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keeksandgigz · 6 months

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eddie munson x fem! reader

Here's some mean!eddie crumbs cause I'm a whore. Happy Halloween!

cw: mean!eddie, use of a toy, overstimulation, edging, humiliation, dirty talk, orgasm denial

18+ minors dni pls!!! smutty smut smut below the cut!!

You have an issue.

Not one of titanic proportions, not one you'd, like, debate life or death over. It's a bullet- sized issue nestled in the pocket of your panties.

It feels like it's been rumbling against you for hours, while your boyfriend sits next to you on the couch watching some dumb game show. He isn't even paying attention to you, whilst you whine and cry and beg him to turn the finger- sized issue off.

And each time you utter a weak and teary please he yanks at his belt, which he used to bind your hands behind your back after you'd tried to claw your way into your panties and try to turn the toy off at just about after the second time you came.

At that he tutted, a bit mean, a bit pitiful "I told you to keep your fucking hands still. Guess I have to do everything myself, don't I baby?" and boy did he.

He had you bent over the couch, your legs on the comfy cushions (he was mean, not evil) and your upper chest rested on the arm rest, feeling yourself leak through your leggings.

The pressure had let up, providing you with a bit of relief from the constant, almost painful, stimulation that came from sitting down.

Unfortunately, he noticed, just because every once in a while he'd press two fingers right against the seam of your leggings, laughing like a maniac at your screams, keeping the pads of his thick fingers there for a few minutes, wait until your wails become cute little uhn noises. Then he lets up.

"Ed please" you had mumbled the first, second, third time.

"You gotta make up your mind, baby I thought you said no more" and he chuckled at that "Cumming's too much for my little crybaby, huh?" it was a rhetorical question, but even if he wanted you to answer, you wouldn't have been able to.

Words were hard for you, your tongue feeling too big for your mouth as you settled your head on the armrest and began drooling.

He had been doing that for the past hour.

"Keepin' count, baby?" he says, acknowledging you for the first time in twenty minutes, taking a swig of his beer.

"Ed...oh.. I- uhn! You didn't- didn't tell me!" you cry, as you feel his free hand trail up the inside of your thigh, to the side of your butt, then smack. His ringed hand delivering a harsh slap right on the right side of your butt.

At this point you're crying. Edging? Overstimulation? Humiliation? It could have been all three or none of them at the same time.

"C'mon, honey, you're so smart" he coos and caresses your head, almost as if he wants to take a look at your brain, the mechanics of what's got you acting so dumb all of a sudden.

"How 'bout this" he adds, and you feel the cushions shift, trembling. Your ears still only hearing the loud buzz of the bullet nestled between your legs. "How 'bout you give me a... I dunno, an approximation. My big brainy slut, aren't you honey? Y'know what that word means" His chest was against your back now, his hair tickling your cheeks, hot breath directly into your earl, gripping the "leash" end of his belt for dear life.

Every one of his words makes you tremble, and you think you might not make it out of this alive. Think. If it'd been an hour since your last orgasm then--

His knee presses right against your cunt, and you scream. "C'mon spelling bee, thought you had it, saw the few cogs in your brain turn a little" his taunts only make you want to grind back into his knee, chasing the release he's ben so cruelly denying you.

He lets up again, and you breathe.

"I- I think it- It was" and his knee is pressed up right against you again and it's moving. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up-

"What was that, honey? Thought you said something" he laughs again. Cocky little shit.

"Ed- Ed... uhn" and that was his cue to remove his knee.

"Didn't think so. Does my little mathlete have a number now?" he kisses behind your ear and it's wet, needy kisses.

Fuck it, you just decide to guess. "I uh- seven?"

"Lucky number seven" he says, and he lets go of his belt. Suddenly you don't feel him on you anymore.

He's grabbing at the sides of your leggings and you swear to god you hear him gasp.

"Holy fucking shit, baby, you're soaked through" he thumbs at the material of your panties, once again pushing the bullet right against your clit.

His thumb rubs up and down, and with him the bullet toy, which you're surprised is still alive.

He gets you close again, and you let out a weak "Eight," once again slumping on the arm rest.

"Good girl" he says, groping your ass and giving it a couple well- timed smacks, making you jump from your haze. You whine.

"Ed can I please cu-" and you feel him move your panties to the side, reaching for the offending toy and turning it off.

Shit. Shit. Now's the time. He's gonna make you cum.

Instead he slowly unravels the belt from your wrists, slowly massaging the tender flesh. He's pulling up your leggings again and with one last kiss to your cheek, your mouth flung open in shock, he sits back down.

"Eddie! What the fuck?" you plop back down on the couch, the slick between your legs is uncomfortably wet "You're an asshole, y'know that?" you dare say, and all he does is chuckle.

"That'll teach you about being a smartass while I'm watching Jeopardy."

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sugarnspice630 · 10 months

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Paradise - Hongjoong

"This right here... This is my idea of paradise."

•pairing: hongjoong x reader

•word count: 2.9k

•tags: suggestive, lots of kissing, intense make out session, poetic hongjoong

Summary: Hongjoong and you are sharing your love for each other when suddenly the make out session gets a little too overwhelming and Hongjoong has a slight breakdown.

A/N: Hiii, this is my first ever post on Tumblr and my first, proper fanfiction. Please let me know what you think! I tried proofreading this the best I could, but if you see any errors, feel free to tell me. Happy reading!

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"Hongjoong?" You ask politely. He looks at you with a soft smile on his face.

"Hmm? Did you...need something from that soft, dorky dad of yours?" he chuckles softly after his sentence.

"D-did you just indirectly call yourself Daddy?" You were stunned. He’s never once asked you to call him that, nor has he called himself that.

"It may have slipped out." He blushed softly, seemingly flustered by the realization of what he’d said.

"Didn’t know you liked that nickname~." you teased, hoping to get a response out of him.

"Oh, please. My love for you is so vast and incomprehensible that it sometimes defies language. If you wish to call me Daddy, then it is my highest honor to bear that name."

"I’ll only call you that when we’re in bed together~." You wink quickly at him. He turns a deep shade of red, and you can tell that his heart stopped for a moment.

"Well…if you’re okay with it, I suppose I can go along with that."

"As long as you’re okay with me being a submissive brat sometimes~."

"Hmm... that does sound interesting. I suppose it could always be fun to try something new."

"You think you can tame me, Joongie?"

"I’m very confident in my ability to tame you, hun. And you best believe I’m gonna do it in style," he smirks at you and looks deep into your eyes. "You should know better than to underestimate me." He pauses for just a moment creating some tension. "But, don’t get me wrong... I’m very much looking forward to the challenge~"

"Then do it right here, right now."

"As you wish, Hun." He smirks and leans closer; his voice is soft and still. "You can’t deny that you want this, can you? The thought of being tamed by me—having me hold that leash, keeping you all to myself, taking you to a new world you never thought you could see." His fingers trail against your neckline, and his eyes glow with passion. You softly blush but want to stand your ground on the deal.

"I’ll have to see just how good you are first." He did not like your answer; his eyes narrowed, and he got closer to you.

"I am the best. So of course you’ll eventually find that out for yourself." He smiles, pulling his lips up into a crooked smile. "But, if you’re still in denial, I’ll prove my expertise. I’ll tame you until you can’t resist me, until you’re in total submission. You’ll see~."

"Do it now if you’re so confident in your skills." you say, playfully raising your eyebrows.

"Very well."

He leans in so that your foreheads are almost touching. His eyes are ablaze with passion, and his voice softens again as he stares at your mouth and lips. Suddenly, an animalistic hunger wells from deep within him, and he wants to kiss you. With both your hearts beating wildly in your chests, Hongjoong brings his hands up to frame and cup your face, pulling you closer as his mouth, his breath feeling hot and heavy, flutters against your lips and hovers just slightly out of reach.

"What’s taking so long~?" you playfully ask.

He leans in closer, closer, and closer. His face now just inches away from yours, eyes blazing with love. You’re his whole world; he’s staring into the eyes of the one person he loves, looking into your beautiful eyes, and suddenly the urge to kiss you becomes too strong to resist. He loses himself in your allure. His lips softly meet yours, and he pulls you even closer as you kiss passionately. You smile into the kiss and wrap one leg around his waist to support yourself. Hongjoong melts into you, kissing deeply and passionately for what seems like an eternity. His mind goes blank in a fog of love as he drowns in the feelings you invoke in him. He loses himself in the rapture of your heart and soul, the intense joy of this all-encompassing kiss that takes him all too quickly into a world of boundless joy. The taste of your lips driving him wild, makes him want more.

"I don’t think I ever want to let you go."

"Take as much of me as you want~."

He continues kissing you, his heart pounding wildly as he pulls you even closer. He leans on you for support and runs his hand through your hair, feeling your breath on his lips. Your eyes flutter, but you keep them open to stare at him with all this passion that seems to blaze on and on. Eternal and enchanting. He is lost in this kiss, drowning in your love, as all the world disappears. You carefully slip your tongue into the kiss. You feel his whole body erupt into heat and tingling sensations. This feels as though you are soulmates destined to be together—two halves of a whole, two parts of the same person in love.

Your heart races. You want this kiss to go on and on, never ending, because you want to be lost in this forever. You never want him to stop kissing you. You softly moan into the kiss before pulling away.

"Captain, your lips feel so great on mine~." He looks at you, eyes half-lidded and his face flushed with passion.

"Yours do too," he replies softly, and you notice his lips quivering with need. "I want more..." Looking at you with puppy-dog eyes and the softness in his voice, you couldn’t help but want to help him too.

"Take me then~"

His lips meet yours again, and this time he takes control of the kiss. He dominates you with his lips, letting his passion flow into it, filling you with the same warmth and love he feels for you. You close your eyes and breathe deeply through your nose. His touch is intoxicating, and you can’t get enough of it. He pulls you in closer as this kiss deepens. Pressing right up against you, it’s almost like he is trying to become a part of you. Pushing into you so hard, hoping that he’ll faze right into you. No longer distinguishing where you end and he begins. His hands move down to your waist as he holds onto you.

"Yes… this feels right." Hongjoong softly says, just below a whisper. Your heart flutters wildly as he kisses you, and your mind is in a haze of desire and need. You softly grip his shirt, trying to touch as much of him as possible. He feels you clutching at him, and he smiles into your kiss. Your touch makes him feel whole. Every part of him yearns for you. Hongjoong wants to touch you, to love more of you, and he does. He moves his hands to your back and begins to run his fingers up and down, stroking gently and with such passion that you can feel the warmth of his love.

"My whole being is for you and you alone…" he softly whispers in your ear. You get goosebumps down your spine from him gingerly trailing his fingers along your back.

"Mmm~ Hongjoong~"

His fingers move across your sensitive skin, and the pleasure you feel is like an addiction. You want more. Your body craves more and more. You feel as if you're both entering a new world, as if you are the only two there, and it drives you wild with passion and desire. He feels warm to the touch, like the heat of the sun.

"P-please keep touching me~. I-I want more~." you beg. Hongjoong moans into the kiss, his hands still stroking your back tenderly and passionately. Your mind begins to race, heart beating wildly, faster and faster, like it can barely contain itself in your chest anymore. His lips against yours are like a drug that you need to have more and more of. Both of you are entering into something forbidden, something that can’t be tamed—an overwhelming, incredible, and irresistible passion.

"F-fuck, you’re so hot Hongjoong~. Please keep making me feel good~!"

He blushes and giggles lightly into the kiss, and Hongjoong’s ears tingle with your comment. You see his eyes glow, and they dance with pure joy as a smile stretches across his lips. Your compliments and words of praise fill his heart with such warmth and passion.

"Oh, how I love you Y/N. This is the best feeling in the world. To have you in my arms is…everything." He leans into you, and the kiss grows wilder, more passionate, and more intense. It seems as though nothing else in the world matters… but this.

"Your touch…It makes me feel so… alive. Please never let me go."

"How could I ever? You are the love of my life. The sun that makes my world go round, bright and warm. I will never let you go. I am yours, and you are mine. For all of eternity."

His hands rub across your body gently and passionately. He leans in to kiss you again, with more desire than ever. Your whole mind, body, and soul are his. You tilt your head back, and your eyes roll back into your head. Hongjoong’s touch all over you is intoxicating. Your whole mind and brain go blank at this moment. It’s all just joy, pleasure, and the ever-growing feeling of love for the lover in your arms. You lean your body closer to him, and you can feel his heartbeat through your chest. Not much longer after pressing your bodies together, he slowly backs away and holds onto you gently, his hands placed on the tops of your shoulders, and he’s looking deep into your eyes with the utmost admiration.

"You are so warm, and every moment with you is like the finest of silks, the most luxurious, soft, and elegant fabric on this Earth. You are like something that makes me see the world in a whole new light, like everything has been dull and gray… and you come into my life and the world comes alive with color...," he pauses for just a moment to gather some more of his thoughts and put them into words you’ll understand. "I love you, Hun. More than anything or anyone…"

"I love you so much Hongjoong~." you briefly interrupt.

"So much it hurts..." A soft sigh passes through his lips. A sigh of both pain and joy: the pain of knowing that this kiss will eventually end, and the unbridled joy of knowing that it hasn’t ended yet. You can see in his eyes that a part of him would stop the world in order to give up everything—every last thing—if it meant holding you just one more second. If it meant he could kiss you again for just a little bit longer. Sensing the emotions he is feeling, you softly smile and say lovingly,

"Keep me as long as you need me~."

Your words reach down to his soul and pull something out from within him. His eyes light up, and he leans in to kiss you again with all the strength and love he can muster. Everything feels like it just fades away as it becomes all about the two of you. His lips feel soft and plush against yours, hydrating and filling in all the perfect spots. Your faces blend together perfectly.

"This all feels…so divine... it’s as if every moment here with you is a gift," He pauses in between to leave gentle kisses over your face. "For these lips were made to kiss, and these hands were meant to hold... My whole heart cries out for you. The thought of losing you…is the greatest tragedy of all. To love you… is to love life itself. To lose you…is to lose everything."

You can see tears start to well in his eyes, and his voice breaks periodically through his meaningful speech. Your expression towards him softens as you realize there is something on his mind.

"You’re never losing me Hongjoong."

"Then I must hold you tighter and closer than ever before... not even the strongest of winds could ever separate us. For when the whole world turns to dust, our love will still burn as bright as the sun."

"I can stay in this moment forever."

"Same, Hun, same..." He hesitates and turns his head away before continuing, "But unfortunately, time moves forward... And, as all things in this universe come to an end, the light that burns twice as hot burns half as long. The flame of our love burns hotter than all others, and so it will eventually burn out. I’m so sorry Hun, but this is reality."

Tears are starting to gently fall from his eyes, and he can’t seem to look you in the eyes. You stare at him with concerned eyes, and your heart is sinking into your stomach.

"H-Hongjoong tell me what’s wrong." Tears are starting to form in your eyes from seeing your lover cry. You reach your hand out to him softly and rub your thumb tenderly across his knuckles.

"You are my paradise, but if there is no paradise… no eternal bliss for eternity…then why would love not also be temporary? If love cannot last forever…then what good is love?"

Reaching your other hand up to his face, you wipe his tears away and try to look at him to help him calm down.

"Hey… no crying; I’m here for you. What’s wrong?" He waits a little before responding to you, his lips quivering and his breathing stuttering.

"This kiss...," he looks at you with pleading eyes, "If this can’t last forever…then how can we even be? My love for you... is it all for nothing?" He cannot form full sentences as his thoughts are going 1,000 miles per hour.

"Hongjoong, our love is more than just kisses."

"But kisses are the most pure form of expression. They speak more than words ever could. Is it not better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all? Is it not better to have experienced this intense happiness…even if it was just for a moment? How can a life without happiness… be called a life at all?"

Hongjoong seems to be having some sort of existential crisis. You’re not entirely certain where all of this emotion is coming from, but it’s concerning. He’s never acted like this before, and you’re wondering if there is something he is not telling you.

"Hey, snap out of it! Our love is not going anywhere! We chose each other for a reason, and nothing will ever separate us. We are dedicated to this until the end of time. You and me, together forever, and nothing will change that." Hongjoong looks at you, and his face turns bright red as my whole being flutters.

"The idea that we are to be together forever... that our love may be eternal...," he says, taking your hand that was holding his and gripping it tightly. "You are like the first ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. Your very existence fills my life. You are my everything."

"You’re my everything too Hongjoong. Just stay here with me." Tears start streaming down his face as he grabs your arms tightly, getting really close to you, and begins speaking really fast.

