits a chuckle from you.

You look at him with a grin. “I don’t think I’ve introduced myself yet, have I?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Jungkook says, and you two rise to your feet when Siyeon starts to pet Gureum and he doesn’t bite her.

“Well,” you stretch out your hand, “I’m Y/N.”

Jungkook swallows the ‘I know’ that wants to slip him and takes your hand. He has to stop himself from bursting with pride, only allowing his smile to grow into a blinding grin.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he says, and he means it. It’s really nice to meet you. “I’m Jungkook.”

coming sunday, may 30th 2021

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