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manias-wordcount · 7 months

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Four's a Party (Chrollo Lucilfer, Hisoka Morow, Illumi Zoldyck)

Kinktober 2023 Day Ten: Foursome

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

They’re not the most dynamic trio.

Oh sure. They’re all very powerful. You wouldn’t want to know that Illumi Zoldyck had your name and place of residency memorized for any other reason besides the fact that you gave it to him. You wouldn’t want to be caught dead with something- anything that Chrollo might want for himself. And to be the object of Hisoka’s attention- even for a moment- is like placing your hand into Death’s all by your own free will. Together, they’re even more deadly. Even more of something to be afraid of.

But you also wouldn’t have called them the best of friends. People who would go out of their way to check in on each other. To do something fun together. That wasn’t them. In fact, you always saw them for what was beneath their surfaces. The sizing of each other up. The cockiness and arrogance with each word spoken to each other. The quiet rivalry that existed no what day or time or year or place. And so it doesn’t surprise that when they come together, that tension still sits in whatever room they’re in. Getting thicker and thicker and thicker. Making it hard for people like you to breathe. But what does surprise you is that sometimes, the tension is no longer quiet. The tension can become more than just “jokingly” throwing a pin needle in the direction of someone’s eye with the excuse of “I knew you would dodge it.” And sometimes, the tension can involve you.

Or rather, it can involve three pairs of hands running all over you as they urge you to say one name louder than the rest. His name.

Whoever that may be in the moment. Though rarely a moment goes by when you’re around, and all three of them aren’t vying for your attention. Some moments it’s more subtle. Like touches to your shoulder and hands around your waist. Sometimes it’s more bold. Like requests for kisses and flowers when you least expect them. And sometimes? And sometimes it’s dirty, filthy, and sinful.

Sometimes it’s spending the night on the floor of a fancy hotel. Sucking off one man while another laps at your cunt like a starving, dying man- hoping that the one person with their cock stuffed inside your ass isn’t the one who’s making you cry out and squirm so sweetly like that.

“Deeper, sweetheart.” Chrollo hums from above you, a little to your side. Through fluttering lashes and eyes starting to tear up, you can see the almost warm smile he gives you. Just you. And it’s the slightest bit comforting- just like the way he cups your jaw with one hand and holds your hair back with the other as you do your best to swallow as much of his dick as your throat lets you. But he’s hard and he’s thick and he's long and there’s so much happening to you right now that it makes it hard for you to do just about anything right. But Chrollo is kind to you. Chrollo is gentle with you. Sweet on you. So he’ll opt for saying a few encouraging words and shoving it in deeper himself. While you’re in between breaths of course. “...that’s it, there you go.”

You start choking almost instantly, as Chrollo manages to slide a little deeper inside your warm, wet throat. For a second, you’re struggling to breathe. Forced to do nothing but let him stroke your cheek as you try to regain what you lost. It’s a hard couple of seconds. One that makes the threes fall a little faster, and your heart beat a little quicker than it had been before. But eventually, you balance out. You get your stability. You relearn how to breathe with a cock stuffed in your mouth. You find that all is well.

But only then, does Hisoka’s lips decide to reacquaint themselves with your clit again.

“Mmm…” You’re forced to moan against Chrollo’s dick at the sensation, but he’s gracious enough to let you pull off of him after a couple of seconds to enjoy what’s being given to you. And so, the leader of the Phantom Troupe’s cock falls from your mouth with a lewd, lewd pop and your voice is free to sing as loudly to the hotel room walls as Hisoka can make you. “...Wait, wait, wait-”

But he doesn’t wait. The clown you’re oh-so deeply terrified of doesn’t wait for you to catch your breath or regain your bearings. Instead, he just lets his eyes flicker up from between your parted legs to you and a smirk plays at his lips before his head goes back to burying itself in between your thighs. And there you are- stuck watching and whimpering and withering as a long, skillful tongue flicks itself against your clit and circles it was a little too much skill to be natural. Up and down. Side to side. In circles. Creating shapes.

He does all that despite your cries. He does all that despite your pleas. And you’re nice and good and messy and creamy for him once more, he decides it’s time to go back to licking down the expanse of your slit. Tasting just about everything you have to offer in this moment again and again and again and again. And when that isn’t enough for him? He starts grabbing at your thighs- lifting you up further and further and spreading your legs wider and wider as his nails press into your skin and his tongue slips between your lower lips. Wandering and swimming and exploring your insides. Like they were his all along.

But the second he moved your body, somebody else rejoined the fight. Someone who isn’t so keen on being ignored or not in control of the situation. Especially when it has to do with a certain murderous, sociopathic, literal clown who’s currently busying himself with poor, spent little cunny right now.

“Don’t hog.”

That’s all you’re able to hear Illumi say before he starts to move you himself. Immediately, you’re gasping out as the man lying beneath you lifts his legs up to prop yours up even further. Hisoka easily is able to follow your body’s movements and doesn’t even stop eating you out for a moment. Chrollo doesn’t fail to take advantage of this opportunity either. With this angle, you’re up a little higher. And with a hand on your cheek once more, he’s turning your head and slipping his cock down your throat. A little easier than before. But it’s not the sudden intrusion of a dick brushing against the back of your throat that gets you to cry out and moan this time. Nor is it the feeling of Hisoka tongue-fucking you in that way you know only he is capable of.

No, no, no instead it’s the feeling of Illlumi's own cock. Going a little further up your tiny little puckered hole. Spread you out nice and wide like you never imagined you’d get spread out before.

And you absolutely loved it.

“Don’t get jealous. You don’t move your hips enough to upset with me.” Hisoka remarks back, taking his face away from your pussy just long enough to shoot some harsh words back at the assassin. But all too soon, he’s back to paying attention to your body- blowing against your clit and kissing it softly. Almost as if apologizing for losing focus on you. “Who do you think got her wet for you to enjoy this, hmmm?”

At Hisoka’s blow, Illumi starts to sit up- forcing his cock a bit deeper inside of you a little too suddenly. Once again, you pull your mouth off of Chrollo’s cock in favor of letting out a loud, loud gasp that falls into a nice and needly little moan real quickly. Your hand comes up and settles over your lower stomach. Almost as if that would ease the intense feelings being delivered onto you in this moment. Very subtly, Illumi is starting to rock his hips beneath you. Pressing just barely further before pulling out a little. You moan again at that feeling as Illumi’s own hands come up to put themselves against your stomach and press down. But before you can let out another pleasure-filled sound, Chrollo is grabbing your face and leading it towards him for the umpteenth time tonight. And you don’t even have to wait to be told to open your mouth and stick out your tongue for him.

You just do.

And Chrollo makes quick work of your throat. Using and using and using it to his heart’s contents. Just like how Hisoka makes quick work of your pussy- lapping and licking and sucking and slurping it up as your juices spill over and your nectar runs free. Just like how Illumi rolls his hips into yours. Soaking up your gasps and letting out his own groans and grunts about just how tight and perfect you are. And so the three of them work in unison. They move in tandem- taking their own turns distracting you. Producing your moans and your pleasure and the warm, growing feeling in the pit of your stomach that’s starting to get more and more unbearable with time.

Some more words are exchanged. Some more threats are said. A few more glares. A few more changes in the aura. And sometimes translates into someone snapping their hips into yours. Sometimes that translates into someone sucking your clit a little too hard. Or making you swallow so much dick that you’re stuck drooling all over yourself as your hands tighten into fists and all you can do is struggle to breathe. All so that way they can stop. Let you rest. Let you breathe. Let you exist. And then put you back into the same place while the three of them change positions.

Enjoying different parts of you that they didn’t get to explore before.

Though in the end, you still don’t think they’re the most dynamic trio. They’re powerful people. Powerful on their own. Powerful in their own right. But in a way, they feel far too different. Far from friends. But exactly like people with a shared goal. A shared vision. A shared toy, even. So, it’s true. Sometimes, they mesh together very well. A little too well. Without even trying. Without even wanting it too bad. Sometimes, they mesh together very, very, very well. At least, you know they do sometimes. You know they do.

Especially when it comes to you.

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mikecrewsteacup · 3 months

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bibluebutterfly · 2 years

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Random Canon Facts About Ozzie I Just Learned.

Welp. Helluva Boss has officially consumed me. I just went through over an hour of James Monroe Igerhart's Helluva interview from last year (specifically December 4, 2021. Here's the link if you want to check it out yourself- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OKDgPSuxgy4), and here's what I learned:

Ozzie likes bright, sweet drinks.

Ozzie's motivational quotes, if asked to give one, would be "get as much of it as you possibly can". (unsurprisingly)

If Ozzie had to say something comforting to Fizz, it would be "Don't worry, everything will be okay." Sexual context or sweet, who knows.

Ozzie hates Valentines day. He thinks it's a sham.

Ozzie and Fizz are very very close and are very good "friends" (At least that's what JMI says. But he does so in a way that makes you go 🤔, as if there's more to it. He can't say too much on the aspect of their relationship because spoilers lol)

Ozzie somewhat pities Blitø because he knows he has the capability to be awesome but he gets in his own way. At the same time though, he mostly doesn't care about Blitø as long as he stays out of his way.

OZZIE KNOWS THAT FIZZ IS AN IMP, which I think we all kind of knew, but it still feels like such an important thing to be confirmed.

Ozzie's main opinions on Imps are that some are cool, others -like Blitø- are just a$$holes. Most of the time, he loves Imps. They come to his club, they pay him money, they keep him in business. "Blito just gets on (his) d*mn nerves" (25:57).

OZZIE SAYS PANSEXUAL RIGHTS LETS GOOOOOOOO. (He himself is down with and for anything. But again, we all already knew that ;))

Ozzie CAN BE romantic.

Ozzie has a collection of heels. I love that so much XD.

Ozzie will dress however he feels. Some nights he may get into some leather pants, other nights he may step into a dress and he'll absolutely rock both looks. It all depends on what he's in the mood for.

Gender fluid Ozzie confirmed?? (JMI basically said that Ozzie will be whatever his partner/ the situation calls for at the time)

Ozzie's relationship with the other Deadly Sins and Lucifer is basically a mutual "stay out of my way, and we're cool" kind of thing. Like they can all pay a visit to each others rings as long as they don't stir up sh*t.

Ozzie MAY give someone flowers just because they like it, and he does give his employees praise when they deserve it. That's a good boss right there.

Would he be a good lover? Without a doubt. Would he be a good boyfriend? Who knows. It's debatable.

Is Ozzie some type of bird demon? JMI does not think so, it's more that he likes bright and feathery things. (I won't count this as a fact since JMI confirmed nothing, and at this point only Viv herself knows what kind of demon he is.)

Although one of Ozzie's side heads is a bull.