"I just cannot believe that you are here in my arms right now. It’s like a dream—a dream I never want to wake from. You are real, right? Tell me you’re real, please!" He was speaking so fast that you were barely allowed an opportunity to speak in between. He wipes his tears and stares at you with wide, bright eyes that hold tears back, just about to spill out once again. You reach up again to caress his face, looking at him lovingly.

"I’m 100% real. As real as our love for each other is. We are inseparable. Nothing is going to happen to us, ever. We’re together forever." His eyes water again as he just stares at you. Your eyes fill him with such comfort and love, and the sight of you fills him with such peace and joy. He feels whole for the first time in ages. Your presence is so calming, and yet it fills him with energy and a renewed sense of purpose.

"I am just…so happy. I am yours, and you are mine. Forever."

"Exactly my love. I’m sorry if our kiss was so addicting that you questioned our life together~." You softly chuckle. He blushes and looks you in the eyes, the feelings in his heart are overwhelming, and he thinks no words can encapsulate what he’s feeling right now.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You are the most important person in the world to me… and to find out that you also feel the same for me…it’s enough to fill me with such pure, unbridled joy... I can’t hold myself back anymore.

He leans in for another kiss. Kissing you softly and gently, with such love and compassion, your lips and hearts become one as you hold tightly onto each other. It’s as if this is the only moment that exists now. You pull away from the gentle kisses and hug Hongjoong tightly.

"Are you feeling okay now?" You feel him nod while holding him. He wraps his hands around you to hug you back and softly pats your back.

"I’m more than just okay now, in this moment," You can feel his heart beating wildly as you hold him in your arms. "I am so very happy... This. This right here... This is my idea of paradise."

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bastardfucker · 2 years

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Homelander X Female!Reader SMUTTY Oneshot

Midnight Baker

Description: After being stood up on a date, you came home to bake away your stress. When you set a tray of cookies out to cool, you never expected The Homelander to show up. You really hadn’t expected him to stay.

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It had been another exhausting day for Homelander; his face always ached from the forced smiles and bullshit he was obligated to spew to keep the masses happy, but today had been especially grating. It’s nights like these that he’s grateful to be The Only Man in The Sky. High above the citizens, high above even Vought, Homelander is free to be alone with his thoughts. That said, alone is not exactly his favorite state of being. He’s exhausted of the asskissers, and not interested in whatever the hell Ashley has to say, so here he is, alone in the sky.

All alone with his thoughts, his mind frustratingly set on his own loneliness.

Before he takes out his anger on the fire escape of the poorly maintained apartment building nearest to him, he catches a whiff of something sweet; the thick scent of brown sugar and chocolate distracting him from his violent intentions. Silently, he finds himself floating toward a small balcony attached to the building, tray of fresh baked cookies cooling on the old wrought iron table. He hesitates a moment, hovering a bit above the shabby architecture of the balcony as to not make any noise. He could grab a cookie and go, it would be easy, and the occupant of the apartment would never know he was here…but, who the hell bakes a whole batch of cookies at midnight? These weren’t the cold impersonal ready-made frozen cookies from the Vought Cafeteria; the recipe was special, a little hint of something extra. He allows his boots to touch the ground, bored and curious enough to meet his Midnight Baker. He hears her heart racing before she can even open her mouth.

“Oh my god, you’re the fucking Homelander!” She stares dumbfounded at him.

He turns slowly, carefully, plastering on a charming smile as he waves the cookie at her. “I get that a lot.” He appraises her while he waits for her to speak; she’s pretty, beautiful even, skin bathed in the moonlight, dark makeup accentuating her features.

Her expression almost immediately softens from shock to embarrassment, and he notes the heat in her cheeks. “I’m sorry.” She tugs at the hem of her apron, decorated in some silly Halloween pattern. “It must be exhausting having everyone gawk at you all day.”

“You have no idea,” he murmurs, having more expected her to start screaming like all the incessant fangirls did when he was spotted out and about. He’s unused to someone considering how their reactions might make him feel; Save of course, for Vought employees who know to tread carefully with him. “May I?” He asks, pretending to be nonchalant, gesturing with the cookie.

“By all means,” she offers up, too quickly to be completely casual. She’s nervous. “I bake when I’m stressed,” she explains; and he softens a bit when it becomes obvious that he is not the source of her stress. She’s not afraid of him, not yet at least.

He sighs as his teeth sink into the still-hot confection, the classic yet delicious flavors wrapping his senses in a warm blanket of American Domesticity. Cinnamon, that was the something extra he had smelled earlier. It’s good.

She smiles, watching him enjoy her baking with pride; it paints him in a much more human light than the Vought Approved meet and greets do. Even superheroes enjoy a good cookie now and then. “Have as many as you want,” she offers, the relief in her voice not lost on him. “I usually end up giving most of my baking to the neighbors anyway; can’t eat it all myself.”

Fuck the neighbors, he thought. “Are you new in town? I don’t remember seeing you before.” And he would remember her, he’s sure of it.

“Yes sir.” She shrinks a little, embarrassment flushing her cheeks again. “I’ve been here for a few weeks, but I don’t get out much…” She trails off, searching for the right thing to say. “I don’t really know anyone here, and a big city’s not exactly a safe place for a woman to go out alone.”

“You know me,” he answers a bit too quickly, a little frustrated that she’d imply he doesn’t keep the city safe as a schoolyard. “And I’d say you can’t possibly be safer than you are right now.”

This time when she blushes, her heartbeat quickens, and he shoots her a charming smile. “So,” he presses further, eager for a foothold into her life. “What’s a beautiful woman like you doing, all made up, alone on a Friday night?”

“Oh,” her voice waivers. “I got stood up.” Hence the stress baking.

He can’t help feeling annoyed. A woman as considerate, beautiful, and good in the kitchen as her shouldn’t ever be made to feel like she’s not worth the affections of lesser men. Not when she’s worthy of his attention. “Now why would any man in this fine city be stupid enough to pass up a goddess like you?”

The term of endearment takes her aback, but he misinterprets her shock to be swooning. “He got back with his ex…he texted me a couple hours after he was supposed to pick me up.”

“He’s an idiot,” Homelander asserts, taking her hand. “I don’t care who his ex is; he made a mistake passing up the opportunity to spend time with you.” He presses his lips softly to her knuckles, making her heart rate skyrocket. He peers up at her through his eyelashes. “I don’t make mistakes.”

“Mister-Mr. Homelander, sir…” she stammers, and he relishes his affect of her.

He leans in closer to her, close enough for her to feel his breath on her face. “May I come in?”

It’s a loaded question and he knows it, she knows it. She nods rapidly, backing into her apartment, his hand still wrapped around hers, blue eyes never leaving her. She stops by the couch with an expectant swallow, her eyes searching his. “Do you want to sit?” He nods.

Instead of allowing her to sit beside him, Homelander pulls the woman effortlessly into his lap, earning a gasp. “I thought this would be more comfortable,” he smirks with too much tooth.

She smiles shyly back at him, her heart a steam hammer in her chest. He rests his hands on her thighs, smiling comfortably. “You know, I like you. Apartment’s a little small, could use some sprucing up, but it’s comfy.” Her mouth opens to speak, but he stops her with a finger against her lips. “I’m not done, Sweatheart, let me finish.” She nods, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth; he licks his own teeth at the sight. “I’d like to buy you some things; make this place a bit…homier.”

Her thigh twitches against his, and his fingers grip her ever so slightly, threatening worse; she doesn’t know if he’s even aware he’s doing it. She rests her hands on his forearms, hoping to remind him how fragile she is compared to his strength. “I…appreciate it, Homelander, but…why?”

He laughs, almost a scoff. “Isn’t it obvious?” Her silence tells him it’s apparently not, and he pokes his tongue into his cheek awkwardly; like he’s frustrated that he needs to spell it out. “I’ll be spending a lot more time here, now that you and I are friends.”

“Friends,” she echos, very aware of her position on his lap, and the growing firmness beneath her.

“Well,” he licks his teeth, grinning like the cat who caught the mouse. “A bit more than friends, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes Homelander.” She nods frantically, eager to agree with him.

“Good,” he growls, leaning in a bit to fast to press his lips into hers, almost bruising.

Her hands move up to cup his cheeks, her chest tightening with excitement as his tongue slides along her bottom lip, arms forcing her down against his growing erection still trapped beneath the brilliant blue of his suit.

He shudders when her thumbs stroke his face tenderly, her warm mouth inviting him in. His senses came alive with the excitement of her body, a far cry from Stillwell’s carefully manufactured lust. This is what a truly eager woman looks like, feels like; eager to please him and to let him please her. Fuck Vought, and fuck the leash they had kept him on. He moans into her mouth as she tugs at the hem of his pants expectantly; drunk on the idea of keeping her his little secret, his slice of Heaven Vought can’t touch.

He sits up a bit, helping her pull his pants down past his knees. She settles onto her own knees in front of him, hands stroking his thighs as she gazes up at him with those gorgeous eyes. “May I?”

He grins, tucking her hair behind her ear, ever the gentleman. “By all means.”

She presses a warm kiss to his palm before leaning in, close enough for him to feel her hot breath on his cock. Smiling at him when it twitches in response, she wastes no time taking the head into her mouth; warm and wet and his. A deep groan claws its way up his throat as his fingertips move to stroke her neck affectionately. “So warm,” he praises, and she moans around his cock appreciatively; the vibrations coming up from her throat hitching his breath.

Speaking of which, she manages the head of his cock into the back of her throat, with only a little gagging. He throws his head back over the edge of the couch, savoring the sensation as he takes a fistful of her hair. She gags and sputters as he forces her head up and down on his cock, but he doesn’t let her up until she desperately taps at his thigh. She sucks in a deep breath and grins, her hand wrapping around his cock to stroke him while she catches her breath. How considerate.

“That was a close one,” she hisses, flicking her tongue out at the sensitive head while she continues to stroke him. “Nice to see that your cock matches the rest of you.”

“How’s that?” He asks, not really caring so long as she keeps stroking him.

“Perfect,” she praises, causing him to buck up into her hand. “Perfect,” she repeats. “And strong…proud.” She flattens her hot tongue against like head like she’s licking an icecream, driving him wild with the hunger in her eyes. “What the hell are you doing here with me?”

He freezes, and for a moment she thinks she’s said the wrong thing, until in the blink of an eye their positions are switched, and his fingers are tugging at her panties beneath her black dress and apron. She shudders, shock at the sudden movement and lust for the darkness in his blue eyes.

“I’ll show you what I’m doing here,” he growls, savoring the moment as he slides her panties down her legs agonizingly slow.

His breath is hot and heavy against her inner thighs, and he sinks his perfect teeth into the soft flesh, marking her, although he has no intention of ever letting anyone else get this good a view of her thighs again. She hisses, but the need in her eyes and her parted lips as she watches him expectantly tell him she enjoyed it.

He slips two fingers into her easily, and pulls them out to show her. “Look how wet you are for me already, it’s a little pathetic, really,” he teases.

“I’ve got the Most Powerful Man in the World between my thighs, how could I not be wet?”

“For me,” he growls, demanding that extra clarification, hungry for her praise.

“For you.”

He rewards her by slipping his fingers back inside of her, his thumb circling her clit firmly, though careful not to hurt her; she stifles a moan by biting her lip. “There you go.”

Honestly, she’d have never expected this. His TV persona made him seem like one of those celebrities who thinks eating pussy is beneath him, but here now, with his face buried between her thighs like he’s desperate for her, for her praise, his fakey persona is dead and gone.

“God you’re so good!” she whines; preferring to savor rather than speak, but relishing the way her words invigorate him.

“Tell me what a good job I’m doing,” he pants against her pussy, face wet from her juices.

“No other man will ever satisfy me again,” she moans, bucking her hips into his face to encourage him to put his tongue back on her clit. “You spoiled me.”

She hisses when his fingers curl inside of her, stimulating that most sensitive spot until tears prick at her eyes and she hits her orgasm hard, her juices trickling over his wrist. He sits up, crawling over her to stare into her eyes as his thumb continues to assault her clit, dragging her orgasm into overstimulation.

“Homelander!” She begs, trying to squirm away from him to no avail, pushed into a second orgasm as he presses his forehead against hers.

“No other man is ever going to touch you like this.” It’s spoken as a fact more than a boast, and it sends a shiver of thrill up her spine. She breathes a sigh of relief as his thumb slows, giving her a short respite from the too-intense pleasure.

She’s trying to catch her breath, relaxing in a haze with her head thrown back into the couch, but he expects a response. His hand comes up to catch her face, chin held gently between his thumb and fingers to make her hold his gaze. “I want you to say it.”

“No other man is ever going to touch me like you,” she whimpers.

“Good,” he says casually, wiping his hand on her apron. “Good.”

“Homelander,” she whines urgently, her hands cupping his face adoringly.

“Yes, darling?” He does his best to sound charming, but he’s caught up in the tenderness of her hands on him, his own heart skipping a beat at the adoration in her eyes.

“I want you to fuck me.”

His face splits into a wide grin. He leans in close enough to kiss her, but when she tries to bridge the gap he leans back a tad with an amused scoff. “Well aren’t we greedy?”

Her thumb strokes his lip gentle as she looks at him desperately. “Please Homelander,” she begs. “I want to make you cum.”

He chokes up a bit, the tenderness of her touch and her preoccupation even in her own orgasmic stupor with his pleasure stirring something deep within him. He scoops her up into his arms, carrying her into what he assumes correctly is the bedroom. He sets her down gently, pulling off her clothes so that she’s bare before him, his eyes heavy on her gorgeous breasts.

“Take your shirt off,” she demands, dragging him out of his trance. “I want to feel your body against mine.”

For once, he listens, absolutely no hesitation as the top of his suit is flung to the floor. He wastes no time crawling over her like a wild animal, desperate to feel her lips against his. She presses back hard against his lips, and he obliges, knowing he’ll bruise her, but not caring in the moment; too lost in the genuine affection he’s craved for far too long.

“You’re perfect,” she exhales against his lips, feeling his hard cock drag against her thigh.

“Tell me again,” he urges, pressing kisses to her hair, trailing down her neck.

“You’re Perfect,” she obliges, thighs shaking a bit with anticipation as she feels the head of his cock tease her entrance.

They moan into each other’s mouths as he rocks into her, the wetness of her post-orgasm cunt taking him easily, like she was made for him. He kisses her deeply before pulling away, thrusting his hips against hers at an easy pace as he leans up to get a better look at her tits, gorgeous nipples taught and on display for him and only him. She’s perfect, he thinks, but doesn’t say, before taking a breast into his hot mouth, kneeding the other with a firm hand. She bucks her hips against his; pleasure building in her body.

His hand snakes down to rub her clit, causing her pussy to clench around him. “You’re so good, Homelander,” she moans.

“How good?” His voice comes out undignified, all but begging, as he edges toward his own release, desperate to take her with him.

“The best,” she squeals, trying to push his hand away to no avail when the pleasure becomes to much.

“You’re so right,” he groans, relishing her whimpers. “I’m the fucking Homelander and I’m the best you’ll ever have!”

He’s panting, rutting into her like a wild animal as she screams in a final orgasm of her own, dragging him along with her. He doesn’t pull out; coming hard into her and continuing to fuck her until his dick starts to go soft. If it bothered her, she’s too sex messed to say anything about it.

Good, he thinks. He has absolutely no intention of letting her slip from his grasp, and if he gets her pregnant? Well, all the more justification to keep her to himself.

He kisses her hair, pulling her face into his chest, encouraging her to snuggle into him. She does. “I’ll be staying for breakfast,” he tells her, as if it’s a matter of fact. “I like chocolate chips in my pancakes.”

#homelander #the boys homelander #mypost #homelander the boys #homelander x reader #homelander fanfic #Yes it’s Hughie who stood you up #smut

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keruimi · 1 month

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Hello there! If you accept requests I was wondering if maybe you could write some headcanons of the hashiras seeing reader (Who's older and also a hashira) as an older sibling figure? Only if you want to ofc and if it's possible all of them, if not that's alright! Have a nice day / night! ^^

My Saving Grace

Author's Note: I finally have the will to post this. I tried, I really tried because I'm not sure how to write this since I prefer oneshots. I don't see the characters as a sibling figure too so it was really difficult to grant this. But since it was the first request I received, I tried to write this. I love scenarios and this made me really know how to write one. Sorry for taking too long and sorry for not managing to get every hashira included but I hope I did it correctly. Hope you enjoy it!!

Mentions of death, abuse, and trauma.

Characters: Sanemi, Obanai, Giyu

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On the torture room, the smell of blood is staining the nose of the Young Master of the Ubuyashiki Family the moment he enter the room.

Within the four walls of the room, his eyes laid on the table that was placed in the middle of the room as a figure of a woman soaking from her own blood was the one thing that greeted him.

