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[iamasaddie]

one more night in Dorne

paring: Oberyn Martell x fem!afab!Reader rating: explicit word count: 1,6k summary: when the Prince came back from his trip overseas, he went straight to the thing he desired most warnings: explicit sexual content; extreme overstimulation; oral F receiving; begging (to stop but you don't really want that); NO USE OF Y/N

Arabian Nights

Like Arabian Days

More often than not

Are hotter than hot

In a lot of good ways

Your body was splayed upon a massive bed covered in the softest silks, and the most magnificent blankets. The thin, almost transparent fabric of the canopy moved with the occasional breath of wind. Heat overwhelmed your body, sun found a way to seep under your skin and travel down your veins even when you were in the shelter of one of the most lavish rooms of the palace. Tired muscles of your quivering thighs were covered in sweat, while your eyelids could barely contain the salty rivers of tears that desired to escape your eyes.

You were in the gentle, but firm clutches of your Prince, Oberyn Martell. The Red Viper. The Insatiable Lover. The Best Cock in All of The Seven Seas. Your royal lover found you first thing when he returned from one of his trips his brother sent him to. You were just finishing cleaning up the kitchens, sweat and grime unpleasantly sticking to you as a middle layer between your skin and the billowy tunic you wore on the particularly hot days. You jumped and were ready to scream when strong hands circled your waist, one strategically going to shut your mouth so you couldn't make a noise, and a low, honey-thick sound of his voice filled your ears. "I think these kitchens look as clean as my dear brother's ass on a wash day. You're done here, my little one."

You didn't reply, and didn't try to fight him when he practically dragged you to his chambers through all the tiny corridors that intertwined like ivy vines. From what you could say, that was 4 hours ago. Sometimes your Prince liked to fool around, play the game of cat and mouse, teasing you to the point where you'd cry out of frustration praying to all the Gods, old and new, so he would just take you already. Today was not that day. As soon as he locked the massive wooden doors - something he didn't do all that often - Oberyn launched himself at you, claiming your mouth and then laying you on the bed. It wasn’t the first time you found yourself between the silken sheets of the man that unknowingly stole your heart but every time it was a thrill. You never knew what would happen, but you were ready to let him do anything his heart, mind, and cock desired. The only thing you were afraid of was that your body was too weak to handle all the strength of his undying passion.

By now you felt as if you were being flayed alive, your body shivered violently, exhausted from pleasure he insisted to give you with his mouth. He loved doing that, usually bringing you to at least one peak before claiming your cunt with his cock (you still gasped every time he slid inside you like you did that first time, when he took everything you begged him to take). Today was different, though. You came four times already, but still he wasn’t moving away. He was growling into your cunt like an animal, the hot swipes of his tongue persistent and insatiable. You’d lost count of the times you tried to pull on his short hair. In your attempts to get him to stop the unstoppable caresses of his tongue, you begged him to just fuck you, moaning how empty you felt without his gorgeous cock, but he didn’t even bother to answer you. Oberyn continued relentlessly abusing your raw flesh, letting his fingers slide inside you from time to time when you were thrashing in ecstasy.

“My Prince, I beg of you. I am going to die. I can’t take it anymore.” You prayed he’d stop, even though the tiniest part of you hoped he’d ignore you once again, and continue using your willing body for his pleasure. “Don’t you want to fuck me? Don’t you want to slide your cock in me? Or am I not worthy of your cock anymore?”

He unlatched his lips from your swollen cunt, showing you his pristine mustache covered in your cum and arousal, and smiled the most innocent of smiles. “Oh, my dear little serpent, don’t be so foolish. You know I want that." Giving you some reprieve from his mouth he still didn't let you relax, tracing his index finger up and down your swollen, drenched lips. "There’s nothing more divine in this world or any other than the feeling of my cock piercing your wet cunt, like the sun piercing the sky. But I have been thirsty for so long that I can’t refuse myself a generous fill of your nectar.”

Your lips trembled, eyes spilling tears shamelessly. He was stubborn, your Prince. You joked once that one day it would get him killed. Maybe it'd kill you first, though.

“My Prince, I can’t take it anymore," you shook your head, calling to his senses. "I don’t think there’s any more liquid left in me.”

Oberyn tsk'd and brought his lips to your skin, and you jolted a little, almost afraid of his touch. He chuckled lovingly, murmuring in your thigh.

“But if there wasn’t, you wouldn’t be wetting these beautiful silks.”

Your whine was pained and pleasured at the same time when he swiped his fingers through your slit, gathering the embarrassing amount of your slick and showing you his glistening fingers as to prove his point. You closed your eyes, unable to continue looking at the still prominent hunger in his eyes as he licked his fingers clean. 

“Give me one more," he whispered, but it didn't sound like a plea, more like an order he loved giving out. "And then I’ll bring you as many glasses of your favorite Dornish wine as you can drink.”

You snapped your eyes open incredulously. As if you'd sell your cunt for a glass of wine, even the best wine in the world. “You'd only bring me wine because you want to torture my cunt with your devilish tongue again. And you need me full of liquids for that.”

He laughed and you couldn't stop from letting out the same joyful sounds yourself. You loved that man, and even though he didn't know that, it didn't take away from your feelings. His smile nurtured you, the way his eyes roamed your body made you feel like the prettiest creature among the gods and mortals. And when he laughed, you felt ready to sacrifice not only part of your body but your whole being to hear that again.

“You knew how selfish I was when you laid your generous body on the Prince’s bed, little snake. Do not become greedy on me now.” He bit the place on your thigh that he was just kissing, leaving the perfect mark of his teeth that you knew you'd treasure and caress when left alone for the dozenth time. “Will you spread your legs or should we find use of those beautiful ropes?”

You smiled at him, your face a bit tired but accepting and grateful for your fate. With barely working fingers you reached out and traced his big aquiline nose, that made his profile more royal than his heritage did. You stopped on his lips and he kissed your fingertips as you just stared in the depth of his eyes. “You know I will do anything for you, my Prince.”

“I know, serpent.” He licked and kissed the bite mark he left on your skin, slowly returning to the place that was burning both from being used and the desire to be used again.

He must have found some empathy inside himself, because this time he wasn't as violent in his movements. His tongue was flat as he swiped it from your entrance and to the top of your mound, either preparing you, or trying to get all of your tastes trapped inside his mouth. The broad licks were exchanged for a more passionate lapping at your entrance, as he curled his arms beneath your legs, pressing you closer into his face. With every thrust of his slick muscle inside your entrance you felt the now familiar burn of desire. With each orgasm he gave you it was easier and easier to bring you to another peak. 

This time, as soon as the tip of his nose bumped your twitching bud of pleasure, your back arched as a sea wave during the strongest of storms. Your moan was hoarse and loud, throat parched and almost as abused as your cunt.

You knew he'd say something about you sounding prettier than the most talented musician in all the lands, if only he wasn't so consumed by licking, smelling, and drinking you up.

Blackness creeped at you from the corners of your eyes, and you squeezed them shut, adding bright colors to the mix. Oberyn's tongue started speeding up returning to your clit and circling the bud with tight movements. He growled in your cunt as he felt your thighs squeezing around his head, deafening him in the most erotic of acts. The vibrations he sent through your sensitive skin and straight to your core were the final straw of not only your sanity, but your conciseness. Your scream was violent, and your back arched so hard that on the periphery of your mind you thought you'd broken your bones. You felt thoughts and senses leaving your body with every drop of liquid squirting out of your core and into your Prince's greedy mouth. You smiled, thanking Gods and your lover for releasing you from the torturous feeling of being awake as your mind drifted into euphoric blackness.

“Oh, well,” Oberyn's eyes were darker than a starless night, puffy red lips curved in a satisfied smirk. Licking his own swollen and sensitive flesh he caressed your sweaty thighs with a gentle touch, not taking his eyes off your rising and falling chest. “Someone leaving the feast is not a reason to stop it.”  The prince whispered to himself, before disappearing between your thighs once again.

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[onlyfezco]

Forget Me Not - Fezco

Summary: Fez forgets your date Friday night and he spends the weekend trying to get back on your good side

Fezco x Reader

Word count: 2,247

Author’s Note: This just started because I thought about blasting music that fit my mood when I was mad and the other person realizing I was mad based off the lyrics lol. Comments and reblogs are appreciated. The divider is from @firefly-graphics​

It had been a long night. Fez got word about a party happening last minute and him and Ash needed to go to lessen the load of Mouse’s latest supply. Before the party, Fez had been at the store for most of the day. He was ready to count up the money from tonight and go straight to bed.

“You’re in trouble,” Fez heard Ash say from the living room. He finished locking the door then made his way towards his brother.

“What I do,” Fez asked, then his eyes followed Ash’s to the couch where you lay sleeping. 

“Oh shit,” Fez said, rubbing his hand over his shaved head. Normally, this wouldn’t be Fez’s reaction to seeing his girlfriend. Especially, after a super long day. But it was your nice black dress and perfectly done hair that reminded Fez he forgot about your date. 

“Yeah, shit,” Ash chuckled dropping his backpack on the kitchen table. “She’s gonna be pissed.”

“I forgot she was stayin’ over this weekend. Her roommate’s army boyfriend was comin’ home for the weekend and she ain’t want to stay around for them reunitin’ for three days straight.”

“So she’s gonna be mad at you all weekend here? That’s hilarious,” Ash said with a silent laugh so he wouldn’t wake you.

“Man, shut the fuck up,” Fez whispered to his brother. By no means was any of this funny. 

“I’mma let you deal with that. I’m goin’ to my room.”

Once Ash was gone, Fez squatted down so he was on eyelevel with you. “Ma,” he said softly. “Ma, wake up.” You stirred a little but your eyes were still closed. “Come on, let’s get you in bed,” Fez said gently shaking you now.

Your eyes opened briefly, then closed again. “I’m fine here,” you replied flatly, then rolled over so your back was to Fezco now. 

Fez sighed. “Come on, baby. I’m sorry. I heard about a party the other day, and you know I got this extra supply to get rid of this month.”

“So not only did you go to a party without me, you didn’t call to let me know you’d be home late either? Nice to know I’m so forgettable.” You readjusted on the couch then pulled the blanket down to cover yourself up. After about an hour of Fez not showing up and not hearing anything from him, you took your makeup off and got comfortable on the couch. 

You knew you were being a bit childish. You could have easily called Fez to see where he was at, or remind him of your plans. But you had been texting him for most of the day anyway. It hurt that even though you should have been on his mind already, he still forgot about your date and you coming over. 

“You’re not. I know you’re mad, but at least sleep in my bed tonight.”

“No thank you.”

Fez sighed again frustrated with how stubborn you were. “You don’t have to sleep with me. I’ll take the couch.”

“No. Thank you,” you repeated more sternly this time. 

Fez just stayed there for a moment staring at your back hoping you’d give in and go to his bed. But you were stubborn and didn’t budge an inch. Fez stood up then walked to the kitchen table to put the money him and ash made tonight up somewhere safe. He wasn’t in the mood to sit there and count the profits right now. He’d worry about that tomorrow. He began making his way to his room, but glanced at the couch before he went down the hall to see if you changed your mind. You didn’t. He sighed then made the trek to his bedroom alone for the night. 

Well I'm not gon' cry

I'm not gon' cry

I'm not gon' shed no tears

Fezco practically shot up out of his bed at the loud music. He looked around the room and realized it was morning from the faint light pouring in from behind his curtains. He shook his head then got out of bed to see where the noise was coming from.

Ash was sitting at the kitchen table watching some Youtube video with his headphones in while shoveling pancakes and eggs into his mouth. He walked into the kitchen to see you flipping a pancake over as you sang to the Mary J. Blige song. You were obviously still upset. He knew you would occasionally play some 90′s R&B while you cooked, but playing Mary this loud was a sign you were mad.

“Morning, ma,” Fez said testing the waters with you. Normally when he’d catch you cooking in his kitchen, he would come up behind you and kiss your neck. But he didn’t want to make the mistake of touching you and making your madder right now. He didn’t think he could handle you pushing him away. 

Fez was met with silence as you grabbed a plate with some eggs already on it and placed the pancake down. “Come on, Y/N. I said I was sorry.” 

You still ignored him, putting the skillet into the sink then walking over to the table to sit down. You grabbed the syrup that was next to Ash and poured it over your pancakes. Fez looked around the kitchen and saw that there was no food for him. He sighed, his shoulders slumping. He grabbed a bowl from the cabinet and poured himself some cereal. Usually, he would sit next to you at the table, but he sat from across from you instead.

Ash looked up from his phone and eyed the both of you. He was sitting in the middle of you two and could feel the animosity.

The Mary song faded out, but another angsty one was up next. 

