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sourwolf-sterek32 · 8 months

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Broken Heart

Summary: You were the first and only female Witcher.

You and Geralt had been together since you were teenagers, training and fighting alongside each other for decades. However, when Yennefer of Vengerberg showed up, he chose her.

Now, years later, you go back to Kaer Morhen for the winter and come face to face with Geralt of Rivia, forcing old feelings to resurface once again.

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Language, violence

Previous Chapter

Chapter 19-

Over the next couple of days, you and Geralt trained.

It started off with simply walking around camp which then turned into slow and steady moves with your swords. Eithné had given Geralt a new sword since his had been shattered by Vilgefortz, and Triss, the wonderful sorceress, had grabbed your sword from the beach when she portalled you here.

Jaskier sat on the sidelines watching you and Geralt train while he wrote in his notebook, no doubt coming up with new songs.

Yennefer had shown up out of the blue one night. She didn't bring any good news with her though and she didn't have Ciri. She did however heal the worst of yours and Geralt’s injuries but left soon after saying that Aretuza and the other mages needed her now that Tissaia was dead.

Your knee was still playing up occasionally even after Yen had tried to heal it. Eithné gave you more of her healing waters to try and help, but nothing seemed to properly heal it. Whatever Vilgefortz’s staff was made out of, it had done some significant damage. It mostly healed though, and you only had a small limp, so it could be worse.

"I don't remember Vesemir's elixir recipe involving so many..." Jaskier trailed off holding up a wriggling worm in his hand. "...worm guts."

"It doesn't. But it's the closest thing to yghern venom I could find." Geralt answered holding the bowl of ingredients up towards the bard.

"Oh, come on, he's... look at him." Jaskier insisted, staring at the worm with sad eyes before he sighed and reluctantly put the animal in the bowl. "Sorry, buddy. Just be gentle with him-"

Geralt crunched the worm with the pestle causing a whine to escape Jaskiers lips as he watched the creature get turned to mush and you chuckled in amusement at his reaction.

You helped Geralt continue to add ingredients, some easier than others to do. Plant roots needed to be squeezed for their water, other liquids had to be boiled before being added to the bowl, plant pedals had to be picked and so much more. There was a lot that went into an elixir.

Next time you see Vesemir you should thank him for always making the elixirs for you all. It was hard enough making two, let alone supplying elixirs to you and your brothers.

Jaskier helped where he could, and by helped it was more like annoy.

"What do you think this tastes like?" Jaskier asked randomly, holding up the wooden stick that you had just been using to mix the fruit juice and... other questionable things together.

"Good. You should try it." You simply replied.

Jaskier shrugged before licking the end of the stick, but he quickly lowered it and poked his tongue out in pure disgust while he gagged.

"That is quite possibly the grossest thing ever." Jaskier exclaimed before pointing at you with the stick. "And you, my friend, are pure evil."

You snorted, "I didn't think you would actually taste it."

"You said I should try it!"

"Never listen to her when she says those words." Geralt suddenly said, looking between you and Jaskier in amusement. "She once convinced Lambert and Eskel to drink goats piss."

"Oh God, I forgot about that." You covered your mouth with your hands in effort not to laugh as you thought back to that day many years ago. "They were so angry."

"Why the bloody hell would they drink that?!" Jaskier questioned in shock.

"She told them it was a new kind of ale."

Jaskier’s head shot in your direction, and you couldn't stop yourself from laughing.

"Evil. Pure evil."

"I think the word you're looking for is genius. Pure genius." You corrected, but Jaskier shook his head.

"Absolutely not. You are a horrible person. Quite possibly the horrible-est."

"Horrible-est?" You repeated, raising your eyebrows at the new word he made up.

Jaskier rolled his eyes and bumped his shoulder into yours playfully, "don't be smart, you know what I mean."

"I do. I also know that you don't mean it because you love me." You replied with a shit eating grin.

Geralt snorted softly listening to you and Jaskier banter before he finally finished making the elixir and began to pour the liquid into two small bottles.

"Ready to try it?" He asked, handing you one of the bottles.

"It won't be as powerful as Vesemir's elixir, will it?" You asked, taking the bottle.

He shook his head, "no. But it should sharpen the senses."

"Good enough for me."

You lifted the bottle to your lips and downed the liquid quickly knowing it would not taste nice in the slightest, but you weren't going to give Jaskier the satisfaction of knowing that detail after what you just did to him.

"Did it work?" The bard asked, his eyes flickering between you and Geralt who had also drunk his bottle.

You glanced over at Geralt, his golden eyes meeting yours and you could feel your senses heightening instantly.

"Oh, yeah. It worked." You nodded, glancing around the forest before turning back to Geralt. "Want to spar?"

"Read my mind."

Jaskier followed the two of you out to the clearing in the woods and plonked himself down on his usual log with his notebook while you and Geralt raised your swords and started to spar.

"Go Geralt!" Jaskier cheered, watching on as you ducked out of the way of Geralt’s attack.

"Really? You're cheering for him?" You questioned, sparing a glance at the bard before swinging your sword at Geralt, who easily deflected it with his own.

"Yes. Yes, I am. Because Geralt is my friend, and you are a horrible person who made me lick that stick."

"You did that with your own free will, Jask. Don't blame me." You shouted over your shoulder.

Jaskier chuckled softly but didn't say anything else letting you and Geralt focus on training. Your swords clanged together loudly, hit after hit. Geralt jumped back a step as you swung your sword at him again, the blade missing him by an inch before he began to advance on you, returning the attack.

You quickly raised your sword and blocked the attack before spinning out of the way. The two of you continued to spar. It reminded you of your training at Kaer Morhen, he was always your sparring partner growing up.

Geralt was the greatest Witcher. He was stronger, faster and more skilled than the rest of you, you all knew that. But you always managed to keep up with him whenever you sparred. You always held your own pretty well against him, but Geralt always got the better of you eventually.

So, when he managed to knock your sword from your grasp after a few minutes of sparring, you weren't surprised. And not a second later, the blade of his sword was against your neck.

"Yes!" Jaskier whooped in the background.

You smirked, raising your hands in surrender and tilting your head towards Geralt, "just like old times, right?"

Before Geralt could answer an arrow suddenly whizzed through the air, narrowly missing both your faces and without looking, you knew who the arrow belonged to.

"You'd be dead now." Milva's voice called out.

"Hmm." Geralt grunted, lowering his blade from your neck before picking up your sword and holding it out to you. "We're leaving now."

"Good. Let's go get Ciri." You smiled, taking your sword and sheathing it over your back before glancing at Jaskier. "Ready to go?"

"You bet."

Jaskier pocketed his notebook and threw his lute over his shoulder before jogging after you and Geralt as you made your way through the woods, waving goodbye to Milva on the way.

The three of you didn't get very far before coming across what seemed to be a Nilfgaardian checkpoint. Nilfgaard soldiers were blocking the road from travellers, limiting who could cross and by the look of it the only way to cross was with the correct papers or by payment.

"We'll never get to Ciri if we don't get past." Jaskier whispered from between you and Geralt.

"How do we get past? Last I checked none of us have any coin." You whispered back.

"There's got to be another way round."

"Not for days." Geralt replied quietly.

Shit.

"I got this." Jaskier said confidently before he strode towards the soldier. “Hi. How are you?"

"Papers?" The soldier asked.

"We lost them." Geralt simply replied, stepping up beside Jaskier and you quickly followed.

"But we would be happy to compensate you for, uh, for your troubles with... umm, give me a second." Jaskier stuttered, checking all his pockets for anything valuable to trade.

"Wanna get through? Pay."

"Here. That's... two! Two orens." Jaskier announced, pulling out two coins from the inside of his jacket and handing them over, but the soldier shook his head.

"You're gonna have to do better than that, freak." He responded before his eyes flashed over to you and a sickening grin spread across his face. "Maybe I can take your beautiful girl round the corner, and she can convince me to let you through."

Geralt's body turned tense, his hand instantly forming a fist at his side, but you quickly stepped in front of him putting yourself between him and the soldier before he could do something stupid.

"That is not going to happen. But here. For your troubles." You said, reaching towards your neck and pulling Eskel's necklace off your head.

Well, technically, it was your necklace. After the Trials and all your training to become a Witcher, Vesemir gave you all necklaces with a school of the wolf medallion on it before you went your separate ways to walk the Path and kill monsters.

Although you and Eskel used to walk the Path together, eventually there came a time when the two of you had to go your separate ways...

"I don't want to do this." You complained, sitting on a haybale in the stables at Kaer Morhen.

Eskel finished saddling his horse before he walked over and sat down on the hay beside you with a deep sigh.

"I know. Me either." He admitted. "But we have to. Vesemir insists that we all need to walk the Path alone at least once. We have to experience it. We have to prove that we can do it."

"That's such bullshit." You mumbled, folding your arms across your chest in frustration.

You knew you were being a baby about it. You were an adult. You weren't a scared little kid anymore. But the thought of leaving your brother and knowing he was out there somewhere fighting monsters, but not knowing if he was okay or not... you hated it.

"Once we prove to the old man that we can do it then we can go back to walking the Path together like it's meant to be, yeah? Geralt and Lambchop can tag along too. We can meet up with Coen and the others along the way. We can do anything we want afterwards."

"That does sound good."

"Fuck yeah, it does!" Eskel agreed with a grin.

The two of you fell into comfortable silence as you sat on the haybale watching the horses, delaying the inevitable for as long as possible.

"I got an idea." Eskel suddenly said, pulling his medallion off from around his neck and holding it out for you. "Take it. You'll always have a part of me with you, no matter what."

"Only if you take mine." You responded, pulling your own medallion off causing Eskel to smile with a small nod before trading necklaces.

You looped Eskel's necklace over your head, lifting your hair to get it around your neck as you looked down at the silver wolf medallion resting against your chest. It seemed stupid swapping them. All the medallions were identical. But it was sentimental. You had your brothers and he had yours.

"Perfect. How does it look?" Eskel asked turning to face you properly with your medallion now around his neck.

"It looks the same." You teased.

Eskel rolled his eyes with a soft chuckle, "obviously."

"Thank you." You said sincerely, your tone turning serious which stopped Eskel's laughter instantly. "Thank you. I know the others won't get it, but... thank you. Having a piece of you with me..."

"It helps." Eskel said finishing your sentence.

You nodded, "yeah. It does."

He smiled before looping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

"Enough of this sentimental crap, we're Witcher’s, aren't we? Before we know it, we'll be back here and shovelling horse shit in the snow."

You smiled softly resting your head against your brother's shoulder and grabbed the medallion on your chest before closing your eyes not wanting this moment to end.

"Don't be afraid. I'll always be with you." Eskel whispered, placing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "Everything will be okay."

You held up Eskel's medallion towards the soldier, twirling it around so he could see the front and back. Technically, it was your medallion from all those years ago when you and Eskel swapped necklaces.

Vesemir had taken the medallion off your brother’s body the day he died and instead of putting it on the tree of fallen Witcher’s medallions, he gave it to you instead knowing you wanted it.

"Wait, isn't that-"

"Eskel's necklace, yes." You said, cutting Geralt off.

"No. Y/N, no, come on, not that." Jaskier argued quietly.

"Pure silver. Vintage. Priceless." You negotiated, ignoring both men beside you as you stared at the soldier who was quick to snatch the medallion with a nod.

"Very nice. On you go." The soldier instructed, stepping to the side allowing you all to pass.

You nodded your thanks and walked off, Geralt and Jaskier hurriedly following.

"It's a damn shame though. I would've loved to have some fun with you girly! It's been a while since I got my dick wet!" The soldier shouted after you.

Geralt came to a sudden halt at the man's words, and you quickly grabbed his arm stopping him from marching back over there.

"He's not worth it. Let it go." You hissed under your breath.

Geralt glanced down at you, his golden eyes ablaze with anger before he looked over your shoulder in the direction of the soldier.

"Just keep walking." Jaskier whispered, backing you up. "Geralt, we need to get to Ciri."

Geralt ignored you both and simply handed Jaskier his sword before he yanked his arm free from your grasp. You knew better than to try and stop him, not when he had that look in his eyes.

You sighed watching him walk back towards the soldier who was completely oblivious with his back turned to the Witcher marching at him.

"This isn't going to end well, is it?" Jaskier sighed from beside you.

"For the Nilfgaard soldiers? Nope. Not at all." You answered.

"Should we follow him?"

"Probably."

"The fuck did you just say to her?" Geralt questioned, grabbing the man’s shoulder and spinning him around forcefully.