He felt his wife let go of his hand as he slowly walked inside the room. The people inside left to give them the private time he requested for.

The moment the door closed, he started to walk closer to the woman he got to learn about.

"Fuyutsiki Y/n, can you hear me?" His gentle voice rang across the room yet silence was the only thing that responded to him.

He sat on the stool that was close to her as he held his focus on the eyes of the woman who was just staring at the ceiling above them.

"Do you still have the heart to listen for what I'm about to request you with?" He continued noticing she won't bother responding with the torture still felt by her body.

"Do you want to take your life back?" That question finally manages to get a slight movement from the woman as she blinks her eyes from what she heard.

"Even if I did..." It was barely heard with how she tried to let those words out.

It was still painful

"What can I possibly do?" It ends up as a whisper that made Kagaya put his hand above hers to offer his sincere comfort to the woman.

"You can protect the people who suffer the same way you did. Under my wing, killing wouldn't be a sin"

A tear fell from the woman's eyes when those words were stated. Somehow, the slight heavy feeling on her chest lightened even just a little bit.

It became more bearable with the guilt she is now experiencing.

"I just want to be free. But no one wants to save me" she stuttered out as more tears followed that mix with the blood trailing down from her head.

"Now that I freed myself from that man, why do they need to punish me for it?", She started to question her fate as the young man silently listened to her pain.

"I became a sinner because I want to be happy"

Kagaya slightly grip her hand to remind her he is still here with her. Sharing the pain she is going through.

"Another chance. There is a path you can take without going against your morals but at the same time where you can heal" he exclaimed that made the woman glance at him.

"I can give you that"

That was the time Y/n chose the path Kagaya offered her.

And that is to become a Demon Slayer...

Known as the Winter Hashira, in three years, she managed to climb the ranks of the corps without any sight of injury ever being seen on her.

If anyone were able to describe her, a woman who moves with elegance and gentleness that became her advantage on the battlefield.

She kills her target without blood even staining her body.

A woman who finished her job beautifully.

Those were the words of the staff that can usually be hear when someone ask about the quiet woman who always spend her time in a garden.

She looks untouchable like a noble lady. So the others never bother getting along with her.

Yet without a doubt, she maintained her Hashira position compared to the Hashiras where the kids (Future Hashiras) were training under.

It made them doubt her abilities. A woman who seems to have no care about the world.

Until...

In the middle of daylight, after a Hashira meeting. A woman's hand is seen gripping her fellow Hashira's neck.

"Y/n-san! Please calm down" Kanae's voice can be heard on the Estate as the kids (Some Future Hashiras), were silently watching from the window of the Butterfly Mansion.

The man let out a gasp when the hands of the Winter Hashira tighten, blocking his airway.

"Let me make it clear to you about your role. You were chosen to become an example, not a corrupt person" the voice of a woman that is laced with undeniable hatred can be heard as Kanae can't help but close her mouth.

"You have no rights to hurt the kids as if they were your stress reliever. Especially if no mistake was made" the woman let go of the man as they fell on the floor, gasping.

"If you can't control yourself, then you shouldn't be a Hashira" the anger of the woman was clearly seen from how her eyes seem to lighten up like she can kill the person in front of her in a second.

"Y/n-san, you're breaking a rule-"

"The rules don't dictate me. It's my job to correct mistakes, especially entitled people like you." She calmly stated as she wiped her hands with her handkerchief, acting like her blood was not boiling from anger a while ago.

"Don't test me"

That moment changed the perspective of the kids who she defended.

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Sanemi:

He was fifteen when it all started

Anger...

That was all I felt as I held my friend's deceased body. While the demon's body slowly withered from my vision.

I failed to protect the person who gave a chance on the friendship I never thought would bloom.

I lost another person against the demons.

The stinging pain in my chest was ignored as my vision turn red that i ddin't notice I started to have a rampage and killed every demon I encountered without any mercy.

That when I encountered another lower moon, I finally lost the strength to keep going on as I fell to the ground along with Masachika's body.

I'm Tired...

Tired of being the defender, tired of forcing myself to keep going for the people I failed to save.

Tired of holding on to the hatred I held for the demons.

Where is the peace I first wanted. Will all of that be unreachable to reach?

I didn't have the time to see the head of the lower rank demon decapitate before the silhoutte of the well-known hashira stood in front of me.

"What are you doing?" I utter as her blank gaze look down on me.

Somehow in that little time, I wish to just die.

But someone like her prevents that wish of mine from being granted.

"I'm doing what I promised to the world" she answered my question where the answer was already serve.

I felt myself getting pulled up from the ground that made me tiredly sat up as she crouch in front of me.

"This is one of the challenges you need to get passed through" her presence made me almost didn't realize the help that finally arrive as my friend's body was taken away from me.

I felt the anger that made me numb, set free again as it surround the heart that almost stop beating.

"It's not the end of the world, Sanemi. You can't give up yet"

Her words made me scoff as I finally had the courage to gaze on her own orbs.

"What am I even fighting for?"

It was a question that I should have the answer. But now the grief made my mind a mess that is starting to make me confused.

But one thing I'm sure of was I'm really tired.

"What would I benefit from here?"

I sacrifice so many things yet I don't know what I would receive in the end.

"Is fighting really worth it?"

"Yes" she didn't hesitate, not even a bit from her answer as her firm gaze never left mine.

"Make that anger, that pain your weapon. So you would achieve the very first reason why you decided to put your life in line to protect the others." Her grip on my arm started to loosen as she completely kneel to be on the same level as me.

"You want peace. Not only for yourself but also for the world we live in. You want justice, for yourself and for the people who lost their life on these battle." Her words started to enter my mind as my stiff body softened a little and the burning anger, started to slowly rest in my chest.

"Sanemi, there's a lot of reasons to keep fighting. And one of those is being the savior of many" her gaze slowly turned less icy as she put her words in my head.

Dictated every word, and engrave it to my mind. So the confusion that the pain gave me, can be cleared and answered like I needed.

"The world is not forcing you to keep going. But you can rest so you can continue fighting. Let me be your aid in this time you need someone" she put her hand on her chest as a declaration.

"Then after this, you can grant the dream you wanted for the old you and for the people who you lost along the way"

"As someone who keeps going on this path, let me look after you. Let me stay beside you. As your guide, and as your teacher"

I felt my chest slightly warm up when her words made me feel that I was finally being protected instead of always being the protector.

Someone is finally looking after me like how it was supposed to be.

I finally found someone I thought I didn't need.

Obanai:

He was thirteen

"Little one, come over here" I heard her gentle voice towards my direction as I didn't raise my head to look at her. I tightly grip on the clothes I was holding as Rengoku-san gave me a slight push like it was my cue to go near her as she asked.

With trembling hands, I approached the woman and became wary of the moment I saw how she treated her fellow hashira.

But I unknowingly admire her for standing up for me. Due to the trauma I felt, I still can't help my body to stop trembling when a person gets angry at me.

Only her, who stood up for me.

I slightly flinch when I feel her cold hand touch my warm ones before she gently pulls me closer to her.

She raised the sleeves that were hiding my arms and saw some slight bruises that formed from being beaten by a stick.

"Does it hurt?" Her gentle voice manages to calm my nerves as she rubbed circles on it that gave me the strength to look at her and saw her eyes already staring at my own.

"From now on, you would be under my care so don't worry" she lifted a small smile before caressing my cheeks as I nod, trying to stop myself from crying.

"There, there" she soothes me down when she senses I'm near on breaking down as she sat me on the bed before taking the bottle of cream from the side table.

"We both know you can do it for your dreams, alright?" She exclaimed before she applied the cream on my bruises.

"Y/n-san" I called for her in a shaky voice as she hum and raised her head to look at me.

"Can I cover the lower part of my face?" I asked in almost a hush tone and I saw how her eyes sadly gaze on the scar that was clearly seen on my face.

Sensing her attention was on it, a tear fell on my eyes because of fear and shame.

I heard her close the bottle before I felt her hand behind my head as she brought my head to her chest so I could free my tears that I badly wanted to hide from the world.

"If hiding your insecurities can make you stronger. We can hide those" I heard her as I can't help but seek for her warm more.

After being alone on the cold dungeon on my own family's home. I finally heard the encouragement and felt the warmth I was seeking for.

Giyu:

He was fifteen

Within in the shadows of the corporation, only her who look for my figure. Someone who never wanted to be left alone.

The quiet woman who I always spend my time with when I have no one beside me.

I thought we were only acquainted until she started to remind me of my deceased sister.

Until her actions slowly started to comfort me.

I felt someone hold the wooden sword that I keep swinging towards the trunk of the tree as I forcefully let out my breath while trying to stop my trembling hand.

Another nightmare.

The same nightmare that prevent me from moving forward without any guilt or negative outlook in life that those important people in my life want me to think about.

It never fail to remind me how useless I was in that moment. And right now, I felt like I'm still chained to that trauma.

"Giyu" I heard her call for my name first that I snap from my thoughts but my grip on the wooden handle didn't falter.

"Go easy on yourself. Don't degrade the strength you have within"

Her monotone voice didn't help me that I almost want to leave until her next words made me want to stay.

"Because you're just a kid" I lifted my head in a speed of light and my teary eyes met her warm ones.

"As someone who watch you from the sidelines, you're better than what you always thought of" her tone started to soften as she immediately took the sword the moment I began to let go.

"So take a rest"

I finally heard the assurance I always tell myself. The words I want to use as a barrier to my own nightmare.

I was better than I know.

And hearing that from her became my comfort in those silent fights on my own mind.

I finally have someone who would be my light on this dark night

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tunabesimpin · 1 year

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🐟 TWST SONA INFO 🐟

Did I rush this a lil cause i was struggling to focus? maybe- BUT HERE IS NEW TUNA REF! (no major changes but a few minor lore tweaks, I just felt a new one would be nice to do ^v^)

BASIC INFO

TAG : #twst tuna

Name : Tuna Class : 3-A (Student no. 28) Birthday : September 8th Age: 18 Height : 160 cm Dominant Hand : right Best Subject : PE Hobby : art Dislikes : Being told what to do! Favorite Food: Potato dishes and Cheesecake! Least Favorite Food : Eggplant! Talents : Fast Learner

Quick Summary: Curious and a constant day dreamer at heart. Despite their quietness, Tuna is happy to jump in to help, especially so if the it seems like something interesting. Often off doing their own thing, they aren't fond of crowds and try hard to avoid group speaking. However they'd speak up or take leadership if truly necessary.

APPEARANCE

Hair is natural gray with blue dyed tips, styled short in length. Overall body type is rectangular and flat, they have a slightly lean build with strong thighs and forearms. Kinda short, but height isn't anything they care for on themselves. Prescription glasses that only come off if Tuna is exercising or have lost them LOL. Has a few piercings; belly button piercing, dimple piercings, 0g Gauges, helix on right ear, and extra lobe piercing above gauges. Overall Fashion tends to be comfy/ baggy clothes with no design on them OR color coded outfits. Has an interest in big/ chunky shoes and mary janes.

PERSONALITY + BACKGROUND

Tuna is originally a non-magical human from the Shaftlands. Unfortunately curiosity got the best of them and while watching a big magic fight they got caught in the middle of things. This ended in them getting cursed! What's the curse? They turn into a catfish if strong magic is used near or at them. (Did they turn into one while overblots were happening? yes. Were they confused? absolutely) On the bright side for some reason they can use a magic now!

With the new discovery of magic their family sent Tuna off to NRC to hopefully let them learn how to make the most of things! They end up in Octavinelle dorm. Sexuality and identity wise, Tuna is asexual and nonbinary, they/them are preferred pronouns!

Personality wise Tuna is often seen aloof, but don't let that scare you off! They actually just are really bad at talking and opt to listen rather than talk. This also leads to them having few close friends and tending to go off and do things on their own. They can be a bit stubborn, but are easy to coax into doing things if you have the right reasoning or reward for them.

Academically, they've got good grades. However harder subjects like math tend to drop as they refuse to do work outside of class. If they can't finish the homework in class they're doing it at lunch or in between classes to avoid doing it during their free time.

In their free time Tuna likes to go adventuring, seeing animals in nature, hopping around trails, or just wandering the school grounds accompanied by their fav tunes. At night though they like to practice tumbling and flips. Outside of these they do art or listen to music.

ABILITIES

UM- Curiosity Killed the Cat! "I simply can't help myself! It's a matter of need, a matter of greed! Fulfil my Curiosity! Curiosity killed the cat!" -This unique magic allows Tuna to cast a veil over themselves and others within their touch to become undetectable! -It provides a stealth buff and hearing buff, allowing the users sounds to be muted and for other surrounding people to be easier to hone in and listen to. -This spell is hefty and excessive use (from using for too long or just too often) can cause major blot and other side effects. -side effects include: other senses become slightly weaker, ears may ring or be sensitive to loud noises, phantom noises/ lingering noises -Strong magic users with high spatial awareness may be able to see through this UM if they happen to look directly at the caster. Fishy Beginnings - Insight into just how Tuna received their curse and how they figured out the details into how to activate the curse as well as their own unique magic!

Fast Learner- They're quick to adapt and learn new things. A sort of jack of all trades, but never really excelling above and beyond in anything.

Strength + Flexiblity + Tolerance- Not super strong, but not exactly weak. They can get to a stand-off with Floyd (as long as he isn't out for blood) and lift most their classmates.

Extremely flexible and double jointed. They also have a high pain tolerance and tend not to realize when they get injured or are sick.

RELATIONSHIPS

Full Relationship & character Sprite chart -> here!

Notable relationships! :

Rook & Tuna: They sometimes share the same brain cell. They are classmates and Rook is one of Tunas fav people. Tuna loves hearing Rooks rambles and follows him around sometimes when he is stalking looking out for other students. Tuna is very curious and Rooks habits only fuels their curiosity.

Kalim & Tuna: Best friends. Their hyper happy go lucky natures bounce off of each other to create the ultra sunshine pair. This duo can be very irresponsible and can get caught up in their excitement. At the end of the day though, Tuna will make sure to protect Kalim from harm!

Floyd & Tuna: Tuna has a big fat platonic crush. They're tend to let themself be lax and free when with Floyd. They hangout a lot and will cause a commotion more often then not, whether it be from playing around or from butting heads. Floyd hasn't realized Tunas feelings... or has he?

Thanks for reading and taking interest in Tuna! ^V^ I greatly appreciate your support and time <3 !!!

#tuna be talkin #twst tuna #twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #twst fanart #twisted wonderland oc

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mingkilovur · 9 months

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Prologue

pairing: nightfury!seonghwa x ?!reader wc:488 summary: you grew up your whole life despising dragons. they've taken everything from you, everything you once had has become nothing but a distant memory. you swore to avenge your family, the life you once knew if it's the last thing you did. but what happens when theres an obstacle in your way? when you find out nothings is as it truly seems.... type of story:series(maybe mini series tbd) cw: character death, mentions of blood, nightmares(pls lmk if i missed anything) (series masterlist || overall masterlist)

You could smell the fire. taste the ash. you swore you could feel the talons digging into your back. the ground disappearing from under your feet as you get carried away and then falling and falling and falling and fa-

you jolt awake with a gasp, tears streaming down your face as you throw the covers off of your body and grab at your chest. Its the 3rd night in a row you’ve had the same dream(really a nightmare) it always starts and ends the same; your younger self playing dress up with your mom, tiaras on both your heads and the prettiest dresses ever seen in castle Crescent Moon. you dance and sing along to the soft music playing in the background until suddenly, your father bursts through the rooms doors frantic and out of breath. Everything happens in a blur, all you remember is running through doors and down long corridors, screams bouncing off the walls and assaulting your ears like loud sirens.

cries of despair getting louder as you start to feel warmer, smell fire. you escape the walls of the castle leaving behind your parents, leaving behind the last shred of a life you once knew. you hear a loud whistle and suddenly, what’s left of the castle explodes into flames. your entire life destroyed in seconds. you scream for your family “mom? dad? where are you?” though your cries fall onto deaf ears, no one left alive to answer your pleas;

you’re alone…

you hear wings flapping and you feel the earth beneath your feet trembling. you look towards the sky and see a thunder of dragons flying away. all variations and sizes, large enough to instill fear in your heart even if departing. You hear a loud roar from behind you, and suddenly there’s an excruciating pain in your upper back. Long calloused talons dig into your flesh, ripping tendons and muscles alike causing you to cry out.

You feel the earth disappearing from under your feet, and you glance around frantically in hopes to see your captor. you let out a blood curdling scream, what you see as you look up scares you. a pair of neon green eyes molded into tiny slits stare back at you in anger, in disgust. It lets out a low menacing growl that reverberates deep into your being, radiating its malice and hatred towards you.