Baby Let Me Explain To You I'm Sayin

What You Sayin

It's Not Even Like That

It Wasn't Like That But I Saw You

Your eyes glanced up at Fez across the table from you but his eyes were already on you. Your eyes became angry as you glared at him then went back to your plate. Fez just sighed. Ash rushed to finish his food so he could hurry up and leave before things got more tense. 

It was almost noon now, so it was time for Marie’s bath. On weekend’s when you came over, you volunteered to help Fez with his grandma. You always called it girl time and you weren’t going to let your anger at her grandson stop that.

“You won’t believe what your grandson did now,” you spoke to the old woman. Just because she was bedridden and couldn’t speak, didn’t mean you couldn’t keep her updated on what was going on.

“He forgot that I was coming over,” you said as you moved the warm towel up and down her arm. “And on top of that, he went to a party. Without me!” 

As usual, you were met with silence. Fezco spoke so highly of his grandma when he first told you about her. Kitty was a badass. You hoped she would have liked you. Fez always said she would have loved you. 

“I know Mouse’s punk ass dumped more product on him than usual, but if Fez would have told me he was going, I wouldn’t have mind.” 

It was quiet for a moment. Just the sound of you dumping the towel back in the water then ringing it out. 

“I know this is mostly my issue of being forgotten and I’m making a big deal out it, but it hurts.”

You were so busy in your own head and giving Marie her bath that you didn’t hear Fez’s footsteps coming down the hall. He was at his grandmother’s door listening to everything you said. He was so upset with himself over the situation. There you were, giving his bedridden grandmother a sponge bath after he made you angry. Most people would have said screw it and not done anything for Fez. But that morning you made his brother breakfast and now this. God, he loved you. He had to find a way to make it up to you. 

After you were done with Marie, Ash convinced you to drive him to the mall so he could get some new shoes. You decided to make an afternoon of it since you weren’t planning on doing anything with Fez today. The two of you went to the movies after he bought his shoes. You paid for the tickets and he paid for the snacks. You told him he didn’t have to buy the snacks since you’re the one who decided to see a movie, but Ash insisted. Sometimes he would go to the movies with you and Fez, so he was just doing what he always saw. Fez would buy the tickets, and you would buy the snacks... well, sneak them in your purse. It was cute that Ash did that. You kissed him on the head and he wiped it off.

By the time you made it back to the O’Neil house, it was around 6. Ash asked you to drop him off at his friend’s place and said he would call you when he was ready to go. You were happy Ash was doing some normal child things, but you were bummed because that meant it would just be you and Fez. You started to think you should just forgive him. No point in holding out a grudge this pointless for too long. 

You used your key to get in and walked down the hall to drop your shopping bag by the couch, but the dim lighting and candles through you off. Cautiously, you looked around. It was way too quiet. 

You heard soft footsteps coming down the hall then turned to see your boyfriend in dress pants and a button down shirt holding your favorite flowers. 

“Hey,” Fez said softly.

“Hey,” you replied back just as soft. 

He walked closer to you then handed you the bouquet. “I got you these.”

You glanced down at the flowers then into Fez’s eyes as you reached out to grab the bouquet. Fez saw the small smile on your face and took that as a good sign. 

“I’m sorry, ma. I didn’t mean to forget our date or you comin’ over. It slipped my mind, but it ain’t gonna happen again.”

“I know, Fez. And I’m sorry, too,” you said, a hint of sadness in your voice.

Fez’s face scrunched up in confusion. “What you sorry fo’?”

You shook your head. “For ignoring you. For getting that mad at something so small.”

Fez walked closer to you shaking his head, grabbing your free hand. “Nah, you had a right to be mad. It was important to you that I remembered our date, and I didn’t. I don’t wanna ever make you feel bad and that’s what I did.”

Your hand tightened around Fez’s. Your eyes glanced around before they landed on Fez’s piercing eyes. “I just... I have issues with being forgotten about.” Fez slowly stepped in closer to you and you automatically leaned into him. He grabbed the flowers from your hand, placing them on the table so he could grab your other hand as well. You laid your head on his chest.

“You don’t have to worry about that with me, ma,” Fez said reassuringly, making you nuzzle in closer to him. “You, Ash, and Grandma are the most important people in my life. Even if I slip up n’ miss a date, I could never forget you. I love you too much.”

You let go of Fez’s hands and wrapped them around his waist squeezing him tightly. “I love you too.” 

Although you were no longer looking at him, Fez could hear it in your voice that were crying now. Fez wrapped one arm around you, and used his other to lift your face so he could look at you.

“Don’t cry, baby. You know I hate that.”

You sniffled, trying to stop the tears from falling. “I know. I just feel bad. I shouldn’t have ignored you.”

Fezco kissed your forehead, his lips lingering for just a moment. “It’s done. But let’s promise not to ignore each other, ‘kay?”

You nodded then exhaled trying to calm yourself down. “Okay.”

“Good,” Fez replied. He stepped back from you, your hands dropping down beside you, then he grabbed your hand and began leading you to your spot at the table. “Now, let’s enjoy this food I made.”

“You made this,” you asked smiling as you looked down at the delicious food in the center of the table. Fez could hear the doubt in your voice.

He pulled your chair out for you before he answered. “Well, I paid for it and put it on the nice glass plates. That’s basically makin’ it.”

“You made it look nice. You didn’t make it,” you corrected, giggling at him. You reached your hand out on top of the table once Fez sat down across from you. He took that as a sign you wanted to hold his hand. He reached out, his fingers interlacing with yours. “I love it though,” you told him. Your voice sweet like the syrup on a snow cone. “And I love you,” you added, squeezing his hand.

Fez’s lips curled up into a smile. He knows you mean it. Despite whatever happens, you always mean it.  “Love you too, ma.”

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[sonamytrash]

Cat and Mouse.

Levi has had enough of your little games.

Warnings: Fem reader, smut galore, a lot of filth, female anatomy described, public sex, sex, rough sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, creampie, dirty talk, name calling, teasing, anal fingering, an@l sex, an@l creampie. Not beta read.

AN: MDNI. I don't know what to say for myself. Read the warnings. Enjoy.

The scent of old books and dust wafted through the air, mixing with the sweet aroma of coffee brewing nearby. The library at the scouting headquarters was usually a peaceful haven, but today, it wasn't. Today you were there.

Levi steps behind you quietly, his usually light footsteps making no sound. He presses his body to yours and takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of you. He speaks softly, "You're avoiding me, Why is that?" His hand trailing circles gently at your waist.

"You're such a needy little thing, aren't you?" You teased, pressing against him.

He growled low in his throat, gripping you tightly. "Don't push your luck, sweetheart,"

He presses his hardening erection against you, pinning you to the bookshelf as he breathes you in. One hand slides down over your hip, the other trails up over your breast, cupping it gently before tweaking your nipple through your blouse. He pulls you tighter against him, pressing his lips to your ear.

"I'm not here to play your little game of cat and mouse." He states firmly.

As you felt his fingers slide under your skirt, tracing a path up your thigh, you arch your back, unable to control the response he is getting from your body.

He hikes your skirt up, exposing your plump ass and panties. He can feel the wetness pooled between your legs already, and it only makes him bolder. Running his fingers over the fabric before pulling them aside, exposing your already swollen clit.

"You're so wet," he says, his voice rough with lust "Fucking drenched." You can't see his face but you know there's a smirk painted accross his lips.

His words only served to heighten ypur arousal, and you can't help but grind your hips against his hand, wanting more.

"Mmm Levi...." You hum, closing your eyes, willing yourself to remain steady, trying not to make a sound that would give you away.

The feeling of being so exposed, so vulnerable in this quiet, austere place, only heightened your arousal. You bite your lip, trying to stifle a moan as his fingers dipped lower, teasing your folds.

"And to think," he whispered, "I thought you were the one trying to teach me a lesson."

"A-ah..." you stammered, your voice shaking. "L-Levi, we should..."

He cut you off with a chuckle, his lips trailing down your neck. "We should what, y/n?" His finger teasing your slit, you gasp as your knees threaten to buckle beneath you. "Do you want me to stop?"

You know you should, but you can't find the words to tell him to. Instead, you arch your back further pressing your aching core against his hand. He groans, "Good girl."

He pumps his finger in and out of you, the pace increasing with each stroke before adding a second digit. His fingers move in a rhythm that makes you see stars.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as he moved his fingers faster, circling your clit with his thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure.

He can feel your body trembling against his as you get closer to your release. He leans into your ear, "Cum for me."

You feel a shudder run through your body, and with a cry that was equal parts relief and desperation you cum. He holds you tightly, his fingers never ceasing their motion. Feeling your warm juices flow out of onto his hand. He rubs your clit gently while his fingers continue to thrust inside you, prolonging your orgasm. He can feel your body shuddering against his as you ride out your high, your moans muffled by your hand.

He grinds his hips against yours, his hard cock pulsing with need. "Do you want more? Do you want me to fuck you right here?" he growls into your ear. He awaits your reply, his other hand gripping your hip tightly.

You nod, still desperately trying to control the volume of your voice. Of all the places he could choose to do this, here you are in the library, pressed against a bookshelf with a dripping wet cunt, ready to take your captain's cock.

He pulls your panties down your legs and steps back, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants, glancing around the area to ensure there's nobody nearby.

He pushes them down just enough to release his hard cock, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He grabs your hips and pulls you back against him. You arch your body obediently for him as he guides himself to your entrance. Without much warning, he plunges inside you, filling you up completely.

He lets out a low growl as he begins to thrust into you. You can feel his hips slamming against your ass with each powerful thrust, your moans now muffled by the books on the shelves as your face is pressed further into your arm and the shelf.

"You like that, don't you, you dirty little slut?" he asks, his voice rough with desire. "You like having your captain's cock deep inside your cunt."

Levi pulls you closer to him, his hand gripping your hips tightly as he fucks you harder and faster. He can feel himself getting close to his own release as you tighten around him. He leans in and kisses your neck, one hand moved lower, finding your clit again and rubbing circles around it, relentlessly this time. He groaned as he felt your walls twitch around him in response to the stimulation.

Levi's movements grew more frenzied, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he neared his release. He slammed against you, pushing you harder against the bookshelf, His fingers were now digging painfully into your hips, his lips parted in a silent moan as he thrust harder, faster.

He continues pounding into you until he finally reaches his own orgasm, spilling his hot cum deep inside you.

As your body convulsed, your muscles tensed as your orgasm rippled through you. He quickly brings his hand from your hip to your mouth. You arched your back, moaning into his hand as he silenced your cries. Your nails dug into the brittle wood of the bookshelf, your inner walls gripping him tightly, milking him for every drop of his release.

He nuzzled your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin. You let your eyes drift closed, savouring the feel of him inside, the weight of him on top of you. His hips moved gently, his erection still partly hard, and you could feel him begin to stir again.

Having relinquished the grip he had on your face, his hand trails down to cup your ass, feeling the firm muscles beneath his touch. Your skin was smooth and soft. You could feel the weight of his body as he shifted, slowly pulling out of you. Your body ached with the loss of his presence, but you knew he wouldn't be gone for long. His erection is still hardening against your ass. You press yourself back firmly against him in an effort to encourage him to have his way with you again.

Levi smirks at your exposed and willing body. He leans down to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "You're greedy, aren't you? Begging for more from your captain?" he says, his voice laced with desire.

He uses his fingers to spread the abundance of juices from your pussy onto your tight asshole, gently teasing the sensitive area. "You want it here? You want me to fuck your tight little ass?" he growls into your ear. He slowly slides a finger inside you and you gasp. "Yes," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "Please."

"Mmm, you're so tight back here," he groans, his finger pumping in and out of you. "But don't worry, I'm going to open you up real good" He says, adding a second digit.

He slid his hand away from you, only to return a moment later, his fingers slick with more of your own arousal. He pressed his fingers against your puckered opening again, teasing and stretching you.

"Oh god, yes, Levi." You moaned, your hips bucking against his hand. "More,...please," you whimper.

"Always wanting more." He murmurs, "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" He mocked, using your earlier comment against you as you pressed against him. His teasing sending another shiver down your spine as his other hand finds your clit and gently circles the already oversensitive nub again.

"You're going to take all of me,” he growls, his voice low and husky. "You're going to feel every fucking inch of your captain's cock."

You moaned a desperate. "Yes." As he withdraws his fingers from your ass, your body tensed, preparing for the sensation of him filling you. He positions himself behind you, his thick cock pressing against your tight hole. "Relax." He whispers seductively into your ear. With that, he slowly pushes inside you, the stretch causing you to gasp in pleasure and pain.

"That's it, take it all," he groans as he fills you completely, giving you a few seconds to adjust, his hips starting to move in a steady rhythm. Your body was pliant beneath him, accepting his possession, your cries muffled against the crook of your elbow resting against the bookshelf. He felt you tightening around him, your muscles contracting in rhythm with his thrusts and expert assault on your clit, the sensation was exquisite and he couldn't help but speed up, his hips moving faster and faster, driving deeper into you.