Ozzie is fine with all music as long as it turns them on. (Which makes sense. As sweet as Moxie's song was, nobody's going to get all hot and bothered listening to that.)

In conclusion, JMI is awesome and Ozzie is literally one of my favorite characters and I can't wait to see him more in season two :D.

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explicit-tae · 1 year

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Lust

Lust; an extremely strong sexual desire for someone. Upper Level demon Jimin - known as the deadly sin of Lust - is on a mission to drag a certain promiscuous woman down to hell with him.

Envy - Wrath & Greed - Pride & Gluttony - Sloth

Warning: smut, demon jimin, affair au, oral sex (m & f receiving) fingering,

Word count: 1,422

Alternate Universe

"Your majesty."

You nod your head to the servant woman, gifting her a small smile in return. Your heels clicked as your strolled down the marble hallway. It echoed along the tall ceilings inside the castle. Your eyes stared straight ahead instead of peering out the enormous windows - having no need to see what you did day by day.

As a child, you'd visit the castle grounds and marvel at the beauty of it all - the enormously tall pillars with high windows and tall privacy gates. Knights and guards stood outside the doors to offer the protection the royal family needed.

Every night you’d wish upon a star and prayed into a higher power in hopes you’d be able to live inside the castle - and whoever you wished and prayed upon listened.

However, you are no longer a child - but a Queen - and these very halls you walk upon grow lonely and quiet when you are left to your own thoughts.

Your husband, the Prince you loved and adored, now the King, was far too busy to entertain you. You as the Queen could no longer go around without mountains of guards. You are expected to stay within the castle and wait for the King - no matter how restless you were left.

You adored the King as much as he adored you. He showered you in riches and jewels whenever he had the free time to. Every morning one of the servants would hand pick your favorite flowers from the garden - by the King’s request.

Still, the flowers given to you by a mere servant doesn’t make your heart swell like it once did, especially when it’s not from the one you’d want it to be from. Before the two of you ruled the Kingdom as respected King & Queen - you were once the fiancé of the Prince. The flowers were once picked personally by him and delivered each morning at your home and later in the evening the both of you would have dinner once he was done with his duties.

Your hand places itself on the large handle and push it open gently. Hurriedly, you make yourself into the room and close the door behind yourself.

“You’re here.” You breathed out, a small grin forming on your lips.

‘Of course I am.” The man chuckles, shaking his head.

You lick your lips. Your legs begin to feel like jelly - you ‘re always nervous around him.

You met Jimin months ago, but it appears as if each time you sneak away to see him, it was like the first time.

“I missed you.” Your cheeks feel hot and your heart is beating fast. It feels foolish to admit such words to him - but you couldn’t stop yourself. Whenever you were around the man, your mind was clouded and all you could do was be consumed by him entirely.

“You missed me?” Jimin takes a step forward, yet he’s directly in front of you, almond eyes shining down onto you. “Missed what I do for you?”

Jimin’s hands touches your cheek. His hand is warm, you note, but they always were. The first time he touched you, you’d flinched beneath him. His touched linger into your skin hours after his departure.

“I want you naked.”

And it didn’t take you long to do so. All morals left your mind when you and Jimin were together as one. It was difficult to resist him and not become submissive. You knew deep in your heart that this was wrong - everything about it was. You were a married woman - a Queen at that! Your husband didn’t deserve this from you. He adored you just as much as he adored the land he ruled. He was a great man - but you could never say no to the man that was Jimin.

There was something about Jimin that was intoxicating. Your mind screamed at you that you were wrong,however, your body wouldn’t stop yourself from allowing his plump lips to skim across your skin.

Your mind couldn’t think back far enough to recall when Jimin entered your life. You were once considered as a woman of chastity - but lust has suddenly overcame you embodied in a breathtaking man.

You were brought to your knees harshly by Jimin, dark eyes glaring into your own. You understood what the man desire - it was an act you’ve never done for your husband. When Jimin first brought the idea of you pleasuring him with your mouth, you were distraught. But, when your eyes caught sight of the length bare - so handsomely pink and veiny, your mouth watered. Now you easily get on your knees to devour his cock whole.

Your throat burns when Jimin jerks his cock into your throat, but you’re only hungry for more. You’re naked and your knees are cold on the marble floor - but your needs come second to Jimin’s. Anyone walking by could hear you gagging upon him, yet no one comes this far into the royal chambers besides your husband - who’s far too occupied as a King.

Jimin smirks at the disgusting sight of you gagging around him. Tears are in your eyes and you attempt your hardest to blink them away. Saliva pours down your lips but yet, your legs clenched harder to gain friction. He’s trained you for months now - tainted you from the wholesome girl you were to a sinner. Adultery was one of the highest form of sin and the Angel of Chastity could no longer save you from your rightful home - Hell.

You cough profusely when Jimin cums deep inside of you, so much that you were sure you’d choke if it wasn’t for Jimin pulling out of you. A string of semen mixed with saliva is connecting your lips to the tip of his cock. Jimin hums, taking his cock and smearing it across your cheeks. “Such a whore.” He tuts. “What would your husband think?”

You nearly forgot of your husband.

“Tell me, does he make you wet like I do?” Jimin asks. He takes a fist full of your hair and yanks you up.

“N-No.” you yelp.

“No wonder. The Queen has it all yet…” Jimin shoves you backwards. You’re stumbling until you fall onto the bed, cold silk sheets causing goosebumps to rise upon your skin. “…cannot be satisfied by her King.” Jimin shakes his head with a boisterous chuckle.

Jimin releases your hair and pries your legs open. A beautiful sight - slick glistening down your legs with his favorite musky scent indicating that you were ovulating. Jimin shivers, shaking his head. “I just have to have a taste.” He murmurs, and within seconds his tongue - long and split into two at the tip - is devouring your clit.,

Your body trembles and your back is arching. This wasn’t Jimin’s first time pleasuring you in such a filthy way, yet you could never grow accustomed to the pleasure it gave you.

Jimin’s head rattles back and forth, his tongue viciously assaulting your clit. He enters two fingers inside of you - you’re tight each time he does, but this was just a warm up from what’s to come. His fingers pump and curl inside of you, your legs shake and Jimin does nothing but pump faster when you attempt to close them.

Your breathing quickens when you feel the familiar pressure bubbling in your stomach. A feeling you always felt with Jimin, and never with your husband. You couldn’t recall how many times Jimin would force this out of you in one sitting - but you would never complain.

Jimin’s eyes flickers from those you know - soft and brown - to the one’s you’d never seen - slit and ominous. They dart to the large door of the royalty bedroom as it creeks open - you’re seconds away from your high and an audience never frightens him.

Your hands clench the silk sheets tightly as you feel yourself ready to cum. You’re unaware just how loud you’re breathing until Jimin’s pumps halt - right when you release all over his lips.

“Y/N.”

You jerk, eyes snapping open. Your eyes adjust to find the familiar voice. You gasp, color draining from your face entirely. “I-I…” you shake your head when your eyes focus on the shocked face of your husband - The King, dressed in royal attire - who shares the same facial reaction.

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amberskywrites · 8 months

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Eternal

Chapter 21 - And They're Off

Chapter 1 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 22 || Masterpost | AO3 Link | FF.net Link

Fandom / Genre: Nanatsu no Taizai (Seven Deadly Sins) / Canon-Divergent and Hurt/Comfort

Pairings: Meliodas/Elizabeth, Zeldris/Gelda, Meliodas & Zeldris & Elizabeth & Gelda

Overall Story Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, Canon-typical violence, Canonical character death, Canon temporary character death, Cursed characters, Lmk if I need to add anything else!

Chapter Warnings: None, lmk if there’s anything I need to add!

Story Summary:

Eternal…

life.

reincarnation.

silence.

and chains.

For 3,000 long and painful years, these four have been doing all they can to lift their curses. They have failed, again and again and again. With only a sliver of hope left, they try once more.

Or, what if Zeldris accepted Meliodas’ offer to go with him 3,000 years ago?

The clearing was quiet, barren, and utterly too normal for any of their likings. It was impossible to feel even a hint of magic emanating from the space that was supposedly the entrance to the Necropolis.

“Well then!” Meliodas said, turning to face the group at large. Everyone was gathered in a semi-circle, minus the two kids who’d given them the instructions, still standing and just watching from the edge of the clearing. “Does anyone have someone in mind to think about?”

Zeldris swept his gaze over everyone else when no one said a word. He wouldn’t bother. There wasn’t anyone he could imagine fondly that would be in the Necropolis, knowing the few people he’d cared most for in his life were either around him now or simply just not quite dead. There wouldn’t be a point in trying to remember anyone.

Finally, Elizabeth piped up about trying to remember her mother. Meliodas’ expression tightened minutely, but to Zeldris’ relief, he relaxed once Hawk asked if she even had memories of her mother and she deflated, her hopeful expression shuttering away as she shook her head. While Zeldris felt a twinge of guilt at the face she made, he’d be a liar if he said he was disappointed she remembered nothing or relieved when Diane chimed in about someone she used to know, but she didn’t elaborate. She, Elizabeth, Hawk, and Meliodas then devolved into a debate about ghosts and whether or not accessing the Necropolis would lead to them having to interact with ghosts. Zeldris started tuning them out.

A glance at Gelda showed she was observing the others as well, though her eyes were trained on King and Ban, a tilt to her head. Zeldris, too, turned his attention to the two Sins and noted that neither seemed to be paying any attention to anyone.

King seemed more aware than Ban, his brows creasing as he stared toward the ground. Probably trying to open the Necropolis, then, but apparently not succeeding. It took Zeldris a few moments of pondering that he probably shouldn’t have needed to think of who the fairy might possibly be trying to remember. Consequently, the realization is what brought his attention to focus on Ban.

Ban had a rather blank look on his face. Zeldris’ chest tightened, his hearts suddenly feeling like they were starting to be squeezed.

The Sin of Greed was lost in his thoughts, his memories. Zeldris had no doubt what he could be thinking of, what he was reliving. He’d seen Meliodas in the exact same place too many times to count, too many times too many.

He was hit, suddenly, with the realization that seeing anyone wear that blank stare hurt.

Zeldris hadn’t noticed anything changing until the conversation between the others died out. Filling the silence was the wind, picking up speed and swirling flowers that weren’t there moments ago into the air.

It took a moment for anyone to react, too stunned at the sudden sight of a meadow of pink flowers to say anything. But then Diane exclaimed and Ban startled, blinking and finally looking around and clearly still not entirely back with them, still very much there, and the new meadow was filled with noise once more.

“Good luck finding them!” One of the kids chirped above the rising wind.

“And thanks for the food, mister!” Said the other with a wide grin, and then they were gone, obscured by the whirlwind of flowers surrounding the group.

Zeldris barely had time to process as from one moment to the next his vision was obscured by flowers to instead being obscured by bright reflective light.