"Whoa! Hey, piss off!" The man exclaimed. "Or maybe I'll take her home and see what use she can be put to."

"That was the wrong thing to say." You mumbled under your breath.

"What-" Jaskier started to ask but didn't get to finish his sentence.

Geralt slammed his fist into the side of the soldier's face, once, twice, three times until the man fell to the ground unconscious with a broken nose and definite concussion.

The other soldiers that had been standing off in the background suddenly charged at Geralt, but he grabbed the axe from the man's belt before unleashing all his pent-up anger and rage on the Nilfgaardians.

You watched Geralt slaughter soldier after soldier. You weren't going to stop him. He needed to let out his anger. He needed this.

"Should you, uh, should you help him?" Jaskier hesitantly asked.

You shook your head, "he needs this."

After everything that's happened, after feeling like he failed Ciri for not protecting her, you were going to give him this. This was his way of protecting you and despite the fact that you were a Witcher and didn't need him to fight your battles, you knew he needed to do this. Not for you, but for himself.

"He needs his sword." Was all Jaskier said before he rushed headfirst into the fight before you had a chance to stop him.

"Damn it, Jask." You muttered, unsheathing your own sword.

Not even five seconds later, one of the soldiers noticed the bard weaving his way through the fight and charged at him. Jaskier managed to hold Geralt's sword above his head, blocking the axe coming down at him before you pulled out your throwing knife and lined up the shot.

A moment later, the soldier fell to the ground with the blade impaled through the side of his neck, the only piece of visible skin amongst the metal armour that covered his body.

Jaskier sent you a grateful nod before he reached Geralt and handed him the sword, and once Geralt had that sword in his hand it was over.

You rushed over to Jaskier grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the fight while Geralt tore his way through the remaining soldiers wielding both an axe and sword.

"Get him!"

You pushed Jaskier to safety and spun around to find Geralt kneeling beside a dead soldier, but it was the three other very much alive soldiers sprinting towards him that caught your attention. You ran over them, jumping over the dead bodies that littered the area before kicking the closest one away and slicing your sword through the others neck, killing him instantly.

You turned your attention to the next, the other staggering to his feet, but before you could attack, arrows suddenly soared through the air and stabbed them both with precision accuracy, and they dropped to the ground, dead.

Those were Milva's arrows.

You glanced over your shoulder to find the archer emerging from the woods, a sly grin spreading across her face. You chuckled softly, shaking your head before walking over to Geralt who yanked his sword out the dead soldier before getting to his feet with a sigh.

"I know, I know. We'd be dead now." Geralt said, beating Milva to it.

The woman smirked glancing between the two of you before Jaskier walked over. The bard looked you and Geralt up and down for any signs of injuries, but sighed in relief when he couldn't see any.

"We good?" Jaskier asked wanting to make sure.

"Not yet. Missed one." Milva pointed out, nodding to someone behind you.

"No, I didn't." Geralt muttered, his eyes hardening before he marched over to the remaining soldier, and you didn't have to turn around to know which soldier that would be.

You wiped the blood off your sword with your pants ignoring the disgusted look Jaskier gave you at the action. You poked your tongue out at him causing him to do it back before you sheathed your sword.

"No, no, no, no. Please, don't. Please-" The soldiers pleads were cut off by his own pained screams.

You looked over just as Geralt lowered his sword and the soldier from earlier collapsed to the ground holding his groin with bright crimson blood staining his hands as he cried.

"Ouch. What did that guy do to piss him off?" Milva asked with a wince as she watched.

"He threatened Y/N... uh, sexually." Jaskier answered, unable to take his eyes away from the scene. "Geralt can get protective over her."

"Yeah, I kinda figured that part out." Milva responded.

Geralt reached down and grabbed the soldier, hauling him back to his feet before pinning him up against the side of a caravan.

"You won't be getting your 'dick wet' ever again." Geralt growled, pushing him harder against the caravan causing the man to whimper before Geralt leant closer. "If you don't bleed out and manage to get to Nilfgaard before we do... you tell that fuck Emhyr that no matter his armies, no matter his walls, we will free Ciri. Understand?"

The soldier made a small groaning noise that you assumed was his response before Geralt released him and he instantly fell back to the ground holding his bleeding groin.

Geralt stood above him, breathing heavily through his nose as the anger and adrenaline from the fight slowly dissipated. You walked over to him and grabbed Geralt’s arm gently turning him to face you.

"You okay?" Geralt instantly asked, his golden eyes locking with yours.

You smiled softly, "I'm good. Let's go get our daughter back."

Geralt nodded before reaching down and grabbing your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. You glanced over your shoulder to find Milva and Jaskier making their way towards you through the carnage of butchered Nilfgaardian soldiers that Geralt left behind.

"I want to help you." Milva spoke up, looking between you and Geralt. "And these soldiers have horses around the back."

Geralt nodded, "let's go then."

You, Geralt, Jaskier and Milva took the horses and continued on your way to Nilfgaard. You were going to rescue Ciri and kill Vilgefortz once and for all, and nothing was going to stop you.

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A/N- For now, this is it. I do plan on continuing this story when the next season comes out, but I will be writing it based on Henry’s Geralt, not Liam Hemsworths.

Henry is and always will be my Witcher. You guys can imagine whoever you want while reading, but for me it is always Henry.

I wanted to rush this story and have y/n and Geralt randomly find Ciri in the woods just so I don't have to write any chapters based on the new season, but it felt too rushed when I tried to do it and after all the time I've spent on this and for all of you still reading, I couldn't rush the ending and butcher the story.

So, I plan on adding more chapters, but Season 4 is very far away and who knows what I'll be doing in real life when it finally gets released. So, I won't promise anything, but just know that I have really enjoyed writing this and seeing all your likes, kudos, reblogs and comments. I love you all so very much and thank you for your continuous support.

Until next time, stay safe guys and have a great night xx

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dolcettamagica · 2 months

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𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ch.3

rick x reader, prime rick x reader

𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴: 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘥, 𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺𝘫𝘰𝘣, 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬, 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘶𝘣𝘤𝘰𝘯, 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 & 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴: 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘥𝘯𝘪, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘸𝘤: 3.0𝘬

The room swayed as you navigated the blurred edges of reality. Laughter echoed in disjointed fragments, and your senses danced in a kaleidoscope of emotions. The world, usually anchored in coherence, now floated in a hazy sea of intoxication. Your laughter bubbled up uncontrollably, a symphony of uninhibited joy. Yet, beneath the surface, a subtle vulnerability lingered, as if the alcohol had unraveled the tightly wound threads of your composure. There was a fleeting sense of detachment, a reminder that the intoxicating elixir could distort both the present and your perception of self.

“D-didn’t I tell you-you…? This shit is fu-fucking good”, Rick took another sip of the glittery green substance. You already forgot what it was called and from where it was – honestly, you didn’t even care. One glass after another has been poured down your throat, five different drinks from five different planets. You were anything but sober just like Rick. Both of you sat crisscrossed on the bed in front of each other. Why did you hate him again? Who gives a shit.

“You’re right, yeah, you’re right”, you giggled as you leaned forward, your hands grabbing into the soft white mattress. Loose strands of hair were falling onto your face as you look up at Rick. Even sitting down, he was more than a head taller than you. “Feels like…hm…feels like I’m on some other fucking planet.”

By your switch of position Rick had a wonderful view before him. Your top was revealing and tight, pressing your tits together, your soft skin glistening in the dim light. His eyes wandered done to your hips and legs. Fucking hell, what a fine piece of ass. Maybe it was the alcohol talking or maybe he was just fucking horny. Lust and desire filled his senses, but Rick didn’t want to do anything…yet. “I am the smartest man alive after a-all. You gotta trust-trust me on this sh-shit, y/n. And you haven’t even tried space weed, y/n, it’s going to bl-blow your fucking mind.” Should be blowing me instead. He watched as you started cackling once again, he didn’t know who was more wasted – you or him.

“Mhm”, you cooed, “Rick Sanchez is the smartest man alive. Be my bartender instead of a scientist, Rick.”

Slowly he laid his hand on yours as he got closer. His touch made your skin burn, goosebumps forming on your neck. He still doesn’t give a fuck about personal space. Quickly you pulled your hand away, a strange feeling clouding your senses and creeping down your body. “I-I could be something completely dif-different than your bartender, little one.” How could his voice sound teasing and seductive simultaneously? Why did his touch feel so familiar every time?

In all honesty, you wouldn’t mind giving yourself to him right now. Both of you were more than just drunk and a little sex would certainly help you destress after this hard, nerve-wrecking day. Something in the back of your head though begged you not to do it. You also had some doubts – What if you’re actually a virgin? What if this is a test? What if it’s a trap and you’ll be kicked out afterwards? Rick would be egoistic enough to do something like that. So, you chose to simply ignore this last comment.

“Tell me more about space-weed, pretty please?”, big doe eyes met his gaze.

Beg for it more. “Never seem to g-get enough, huh?”, swiftly he took a baggie out of his lab coat. Your eyes widened. the containment possessed vibrant colors, exotic patterns, and unique properties that contribute to its intergalactic allure. Grinning he opened the baggy and let the weed fall into his hand. “Wh-what type of girl are you? Bong? Joint? C-can’t bake some br-brownies for you now, princess.”

“Bong sounds like a vibe”, it didn’t take long for you to catch your composure. Rick also seemed to just ignore what happened a fee seconds ago.

Carefully packing the bowl with space-weed, Rick adjusted the water level in the bong. With a flick, he sparked the lighter, bringing the flame to the bowl's edge. Inhaling deeply, he brings the bong to his lips, igniting the substance and creating a milky swirl of smoke. As Ruck pulled, his eyes focused on you. Right after the bong left his lips and was placed on the bed, Rick grabbed you by your neck and forced you closer to him. His lips were almost touching yours. “Wait, what, Rick?!” Rick blew smoke into your mouth, coating your mouth with a sweet yet earth taste.

“It’s c-called shot gunning, baby”, his hand, which was previously grabbing your neck, was now tucking your hair behind your ear, “Wish you could see your slutty expression right n-now, y/n.”

Every cell in your body was yearning for more, your brain on the other hand “Stop fucking around, old man.” It wasn’t teasingly, you were stone cold and serious.

All of a sudden Rick seized you, his grip unyielding as he forcefully pinned you down onto the bed. The air crackled with tension as his eyes bore into yours, filled with a raw, primal hunger. You gasped, caught off guard by the sudden ferocity of his actions, your heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. Rick’s touch was rough, his body pressed against yours with a commanding urgency. In that moment, you realized the depth of his desire, as Rick claimed you with an undeniable passion that left you breathless and powerless to resist. “D-Didn’t I tell you that next time you call me an ol-old man, I’ll make you scream it, dumb brat?”

Only now did you realize in what kind of position you were. One hand was gripping your throat while the other was groping your ass. He was lying between your legs and something hard – and big – was pressing against you. “Fu-fuck, look at your fucking f-face. Needy girl. Makes me want to ruin you.”

His fingers almost dug into the soft skin of your buttocks as he finally placed his lips on yours. His tongue quickly found its way into your mouth as soon as you wanted to protest his behavior. The kiss was chaotic, full of desire and lust. His tongue closed around yours again and again and he began to roll his hips against you. His hard cock rubbed against your yoga pants-covered vagina. It caused the perfect friction for your clit, you felt how wet you were getting. After what felt like an eternity his lips parted from yours.

“What are you doing, R-Rick?!” Your intention was to sound angry or at least not as excited as you actually were. Instead, your voice sounded breathy and even worse, like you loved what was happening. Ashamed of your own arousal, you bit down on your lip and hoped Rick wouldn’t notice how fucking horny you were.

"Ri-Rick? No. You must call me sir, master or Mr. Sanchez, dirty-dirty whore," he let go of your throat and ass to literally rip the white tank top off your body. In one quick motion, he pulled your breasts out of your bra. "Do y-you think I'm stupid? Senile? Have you for-forgotten that I'm the smartest man alive? I know exactly what you want, little one, even before you realized it." The whole time he was talking he didn’t stop dry humping against your pussy.

His lips enveloped one of the nipples, sucking and sucking on them while the other tit was squeezed by his hand. It was all too much for you, it was overstimulating. Your tits were extremely sensitive to Rick's tongue and hand. You moaned louder and louder, unable to form words, let alone sentences. “wai-…ah, w-wai-…plea-“

Rick's cock seemed to get even harder as your sugary moans fell on his ears. "Y-You like that, don't you? This old man makes you moan-moan like a bitch in fucking heat. You dirty little slut. Have you been provoking me all-all this time to make it end like this? Did you want to be punished, li-little one?" You could do nothing but shake your head. He was the one who had provoked and embarrassed you all this time, right?