You arched your back, meeting each thrust with a moan. Your ass was a tight, perfect grip on his cock, milking him with each stroke. He could feel the impending climax building inside him.

"You're such a dirty little whore, craving your captain's cock in your ass, in the library of all places." He groans, "But fuck, it turns me on." his grip tightening on your ass cheek. "You make me so fucking hard." He hisses, his cock pistoning in and out of your ass. Your nails dug into the wood again, leaving long, jagged scratches against the old furniture as you struggled to maintain your balance.

Your body quivered, your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. He felt it too, his thrusts becoming more frantic, more urgent. His breath hot against your neck.

You gasped as your third orgasm consumed you, your body shuddering violently. He growled, his hips moving even faster as he felt your inner muscles of your pussy clench around nothing as the muscles in your ass clench against the invasion of his cock. His own orgasm was close, and as you cried out in pleasure, albeit muffled. He felt the hot rush of release as he emptied himself into your ass. His cock pulsing with each spurt of come as your muscles milked him. He let out a loud and audible "Fuck."

He collapsed against you, wrapping an arm around your waist to support you, his breath ragged as he tried to steady it.

Your body hummed with pleasure, every nerve ending tingling from the exquisite sensations that still coursed through you, you would have slumped to the ground had he not been supporting your exhausted body.

Suddenly, as your senses returned to normal, you remembered where you were. You both become aware of the sounds around you. The soft rustle of papers, the ticking of a clock on the wall. The bookshelf you have been using as a prop loomed over you, newfound marks, and splinters in the wood of the probably antique item.

Oh, if walls could talk.

#levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x y/n #levi smut #captain levi x reader #levi attack on titan #levi ackerman x reader #aot smut #fanfiction smut

[atrueneutral]

Raphael returning to the House of Hope as a blushy mess after an encounter with his little mouse and Haarlep needling him about it to try to get a reaction. Maybe the incubus' initial attempts don't get much reaction beyond Raphael telling them to be quiet and so Haarlep suggests that maybe they should have their way with the moral to see what all the fuss is about, and that causes Raphael's composure to break for a moment as he snarls a 'Don't you dare' or something. Then Haarlep could just needle him further, commenting on and questioning the cambion's strong reaction.

From where they were provocatively positioned in bed, Haarlep’s tail flicked with interest at the sight of their ‘human’ master striding into the boudoir blustering and…

“Are you blushing?” they asked with a mixture of shock and glee.

Oh, what a wonderful development!

And an embarrassing sight - to see the proud, ambitious brat reduced to flushing in reaction to a mortal!

A particular mortal, at that…

The scorching scowl Raphael threw their way did not have the desired effect, and Haarlep watched with irksome delight writ on their face as their master went to his portrait.

Once his diary was in hand, Raphael stormed over to the balcony, sat down at a waiting chair (just out of sight), and summoned a magical quill with a snap.

He then began to write, his strokes furious and sharp.

“Straight to love poems?” Haarlep inquired. “Or is it… more lurid than that? Are you writing out that which you have yet to experience - but so desperately wish to?”

They could hear the quill pause…

And resume.

Haarlep grinned.

“Understandable; I’ve visualized it myself!” Haarlep rolled onto their back and tucked a hand behind their head - they could feel their cock twitch as a scene began to play out in their head. “Her naked body writhing under mine as I claimed ownership of her wet, tight hole. I’d fuck her until she was a babbling mess who only knew how to speak two things: invoke my name and beg for release!”

The quill had again stopped, and Haarlep could sense hellish fury radiating from the balcony.

“‘Haarlep! Please!’ she’d cry!” They closed their eyes and moaned deliciously as they gripped their hardness through the material of their scant apparel. “Oh, and I would answer her delirious cries - fuck her until I could feel her cunt flutter around my cock-”

They could hear what were now jingling bootsteps on marble.

“I’d swallow her ecstasy, capture her moans with my mouth to then empty my se–”

Suddenly, Raphael was on top of them with a hand squeezing their throat, pushing them into the silk sheets and soft mattress. Haarlep opened their eyes to stare into a murderous fire.

“Don’t you dare.”

“And why shouldn’t I?” Haarlep dared to ask. While it was not rare to see bouts of violent anger from their master, it was rare to have such violent anger directed at them to this degree.

They did awfully enjoy getting under his skin…

And under his skin they were; clawed fingers tightened cruelly - constricting air.

There was no lasting harm in this; Haarlep knew Raphael wouldn’t kill them, and they could find fun in breath play…

“Because she’s not yours,” their brat growled.

Dizziness was setting in…

“Is she yours?” they managed to retort.

“Yes.”

They glanced down to see Raphael was aroused. By what, Haarlep would guess their brat had been writing lurid tales involving his ‘ownership’ of the mortal who lately captured his thoughts and attention.

His erection noticed, their master sneered and let them go.

Haarlep took a few gasping breaths before asking their next question.

“Does she know who she belongs to?”

“She will,” Raphael replied, leaving the bed. “You are to suck me off as I finish my writing, and you will do so without making a sound…”

Haarlep heaved a sigh and crawled off the bed to follow their brat to the balcony.

If they were lucky, maybe the mortal would somehow find her way to the House…

A fantasy for another time.

#thanks for the prompt! #bg3 #raphael bg3 #my writing #rat-fucking-bastard #raphael x tav #raphael x tav fanfiction #drabble #haarlep #haarlep bg3 #answered

[quinloki]

Eustass Kid - Honesty

Reader style - she/her AFAB Time slot - After Hours Client Name - @swampstew CW: Shibari, fingering, pet names

“Keep talkin’ sweetheart.” Kid commands, turning your arm behind your back and wrapping rope around it.

“Nothing hurts.” You reply, voice a little tense.

“Don’t just tell me if it hurts, tell me how it feels.” He insists, chest pressing against your back as warm breath tickles the back of your neck. “What’s stretching? Flex your fingers and toes.” One large hand wraps around you, opening wide against your belly. “Tell me you’re wet before I find out on my own.”

“Haa, shit, I wasn’t until you said it like that,” you huff, squirming against the ropes. “Fuh-fingers and toes are good, and… and there’s definitely a stre-stretch in my shoulders - Kid, Kid!” You gasp as his hand slowly travel further down your stomach.

“Keep talkin’.”

“Ah-aaahhhmmmm-bout what?” You whimper, squirming against knots you couldn’t hope to undo on your own.

Kid’s teeth caress the turn of your ear. “How it feels. Be honest, lil’ mouse. What’s the rope against your skin like?”

The question seems to bring the sensation to the forefront of your mind. “Sah - soft, soft for the most pah-part, but also there’s pruh-prick-prickly bits.” You stammer, squirming and gasping. Every movement is a reminder of how well you are bound, how exposed you are, and how much more exposed you’re becoming.

“Please, please, touch me,” you gasp, trying to bring your aching pussy closer to his fingers.

“I’m already touc-.”

“My clit, Kid, please make me cum!” You cry.

“Ooooh? You’re usually so shy,” he purrs, turning you around easily and letting you fall onto the pillows beneath you. The frog-tie shibari rope work as your arms bound snug against your back, the heels of your feet tucked against your thighs, ropes triple and quadrupled to keep them from biting into your skin, while still holding you easily in place.

The new position puts you face to face with him, and that sure, cocky, leering grin isn’t cutting you any slack. “You like the way I make you cum?”

You nod. “Yes.” Blood rushes through you, need winning out over embarrassment.

“You don’t see other escorts.” He muses, pressing his index finger against your clit. The pressure sends a shiver through you, but he doesn’t move it. “Just me.”

“Is, is that bad?” Your eyes aren’t on his now, fixated on the single, deep dark crimson painted finger pressed against you.

“Nope.” He assures you, finger finally starting to make lazy circles against the throbbing bundle of nerve. “You don’t just like the way I make you cum though, do you? Be honest, and I’ll reward you, Mouse.” You can feel another finger slipping along your slit.

You nod again, gasping as the snaps of pleasure as he rubs you the right way. “I… I lie-like you! I like you, e-even if I shuh-shouldn’t! Oh fuck!” You throw your head back as two thick fingers push into your pussy, and Kid’s thumb starts rolling against your clit, applying more pressure than his finger had been.

“Why shouldn’t you?” He questions, voice even, grin crooked.

“Y-you’re… I mean, ri-right there, gods,” Pleasure addles your thoughts, skilled fingers bringing you close quickly.

“I’m what, Mouse?”

A strained whimper beats against your teeth, and tears garble your vision. Fear twists your guts, worry that this might be your last session with him, your last words. As though you’ve broken some unspoken rule and you can’t take it back.

“Perfect. You’re perfect,” you gasp, struggling to speak against the growing orgasm. “Who the ha-hell am I, tah - ta’ be me an’, an’ want you?”

You don’t notice the look on Kid’s face, not that you can make out much with your eyes wet. His fingers and thumb move faster, and you can feel him leaning over you.

“Cum, little mouse, cum like the good girl you are.” He demands, and despite your blurred vision you swear you can see those amber eyes crystal clear. The only thing clearer are his words, and they travel straight to your loins like lightning.

Sucking in a breath as the orgasm crests, Kid’s lips crash into yours suddenly. His name, your moans, are all devoured by hungry lips, and a tongue intent on stealing sense and sound from you. Dizzy from pleasure and a lack of air, your flushed face and heavy breaths are a mix of embarrassment and afterglow.

Once your eyes focus on him, you see that devious grin slip along his lips. “We’re gonna hafta have an honest talk, you and I.” He says, softness coming into his eyes and smile. “But if yer gonna be my Mouse? You can’t talk down on yourself like that again.”

One Piece Host Club AU drabble event runs through December 2023

#One Piece Host Club AU #December Drabble Event 2023 #One Piece Fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #eustass kid

[thebetawolfgirl]

His Chaotic Girl

Pairing: Timmy x Reader

Warnings: None. Just pure fluff.

A/N: Couldn’t sleep last night so wrote this at 1am.

His Chaotic Girl

Timmy woke up at 2am in the morning to find himself alone in bed, and sat up immediately scanning the room for his girlfriend.

‘Y/n?’ He whispered to the empty room heating no reply. He pushed the covers back and got out throwing a sweat top on him and heading towards the living room where he found his girlfriend of 2 years sitting on the large window sill looking out at the sleeping city of New York hugging her bare knees.

‘Baby?’ He walked over to her as she looked up at him.

‘I’m sorry, did I wake you?’ She stood up to stand in front of him as he smiled lovingly and shook his head. ‘No, I woke up because I didn’t feel you beside me. Not because you were making noise, you’re as quiet as a mouse.’

He tucked her hair behind her ear before wrapping his arms around her and rubbing her back.

‘Your thoughts consume you my love. You need to write them down or talk to get it all out.’

She nodded against his shoulder and sighed as he lifted her and wrapped her legs around his waist and sat down. ‘Talk. Rant. Ramble. Whatever helps.’

She sighed and began talking to him and once she started she couldn’t stop, even if she wanted too. Timmy listened patiently and rubbed his fingers over her knuckles when she clenched her fists to keep the tears at bay, and held her tight when she finally did cry. She eventually drifted off in his arms at 3am, and he carried her to bed.

He knew what he was getting into when they met. His friends, her friends even her own family tried to ‘warn him’ that she was broken and her mind went a million miles a minute. He didn’t care about either of their friends, but her family shouldn’t have been the people to warn him or scare him away from her, he found that fact particularly disturbing and a little bit disgusting to be fair.

Her intelligence and her ability to feel empathy made her extremely sensitive so she felt absolutely EVERYTHING.

Timmy absolutely loved that about her, it only proved to him that as much as she could run circles around even the most intellectual people he knew, she also had a huge heart.

And God her mind was incredible, the way it worked and how she saw the world. Timmy thought he would never find anyone in this world that was like him. An old soul, who saw the world differently than others. Someone who could SEE!

On their first date they were at the restaurant until closing time because they were so deep in their conversation. Then they just walked around the city until dusk. He walked her home and left feeling more alive than he had ever felt.

They woke up the next morning and just stayed in bed. They talked, they watched tv he read to her and she showed him some of her paintings she had been working on. They were incredible.

Other people thought she was weird and abnormal, he thought she was an absolute fucking genius. And he told her that one time and she just laughed shoving his shoulder.

Later they went for a walk around Central Park and he bought her a pretzel which she thanked him for and munched on.

She was weird to everyone but to him she was his chaotic girl.