Meliodas squinted once the world finally stopped spinning, the light reflected from the crystals surrounding them far too bright after suddenly seeing only darkness. He heard a hiss not far off and assumed it was Zeldris. Gelda he knew was okay from the shade that enveloped him a moment later, the vampire managing to get her bearings quicker than the rest of her family. He’d have to thank her later.

Blinking the spots away more easily now, Meliodas was able to take stock of everything and everyone.

They were in a land of smooth green and blue stone, around them the walls to a maze of crystals standing tall, but not tall enough to be considered an issue. Most were at Ban’s height, and with Diane, they’d really have no problems.

The others were recovering from the sudden environment change too, it seemed, scrubbing at their eyes or squinting around in hopes of adjusting their eyes to the light. He didn’t have to wait long before an excited gasp escaped Elizabeth as she looked around, and Hawk whistled lowly. Diane had a grin forming on her face, and it was practically infectious until she glanced down and noticed the three shrouded in darkness.

“Hey! No fair, Gelda! You didn’t shield any of the rest of us from the light!” She exclaimed, hands on her hips as Gelda dismissed the shadowy shield.

Gelda smiled apologetically at the giant. Sorry, she signed, They were closest and it was instinct. Diane huffed, practically pouting, and Meliodas couldn’t help the chuckle. Gelda glanced at him and shared the same amused smile before looking back up at Diane. Next time you’ll be the first I shield. Deal?

Diane made a decent effort to remain annoyed but caved quickly enough in the face of Gelda’s offer. “Deal!”

“Well, now we’re in the Necropolis,” Meliodas said, everyone’s attention flicking to him. “We should get a start on seeing if one of the others-” Meliodas startled when Ban jumped into motion, dashing off after some lights. Barely a second later King was flying after him, neither paying a glance to anyone else.

“What… just happened?” Hawk asked, staring after the two Sins long gone.

Zeldris sighed, and when Meliodas looked at his younger brother, he was met with a familiar tired and saddened look directed down the path Ban and King had run. Normally, said look was directed at him, and Meliodas hummed uncertainly to Hawk’s question as he tried to decipher the look.

He couldn’t help gaping at his own stupidity when it hit him why those two would chase after a spirit here. He closed his mouth with a click and shook his head. Unpack that later. For now…

“They’ll be alright,” he said, offering his most encouraging smile. A second later, Zeldris and Gelda were nodding.

“We’ll find them before we leave, or we’ll see them after we leave back in the meadow. We have a limited amount of time in here, after all,” Zeldris added.

“Right!” Meliodas clapped his hands together. “For now, we should be enough to try finding if any of us are here. Ban and King’ll be on the lookout too, I’m sure, so how about we head this way?” He gestured in the opposite direction that the two had run. If they had chased after who he thinks they did, the two Sins didn’t need the rest of them intruding on that conversation.

And so the group of six headed off.

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Demon Slayer: Next Generation

In an alternate universe, where Muzan escaped before sunlight hit, some Hashira survived but ehere incapable of fighting, leading to themselves becoming trainers, while the young demon slayers became the new generation of Hashira.

But this story begins when another generation of Hashira is on the rise.

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| | CAST | |

“Muzan Kibutsuji! No matter where you go, you're not getting away! I'll follow you to the ends of Hell, and I swear I'll slice your head with my blade! I'll never forgive you no matter what!”

- Kamado Tanjirou, Sun Hashira.

“Thank you, rest well.”

- Kamado Nezuko.

“Hiding won't make the sadness go away.”

- Agatsuma Zenitsu, Thunder Hashira.

“We’re comrades…And like brothers. So if someone starts to stray from the path, we all stop him. No matter how hard or painful it is, we walk the right path.”

- Hashibira Inosuke, Beast Hashira.

“Somehow I feel the people I care for and those important to me will still be alive tomorrow. But that's just my hope and there's no way I can promise that with any certainty. Why do people... believe such things?”

- Tsuyuri Kanao, Flower Hashira.

“Don't you dare. You never looked at me twice before I was like this, before I was broken. Now I'm just something for you to fix.”

- Shinazugawa Genya, Half-Demon Hashira.

“Compared to you guys, I'm not so important, so thanks aren't necessary. I survived selection due to pure luck. Since then I've been afraid to fight, so I'm a coward.”

- Kanzaki Aoi, Butterfly Mansions Main Nurse.

“We've been together since final selection,”

- Ikoma Murata, Water Hashira.

“Feel the rage, the powerful, pure rage of not being able to forgive will become your unswerving drive to take action.”

- Tomioka Giyuu, Former Water Hashira.

“Listen Up. I Am A God.”

- Uzui Tengen, Former Sound Hashira.

“If I may, Master...”

- Shinazugawa Sanemi, Former Wind Hashira.

“Death Awaits you. Muzan Kibutsuji.”

- Ubuyashiki Kiriya, Oyakata-Sama, Demon Slayer Corps Leader.

“The brighter the light, the deeper the shadow”

- Hoshizura Ankoku, Breath of Shadow.

“The seven virtues, chastity, temperance, charity, diligence, kindness, patience, and humility. I will free you of your sins, embrace the light.”

- Hikari Misato, Breath Of Virtues.

“The seven virtues my ass, more like the seven sins, Wrath, Greed, Sloth, Pride, Lust, Envy, and Gluttony. Suck it. Bitch.”

- Kage Inei, Breath of Sin.

“Beware the sweet melodies of the sirens; their beauty conceals their deadly nature.”

- Umihama Kei, Breath of Siren.

“Keep your face to the sun and you will never see the shadows that lie behind you.”

- Taiyo Etsu, Breath of Sun, Tanjiro Tsuguko.

“Love is the flower that you've got to let grow, and take time to be a butterfly”

- Hanabusa Cho, Breath of Insect and Hanabusa Akane, Breath of Flower, Kanao Tsugukos.

“If a man knows what harbour he seeks, then any wind is the right wind.”

- Igarashi Kuuki, Breath of Wind.

“The more brilliant the lightning, the more quicker it disappears.”

- Isoarashi Rai, Breath of Thunder, Zenitsu Tsuguko.

“I will protect my brother and sister, no matter what it takes.”

- Hirata Toshie, Breath of Reflection. Sister of Hirata Hayami and Hirata Asami, who both were turned into demons.

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Main Character: Hirata Toshie

Breath Style: Breath of Reflection

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uzurimisery · 3 months

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chapter 1: the night things went to shit. / choso kamo / nsfw

wc: approx. 6k

Warnings: MDNI, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, zombies, dubcon, violence, gore, eventual smut, slow burn, dead bodies, cannibalism, reader uses guns, guns, torture scenes, graphic depictions of violence and injuries, warnings to be added and updated

Sometimes the green blinded you. The vibrant, verdant shades, spiralling up the sides of buildings, breathing life into the dead cityscape. Where once doors stood, vines dangled hanging like beaded curtains. Roots thicker than your arms weaved through the cracked pavement. New species, ones thought dead, ones birthed anew, living and breathing in the death of mankind. Plants everywhere and in everything, and tiny white flowers in broken ceramic.

In the distance a pack of wild dogs were barking, no doubt hunting down a bird or two for dinner, or whatever rodent they could find. It was always so quiet when you were out here on your own.

You still remember the before. When glass panes went high into the sky, the sun's light reflected off them and hurt your eyes. When your eyes were closed you could feel the heat from them, smell your mother's perfume as she pulled you by your sticky three-year-old hands to go in the building. Sometimes you could hear the wind whistle against the buildings as they swayed with it. The rumble of engines, horns, music, the sounds of traffic.

One day you’d wake up and forget that memory too. The dead were numerous and remembering them living hurt more than not. There were more important things to focus on than the dead, or you’d become one of them. Food, shelter, keeping your logs up-to-date, reporting to your commanding officer.

How it happened was blurry. A mess of fragmented images, grating against each other, clashing between what was real and what was imagined. One day things had been fine and the next 90% of the population had died. And some came back to life. Shambling corpses decaying and composted as walking plants. The schools said that it was humans' fault it happened. That we warmed the planet to the point where things that were dead came back to kill us. Things that once were no threat became one. Others, a sect of religious people called The Followers of the Prophet said it was the result of all our sins, the hatred of mankind made manifest. Whatever the case, the world ended minus the small encampments of people left in safe zones.

Some people still lived out in the wilds, apart from the remnants of civilisation. Some were small communities and some were lone wolfs. It was better to keep your distance from them regardless. The dead were dangerous, but humans were deadly.

Teton neighed under you as you led him out of the city limits, annoyed that you stopped petting him as you went. He was a funny horse, more personality than some people you knew. 17 hands tall, American Saddlebred, dark bay, and very opinionated. Breaking him had been a nightmare, no one else had ever gotten close to it, but one day the two of you reached an agreement and he’d been your mount since then. Even if he fought the bit from time to time. He was the only real perk of the job.

The stock of your Ruger 10/22 Carbine bumped against you awkwardly as you leaned forward to pet the needed horse. “Whiny boy today.”

You were one of the lucky few. Taken in by The Federation, fed, educated, trained. All because you had potential because you had a gift. There were a few people like you. They called you all blessed but it felt more like a curse. Certain people, not many, could sense the hordes. Some of the more gifted ones could even control one or two of the corpses. Influence them to act differently. You weren’t that talented, you just had enough sense that

allowed you to do scouting on your own just like you were now. There were moments, darkness pooling behind your eyes, where it felt like there was more but it’d disappear as soon as it got there. Right now you could feel that power pulling at you, telling you that there were dead nearby.

Another one of the dogs barked, pulling your attention back up. You squinted, turning behind you, one hand raised to shield your eyes. It was quiet today, more so than usual. It was easier to prefer the days which were chaotic and filled with events. When things were calm it felt like your nerves were on fire, primed and ready to burn. Waiting for a spark that never comes.

The rounds were simple today. The sun was still high in the sky, hitting your back and you did the east route. It was cleared out years ago, with traps and mines put in place to keep any of the dead or looters from getting close to the walls of the Federation. Something about the silence today felt like a living thing, like a bumble was put around you, pressing against your eardrumbs blocking sound. It crept under your skin till the only thing you could hear was Teton’s horseshoes hitting the pavement and your own breath.

Coming over the crest of Overpass 3E, the source of your anxiety came into view. A small pack of the dead, three of them, were rambling towards you. They were a mess, most of their flesh falling off in disgusting grey clumps, attached to the bone only by sinew. You could sense they were on the last stage of this life cycle, soon they wouldn't be able to move anymore. They would become one with the environment, wherever they fell to the ground. There they’d sit and wait for some poor soul to walk back that they could reach and drain the life out of them, dooming them to become just like it had.