"Are-are you really innocent o-or are you just pretending? I can see the looks you give me during our…hot mo-moments. The way your c-cheeks turn bright re-red, your heavy breathing and those eyes filled-filled with dirty fantasies. I've already noticed. I warned you…y-you didn't listen, so now you have to obey. Take your clothes off." He ordered while sitting up.

Tears filled your eyes. Was it the situation or was it the fact that Rick's fat cock was no longer pressing against your clit and sending your body into a state of ecstasy? You weren't sure of the answer yourself. Your brain and body were at odds - your pussy craved Rick while your brain begged you to leave the room. His power-hungry eyes stared at you as if he was waiting for your reaction to further assess the situation. Are you going to play along or are you going to stop? "Did you not hear me, whore? Undress, now."

"Y-yes..."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

Maybe it was wrong, maybe not. Maybe it was the alcohol or weed, maybe you just wanted to keep being touched by this disrespectful man. While you threw your bra and pants as well as your thong on the floor, Rick undressed as well. The two of you watched each other. Rick took in every curve of your body – you were exactly what he wanted. Rick was thin but fit at the same time and – oh God – his cock... His cock was huge.

"Do you like what you see, p-princess?" a dirty grin graced his lips. "I like the sight too. Lie-lie down again and spread your legs. I want to see your little cunt." This time he didn't have to repeat his command twice. Slowly (and somewhat reluctantly) you lay back down and spread your trembling legs, not sure if you wanted his cock inside you. Shyly, you looked up at him and your breathing hitched. Rick's hand was around the tip of his member, moving it up and down as he eyed your most intimate area.

“Fu-fucking hell, you’re so fucking wet already. Jesus. I-I didn’t even touch you for real an-and yet you’re soaking. Desperate little thing.”

Out of nowhere and without any warning, Rick grabbed you by your thighs and pulled you effortlessly towards him. "Wh-wait! Please...please don't go in..." You were aware of how your voice was shaking and there was still a hint of absolute desire in it, you were ashamed of it. Would Rick even listen to your plea?

"I-inside? My cock inside you?" He threw your legs over his shoulders and slapped his hard member several times on your clit. “Do you really think th-that you’re actually worthy of my fucking cock?! I’m not rewarding you, this is a punishment, sl-slut. Even if you end up begging me to r-ram my cock inside your lil-little cunt, I won’t.” Mixed emotions filled your heart – relief and sadness. This man was driving you insane.

Rick took his cock into his hand once again and rubbed his tip and and down between your pussy lips, feeling your wetness. “F-Fuuuck, baby, that’s what I do to you, huh? Some dry humping and nipple play and you’re all hot and bo-bothered for this old man.” His cock never touched your clit and you felt yourself almost begging for it. Subconsciously you moved your hips, hoping it would somehow help.

“Lo-look at that. What a little greedy who-whore you fucking are”, Rick understood what you wanted, and he was kind enough to grant you wish. This pre-cum leaking tip circled your clit, causing you to whimper and moan beneath him. “You love this old man’s cock, do-don’t you? Mr. Sanchez is taking such good care of you.”

He leaned down, his chest hovering above yours as he started to grind against you. How could it be that his cock was satisfying you without actually being inside you? He kept rocking his hips – hard and aggressive – your wetness served as some kind of lube as his shaft kept rubbing over your clit again and again and again. It was driving you crazy.

“You’re such a fucking wh-whore”, he hissed into your ear, his hand smacking your ass red, “I bet-bet you want me inside you now, huh? Want-want me to abuse that small cunt and put you to some go-good fucking use. Mmh…fuck, fucking shit…”

He was right. Rick was always right. You wanted him, no you needed him buried deep inside your clenching, pulsating walls. He was rough and dominant. Choking you, spanking your ass, slapping your cute face while staring deeply into your eyes and calling you a worthless whore.

“Please, sir, I-I’m begging you…”

“Oh, sweetheart, didn’t I tell you this was a punishment?”

And then he was gone, his back leaning against the wall as he sat on the other edge of the bed. No, he can’t be serious. “I actually w-wanted you to scream old man but I think denying you to cum is faaar worse for a dirty bitch like you.” He is actually serious.

“You’re an absolute fucking asshole! O my God!”, rage took over your body and shame slowly crept up. Instead of replying to you, Rick started to put his clothes on again. Even though he was still hard as a rock. Lazily he tossed your clothes over to you.

“Listen, princess, I-I told you I was going to punish you. How would it be pun-punishment if I let you squirt all over my dick? Besides”, he paused for a moment, “You were so fucking wet and begging for my cock that I was about to pound you like so-some fucked up wild animal. Wouldn’t want that now…or maybe you would, right, little one?” Yes, Rick was one second away from ramming his shaft inside your soaking pussy and fuck you to oblivion and back without giving two flying shits about your feelings. The angel on his shoulder – which barely showed up – advised him not to. He didn’t want to break your mind after all he just wanted to tame you and make you his fucktoy.

“Oh…”, dumbfounded you pulled your thong over your ass and your tank top over your head, didn’t really need anything else. You understood where Rick was coming from but you also senses that he wasn’t telling you the whole truth. Awkwardly you pulled the covers over your lower body and lowered your gaze.

A sigh fell from Rick’s lips, “y/n, chill out. I didn’t even fuck you. Here, take the bong.” He really didn’t have to tell you twice. In hopes to forget what just happened, even if it’s just for a fleeting moment, you first took a big gulp of some space-alcohol which was next to you on the workbench before taking a hit of the bong.

“We got five drinks down, another five to go!”

“What the actual f-fuck do you mean another five?! It’s like 2am, Rick!”

“I t-told you, y/n, we’re-we’re getting wasted tonight! No sleep just drinking and smoking, y/n! Let’s fucking goooo!”

His eyes narrowed with an unsettling intensity as he watched you, the woman he desired, moaning for C-137 on a large monitor. A surge of jealousy and possessiveness gripped him like a vice, his heart pounding with a mixture of anger and despair. Every fiber of his being screamed in protest, unable to bear the sight of you in the arms of another – whimpering and squirming, needy and horny. His hands curled into fists, nails digging into his palms as he fought to control the seething jealousy that threatened to consume him whole. With each passing moment, his obsession with you intensified, his mind swirling with thoughts of reclaiming what he believed to be rightfully his. He couldn't bear to see you with anyone else, couldn't fathom the idea of you belonging to another. In his eyes, you were his and his alone.

“How could you?! How the fuck could you?!”

With fury blazing in his eyes, he slammed his fists down onto the table with a force that reverberated through the room. The sharp sound of his anger echoed off the walls, punctuating the tense silence that enveloped the space. Each blow echoed his frustration, the intensity of his rage palpable in the way his knuckles whitened with each strike. His jaw clenched, muscles tensed, as he unleashed a torrent of pent-up emotions, his entire being consumed by a fiery wrath that threatened to consume him whole. The table trembled under the force of his fury, bearing the brunt of his unleashed rage as he struggled to contain the tempest raging within him. In that moment, he was a man possessed, his anger a primal force that demanded to be heard, leaving no doubt of the depth of his turmoil.

Maybe it was his fault. Maybe he should have fucked your brains out before sending you off. Maybe he should have written in his notes that you are his. Maybe he shouldn’t have given you a last chance at all. He always yearned to see the face that you made just a minute ago. He wanted to beg you beg for his cock, soaking wet and desperate enough to not refuse him.

How did C-137 get that far within a few hours?! “Maybe her subconscious is bound to me”, he whispered to himself. That must be it. After all you were his and C-137 just happened to be a version of him. For a split second he thought about bringing you back to him, so that C-137 would never touch you again or fuck you right in front of that bastard to show him who you belong to. But he couldn’t do that – not yet. C-137 didn’t achieve what he wanted him to. Sex was something which could also be taken by force (or under dubious circumstances like C-137 did), what he wanted could not be forced onto you.

“I will kill you for this, C-137.”

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subastian-swallows · 1 year

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Ominis Gaunt, Uncle Extraordinaire

CHAPTER THREE: VIVID DREAMS

★ Chapter two

Chapter four ★

Pairing: Sebastian x YOU x Ominis - Love triangle?

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: Angsty, Forbidden love, ALMOST smut

Summary: A series of fluffy, angsty, heart-breaking moments between you, the reader and Ominis/Sebastian — where you figure out that ever since that day, Ominis allowed you into his heart, he has been completely in love with you. Slight problem, you've eloped with Sebastian and are now raising your daughter.

Side note: Ominis and Sebastian became Aurors after graduating — let's just say they both had enough experience in that department to be great fits. You, the reader, are currently a stay at home mom — a housewitch if you will. BUT don't be discouraged, you are a great asset to supporting your husband in taking down those that deserve it.♡ •ᴗ•

Ominis had three tasks — that morning.

To concoct an elixir for his splitting headache, to apologise to you and perhaps consider working on whatever was left of his friendship with Sebastian — though, all of this was a lot easier said than done. For one, Ominis was still horrible at brewing potions — the possibility of him poisoning himself had only grown higher over the years and he knew if he wanted it done right, he had only two options. You or the overly expensive potion vendor in the heart of the village and it was no brainer — that he stumbled groggily towards the scrawny man, selling clearly over priced items. But Ominis had no choice, or well he did — but refused to give you the satisfaction, that is, if you would even do it now.

Once he made his way to the stall, his head felt like it was on fire. And by this point, Ominis was ready to start drinking again — better to ignore the pain, then battle it. But it wasn’t until he heard your laugh that his fingers tensed around his wand — realising that task two had come a lot sooner than he had wished it to. So when Ominis turned to the sensation of you stepping up beside him, brushing his arm gently with your own — it was your soft sigh that made his knees almost buckle beneath him and despite desperately wishing to retreat, he stiffened when you placed your hand on top of his.

“You look terrible —”

“I feel terrible — I, perhaps, might have overdid myself last night,” Ominis said, his voice soft to battle against the ringing in his ears and when he heard you chuckle softly, he frowned and attempted to gain the attention of the vendor — with no luck, so you pouted slightly as you whistled for the man’s attention, “I suppose this is my punishment, to be ignored and forced to suffer.”

You smiled a little too brightly at the thought of him suffering, but more so, due to how he acted last night and then you pulled him to follow, “I believe I have the ingredients needed for the elixir — and if you would be so willing to come and enjoy breakfast with me, perhaps I shall brew it for you.”

“Is Sebastian there? I’m not sure he’d enjoy the idea of you inviting me to your home — especially since he’s still sore about our fallout.”

“Why would that matter? Or have you forgotten that you were my friend too?” You asked, unsure if the last few years were nothing more than a trick of the mind and when Ominis exhaled with a hum, you tried to pull him again, “besides, Sebastian’s left for the day and our daughter is with Madam Davenport — so you’re safe.”

Ominis finally allowed you to drag him along behind, but truthfully it was mainly due to desperately needing the elixir — or at least that’s what he told himself. And when he found himself in your living room, resting on the edge of the sofa — listening to you hum a song, softly to yourself as you made the potion, Ominis thought about how he missed this. It was something he did often when you were students — you see, potions was never something he was good at and when you showed up in the fifth-year, seemingly a whizz, without even really trying — Ominis was amazed and also slightly bitter.

But, when you offered to support him in his studies — even asking for him to join you in the late hours in the Room of Requirement, to work on it together, well it made him want to continue to suck at it — if it meant more time with you. Once you had finished the elixir and brought it out, clearly proud of your work — Ominis shifted stiffly when you sat yourself beside him and turned him towards you.

“Ominis — considering everything, I made this a little stronger — so you’ll probably need to take it easy, for the rest of the afternoon? Does that bother you?”

“Trying to poison me are you? What did you add to make it stronger?” Ominis said, chuckling softly when you huffed and pushed the vial into his hand, truthfully, he trusted you more than anyone and so he raised it as if he was toasting her and swallowed it quickly, “I tease — besides…if you did…I’d be surprised…”

“Ominis?!”

The room grew hazy at first, before Ominis suddenly felt lightheaded — and the last thing he remembered, before he passed out, was the way you shook his shoulders and your voice was filled with concern. But despite the abrupt fall into what felt like a short nap, Ominis almost yelped in response to you shakily pulling out a basket of potion bottles and accidentally knocking one against him. The noise did well to stop you from moving and when Ominis slowly pulled himself up, the sound you made was filled with relief until his hand moved abruptly and when he knocked the vial in your hands — he cursed softly as it shattered against the floor.