@sufferingstarlight

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@kteezy997

@lixzey

@tchalamss

#lil timmy tim #timothèe chalamet #timothée hal chalamet #timmy x reader #Timmy fluff

[wlfpet]

i want to run my pussy on abby's hammer like a cat in heat i need her to make fun of me i want to suck on her tongue spit everywhere i do not care amen

AN; this is that shit that makes you embarrassed to look at mirrors after you write it. I gotta go... repently shamefully for this... if you know what I mean.

content tags: MEAN dom!Abby, assplay, object insertion (r!receiving, anal, yeah...) spanking (r!receiving), degradation (abs calls the reader whore, slut, bitch, etc.) , humiliation, name calling, affectionate pet name used in mean ways, mindbreak if u squint and tilt your head, strap on penetration (r!receiving), messy/dirty sex? public sex, nobody walks in but reader has thoughts about if someone did. spit kink but not in the mouth. abby and the reader and kinda nasty dirty and unhinged but are deeply in love and there IS aftercare!! started as an informal headcannon, somehow we got to paragraphs and thousand-word counds

WC: 3.1k

proofread?: yes \ no \ barely

tl;dr: abby sluts you out for being bad, you become very well-acquainted with a hammer.

just want u to know that you’re sick (lovingly) and I had to get in peak porn writing position to pump out this reply… no pun intended.

first of all we would have to fight over the hammer but that’s neither here nor there let’s unpack mean, condescending dom abby who loves to tease and make u cry.

I know I said Abby wouldn’t like fucking in public but I also love going back on my word and maybe this is one of those times where she gets super frustrated with you and decides to take u down a peg. she’s forever the doting, loving girlfriend but she knows she’s created a spoiled brat, nd sometimes u just push her too far; running your mouth too fucking much, using your body to rile her up right before her next assignment, and leaving her high and dry, the way you flaunt everything around the stadium, traipsing around in short little skirts, or a paper-thin button up, the hard baby buds of your nipples greeting everyone you talked to. hell, even the one time she caught you going commando at your job, flashing her little slips of your wet pussy as you passed her items over the consignment desk.

if you wanted to be a loose, disrespectful whore, she could play that game too. if she had to punish you into being good for her again, it was a low price to pay.

she’d tell you she had something to show you in the woods outside the stadium, ‘just something for you and me, mouse.’ of course, she’d give you one last chance to make it up to her, to prove that you’re good. but you’re too cocky, wandering hands trailing over her skin, down her chest, cupping that space between her thighs to feel the fat strap she was packing, just for you. Feigning dropping something on the ground to grind your hips against that hard, imposing bulge. She’d play nice, just for a second, looking down at you from your place on your knees. You had that innocent face plastered on, the slightest pull of a smirk playing at the corner of your mouth.

“hi, mam-“ you started, but she shushed you, instead using her palm to push up your head gently, the telltale sign of your favourite ritual. you opened your mouth hungrily, fanning out your tongue in that pliant, pretty way that she loved, letting her know you were all hers. For a second, it softened her; you, happily on your knees, that look of sheer devotion painting your face, waiting to be molded, created in her image. but it was never that easy, and you recoiled as a heavy spray of saliva drenched your face, sticking to your skin and dribbling from your stuck-together lashes. You blinked it back, vision obscured, hands moving away to wipe it causing a filthy smear on your visage.

Your play at aloofness was the last straw, and you found hard fingers tangling their way into your hair and forcing you down in a different position, the pit of her lips and her hot breath beating the side of your face.

“you take me for a fucking joke, cunt?”

“No mama, never— jus’ playin’ a little bit—“

you’d pout, craning your neck to look at her through fluttered lashes and teary eyes. Her jaw was clenched tight, forcing her words through gritted teeth. Eyes dark and predatory, looking over you like a piece of meat. A trail of fear cobbled down your spine and Abby walked it, shoving your mid back down to get you exactly how she wanted you. You were arched up with your tummy and breasts pressed down into the grass, the soft globes of your soft, plentiful ass poking from your flipped-over skirt, knees scuffed by the soil. you were sure that your face was caked with mud or would be. Your cunny wet your panties easily from the excitement of it all, dripping from that pit of terror and sheer animalistic arousal that only Abby, your one true owner could unlock. The slick ran down your thighs, filthy little drips painting your skin that made her own cunt boil internally. From below, you could see the woman who towered over you crack a crooked smile.

There she was.

“Didn’t I say that if you make it hard for me, I’ll make it hard for you?”

You nodded, silently, shamefully. Abby was cruel, palming your ass violently, kneading it, a rage that had been simmering for weeks boiling over in one moment, and you were the frog who didn’t notice the temperature rising until it was too late. “Better brace yourself, dumb fuckin’ whore.”

You wanted to press your luck. to tease just a bit harder, to say ‘for what?’ with the hopes she’d squirm, get out of her body a bit, see if you could brat your way into getting just a little bit more. But before you could open your mouth to let out a cheeky quip, a sound something like the swing of a knife in the wind cut through the silence, and a forgiveless, merciless blow dented your little ass. Your body shot forward against your will, every muscle in those damned delicious arms working overtime to knock you off balance. You knew you were severely fucked, that Abs would have you walking funny for days after how you behaved, that she had no plans of going easy on you.

“Mam- mommy, mommy,” you started, babbling like a fool, nose running and mouth awash with drool as you took your punishment, warm flesh being peppered with harsh smacks that reddened your beloved dom’s palm and indented your skin with hot spiderwebs. She didn’t respond, but you could hear heavy breaths and grunts of exertion pushing out of her nostrils. Your pussy was still leaking, panties nearly translucent from how ruined the fabric was. she was sure to leave a couple of blows there, too, your bitty clitty fighting its way out of its cloak of protection, unwittingly making it a prime target for the abuse your ass was under.

The cloth was removed from you, and abby silently marveled at your redness, the juiciness of your drooling snatch, and how your nub pulsated like it had its own mini heartbeat. she gripped it best she could, wetness making her fingers slip before she could catch good traction, and pulling the bundle of nerves towards her slightly. You were squeaking, moaning, guttural, and animalistic as you fucked your hips in her direction, the pinned hands still captured in her large fist slapping and clawing at any flesh it could find, even the still sensitive globes of your asscheeks. “Ple— fuck, please mama, be niceeee.”

“Fuck are you crying for? You’re a fucking faucet down here, we both know you need this.” water from your eyes dripped down, inky black marks rolling over your nose and into the dirt beneath you, marring your pretty face. your pussy was drooling though, and the rough treatment was exactly what you had been needing. she was always too busy with patrols, or supply runs, or any of the stupid vanity projects Isaac would spring on her at the drop of a hat. she’d feel remorseful about it, trying to placate you at night with lazy rubs to your clit or skating her tongue through your slit, but it wasn’t enough, and all you needed was to get taken down the way you deserved.

like this.

“open up those legs.” she said it like you had a choice, ha. “needa get you ready to take my cock. I mean, that is what you came out here for, right?” you wanted to say a lot, yes mommy, I’m a whore, yes mommy, I’m addicted to your dick, yes mommy, I’m a needy cockslut who has to have it every night lest I lose my fucking mind. but you were already gone; already in that soft, stupid, braindead space where you happily existed as her favourite hole and nothing more, so all you could do was force a weak nod.

but that wasn’t enough for mommy, never enough for mommy. her disapproval came down in the form of her hard, dirty boot on your ass, jostling you, enough to shock you back to life and give you a little scare, but enough to not hurt her baby too bad, because that was unforgivable. she angled her knee over, the tread gripping your ass and splitting your lips apart to reveal the ruby red of your hidden jewel. you could hear the telltale flick and jingle of her utility belt flipping open. there was only a second to exist in confusion before you hissed, keening unintentionally at the feeling of cold metal persisting against those red-hot folds between your thighs.

It was… whatever it was, but it drove you insane; slight bumps, divots, irregularities working every moan and scream out of you, tapping you like a leaky faucet as Abby tormented your hole. That damned work boot kept you open as she took her time, sometimes dipping the unknown attacker into your hole only to let it pop out as she fucked her arm back and forth, up and down, veins pulsing from the exertion. You were insane, fully broken without even feeling her cock in you, being painfully teased, barely fucked with the cold steel she had summoned.

She had fucked you with a lot; grinding on her pistol while she raked the clip through your hole, some shitty keepsake Issac had gotten her to celebrate her first 100 confirmed kills that was just the right size and girth for an anal dildo. fuck, even detached the quiver of her crossbow so that you could grind and get off like a good little girl in the front of the Jeep while she filled up the boot after a supply run.

But you couldn’t pick this one.

Abs was always good to you, a little mean sometimes, but this was just another way she was good to you, devoted to making your slut pussy feel the way it needed to. She was mean, however, when she left you empty and whimpering at the lack of stimulation as she pulled her arm away, dropping her foot and leaning over you as she brought the weapon of m(ass) destruction to your face. “you run that fuckin’ mouth enough, can use it for useful shit too, right?” She started, rough and imposing. “Get your new friend nice and clean for mommy.”

it was… a ball-peen hammer, flat on one side, rounded and fat on the other, and dripping with your nectar from end to end. You shuddered with excitement. She was so fucking dirty, so fucking sick for this, and you were impossibly turned on by it. you needed more. Your lips formed an O instantly, taking the less girthy head into your mouth, moaning at the taste of your own sinful juices coating your tongue. if anyone came upon this sight, if a passing group of scars came by and blew your head off, It didn’t matter, nothing mattered right now, the two of you could get ambushed at that very moment, and you would die happily as mommy’s perfectly debased whore.

she released the grip on your arms, pulling your head up by your hair to fit more of the tool in your waiting, happy mouth. you lapped it all, wetness leaking down your neck and between your pert breasts. Your saliva ran lengthwise down the handle, Abby’s palms being coated in the slick, drippy and sticky. You whined as she took it back, pouting immediately with disappointment. you could hear something muttered, a nonchalant ‘calm the fuck down’ and then the telltale drag of zipper teeth as Abby forced her cock free, dragging the fat head through your folds.

“Want me, mouse?” she said, tone almost sweet again as she fucked slightly into your waiting pussy, just the tip and nothing more. It was almost enough to make the waterworks start again, what felt like hours of evil teasing, toying around with your body like it was a game. She slipped in deeper, then pulled the sheathed inches completely out, biting the fat of her bottom lip as the diamond lines of your wetness stayed connected in thin air. you were fucking gorgeous, and she could take you right here and now, give you all the dick you needed, and melt your brain until you needed to be carried home.

But she wanted to drag it all out, wanted this to be the punishment. You could take all of the receiving, even if the cruel and unusual, but the anticipation, the not having is what killed you; and she knew which ticks would force you to lose it.

you were stumbling, babbling, everything swimming through your head too fast. Your exploited cunny was pulsating, the air blowing between your netherlips making everything so much more sensitive, making your brain even foggier. A thick, adept thumb flattened against your folds, dipping in to collect some of the sacred liquid and smearing it against your inner thigh. Her fingers drummed the fat of your butt impatiently. “So you’re gonna make me take you home? That what you want?”

“No!” You shrieked, on the verge of tantruming. It was too much, enough to wake you up, at attention and ready to take what she was willing to give. “No, no, I mean— want you! need you mama. So bad.” You swirled your hips around for emphasis, grinding against nothing, searching for anything to put out the fire she set inside of you. “On your elbows for me, then.” She said, waiting for you to comply in order to drop your head back down. She hummed in appreciation at your unwavering obedience, enjoying how much you were willing to degrade yourself for this, before she spread open your pussy lips and bottomed out all at once. “Goood fuckin girl, Mouse.”

The fire never got put out, it was quite the opposite, as though your whole body was alight from each nerve ending as she pounded into you with that body made of sheer muscle. She pressed forward, repositioning you with no hands and deepening your arch until she had the proper leverage to hit that fucking spot. She grabbed your hand from behind, guiding you to split your own pussy apart for better access.

Abby loved you for shit like this, how you clenched as you approached a peak, how that sloppy white ring would collect on the blue of her dick. You needed to be fucked like this, to be reminded what happens when toys step out of line and give their owners problems, and she had no qualms with destroying your brain and rebuilding it piece by piece. She could die in this pussy.

Another bead of spit rained against you, a large gob deep in your asshole. She worked you, effortlessly, snapping her hips to batter your cunt every time, using you completely for her twisted desires, moving to slip her thumb into the taut ring for a better grip. You were on cloud nine, barely forming words, sounding like you were speaking in code. Just loud, loose moans ringing from your throat. Yeah, you were sure you’d have to get put on recess for a couple of days to survive the mental effects of this cock.