The butt of your rifle slotted snuggly against the shoulder of your firing hand and you gave a low whistle, sharp and urgent, to Teton to stop moving and brace for a shot. Your cheek met the riser as you steadied the gun with your other hand. The chamber was loaded with six shots and you had reserve bullets on you if they ran out. Your Federation standard issue Glock 17 was holstered on your left hip in case things went south too quickly.

Lining up the first shot was always the hardest but once you had it, you had it. Your finger tightened on the trigger, the metal cold against your skin. Everything was right in your sights, no need to adjust for wind. It was grim, how practised and patient the hundreds of drills you ran growing up made this second nature to you. Switching the safety off was as easy as your ABCs.

Another dog barked. Teton snorted. And then, muffled by the suppressor, a bullet whizzed through the air landing in the centre of the foremost zombie’s skull, knocking it to the ground, the bullet casting falling, jingling when it landed.

Two more shots followed suit. One hitting its mark and the other a foot off. The zombie had jerked erratically, somehow dodging the bullet. You lined up a fourth shot, accounting for its movement, but this one only hit its shoulder. It seemed to move with your gun, knowing to dodge.

“Shit.” You muttered under your breath, adjusting to shoot again and you nudged Teton forward a few paces to make it easier. Finally, with the air filled with gunpowder, the fifth shot hit its mark.

There was something off about the last one. It was too agile and aware for the state of decay it was in. Removing the magazine to load it again, eyes peeled on the final corpse. Thirty seconds passed by before it moved again. This time it was faster, spurred on by some unknown force.

Your heart hammered against your ribs as the zombie screeched, lurching forward. Teton whinnied, ear flat against his head, starting to back the two of you up from the imminent danger. Your own fear echoed his, this wasn’t the normal lumbering dead you knew. This was different, something smarter, something angrier, something that wouldn’t die.

Training kicking in, you steadied yourself as Teton continued to back up slowly. He knew to keep his head lowered for you to have a clear sight while doing so. The silence only seemed to grow thicker, no birds or bugs were heard. Just the groans and screeches of the zombie in front of you.

You pulled the trigger, the bullet flying out and hitting the zombie’s throat. It gargled, coagulated black goo pouring out of the entry point but it didn’t stop moving forward. Another shot. This one hit the mark square in the forehead. The zombie paused for a moment but it kept moving forward.

One shot to the head killed them permanently. Two should make it so there’d be no chance of it being alive. But it was still moving. A third shot rang out, hitting the left eye socket. Finally, it dropped to the ground, twitching and moaning. It wretched and jerked around for nearly a minute before finally, with a haunting death rattle, it stilled.

You stared, watching it for a few more minutes, afraid it would move again. It was only after the birds started to chirp again that you felt secure that it was truly dead. Teton had lifted his head and shook out his mane. Digging your heels into his side, you spurred him forward, still having to complete your route.

As you got beside the zombie which gave you all the problems, you shot it again.

Teton neighed, annoyed that you were wasting his time, ready to move on and get home.

“Just making sure,” you spoke while adding more bullets to the magazine. Something was happening out in the wilds, and not knowing was making you anxious. But there had been a change out beyond the Federation’s walls. “Let’s get back before sundown yeah? Don’t want to be out here longer than I have to.”

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You had returned before sundown but were kept at the barracks accounting for why your ammunition was spent. They didn’t believe you when you told them that it had taken so many shots to kill one zombie so you have a meal ticket docked from your pay. Stupid pricks. The food was never anything good anyway. Always tasteless and looked like sludge.

The streets of the inner city were full of people today. Restrictions had finally lifted after the last attacks from the Followers. Not that the restrictions had any impact on you. Being gifted meant that you would never be out of the military until you hit 50. If you hit 50. People like you were too valuable to let go, no matter how much you begged. The last person who had tried to run, they had shot him in the leg to make him limp. Now they carted him around in a convoy on trade runs.

You took a moment to swing onto Market Street. Teton deserved a treat for being so calm today. Making a horse get used to gunfire, zombies, and near-death situations was not an easy process, but he was. He was as much a weapon as your gun was.

You pushed through the crowds as you went, the events of today gnawing at you. Children ran past, screaming as they played tag. A pregnant woman was haggling with a vendor over a sack of potatoes. A few horseback patrol guards were moving down the centre of the street, maintaining order. Sunlight filtered through the ripped tarps strung 30 feet above street level. They were installed 15 years ago after a particularly rough winter left six feet of snow covering the stalls.

The normalcy of it all, the sheer mundane nature of life after the world had fallen apart, made you feel sick. No one was taking what you had reported earlier seriously. What if things were changing out there? Would all of this disappear?

There was no other option but to keep your guard up and move forward, the smell of fried dough hitting you. You stopped at the same stall you have been stopping at for the past four years, Dickson’s. An old man, who had been this old since the day you met him, wrinkled and worn down. His spine curled like a cat's, hands covered in scars and callouses.

“Well hello there soldier,” he rasped, his voice wheezy and dry like leaves in the wind. “How was afternoon patrol?”

You sighed. “Hey, Dickson. It was… fine.” He eyed you. He had practically raised you during the times when you were kicked out of the barracks for misbehaviour.

“Just fine?”

“You know I’m not allowed to talk about it further.”

“Oh I know,” he waved you off as he bent down slowly to retrieve a small satchel. Refined sugar. The one good thing about the Federation was the fact it had quickly spread itself into agricultural endeavours. Old Twin Falls was able to process the sugar beets that they grew. Granted the price was insanely high, but there was still sugar. “Teton’s been good?”

You nodded handing him five meal tickets for some of them. “As good as he can, ornery fucker.” You rocked on your feet and you recounted the afternoon. “He’s been real steady round the guns lately, finally- think he won’t bolt anymore.”

Dickson laughed. “Only you would be able to get any use out of him. Swear that horse can read minds.”

Suddenly, a little girl interrupted the two of you, her mother watching from a distance. Her hair was tied up in pigtails, looked to be about seven, her eyes wide with excitement.

“Excuse me, mister!” her voice chirped out. “Please can I get 500 grams of sugar please?”

Dickson chuckled again, pulling out a 500-gram bag, and weighing it to confirm the amount. “Of course young lady. That will be 25 tickets, please.”

The girl looked confused, she had been told the amount would be less than that. Quickly she composed herself, ready to haggle with Dickson. Her mother wanted her to practise it seemed and Dickson was willing to be her first practice. When she finally got her target amount she handed him the tickets and skipped off back to her mom.

Dickson watched as she left. “Sharp one. Reminds me of you at her age.”

“Oh please. I was hardly that nice.”

“Well now ain’t that the truth? You were a real shithead. Lucky you’re gifted or they would have kicked you out years ago. I damn near took you out myself one day.” Dickson winked before he leaned in. “Now tell me, what can you share without getting in trouble?”

The sun dipped lower, the patrol moving onto the next street. Your voice dropped to a whisper.

“The zombies, they’re…different. It took three bullets to the head for one to finally get down. It moved differently too. It only had a month or so before it became a sitting duck but it jerked around and moved with more speed than I’d ever seen before. Somethings happening out there Dickson.” A new patrol rounded the corner. “I’ve gotta get going, but you take care of yourself. I’ve got a bad taste in my mouth and my head won’t stop pounding.”

Dickson studied you. He knew you were telling the truth, your eyes darting between him and the patrol. He added more auger to your satchel as he spoke. “You stay safe out there.”

You nodded and then slipped back out onto the promenade, ready to get back to your place and shower. There had been a renovation project a year back you had helped out on. By reclaiming parts of the old city, they had the resources to create private accommodations for the specialist division. Only military personnel were allowed to live in them due to their location at the very edge of the wall, which was still unfinished due to the expansion. The real benefit was the stable they had in the back, which you could lodge Teton in. The shower worked as well. They were always cold, but they were something.

The motions of getting home, showering, dressing down out of uniform, and feeding yourself went by blurry, the exhaustion hitting you full force. You had danced with death many times, seen soldiers die as they were ripped apart by hordes like wild animals. Killing the zombies had been a near-everyday occurrence for you for nearly seven years now. In all that time you had never had something like today happen. All you could do was hope that it never happened again and it was just a fluke.

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Today you were assigned to the western patrol night shift for four days. Command had deemed you ineligible to return to the eastern patrol until you had proven to them that you weren’t losing your grip. Bullshit. You hadn’t lost anything, you knew what you saw but no one believed you.

Night shift meant you had to sleep outside the walls as well at the outpost station. It was a half-bombed-out building the Federation had converted to watch over the trade route. The bunks there were cramped, pushed close together due to half the ceiling being gone, the stale with the scent of sweat and rations.

The twilight cast eerie shadows as you made your way on Teton, saddlebags packed full, the pit that had settled in your stomach four days ago when you were on the eastern patrol refused to leave. The one good thing about the Western Outpost is that you could sleep on top of the building if the weather was clear and stare at the stars. The death of mankind did allow for the galaxies to be seen again.

When you got there and settled the lieutenant handing out patrols gave you a joke of one. He had heard about what you had reported and thought you were stupid. The route you had never had anything going on. The last time a zombie had been seen on it was three months ago. They deemed you jittery and fearful now. But something deep in your bones, older than the Federation, knew that what you had seen was real. You had sensed the shift, the whispers in the winds, a chilling awareness chewing at the back of your skull. For a people so hellbent on keeping gifted in their ranks they sure didn’t take one seriously.

The patrol was just as uninteresting as you expected. The nothingness of it made it more nerve-wracking if anything. The whispers might have been faint four days ago but the volume was building.

The next two days passed without incident but the unease never left. Every night that the sun dipped below the horizon, the long shadows blending into each other, the whispers intensified. They became a tangible hum, pawing and pulling at you. You had tried speaking with the other gifted stationed at the outpost but they looked at you like you were crazy. No one else had felt or seen anything different.

Nightfall came again. Teton whinnied softly as you mounted him, ready to get the final patrol done, his ears swirling, listening out for any sudden noises. The route was now known by heart, each curve in the road familiar. Once you were done with this patrol hopefully you could go back to being on the western patrol.

Tonight felt worse. A sick, twisting feeling, circling you and settling into the ground. Your head felt like it was going to burst, eyes popping from their sockets from the pressure. Everything in you was screaming to run, to get far away from this place, to hide. The saddlebags had extra rations in them, your paranoia made you keep adding to them.

They said there was nothing like a bond between man and his horse, and Teton’s eyes reflected your fear. His usual temperament had shifted to being nervous, his ears pinned back, nostrils flaring. He felt it too, the unseen danger that was building around you.

Panic squeezed its cold hands around your throat, threatening to close your airways and leave you for dead. Your grip on the reins was tight, knuckles white, as Teton moved forward. The night was dark, the whispers deafening, but you were armed and ready.