Without thinking Ominis quickly leaned forward and attempted to do what he could with whatever shattered glass he could find — his heart twisting slightly in his chest as you leaned down beside him and did the same. But with the elixir causing him to feel just as groggy as he did when he was drunk — Ominis cursed again, when he sliced his hand against a piece of glass.

“Ominis — you’re bleeding!” You said, placing the glass you had picked up onto the table, before standing up and pulling out your wand — perhaps, it was due to the sudden tension between you to, but magic was almost forgotten at this point and you frowned at the result, “just sit still — I’ll get a cloth, to clean it.”

“You don’t need to — I’m fine.”

But when you vanished the glass from around you and rolled your eyes at his response, you quickly darted into the back room and returned with a warm, wet cloth, “please don’t fight me on everything Ominis — I just wish to help you.”

Ominis could only swallow harshly — when you pressed the damp cloth against his skin, as the soft patting motion left an electric shock in its place. You were so close that the faint scent of your body caused him to go into overdrive and suddenly he had reached for your hand, stopping it abruptly. The low whimper you let slip, was enough for Ominis to realise you had felt the tension in the air and as if he had used it as a sign to continue — Ominis raked his fingers up your arm.

“Ominis — what…do you think you’re…doing?”

“I’m merely testing out a theory, that’s been coursing through my head,” Ominis said, continuing the grazing of his fingers, so that they now slipped over your collarbone — painfully covered by the button up you were wearing and when his touch reached your neck, you whimpered again, “tell me something? If I continue, am I to expect another slap?”

You opened your mouth, but before a word could escape — a soft moan slipped past as Ominis drew a line along your jaw, causing you to shudder and you tried to pull away, “we can’t…do this — I’m married…remember? To your best friend?”

“I think the best friend card was thrown out — long ago, don’t you think? Besides, I can keep a secret — it's a quality I’m rather good at, after all.”

Although the feeling of guilt seeped into his thoughts as he spoke about Sebastian — Ominis’ finger drifted back towards your ear, inciting yet another soft whimper from you. He had thought a lot about this moment, for a chance to see you completely come undone and despite the possible regret he might feel — you weren’t stopping him and so he wasn’t going to.

By now, Ominis had leaned forward slightly — his own anticipation for skin on skin contact, becoming too much and his other hand quickly found its way to your hip. Dragging you into his lap, now that he had spread his legs just enough, so that you fitted perfectly between them — the new sounds slipping through your parted lips were almost as if your body was begging for him. And as Ominis was never one to ignore your pleas, his fingers grazing your skin gently quickly sprawled through your hair and he pulled you down towards him.

“Have you ever thought about me? About me fucking you?” Ominis said, his voice a whisper now as he held you back just enough that his lips only lightly touched yours and when you squirmed under his grip, wishing to pass the little space left between you both, he smiled, “I want to hear you say it? Can’t you do that for me?”

“Ominis…I — have…of course, I have.”

Ominis’ smile turned dark at the thought of you touching yourself to him.

At least now, he knew it was a mutual feeling and as if he was simply savouring the moment, where he tasted you — he chuckled softly when he felt you push against his hands. But, still refusing his space to be consumed by you, Ominis had finally found his confidence again and he suddenly licked at your lips — parting them, but that’s all.

“Do you know how much of a tease you were, back in our school days?” Ominis said, tightening his grip on your hair as you tried again to reach him, the action causing another whimper to leave you — but this time it was louder and impatient, “I suppose you didn’t think I noticed, how you left little clues of something more between us and yet you still chose him. Fascinating really.”

Your hands which had been limp had now moved to hike your skirt up and when one of them brushed his own — which was still gripping your hip, Ominis could only suck air through his teeth as the coldness of your skin revealed you had nothing on underneath. And it was only after his grip loosened just a little that you pushed forward — but, he was still faster.

“Ominis…please —”

“Please, what? Should I really give in that easily?” Ominis said, pulling down at your hair so that your neck was now on show and when you gasped at the abrupt movement, Ominis finally allowed his lips to brush your skin — the new feeling, causing your moan to be even louder now, “I’ve waited years for this, so this won’t be fast — and I won’t be gentle.”

Ominis was telling you the truth — it had been a long time coming, no pun intended. And the idea of having all of you, was something that had replayed on a constant loop inside his head — from the moment he realised just how much you meant to him. But, Sebastian was always faster. To be fair, Ominis had never disclosed his feelings for you and so it was perhaps him being a sore loser — yet, when he had to listen to Sebastian speak of you and how your body reacted to him, well, Ominis might have needed to find a quiet place to have a moment with his thoughts.

Working his tongue now along your neck, until it reached your lips — Ominis smiled softly against them before he suddenly let go of your hair and you fell into him completely. It was your turn this time and as you found your hands reach up and wrap around his neck, he bit back a moan as he pulled you closer. And when your lips finally melted into each other in a desperate attempt to get rid of any space between you both, Ominis gasped into your mouth as you subconsciously rolled your hips against his.

“Ominis…do you love me?” You asked, hungrily against his lips as if you wished for something to help drag you quicker through your first release and when he pushed his tongue into your mouth, moving your hips faster against him — desperate for the touch of you, he shakily hummed, “Ominis…?”

And suddenly, Ominis felt as if he had been splashed with a bucket of water and when his eyes groggily opened to you leaning over him, a hand pressed against his flushed face — Ominis quickly pushed you away without thinking.

“Merlin’s beard — I…sorry, I must have passed out,” Ominis said, realising he was sprawled out on the sofa of your living room and when he glanced down, realising the sensation of his pants being so tight that it felt as if they were cutting into him — he was thankful, there was a sheet to hide the remnants of his dream, “I apologise for pushing you, but, you started me.”

You frowned and moved forward in an attempt to check his temperature, but as you did — Ominis gently caught your wrist and shook his head, “Ominis, I must check if you’re alright, I truly thought I had poisoned you — the way you passed out as quickly as you did…and with the noises you were making, well I was worried.”

“Don’t be — I’m fine, but I could use a glass of water.”

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quitealotofsodapop · 6 months

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So in the Monkey King and the Infant AU, Guanyin and Iron Fan are sisters right?

What was their relationship like? And how did Guanyin feel about Red Son being taken from Iron Fan?

Would Guanyin put up much resistance to Iron Fan trying to take her son back or would she just kinda let it happen? It's Iron Fan's kid afterall.

It's... complicated.

I did try to draft up a rough Royal Family Tree a while back, and Guanyin/Songzi is listed as one of the Jade Emperor and Xiwangmu's daughters, aka Iron Fan's older sister.

You see Guanyin isn't biologically related to the Jade Imperial Family.

But her soul is.

Let me explain.

Guanyin/Kuan Yin is the current incarnation of the First Jade Princess Songzi - the eldest child of the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West.

Whilst studying under Bixia Yuanjun, the Goddess of Birth and Destiny, Songzi realised that she was disatisfied with her heavenly existence, and longed to experience the cycle of mortal life and death her teacher spoke of.

Then one day Zhinu the Seventh Princess; would abandon her cushy life in the Celestial Realm to be with a human man. Only for the Jade Emperor and his wife to tear the happy couple apart by literally splitting the skies open so that they could never meet. Zhinu and her husband and children were forced to become cosmic castaways in order to escape Heaven's authority.

Songzi had lost her then-youngest sister all because she loved someone.

So one day, Songzi decided to no longer eat the Peaches or drink the Wine. Many fights were had between her and her family over the matter, with them even trying to force her to consume an Elixir of Immortality just to lengthen her time.

Until one day, Songzi passed on. The details are unclear.

The Celestial Realms quaked with the sorrow that overtook the royal family for thousands of years to come.

Songzi would reincarnate many times in the proceding years. Sometimes as an animal, an asura, a mortal man, or in the case of Miao Shan; a human princess. And each time, she would choose mercy over violence or spite.

As Miao Shan, she refused to marry and instead became a buddhist nun/healer, much to the distaste of her father Miaozhuang Wang. He would then execute Miao Shan for defying him/having powers that scared tf out of him, but she still forgave him and her executioner. Even while staying in a layer of Naraka/Hell, Miao Shan managed to alleviate the pain and torment of those around her - so much so that King Yama the God of Hell kicked her out. (Bonus lore detail+ Miao Shan is frequently associated with Tigers and lions during her tale, which is the celestial animal of Xiwangmu...)

The now-revived Miao Shan would spend many years meditating and helping out lost fisherman while chilling on Fragrant Mountain/Southern Seas. Until one day she heard that her King bio-dad was dying, and that the eyes and arms of a pure being could cure him - so she offered up her own. In this great act of forgiveness she became Guanyin.

The Celestial Realm noticed this and upon recieving confirmation of who she once was; wanted Guanyin to immediately return to Heaven and retake her position as the First Jade Princess.

However, Guanyin realised that she couldn't just leave earth behind while there was still so much mortal sufferring that she could heal. So she became Bodhisattva so that she may still act directly with mortals and the Buddha.

All the Jade Emperor and Xiwangmu can do is sigh with both frustration and resignation. Thats their eldest daughter for you.

From Heaven's perspective, it's a lot like the "Steven isn't Pink Diamond, but kinda?" situation in Steven Universe. The Celestials don't 100% understand that reincarnation isn't a direct copy-paste; Guanyin isn't Songzi anymore, though she still holds her soul and her powers. If she ever truly wanted, she could become next in line for the throne.

A similar situation happens later with Lady Yin - Nezha's mother, who reincarnated as a human woman and decided to stay that way even as her husband and sons become Gods/Celestials in their own rights. Nezha is in turn considered *legally* the grandchild of the Jade Emperor, despite not having a genetic link to him.

Princess Tieshan/"Iron Fan" was born shortly after all these deaths occurred, becoming the youngest out of all of the royal daughters. She grew up hearing how perfect her missing sisters were. All perfect except for that One Little Thing that caused them to lose their place in Heaven and by-proxy; their parents love. These harsh warnings and lessons to never let her emotions rule her decisions, accidentally led Iron Fan to fall for a demon who wore his heart on his sleeve - the Demon Bull King.

As for how Guanyin felt about Red Son being taken from his parents? She felt bad honestly - but she thought that he would cause so much more damage if he was allowed to run around undiciplined. And being legally First Princess, she was allowed to make the decision for his "punishment" when the toddler Red Son did something that greatly angered/terrified the gods...

As for Iron Fan coming to pick Red up from the Southern Sea? Guanyin is literally like; "Ok sure. I'm glad you're taking initiative again. I made sure Red didn't age so you two could make up for lost parent-child time. Call me if you need anything."

Princess Iron Fan really isn't sure how to react around Guanyin. The Bodhisattva may have the soul of her eldest sister - but she acts like a younger one to her (as Miao Shan was the youngest of three), and is a neutral party in the debate of Heaven vs Everyone Else. So the best PIF can do is call her Red's "auntie" and not elaborate on the details.

One of my mutuals @dorothygale123 has been reading through chinese mythology, and was the one to open the door for me on the Guanyin origin story. I've been looking through different articles, and have decided "tired reincarned goddess" is my au's interpetation of Guanyin.

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aheavenlycreature · 7 months

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So, I’ve had this idea for a fic for a very long time. Maybe one day I’ll actually have the discipline to sit down and attempt to finally write the damn thing, but I still wanna share it and get it out there in some capacity. Hell, if any of you reading this want to steal it and write this for yourselves or get inspired by this in some way, please feel free to!!!

Anyways— we always see Dean react to Cas’ death but Cas never sees the aftermath/fall out from it because well duh– he’s dead but the deaths are also very quick like the stabbings from angels or the Empty swallowing him whole pretty quickly after the love confession. Even when Castiel was stabbed with the spear, even though it was a little slower– it was evident that it wasn’t by much.

But, what if Castiel was suffering from a poison that would take days to kill him. Maybe even weeks?

I had this idea where it’s set in season 13 with the apocalypse hunters because that was the best way I could come up with for why this sort’ve poison even exists in the first place but like I said, if you wanna steal it this idea you come up with whatever origin for the poison you want.

But the gist is the poison was specifically designed to kill angels in the most brutal way possible by turning their own grace into something deadly and essentially becomes the poison. The worst part– once the grace has been corrupted like this it cannot be extracted from the angel.

So their grace is killing them slowly and burning them from the inside out and feels like torture the entire time because it’s basically like if your blood was replaced with acid. You can’t do anything about it other than to wait to die.