“Relax for me, babe.” she whispered, softly and sweetly removing her thumb from your tightest hole before the sensation was replaced with something larger, more foreign, cold and hard, and —shiiittt

Abigail Anderson was a fucking crazy person, pushing the ball tip of the hammer into your quivered hole, letting the handle rest on your back as she continued destroying you with no mercy. “Aww, my lil’ Mousey got her very own tail.” She teased, jiggling your ass with her free hand as she watched the brown handle tap against your back in time with her thrusts. You whimpered, and she wrenched your head back up with a firm palm on your neck to meet your eyes. “When Mommy tells a joke, Mousey fuckin’ laughs, right?” She growled into your ear, punctuating her anger with a harsh slap to your already bruised ass and a rough thrust, pounding your secret spot and sending you closer and closer to your orgasm.

You tried to force a giggle, but the sensations from your battered pussy warped the sound into a ragged moan, and you tried to whine, beg, sputter your way into her favour. All you could manage was the stupid repetition of ‘Mousey has a tail, Mousey has a tail!’ until it broke down into just ‘tailtailtailtailfuckkinnnntail’ and until that melted into nothing, just a cheap sob and a scream running through the forest as your orgasm ran through you in the form of floor-sprinkling rivulets and a clench around mommy’s cock.

You wanted to fall but she wouldn’t let you, wanted to cry but she didn’t let you, and then, everything was gone and she was around you, strong arms holding you up, steady hands wiping the dirt from your face, soft lips kissing you everywhere in spite of the dirt on your face. “Got you, Mouse. You’re okay, you’re with me.” She whispered, running a reassuring palm through your hand, moving down to massage the back of your neck.

“Wanna lay down?” She said, motioning to her pack. She always brought a blanket, clean clothes for you, water, snacks, her gun, so that you would never have to hold one with her around. She tried her best to unfurl the fabric with one hand, laying you down and wiping through your poor, swollen kitten with a cloth damp from her canteen. She redressed you, fresh panties, one of her tee-shirts, tented by the hard pebbles of your nipples sticking out. She spread out next to you, letting you find your way to the crook of her neck, to that chest-to-chest position you loved because you could feel her heartbeat like it was yours. she still loved you, of course, would kiss your cheeks and soothe the bruises she left behind and remind you what you have is a forever thing, but that sometimes you need the bad with the good. You were such a bad girl, too whiny and needy for your own good, a spoiled little monster *she* created, but she loved you because of it.

Yeah, she fucking loved you.

#anon messages!! #tiki answers #abby x reader #abby anderson x fem reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson ff #abby smut #i dunno what to say like i'm shocked. had to put this under a cut because I was so fucking shocked!

[xo-lesserafim]

FALLING FOR YOUR SMILE AND EYES

EPISODE 2. WTF

author’s note: Episode 2 , LETS GOOOO! But thank you for reading<3. But i make each chapter or “episode” while watching the actual one so thats why I’m word for word<3

Bold: Korean

Italics: Over the phone

Both: Korean and Over the Phone

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“KITTY” I yelled trying to find her.

“Kitty! Are you okay?” I asked once I found her.“

No, I just found out my boyfriend is cheating on me” She says almost bursting in tears.

“ Hey, it’s okay. Don’t cry.” I said.

“Just Stop trying to comfort me Andrea.” Kitty said.

I felt hurt but she didn’t mean it, right?”

But I still stood, maybe to still comfort her.

“Dae, I don’t wanna talk to you. Just leave me-.”

“Sorry, I’m just looking for the loo” A guy says.

“I’m Alex Finnerty from Melbourne, Australia. I’m a new teacher here this year.”

“ Why are you not Dae?” Kitty asks.

“ You mean the guy you don’t wanna talk to?” Alex says.

“Are you all right? Can I get you anything?” Alex asked.

“ Never mind.” Kitty says. “ You’re American, right?”

“ Yea” I said. “ I really admire you guys over there.” “…… also very loud.” Alex says.

“ What?” Kitty says.

“ I just notice that Americans speak louder than everyone else.”

“Forgot everything that just happened.” Kitty says.

“ I am going back in there and I am not leaving without answers. Let’s go Andrea.”

“ Excuse me” I ask.

“ Those two girls treat Korean Guys like Pokémon. They are trying to catch them all.” The guy said.

“ Not interested.” “ Get over yourself. I’m trying to help her find Dae.” I say.

“Okay, who are you?” Q asks.

“I’m Andrea Song Covey.”

“ And I’m Kitty Song Covey.”

“ You’re Kitty and Andrea?” Q asks.

“ Wait are you Q?” Kitty asks.

“ Track Star, fellow American, heart of gold?” I finished.

“ Guilty as charged. I feel like we should hug right now. Should We?”

“ Maybe later. I need to find Dae.” Kitty says.

“ So you’re the pen pal?” The other guy asks.

“ So you’re Minnie Mouse?” I reply back. “

If he’s Q, then you must be Min Ho.” Kitty says. “ Of course you are. Where’s Dae?”

I followed Kitty to find Dae.

“ What the hell is going on?” Kitty asks.

“ It’s not what it looks like.”

“It looks like you’re a cheater. Are you not upset? He’s been cheating on both of us.” She says to Yuri.

“ No he’s been cheating on you. I already knew about you already. Dae’s American pen pal. I just didn’t know you were you until a few moments ago.”

As Kitty crash into the dessert tower, I fell into the cupcake so she wouldn’t have to be alone.

I mean this dress isn’t my best dress at-least. “ What? Never seen a girl crash i to a dessert tower before?” Kitty says.

“ And never seen a girl fall into a bunch or cupcakes before?” I say.

“ Nothing to see here, people!” We both say.

As she fell down, I was to kinda catch her you could say.

“ Fine, maybe there something to see.” Kitty says.

“ Kitty are you okay?” Dae asks.

“ Get away from me.”

“ And me.” I said running to catch up with Kitty.

Back in the dorms, we were packing up because I don’t wanna be here with Kitty and I feel so bad for her.

When we heard people coming she went to the bed, I went to the door to listen.

“Spill it! When did you get with Yuri? And Where? And how far?” Minho Asks.

“ And most importantly, why?” Q says.

“ Dae you little scammer. What did you convince Yuri to buy you that suit?” Minho asks.

“ How do you know I didn’t buy it?”

“Because it costs 5k.”

“Seriously” Dae says.

“ I don’t know, I feel bad for Kitty.”

“ I don’t.”

“ Thats cold, Min ho. Breaking up with someone is brutal.”

“Except it wasn’t a breakup because it wasn’t a real relationship. No one’s gonna blame you for upgrading a pen pal for an actual girlfriend.” Minho says.

Kitty scoff -shouts.

“ KITTY SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I said whispering.

“Marius?” Q asks.

“ No,no,no!” Kitty says.

“ Your fault kitkat!” I say as we run to our bed to hide.

“I thought Marius went back to Greece?” Q asks.

“ Maybe he changed his mind.” Dae says.

“ Hmm” “Oy, Marius. Wake up! Time for Class!” Minho says as I shush Kitty.

As they were pulling on the blanket we were pulling back to prevent them from pulling off of us.

Once they got it off, I screamed my voice out of me.

“AHHHHHHHH” I screamed.

After screams later the boys went into the living room.

“ Dae’s crazy ex pen pal and her sister broke into our dorm to murder us!”

“ This is our room.” I said.

“ You guys are listed as Song Covey” Q says.

“ So?” Kitty asks.

“ Song can be a guy’s name. That’s why they assigned you guys to the guys dorm.” Dae says.

“What?” Kitty and I say.

“They did this on purpose.

So Kitty could be closer to Dae and Puppy here could get closer.. to me. Plus I thought the little pup knew how to speak Korean.” Min ho says.

“ I told you she was hitting on me on the plane ride over.”

“ I was not hitting on you. But whatever you say Minnie Mouse. And I can speak Korean, I was just blanking out on the time!” I say.

A few seconds later. “Kitty” Dae says. “ Can we please talk?”

“ No, I never wanna speak to you again.” “ Kitty.” “I want my necklace back.”

“ Your necklace?”

“ Yea, the one I gave you when your mom died?”

“ Yea, I have it around somewhere.”

“ Somewhere?”

“ I’ll find it”

“ You don’t even know where it is. Dae, that belonged to my mom.” “

I’ll bring it back to you, Kitty. I promise.”

“Your promises are literally worthless.”

Kitty and I went back into our room. “

All of Dae’s stuff is in the room. Where is he going to sleep?” Min ho says.

As Min ho was saying that Kitty threw a pillow in his face.

In early morning, when Kitty and I were ready to leave for the airport, we had to snuck around Dae.

A few minutes later , Dae was coming over to talk with Kitty.

“ Kitty! I’ve been all over campus trying to find you. Listen, what you saw yesterday me— Sorry. Umm,. The Truth is that— Why is she calling me?”

“ Cause she’s your girlfriend.”

“ No. Just let me explain Kitty.”

“No. After everything, there’s nothing you can say that’s gonna make me stay.”.

“ Maybe there’s something I can do.”

As Dae and Kitty were about to kiss “Dae Heon!” I heard, Dae’s dad was Yuri’s Driver?

As Kitty and I were going to the dorms I heard Q and Min Ho say

“ Dae, have you seen this video of Mr. Han? It’s kind of blowing up.” “ I bet Yuri loves the drama.”

“ I don’t particularly care.” Kitty says as I’m walking to see the video.

“Kitty. Andrea.” Q says.

“ I thought you guys left.” Min ho says.

“We did, but we decided to stay.” Kitty says.

“ And not that it’s any of your guys business, but it isn’t about a boy.”

“ Oh, sweetie” Q says.

“ Our mom went here and being here makes me feel closer to her than I ever have been.” I say.

“WAIT! Dae is on TV?” Kitty says as she pushes me to Min ho and makes me fall on top of him.

“Get off me Puppy.” “

No, MINNIE MOUSE!”

“Guys, shush” Kitty says.

“ so lettuce move on” Gosh I wanted to scream and punch the kid. “

Well played” Q said.

Yuri had tried to hole Dae’s hand, but he wouldn’t let her. “

Oh my gosh. He’s faking it. That’s a fake relationship.” Kitty said.

“Are you sure Kitty?” I said.

“Yes, I’m sure of it.”

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Little Mouse Ch. 1

Warnings this fic will contain mature themes. Such as but not limited to teasing, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, very unhealthy relationships, some elements of non-con/rape, threesomes, drug use, breath play, voyeurism, branding.

Summery: Rin Nakano a young woman who once dreamed to be a pro hero finds herself down a different path in life. But what happens when she grabs the attention of the wrong person. And so she finds herself a willing prisoner with a man she finds insufferable, or so she did.

Word count: 5128

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Chapter 1

The young woman walked along the street. Late afternoon rush had the streets busy as people were bustling to and from their destinations. A red haired woman walked among the crowd, a bag in hand with her work uniform in it. She never liked wearing her scrubs home from work and always chose to carry them with her and change in and out of her clothes. The young woman was simply on her way home from work. Her feet dragged softly feeling exhausted after working a back to back shift. She wanted for nothing more than to get home, wash up and crawl into her bed.

The sudden growl of her stomach had her pause in her step. Fuck when was the last time she ate? During her first shift? Most likely. The thought of having to cook something once she was home was not overly appealing but she also had no desire to sit down in a restaurant while her hair was a mess, her clothes were a simple pair of sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt. No, sitting down somewhere to eat in her current state didn’t sound good either. She also just wanted to get home as fast as she could. She looked around the busy street spotting a convenient store on a corner. Changing her direction a bit she made her way over to the little store happy to buy herself some food to heat up once home. It probably wouldn’t taste as good as her cooking but it seemed like the best idea.

With a second bag in hand now she walked out of the store. With the bag of food swaying with the bag of her scrubs she was taking home to wash. It seemed like such a peaceful afternoon but of course that didn’t last as she was walking down the street once again before the sounds of screams broke through the night air. The sound of crashing buildings filled the air. Her instincts kicked in and she found herself running towards the sounds of screaming and fighting. The noises were ones she was accustomed to hearing with her years of previous training before she turned to medicine instead. She rounded a corner to come face to face with a group of pro hero’s fighting with three weird looking creatures.

What the hell was she looking at? It looked like their brains were half exposed, one was flying, the other one on the ground was attacking the hero’s. Geez first Stain the hero killer was running around Hosu, now some weird monsters were running around attacking people and destroying buildings.

“Hey you get outta here this isn’t a safe place,” a man suddenly barked at her when she stopped to take in the situation.

“Hosu General hospital staff member Rin Nakano. Please let me add in evacuation and first aid,” she said, pulling out an ID card she kept around her neck from the hospital. The hero looked skeptical at the young woman but didn’t have the time or ability to argue with her at the moment.

“Fine but stay out of our way,” was the harsh reply she received. She bit her tongue trying not to say anything back as she simply yelled a simple yes sir and turned to start helping the bystanders that had been caught up at the start of the attack. She wasn’t surprised by the cold response she got from the hero. After all she looked like some simple bystander with an ID from the local hospital.