“Please p-please let me down, i'm scared” you cry out as you begin to thrash hoping to dislodge the sharp talons from your skin. You can feel the warm blood dripping and trailing down your back and you watch the dragon take a long whiff of the smell. It’s eyes widening and pupils dilating, then suddenly it releases its talons from your skin , letting you free fall. You hear the wind rushing past as you fall, gravity pulling you down down down…

Until finally… nothing

a/n: ok ok... be honest how was it... im actually kind of nervous to be posting anything i think that's why everything i've ever written has stayed a wip BUT i have faith in myself to do this!! any feedback is appreciated!! stay happy and healthy- squish<3

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Oh boy you better get your asses ready because I just beat the game again on 2.1+ and I think it actually has interesting implications for Kerry’s romance. SPOILERS FOR THE SUN ENDING SPECIFICALLY!

Like many other players, I got the Sun ending the first time I played, and (other than when I’m roleplaying a new type of character) it’s the ending I always go for and consider canon for my main oc Vesper. Over on the subreddit(s), people seem to view this ending as definitely 100% implying that V finds a cure and lives to see old age. While of course I would love my character to live a long and happy life, I don’t think that’s the case. V free floats off into space toward a several trillion dollar heavily guarded spacecraft filled with the most elite of the elite. That job was a suicide mission, and I interpreted this ending as V going out with a bang so they could finally, actually become a real Night City legend.

I believe Kerry knows this. When he calls you during the credits, Kerry asks you in a casual tone to buy some olives on your way back, then his voice gets soft and he goes, “Actually, you know what, forget it. I’ll buy them myself.” He does this backtracking in conversation several times during his romance, and I always read it as him being uncomfortable talking about his feelings. He stops himself from apologizing to V during A Like Supreme: Kerry gives V the gun he tried to shoot Johnny with, V reminding him that he was actually aiming the gun at V’s head. Kerry says “yeah…” in an apologetic tone and then starts saying “And earlier when–” then stops himself and says “nevermind.” Kerry also does this during Boat Drinks. He starts by saying “You shake things up, V. Make me feel…” trails off for a second, then stutters before saying “uh, I mean.” It sounds like he has a habit of stopping himself when he starts to feel he’s being too vulnerable.

Now, during the Sun epilogue, Kerry doesn’t hesitate when he tell’s V “I don’t want to lose you.” This would normally be a very vulnerable thing to say, and Kerry’s shown that he always backtracks in moments such as these. He even goes so far as to repeat it and make direct eye contact as he says it again. This makes it seem like maybe he’s done some emotional growing and is now more comfortable talking about his feelings, specifically with V. So, if that were the case, why does he restart the habit of backtracking in the credits call? He doesn’t backtrack during the emotional part, when he tells V he wants them to spend more time together and try to be less busy for one another. He only corrects himself when he talks about V coming back. Because he knows V isn't coming back. Even before that, right before V gets on the flying Delamain to head to the Afterlife, he says “Take care of yourself.” to Kerry, which feels very final, like he doesn’t think he’ll see Kerry again.

With all the other romances, saying goodbye in the mansion makes perfect sense. Panam is leaving with the Aldecaldos, Judy is leaving Night City for good, and River expresses that he feels their relationship doesn't feel equal. The conversation V has with Kerry feels very much like any of their other conversations throughout the game: Kerry talks about his stuff, then once he’s gotten it out of his system, asks how V is doing. But with some notable, very subtle changes.

Kerry is always excited to talk about himself, and rarely asks much about V unless he’s making sure V isn’t already dead. The text that actually sparked me wanting to put these thoughts to paper is the one where Kerry takes a personality quiz and it labels him as a narcissist. He’s self absorbed, sure, but he doesn't have the psychiatric disorder Narcissism as far as I’m convinced. Whichever reply you send, his responses are pretty funny. However, getting that text reminded me that the first time I played Cyberpunk I really wasn’t all that into Kerry as a character, and definitely not as a romance option.

So, the conversation you have in V’s mansion in the Sun ending is actually much more V focused than previous interactions with Kerry. When Kerry asks if you’re alright, even if you say everything’s fine, he still insists that he’s there for V and willing to talk, cuddle, fuck, whatever V needs. This is in stark contrast to when you call Kerry on the rooftop before picking your ending. During that call, he definitely notices something is off with V and asks if he’s ok, but doesn’t press any further when V says he’s fine. His dialog in the Sun ending is strangely caring for Kerry, who otherwise always seemed like V was more of a convenient side-piece with whom he shared a mutual friend. Obviously, as I’ve played the game more and considered Kerry’s quests and dialog options from different angles, I really like him as a character and see much more of his depth than I did on my first playthrough.

Now here’s why playing the game on version 2.1+ is important: 2.1 added dates with your romance options to the game (the “I really want to stay at your house” repeatable quest). If you were to consider the new texts, dialog, and gift responses from the perspective of any of the other endings, Kerry’s replies sound somewhat out of character. The phrasing, the word choice, the tone is all Kerry, but the sentiment is decidedly not so. “I really like you, V. Thought I should remind you.” after the first time he goes over to V’s. His response to getting the flowers or car, he’s almost too complimentary; I feel like Kerry would mention everything wrong with the gift first, then admit that he actually likes it, but still find a way to show his appreciation without saying the words “thank you, V.”

However, if you put everything added in 2.1 into the context of the Sun ending, it starts to feel like Kerry is growing as a person. That’s what his whole quest string was about, sure, but you don’t see him put any of those personal changes into practice after Boat Drinks (mostly because all the romance options just stop leaving their houses once you reach the end of their questlines). So the sweet, appreciative texts after dates and gifts, leading into the way he’s much more focused on V and their relationship during the Sun ending, It actually feels like a natural growth for his character. It’s like the dates, the gifts, the cute little replies, are all the beginning stages of him becoming a much more attentive partner in the Sun ending. Kerry even says himself, before V gets on the Delamain, that their relationship has changed his outlook on life and helped him reprioritize things. The 2.1 additions actually make it feel like we watched that journey begin for him, instead of it just being told to us after a time skip.

#maybe im making connections that arent there #but honestly it makes me like kerry even more #i think about this man too much #cyberpunk 2077 #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk #cbp 2077 #cyberpunk kerry #kerry x v #v x kerry

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|| ♡ You're suffocating, Darling

Image edits by me, edited from in-game screenshots.

Characters: Rin / White 1010 (referred to without name), "You" Summary: After worrying over what he'll do without you for far too long, he decided to take matters into his own hands and confront his recent... malfunctions around you. He gets desperate, nothing gets solved <3 Word Count: ~1.4k

Happy I finally got around to writing something like this again! I fell into a major writers' block for a while, so apologies for this being a little messier than some of my older writing :)

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There is metal, and it presses into your soft, soft flesh.

It is hard.

It is cold, warmth allowed only by the distant radiance from his chest.

There is metal, and it has every capability to crush you beneath it, rendering your body nothing more than a wind-up toy meant to be discarded. Only, yours will no longer be able to move.

There is metal, and it is very, very gentle with the way that it holds your form. It hasn't squeezed quite yet. But it is there; it is solid, it is sturdy, it is several hundred pounds of steel and wire and if you dared to try and push any part of you up against it, test its limits, one thing becomes glaringly clear:

It is solid.

It will not move.

He has you, and you will stay there for as long as he wills it so.

You are trapped.

Silicon hardly graces your cheek as his head lowers, first part of his jaw gracing your forehead, then the panel of his cheek doing the same. Nuzzling into the side of your face. Trickles of warmth radiated from the glass, dancing along your skin and threatening to seep into your very bones, infecting you with what was once him. Judging by the sheer amount of light radiating from them, too: he's happy. Very, very happy.

Can you say the same?

"You are an an-om-a-ly," he started, voice tittering slightly, "to the degree that I don't even know what to do with myself."

Metal tightened around you even further, pressing into you deeper, gracing your flesh. That would be the fault of his arms snaked around your abdomen and folded beneath your back pressing your body between them and the plating of his chest against your bone. One of which is bound to give if enough pressure is exerted. Your chest can hardly rise high enough to take in a full breath. It is tense, but it does not hurt you.

Not yet, at least, but it is on the border of which.

… Would he care if it did?

Of course he would.

Of course, he would.

He'd jump at the slightest protest. Metal would immediately retract, snaking from beneath you, letting you go at once so that white can scan your body beneath him. White would pour over every surface, regardless of where you mention that the pain blossomed; it is, in his mind, entirely possible that he hurt you worse than you are willing to admit, or that you have noticed. This is a simple routine for the smallest scrape, or scratch, or papercut, even. He carefully takes your hands in his own, eyes skimming every finger before tracing the lines in your palms. They trailed every inch of every joint on every limb until he knows for a fact that you are okay. And if you are not, then this is a perfect process to determine what he should do to make that true. Every time, without fail. And that same routine would apply here.

That is what you're sure of, at least.

"All I know is that I need you to touch me. Please, baby," a whisper uttered beneath an offer; a plead offered between batted breaths; a prayer breathed out before the one the adherent may call their item of worship, "touch me."

His form moves from yours; however, only enough to free one arm. Silicone traces your sides until it happens upon your hand, fingers curling around yours gently. Teasing your will to comply with whatever fantasy of his this may be, and compliance you had. No matter how sensible it may be, your hand did move. It traced the axel at his hip. It traced its way along the divots in his torso. It traced the collar of his uniform. It traced his sternum to his neck, neck to his cheek. The distant whirring of his chest whirred to life with renewed vigor. Light danced throughout every LED surface he had. Light even danced behind his eyes, a hardly audible whir sounding as his brows raised and pupils dilated ever so slightly. If he could be drunk off of delight, he would be.

In a stray desire to run your hands through his hair, fingertips moved from cheek to the back of his head. And the moment you made contact, his head jerked. The sections of his torso shifted, grinding as they passed over one another. And his entire body lulled.

When his body lulled, it lulled into yours and for a few moments you become perfectly aware of the sheer weight his form can truly posses. He is solid and he is metal and he is heavy. The tension builds within you, bone digging deeper and deeper into your inner workings in a desperate attempt to keep them safe (in a way near laughable, the sensation is similar to that of what the machine himself swears to do for you in relation to what he is doing now. If you could laugh, you would.) Your lungs burn with the effort to take in even a morsel of air that his weight had now pressed out of you, hands grasping at any surface around you. The fingers once laced in his hair took root at his scalp, and in any attempt at making him notice what he's done, pulled. If his neck were not so dense the force may have pulled his head, too.

Perhaps able to feel the arch formed in your back, any room to allow ribs to press up to fight for air, he froze. His shoulder jerked up. His chest rose, finally releasing you. His eyes blink open, one delayed by an entire half-beat, taking one—two—three tries to sync up properly. White flooded you in a way you could almost miss, yet momentarily so. A mixture of concern, of worry, of fear, shot across his features in a mess of emotion in that same moment. "I'm sorry," came mutterings in a voice quiet and devoid of any of the charm he was so known for. A voice choppy and mechanical in sound, yet quiet. Darting white travelled the body beneath him until that white turned to static. The display jittered before cutting out entirely, his head mimicking this by jutting, only to flicker back to life with irises dyed a vibrant bloodied red.

X's. Disapproval. Failure.

Unacceptable.

They scoured you again, regardless of whatever protests (if any at all) may have left your tongue. They trace your skin, every part visible. They traced your veins. They traced every inch of every joint of every limb. Yet somehow, this is wrong. All of this is wrong. The red that tainted his irises tainted his features as well: concern to distant distress, worry to distant panic, fear to distant terror. The damning hue of disappointment. Heat began to build, and build, and build in the winding cavities in his torso. And in time, he moved. His body shifted down your form, only far enough for silicone to travel from your forehead to your cheek; cheek to your neck; neck to your sternum. Every movement was reduced to something uncharacteristically inhumane. Lips that would never know true warmth graced the surfaces of your chest that fought for air as heat grew and grew at your waist. In between each kiss: "I'm so sorry, baby. I'm so sorry."

His head raised, red locking onto you, and only you. The only thing in his sights. "I don't know what's happening to me. I don't know if you're doing this to me. I found that I am struggling to process this, let alone attempting to explain it to anyone outside myself," he said, chuckling bitterly. The forced, whining, dry sound of gears grating in the absence of touch.

"The only thing clear is that I need you. It's a command echoing inside my mind, repeating over and over inside me like I'm being marched to my death if I don't obey. I need—" he gasps here as if there any need for breath in a way almost human—"you, baby. Let me be the only one to protect you. I'll do everything for you. Everything," an ode to desperation sighed into the fabric of your shirt.

This is what… love is, isn't it?

This is what he's been missing, isn't it?

This sense of sheer and total release onto someone who you are wholly devoted to.

He truly, truly loves you.

#loosening up with some writing again and we're back to the x readers. peace love on planet earth.#hope i'm not too rusty :)#nsr #no straight roads #nsr rin #rin 1010 #nsr rin x reader #rin 1010 x reader #nsr white 1010 #nsr white 1010 x reader #so many tags for this one boy.#ও ~ writing

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Gang AU – Alejandro x Rudy, Rudy x others

Rudy looked out the small window in his room, feeling bitter as he watched people, free people, walk along the sidewalk and laugh and talk. He never had the chance to be a kid or a teenager, and now he's turning 21 and has never experienced life outside the bars. He's a prize, a trophy, all because his father couldn't stop buying drugs when he didn't have the money. He tries his hardest to hide his resentment towards those around him, especially the Garza's. While they did technically buy him off from his father, Mr. Garza was a kind man to him. He treated him like one of his own, and he only had a daughter. Rudy's siblings and mother are dead, so he only has the Garza's.

"Rudy, you up?" Speaking of Garza. Rudy moves away from the window and opens his door, smiling at the sight of Valeria. She's a strong, independent woman that was rebellious at a young age. She defied her father and mother, but they still loved her and only hope that whatever she does, she remains safe and happy. There were some times where Mr. Garza had to put his foot down and the whole house shook with their screams, but they pushed it behind them the next morning and acted like nothing happened. Valeria is brutal to others, she's mean and intimidating but when Rudy first arrived at her home, she made sure to soften up a bit for him. It was obvious he was abused, he had bruises painting his pale skin and he flinched and apologized at every loud noise. She treated him like he was her baby brother, and after so many years being together in the same household, he did become her baby brother.

"Good morning, Val." He greets, following her down the hallway. "What are your plans today?"

Valeria groans, her fists clenching at her sides. "Dad wants to try making an alliance with 141, so he wants me to go introduce myself and all that formal crap. They know who I am, all the dogs here know not to bark at me."

Rudy raises a brow, sensing something deeper. "Is that all? Or do you know them more than you're letting on?" Valeria sighs, stopping abruptly and looking down at him with a small smile.

"This is why dad offers you jobs, you know people too good. And yes, I know them. Ghost is a fucking asshole, he's the co-leader of the gang. There's some rumors that John Price is considering stepping down, and if he does, Ghost takes his place." They start walking again, Valeria holding the doors open for him and he playfully rolls his eyes.

"Then there's the Shadows. Phillip Graves keeps pestering dad about an alliance, but under direct negotiation that father is declining. But the Gringo is stubborn."

"What's the negotiation?" Rudy asks, and Valeria seems to twitch, her eyes darkening and her lips turning down into a frown. "Valeria." He presses, and the slightly older woman growls.

"You. Graves wants you, he has been since finding out you are one of ours. He's a pervert, you were barely 13 and he was almost 20. And stop looking like that, you aren't going to hand yourself over if shit goes sideways." Valeria growls and Rudy shrinks back, bowing his head submissively and Valeria sighs. She pulls him into a tight embrace, and he relaxes under her rare, comforting touch.

"I'm sorry, Val. I just want to protect you and your parents. You guys have done everything to protect me and I just feel like...I don't know. I used to be someone, all the boys and girls in my run down neighborhood used to stop by and I cooked and cleaned and patched them up. I was useful." Rudy trails off and Valeria sighs again before smiling at him.

"Well, when dad steps down and I become the leader, I want you by my side. Like how mom is with dad. Damn, the more I talk about this crap the more I realize we probably belong in London." Rudy laughs at that, shaking his head.

"Trust me, the Royal Family is far more normal then we are."

"I'll drink to that!"

——

When they arrive at 141's house, they are surprised to see a party being thrown and Los Vaqueros were there. Valeria seems to realize something and she growls, storming over and Rudy quickly follows her, concerned about her change of attitude.