And Cas starts suffering from this– likely from an enemy who hates him or just hates angels in general and sees them all as threats to humanity. Point is, Cas’ grace gets corrupted from this and Dean has to witness Castiel slowly die in front of him.

This has never happened before. Cas has never been sick to begin with, let alone this kind of sick where they know it’s gonna end in death. Dean’s freaking out and trying to figure out a way to save him.

(In my head, there is an elixir Rowena cooks up to save Castiel but they have no clue on whether it’ll work or not and worst of all– it feels like acid for Castiel to drink and there’s a lot of it. Too much of it. Like an entire gallon or MORE for Cas to drink like this and Dean pretty much has to force him to get it down because he doesn’t want Cas to die and if there’s a chance this thing will work, he’ll try. But he hates seeing Castiel in even more pain from taking this medicine.)

Anyways, it’s hopeless and Cas is getting worse and worse. Eventually Castiel knows his time is coming to an end and things are only gonna get uglier for him. He says his goodbyes to Jack, not wanting Jack to see him get worse. He says goodbye to Sam.

And Dean stays by his side, even laying down in bed with him despite the sweat and odor. He doesn’t care because this is Cas and he’s not leaving his side until the very end.

With Cas dying as slow as he is, he confesses his love for Dean and he doesn’t want Dean to say anything about it. Because however Dean answers, anything Dean could say in response to that, won’t make him very happy.

And based on how Dean’s been acting throughout Castiel’s sickness, the way he’s never seen Dean act about anyone– Cas thinks maybe, just maybe Dean does feel the same way back and that’s terrible. Because the idea of Dean loving Castiel back when he is on death’s door, will not make Cas happy.

But he still confesses because all he wants is for Dean to know he’s loved and deserves all the things he thinks he doesn’t.

Cas dies.

Dean sobs.

Dean doesn’t leave Cas’ side, still holding him like he did when he was alive. It’s horrible. Feeling Cas’ skin go from searing hot to cold. It’s the worst thing he’s ever experienced, feeling the life leaving Cas’ body. All evidence he was breathing only minutes ago. Hours ago…

Cas comes back to life somehow. But now with the knowledge of how much Dean cares, how much he really cares for him and that’s something he doesn’t want to ignore.

#castiel #dean winchester #destiel #supernatural #spn #castiel spn #deancas #casdean #feel free to steal this if ya want

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allinestarr · 1 year

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Competitive Part 4

Sorry it took long to post, but here it is! - Alline

Alec Lightwood x Fem reader

Before you could slam the door in his face he stopped it with his foot.

“Please just hear me out for 2 minutes. I promise I won't bother you again.” he pleaded.

With a sigh you opened the door and walked to your dresser and grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Taking the fact you left the door open he took that as an ok. You walked to the bathroom and quickly got dressed carefully not to agitate your wound. Even though you activated your healing rune you still had to be careful not to reopen your wound or you’d have to stitch it up. When you walked out he was leaning against the closed door to your room.

“ What do you want?.” you asked.

“ Well.. I want to apologize for yelling at you. Its been a pretty stressful night and I was really worried about Izzy. I thought she was going to die tonight and there was nothing I could do to help her. I get it you had a vendetta but you can't blame me for being mad, you were reckless. You acted on impulse and it almost got the both of you killed. ”

Unbelievable, did he just come here to lecture you more or apologize?. He never even once asked how you were. And what a hypocrite thing to say being as he would do the same thing if he were in your shoes. While lost in thought you hadn't realised the wound on your back had opened from fidgeting around and some blood seeped through your t-shirt.

“ You’re bleeding. let me take a look, ill stitch it up for you.” he said as he walked closer to you.

“ No, I got it. Plus you’re 2 minutes are up.” you said as you walked to your front door and held it open for him to leave. He sighed and walked out but not before turning around to say something. This time before he could say anything you closed the door in his face. You don't know what you were more mad at, him being right or the lack of empathy he had for you. The last 24 hrs have been a lot to take in so you decided to just stitch yourself up and sleep until you couldn't anymore. Unfortunetly that wasn't long for you because its like you had a built in alarm clock and you were up at 6 am in the training room on your 4th punching bag after annihilating the last 3.

Everyone was concerned about you, besides Alec. He just chalked it up to another one of your dramatic outbursts for attention. Your actions warranted attention from the clave and even though you did a favor by killing the demon, you did it with no authorization and endangered the lives of Izzy and yourself. It would have gotten anyone else banned and stripped of their runes but since you eliminated a huge threat and were still an asset, you were just suspended from field work for a month. Throughout your suspension you avoided your friends and when you spoke to them there was barley any words exchanged. It caused a rift between you and Izzy. She knew you were in pain and couldn’t do anything about it. You spent your weekends going to the bar and drinking alone and sometimes you found yourself starring out into the city from the rooftop of Raphael’s compound in Brooklyn till the sun came up. No one knew how you felt or the nightmares you had. It all ended the same, you would die and so would Izzy and everyone close to you. The only person you confided with your feelings was your friend Sookie. She couldn’t take your pain away but she could numb it for you. She gave you an elixir that would numb your feelings so you couldn’t feel anything. You took it everyday and eventually you no dreams at all.

After the suspension you were allowed to go on missions with Izzy and the team. Alec of course opposed this but didn’t say anything.

“ Do you notice how weird y/n’s been?”, Clary asked Jace.

“ Yea. She’s been acting really strange. Like she’s devoid of any emotion. It’s like when your talking to her she’s not really there. She’s hasn’t been nagging Alec like she usually did and has been so one worded with Izzy. And now with this whole valentine thing, she’s so focused on finding him and killing him.” He sighed.

“ Do you think something else happened in that warehouse with that demon?. Did it poison her or put her under its influence?.”

“ I don’t know. I think once the demon is dead any influence it has ceases but it may be worth asking Magnus about. Maybe he knows.”

“ You’re right. Should we tell Izzy about this or should we just do this on our own?” She asked.

“ Yea, I don’t want to keep anything from her. She’s my family and so is y/n. We have to find out what’s going on and help her cause I think things might get worse.”

Jace and Clary found Izzy and Alec in the institute and explained they're concerns and plan. So with a plan in place they visited Magnus. He explained that the only way to find out would be to dig into y/n’s mind and it would be painful.

“ Great, how are we suppose to convince y/n to willingly let Magnus do that when you can’t even talk to her!” Izzy screamed.

“ Well there is one way, but I don’t think she would like it.” Magnus said.

After Magnus explained his plan of ambushing y/n in a fake mission knocking her out and teleporting them to his home everyone reluctantly agreed. Alec remained neutral and only agreed for his sisters sake. Magnus awaited a text with there location while everyone else returned to the institute to find y/n.

It wasn't hard to find her cause she was always in the same place now a days, in the training room.

“Hey y/n, we have a lead on a possible location valentine might be at. Shower and change, we will meet you outside.” Jace said.

y/n nodded and headed back to her room. She took a quick shower and got dressed making sure to strap her favorite bow to her back and daggers to her thighs. She met them in the front of the institute and they made there way to chinatown. When they walked through an alley y/n started to think something weird was going on. Clary kept looking at y/n and back at Jace every 5 minutes and Alec was walking in the back instead of the usual front since he led the team. When you reached the end of the ally you saw it was a dead end with no doors leading nowhere. You looked up and saw a fire escape and like they sensed what you were about to do they started to lunge towards you. You were quick which has always been one of you’re advantages and you dodged all of them and quickly grabbed an arrow to shot the lock on the latter to the fire escape but Alec shot his arrow at yours before it reached it. How could these people who you considered family do this to you?. At this point it was survival of the fittest so you stated fighting back. You easily knocked Jace and Clary down and then Alec thanks to your new skills you learned training. Then it was just you and Izzy.

“y/n, we don't want to hurt you. We want to help you. You are my Parabatai and I know there's something wrong. We just want to make you better.” she pleaded.

“ Better?.Theres nothing wrong with me. I have never been better than I am now. Old y/n is gone and this me now. Accept it or get out of my way.” you snarled.

She looked down contemplating before looking at her bracelet with a hurt look. Like as if you saw it in slow motion she grabbed her bracelet extending the whip to its full length and whipped it towards you but before it could wrap around your neck you grabbed it and pull it toward you knocking her to the ground. She quickly got up and lunged at you and you fought back. Suddenly Alec is up and fighting you as well. You kept the upper hand most of the fight. You knocked Alec against the wall and lunged on top of Izzy holding her down.

P.O.V Alec

He watched as you straddled his sister holding her down choking her. It was like you had the strength of 10 men. He had to think of something quick and something did and he knew he would regret it later.

Back to present

Alec watched on as y/n choked Izzy and he ran, grabbed her and... kissed her. She froze immediately and looked at him in confusion. In that moment Jace hit her over the head and she collapsed. Instead of feeling the ground bellow her, she felt a pair of arms hold her up. Everyone took a second to catch there breath before Izzy looked at Alec and said,

“ I knew it. it was bound to happen.” she smiled.

He looked at her, rolled his eyes and said,

“ This does not mean anything. I had to distract her and that's the only thing I could think of. Now if you’re done, text Magnus. We have work to do.”

Taglist: @babygirl2022 @zealouspursecowboydeputy @melaniepeep @destielshipper88 @abbiesxox @mrs-billyrussooo

Competitive Masterlist

#Shadow Hunters #shadowhunters #the shadowhuter chronicles #Alec Lightwood #alec lightwood x reader #izzy lightwood #clary fray #jace herondale #fanfic #magnus bane

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roboraindrop · 3 months

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So Ladd and I... I never really fleshed out a story for us before, but here's my first attempt!

It got a little long, so it's under a cut fjdjdh

I was on the ship with Maiza and the other immortals. I didn't drink the immortality elixir when everyone else did, though. I waited, because I was sure that I didn't want to live forever. Once I saw how lonely Maiza was without his brother though, I decided to drink and to stay with him for eternity, as his friend and younger sibling.

Being immortal has its downsides, though, and that's the fact that I am not crazy about the whole Living thing. For many years I tried to find an antidote for the immortality, but it never worked. There was only one way to end an immortal's life; To be devoured by another immortal. There was no way I could ask that of Maiza, so I kept trying.

One night, I stood on the edge of a bridge, watching the water rushing below, planning on jumping but knowing that nothing would actually take my life. I'd get a few broken bones, maybe, but they'd heal just as quick. Maybe it was for the adrenaline I was doing it now. Maybe it was just the comfort of the illusion that soon I wouldn't have to keep living.

That's when he found me.

Ladd stopped me from jumping, asked what a pretty thing like me was doing all the way out here on such a dark night, that the city is full of creeps and I should be careful if I wanna stay alive. Funny thing to say after I had just watched him kill two guys for simply standing in his way on his stroll over to me, but it wasn't any of my business.

We got talking, of course I didn't tell him that I was immortal, just that I was cursed. A curse that nobody can beat- A curse that won't let me die. He had to laugh. And he laughed hard.

"What a coincidence! You're here with a curse that stops you from dying, and here I am, the best assassin the Russo family's got! I'll kill ya, kid. In fact, I won't even ask you to pay me! I'll do it for free!"

There was no hesitation as he pulled out a gun, and I pressed my head against the barrel.

But, if anyone knows anything about Ladd Russo, it's that the people he likes killing the most are the ones who never see it coming. He lowered the gun and put it away, telling me that we should meet up again in a few days, give me time to get my affairs in order. What he really wanted was to get me unaware- This was a challenge and he was going to pass it with flying colors - Mostly red!

The problem was, though, that I was always ready. If he couldn't get me surprised, he wasn't going to get me at all, dammit. So we kept meeting, he kept telling me it would happen another time. The more we saw of each other, though, the closer we grew, and the more I wanted to live to see him.

Sure, he was a maniac who loved killing, and I was an immortal who could never die... But there was an energy between us. Crazy, some people might call it... But we fit each other's crazy.

He eventually asked me to stop trying to take my own life- That if anyone was going to kill me, it was going to be him. It was his honor and his alone. That's how our dynamic ended up along the same lines of his and Lua's in canon- "Its always been my dream to find people who want to live in this world more than you and slaughter them one by one until... Until there's just you, and I'd gladly spend the rest of your life lovingly murdering you. Until then you stick with me, and don't you dare die. Right, babe?"