The first hour of the route was calm. No surprises or action, just stillness. The feeling of being watched, someone peering over your shoulder as you went, was neverending. There was something out there, watching you, toying with you.

The second hour passed by with no reprieve, only a suffocating repetition of the calm, still night. You were unable to find any peace in doing the route, instead only spiralling further with your speculations. What was out there watching you? Each rustle of the leaves, the movement of animals, and the occasional gunshot made you jump, your skin crawling.

It was only halfway through the third hour, when the route led you back to having a view of the outpost and the walls of the city, that you saw it. The outpost was burning, the flames bright and high, a funeral pyre. From the distance, you could see people fighting, the gunshots now accounted for. You reeled, trying to dissect the scene, the whispers now screaming.

Was this it? Was this what you have picked up on? A desperate urge to turn and flee spread throughout you, but you knew you couldn’t. You were duty-bound to join the ranks and fight.

Teton whinnied, refusing to move forward as your heels dug into his flank.

“Teton c’mon, we have to go.”

He neighed, bucking up and he turned away from the outpost. “Teton no! We have to go back there.”

It was as you turned him back around, his winny frantic, a large deafening boom rang out. It came from the city walls, a section collapsing from the attack. Now it made sense. The outpost was a distraction, meant to draw the defences away from the walls so they could attack it. But the noise was what threw you off, zombies went towards the sound, so why would they bomb the wall?

Then, all at once, a horde screamed in the distance, thousands of undead moving towards the cause of the sound. Your blood ran cold, and the pressure in the back of your skull felt like your head was being pressed by hydraulic plates. You leaned off to the side of Teton and heaved, bile burning the back of your throat. You needed to leave, get as far away as you could. There was no helping anyone inside the walls now. The city was doomed.

The evacuation point was only 500 feet away from you. There was doubt any other soldier would be there now, and anyone who had escaped would be in danger. They needed help.

As you tightened your grip on the reins, urging Teton towards the evacuation point, the gravity of the situation began pressing down you you, threatening to crush you if not for the adrenaline course through your veins. The screams grew louder the more time passed and the longer the attack went on.

Teton’s hooves were heavy on the pavement, normally a gallop like this would have them ring out like thunder, but in the chaos of the night, they fell silent. The air was growing thick with the scent of smoke, burning wood and flesh.

The evacuation point was just ahead of you, around 30 people had made it there. It was empty of any fellow soldiers, no doubt everyone else had run towards the city.

Disregarding protocol, you yelled at the group of survivors, telling them to get further away from the city. That there was no hope there. As you did so, a scream came from behind you, so loud that you felt your eardrums burst and blood trickle out from them.

The people in front of you screamed, scrambling to run away from what they saw behind you as you spun Teton around, horror seeping into your bones from the noise.

It was a mutant. They were thought to be rare in this area, part of why the Federation had settled here. Its body was contorted and deformed, its limbs too long in comparison, twisted at unnatural angles. The skin it had left was peeling off, revealing a purple shiny oozy leaking out of it. It had no eyes, flesh had grown over it and fused it into a mask.

It reeked, the smell of death permeating as it screamed again.

You unholstered your handgun, training kicking in, and fired a shot at its chest. The bullet sunk into its skin, but the creature didn’t stop moving, it was like the bullet did nothing to it, it simply staggered for a moment, the oozy substance leaking out of the entry wound, reacted to the bullet. The wound closed up as the goo filled the hole and hardened.

It turned its head to face you, pinpointing your location from the gunshot, clicking its tongue repeatedly, interrupted by short screams. Ice ran through you, your hand clammy, goosebumps covering every inch of skin. There was a very real chance that your gun would do nothing to stop the mutant.

Frantic, you kicked at Teton’s side. He moved quickly, well aware of the danger you were in. A handgun didn’t do shit against it. There was 50 feet between it and you, and a crowd of people 50 feet behind you.

Desperate you led Teton away from the crowd, shooting the Glock in the air to keep the mutant's attention, to make it follow you. You could hear its joint snap as it spurred into action, chasing you down. It clicks and screams growing louder the closer it got.

The side streets were a maze, the terrain made rough by the decay over the years. Teton was managing the best he could, jumping over a car in the middle of the road at one point. Your heart sat in your throat, its beating making breathing hard. The pressure on your head felt so great that it was going to crack in two.

As you rounded a corner, sharp and fast trying to break its line of sight, the mutant rammed into a wall. It slowed but the chase continued until you hit a more open area. When you looked over your shoulder, the mutant wasn’t behind you.

Before you could question it, an impact hit you from the side, knocking you off of Teton and flat onto your back. The wind was knocked out of you as you hit the ground, rocks stabbing into your back. Gasping for breath you struggled to regain yourself as the pain shot through you. Your fingers dug into the pavement, cutting on the rough edges of the cracks, as you rolled over to your front, crawling forward. Blood trickled down your face and into your eyes. As you pushed yourself up you heard it. Click. Click. Click.

By instinct you reached for your handgun, only to find it was knocked away from you in the fall.

The ooze leaking out of the mutant glowed faintly in the moonlight as it charged at you. Teton rushed at the creature, rearing up and knocking the zombie down with his front hooves. It allowed you to pull your knife out of the sheath at your side, spring to your feet, and move to attack.

While the zombie was disoriented, its clicks gargled, you lunged at it. Your knife cut through the air before hitting its right shoulder. The ooze once again leaked out and harder around the wound. The only way you’d be able to kill this thing was through decapitating it.

The mutant retaliated, swiftly, its partially healed arm swinging out, trying to scratch you. You managed to dodge it, stepping back away from it, but as it attacked you the ooze splashed onto your face. It burned as it settled on your skin.

It swung again and you sidestepped it. The movement allowed you to strike it again, this time aiming for the neck. The attack connected, perforated blade sawing through part of the fresh, but stopping short of the vertebrae. The ooze sprayed out once again, some landing in your eyes.

Blinking rapidly you readied yourself again as, despite the injury, the mutant didn’t stop. You had to get a full cut before it was able to heal the wound.

With grim determination you swung again, this time aiming for the opposite side of the neck. The blow was strong enough that you felt the muscles in your shoulder tear slightly at the impact. But the creature still stood, clicking at you, the sounds muffled and gurgled by the liquid now spilling out of its mouth as it attempted to heal. The bone was still intact.

With a scream you kicked the zombie back, making it stumble over rubble and fall down. You were swift, placing one foot on its chest while you bent down and grabbed it by the head.

Its clawed fingers dug at your calves, digging into them and leaving wounds. The shimmering liquid escaping from its wounds and mouth smeared across your front as you fought to maintain control.

You gritted your teeth as you forced yourself to ignore the pain and to pull upwards with all your strength. The bones in its neck resisted the tension, the ooze running down the bone and hardening to try and keep it intact.

With a sickening crack, the vertebrae gaw way. You fell back as the head broke free in your hands, the mutant’s body convulsed in front of you, joints snapping at unnatural angles as it flailed. You threw the head to the side, the final clicks dying out at it lulled against the pavement, the shimmer from the ooze fading.

Teton snorted as he came up behind you, attempting to nudge you up and to move.

Every part of you hurt. The wounds on your calves burned, and blood started to coagulate already. It was far too soon for the wound to be doing that. The muscles in your shoulder felt like they were repairing themselves the longer you sat there. Your eyes burned, a mix of your own blood from a head wound you got from the initial fall, dirt, and the liquid from the zombie stinging them. Strangely, the pounding in your head felt lighter, less urgent. Like being in contact with that thing had helped.

You wanted to scream and cry, to throw yourself against the ground and cry. But you couldn’t. You had survived it, but there was so much more still happening in the city. You couldn’t go back there, you’d be no help to anyway in your current state. The best you could do was go help the survivors and make sure those at the evac point had gotten away safely.

You hauled yourself up, pulling against Teton’s saddle to do so, a goan tearing out from your throat. Teton lowered himself so you could mount him more easily. Things were never going to be the same after tonight.

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Only 5 people had survived besides you. What they told you had happened was devastating. It had been the Followers again, this time with heavier ammunition than they had ever had before. They said that they had control over the horde as well. Could control them like puppets. Now they partied in the remnants of the city.

The survivors said they were going to go north, to Old Twin Falls, and warn them, begged for you to come with them. There were no military personnel besides you there to guide them. You didn’t know if it was pity or guilt but you did. First, you had to sneak into the outpost. They had left that for the city itself. There you stocked up on more ammo, rations, and a first aid kit. Luckily one of the group was a nurse trainee and able to bandage up the cuts and bruises people had. When she looked you over on the second day of the journey your wounds had mostly healed.

The saving grace had been the ammunition. It was still limited, but it was 75 rounds for the Glock 17 and 200 for the Ruger. The group would have to move quickly, and quietly. By some universally divine intervention, a paddock of horses had remained untouched as well, with a cart there. This allowed you to fit the two people too injured to walk in the cart. Perhaps you weren’t shit out of luck yet.

The road to Old Twin Falls was something you knew by heart, having run it eleven times in your life. You had never had to lead a group there, but you had been there. It wouldn’t be an easy journey, through the mountains and desert, but it could be done. It was fall so the weather was neither too hot nor too cold, the only worry being the nights. But with enough dry sagebrush and tumbleweeds, you made fires. The issue was that the route had suffered damage from a storm that had passed through the third day of your journey.

It took eleven days to go the 225 miles, stopping frequently for breaks. There had been a few encounters with zombies, mainly in the ruins of old cities, but they were small enough groups you were able to take them out or avoid them.

The days were long but the nights were longer. Finally seeing the walls of Old Twin Falls was like getting into bed after a long day, your joints achy and painful, the exhaustion seeping out of you and into the bedding. The relief of getting off your feet after standing for hours.

When you approached the gates, the guards had their weapons drawn, ready to fire. Their uniforms looked different from how you remembered them.

“Identify yourself or we will shoot!”

Your voice was hoarse, dry and sandy from the lack of water you had in the final stretch of the journey. “Capitol Lake Special Taskforce Private Y/N L/N reporting.”

“Capitol Lake?” The man in charge lowered his gun, the others following suit.

“Yes sir, Capitol Lake. Behind me is a group of survivors remaining after an attack by the Followers of the Prophet.”

There was a pause, minutes passing, turning into an entirety, as reports and information were exchanged up in the watch towers.

“Come inside Private, there is much to discuss.”

The relief washing over you almost made you collapse, its warm and heavy feeling blanketing over you with the promise of rest. The tension carried in your whole body, tight with having the ensure the survival of the people behind you, slipping away with every creak of the heavy gate opening. You ushered them forward, each one of their expressions haunted, changed by what had happened.

The guards, their initial hostility now gone, quickly organised proper transport for the injured, taking them to the medical centre. The familiar and comforting smell of smoke and metal hits you. In the distance, you could hear what you knew to be the market street. Thighs were normal here, calm, spared from the madness that had happened at Capitol Lake.