"Vargas!" She screams, and everyone goes quiet, whipping their heads to her direction and Rudy blushes furiously in embarrassment. He stays pressed against Valeria, looking around the place with wide eyes. Between hearing what the Shadow Gang leader wants, which is him, and the fear of anything going sideways, Rudy hasn't enjoyed his time outside. He isn't used to being around so many people at once, he was always kept out of a room that is loaded with weapons and drugs, and there were hookers trying to cover themselves up and sneak away. He doesn't miss the way some people, mostly guys, look his way, their eyes dark with something he can't describe or put a word to. Strange.

"Valeria, what the fuck?" A tall man yells, and Rudy looks at him and is immediately enhanced. The man is handsome, his face sharply defined, hair dark and gelled back and he's muscular. His dark eyes land on Rudy, who makes a small noise and hides behind Valeria, who wraps a strong arm around his waist in reassurance.

"Why are your idiotas here, Alejandro? Where's Price?" Valeria growls, and as if on cue, an older yet handsome man walks out of a room and smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes.

"Ah, Garza, wasn't expecting to see you here. Are you here for business or the party?" Price takes out a cigar and lights it, looking so calm.

"Why are Los Vaqueros here?" Valeria orders an answer and Alejandro snorts, throwing a glare at her.

"And why is that any of your business?" He throws back and Valeria inches closer, only stopping when Rudy grabs her hand and caresses the back of it, calming her down...for now.

"Alright, my office, now. Party's over, folks! Get the bloody hell out of here!" Price shouts, and the people besides the leaders leave without complaint. Rudy walks with Valeria, frowning when she stops him and looks around.

"I don't want you in there, in case anything happens, but I don't wanna leave you alone out here." She whispers, and Rudy gives her a small smile.

"I brought my knife, I'll be fine. I promise." He whispers back and Valeria grins, eyeing him up and down.

"If I wasn't gay, I would have fucked you right here." She grins wolfishly and Rudy blushes, hiding his face and stepping back from her.

"Val!" He exclaims, and she laughs before walking into the office. He waits outside the door patiently, observing everything around him. He eyes a man with a mohawk walk up to him, a charming smile tracing his lips.

"Well hello there beautiful." He says, and Rudy tries not to blush. Keep it together, Rudy.

"Hello." He greets politely, feeling so small under the man's strong stare.

"I'm Soap, what's your name?" The man outstretches his hand and Rudy shakes it, a perfect brow raised at the weird name. He knows it's not his real name, but to have an alias called Soap is just...unique.

"Rudy, it's nice to meet you Soap." He shakes hands with Soap, who's smile grows wider. Rudy retracts his hand and fidgets, almost jumping in surprise when another man appears out of nowhere, glaring at Soap.

"Why are you bothering this man?" The newcomer questions, and he seems to stand protectively in front of Rudy. This whole ordeal is crazy and Rudy is impressed he hasn't lost his mind by now. The newcomer is cute, barely taller than Soap and he's leaner but he has broad shoulders that Rudy peeks over to try seeing Soap, who appears to not be bothered. They must know each other then.

"Aw Gaz, why ye actin' like that? I ain't doing nothing to the cutie, just being a gentleman." Soap says, a bit too cheerily, and the other man shakes his head. He turns to look down at Rudy, who doesn't like how short he is compared to these guys. Hell, Valeria is even taller than him by an inch, and it doesn't help she wears those boots that give her a few more inches.

"Sorry, sir, my name is Gaz, and I'm sure this buffoon already introduced himself. Are you waiting for Price?" Gaz's voice is soft, like he didn't want to startle him. While adorable, Rudy couldn't help but feel belittled.

"No, I'm here with Valeria Garza." He says, and he wants to smirk when both their eyes widen and they share a look. "Tell me, why are Los Vaqueros here? I hear 141 and LV are close, but not this close...this party, it was a celebration, no?" Rudy continues, and he loves how Gaz looked appalled and Soap was stoic but his eyes gleamed.

"Smart observation, Rudy. You'll learn in like, 2 sec–" "¡Hijo de puta!" Valeria's enraged scream startled Rudy, who runs into the office to see Valeria looking like she was about to have a meltdown. And a meltdown Valeria isn't a Valeria you want to be around.

"Valeria, what happened?" Rudy goes over to her and she glares at Price and Alejandro.

"These two pussies decided to ally with one another. You're going to regret this, John." Valeria says in a low voice, a warning to the older man. She gives Alejandro another sharp glare before moving to leave, when Alejandro speaks up.

"Who's this?" He points at Rudy, who tries to appear calm but every ticking second felt like a second closer before a bomb went off. Valeria stops, looking conflicted and Rudy speaks before he can even think of being smart.

"Rodolfo Parra." He says, settling his features into a sharp glare when Alejandro grins at him.

"Rodolfo...I want him. You give me your princesa, and the three of us have an alliance." Alejandro speaks calmly, but what he said was anything but calm. Rudy pales, looking at Valeria who snarls and lunges at the other, her knife out and ready to strike. Price stops her, shaking his head and Valeria growls, a scary and deep sound that rumbles throughout her chest.

"He's not some bitch, Vargas. Go fuck a hooker." Valeria grabs Rudy and drags him out, cursing in Spanish under her breath. Rudy hugs her arm, trying not to burst into tears but his worst fear is coming true. The Garza Cartel won't get any allies because the leaders of other gangs want him, like he's some trophy.

He's in shock, he doesn't know when they get back to their safehouse, but he snaps out of it when he hears Valeria shouting and Mr. Garza trying to console her. Mrs. Garza has a hand over her mouth, begging under her breath, praying, and Rudy starts giggling. They stare at him in confusion, but Rudy can't stop laughing. Holy shit, was this his life now? Some bitch that's bought and traded? Damn, his father really ruined his life.

"Rudy..." Valeria whispers, but Rudy walks off to his room, shutting the door and holding back the urge to lock it. The Garza's didn't like it when he locked his door. No freedom, really, but he's their trophy. They just treat him better than anyone else can. He goes back to looking out his window, remembering the old Las Almas, when the Mexican government didn't let the people of this beautiful city rot with the cartels and gangs. A city that attracted gangs, mafias, cartels, from all over the world. A city of souls, literally.

——

Rudy forced himself to go to sleep early that evening, and he didn't wake up until the afternoon of the next day. He sits up and goes to his bathroom, turning on the tap of his shower and trying to hold back the tears. He can't be weak. He can't. He steps in when the water is warm and washes his body and hair, thinking about every solution there could be involving alliances. The Garza Cartel is on top of the corrupted hierarchy, basically the government of Las Almas. 141 was formed after the battle of Las Almas, where the final front of the Mexican military tried to push back the cartel, with no support from the Mexican government. They lost and retreated, and the few that escaped with the soldiers did, because after that, no one was allowed to leave Las Almas.

Mr. Garza is a kind man to his family, he's willing to die for them. But to the outside, he is a completely different man. Ruthless, mean, aggressive. Valeria got it from him, obviously.

The Shadow Company came shortly after the formation of 141. They worked with the Mexican army unit stationed for the final front in Las Almas, Los Vaqueros, but eventually betrayed them and took control of Northern Las Almas. After the betrayal, the commander of Los Vaqueros took a handful of his best soldiers and developed a gang based on weapons transportation that soon became dirty.

The Garza Cartel is in control of all Las Almas, but Mr. Garza allowed 141, Los Vaqueros, and the Shadows to form their own territory under his direct and strict supervision. He wants alliances since there are bigger threats outside Las Almas waiting to take them all down, but the crudeness of Alejandro Vargas and the secret alliance between LV and 141 only made him doubtful. Mr. Garza doesn't want anything to do with the Shadows, especially Graves, but they seemed to be the only option.

He sighs sadly, turning off the shower and stepping out, drying himself on and getting dressed. He hears a commotion outside and furrows his brows looking out his window to see a bunch of black, armored jeeps parked around the safehouse. He races out of his room, his knife tucked inside his belt as he jogs down the stairs, stopping abruptly when he sees Mr. Garza talking to a man. He's white, with light brown hair and blue eyes that he could get lost in. He's unaware of him standing there, staring, before a soft hand grabs his shoulder and turns him around. Mrs. Garza is looking at him with concern, touching his forehead with the back of her palm when she notices how flushed he looks.

"Rudy, are you okay, dear?" She asks and Rudy nods, pointing to the strange yet handsome man.

"Who's that?" He asks, and Mrs. Garza sighs tiredly.

"Phillip Graves. He's requesting a competition against 141 and Los Vaqueros. These men are fucking filthy pigs. We won't let them get you, Rudy." Mrs. Garza says, and Rudy hugs her.

"Mrs. Garza...I have to go to one of them. We are powerful but there's more dangerous gangs out there, waiting for when we are all at our weakest. I can't let anyone hurt you, Mr. Garza, or Valeria." Rudy steps back and gives her a small smile before walking into Mr. Garza's office, surprising him and Graves. The American eyes him hungrily, standing up and sticking his hand out. Rudy shakes it out of politeness, nodding at Mr. Garza and sitting down in the empty seat.

"I hear you want a competition. Fine. Deal is on, whatever gang wins gets me." Rudy says, his voice monotonous and Mr. Garza shakes his head but Rudy holds up a hand. "I'm almost 21, I can make my own decisions. This is beneficial to the cartel. Now, Mr. Graves, why should I ever consider joining you?"

——

August 15th was the day of the competition, and Valeria had decided to join it on behalf of the Garza Cartel so they could win and keep Rudy. She was furious at him for sacrificing himself but Rudy comforted her and told her it was the only way. And if she won, they would have nothing to worry about. It's been a month since Rudy took charge of his own life and today is the day that fate would choose the path. He was told to wear all white, to represent his purity and neutrality. He wore a white gown that Mrs. Garza bought him, and a white cape with blood red patterns over his shoulders, showing anyone who looks his way that he's part of the Garza's. He leaves his room and meets Valeria down the hall, observing her look.

She wore a black and red military style jacket, and cargo pants. She opted for combat boots with no high heels, and her blade is tucked into a belt that once belonged to Mr. Garza and was passed down to her for her 16th birthday.

"Rudy, are you sure you want to do this?" Valeria looks into his eyes and he smiles sadly, nodding his head.

"I love you, Val, you are like a sister to me, you made me feel so safe here. You were always there to protect me. Let's hope the others, if one of them wins, allow me to visit you." Rudy says and Valeria hugs him, wishing they could stay like that forever. If she loses, the better half of her would be ripped away, and she can't do anything about it.

"Come on, the event is going to begin soon." He whispers and they walk to the extravagant backyard of the safehouse, where the training range was set up to hold a large crowd of people. They walk up the stairs to one of the balconies, where Rudy is to sit besides the Garzas. He peers down to the fighting ground, seeing Graves, Alejandro, and the infamous Ghost preparing. Valeria kisses the top of his head before leaving to join the men below, her evil persona coming out and she will shed blood today.

"Rudy, this is your last chance to say no." Mr. Garza is begging him, pleading with him, to say no but Rudy can't.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Garza." Rudy whispers, clutching the cape tight around him. Mr. Garza nods solemnly, and stands to start the competition. One of the guards below shoots into the air, and the first round begins.

The four must race across the range, pick up a sled full of over 20 pound weights and objects, and drag it back in time. Valeria gets their first, grabbing the straps of the sled and pulling it out, her teeth barred but she wasn't the only one struggling. Alejandro and Graves were trying to push theirs along the painted lines, but Ghost did it with ease. Made sense, he's 6 feet 4 inches and is the biggest out of them, muscles that could kill and a build so broad that Rudy has to admit, he checked him out a bit.

Ghost reaches the starting point first, winning the round but there are still 30 seconds left. Graves comes in second, Alejandro third, and Valeria last. Rudy frowns when he sees her pace, her mouth moving quick and he knows she's cursing off everyone and everything.

The next round is archery, they have to shoot five bullseyes, the targets over 10 meters away. Another shot goes off and the four pick up their bows and arrows, Valeria the first to shoot hers. Bullseye. It doesn't take long before Valeria and Graves are tied, Alejandro in third with Ghost last. Graves shoots his last arrow and it's a bullseye. He's the winner of the second round.

There's ten rounds in total, Alejandro was the winner of the third round which was a fighting cage, Valeria won the fourth which was sword fighting. Ghost won 5, Graves won 6 and 7. Alejandro took 8 and 9. The last round taunted Rudy, telling him his fate is so close and Valeria wasn't it. Neither was 141. He watched from the edge of his seat, as the four stood in their starting point. An obstacle course sat before them, where they had to be careful not to be caught by the group of cartel guards. The final shot goes off and Rudy observes, unsure who he wants as his new "owner".

Ghost kicks at a guard, barely managing to slip past the group as he jumps over a giant log. Valeria is stealthy, careful and the guards honestly can't find her. Graves is racing forward, stopping briefly to punch the guard following him. Alejandro is in the lead, and Rudy feels his blood run cold when he gets closer to the end. Graves is close too, trying to catch up, but it's done. Alejandro made it. Half of the crowd cheers, and Rudy gulps, his anxiety spiking. Mr. Garza clears his throat, standing up and he announces Alejandro Vargas as the winner. Rudy stands and leaves, needing space before he hands himself over.

"This is for Valeria" He reminds himself as he retreats back inside the safehouse.

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It's not long before Rudy goes back out, forcing a smile as all the guests were welcomed inside to the massive dining hall Mr. Garza had, the room full of noise and Rudy's social anxiety began rising. He musters a calm expression and walks over to Alejandro, nose scrunching up when he can already smell beer and cigarette smoke from the loud Vaqueros.

"Mr. Vargas." He speaks up, surprised his new owner could hear him over the shouts of his Vaqueros as one of them lost a game of cards. Alejandro smiles, standing up to his full height and grabbing Rudy's hand, leaning down to kiss the back of his palm. Rudy is surprised at the nobel gesture, the heat in his cheeks visible due to his lighter complexion.

"Rodolfo, glad to see you join us. I thought my Vaqueros and I scared you off or something." Alejandro chuckles nervously, and Rudy observes his body language. Hands buried inside his pockets, his cheek tinted red, and his eyes looking anywhere but at Rudy. He's nervous, awkward, a huge contrast to the stories he heard of Alejandro Vargas.

"It takes a lot to scare me off. How are you doing? Do you like the food?" Rudy asks, sitting down in the empty seat beside Alejandro's and the taller man follows him, wincing when he hits his knee against the table. The Vaqueros shared a look before they all stood up and left, some patting Alejandro on the back. Rudy feels his nerves calm down a bit with the big audience gone, his attention going back to Alejandro who's staring at him.

"You're beautiful" He whispers, and Rudy's eyes widen. Before he can say anything, three familiar people walk over and sit down, someone two his right while the other two sit beside Alejandro. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz.

"What 're ye guys talking about?" Soap asks, a slight slur in his voice and Gaz sighs from next to him.

"Nothing, hermanos. What do you want?" Alejandro turns to look at Soap and Ghost, and Rudy is surprised to see how relaxed Ghost looks when sitting next to the person he lost to. Ghost notices him staring and smirks under his mask, leaning forward and startling Rudy.

"How do you feel about Alejandro taking custody of you?" He asks, voice deep and his accent nice to listen to. As much as Rudy feared The Ghost, he admired him.

"How do you feel about Alejandro owning me?" Rudy asks, and Ghost leans back, shrugging.

"You'll be mine eventually, I'm a patient man." Ghost growls and Rudy's face is completely red. He looks down, feeling eyes on him and then there's a hand on left arm, tracing the sleeves of his gown.

"This is pretty, Rodolfo. Fits you, for now." Gaz speaks up and Rudy snaps his head to him, eyes wide. His breath hitches at Gaz's handsome face, his slight stubble and dark eyes, clouded with something. He unconsciously leans into the touch, heat traveling everywhere across his body and he feels lightheaded.

"Follow me, Rudy." Alejandro's voice breaks through and Rudy hesitates. He nods, accepting the hand and letting Alejandro guide him down the hall. He hears footsteps behind him and turns, surprised to see the three following them closely behind. Alejandro opens a door and gently pushes Rudy, who glances around the guest room in confusion. Why did they bring him in here?

"Is everything o-" he's cut off by rough lips dominating his softer ones, eyes widening as he stares at Alejandro. The heat and intensity of the kiss, his first kiss, has Rudy letting his eyes flutter shut and he wraps his arms around Alejandro's broad shoulders. Someone comes up behind him, the smell of rich cologne that he picked up on one person telling him who it is. Soap.

Soap's hands, slightly callous but gentle as he touched him, undid his cape and handed it to Gaz, who neatly folded it and placed it on a dresser. Ghost stalks over and rips the gown off of him, a gasp leaving Rudy's lips as his body is exposed to the cold air. Oh god, was he going to lose his virginity to the four of them?