Unlike Lua who is very reserved though, I am visibly flattered by Ladd when he flirts this way, very deeply into it xkdjskb

#rain rambles #Ladd #bloody valentine #rainsi

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mindmeltonabun-blog · 2 years

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Alchemy of Souls: Connection between the Legend of Chang'E and the Story of the Ice Stone

The legend of Chang'E (hint hint ... looks like "change" ) starts out like this. Back when the Earth was still young there were 10 suns. There was no such thing as night, it was super hot all the time. The people and their crops suffered greatly because of this extreme heat.

One day there was a skilled archer, Hou Yi, who decided he would end this extreme heat by shooting down 9 of the 10 suns. And so it was that only 1 sun remained.

The people no longer suffered anymore because now there was the cooling effects of the night, rain, and water.

For Hou Yi's heroic act, the goddess Xiwangmu, rewarded him with the elixir of immortality.

Though Hou Yi was grateful for the goddess's gift, he was conflicted because there was only enough elixir for one person. Hou Yi did not wish to be immortal if it meant his wife, Chang'e, could not remain by his side forever. He decided it was better to hide the elixir of immortality from Chang'e and remain mortal. In this way, they could be together until both of their mortal lives had ended.

As fate would have it, Chang'e found out about her husband's gift and decided to steal the elixir of immortality for herself.

She drank every drop of the elixir and became an immortal goddess of the moon. Due to her selfishness, both she and Hou Yi could never be reunited.

Connection To AOS

Now let's look at the characters in AOS. Which characters do you think is similar to Chang'e and Hou Yi? I would say would say Chang'e is Seo Gyeong and Hou Yi is Jin Seol Ran.

This is how I think events 200 years ago unfolded. Seo Gyeong had the elixir of immortality (Ice Stone) and wanted to share it with Jin Seol Ran, but she said no. Either because she did not want to live forever with him or she believed using the Ice Stone to live forever was inherently wrong. Remember that in AOS, you could essentially live forever by swapping your soul into different bodies multiple times.

Jin Seol Ran likely lived out her life and died of old age. Seo Gyeong however did not die. No my fellow readers, I'm pretty sure he's currently alive right now. Identities can be easily created when you have the ability to soul shift. You can change your face/body, create a new name, and backstory with a snap of a finger! Therefore, I'm pretty sure Master Lee's soul is actually Seo Gyeong's soul.

Master Lee on the outside looks pretty young even though his soul is like 100+ years old. Also keep in mind that no one living now really knows what Seo Gyeong originally looked like because they hadn't even been born yet (i.e Park Jin and Heo Yeom). The only person who supposedly knew him was his pupil, Master Lee. However, the whole Master Lee identity is actually something Seo Gyeong created himself.

Think about it. It puts a lot of things into perspective. Seo Gyeong/Master Lee drinks chaste tea so that he doesn't look at women and catch feelings. Why wouldn't he want to do that? Because his ass got butt hurt 200 years ago when Jin Seol Ran rejected him and his offer of immortality. He didn't ever want to feel those things again. He didn't want to look at women, fall in love, and get hurt all over again. In his mind, being burnt once was so traumatizing that it was better for him to drink his feelings away quite literally.

Just like Chang'e, Seo Gyeong/Master Lee chose immortality/power over love. Seo Gyeong/Master Lee believed it was better to choose power over love because love is fickle and can hurt like hell. If you think about the kind of pupils Seo Gyeong/Master Lee wants, you will see he only wants the ones who are willing to give up love for more power just like him.

The whole letter love clue was also another dead giveaway that Master Lee is actually Seo Gyeong. He only knew that it was a love letter not because he was Seo Gyeong's pupil, it's because he is Seo Gyeong.

Other Thoughts

In my previous post, I was wondering why Master Lee/Seo Gyeong is so interested in Jang Uk. I think I've finally figured out why. Master/Seo Gyeong has been testing Jang Uk to see if he can resist power. Why? Because in order to destroy the Ice Stone, you must not only be powerful, but also must be able to resist the power of the Ice Stone. This was something Seo Gyeong/Master Lee was unable to do some 200 years ago. He could not destroy the Ice Stone because he could not resist its power. Those who cannot resist its power will only be able to sealed it, but never fully destroy it. Anyone else getting the One Ring vibe from Lord of the Rings?

Anyways, love doesn't make one weak. It can actually make one quite powerful. Even more powerful than the Ice Stone. Jang Uk during his conversations with Master Lee/Seo Gyeong has already proven himself he would gladly choose love over power any day, this ironically is what makes him more powerful than even Master Lee/Seo Gyeong. Naksu/Jin Bu Yeon on the other hand will eventually come around to choosing love over power. Once these two stop being so extra, they can become one hella powerful couple.

So after both Naksu/Jin Bu Yeon and Jang Uk have literally become a power couple, they can simply destroy the Ice Stone right? No I don't think so. One must not only be powerful and able to resist the allure of the Ice Stone, but one must also be willing to do the opposite of what the Ice Stone offers. The Ice Stone offers immortality. Opposite is mortality. The ultimate cost for destroying the Ice Stone is that one must be willing to give up one's immortality aka one's soul aka dieeeeeeeeee.

Both Jang Uk and Naksu/Jin Bu Yeon are willing to die for the other. That's been well established. However, I feel like Jang Uk would not be willing to destroy the Ice Stone if it meant both of them could live. He would most likely say to just seal it instead. On the other hand, Jin Bu Yeon/Naksu had already seen the results of what happens when one simply seals the stone. She knows perfectly well there will come a day when another person comes around to unseal it again. Combine that with the guilt she felt from killing all those people in the past as Naksu, Jin Bu Yeon will probably end up making the ultimate sacrifice because she was a pure soul that had no malice.

Other Harry Potter and AOS Similarties

Love is most the powerful thing, it can defeat anything or anyone

What made Harry Potter more powerful than Voldemort is because he had love in his life

2. Finding the Ice Stone/Philosopher's Stone

Both Jin Bu Yeon and Harry Potter were able to find the Ice Stone and Philosopher's Stone respectively because they were pure souls. Both had only wanted to find the stones so that they could destroy it.

Ice Stone=Philosopher's Stone=Elixir of Immortality

#alchemy of souls #theories #analysis #jung so min #naksu #mu deok #jang uk #lee jae wook #jin bu yeon

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spitdrunken · 2 years

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guardian angel ( ray x reader)

i’ve been playing a lot of the ssum lately and unlocked ‘the canals of sensitivity’ which is basically like. a place to post fanfic LMAOOO so i cleaned up a ray x reader i wrote like two years ago and posted it there. the original version is orphaned on ao3 and kinda sucks but shhh

notes: obsessive behaviour, stalking, unrequited feelings, vague religious themes (because of mint eye’s influence on ray), mentioned selfharm (biting)

summary: The two of you have never met. You aren’t even aware of his existence. But Ray knows you, knows how you laugh when you think no one is watching, knows the videos you find comfort in late at night, and the friends you only talk to through messages on a screen. It pains him how he can’t reach out to you yet. He’ll give the hope that has dimmed from your eyes another chance to grow ablaze.

Soon, he’ll be the angel guiding you to paradise. So keep clinging on to his hand until then, okay?

You’re wearing something new today.

The sight makes Ray perk up in his seat, his eyes glued to the screen. The video quality from the surveillance camera is so poor that he has to lean towards his screen to make out every detail. It hurts his dry eyes even more, but it’s a price he’s willing to pay. You’re still just as beautiful. You’d look nice no matter what you wear. Would you let him pick out clothes for you once you get here…? The thought makes his face flush. He’ll buy some in advance, just in case.

Thinking about your arrival makes him restless. He’s been busy enough combing through your social media to figure out what items you’d like in your room and what food you might enjoy. Now he has to consider clothing as well… It all has to be perfect, you deserve nothing less. The wishes filling his prayers are often about you these days. That you would be happy with what he did, that you would like his company, that you wouldn’t want to leave…

He’d expected a challenge in picking a single person from the masses. It was an order from his Saviour however and, for her, he’d take on any task. No matter what. He’s already pushing himself to his limits day by day, drowning himself in Elixir on her command, though each drink leaves him sicker than the one before. His body is simply too weak and foul. Regardless, his doubts had turned out to be unfounded. He’d stumbled upon you, after all: the perfect lost lamb to guide to Paradise. Someone who he could save.

There had been some unknown factor that drew him to you. You didn’t stand out in a crowd. In fact, it looked like you were trying to pull yourself away from the gazes of others, shoulders slumped and staring at your phone as you walked. You were indifferent to the world, and it returned those feelings. There, he saw a tiny part of himself. Ray couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. Such a pull had to be fate, and nothing else. (Though there were many others that looked to be in similar spirits to you, you were the only one to hook him in such a way. He doesn’t know why. Ray doesn’t like things he doesn’t understand, but to keep feeling like this… He’ll bear it.)

The two of you are destined to end up together in Paradise. He had been praying for guidance in his mission, and his wish brought him to you. His resolve only strengthened as he watched you struggle through your daily life, hitting low upon low.

Ray switches the camera. You’re a creature of habit, often stopping by the same places. Right now, you’re at the cafe you frequent. He has your entire routine jotted down; habits, hobbies, dislikes, and quirks that make you unique all compiled in a single document. He’s been fleshing it out over the course of multiple days, researching the things you enjoy. It makes his work easier.

You always take the same table, as long as it’s free. Thankfully, the quality is far better inside. He can finally see your new outfit clearly. Ray takes a screenshot, labeling it with the date and time before saving it to a folder named after you. It’s a good thing he’s been allowed to focus more on the tester at the moment, rather than collecting information on the RFA. He’s tried to get you off his mind, but to no avail.

One time, he had asked one of the Believers who was next on schedule for recruitment work to leave a rose on the seat you usually sat. They hadn’t questioned him or, at the very least, not in front of him. (“It’s essential to the mission I received from our Saviour,” he’d said.) You’d actually taken it with you upon finding it, carefully putting it in your bag after spinning it around in between two fingers. You smiled. He could’ve died happy at that moment.

Is it strange to yearn for someone he has never met, or spoken to? Ray likes to think he knows you through the way you present yourself online, and your body language in real life. Sometimes, he likes to pretend you aren’t texting your friends but, rather, responding to him. He’s been finding himself zoning out more and more often, forming a drawn out fantasy.

Once everything is perfectly prepared, he’ll contact you and you’d come here, entirely trusting his word that everything would be safe. You’d help out with the project. You’d tell him you liked spending time with him more than the RFA. You’d let him guide you by the hand, let him gently push you in the right direction. You’d trust him and stay close with him, forever, that’s the most important part.

(He’s been bordering on treacherous thoughts. Deep down, Ray wants you to depend more on him than the Saviour herself. He would be the one who literally brought you to Paradise, rather than her. Couldn’t you go to him for advice…? He wants to look after you, to keep you satisfied and safe. He wants you to thank him.)

It hadn’t been his intention to scroll through hundreds of messages when he hacked your phone. He’d only done it to download the app when all preparations were complete. With all of that information at his fingertips, he couldn’t resist. With every message he read, you became more perfect in his eyes. It’d be difficult to hide that he’s aware of the most private thoughts you had shared online, but he’d have to make do. He’s gotten his hands on a couple of voice messages you left as well, and he’s been listening to them on loop. Not being allowed to contact you yet was already torturous enough. And that was before he knew how wonderful your voice sounded.

Besides your wardrobe, there’s another irregularity in your routine today. This one doesn’t make him perk up. An unfamiliar fact takes the seat opposite of you.

He’s gathered bits and pieces on your friends, very basic information. In case you were in contact with someone dangerous, he wanted to alert you about it. But whoever this is, he doesn’t recognise them. A stranger? Ray hates unpredictable factors. He wishes the world were as programmable as the code he’s so efficient in, then, everything would run without issue. He wants you to tell him to go. He wants you to leave. You don’t.

You speak to them. You’re having fun, you’re smiling. His chest tightens up all on its own, and Ray doesn’t recognise the feeling. Shouldn’t he… Have been glad? He wants you to be carefree, to look at the world with bright eyes, but this… He sinks his teeth into his finger, sudden and hard, tasting blood. This plan can’t fail. Not for your sake, or his. If, after observing a specific target for so long, he would fail to capture them… He can’t imagine the Saviour’s wrath, which he’d be deserving of after such a great failure. The idea of you slipping through his fingers makes his breathing stuttery.

Everything is fine. It is, it has to be. This isn’t an issue at all! They can’t grant you the happy ending, the comfort, that he could. You would realise that. He’d never spoken to you before though, and this hits him harder than ever now. You couldn’t possibly know about the salvation heading your way, the lengths he’s gone to orchestrate it.