But she let it slide, not allowing the hero or his words to bother her as she rushed to help people who were still in the area. A bus was on fire as hero’s struggled to keep the fire at bay, and fight two monsters. A kid crying grabbed her attention as she ran over to the kid.

“Shhh it’s okay,” she said as she was kneeled down by the kid. A line of blood trickled down the kid's face. But the cut was visibly shallow but head wounds always bled a lot. She went to pick the kid up when a cry caught her attention.

“Look out!” Was all she heard as she turned to see the large blue looking monster towering over her and the kid. A fist flying towards them. She acted without thinking her body moving as she clapped her hands down to the ground watching a wall of cement fly up between her and the monster at least two feet thick. But she knew it wouldn’t be enough to stop the beast after she watched it toss around pro hero’s like they were nothing. But all she needed was the second or two it would buy her. She didn’t even watch to see if the wall would hold as she turned and grabbed the kid before she kicked off the ground running for all she was worth. She could hear the crumple of the cement behind her. As her back was turned. That was all she needed to get away from the fist that had been aimed for her and the kid. But that didn’t stop the monster from giving chase. But she was able to buy enough time that some of the hero’s were able to jump in and attack the being pulling its attention away from the woman and the kid as she ran trying to get the kid away from the fighting. But where was safe? The kid was clinging to her and she could hear the little boys sobs over the noise of battle. His body shook in her hands as she held him close running away from the disaster.

“I’ve got you, do not worry everything will be okay,” she said trying to sooth the kid in her hands as she ran. She just needed to get the kid away from the battle before her pace slowed down. She looked around as police finally started to arrive. She ran up to a cop car handing over the poor kid before she turned ready to run back into the fray as she could hear explosions and the sounds of fighting continuing. But at least now more first responders were arriving on scene as she ran back to the fight. This time though as she approached the busy battlefield she continued to look for injured people. Spotting a middle aged man crumpled in the ground she ran towards him.

“Are you okay?” She asked softly as the man looked up at her before shaking his head and saying he was pretty sure his leg was broken. There was no way she would be able to lift the man up. Her best option in the heat of the moment she needed to heal his leg enough so he could stand on his own. She ripped the pant leg above the suspected break. Nothing broke through the skin which was a good sign. She placed her hands gently on the soft flesh of the man’s leg before activating her quirk. Healing the bone took only seconds.

“Can you stand?” She asked softly as soon as she was done. To which the man nodded his head and forced himself to his feet. There was still obvious pain but he was able to move on his own as she jumped to her feet leaving the man to run away on his own. A sudden gust of wind and dust suddenly whipped around her as she raised her arm to protect her face. It wasn’t till people started to cheer she lifted her eyes to take in the sight of the current number two hero Endeavor after having punched the beast sending it sliding back. She was in awe for a second like everyone else but she was quick to turn away and look around. A shiver ran up her back, she felt like someone was watching her? Her soft green eyes looked around but she couldn’t see anyone but the feeling was too strong to make her feel like it didn’t happen. The hairs on her arms and back of her neck stood up on end as she found herself rubbing her right hand up and down her left arm trying to sooth the shiver that ran over her body. Damn it now was not the time for this. She pushed the feeling away and once again started to help out the injured as other first aid responders showed up.

She continued to run around and help people. At some point she got chatting with some of the EMS workers she knew. They knew she was off duty but still thanked her for the help. So much for getting home. She didn’t even get to keep the dinner she bought by the time she started to walk home again. It had gotten dropped when she saved the kid. But now she was too exhausted to stop and get any more food. She had used her quirk a couple of times and after a day of work on top she felt drained. Her bed was calling her name and she didn’t even care about eating dinner any more, as she had been gone from home nearly twenty four hours and she didn’t even care to do anything other than sleep. And so that’s what she did, stomach empty she walked into her tiny apartment and headed to her bed. Stripping her filthy clothes she crawled into bed even though she still felt like eyes were watching her till she walked into her apartment. But she didn’t ponder it assuming maybe it was some journalist who had seen her at the scene of the fighting. It didn’t matter she was too exhausted to care as she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Her early morning alarm went off far too early when she turned it off and forced herself to roll out of bed. Her body felt heavy, she had not worked that hard in a long time. Her double shift was normal, but then running around for her life and helping injured people was not something she had done since she was in high school over four years ago training to be a hero.

Forcing herself up she headed to the little bathroom in her apartment to welcome a warm shower that she would have liked to have the night before had she not been so exhausted. Once she felt nice and refreshed she walked out of her shower wrapping a towel around her body. She whipped a hand over the fogged up mirror trying to take in the sight of her dull green eyes that were half open as she still felt so exhausted. Her bright red hair had water droplets dripping off the ends as the strands clung to her face and neck before settling down along her middle back. Her body still felt so heavy, but there was nothing she could do about her exhaustion. With that she left the bathroom and headed back to her room to toss on some sweats and a t-shirt before running a brush through her damp hair. She ran out of her apartment once she was dressed. She would need to stop at a convenience store again for some breakfast since she didn’t have time to cook anything as she found herself speed walking down the street to ensure she got to work as fast as possible.

After the battle last night she knew the hospital would be busy. And it was as a number of bystanders and heroes alike who were on the scene were still in the hospital being treated. Eating breakfast as she walked she made her way from room to room doing her job checking in on those who were stable and doing well. Surprisingly she found two hero students in one room when she delivered some less than perfect news to one of them. His left arm had some bad nerve damage. But a third bed had a clipboard at it meaning there were actually three of them in the room but the one had stepped out. She was curious as to why the kids were administered, she didn’t remember seeing them at the fight. But then again everything had been happening so fast she could have missed them and not even known it.

She would have liked to ask them if they were part of last night's fight but she knew it wasn’t the time or place as the dark haired boy was still processing the news of his nerve damage. She slipped silently from the room leaving the two boys to talk. Walking down the hall she was surprised to walk past another kid, like the others he appeared to be in his mid teens probably 15 or 16 at best, no probably younger looking at that round baby face he still sported. Dark green hair and bright green eyes shimmered as he limped past her on crutches. She assumed he was the third kid heading towards the room she had left. But she didn’t have the time to ponder over seeing poor kids hurt from the fighting. If they were gonna be heroes this would become a bit more of a norm for the kids in the future.

The day dragged on but she was happy that today she didn’t have to work a double shift again as it got back she was at the scene last night. And she found herself lucky enough to go home after her first shift not having to work another back to back shift. Her body and mind was thankful for the short work day. But she feared her wallet wouldn’t be as thankful with the lack of hours. But she didn’t argue as she took off her scrubs and headed home. The streets were fairly empty as it was between rush hours leaving only a few people here or there. But it made for a quick and easy walk home.

The days to follow were busy at first as the hospital continued to contain a number of injured heroes and civilians alike who had been caught in the middle of the attack on the city. But it felt like things were slowing down and returning to normal as people were slowly being released. But that didn’t stop the poor woman from being stuck working back to back shifts to the point where the woman was exhausted. Her one early day off had been nice but it had not lasted long before her exhaustion had returned. Her body was growing tired and sluggish as she dragged her feet home during the last evening after a long day of work. The streets were bare as the last trains had finished their travels and everyone was tucked away in their homes. Not having to take the train made it easy for Rin to work late since she could just walk home.

She never would have expected in her exhausted state to find herself suddenly wrenched off balance, stumbling to try and keep herself upright. The hand held tightly to her wrist as she felt herself being ripped along through the shadow of the alley. She winced as it felt like her shoulder was being ripped from her socket as she struggled to not fall to her knees and be dragged. She couldn’t even dig her heels into the ground till the body in front of her stopped. She gasped as pain shot through her as she was thrown against a wall. She coughed and gasped for air as the force of hitting the wall knocked the wind out of her. Her body started to crumple before that same hand that had ripped her into the alley grabbed the front of her shirt, hoisting her up and keeping her on her feet. She had to struggle to blink away the black dots that threatened to take over her vision as her head ached.

“I don’t know why the fuck he wants you,” came a deep growl. The tone sounded threatening as she picked her head up and froze as her eyes met the sharp blue eyes looking down at her. They were threatening, it felt like ice had pierced her. A shiver ran up her spine as she realized she was in trouble. Whoever this man was, he was dangerous. His eyes screamed that he was ready to rip her throat out the first chance he could. She didn’t have any idea what his words meant, someone wanted her? For what? And who? Those questions rushed through her mind but she couldn’t ponder them at this moment. Get away! That’s what she needed to do at that moment. Finding her feet under herself once again she let the adrenaline take over and her training take over. Her hand reached up one taking his wrist in a tight grip and with as much force as she mustered she grabbed at his thumb using it to bend his hand back hearing the sound of some of her shirt ripping as he had refused to let go. She watched pain shoot across his face as he stepped back and away, ripping his hand from her grip. She watched the corner of his lips twitch softly as if he enjoyed the little attempt to fight him off. In the rush of panic she barely had time to take in the sight of the man. Dark unkempt hair, scars covering nearly half his face with what looked like staples or some sort of piercing linked the good and burned skin together.

“Hmm bitch has some fight,” he hissed as he watched her quickly trying to inch away from him.

“Who are you?” She asked, her eyes watching him closely as she felt her tight body take a defensive stance as she glared at the man who didn’t seem bothered at all by the woman ready to try and fight him off. He struck her as a cocky bastard who would quickly look down at her or anyone he felt was beneath him. She was still ready to fight but the man seemed relaxed and unfazed as if he didn’t even see her as a threat. In some ways it irritated her, she hated men who looked down at her. She tried to keep her head calm and clear. Surely he was stronger than her if this came down to a battle of hand to hand combat and she also didn’t have an idea what the man’s quirk was. She needs to try and think of a way out of this situation, but how? He was blocking the only exit to the alley and it was clear that he was not going to let her just walk past him and leave.

“Come with me and all your questions will be answered,” was the simple reply he gave her as he stood back watching her. He didn’t appear to be incredibly tall, surely he wasn’t even a head taller than her 164 cm form. But still although he looked calm his bright blue eyes held a shimmer of something that just screamed. Try anything and I’ll kill you. A shiver ran up her back at the thought of what he may be willing to do to make sure she did not leave this alley.

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” she hissed watching him closely as he simply shrugged his shoulders and the corner of his lips tugged up as if he was looking forward to being able to get rough with her now that she refused to just go with him.

“Alright then don’t blame me if you get hurt little mouse,” he said as his right hand reached out and she watched blue flames lap up from the palms of his hand. Oh fuck! was the first thing that crossed her mind as her eyes grew wide. This was a quirk she was not well suited to fight against. She probably could have had at least a slim chance if she was fighting him hand to hand but now she knew she couldn’t take him on in a close range combat fight.

She slowly tried to inch away sliding her feet back away and put more distance between her and him. Which didn’t work well as he was just as eager to step towards her every time she stepped back. Her best bet was to gather as much water from the air around her but still that would take time. But if she could protect herself with some water it would help. She had to try something and see if she could get past him. Her stance quickly changed from defensive to offensive as she found herself quickly backed into a corner. Fighting was her only option. She needed to try and remember her training on how to take on an opponent who was stronger than her. She was quick to step in towards him, closing the gap as she kept a close eye on his right hand that had produced the blue flames moments earlier. Her punch was blocked with ease, hell there was barely any power behind it. Her body was too sore and fighting hand to hand had never been her strong suit either. There was no way she was going to be able to even get past him. She could feel panic washing over her and her brain seemed to shut down as she suddenly jumped back from him and tried to just dash past him. An arm simply wrapped around her waist and before she could even say anything she found herself being hoisted up and over his shoulder as if she was a sack of potatoes.

“Put me down,” she growled, banging her fists against his back as her legs kicked out before another hand grabbed the back of her knees keeping her upper legs pinned to his chest making it too hard to kick him in the face.

“No can do princess, the boss wants you so it’s you I need to take back with me,” he said simply before he started to walk out of the alley sticking to the shadows before slipping into another one. The streets were empty but even the odd person who did happen to see the duo was surely too scared to approach and try to help. After all the man with all the burn scars was a rather intimidating sight with his hard blue eyes and scars. Her body grew limp as she stopped fighting him as he carried her like a sack of potatoes. Her long hair falling down around her face as she just gave in. In the end all she could do was huff and curse at the man as he carried her swiftly through the city before approaching an abandoned looking warehouse.

She looked over her shoulder as they approached the building before he walked in. The main area was fairly large with a couple of large boxes and crates here or there. But most of the space seemed open and empty aside from a number of people scattered about the room.

“Oh look Dabi is back!” A high pitched excited voice called out as the duo walked into the building. Rin’s green eyes glanced over to see the sight of a young girl sitting on a crate with her legs swaying as she looked over at the duo with a wide toothy grin. What the fuck the girl looked like she was a kid. What was she doing with a group like this? Rin wanted to ask but then again a crazy look in the girl's eye made her feel incredibly uneasy as she watched the kid start to ramble about how excited she was to see another woman in the group.