"Shh, calm down, amor. We're going to take good care of you. You're our queen now, Rudy. Anything you want, we give it to you." Alejandro coos and Rudy melts, tugging at his jacket and whining softly. He felt like a bitch in heat, or whatever the saying is, but all the pressure fell on him and it wasn't bad pressure. No, he felt needy and hungry and not for food, but for the four big and burly men around him.

"P-please..." He whimpers, biting his bottom lip when he feels a hand grope his round ass. Soap grins, coming to his view.

"Please what, baby?" He says softly and Rudy felt like he could faint.

"Please...fuck me?" Rudy looks up at them for guidance, and Gaz is the one to push away Alejandro and Soap and smiles reassuringly down at him.

"Good boy, you asked so nicely. Lay down, Rudy, we'll give you what you want." He whispers and Rudy nods, stepping out of his torn gown and crawling on the bed, laying on his back and feeling his nerves spike up when the four crawl in after him. Ghost rubs his large hands up and down his thighs, the touches soothing enough that he calms down. Alejandro settles between his legs and removes his underwear, gawking at his exposed hole and Rudy shyly looks away, trying to cover himself up. Soap tsks, shaking his head and pulling his hands away.

"Don't, baby. You're so fucking gorgeous. Fuck, do you know what you do to me?" Soap growls and Rudy mewls softly when he feels teeth nibble at his inner thighs. Alejandro grins as he sucks on his pale skin, the blood rushing and forming a hickey. He watches with big, curious eyes as Gaz touches his chest, both hands groping him and his thumbs circling along his nipples.

"Look at his tits, I want to fuck them so bad." He grunts and Rudy moans, slapping a hand over his mouth when he realizes what he did. Ghost chuckles, easing his hand away before trailing a large hand down to his hole and teasing it. Rudy twitches with want, his mind foggy with lust and he whines, bucking his hips up.

"Por favor" He whimpers, and Alejandro nods. He unbuttons his trousers and Soap grabs something out of his pocket, handing a small bottle to Alejandro who gives a smile of appreciation. Rudy stares at Alejandro's dick with wide eyes, wondering how something so big could fit inside him.

"A-ale...it won't fit!" He squeaks out and they all chuckle, but not in a cruel way. Gaz runs a hand through his hair, leaning down to kiss his neck.

"It's okay, Rudy, it'll fit. It's best to have Alejandro first and not Ghost." Rudy looks over at the masked man then trails his eyes down to his noticeable bulge. Okay, even if Alejandro did fit inside him, how the hell would Ghost? That man is just a large package.

"Are you ready, Rudy?" Alejandro asks, looking at him for consent and Rudy realizes that fate gave him luck. If this was how the rest of his life would be, then he'll take it. A part of him screamed that if Graves won, the American would fuck him right away with no prep or consent. These boys though, they were thoughtful and sincere and gentle.

"Yes." He whispers, and that night becomes the queen of the united 141 and Los Vaqueros gang.

#cod fanfics #rodolfo parra #alejandro vargas #alejandro x rodolfo #ghost x rodolfo #soap x rodolfo #gaz x rodolfo #gang au #valeria garza #call of duty #task force 141 #los vaqueros #el sin nombre

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gourdkeeper · 10 months

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Yes, hello!

First of all, BIG FAN of your first Jamie fic! I first read it over on AO3 and couldn't help myself reading it a second time when I saw it here. 👀

As for the scenario, I was thinking about a ✨️shower scene✨️? Maybe? Like, you're training with him and things get a bit heated and you somehow end up in the shower and then .. stuff happens.~

I'm not the best at coming up with stuff like this but maybe you can do something with it. :)

Thank you omg!!! I'm still so nervous about it because I don't really write but if it made anyone happy and horny then I'm happy too!

Shower scene coming right up! AFAB reader because it was unspecified and what I'm most familiar with but please feel free to request AMAB or neutral if you want!

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This has become somewhat of an habit now. It really shouldn't but. Here you are again. And you're not complaining.

Naked.

Wet.

Back to the tilled wall.

His mouth working wonders.

Tongue ramming in.

Nose pushed against your sensitive nub.

Sinful sounds with every breath.

The water bill is about to be insane later this month. It's the fourth- no, fifth time, that training with your master has ended with you this way.

You start fucking around and getting sidetracked. It's hard not to when the person teaching you looks like that. And every time, without fail, once the drinks start kicking in you feel yourself getting handsy. Sweaty. Drowsy.

Jamie calls it a day and tells you to rest and you go and try to take a shower only for him to intrude. Not that you didn't bait him to walk in by leaving your clothes outside the bathroom or anything, and most definitely didn't call out "Jamie, can you bring me my clothes please?" with your sweetest voice that he can't say no to.

One thing leads to another. Turns out you weren't the only sweaty one and he too needs a shower right now. With you.

It starts with kissing. It always does. His hands cupping your face. Fingers trailing your jaw and down your neck. Warm water running down your bodies. His hair cascading down his back clinging to him beautifully.

You get handsy and so does he.

He moans your name into the kiss.

You instinctively part your legs and take your hand there, you're full of need. It's like an itch that needs to be scratched.

He takes notice and takes a hold of your wrist and clicks his tongue at you.

"Let me show you how it's done." He says low and smooth with a smirk on his heated up red face.

Always cocky.

His hands run down your side, he holds your breasts and licks them as he circles your nipples with his thumbs before moving lower. And lower. Until his hands are now holding onto your ass and his tongue has no time to wait.

You shiver and moan outloud the moment you feel him lap at your clitoris. More. You need more and so you plead for it.

You can almost feel him smilling. He loves having his ego inflated and knowing the effect he has on you does just that.

He grips your buttocks tighter and pushes his tongue past the clit. His nose now pressing onto it as he mouths at your cunt trying to take in as much of you as he can.

You're gripping his hair without even realizing. You're too far gone.

His tongue starts pushing past your lips and he licks heavily and slowly driving you insane. You're pulling his head closer and grinding on his face like some animal in heat.

He takes his right hand and starts rubbing you while eating you out. He wants to taste you, and he wants it now. And Jamie always gets what he wants.

Your legs falter but he has you. You're not going anywhere without giving him what he wants first.

There isn't a single coherent thought in your mind. Only Jamie. Jamie eating you out. Or Jamie fucking your brains out.

God. You wish he would do that right now.

His other hand left your butt as well and he's now busy fingering you. There's too much, you can't take this anymore and you start trembling, moaning out his name breathlessly.

He takes the hints and picks up the pace on your clit, fingers still ramming into your cunt, tongue on you, lapping up your juices. His hands are getting tired but it doesn't matter.

"Come." He whines through a furrowed brow, looking up at you inbetween your legs. "Come for me."

He starts repeating for you to come like a mantra. You squeeze on him, you pull him in closer and you can't hold it anymore, you feel yourself spasm and your heart is taking leaps.

Jamie finally lets up and sits back under the water and you slide down the wall exhausted.

You're both exhaling heavily, trading looks. He has this smug air to his face, you can tell he's proud.

"Why don't I finish cleaning you up and take care of you, hm?" He suggests with a soft smile.

Now that's an offer you can't decline.

#jamie siu #jamie siu x reader #street fighter 6 #jamie street fighter #requests #gourdkeeper

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blackjackkent · 6 days

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15 Lines Tag Meme

Tagged by @morganaseren

Tagging: @istibaethoriel @thedarkstrategist @astreamofstars @bardic-inspo (also retagging @morganaseren and @writer86 bc I did this slightly differently than y'all did and maybe you wanna try it this way too :D )

(Want me to tag you in work-sharing memes like this in the future? Toss a like on this post over here! Would love a bigger list of folks to tag. :) )

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well!

I just realized that I don't actually have a WIP currently running that involves an OC, which is a bit wild. (Two WIP Jaheira longfics and a bunch of one-shot ideas I haven't started yet. XD ) So I'm going to do this as not a WIP fic quote but instead fifteen different quotes from Hector across several different existing fics that are representative of his personality. (I'm not sure which the originator of the meme intended and I know prev (Lee) did it the other way XD but I'm gonna reinterpret the instructions bc this is where my brain is taking it instead.)

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“Where your Lady looks for emptiness, mine looks for…self-reliance,” he finally says slowly. “Which is itself…not conducive to…” He trails off. “I have not ever felt this way before.” (Happy For You)

Hector hesitates. “I think perhaps I ought to ask you to forgive me,” he says quietly. “There were– and still are– many steps along this path that I have not handled as I should have. I was…very confused for quite some time, and very afraid, and perhaps my actions betrayed too much.” (Happy For You)

“It was one of the mantras of grounding I was taught from when I was a very young boy,” he says. “To…calm myself when I was upset or angry, to stop crying or raging, take control of the feelings and quiet them.” (The Center Cannot Hold)

“I love it,” he murmurs. “And I will keep it close to me going forward, you can be sure of that.” He turns the small talisman in his fingertips, watching it catch the light. “I've seen many of these,” he adds reverently. “But never one of such fine make. And old, too. Some monk carried this through hell before it made its way to you. I suppose I will add to that tradition...” (The Mystery of the Night)

“I don’t think I can go back,” he finally says quietly. “Not after all of this. I’ve… changed too much.” (Riverbed)

“I don’t know how to do what they want me to do,” he says softly. “How to… be what they think I am.” (Riverbed)

“It is only through meditation and strength of will that we master our emotions,” he says. “So I was taught.” (What Good, This Heart of Stone?)

“Discipline,” he mutters. “To control one's body is to control one's mind.” (What Good, This Heart of Stone?)

“SHUT UP!” The roar bursts from him and cracks apart into a sob. Tears flood his eyes, blurring his vision. “Gods… please… just leave me alone. I can’t… I can’t… she is dying and she is in so much pain, and I can’t help her, I can’t stop it. If you were anything less than a monster, you would grieve with me, you would want to help her… you would give a single, solitary damn… but you don’t. All you care about is your fucking worm, and it’s all falling apart… it’s all gone… it’s all gone…” The tears are coming heavier now, choking him, blinding him. “What the hell am I going to do?” he whispers. “I won’t… I won’t do it, I won’t do what you want… I won’t become an… an abomination just to save my heart… I won’t take her choice from her… but how will I bear it…? ” ("Because of What You Are" - drabble)

He swallows the lump that forms in his throat at hearing these words. “There is so much… so much more to the world than I ever imagined…” (vision of selune - drabble)

He flinches, not meeting her eyes. “I was thinking about how I’m scared because I could die. And then I thought about how perhaps there is a certain level on which that would be the simplest outcome.” (night before the brain - drabble)

“You’re perfect,” he repeats softly, and to his shame he hears his voice tremble. “I just…have no idea what I’m doing, and you surprised me.” (Prayers and Hellfire)

“You make me smile,” he goes on when the kiss finally breaks. The words come slowly, carefully - he considers himself no orator, but there is an ocean of feeling inside him waiting to be spoken of. “So many terrible things we see out here, and yet you make me laugh. You see the good in everything, even when it looks so dark to me. You've suffered so much and you're still kind, still want the best for everyone.” He pauses, then adds with fervent sincerity, “And you are so… so beautiful…” (Prayers and Hellfire)

#morganaseren #tag meme #hector carlisle #idk if this is a way i was supposed to do this but it was definitely fun to do :P #this is making me think maybe i should go back through hector's liveblog and port some of the longer posts over to AO3 at some point

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tiyasrocks · 1 year

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The Reveal (Part 1)

(This is my first post on Tumblr. I’ve been a silent reader for a long time and recently came across the #exolvo thing. I fell in love with the whole Elsa and Anna being in Hogwarts concept and couldn’t stop myself from writing)

Constructive criticism is appreciated.

THANK YOU

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“Elsa, wait !”

Elsa runs faster than she ever has, heels clicking against the floor in loud clanks but the sound gets eclipsed by the hammering of her heart. A cold sweat breaks out on her brow and her brain feels like it’s developing running cramp all over it. Her gloveless hand is clutched against her chest in a desperate attempt to stop her powers from breaking free.

Fear overrides any other emotions and it becomes impossible to try to exercise any control over her powers, frost spring out of her feet leaving an icy trail in her wake, as her weak legs take her to an unknown destination.

She doesn’t know where she is running to, or for how long, but when she does stop, she’s in the classroom at top of the astronomy tower. Elsa shuts the door behind her and clicks the lock into place as softly as she can.

The classroom is empty, barely lit by the few green torches burning. Finally alone, Elsa slides against the door and collapses onto the ground, pulling the collar of her robe over her hair, shaking and clutching her head.

She has failed yet again and now everyone knows she’s a monster. Including Anna. The deathly spikes she left behind were proof enough. She has seen the uncertainty flash across everyone’s eyes. The fear.

She has avoided Anna for eight years, neglected the pain in her sister’s eyes every time she ignored her, has trained herself to not feel, numb the longing she felt for Anna. And for what ? For her to mess up and lose control anyway.

“ Elsa talk to me….please. ”

“ Anna leave me alone ! ”

“ Yes ! That’s all you ever say to me. All you know is how to shut people out ! ”

“ Anna, enough. ”

“No! Why do you shut me out !? Why do you shut the world out !? What did I ever do to you !? ”

“I said…..ENOUGH !”

That’s all it has taken, a small slip of control, a small argument, and she has almost impaled her sister. Her sweet, loving sister, who has only ever wanted to spend time with her, whose heart is too big to give up on Elsa even after being splintered by her absent older sister time and again. But now Anna will realise why she can’t be around Elsa, specially after seeing how dangerous Elsa is.

Elsa’s heart breaks at the realisation.

But no. Monsters don’t have hearts.

Elsa shakily rises on her legs, her body trembles at the effort. She’s tired. Oh so very tired. Tired of pretending, tired of hiding this huge secret that has brought her to her knees with it’s weight, tired of ruining Anna’s life over and over again.

She strides towards the balcony, and comes to a halt just before the glass door. Elsa lets out a shuddering breath as her eyes focus on her faint reflection on the glass, the night sky outside filling up the black spaces like an overlapping painting.

Elsa has never hated herself more before.

Such a fake. A monster hidden behind a pretty face . Her blond hair tied into an impeccable bun as if it’d hide the mess she actually is. Someone who has caused only pain and suffering. Cursed. Someone who’s void of any feelings. Numb and Cold. Someone who can’t remember when she has truly been happy. Perfectly pitiful.

Frost covers the glass. Wind howls and roars and answers to Elsa’s grief with a terrifying vigour. Her normally cold skin feels icy as she folds her trembling arms around her stomach as the urge to throw up overcomes her. Her vision wavers like a television with poor signal. All the dark and green and blue makes her brain hurt and eyes scream in agony.

She lets out a feral scream and smashes the glass with her fist. It shatters and small pieces of it embeds into Elsa’s hands. Blood flows freely from a particularly large gash but she ignores it.

It hurts. It hurts so much.

Good.

Monsters deserve to be hurt.

Elsa continues to spiral into a mindless string of self loath. It feels like she is sucked into an unforgiving twister, going tighter and tighter as time passes. The air becomes harsh to breath and the wind’s holler impossible to bear for her ear. In her head, she hears her parents screaming at her, watches as ice shoots from her hands and hits Anna, exactly like that night seven years ago. It has been at the young age of eight that it has occurred to Elsa what consequences of having powers can be and the first time she has ever become afraid of herself. Now, the fear has grown into hatred towards her powers and herself.

Elsa begins to hastily untie her bun, blood from her hand sweeping into her hair. She is sweating all over and breathing heavily. Her blond hair falls over her shoulder in a messy French braid. Tear streaks run down her chin. She tries to rub them but a piece of glass stuck in her hand jabs her cheek. She doesn’t care.

She looks down and sees hundreds of her reflection on the shattered glasses staring back at her.

Her white hair is matted with beads of red on them, the dark circles under her eyes standing in sharp contrast against her pale skin. Blood covering the left side of her face from her bleeding cheek. Her eyes red and wide. It hit Elsa how easily she could be mistaken for a monster in this state. Or perhaps, seen for what she truly is.

She picks a rather big piece of glass with two fingers. It fells so balanced and lethal and…..right in her hand.

One slash. One slip and one mistake. The glass will go though that one point on her wrist and then she won’t have to fake anything ever again. She won’t have to pretend.

She will be free.

Anna will be free.

Just one slash. Just one. Jus-

Someone tries to open the door, finds it locked and knocks.

Elsa lets out a gasp and slowly back away, letting out a little cry as she steps on the shattered glass.

They try the door again upon hearing the voice. “Elsa, is that you ?”. It’s a female’s voice. Not Anna’s.

Elsa tries to slide the glasses out of her hands, but the blood has dried and now they are stuck, feeling heavy and brittle but still so right. She flicks her fingers and the bigger pieces fly across the room hitting the floor with a shatter. Elsa hears people leaping into action behind the door as they knock harder, begging for entrance. “Elsa ?”