The officers had led you to the medical centre and told you that you’d need to speak with their commanding officer. There was a brief mention of how things had changed in Old Twin Falls in the past three months since the last trade run, but no one was clear with you on what had changed. But that would be tomorrow's task. For now, you let yourself get poked and prodded by the attending doctor before passing out after they injected you with morphine.

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#uzuri writes #at the edge of the world #ateotw #choso kamo #choso imagine #choco kamo imagine #choco kamo x reader #choso x reader #choso kamo smut #jjk imagine #jjk imagine smut

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heymrspatel · 10 months

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Macy's Tag Game Tuesday on a wednesday

i was tagged by @celestialmickey @metalheadmickey @deedala @whatwouldmickeydo @surviving-maybe @ryantryinx @tanktopgallavich @crossmydna @gallawitchxx @ardent-fox and @sleepyfacetoughguy aaaaahh! i love you all 💙

name: julissa 🧚🏼‍♀️

when is your birthday? may 17 🌻

favorite social media platform outside of tumblr? instagram is the only true form of social media i use, so that 📸

do you wear makeup? sometimes, yea! i kinda like my eyes, so i love playing with pretty eyeliners and eye shadows and mascara. i also love a nice dark berry colored lipstick 💋

favorite board game? scrabble 🔠

do you have any tattoos? no 😔

which of the seven deadly sins would you say you struggle with the most? probably sloth. you know? the blankets just call to me and i go.

best vacation you’ve ever been on? i'm going to say scotland! i think about it all the time. i had such a beautiful time in the highlands. it was so green, the people were so lovely, the air - PLEASE IMAGINE BREATHING THERE!!! yea yea... it was beautiful! 🥃

how do you get around town? (car/bus/train/on foot/etc) train. i've been a kid on the train, teen on the train, adult on the train. happy, sad, confused, laughing, crying on the train. my ghost will probably still ride the train 🚇

describe your vibe in three words: can- can i skip this one? i simply am not feeling my vibe at all these days asdlfkj actually - vibe: blob on ground

share a song rec: "lemon glow" by beach house

i'm late and also feeling meh, so i'm going to skip the tag. but still, giving you all flowers 🌻

#hi i love you all #macy's tag game tuesday

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journeythroughlifesblog · 10 months

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'Royal loss' au chapter 3. (part one)

As he said, he did. The monkey king searched all the kingdoms for his son. But first he went to the land of the dead. He hoped that his beloved's soul would be there, but in vain. Liuer's soul was not there. Then where was his beloved? After all, the soul cannot be destroyed, or can it be? the king thought. There was no point in staying in the land of death any longer, so he went back to the mountain, which had remained as it was when he came back from that damn battle with DBK. The forest was half destroyed. The scent of the warrior's blood still lingered in the cave. The king, after visiting the land of the dead, decided to bury the corpse of his beloved. In their special place upstairs. It was a special place because you could see all sides of the world from there, and in the evenings they watched the night sky there, but that's not all, this is where the monkey king proposed to his warrior. It was one of the most beautiful moments in his life. The king buried the body. He erected a tombstone and decorated it with flowers to please his warrior. He knelt before the grave. ''Hey Luer. I was in mortal land today.. where have you gone?'' A tear rolled down his face. ''But you know what our son must live because his soul wasn't there either, but you died and you weren't there either, I don't like it. But then I will find you both.'' New tears flowed and fell on the warrior's grave. The king came to his beloved every day telling what he had done.

Back to the search. Wukong searched the heven. He burst into the emperor's palace with fury in his eyes, demanding an explanation.

“Sun Wukong, what brings you here?” asked the emperor.

"Oh, you know what's going on," replied the king furiously.

"No, I don't know what you mean this time." The Emperor replied confused.

''It's because of you that I lost my family!! If you don't give them back to me right now, I swear I'll tear the whole damn land apart!!''

''Sun Wukong, how dare you threaten us! We had nothing to do with your family. We didn't even know you lost them...

"If I hadn't gone to fight DBK for you then, I would have saved them." ""So I ask you again what did you do?" Their deadly stares met.

"And I tell you again that heaven had nothing to do with it." The annoyed emperor recounted. Wukong glared at him again, turned around, but before leaving he said: "But if you're lying.. then you know what I am and what will happen to heaven and beyond" and left the palace. Outside, he sent a group of clones to search the entire heven. He did go back upstairs. He locked himself in the hut and began jotting down a plan of action. Names of demons who would be willing to hurt his family for his sins. He put cards everywhere. Piles of notes were scattered around the rooms. Except for one. The room where he slept with his family. He locked it and swore that he would not open it until he found his son and found out what happened to Liuer's soul. He sent his monkeys out to search the forest and around the mountain. Months passed before all of the heavenly realm had not been checked, but even if it had been, the king was sending new colonies to check again. Every day he got a report from the scouts. Hope faded every day. He stopped searching the heavenly realm and focused on the mortal realm. But it must be admitted that he lacked strength. The king was sinking deeper and deeper into despair. He sent clones around the world. The days passed slowly and monotonously. The king has lost track of time. He didn't realize how long he was searching, but it didn't matter to Wukong. He wanted to find Liuer's son and soul. Monkey King usually didn't leave the cabin. He pored over his notes. Maybe he missed something very obvious. He was going through piles of notes. His subjects began to worry about their king, whom they rarely saw. Wukong, if he didn't spend time in the hut, he spent time at the grave of his beloved. He tidied plants, arranged flowers, talked. Even though he was alone, he felt that Liuer was with him. The next days passed, or maybe years? The king began to feel that he would never see his loved ones. He was in complete mental breakdown. He barely ate. He neglected himself. He was wearing threadbare clothes that had been worn over the years. His flock could not watch their king weaken. He even stopped sending clones. Searched everything and nothing.

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thebunniesgrim · 10 months

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Genuine question. what was loona's problem with Bee in S1 ep8?

This is a long post, sorry.

(Idk if it's just that I already didn't like or care for Loona making me misread this situation or what but she was so defensive btw I don't hate Loona she's just not my cup of tea it's fine if you like her)

Loona has this big problem with her. For what? I understand when they first met Bee was definitely giving "mean girl acts nice but really isn't nice" vibes. Because the when Bee called her a sweet pup and a cutie then laughed after definitely sounded really condescending. I totally get it, but afterwards why is Loona so hostel? I’m not saying Loona had to go frolic in flowers with Bee and braid her hair or whatever. I just think she's a little to hostel. Even if she didn't have an opinion on Bee, I thought she would have just acted like she always does, just uncaring and low-key.

Because Bee was being nothing but welcoming and nice to Loona. It's not like Bee was being stuck up and tried hazing Loona at her first hell hound party. Loona and the audience saw that she means well. She was very hospitable to Loona, telling her to enjoy herself and eat, drink, or whatever. Loona and the audience saw that Bee cares about her party goers. See if they were ok and had everything they needed or wanted.

Bee even told her to she liked Loona because of how up front she was. My thing is, why did Loona blow up at Bee at the end of the episode? Bee is clearly chill with Loona and Blitzo, for that matter.

We don't know how long Loona and Blitzo was at the party before they left but it long enough for Blitzo to get wasted (which I’m assuming took a while because Blitzo in the truth seekers episode said it takes a lot for him to get fucked up) and for her to have made a group of friends/ acquaintances

At any point Bee could've kicked her (and Blitzo) out or embarrassed her, but she didn't. Bee was even a good sport when Blitzo beat her at her own game, even gave him a bow and said she respected him.

Why is Loona getting so defensive when Bee asks her to check up on Blitzo?

It's not like they were talking bad about him. They weren't talking shit about him. It's not like Bee was like "hey your dad is ruining my party, get the fuck out" Bee was just worried about him, she even explained that Blitzo was causing problems and that his vibes weren't ok. They didn't even ask her to leave. It's not like they were kicked out without any explanation. Loona wasn't in a bad mood when Bee and Tex talked to her. Then she just switched on a dime.

Why is she starting a fight with Bee? She was ready to fight Bee over it, too. I'm convinced if it was just Bee that talked to her and Tex wasn't there, she would have definitely tried to fight Bee. She didn't even back down on her own volition. She only said sorry and apologized because Tex looked sad. There were other hell hounds around and she still tried that nonsense. She only cared about Tex's reaction.

So what I'm getting is that Loona would have let Blitzo get blackout drunk and get into who knows what kind of trouble till she was ready to leave if Bee and Tex didn't say anything? Wow, daughter of the year over here.

Also, why would you try to fight a demon more powerful than you? Not only is Bee one of the deadly sins, she's also Tex's girlfriend. Did she Loona really think Tex (someone who she had/has a crush on and is her first real friend) would ever talk to her again if she fought Bee? Like there weren't going to be any consequences of that? She could have been killed or if Bee didn't kill her. She would forever be known as the dumbass who tried to fight (pretty much royalty) The Beelzebub. I feel as though that's worse than being known to a few as the girl who puked at a party once.

How am I supposed to take the ending of the episode seriously if she only helped Blitzo because she was told to do so? It would have been significantly more effective if she helped Blitzo on her own and took him home. Showing that she'd always be there with him. Before she out right said it to Blitzo before they got home, having her show it actions and words.

I know everyone likes Loona, and she has trauma and she has a hard time opening up to people but like what does that have to do with her totally lashing out at people being nice to her and worrying about her dad

What kind of trauma makes you defensive about people worrying about your loved ones? I can't buy the “she was acting tough” excuse because she wasn't acting tough she was being a bitch.

Look, I’m not trying to bash everyone's favorite girl. I just don't see how her actions were justified in the episode. This episode made me dislike her more than I already did. I'm open to other opinions on how Loona acted and maybe I find a new perspective to look at that'll change how I feel about Loona. I really want to like Loona but every episode she's in I just grow more and more frustrated with her and this episode really put the nail in the coffin for me personally. I’ve watched this episode multiple times and I still think Loona acted a tab out of line.

Sorry if this was hard to follow or didn’t make any sense at all. I was just trying to all of my thoughts out before they poofed out of existence. Also, this is the first time I’ve blogged something or gave criticism out loud for people to see. Sorry if there was poor grammar or punctuation. I’m not the best at writing, but I’m working on it.

#helluva boss #helluva boss criticism #viviziepop #loona helluva boss #vortex helluva boss #beelzebub helluva boss

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goldenchocobo · 2 years

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It’s been a long time coming, but I finally buckled down and drew the Master of Masters and Luxu’s flower pieces. I originally didn’t do these two for the simple fact that I had no idea how I wanted to do them or what flowers to use, but I’ve learned a whole lot since my first foray into flowers.