Ray’s fingers twitch on the keyboard as he types, and his report on your behaviour is filled with typos. He doesn’t want you to smile at him like that, doesn’t want you to start growing enamoured with them. People in the outside world are cruel. You’re like them. Too weak and soft for your own good. You’d surely be trampled by the very person you’re now laughing with. He’s sure of it. He needs to get you out of there, and soon. It’s for your own good.

It takes serious effort to close the tab. To put his aching fingers on his keyboard. He’ll turn this pain into motivation to get you by his side as quickly as possible. Salvation is never painless.

#mystic messenger x reader #ray x reader #saeran x reader #cha.ray #cw.stalking

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mysme-fictober · 2 years

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MYSME-FICTOBER 13 OCT '22

Black Magic

October 13th 2022

Just a drop, that’s all I need. Yoosung’s thoughts swirled as he poured that drop into Saeran’s drink. A single sip of my secret potion. And he’ll be mine. He took both drinks to the table and handed the one with the elixir in it to the red-head. He took it without any suspicion and set it in front of him.

“Thanks.” He said, continuing to flip through the art book Yoosung had given him.

“Hey, Yoosung, I want to show you something. Come here!” Saeyoung’s voice traveled down the hallway.

“Watch out.” Saeran snorted, not letting his eyes leave the pages. Yoosung chuckled, set his own drink down, and walked away. He glanced back at the man and saw him reach for the drink and bring it towards him.

“Yoosung!” Saeyoung screamed, making the blond jump. He turned down the hallway and almost ran to Saeyoung’s office, effectively forgetting about Saeran and the magic potion.

“Seriously! What, what do you want?” he asked in frustration as he walked into the room. He was suddenly hit in the face with what he could only assume was a coconut cream pie since some of it went right into his mouth. He squealed and heard laughter. Two people. The second person could only be MC. He sighed and wiped the pie off his face, licking the bit around his mouth. When he was able to open his amethyst eyes, he spied Saeyoung filming him with his phone.

“Ha ha! So funny! What a waste of a good pie.” Yoosung sighed, flinging the remnants from his fingers.

“Here.” MC handed him a towel. “It was only store bought. I’m so sorry. Saeyoung talked me into it and I couldn’t say no! Say you aren’t mad at me.” She pleaded, though she didn’t look sorry at all.

Saeyoung on the other hand, didn’t hide his glee in the least. He could barely hold the phone he was laughing so hard.

“What is going on…Oh.” Saeran walked in behind Yoosung and exclaimed when he saw the younger man. “I did tell you to be watch out.” He shook his head and took the towel from the blond. “Come on, lets get you cleaned up.” He led Yoosung to the hallway bathroom. Taking a washcloth, he ran it under the water then wrung it out.

“He really thinks he’s amusing. Take your shirt off, I’ll get you one you can borrow.” Saeran waited for the man to do as asked then began to wipe his face.

So close, so close. Yoosung couldn’t take his eyes off Saeran’s face, connecting the freckles on his face in his mind, wanting desperately to touch them. Saeran raised his mint green eyes and they held a tense gaze. Yoosung couldn’t pull it away, he felt as if the other man was pulling him in physically.

Saeran lifted his arm and ran a finger lovingly across Yoosung’s jaw. He moved forward, pressing himself against the blond, and tilted his chin up, leaning in for a kiss.

“No!” Yoosung pushed him away and took a step back. “No! Don’t! It’s not real! What have I done? It’s just a spell. I thought I’d be OK with using it on you, but I don’t want that. I want you to love me for real.” Tears of shame began to fall, and he shook himself.

“Yoosung? What’s wrong? What are you talking about?”

“I’m a terrible person!”

“Don’t say that, no you’re not.” Saeran tried to gather Yoosung into his arms, but the smaller man pushed him away again.

“I am! I am! I used a love potion in your drink. That’s why you tried to kiss me. It’s not real. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! You’ll hate me when it wears off!” He cried and tried to push past him, but Saeran grabbed onto him.

He held him close, wrapping his arms around Yoosung, not letting go.

“I didn’t drink it. Yoosung…I didn’t drink it.”

“Wh…what?” he stopped struggling and looked at the red head in confusion.

“I was going to, but when Saeyoung yelled I spilled it. Did you really put something in it?” he asked.

“Y…yes…I thought, I just…” he looked away in embarrassment.

“If you’d just asked, I could have told you, you didn’t need it.” He leaned in once more and finally landed his lips on Yoosung’s. The kiss was soft and sweet, then turned into passion and need. “I already love you.” He said once the kiss was broken.

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thedelusionreaderbitch · 3 years

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Kaz Brekker x alkemi Reader - Strange Truths

A/n: This was so fun to do and me being an Alkemi really was happy with this request! Thank you! I'm so sorry it took so long though!

Warnings: None? Needles?

Request: ok ok so i have an idea- a kaz brekker x alkemi reader where kaz accidentally drinks one of the reader's newest chemical (prolly cause jesper slipped it into his drink) and it makes him super flustered and vv talkative and the reader has to keep him in their lab until they can finish the antidote and kaz tells the reader he likes them right after he takes the antidote so the reader realizes he's actually serious-

I do not own six of crows or shadow and bone or you!

Most people underestimated alkemi's but once they did it once they would not do it again. Kaz Brekker knew that alkemi's could just be as dangerous as a squaller all the way to a shadow or sun summoner if they were powerful enough. To be fair, very few were that powerful but most could kill you slowly and far worse than a heartrender so...

But you were a very powerful alkmei- one of the most powerful to ever live and that was why you are part of the crows. You can fight just fine, but the dregs had seemed to be getting very creative with their ways of killing to getting information and this was all thanks to you.

Though not all appreciated your talents.

Nina has grown up thinking that the alkemi's were weak was a part of those few, Inej just didn't understand you, Jesper understood but was still trying to come to terms with his own Grisha powers, Wylan thought you were amazing and Matthias was just flat out scared.

But that all changed when one day you poisoned a whole army.

Oh, Kaz was just... Happy? No one really knew, but sometimes he just seemed a bit more satisfied about how things were going with you around. Unfortunately for you, that meant he had to spend a bit more time around you trying to come up with more ideas. And that would have been just fine if it weren't for the fact that you were falling helplessly in love with Dirtyhands.

Ya, fuck.

Lately, you had been conjuring up something new in that lab of yours in the basement of the Slat. It was almost like a truth potion but not quite, it was to make it easier to get information out of its victims but not enough to notice.

Officially it was finished and you were going to go tell Kaz but you realized today everyone was going to be at the Crow Club. Just your luck that you hated socializing.

You sigh but you quickly grab the elixir and start running to the Club. Being late to a meeting was never really your foreté.

Finding finally the Crows even with the sea of people around you spot them when you meet Kaz's eyes. Of course, you had to meet his eyes. You go and sit down beside him as everyone had already decided on their drinks.

"Y/n's getting them this time since she's late!" Jesper grins in triumph as you just roll your eyes. It doesn't matter you guessed he was almost always going to be the one late so you figured it wouldn't matter if you had done it this one time. Besides, it would give the sharpshooter (and his boyfriend) a break for once.

Getting up from your seat you walk towards the bar and ask for everyone's drinks. He hands you them and you talk to the bartender as you walk back towards the group.

"I'm your waiter for one time only, don't get used to it."

Kaz just clears his throat and starts talking about a plan that's really in reality just a decoy because of Inej's intel there would be Dime Lion spies in the Crow Club today.

And why not take that to your advantage?

Suddenly Kaz stops talking and you lift an eyebrow at him. He just shakes his head and the others just shrug their shoulders and start a different conversation.

For a bit, you do engage in conversation with the other Crows but Kaz just seemed different? Like he was trying not to burst out talking or something?

"Dirtyhands, you good?"

Instantly his face flushed a bright pink and he stutters out;

"Ya-ya fine. Totally fine, everything's good. Go back to whatever I guess. Just leave me alone and do your work you shouldn't have even asked, so can you please-" He cut himself off and flushed (what you didn't even know was possible) red even brighter.

What the- You always called Kaz Dirtyhands as more as a nickname than a mean term almost like a term of endearment. Although he didn't know that he never had even blinked when you used the little nickname more than necessary so why was he now?

Also to add to that fact, was that you really never called him Kaz. It was mostly to keep yourself in check so you didn't get used to him too much. It was more like reminding yourself that you both weren't on a first-name basis even if you already were.

Narrowing your eyes, you can see that his pupils are slightly dilated and that he's bitting down on his tongue really hard to stop himself from talking. This wasn't just Kaz Brekker flustered, there was something else going on here. And you had to figure at fast before the Dime Lion spies did, or if they already had.

"Brekker, I need to you answer me honestly okay?" You lower your voice and you soften your tone like you would with your targets to get information out of them. You didn't like doing it, but it was the price to pay for his safety.

He just bobs his head up and down trying not to say anything.

"What have you ingested today?"

"Just the drink. Not anything else, being that I forg-" He cuts himself off from his whisper-rant covering his hand over his mouth.

"You haven't eaten today!" Accidently you raise your voice and the anger and concern shine through your usual stone-cold tone.

Kaz widens his eyes and gives you a look to shut the fuck up. He was still the Bastard of The Barrel after all.

Wait, now that you think about it...

You reach into your pocket for your newly brewed elixir and when you take it out it almost confirms it for you.

The lid is open.

Oh, fuck maybe it's better not to cure Kaz because you might just die after this.

It all made sense now though; talkative, flustered, overused & exaggerated facial expressions, looseness of the tongue. Those were all symptoms and you hadn't even noticed.

Well... At least you knew it worked and it was effective. Very effective... Fucking hell Kaz really is going to kill you now.

Grabbing onto his coat sleeve (being extra careful not to touch his skin) you drag him out of the crow club away from the prying eyes of everyone and the shouts of 'what the hell!' From your friends.

Quickly you drag him to the basement of the Slat where all your potions, bombs, machines, elixirs, poisons and most importantly supplies are.

"You can sit there." You point at a chair in the back of the room that basically had a view of everything.

"You better make me an antidote or I swear to-"

You cut him off before he says something he'll regret later. "Go sit your ass down Dirtyhands and let the real Grisha do their magic."

He flushes again and walks over to the chair but not without muttering under his breath how Grisha cannot do magic. And how their abilities work and etc.

By the saints! Now you really didn't want to reverse that chemical elixir, he just sounded really cute. But who the fuck are you kidding? This is Kaz Brekker we're talking about and you just thought of him as cute.

Welp, this is getting interesting.

Quickly you mix some ingredients together trying really hard to go as swift as you can. No one could see Brekker like this it would kill his reputation.

You look down at the antidote and you curse under your breath. This was going to need a needle. Oh fuck, you might as well just die right there.

Hurrying over to your cabinet you quickly go through the vials wondering what size you would need till you found the perfect one. It wasn't very big, and because it was fabrikator made he wouldn't even feel a pinch. But at the same time, it would hold your elixir even if it was a very tiny vial.

"Brekker, your gonna have to put your arm up for me."

You don't turn around knowing that this probably could be your death right here in your lab. At least Kaz Brekker will kill you so at least that's memorable. You sigh, Kaz Brekkers Alkemi was killed by Dirtyhands himself.

"Why?" Most of the time Kaz would just raise his eyebrow at you but because of the fun chemicals that he had in his body that was not the case.

"You might want to roll up your sleeve as well." You say nervously turning around so the needle was visible.

"Because I'm going to have to use a syringe."

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?!"

You slowly walk over and you shake your head.

"Sleeves up."

Kas just grumbles while putting his sleeves up you can tell he's uncomfortable. Now looking back at it you didn't really know how many barrel rats have had needles before, and if they did it probably wasn't good.

"What's your favourite colour?"

He snaps his eyes to meet yours and that's the moment you press the needle in his skin.

As you thought before he didn't flinch but he looked like he wanted to kill you with that stare but his eyes seem to soften with your worried stance.

"It didn't hurt did it?"

Kaz just shakes his head and you sigh in relief. "There shouldn't be any after-effects but I might just check in to see just in case."

He's almost out the door when he stops just at the entrance.

"Your eyes."

You whip your head around to meet his dark eyes.

"What?"

Slowly he comes away from the door frame advancing on you and he shakily takes off a glove and presses his hand against your cheek.

"You asked me what my favourite colour was."

You have convinced yourself that at this moment you have stopped breathing. Nothing else matters but you two of you in this room. The feeling of his hand on your cheek sends butterflies everywhere in you. And you can't stop to think about how beautiful and terrifying those brown nearly black eyes are.