“Alright I brought the woman like you requested,” Dabi said before he suddenly dropped the woman onto the hard cement floor.

“Ow what the fuck,” she hissed as she sat on her ass glaring up at the man who had just dropped her.

“What the fuck was that for?” She asked, glaring as she pushed herself up to her feet as she glared up at him getting right into his face, pissed off that he had just suddenly dropped her like that, “you shouldn’t man handle a lady like that.”

“What lady? I just see a helpless little mouse,” he said, smirking down at her enjoying the sight of her getting irritated and pissed off with him.

“Why you arrogant,” she growled, mumbling to herself as she tried to make herself stand tall, refusing to back down. Well as tall as she could as her 164 cm stature didn’t exactly make her tall compared to the man who seemed roughly 179 maybe 180cm . That is till someone suddenly cleared their throat drew the two's attention over to a man. Well was he really a man? It looked like a cloud of smoke in a suit. Turning around to look at the people around her Rin took in the view of the two men standing side by side. Beside the black cloud stood a man with…. was that a hand on his face? Yes it was. The thought sent a shiver down her back.

“Are you Miss Rin Nakano?” The cloud of smoke called out as all the eyes seemed to be lingering on her. Why was it she suddenly felt the need to hide behind the man who had dragged her into the building.

“Nope sorry you have the wrong woman,” she said trying to get out of whatever situation she was currently in.

“Really cause your ID here says you are,” came the deep voice behind her as she suddenly gasping for air as the strap of material of her lanyard around her neck was pulled backwards digging the material into her neck forcing the ID card she usually kept tucked in her shirt to be visible and readable now as her airway was cut off. Her hands clawed at her neck and the ID card trying to pry the material from her neck as she stumbled back till she hit a hard chest.

“Dabi!” A scratchy voice called out, stopping the man from continuing to choke her with her own lanyard that sat around her neck. The voice that called out and made Dabi stop sounded like someone who hadn’t had a glass of water in years and their throat was raw and sore. She was almost thankful as she gasped and inhaled a lung full of much needed air till she heard the voice continue, “we need her alive. No killing her.”

Her green eyes looked over to look towards the owner of the voice to find it was the man with the hand up against his face. His fingers were scratching at the skin of neck as he had been talking. All the while she heard Dabi click his tongue off the back of his teeth, unhappy with the order to not kill her. She wasn’t about to argue as she struggled not to cough as she stepped away from Dabi trying to stay outside of the man’s reach.

“Rin Nakano. 22 years old, fresh from college. You’ve been employed at the Hosu general hospital for the last 8 months after a short term as a side kick at some third rate hero agency. You have no current living close relatives, your grades had not been enough to get into a top tier hero high school or college. But you still got your license. They called you the Alchemist. But it seemed for some reason you dropped out of being a pro hero and moved yourself into the healthcare system,” the cloud of smoke started to list off what she found to be some rather personal information. Her eyes became slits as she glared at the cloud of smoke, not happy with the idea a villain had been able to learn so much about her.

“It seems someone has done their homework,” she growled softly even though no one in the building seemed intimidated by the short woman or her temper.

“Awe she seems like she would be lots of fun to play with. Can I cut her up?” The childish voice called out. Yep Rin was correct. The girl was crazy as she held up a knife and looked at the older woman with a scary hunger in her eyes.

“If I’m not allowed to kill her you're not allowed to cut her up,” snapped Dabi who was still standing behind her.

“Enough! With her training in the hospital she fills in the spot of someone who can heal that we really need. Dabi you will watch over her. Try not to kill her,” the scratchy voice called out as if the woman wasn’t even standing before him.

“Who said I was going to help you guys? I refuse to do anything for the League of Villains,” she growled softly as she watched a red eye flash at her from between the index and middle finger of the hand sitting on the man’s face hiding the rest of him from view.

“Then we will kill you and find someone else!” Was the low reply she got from the man before he continued his threat, “surely you wouldn’t want that.”

Rin was forced to clench her teeth as she glared at the man. She knew very well they had done their homework. They knew of her past, the loss of her parents, the death of a hero she worked with. Why she changed over to work in a hospital and quit being a hero. She felt responsible for every death that happened around her and her conscience wouldn’t allow her to not follow their order knowing they would just drag some other poor soul into this mess and away from their family. She didn’t have a family to miss her, no one who would suffer the consequences of her actions but herself. She slowly exhaled a deep breath trying to calm herself down as her shoulders dropped but her face remained hard as she glared at him. Getting her point across she did not like this nor was she going to just willingly agree to help them. But she also wasn’t about to let them kill her either.

“I am not going to help you kill people,” she hissed softly trying to stand her ground and inform the man she was not going to just become a willing partner for the League of Villains and run around killing people. She would rather be kept a semi willing prisoner than become a villain.

Next Chapter

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[rainisawriter]

I’ll Never Leave – Renato (PSF #19)

Ficography

Genre: Fluff

Prompt: Keeping someone safe (@flufftober)

Word Count: 2,983

Pairing: Reader x Renato

World: Dead by Daylight

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You rolled your neck, breathing heavily as you stared at Ghostface from across the dropped pallet. You were the last survivor alive and he had been toying with you for about ten minutes. Despite chasing you while covered from head to toe, his breathing was completely normal. 

He tilted his head to the side, expression hidden behind the mask, though you knew he was smirking as he flipped his knife a few times. “How much longer can you last?”

You wiped the sweat from your brow, glaring at him. “As long as I need to.”

He didn’t know it, but you had been lucky enough to pull Bill’s hatch perk before the match began. You could see it glowing yellow in the distance, so close yet so very far. You were already injured and exhausted. Did you have enough energy within you to reach it?

As soon as doubt started to cloud your mind, you clenched your fists and told those thoughts to fuck off. You’ve been forced into this damn cat-and-mouse game for years. You were a veteran by this point and there was no way in hell you were going to give up. At the very least, you wouldn’t give this smug bastard the satisfaction.

“What are you waiting for?” you taunted, holding out your arms. “I’m already injured, Ghostie. Come and get me… if you can.”

Ghostface chuckled, gripping his knife tightly. He did love the thrill of the hunt. “I’m gonna get you, little lamb.”

You scoffed, faking right before running left. He fell for it but corrected himself quickly and you switched directions as soon as he did. You looped him for a solid minute before he got tired of it, kicking the pallet hard so that it broke in half. The second his boot hit the wood, you darted toward the hatch, clutching your stomach.

The shirt you wore was soaked with blood from the wound, pain shooting through your body with every step. You didn’t have to glance over your shoulder to know that he was on your ass. The hatch was nearly within reach now.

A cry left your lips when his blade sliced across your back, knocking you down to the ground. Unfortunately for him, you fell right next to the hatch and, before he could grab you, you slipped into the inky blackness, successfully escaping the trial.

You exhaled as you felt your wounds healing on their own, the darkness surrounding you completely. The first thing you heard was Renato calling out your name before his tall body fell against your own, his arms around you. You blinked a few times, the survivor’s camp coming into focus.

“Welcome back, meu coração,” he breathed out, his thick accent bringing a smile to your face. You honestly had no clue what ‘meu coração’ meant because neither he nor his sister would tell you, but you adored the way he said it.

“Thank you,” you replied tiredly, patting his back.

Nea scowled at you before slapping a candy bar against David’s palm. He was grinning widely, clearly proud of himself. Currently, you were on a winning streak and the two were constantly betting on you, offering up snacks or med kits. Since Nea didn’t like you, she kept betting for you to lose and always tried to sabotage you when you were in trials together.

It didn’t take you long to realize what she was up to and you certainly weren’t going to let her be your downfall. 

Renato pulled back, a smile on his lips. “That’s your twentieth win, meu coração! Ten more and you’ll beat Bill’s record.”

You glanced at the old man sitting in front of the fire, a cigarette between his lips. He didn’t seem worried or bothered by this because, to him, it wasn’t a competition. He was here to fight and survive, nothing more, nothing less. You felt much the same, though you had found another reason to survive.

Your eyes fell on Renato and he offered you a shy smile, hand finding the back of his neck. It was what he did when he was nervous, you had learned, and he did it a lot when he was with you. 

“Are you hungry?” he asked

“Not really, no.” Your nose wrinkled at the thought of food, making him frown.

“Do you feel unwell?” His hand found your forehead. “You don’t feel warm.”

“I’m fine, just tired.”

He nodded in understanding, giving you a soft smile. “Go get some rest, meu coração. Sleep well.”

“Thanks, Ren.”

He bit his lip, butterflies fluttering in his stomach at the nickname. His dark eyes followed you until you disappeared into your tent. He wished he could make you feel better, but there was nothing that could heal against the entity’s grip. Whether you win or lose a trial, it’s always tough on the survivors.

You were a lot like Bill, pretending as if it didn’t bother you but he knew it did. It affected everyone, though he had noticed that it wasn’t the same for everyone. Some of the survivors were weaker to the entity’s influence, taking days to fully recover after a trial. Others were ready to go after just a couple of hours. You were part of the latter category, though he still worried for you.

Thalita nudged his shoulder, a smirk on her lips. “Daydreaming about them again, hm?”

His cheeks dusted with pink and he sent his older sister a scowl. “I was not.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” she snickered. “Honestly, I don’t know why you don’t just confess.”

“No way!” he replied quickly, shaking his head. “I could never.”

“Why not? It’s not like we’re going anywhere. Though,” her eyes flickered to Leon who was roasting marshmallows on the fire. “If you don’t confess soon, someone else might.”

Renato followed his sister’s gaze and frowned, feeling several negative emotions settling in his gut. He hadn’t failed to notice how close you and Leon were, though he couldn’t tell how you felt. He was confident that Leon liked you and the thought of him confessing to you scared him.

Leon was kind, friendly and selfless. He’s sacrificed himself many times just to give his team a chance at surviving and he never complained. Not to mention he was strong and attractive.

On the other hand, Renato was more reserved, struggling to properly interact with the others. He wasn’t willing to rush in and sacrifice himself for others, unless it was you or his sister, and he didn’t believe himself to be attractive at all. He was also self-conscious about his English, though you had reassured him numerous times that his English was fluent.

He had pictured himself confessing to you many times since the two of you first met, but he could never quite get up the nerve to do so. He was afraid of losing you. Not that you could go anywhere, you were all stuck in the entity’s realm, but he was afraid you wouldn’t want to be near him again.

It was honestly a tale as old as time itself, but he was okay with being a cliché so long as he had you by his side.

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A sharp sting against your wrist pulled you roughly from sleep and you scowled at the survivor mark etched into your skin. It was the entity’s way of keeping track of everyone and alerting them when it was their turn to enter the trial. It couldn’t have been more than five hours since your face-off with Ghostie and you still felt exhausted.

There was no getting out of it, though, not unless you wanted to spend time in the void, stuck to a hook for days on end. With a sigh, you pulled yourself out of the sleeping bag, stuffing your feet into your boots before stepping outside.

Most of the survivors had gone to bed, the campfire dwindling. The moon was full above, thin clouds floating around it like a blanket. It was hard to tell the seasons in this realm but the air was nippy, reminding you of autumn. The thought brought a smile to your face.

Your wrist burned again, smile twisting into a scowl. “Yeah, yeah. I’m going.”

You approached the shed that sat at the edge of the camp, stepping inside. Leon was standing at the locker closest to the door and he glanced at you, smiling warmly. You greeted him with a nod, approaching the locker beside him and holding up your wrist. The blue orb on the door scanned it before the lock clicked.

The locker opened up, the inside bigger than the ones in trials. The items you owned sat on a table while the walls displayed the blood web and the items you could buy. The timer had begun to tick down, indicating that everyone had arrived.

You didn’t bother looking to see who else had been chosen, you just focused on choosing your items. You decided on taking a toolbox with a brand new part, but something stopped you. Your gut was telling you to choose the med kit and you grabbed it seconds before the dark fog filled the room, encasing everything.

Cold drops of rain pelted your body and you knew what realm you had landed in before your eyes even opened – Mother’s Dwelling. It was your favorite realm because it was peaceful, easy to hide in, and because it always rained. You could only hope the killer wasn’t too annoying.

“I swear if it’s Ghostface again,” you muttered under your breath, beginning to walk through the forest, sticks snapping beneath your feet. 

There was a generator in front of you but you didn’t touch it. The beginning of the match was important because you had no idea who the killer was. They always listened for the annoying grating of metal as the generators started up and that would determine who got caught first.

Your heart rate increased, the beating in your ears steadily getting louder as the killer approached. You darted behind a thick tree, squatting down so you could peer over a thick bush. The forest was dark, thick black mist covering the floor. Your eyes narrowed as the killer came around the corner, heading straight toward the gen. 