I did go back and fourth on using Luxu’s current ‘persona’ or his old one we see in Back Cover and Union X, but I decided to use his current, because it was an excuse for me to draw long hair, as well as put flowers in them haha.

As usual, Keep-Reading contains flowers and meanings if you’re interested in my choices;

Master of Masters (here-on called MoM for simplicity)

I included as many flowers as possible for MoM, not because I found that there were a lot of flowers I could attach to him, but because of his chaotic nature he exudes every time he’s on screen. Due to this, there’s a lot of overlap with the meanings, with several flowers meaning the same thing. I included 7 ‘meaning’ flowers and 1 flower (clover) that he’s associated with (much like Ava is associated with Dandelions).

The only part of him I included that wasn’t his cloak was his ‘eye’, which is gazing back at you.

Amaryllis: Red Amaryllis is a symbol for pride and strength. MoM is the representation of the deadly sin of Pride, making Amaryllis depict his true self. Amaryllis is also symbolic for determination, and MoM is determined to get rid of Darkness for once and for all, even if it’ll take life-times to do it.

Anemone, half-closed: Anemone foretell harsh times ahead when they are closing, since they do this at night or to protect themselves against harsh weather. The closing Anemone could also mean ‘hiding’ or ‘hidden things’ as it was believed that fae slept in the closed flowers at night. We don’t know much about MoM other than what he’s told us. The Pink and red colouration may seem serene and almost childish, but it in fact denotes death and leaving, much like how MoM dims and fades away.

Eustoma: These flowers represent the charisma and sociability a person has. MoM, if anything we’ve seen is good at winning over people, and is held in great respect by his 6 apprentices. The Purple colouration denotes a more noble and sophisticated side to him; he is the Master of the Masters after all.

Yellow Chrysanthemums: In the flower world, Yellow is usually the symbol for joy and happiness, but for Chrysanthemums, it is the opposite. While the flowers themselves represent joy; Yellow chrysanthemums means departure, loss and rebirth. We don’t know much about MoM, but he does say he has lost a lot of friends to Darkness, as well as him himself disappearing, only to end up in ‘the after life’.

Purple Ranunculus: Over all, Ranunculus has a specific meaning of ‘charm’, but with purple they add a bit of mystery to it.

Buttercup: I originally drew these for Ava’s flower piece for her association with greed and the flower’s symbolic link to it, but Buttercups also mean childishness; which MoM’s personality fits greatly, as he’s often playful and teasing to his apprentices when the mood strikes him.

Purple Carnations: Carnations themselves are indicative of Capriciousness, which once again, MoM is too. Impulsiveness and unpredictable is another way to read Purple carnations, which is still apt for the enigmatic and unpredictable MoM. Clover: It's no surprise that Clover flowers mean the same as their leaves; Good Luck or Good Fortune. There’s no direct character meaning associated with MoM, but he is seen playing around with Clovers in Back Cover (literally playing with luck).

Luxu

I put the flowers in his hair, not only because it seemed a reasonable place to put them, but because his old identity is still present and interwoven into his new persona.

Alstroemeria: This flower means ‘life long commitment’, which is often portrayed as ‘life long love’ or partnership. However, I think Luxu takes this to the extreme, living out multiple lives to fulfil his role and duty to the Master of Masters.

Begonia: Begonia flowers foretell dangers, misfortune and challenges, all of which Luxu needs to face in order to fulfil his role without any aid.

Lewisia: with their hardy nature, Lewisia represent toughing it out, as well as rebirth and renewal. Something I bet Luxu is familiar with, jumping from vessel to vessel.

Purple Shamrock/Oxalis: I kind of chose this one for personal reasons, since it's the only species of houseplant I have currently. But aside from that, it can be said that it’s a plant that often means ‘falsehood’, since its a ‘shamrock’ but its colouration is unusual. For this reason, I used the leaves instead of the flowers. I chose this for Luxu, because all through the series he’s been acting as someone else; Braig or Xigbar, and creating a false persona to hide behind.

#Kingdom Hearts #KH #Kingdom Hearts X #kingdom hearts union x #KHUX #Kingdom Hearts 3 #Kingdom Hearts 3 Spoilers #KH3 Spoilers #KH3 #Master of Masters #Luxu #Xigbar #Goldenchocobo's Art

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lampylamperson · 3 months

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Moths and foxes

Chapter 3.

Timeskip does happen from the last chapter,this is about 2 weeks after they first met

Birds chirps, small sounds from a pond,bees buzzing in a cool colored garden of the lust ring,pink bees swarm around teal flowers

“Hello little friend,is the nectar sweet?my aunt taught me all about bees and what they do…” the little girl said bending down to look at the flower the bed had been sitting on,brushing her hand against the petals.fire soon sprouting from them,but yet not spreading

“Woah….” The girl murmured out while watching sparks fly from the beautiful thing

But Beauty is nothing without pain

The sparks flew,down to the dirt causing a fire in the peaceful garden,fire spreading everywhere,fierce blue and white flames catching to trees and a fountain

“no,No,No!this isn’t what I wanted to happen!”

“Im Sorry!I’m sorry!I didn’t mean it”

“NO!” Olivia yelled jumping from her bed,breathing heavily as she tried to slow her own heart down.

“Damn it…” she mumbled, as she got out of her bed.

"Drink,I need a drink that's what I need." she muttered opening one of the cupboards in her kitchen

"This late?"

"FUCKING SATAN!" She yelled tossing a shot glass in the air, Logan catching it and sliding back across the other side of the counter

"You gotta stop doing that,your gonna give me a godamn heart attack" she said gripping her shirt still in a shocked state

"Awh cmon,where's the fun in not trying to kill you?” He said sarcastically

“Haha.real funny.” She mocked as she’s grabbed a bottle of liquor from another cupboard

He took the bottle from her holding it just above his head

“What’s going on,most people don’t drink this late at night,”

“That’s a lie,and you know it”

“Yeah it is,but still what are you doing up,I thought you side you had this big meeting with one of the overlords in the pride ring tomorrow,why are you up this late getting drunk?” He said tossing the bottle back in forth in his hands

“Cause I want to.how’d you even know I was awake?” She asked confused

“Bodyguards senses Casper.”

She groans and placed both of her hand on the counter,leaning over it in a tried motion.wing like tattoos glowing on her back

“Woah…those are cool”

“What?”

“The wing tattoos.”

“Wing tat-ohh…” she said realizing

“Liars…” she mumbles

“Excuse me?”

“So remind me why you have a meeting with 2 out of the 3 Vee’s” Logan said as they walked down the street of the pride ring

A television from inside a window was playing,daily news to be exact

“So the biggest scoop is Asmodues is Dating an imp!I mean how crazy,the price of lust himself falling for such a icky trope!I mean at this point what else should he be hiding?what could any of the seven deadly sins be hiding?” The television echoed,as Olivia stood there and watched it,hands in her pockets as it talked

“Hello?”

“Oh…sorry coming…”

They continued walking as they reached the building for the 3 V’s,people already crowding outside ready for an interview of some sort

“Ok keep it professional,I’ll answer a few questions,we’ll walk in,we’ll get this whole meeting figured out.” She said stopping them before they continued to walk towards the press

“You got it Cas”He said making a fake salut

Demons began to crowd them in no time, trying to get a microphone through the rest of the people there

“Have you heard about the new extermination schedule!?”

“I have,but I’m sure either Lucifer or Charlie will figure something out for all of the sinners before the end of the 6 months rolls around”

“What’s this new collaboration your doing with the Vees!?”

“I’ve been informed to keep that under wraps for the moment,but I’ll make a announcement on sinstagram!”

“Will you ever be doing any real work with Valentino!?”

“No further questions.”

“Miss Olivia!-”

“She said no further questions”

They both walked into the Vees studio,a small sinner associate walking up to her to greet her

“Hello miss,I’m aware your here for your meeting with Vox and Velvette,they both happen to be with Valentino right now in his studio.Vox already told me you know where that might be so unless you’d like to wait for both of them you can head up there” the small thing said,holding her clipboard close to her chest

“I’m fine darling.thank you for your assistance.” Olivia said,giving her a small wad of cash and walking towards an elevator

Once they had stepped into the Elevator,she let down the whole professional thing

“You aren’t that excited for this,are you?”

“It’s boring work stuff,and the Vee’s aren’t my favorite demons to work with,they have a… how should I say… unethical way of doing things”

“Their sinners,of course their unethical”

“Yeah I know but just saying their weird is rude.”

The elevator doors opened,pink walls with flowy hearts leading to an obvious shooting studio for Val’s films…

“Never been in here,gotta say it’s what I sorta imagined”

“I’ve been here a few times,I’m close with velvette,she helps me run most of my socials,keeping it professional ya know?”

“Oh like a manager of some sorts?”

“No,I wouldn’t say manager,I’m my own real manager”

“Doesn’t that get-”

“Complicated?…I make it work”

They had arrived to a set of pink glass doors,not see through by any means,which is probably for the best,they placed their hands on the handles,before turning its head

“How comfortable are you with sexual stuff?” She asked,her face a bit uncomfortable

“Very.”

“Don’t know if that’s the answer I wanted but ok.”

She swung open the doors,the room surprisingly empty for what the studio is used for,with only the 3 Vees inside talking

“Shit…I forgot I had that meeting today.” Vox grumbled to himself

“Aw fuck!” Velvette muttered

“You guys have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“Look bitch I’ve had a lot going on,I’m tryna get these angel Cameras out because of all the extermination shit!” Vox said annoyed

“Look me and Vel ill go get the meeting room ready,just hang out with Valentino until we’re done”

“Can’t I come?” Olivia asked

“No darling it’s a mess,you do not wanna see it” velvette said walking away with Vox

“Yay…” she muttered.she walked over the the chair next to Valentino sitting down

“Do I not get a chair?”

“Shut up!” she whisper yelled

“Ok…”

“It’s been awhile,took me up on my offer yet?”

“No,no,no…I don’t have the body for that.” She said crossing her arms and sinking in her seat

“Whatever you say Livy,so who’s the boy toy?”

“Bodyguard.don’t refer to him as that”

“Bodyguard? I never took you as someone to hire a bodyguard,I could have given you one of my boys for less than what your probably paying him”

“Heh…that’s nice of you…”

“I mean where are my manners,lovely to see you” he said talking her hand by her wrist,trying to bring it up to his mouth for what you’d assume to be a kiss as she struggled to pull it back

“Mhm you to…” she said with sarcasm,still trying to pull her wrist back

Valentino frowned at this “you were so nice to me when we first met,what’s with the attitude…”

“Your grip Valentino…” she said with a smile,a fake one at best

Valentino felt a tight grip on his shoulder,as if a claw was digging through his coat and closet to his skin

“I’d appreciate if you let go there.”

“Who are you to tell me what to do?”

“Someone who’s about to leave a scar.”