She hears the muttering of a spell, and sees as the door slowly slides open. Panicking Elsa chokes, “No! Don’t enter please “

The door opens nonetheless. Harry and Hermione stands just outside the room staring intently at the scene before them. The blood on the floor, on her hands, in her hair…

Elsa can’t look at them. She is standing on a mess of broken glass, shaking and bloody. Her robe fluttering in the icy storm.

Harry and Hermione enter and from the corner of her eyes, Elsa can see they are breathing heavily and sweating. They have probably been searching for her.

Why bother ?

They are better off without her anyway.

Hermione covers her lower face with her hands, both from horror and to protect herself from the cold, staring through her fingertips as blood continues dripping onto Elsa’s robe.

Harry lets out a breath, “Elsa, What…why ?”

Elsa wants to laugh. Why indeed ? She doesn’t know, it might be because she’s finally lost it, or maybe because it is hurting so much and she can’t take it anymore, or maybe because the repressing of emotions has ultimately driven her mad.

She just wants it to end.

Elsa looks at them with such hollowness in her eyes that Harry’s breath hitches. She is white, her eyes unfocused, and she looks past them without any emotion in her expression as if nothing is grasping her vision.

Hermione softens her voice as best as she can, “Arendelle, it’s okay. We can talk. We understand”

Elsa sees red, “Understand ?” She snarls, the wind picks up in speed and strength, “No, you understand nothing. None of you do. You don’t know what it’s like to carry a secret so huge it tears you down. You’ve no idea what it feels to be different, to question every minute of the day ‘why me ?’”

Harry wants to deny her claim then and there. Cause, he knows. He knows what it’s like to be different, to question why him ? But, the Elsa standing before them is not the smart and stoic witch who kept her emotions locked in a box with no keys. No, this Elsa is beyond reasoning, not emotionless but so filled with emotions that it’s threatening to shatter her like the broken glass laid so menacingly on the ground.

“We don’t” Harry lies, “But, we can help. Let us help you please. Tell us what’s wrong ?”

Everything, Elsa thinks. All the spite she displayed only minutes ago vaporises, leaving behind someone who looks utterly tired and defeated. The howling wind comes to a jarring halt as snowflakes remain floating in the air. “……I only want to stop hurting”, she whispers.

“What hurts ? Your hand ? We can-”

“I hurt my sister” Elsa’s voice carries like a soft breeze around the room. She glares so intently at her hands as if they are the reason for every problem in her life.

Perhaps, they are.

“Elsa, she’ll understand” Harry says softly even though he has no idea if it’s true. But, Anna is the kindest person he’s met so she will understand, right ?

“No. She won’t. She shouldn’t. I just keep on hurting her. Anna will be so much happier without me”

Silence. So much silence and the silence of no one knowing anything and no one knowing what to do. The silence of pity and ‘you’re pathetic’ and ‘Anna deserves a better older sister’.

“Don’t !” Harry’s voice brings Elsa back to the present. She suddenly finds herself out in the roof under the night sky, realising just now that she has involuntarily walked backwards from them and is just few steps away from the edge.

Just few steps.

Elsa turns away.

She has tried so hard, so very hard to conceal her powers, her emotions. Neglected her sister even if it broke both their hearts. Stayed away from human contact even if her mind craved for it. Remained standing with an emotionless facade, when all she ever wanted was to join Anna in a family hug. So many sacrifices. So many sleepless nights. So much pain.

No more.

Just few steps and she can end it all.

Her legs move in their own accord and she vaguely hears Harry and Hermione yelling for her to stop. But, she’s so beyond caring. She needs to do this. End this nightmare she’s living. The nightmare she’s forced on Anna. It is a small price to pay. The last sacrifice. Elsa has failed in everything in her life but she won’t fail in her death. She will set Anna free.

“Just….take care of my sister”

With a last plea to look after her sister, Elsa jumps and vaguely feels something hit her….and then she’s falling, robe fluttering, and wind whistling past her ears. Soon the world goes into darkness and everything fades into ringing.

#exolvo #frozen #fanfiction #elsa #anna #harry potter #crossover #I've no idea wtf I'm doing #fanfic #angst #part 2 involves Anna

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 1 year

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𓅨 Fortuna: Chapter Fourteen

Fortuna: Born with what seemed to be the worst luck in the world, you have managed to get into, and out of, life-threatening situations all your life. That is until the plague of 1514. You had escaped Mother Death countless times before, but not this time. Mother Death has taken a liking to you, and with your kindling relationship, you become that which historians whisper about. You are the great Fortuna, Goddess Incarnate of luck, and ruler over fortune and fate. No one could have anticipated what your ties with Death would bring you: Pain. Torture. Death. Love.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material (Unprotected Sex is a No No).

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x ImmortalSpanish!Reader, Reader’s nickname is Fortuna. Fortuna is the Roman Goddess of personified luck and ruler over fortune and fate.

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The soft bubbling waters of your bath had been left behind. Morpheus had plucked your frail body from the fragrant water and carried you from the bath to your room. You shivered in his arms from the cold and almost instantly the room shifted to have a blazing fireplace. That heat felt heavenly on your skin but you were more interested in being warmed by Morpheus. Your feet dropped to the floor and you pressed your hands against Morpheus’s chest.

“You are quite wet, mi Amor, you are dripping water everywhere,” You state softly, your fingers trailing over the ties of his long coat. Morpheus gazed down at you, softly and with complete adoration. You began pushing at the wet clothing. “Off.” Morpheus chuckled and let you work his jacket free from his body and push it from his shoulders.

“I could always do this job for you, my beloved,” Morpheus told you, his eyes now glimmering with mischief. You returned the look, your lips twitching.

“And take away my pleasure of undressing you, mi rey?” (My king) You countered with a smirk. “I think not.” Morpheus would never take away something that brought you such happiness… so he was content to wait a little while longer to have your bare body cradled against his naked skin. You ran your hand over the seam of his simple grey shirt, appreciating the softness of the fabric. “Fabric can be so soft in these times.” You mused quietly, your fingers running across his chest.

“And I shall drape you in the finest so you may experience all that there is to revel in,” Morpheus promised you, unable to stop himself from reaching up and running his thumb along the curve of your jaw, ever so slightly brushing your lips. Oh, how he desired your touch, your kisses, your embraces, even your hand in his. You made him a better being, a better king, a better Endless. Morpheus’s eyes drifted shut for a few moments as your fingers crawled down his sides and slipped beneath his shirt. You pressed your palms against his side, relishing the way his skin felt. You had missed his touch more than you thought. You ached for it.

It was near torture for the Endless as you ever so slowly drew your fingers upwards, gathering the hem of his shirt as you went. Your fingertips fluttered over his flesh like the softest of wings. Then you were dragging his shirt over his head. Morpheus’s hands slipped free of your body as you pulled his shirt free from his body, and the moment you did, your eyes ran over every millimeter of his sculpted chest in an inspection. Your eyes searched for any implication of trauma or wound all the while your fingers hovered over skin. You couldn’t see any physical evidence of wound or injury… but that didn’t mean he hadn’t been physically hurt. Morpheus, knowing exactly what you were looking for, took your hands in his.

“I was not hurt, my beloved.” Morpheus gently reassured you. “My confined solitude was undisturbed until I was able to free myself.” You stared into his face, trying to see if there was any mistruth in his words. “I would never lie about such a thing to you, Y/N. The only one who has been hurt is you.”

“You cannot fault them for being fearful of that which they were taught to fear.” You reminded him while letting your fingers trail over his palms and down his wrists. “You of all beings should know what fear does to humans.” You could tell that he wanted to argue against your words, argue that you had never deserved to be treated with such cruelty. That even the most basal of creatures didn’t deserve such inhume treatment. So you stretched up on your toes and kissed away any words that might have poisoned his tongue. Morpheus knew what you were trying to do, evade his protests, dismiss his attempts to be upset at your treatment… but you had your naked body pressed against his bare chest and your lips were so sweet. So he would give you this one, just this once.

Morpheus molded his body against yours, nearly trembling himself from the feel of your skin pressed against his. Shifting his wrists from your grasp, he slipped his fingers across your upper arms and wrapped his own around your back. Sighing against Morpheus’s kisses, you ran your hands over his chest to appreciate just how beautiful your Endless lover was. He felt so wonderful beneath your fingers, but you desired to see all of him. So when Morpheus’s lips started pressing against the corners of your mouth and jaw, you opened your eyes and slid your hands down to his hipbones. Morpheus’s eyes glowed silver at the impish look in your eyes.

“I am yours to do what you will, my Tyche,” He whispered to you, brushing his lips across the little mark left behind from when you had been struck in the face over a hundred years ago. Your proceeding smile was so sweet, that for a few moments, any other man would have mistaken you for an innocent angel. You were an angel... when you wanted to be… but right now you wanted to be a little devil. A little devilish vixen who was staring up into Morpheus’s eyes with a desirous look in your eyes. Oh, you wanted him alright, you wanted to devour him. He’d let you. You wanted to taste him again, to imprint him on your tongue, to put something other than devastation and pain in his eyes. Your eyes didn’t stray a millimeter from bright blue as you ever so slowly started sinking downwards.

As you went, your nuzzled your nose over his carved abdomen, appreciating the sculpted muscles hidden behind alabaster skin. You would take comfort in that he remained unchanged in his captivity. Reaching Morpheus’s hip bones, you dug your fingers into dark jeans and pressed your lips repeatedly along the curve of one. Morpheus brushed a hand over your short spikes of hair, fingertips sliding across your scalp.

“My beloved,” He softly rumbled at your slow movements. Morpheus had patience, he was not going to rush you… but after 95 years without your touch, without feeling your body again his? Morpheus wanted to feel you as soon as he could, he wanted to taste you, he wanted to caress your body, he wanted to be in you. But who was he to stop you from enjoying him?

“Sigues siendo tan hermoso, mi rey,” (You are still so beautiful, my king) You whispered, nuzzling his skin and sighing at the feel of him. Not wanting to waste any more time, your eyes flickered to the buttons and zipper of his jeans and you scowled. “Why have they made pants so hard to get off?” Morpheus chuckled at you as your fingers fumbled to get the dastardly jean off of him. At least you managed the button and zipper down but the material was just not behaving for you.

“Would you like some assistance, my Tyche?” Morpheus offered with a teasing smirk. One glow of gold within your eyes took care of your denim issue… and the rest of Morpheus’s clothes as well. You smiled happily as your Endless lover chuckled further.

“It was in my way,” You huffed at him, your eyes lifting to his. You had a gleam of narrowness within the depths of your irises. Morpheus raised a black eyebrow at you and stroked his fingers through your hair and down your cheek.

“Apologies, my beloved.” He spoke to you. “But I do not set the fashion trends throughout time.” You huffed at him before turning your attention back to the great task at hand: reacquainting yourself with your king's body. With one hand resting on his hip, you hungrily eyed Morpheus’s glorious cock. Taking his cock in hand, you started with gentle strokes, enjoying the way that it swelled beneath your touch. You almost snickered from the way Morpheus curled his fingers back into your short hair. Just a few touches from you and he was already reacting to you? Perfecto. But you weren’t a mean lover, nor were you interested in torturing him any longer, so lowering your head, you licked a line from the base of his shaft to the head. It was serendipitous to feel the way his shaft twitched within your grasp and the sound that came from Morpheus. You wanted to hear it again. No, you wanted to hear more, so rather than waste time stroking, you went in for the kill.

Lips parting, you gave the tip a lavish lick, then took him into your mouth. Your hot mouth worshipped his cock, sucking and swirling in all as if you were praying devoutly to an altar. Praying to him. You would if he would let you. Fingers dug into your hair in a harder grasp, tugging at the strands slightly. You sucked harder, continuing your strokes upon Morpheus’s shaft. He tasted like you remembered, salty with a touch of something you couldn’t place. Stars perhaps. You didn’t particularly care, you simply loved to make a being as powerful and eternal as an Endless crumble from your mouth and hand alone. Morpheus wasn’t opposed to your ministrations either, you had always taken his cock in hand, in mouth, and proceeded to suck all restrain from his body until he was bucking against your mouth and groaning intermittently between growls of pleasure.

His fingers were knotted in your hair, helping to work your head up and down his cock. You were all too happy to take him as far as you could go, to his base. You wanted his swollen member thoroughly lavished and loved just as much as he worshipped you. Even with your throat seizing and gagging on his length, you pushed him to the back again and again. Then your ears picked up on the soft words of old. Morpheus was close, quivering with barely restrained power. You wanted him to let go, feel pleasure for the first time in 95 years, and you coaxed him to it. He came with a dark growl, his seed rushing into your throat fast and hot. You basked in his pleasure, feeling pleasure just from his pleasure. Just as you were swallowing the seed you had pulled from Morpheus, he was yanking you from your knees. Your body crashed into his chest as Morpheus’s mouth descended on yours, demanding immediate entry. You didn’t hesitate to part your lips, draping your arms around his neck and pressing your naked body closer to his.

With fevered kisses and a tongue sweeping into your mouth, Morpheus kissed you with unrelenting passion. You could feel the high of his orgasm still running through his body. Tongue licking at your own and tangling with yours, you moaned into his mouth. Your lips were sparking with electricity, making the sensitive flesh tingle and sting in the best and worst ways. You sunk into Morpheus’s deep and devouring kisses, knowing that he was just as starving for you as you were for him. Stretched up on your tip toes, you breathed out a shuddering breath against his lips when you had to part for air. Your eyes just barely peered up into stormy blue, tinged with silver, when you felt his muscles shift. The speed at which Morpheus moved was almost incomprehensible as one moment you were standing in his amorous embrace, and the next you were stretched out on your back in front of the crackling fireplace, thick furs beneath your body. Your breath hitched in your throat, the taste of him still lingering on your tongue.

“You had your turn, my queen, but your king wishes for his own,” Morpheus spoke to you from where he hovered over your body, his voice thick and deep.

“Puedes tenerme, mi rey,” (You can have me.) You gently told him, your hands rising to caress his strong jaw. “Siempre me tendrás.” (You’ll always have me.) Desire burned bright within his eyes and he leaned down to steal another open-mouthed, tongue teasing, kiss, that had you mewling with complaint when he pulled away. “I know you are not teasing me in the worst ways only to pull back, mi Amor,” You lightly warned him, your breaths ragged and shallow as Morpheus kissed his way down your chin to your neck, and then shoulder. He was being rather hyperbolic with his lascivious kisses. Overextending them against your flesh and making a point to overindulge and swirl his tongue in a manner only the most precious deserved. You squirmed and whimpered, fully enjoying it, but also silently begging for more.

Morpheus was not quick to express his love for you. He was painfully slow, methodical with his placement of kisses along the scars that mottled your skin, and unapologetic with the scrapes of teeth and swipes of tongue. Your neck was painted with his vivid love until your skin stung and you knew that evidence of your adoration would be present come morning. Then he reached your heaving breasts and took great pleasure in nuzzling them. He had missed everything about you and your body and Morpheus wasn’t shy to show it. One of your hands ended up in his obsidian locks, fingers winding the locks around in a tight grasp. As he turned his attention to your left thigh, your limb trembled in his grasp. Only you had ever touched the unsightly scars wrapping the circumference of your thighs. But Morpheus was determined to explore every part of your body, ugly or not.

His lips brushed over your uneven skin, kissed the more unsightly spots, and lavished the marred skin until you were squirming beneath him. The whines coming from you fueled your Endless lover as he would drink in those sounds until intoxicated, and then drink some more. Morpheus’s desire for you was fathomless, and he proved so by claiming your scarred skin to the point where you could feel pleasure from that ruined skin.

“Mi rey,” You softly groaned out, frustrated by his lack of progress toward what really ached. Morpheus’s softly glowing silver eyes peered up at you mid-kiss against your hip. You felt his mouth curve against your skin and a second later teeth were nipping your flesh. Your hips jerked as you let out a small squeal. “¡Dios mío, Morpheus!” You exclaimed sharply.

“There is no god here, my queen, only you and I,” He purred against your flesh before burying his face within your parted legs. Your proceeding cry was so melodious Morpheus believed you rivaled Terpsichore, the muse of music, herself. He wanted to hear that dulcet sound again, so with his tongue searching, Morpheus flicked your clit and basked in the echoing sound of your pleasure. Your fingers dug harder into his scalp in response to his avid feast. It was hard not to tug on his once strands, his tongue was swirling across your cunt most greedily and after 95 years of going without him, you had forgotten just how generous your lover was. Or perhaps cruel, he had a tendency to drag out his torturous teases if he was so inclined. But right now all Morpheus wished was to reacquaint himself with your body and give you all the love he had to give and more. It wasn’t hard, you tasted of ambrosia and Morpheus was determined to lap up every drop your body expelled for him with eagerness. That hunger of his made your hips start to buck and shift in his grasp as you cried and whimpered.