"Boss!" There's a shout from upstairs and he quickly pulls away putting his glove back on.

"So I'll be seeing you around Brekker?"

He rolls his eyes. "You know you can call me Kaz right?"

You laugh as you herd him through the door knowing that he has business to attend to.

"But I think you much prefer when I call you Dirtyhands."

The blush spreads across his cheeks albeit not as strong this time but at least you know it's not from one of your elixirs.

"Only you Y/n only you."

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rfaromance · 2 years

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"You had a bad dream again."

It wasn't a question.

Hoping the darkness of the night and the room would conceal the blush growing on his face, Saeran turned to the blonde resting beside him. "I guess," he mumbled, shrugging as nonchalantly as possible while running a frustrated hand through his messy crimson curls. His hair was slowly regaining some of its vitality and texture now that he had stopped bleaching it into oblivion, but that came with the unfortunate side effect of awful bedhead.

Especially when he woke up in middle of the night, after gasping, sweating, and flailing in his efforts to escape the nightmares he frequently was trapped in.

He wished he could ease back into a peaceful slumber thereafter, assuring himself these horrendous visions were just dreams, just fantasy, just imagination.

But his nightmares were all too real, composed of images of his past that he would prefer to never see again.

His conscience wasn't going to be so forgiving to him, though.

"The third one this week."

Another simple, flat, matter-of-fact statement. Rose wasn't one of many words, so when they spoke, they cut straight to the point. When Saeran had first met them, they'd been downright gregarious, talking in circles and meandering through an entire forest of words and whimsy before reaching any sort of conclusion or main point.

Sometimes he missed the way they used to blabber on incessantly, but he only had himself to blame for this drastic change in their mannerisms. He knew they did most of their wandering and pondering internally, now, working through the tangled words and thoughts first and uttering the simple message later.

He almost wished he could see inside their mind. But then he realized that would mean he'd come face to face with their exact thoughts, feelings, and opinions of him, the person who'd stolen them away from their daily life and turned them into... whatever this was.

He'd damned them to false salvation and that was another one of his sins that would haunt him until the day God, Satan, or whatever powers that be, would finally let him die.

"Water?"

Saeran was snapped out of his tumultuous thoughts by the sudden feeling of a bottle of water tapping against his arm. He murmured a quick "thank you" before picking up the bottle and slowly opening it, then raising it to his lips.

He could feel his arm trembling at even something as simple as this, and that's how he knew his nightmare still had a grip on him.

Darkness. Cold. Loneliness. Choking on acid, on "milk and honey" of paradise, feeling the stinging sourness slide past his lips and down his throat until it was raw, raw, raw, bloody and bruised and scabbed and scarred and--

Saeran began to cough halfway through his drink, spluttering as he tried to gasp for air. The memory of his nightmare had startled him, and his mouth felt like it was on fire with elixir even though he knew logically it was just water.

Trauma responses weren't exactly logical, however.

Rose immediately leaned over and began to pat his back, hoping to help him cough out any water that might have gone down the wrong pipe. Once he stopped hacking and could feel nothing but air in his lungs, he inhaled deeply and laid back down on his pillow. "Thank you."

He kept his eyes fixed on the ceiling, but he could feel Rose shuffling beside him, putting the water bottle back on the bedside table.

"Rose."

They turned to him wordlessly before laying back down on their own pillow, gaze fixed on him. He probably should have turned to look at them, too, out of respect, but he hadn't been able to make eye contact with Rose ever since the day they'd been taken out of Mint Eye.

He didn't trust himself not to break down at the sight of their minty blue eyes. The eyes he'd forced upon them.

The eyes of the man he'd killed in cold blood.

"Tomorrow, you should ask Saeyoung to move you into another room."

The idea made sense to Saeran. If he was going to keep on kicking and screaming and waking up in a cold sweat, he couldn't subject Rose to that. They deserved to sleep. They deserved something resembling peace after everything he had put them through. Honestly, he wasn't even sure why they'd come to this bunker in the first place. They insisted they'd wanted to come, that they'd asked to come, that they'd begged to know where Saeran was after they'd been separated, but...

Who in their right mind would willingly run back to the person who'd ruined their life?

"No."

A single and simple word, but it carried a level of force behind it that Saeran had never heard Rose express before.

"You won't be able to sleep."

"No," Rose repeated, even more emphatically this time.

Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, maybe it was the guilt, maybe it was the haunting memories of Rose's unquestioning obedience for so long that made this blatant act of refusal all the more jarring, but Saeran felt his temper beginning to slip. "I don't want you near me when I'm like this!" he snapped, sitting upright now and scowling down at them. "I don't want to hurt you more than I already have!"

"I don't... want to leave you."

His breath caught in his throat. He needed to stop there. He needed to keep a lid on his anger. But as emotionally overwhelmed as he was right now, both by his past and his present, any hopes of keeping himself under control were thrown out the front door. "Do you have any fucking idea what it's like to be plagued by every awful thing you've ever done, every night, and then you wake up with the same intrusive thoughts bombarding you all day? Every sin, every crime, tainting your being until nothing is fucking left of you and you're just--"

"I have nightmares too."

He could barely hear them above his own tirade, but he could see their figure sit up as well. "Why..." Now he could feel his face burning not just with anger but embarrassment. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to."

Such a simple answer. Saeran snorted and turned his head away. "I'm sure they're all about me. Is that why you refused to tell me?"

Rose began to toy with the ends of their hair, which was just at shoulder length. They'd decided to let it grow out after keeping it at a short bob for so long as his assistant. Saeran couldn't be sure if it was their way of reclaiming themselves or trying to start anew, the same way he'd finally stopped trying to hide every aspect of his existence and turn himself into someone, anyone else. "I didn't want you to worry," they murmured at last. "I don't want to leave you, because... when I have nightmares... and they wake me up... I feel safe next to you."

Safe.

"I know you'll... scare everything bad away... and never let bad things happen again."

Shame flushed across Saeran's face as he tried to process Rose's words and formulate a response. How could anyone feel safe near him? Rose knew better than anyone else what he had done and what he was capable of doing. He was the one who'd snatched them from their life, and Rose had had a front row seat to every evil he'd committed in the name of his selfish revenge. But... for some silly reason... they trusted him.

The redhead was constantly down on himself for not being better. For not healing faster. For still struggling and suffering. For failing to adjust properly. For being awkward, clumsy, foolish in front of others.

Rose saw that he was trying, and they believed in that effort.

"Fine. On one condition."

Rose tilted their head to the side curiously but didn't object. Saeran inhaled sharply once again, trying to steady the pounding in his chest that could no longer be attributable to his nightmare but rather to the complicated emotions fluttering in his heart.

"You have to protect me from my nightmares, too."

"Okay."

That was it. That was all he needed. Most people wouldn't find that answer all too reassuring, but as Rose shuffled closer to him and leaned their head against his shoulder before the two of them laid back down again, he knew that this was a promise the blonde would never break.

Maybe one day he'd be able to stand on his own two feet instead of constantly relying on others.

For now, he didn't particularly mind having Rose watch over him, as he fell back asleep without any other dreams to wake him before morning.

#se saeran #mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #saeran choi #cmc #rose #hey hi sorry I know there's stuff that's been sitting in the inbox for ages #I'll try to get to it soon #I needed some comfort and sometimes I just need SE being at peace with his flowery thembo

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myrulia · 3 years

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Hi can I ask for the 2 "We could do it all night long" pls

.｡.:*✧Prompt 2: "We could do it all night long."

.｡.:*✧Warnings: Face-sitting, oral (female receiving), overstimulation

╰╴⇢｡.:*✧A/N: Thank you Leon for making me painfully horny, yall get filthy smut for it<3

`` Are you sure about this? ``

You said whilst sitting on your demon of a lover's chest, glancing glancing at him with a worryful expression painted across your face. Your hands were firmly planted on his chest as if you were trying to stop yourself almost, even though you were fully undressed.

`` [Y/N], I'm sure I would not be beneath you if I was not. ``

You huffed out a breath of air and muttered a small "fine" under your breath, finally rising ever so slightly and hovering your slit above Kokushibou's mouth. You looked down for a split second only to see his eyes were on yours as well, so you looked away in embarrassment out of natural habit.

`` Are you 100% sure? What if- hohh.~ ``

You mewled out damn near breathlessly. All it took was one flick of his tongue against your clit and you were already atrociously becoming undone in a puddle of arousal. Your hands found their way to his hair, gripping at his scalp ever so slightly as his tongue bombarded your sensitive bundle of nerves since his patience was running thin.

`` Could you w-warn me next time?, `` You asked and glanced down at the demon who merely grunted and continued his assault on your now soaked slit in his saliva. The grunt sent vibrations throughout your lower regions which pulled another succulent moan from your gaping lips. Instinctively you began rolling your hips against his face, just so that your puffy clit could get the attention it craved but Kokushibou's hands were quick to latch onto your thighs and keep you perfectly still on his mouth.

The immoral eagerness the male had for your pussy was absolutely lecherous. It was not long before you felt his wet muscle ruthlessly invade your insides and thrash around to taste every single part of you. You tilted your head back at this, a hand of yours scrabbling to the headboard to grip on something more firm as the volume of your savory wails of pleasure increased.

`` Right there! Right th-there..! ``

You inhaled sharply, his tongue already reaching your little sweet spot that ached for more but just barely got the attention it wanted. Although, your lover was cruel and would much rather hear you beg than to give in immediately. That is how it has always been and this time was no different.

You tried to move, even get the tiniest friction to feel that delightful yet venomous feeling of his tongue grazing against your sweet spot, but to no avail his hands kept you quite still. You whined and writhed about as his wet muscle licked long and tempestuous strokes along your slit that was dripping with both of your essence, his eyes never leaving your face to drink up every sinful facial expression you dare to make because of a single being's mouth.

`` Whining now? Are you that desperate? ``

`` You started it, it would be a shame.. if it didn't end properly, `` you replied, huffing a few times to catch your breath due to the unexpected assault on your now needy and saturated cunt. Kokushibou let a small smirk take over his lust blown expression and pulled you to his mouth instantaneously, continuing his carnivorous and filthy incursion that you seemingly desired all this time.

Your cries of satisfaction filled the room, as well as the repulsive slurps and sucking of Kokushibou filled the room. The warmth of your lover's tongue mixed with his nose grazing against your clit just a bit was driving you to blissful euphoria. You had no idea one could be so skilled in using their mouth for such a degrading act, but as your high drew nearer and a knot formed in the pit of your stomach, you were corrected very quickly.

`` Kokushibou- fuck Kokushibou I'm going to- I'm going to cum..-! ``

Yet another erotic groan came from his throat, sending shivers to your spine and especially your puffy clit that seeped with an agonizing arousal for more. Just more. That's all your mind wanted was more.

The grip you had on Kokushibou's hair never ceased, your nose scrunching and your tongue peaking out your mouth creating a rather perverted expression that that wouldn't dare make any other time, but your mind was in utter delirium until finally you peaked.

Your delectable juices released all over his mouth, and he was quick to lap at your slit to collect every last droplet into his mouth. Your head had tilted back ever so slightly, a long chain of moans escaping your esophagus and your eyes closed in ecstasy.

Groan after groan came from the male who had your nectar taint his face, but you were just so full of flavor that he did not dare to pull away even as his cheeks had your cum rolling down them. You looked down at the wonderful sight of your demon that finally pulled away, only to see his eyes were on yours as well. You both were trying to regain the oxygen lost in the moment until Kokushibou finally spoke.

`` Don't think I'm done with you yet. ``

`` Darling wai- Kokushibou! ``

Your name enchanted his ears as his hands simply pulled your slit to his mouth all over again, his own desires taking over his fogged mind. It was as though he could not get enough of you and your fervent flavor. It was safe to say that he was drunk off of your exquisite elixir that took over his senses. It was indulgent to say the least but even you were high off of the warm, wet and lewd feeling of scorching desire. You were in such sadistic pleasure that a vulgar whine emitted from your lips when he pulled away yet again.

`` We could do it night long if you keep making those sounds for me. ``

`` Then,- `` You said in between a gasp of air. `` Expect more. ``

A spine-chilling chuckle left Kokushibou's lips, all before they fell onto your luscious slit and lapped at it as if it was the last time he ever would. Your thighs squeezed harshly around his face, your eyes rolling back once more at the overstimulation to come your way, but there was no ounce of complaint to give.

You just wanted more.

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