Chapter 1. Chapter 2.

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lucienvxnserra · 2 years

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Happy Kinktober!

So, I decided to participate in kinktober this month and let me tell you I am so excited about it. The prompt list is here if any of you want to join in. The theme is the seven deadly sins. Not sure if I can keep up with this, but we’re sure gonna try lol.

Prompts used: lingerie, sending suggestive imagery, dirty talk.

AO3

Lucien drummed his fingers on the table in the board room as his brother continued to drone on and on about the company and what they should do this quarter to boast their sales. The Vanserras owned a winery, for fuck’s sake. Sales didn’t have to be this complicated; find wine connoisseurs and sell them wine. Simple. Sometimes, he thought that Eris got off on all this economic bullshit.

Lucien suppressed a growl as his phone vibrated again. It wasn’t a text this time, but rather a photo. It was from Elain, of course. She’d been tormenting him since he’d told her that he would have to stay at the office late for a meeting with his ruinous family. It had started out with just text messages to ‘entertain him’ while he had to listen to Eris prattle on about stocks. Her texts got more and more explicit as she continued. She’d graduated to images it appeared.

After glancing out of the corner of his eye to make sure no one was paying him any mind, Lucien unlocked his phone and opened the text message. Elain was lying on their bed, one of his button downs wrapped around her. As sexy as that was, he was more concerned with the scraps of lace that were hidden under it. A baby blue corset bra clung to her. The corset bit was see through, allowing him a glimpse at her creamy skin underneath while golden flowers covered the bottom of the cup of the bra. The underwear matched perfectly, little golden flowers dancing around the hem of the blue fabric.

“Is there something you want to share with the room, Lucien?” Eris demanded.

Quickly, Lucien clicked off his phone as the eyes of all his brothers were fixed on him. Eris looked livid, his freshly cut hair, the same dark auburn as Lucien's, making him look even more menacing.

Lucien cleared his throat. “No. Just Elain asking when we’d be done.”

Eris rolled his eyes while one of the twins snickered. “As I was saying . . .”

Lucien snatched his phone as soon as Eris had turned his back, hastily typing out a reply to his girlfriend.

Naughty girl.

Her reply was lighting fast.

Just for you.

Fuck. Shifting in his seat, he tried to rearrange himself so one of brothers wouldn’t glance over and figure out what exactly Elain was sending him. His phone vibrated again.

How much longer?

Lucien glanced up at Eris, checking the number of slides he’d gotten through. 56 of 95. Prick.

A long fucking time.

A frowny face appeared on his screen. Lucien thought that was end of it until a picture of Elain’s hand down those delicate panties appeared on screen. He fought a groan. How could her hand look so sexy?

Guess I’ll have to start without you.

Lucien swore under his breath.

Text me when you leave.

An emoji that was blowing a kiss appeared on his screen, and that was Lucien’s breaking point. Abruptly, he stood up, not caring if his brothers figured out where he was going or what he was going to do.

“Where the fuck are you going?” Eris demanded as Lucien grabbed his brief case.

“Emergency,” Lucien lied. “Elain needs me.”

“The fuck she does,” he growled. “Lucien, don’t you walk out that door.” But Lucien was already gone, slamming the board room door behind him. Eris could yell at him tomorrow. Tonight, he needed to get home before Elain had her first orgasm.

It was the quickest drive from his workplace to his apartment that he’d ever made. He’d probably run three red lights and did twenty over the speed limit. Thankfully, he hadn’t run into any police. Pushing the front door open, he found Elain plopped on the couch scrolling through her phone, his shirt still wrapped around her. Her eyes widened as he stepped through the door, hair still an unbound mess. Those brown eyes followed him as he tugged off his suit jacket.

“I thought you said your meeting was going to run long?” she said breathily.

“You are a menace,” he hissed as he loosened his tie and pulled it over his head, careful not to get it caught on his ponytail. “I left early.”

“But Eris-”

“Can keep his fucking mouth shut.”

He was on her in two strides, leaning over her, one of his hands rest on the back of the leather couch while the other found purchase on the arm. Elain gasped.

“What are you looking at?” he asked, nodding towards her phone.

“I was . . . Lucien,” she breathed as he started to trial kisses down her exposed neck. It arched so prettily for him.

He nipped lightly at the skin there. “You were what?”

“I was looking for something.”

She was looking for a video was more like it. No doubt, she probably intended to send him the link to show him exactly what she was using to get off. Well, they had no need for that, at least not tonight. Gently, Lucien slipped the phone from her fingers and tossed it to the other end of the couch.

“Pretty,” he hummed as his finger traced the edges of those flowers on her bra. He could already see her nipple beginning to get hard underneath the fabric. Swiftly, he bent the fabric and popped her gorgeous tit out. Lucien always marveled at how soft her skin was and how perfect she always looked. Now was no different, with one of her breasts popped out, her hair a mess, her eyes hooded with lust, and wearing his shirt. He truly was the luckiest man in the world.

“Thank you,” she moaned as her head fell back to rest against the back of the couch. Lucien took the opportunity to wrap his lips around her nipple. Her back arched, nipple hardening under his tongue, and he enjoyed the pleasure that settled over her face. Then he dropped to his knees. Elain looked slightly disappointed as he spread her legs apart. He smirked up at her. She shouldn’t expect him to be patient after what she’d sent to him this evening. Not bothering to try and take her underwear off, he simply slid them to the side and fixed his mouth over her clit.

“Holy fuck,” she whispered as her eyes went wide and her back arched.

Lucien was unable to stop the smile that slid over his face.

Elain tasted as sweet as she looked; he always wanted to compare her to honey, but that seemed an overly sweet comparison. There was a hint of spice there as well. And damn, if Lucien didn’t lap at it like he was a dying man in a dessert. His tongue pushed into her, pressing against the top of her walls, while his hands wrapped around her hips to keep her in place.

“Lucien,” she whined as he ignored in clit.

He hummed against her.

“That’s not fair,” she said.

He pulled away from her slightly. “Not fair that you sent me all those texts during that meeting either. Eris was livid when I left.”

Elain pouted. “Eris likes me. He won’t mind that much.”

Lucien very much doubted that. Instead of answering her, he swiped his tongue up her center, once, twice. Elain squirmed under his hold, trying to press her hips up to meet his tongue.

“Nuh huh, we can’t have that,” he teased, tightening his grip on her hips. “Don’t you want to be a good girl for me and hold still?”

“I want to cum,” she pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. It was cute. His shirt was falling off one of her shoulders, bearing her pretty collar bone to him. Her breasts pressed into her arms, one more covered than the other creating a beautiful contrast. He wanted to stand up and fuck her right now. Lucien couldn’t ignore her insolence though.

With a wicked grin, he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard. Elain’s fingers gripped the roots of his tied back hair. The pain pulled a moan from his lips. He was almost sure that Elain was saying some version of ‘fuck me,’ but he couldn’t be bothered to decipher the words that she managed to to form between her moans. All that mattered right now was the way she tasted against his tongue.

Lucien chanced a glance up at her, though that glance might very well make him cum in his pants. To his delight, she’d not bothered with taking the bra off and instead popped her other breast out of it. He sucked harder as she pinched one of her nipples, causing a moan to fall from her lips. He never tired of that sound. Gently, he ran his tongue up soft clit before cruelly sucking her into his mouth again.

“Lucien, Lucien,” Elain said, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Please, please, I want-”

“I know what you want,” he said. He replaced his tongue with his fingers, gently stroking her clit. “I’ve known what you wanted since you decided to text me during a work meeting.”

“Please.”

“Do you know what it was like?” he asked, slowing the movement of his fingers. “To be teased like that and be able to do nothing about it?”

“Lucien.” Elain looked so pretty when she said his name like that.

“Don’t you think you deserve to know what that’s like? Since you did it to me?”

“No. Please. I want-”

Elain screeched as he reattached his lips to her clit. Her hips bucked into his palms as he pushed her back into the couch. He felt her legs shaking against the sides of his head as she fell part around his mouth. Quick a fox, Lucien unwrapped a hand from her hip and pressed two of his fingers into her. She was still pulsing as she rode out her orgasm. The feeling would have brought Lucien to his knees if he were not there already. Roughly, he pressed his fingers upward and found the swollen bud that he was looking for. Elain trembled against him.

Lucien felt like he was drowning in her — all he could feel was her pussy clenching around his fingers as he a roughly finger fucked. Her taste was still flooding his tongue as he savagely sucked at her. Glancing up, he noticed that her hands had stopped messaging her breasts and were instead pressing into the cushion of the couch as she squeezed her eyes shut. She’d stopped moaning seeming unable to make any more noise. This was where he wanted to die, he decided, on his knees with his face buried between Elain’s legs.

“Lucien.”

“Say it,” he mumbled against her.

“I’m coming.”

And she did, clenching hard around his fingers. He worked her through it, his fingers sliding eagerly inside her as he pressed the flat of his tongue into her clit. Elain had lost control of her hips at some point during the orgasm and was rubbing herself shamelessly against his face. It had to be the sexist thing she’d ever done.

Lucien pulled his mouth away from her as his fingers picked up speed.

“One more time, love,” he pleaded. “Just once more. For me.”

“Lucien,” she cried, pushing herself toward him.

“Please.”

“Can I?”

Her hand lingered in the air between them, pretty pink nails catching the light.

Lucien nodded.

Blowing out a breath, Elain rocked forward, her hand finding her clit while she rested her forehead against his own. Gently, Lucien caught her bottom lip between his own, a stark contrast to the way his fingers were fucking her. Elain muttered his name before pressing her lips against him.

“Come on, baby,” he muttered, his other hand coming up to cup her face. “You’re almost there. I can feel you.”

“Lucien,” she said.

Her hips bucked roughly into his hand as he pressed against her only to drag his fingers slowly back against her. That proved to be her undoing. She came loudly with his name falling from her lips. Her body went completely still before she was writhing against him again, more violently this time. There was nothing so beautiful as Elain Archeron when she came.

Lucien gently pulled his fingers from her pussy before grabbing her face and kissing her face roughly. Her hair fell around them like curtain, and a smile pressed against his lips.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he told her.

Elain hummed, reaching for his belt.

“Not right now,” he said, easily avoiding her fingers.

“But-”

“We will, but later.” To make a point, he ran his finger lightly over her sensitive clit.

Elain shivered violently and let out a loud whine.

“Later,” he said again. Lightly, he kissed her jaw. “What do you want to eat?”

“Mac and cheese?”

Lucien chuckled. He should have guessed since it was her favorite. Swiftly, he stood up and started toward the kitchen.

“Lucien,” Elain said as she reached out and grabbed his wrist. “I love you.”

Grinning, Lucien bent down and lightly pecked her lips. “I love you, too, Elain.”

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