You felt like you were going to splinter into stardust beneath him, the entire room spinning as your back arched and you clawed at his scalp and shoulder. Chest heaving as your panted for air against the growing blaze of pleasure within your body, your legs started to shake violently in Morpheus’s grasp. The swollen folds of your flesh were soaked with your arousal and Morpheus groaned from your exquisite taste. Then he pushed his tongue into you, savoring the sweltering heat of your body. You wailed in response, feeling the cusp of ecstasy overcome you in an instant. Shaking violently, you came on Morpheus's tongue while your body twitched and strained against the assaulting waves of pleasure flooding your veins. It was pleasurable agony and you ultimately bowed to it.

Your body dropped back against the thick furs beneath you, and you clenched your fingers on what you held so tightly. Nails dug into Morpheus’s shoulder, his hair was pulled taught against his scalp, the kiss of pain was pure ecstasy for him because it meant that you were experiencing ultimate pleasure. Rising from your cunt, Morpheus observed you carefully. Your thighs glistened with arousal, that same pleasure smeared across Morpheus’s face, and your body limp. Your breasts were rising and falling at a fast pace as you breathed heavily and your face was flushed and sweaty… you had never looked so beautiful.

“Are you still with me, my queen?” Morpheus purred, slowly moving up your body. He placed open-mouthed kisses along your skin, soaking in that softness he adored. He reached your breasts and nipped at your peaks, flicking his tongue across your nipples. You moaned beneath him, having just enough energy to shift and squirm. Morpheus chuckled. “Have I worn you out?” You cracked open your eyelids and eyed your lover. His eyes had turned completely silver with smugness.

“Worn me out, mi rey? No, I’m afraid you will have to try harder if you wish for that.” You replied, strain thick in your voice. “I wish for more.” Morpheus raised his eyebrow at you. You wished for more? After such an energy-draining orgasm as that? How insatiable his little Spanish queen was… and hungry. Who has he to starve you of your craving? Then again, he was just as hungry as you. So running a caressing hand down your side, he enjoyed the way you shivered against his fingers. His bedeviled touch reached your patch of curls and pushed his fingers against them, sliding them through your folds. Your lips parted with a sweet moan. Morpheus drank in your pleasure-filled face and pushed you further. He dipped a single finger into your body and you squirmed. You were so hot and narrow around the digit, Morpheus shuddered at the thought of how you would feel wrapped around his cock. Squeezing his cock. You will certainly feel serendipitous. But he dared not sink into your body until you had been well prepared. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you after you had survived such trauma as you had. You weren’t feeling the same and complained.

“Why must you drag this out?” Your soft murmured complaint slipped from your lips as Morpheus leisurely stroked your walls, he added a second finger, stretching you out further. You whined and bucked against his hand. Morpheus pushed his palm down against your cunt, forcing your hips back to the thick furs with a stern look.

“Patience, my queen,” He murmured, dropping a few more kisses against the silky valley between your breasts. He brushed his lips upward, running them over your fluttering pulse to press against your jaw. His eyes stared firmly into yours. “I will not bring you more harm by hurrying, your body is not used to me.” You whined in further complaint and slouched back against the furs cradling your body. After all these decades of waiting, patience was the last thing you wanted. On his next stroke, Morpheus inserted a third finger. You winced at the painful stretch and he dragged his thumb across your bundle of nerves, soothing your hurt with a spark of pleasure.

Morpheus’s face sooner returned to hover over yours as he consumed the little noises you made with drugging kisses. You responded by lifting your hands and cradling his face, pulling those tongue-tying lips of his closer to yours and swiping your tongue across his lower lip, demanding entry. Morpheus was all too agreeable to your demand, his lips parted, briefly sucking on your lower lip before making a demand of his own. He urged your tongue to twist against his until they slicked together in a tingling slide. You moaned into Morpheus’s ministrations, entirely forgetting about the stretching discomfort. A few minutes passed, but you were so wrapped up in Morpheus’s deep kisses to be aware of the passing time. However, Morpheus was acutely aware of how his fingers slipped in and out of your body with wet ease. Locked in the bliss of kissing your lover, you didn’t even notice the fingers slipping free of your cunt.

Morpheus, with one hand cupping the back of your head, drew his cock up and down your soaked cunt. Then with slick ease, his cock sank into your body. You aired out a surprised noise in the back of your throat against his lips and tensed up as your body fought to overcome the intrusion. Morpheus’s forehead dropped to yours and whispered of ease and reassurances. While your walls did burn and sting, the overwhelming feeling of Morpheus within your body was everything you had dreamed of for 95 long years. He didn’t dare move until your body was once again accepting of what he had to give, so Morpheus slid his hand across your stomach. He caressed your skin and soaked in every quiver and twitch your muscles made. Then you bucked your hips against his, your hip bones touching his.

Eyes narrowing to pinpricks, Morpheus sank his fingers into your short strands and pulled your head back. His mouth came down hard on yours in an aggressive kiss as he pulled his cock back until the head was the only thing your tight clenching walls had to cling to, then he thrust forwards. The proceeding gasp you made as he struck just the right spot within your body was instantly smothered by ravenous lips. As your mouths slid together, your breaths intermingling, Morpheus settled into a thrusting pace that seemed to drive deep into your body every time. One of your hands dropped to his shoulder and you scraped your nails along the taut skin. Oh, how you had missed his body on top of yours, weighing you down, rutting into you, making love to your body with deep desire and ease.

Grabbing fistfuls of Morpheus’s hair, your lips broke apart as you panted, his cheek pressing against yours. Morpheus hungrily bit and sucked at your neck, reveling in how hard your cunt clenched around his cock yet easily let him slip in and out of your body. Your body recognized him. Growling into your neck, he sank his teeth into your flesh, drawing a delicious high-pitched moan from you as your arms wrapped around his back. You felt as if you were burning from the inside out with the way he made love to you, hard but loving. The thin sheen of sweat that gathered along your skin only made your body slide that much easier against his from the jolts of his thrusts. You cried out when his cock burrowed so deep he hit your cervix and a sharp burst of pleasure ripped through your abdomen.

“Mi rey,” You rasped out, feeling as if he intended to permanently mark you as his so that you would always know who held your immortal heart.

“Be my queen, Y/N,” Morpheus strained out, his thrusts increasing in tempo and depth. You thought you might fall apart beneath him. “Be my dream, be my queen, be my wife, be my everything.” He was near begging you now and your heart felt like it was going explode. Your lips parted to answer but for a few moments, all you could get out were strained moans and gasps. Morpheus dragged his lips up your cheek. “Be mine, Y/N, be mine.”

Your face was flushed with pleasure staring up into his intense eyes. Your fingers tightened in his wayward hair, your body writhing against the ever-expanding cock filling you to the brim with each stroke. Pleasure was no longer screaming in your veins, no, it was wailing at the top of its lungs along with the complete love and adoration you had for Morpheus. You finally eked out your final answer.

"Yes, I’ll be your wife," You rushed out in one breath. Morpheus’s eyes glowed with the strength of a supernova, glittering and shining with stars. His body burned against yours and a sweltering orgasm exploded in your veins out of nowhere. You shook violently, coming around his cock hard while digging your nails into his scalp and flesh. Your pleasure had stolen your voice and sight, but you could feel and hear Morpheus joining you in exponential pleasure. His hips crashed against yours and he held them there as he emptied his release within your womb. The rush and high of your promise left you both lost in the stars.

Date Published: 1/29/23

Last Edit: 1/29/23

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cantsaythetword · 1 year

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SS2K22 (Part 2) - Cosquillas Navidad

~A/N - HALLO IT'S ME AGAIN! I get the absolute pleasure to be @sweettallahassee 's squealing santa for 2022! (Yes I get to write 2!!! Lucky me ^^)

I am so happy to get to write something for the Moon Knight boys again I love this trio! I decided to go with the 'wakeup tickles after a rough night' cause I feel like that works really well with these three. I also went for Lee!Marc in this scenario to fit with the prompt the best ^^. I guess it's a liiiiiittle angsty at the start (only a MENTION of Marc's childhood from Steven and Jake) but becomes very fluffy very quickly.

I'm also testing out a way of writing Jake's Spanish to make the story still flow to spanish and non-spanish speakers (such as myself) alike. Let me know if y'all think it works or not, I'm intrigued!!

Once again, thank you @hypahticklish for conducting the entirety of Squealing Santa this year, you've done an amazing job and should be very proud!

Merry Christmas sweettallahassee, I hope you like it !!

EDIT: I CHANGED THE NAME CAUSE SDKJAFHLSDKLJHS I THOUGHT THE PLAY ON WORDS WAS FUNNY HEHEHEHEHE ~

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"Well at least we know he fell asleep eventually..." Steven sighed, looking sympathetically at Marc.

"Si..." Jake nodded. "Aunque no hará que hoy sea más fácil." "Yes..." Jake nodded. "Though it won't make today any easier."

"I just can't imagine hating Christmas." Steven continued, his head hung low. "It must have been awful, with his- our Mum."

It had only taken a few Christmases for the boys to notice just how much Marc struggled with the holiday season. It wasn't necessarily surprising considering how his Mother had treated him after the accident, but they had no idea how to help.

Jake took a breath, and began moving towards the bed.

"What are you doing?" Steven began, eyebrows raised in both confusion and worry.

"Vamos, es hora de que lo despertemos." "Come on, it's time we woke him."

Jake slowly lowered himself next to Marc's head, starting to gently run his fingers through the sleeping man's hair.

"Es de mañana amigo." He whispered, his voice soft and soothing. "It's morning my friend." He whispered, his voice soft and soothing.

His response was a barely conscious whine as Marc turned away and pulled the covers higher. Jake sighed, letting his fingers fall down to the nape of his brother's neck and back up to the base of his hairline.

He would have given up , if not for the slight flinch from the body in front of him, and the almost silent sleepy giggle that followed.

Both Jake and Steven's eyes met, pupils aglow with inspiration and excitement. Jake continued the smooth trails of his fingers up and down Marc's neck, and Marc continues to let soft murmurs of a laugh leave his still-sleeping form.

"Awww!" Steven cooed quietly. "That's adorable!"

Jake grinned, gesturing with his free hand for Steven to join him.

Jumping at the chance to help make Marc's day a little brighter, Steven settled himself near Marc's waist. He brought a hand up to the man's stomach and let his fingers form a soft claw. The moment he began spidering his fingertips along Marc's tummy, Marc was already giggling out his last few moments of sleep.

"Whahahahat...?" Marc drowsily chuckled, not completely aware of the fact that the laughter was coming from him. "Guhuhuhuys!"

"¿Qué te pasa Marc?" Jake smirked from behind. "¿Cosquilloso?" "What's the matter Marc?" Jake smirked from behind. "Ticklish?"

"Quihihihit ihihit!"

Steven laughed. "Oh I don't think you quite want us to stop!"

And boy was Steven right. The beaming smile, the half-hearted (and half-asleep) bats of his hand, the deepening blush with every teasing word. Marc was loving every second of the attention, no matter how flustering it may be.

Knowing how much his friend was appreciating the moment, Steven decided to add his other hand to Marc's tummy. Along with a little more pressure and sporadic movements.

"Nononononono Steheheven!" Marc yelped, delving into full-on belly laughter now. "Stahahap ihihit!"

Sensing the change in tone of the playful attack, Jake began squeezing Marc's trap muscles - right at the base of his neck. Marc let out a squeal, arching his back momentarily before curling up into a ball.

With his access to Marc's tummy temporarily revoked, Steven opted for the deadlier option of his hips. They were a well-known screech spot, but Steven could tell Marc was in the mood for a continued tickle attack.

And who was he to decline?

Somehow finding the perfect balance of pressure and speed, Steven's nimble thumbs rubbed agonizingly endless circles on Marc's hip bones. Marc's waist bucked and shook, as the poor man shrieked within an inch of his life.

"STEHEHEHE- STAHAHA- PLEHEHEHE-!" Marc begged, unable to push a full word through his humiliatingly high pitched laughter.

"Aww, can Marc not take the tickly tickly tickles?" Steven teased, tapping his fingers against his victim's sides.

"NOHOHO- WAHAHAI- STEHEHEV-!"

As Steven continued to torture the poor American senseless, Jake took a moment to relax. His two friends, laughing themselves silly on Christmas morning. What more could a man want? He smiled softly at the sight, and whispered under his breath:

"Feliz navidad, mi hermano." "Merry Christmas, my brother."

#squealing santa 2k22 #squealing santa #fic #mine #moon knight #moon knight fic #moon knight tickle fic #did I write half of this at 2am on New Year's Day? yes...#is it still technically like 12 hours before the deadline? also yes BUT IM ON A ROLL DAMNIT

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tunabesimpin · 2 years

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🐟 TWST SONA INFO 🐟

Finally getting around to makin this intro for my twst sona! ^v^ I only have a fraction of a clue what I'm doing so hopefully this isn't too hectic! ANYWAYS! More info below!

BASIC INFO

Name : Tuna Class : 3-A (Student no. 28) Birthday : September 8th Age: 18 Height : 160 cm Dominant Hand : right Best Subject : Arts Hobby : art Dislikes : Being told what to do! Favorite Food: Potato dishes and Cheesecake Talents : Fast Learner

APPEARANCE

Hair is natural gray with blue dyed tips, styled short in length. Overall body type is rectangular and flat, they have a slightly lean build with strong thighs and forearms. Kinda short, but height isn't anything they care for on themselves. Prescription glasses that only come off if Tuna is exercising or have lost them LOL. Has a few piercings; belly button piercing, dimple piercings, 0g Gauges, helix on right ear, and extra lobe piercing above gauges. Overall Fashion tends to be comfy/ baggy clothes with no design on them. Favors gray, blue, black, or white clothes. Has an interest in big/ chunky shoes and mary janes.

PERSONALITY + BACKGROUND

With an understanding family, they sent Tuna off to NRC to hopefully let them learn how to live with magic and the curse. They end up in Octavinelle dorm. Sexuality and identity! Asexual and nonbinary, they/them only!

ABILITIES

Fishy Beginnings - Insight into just how Tuna received their curse and how they figured out the details into how to activate the curse as well as their own unique magic! Fast Learner- They're quick to adapt and learn new things. A sort of jack of all trades, but never really excelling above and beyond in anything. Strength + Flexiblity + Tolerance- Not super strong, but not exactly weak. They can get to a stand-off with Floyd (as long as he isn't out for blood) and lift most their classmates. Extremely flexible and double jointed. They also have a high pain tolerance and tend not to realize when they get injured or are sick.

RELATIONSHIPS

New Relationship & character Sprite chart -> here!

Rook- Originally seatmates, Tuna found him interesting to listen to and follow around. They hangout occasionally to talk about art, interesting habits, and animal facts. Azul- Tuna heard this dorm leader makes deals left and right and is interested to see what its all about. Pesters Azul with dumb deal ideas (ex. asking to go inside the lounges aquarium or for free drinks), Azul refuses most of these since he has no need for anything from Tuna and the requests seem so ridiculous he refuses to entertain the thought.

Jade- Same club buddies! Tuna respects the mushroom craze, but lowkey wants to challenge the eel in mental battles. Otherwise they don't interact much outside of club.

Floyd- An odd pair. if they both are in a good mood they click together like puzzle pieces and their energy bounces off each other. Leading, of course to quite the discourse in the halls! If either are in a bad mood and run into each other... there'd be a fight for sure. Usually ends in Tuna refusing a loss even if they're at a disadvantage, so someone better come drag them away before Floyd decides to kill Tuna LMAO.

Leona- Classmates. They don't interact much, but when they do it's constant bickering and sarcasm between them. Tuna doesn't hate Leona but another person Tuna just wants to challenge.

Lilia- OH GOD THEY BOTH ARE COOKING?! Yup! These two are cooking buddies by some weird chance. Tuna is just as bad a cook too, but will eat anything and everything as long as its not rotten milk (they ate 2 year old pudding for heavens sake (it tasted like a tire btw)). For reference, Tuna somehow managed to blow up coffee and make cornbread taste like pineapples (DESPITE FOLLOWING BOX INTRUCTIONS (NO I SERIOUSLY DONT KNOW HOW IT HAPPENED AND IT WAS THE WEIRDEST SHIT)). Outside of cooking Tuna greatly enjoys Lilia's pranks.

And thats all folks! Thanks for taking a gander~!

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst Tuna #tuna be talkin

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