It was the hillbilly.

You bit your lip to hold back your groan, fingers curling around your pant leg. Of all the killers, why him? Granted, he’s not as difficult as the cannibal, but he was still a pain in the ass because that chainsaw was painful as hell. 

‘Looks like I’m going stealth this game,’ you thought, watching as he sauntered away to check the other gens. Once your heart rate returned to normal, you approached the gen and got to work connecting wires and tightening screws.

You heard hurried footsteps behind you and you glanced over your shoulder, eyes widening. Renato smiled at you when your eyes met his, but it was a weary one.

“Meu coração,” he breathed out, coming to a stop beside you. “You’re back in a trial already… are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you assured him only to connect the wrong wires and cause the Gen to blow up in your face. “Shit.”

His slender fingers curled around your wrist, tugging you up and away from the gen just as your heart rate increased again. You could hear the chainsaw revving in the distance, the hair on the back of your neck standing on end. You shoved Renato to the side and he cried out, losing his balance and hitting the ground with you on top of him.

The hillbilly darted through the spot you had just been standing, the chainsaw cutting through the air. He let out a frustrated cry and you scrambled to your feet, only one thing on your mind – protect Renato at all costs. You would do anything to keep him safe, even if it meant sacrificing yourself to do so.

“Oi, shit stain,” you taunted, stepping away from Renato who was still on the ground, watching you with wide eyes.

The hillbilly slowly turned toward you, glowing eyes narrowed. 

You smirked at him. “Your aim still sucks. You should consider asking that leather-faced bastard for some tips. He’s way better than you.”

A loud, angry cry left him as he lifted the chainsaw above his head, revving it repeatedly. You turned on your heel, darting away with him right behind you. He tried to rush at you with the chainsaw but you darted to the left at the last second, just barely managing to dodge it. 

You ran through a pallet, thinking you had enough time to drop it and gain some distance but you misjudged it. He struck you hard with his hammer and you cried out, clutching your shoulder as you ran.

You were about to vault into the killer shack when Nea appeared on the other side of the window, a smirk on her lips. She shoved you backward as hard as she could and you stumbled back. The hillbilly grabbed your injured shoulder, bringing the hammer down again. Your body crumbled, pain filling you.

He grabbed you by the back of your shirt, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You struggled to free yourself but he had been lucky enough to get iron grasp, making it much harder to break free. You glanced over your shoulder, realizing he was bringing you toward the shack, intent on putting you in the basement. 

Was he going to camp the hook? 

As he stepped into the doorway, the pallet was thrown down, stunning him. You fell from his shoulder, stumbling forward. Renato grabbed your hand and ran toward the other side of the shack, keeping you in front of him since you were already injured.

“This way, meu coração,” he whispered, lightly pushing you toward the corner of the map. 

You could hear the chainsaw revving and the hillbilly yelling. Renato bit his lip, acting quickly. Just before the killer came through the door, he shoved you hard against the log wall that surrounded the map. You winced as it dug into your back, aggravating the wound but that was quickly forgotten when the tall male pressed his body against your own, shielding you from view.

His fingers found the nap of your neck, warm breath on your ear as he whispered, “Please try to be quiet, meu coração.”

You buried your face in his tank top to muffle your groans of pain, fingers curling around the black material. You could hear his heart racing within his chest, the sound interlacing with your own until they became one.

You could hear the hillbilly’s heavy breathing as he searched behind trees and in bushes, trying to find you but his eyesight had never been the greatest and he certainly wasn’t the smartest. 

“I’ll protect you,” breathed Renato, his hand coming to the back of your head, his other arm slipping around your waist. His voice was trembling and he was obviously scared, but you knew he meant every word. “I swear I’ll protect you, meu coração.”

You chuckled softly, finally feeling as if you could breathe when the hillbilly gave up the search to check the gens. You pulled back just enough to look up at him, adoring the way his tanned cheeks had turned pink. “Isn’t that the same thing I said to you in our first trial together?”

“You remember,” he smiled, offering you a nod. “You’ve saved me so many times since I arrived here. Now, it’s my turn.”

“You can start by healing me,” you joked, giving him a half-smirk when he sent you an embarrassed look.

“Sorry!”

You kneeled down, allowing him to lean over you, his hands hovering above the wound on the back of your shoulder. With the entity’s magic, you felt the wound begin to close, wincing at the strange sensation. You’ve been healed thousands of times, but you didn’t think you would ever get used to the feeling. Rather than the wound healing, it felt more like…

Well, it felt as if time was reversing itself, as if someone had pressed rewind on just the wound. It wasn’t painful, perse, but it was a strange and uncomfortable feeling. It was unnatural like everything else in this damn realm.

“There,” he spoke softly, stepping back so you could stand again.

“Thanks, love.”

The words slipped out on their own accord but both of you tensed up because of them. It just felt so natural to say it to him that you hadn’t given it any thought. He knew that it was a common thing in some parts of the world to say to people that you had no romantic interest in.

He knew that, yet his heart raced within his chest, face burning. If it hadn’t been for the lack of ear-piercing pounding in his ears, he would have thought the hillbilly had returned. 

You frowned as you took in his tense posture. “Sorry, it just slipped out. If it makes you uncomfortable -“

“No!” He replied quickly, holding out his hand. “I-I like it… a lot.”

You hummed, amusement dancing in your eyes. “I’ll make you a deal.”

“A deal? What do you mean?”

“I’ll start calling you love if you tell me what meu coração means.”

Renato bit his lip as he considered this. “If… if we both survive this trial, I promise I’ll tell you.”

You hummed in thought, ignoring Nea’s scream as she was taken out by the chainsaw. It was just deserts, in your opinion. You smiled, slipping your hand into his. “You better stay close to me, Ren, so I can keep you safe.”

His eyes sparkled as he nodded, giving your hand a squeeze. “I won’t ever leave your side, meu coração.”

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[mattodore]

I would like to shamelessly and respectfully ask about the bed talk between Matthias and Theo.

your mind... yeah, i'll talk about this. slipping my reply under a readmore for this one bc i'm just going to speak candidly <3

so on theo's part, he doesn't say much during sex. in the same way he has a lot of difficulty expressing his feelings inside his relationship with matthias, he also has a hard time expressing his desires. theo is... kind of mired down by shame and repression. like, even when theo is actively fucking men he's still repressing a lot of what he really wants and feels. it's interesting, though, because he definitely isn't shy about sex. it's just... he can't speak what he wants out loud, because then he might really get it, you know? and i think he's scared by how that would feel... like having it be that easy to get what he wants after all the years of shutting everything up inside his heart and burying it down so deep. honestly, theo has a hard time even making sounds during sex. he holds his breath, bites on matthias's arms, clenches his teeth... he's just always holding himself back. he can't help it, really.

matthias can sometimes get a few words out of theo if he's prompting them, though. he likes to make theo say please 🙄... and i think matthias will prod and ask theo if it's good, if he likes it, and theo will kind of nod and say yeah, yeah it's good... and i think during those first few times, that question makes theo flush real fast and get all teary. because it really does feel good... and i think theo needs that. and i think he probably... god, well... i think he sort of realizes that he's never really had anything as good in his life. not, like... not in a wow-matthias-is-a-sex-god way, but in a way where it's like, okay. theo is being treated well. time and care went into making sure he wasn't hurt. he's being listened to and matthias is carefully watching each of his reactions. when he says stop, matthias stops. and theo never had that before. so... it's very intense and it's probably both the hardest thing theo's ever had to say during sex while also being the easiest. the crying is an emotional release.

matthias, on the other hand... as you can probably already tell by, well... every other bit of information i've shared about this man... he's filthy. i do think matthias is more sweet with theo than he's ever been with any of his previous sexual partners, but nonetheless... he's still kind of nasty even with theo. i mean, one of his main character traits is his amorality and a complete lack of shame or guilt for anything he feels. so he's very uninhibited and you can definitely tell by the way he talks during sex. every word under the sun that you think is too perverse is probably going to be said while he's fucking someone. i think he really enjoys saying and doing things that society at large deem as Reprehensible... like, just in general. so. yeah, he gets off on saying/doing the things most would gasp and clutch their pearls at.

with that said, matthias does actually tone it down for theo's sake, because i think theo isn't necessarily comfortable with half of what matthias says lmao. but matthias still pushes theo sometimes, because he has this scary accurate sense of what theo needs, and he knows that theo desperately needs to have some of that shame razed from his skin... and what better a way to do it than by making theo realize the things he's so scared of can actually turn him on so bad it makes him shake? so... he talks a lot. it's sort of one-sided, but he's always asking rhetoricals anyway, so i think he's fine with that. however, he definitely doesn't like that theo doesn't make sounds often... tho that changes pretty fast when he starts having fun with it... 🙄 he sees it as a game, like, just where do i need to touch, how far do i push, what do i need to say, to make this little mouse squeak... HORRIBLE MAN.

but when matthias gets theo worked up enough that theo's too dazed to tamp the sounds down, matthias actually starts being incredibly sweet. lots of you're so lovelys and i'd never let anyone hurt yous (...) fall pretty fast from his lips. and he kisses theo alllllllll over. lots of cheek kisses in particular, because he really likes theo's cheeks. and, to clarify, it's not always dirty talk in the bedroom... sometimes it's just intimacy and matthias kissing theo and touching him and making him feel good. matthias's one redeeming quality is how well he takes care of theo, what can i say...

for specifics... hm. theo says: please. it's good. it's too much. more. harder. wait. keep going. switch. like, just little things to direct matthias, in a way... and he never says more than he needs to. he's very sharp and clipped.

matthias is harder to pinpoint specific dialogue for because he just says so fucking much....... like you can really tell that this man loves talking to himself by the way he talks dirty in theo's ear. but i'd say some common phrases are: do you want it? what're you gonna do for it? do you like that? hold still. open up. where are you going? feel that? go ahead and ask for it.

but waaaay down the line, when they've been together for a couple of years and theo's worked past a lot of his issues, i think theo actually becomes comfortable enough to do everything he wants. i think he starts to boss matthias around and take control more... and matthias has always liked when theo is mean, so theo kind of... plays with that a bit. i think he degrades matthias and matthias laps at the palm of his hand for it. matthias has always wanted to be challenged, so. later on, there's definitely a shift in their dynamic, sexually speaking.

#river dipping #asks #anonymous #theodore doe #matthias evanoff #a burning house to live in #echthroi #oc extras #nsft #my ask box starts working again and this is one of the first two messages i receive <3 #so now here i am replying and posting this at four p.m. on a monday of all days............... lmao #took me forever to getting around to it i'm sawrry </3 #that room is actually a veeeeeery early rough draft of theo's room later on in the story... #it's not his apartment either it's in one of matthias's homes... i'm thinking the chateau but i haven't decided #matthias has five homes four that he inherited and one he bought himself #it's either the chateau or the home he bought that theo moves into for a bit... #theo has a very different decoration style than matthias tho so the room would clash like crazyyy in the home matthias bought for himself #i think theo's emotional repression definitely shows even in his decoration style tho bc his apartment is like. maximalism. #but when he moves in with matthias for a bit it's just modern everything instead.... #theo's actually a bit of a hoarder and has a ton of knickknacks and furniture he subconsciously views as an outward show of his personality #bc theo has a really hard time like. knowing who he is. so he uses objects to try and piece it all together for himself and for others #especially because he doesn't outwardly express himself often... so his things are like... well. they're him in a way. #but he still is soooo locked up that even when he temporarily is staying with matthias he doesn't actually Show Himself in that way #so it's all just items matthias bought for his room (that theo picked but... kind of at random) and a few things theo's brought from home #.....anyway. #hello everyone <333333

[mystupidj0urnal]

my stupid journal entry one

The boy I’m talking about is named Taylor and his brother is Levi I was one year older the Levi and two years younger the Taylor me and Levi dated for two mouse then broke up and three to four mouths later give or take me and Taylor started dating are being in an on and off talking stage for months!!! Like dude get over yourself?? Anyways let’s complain shall we?

Why did he ghost me? Like dude I didn’t believe in the 3 mouth rule till I met him and then after we broke up his brother took me out to go shopping and he bought me flowers to make me feel better (I didn’t realise he was into me I’m so stupid) and I posted a TikTok with the sound “I’ma get me a bitch that look like you” because I’m actually so funny and when me and Taylor broke up we had an argument about me being immature and he fucking ghosted me removed our matching profile pictures and bios to break up with out telling me like!? I guess the crack got to him I swear to god. So with the argument he said and I quote “don’t worry you’ll get over me in a day and would replace me with some dumb guy or another ex, wait my brothers your ex go date him” so I replied “hmm I didn’t think of him maybe I will thanks for the idea cunt” then I blocked him. anyways where were we? So after we took a bus home me and Levi after hanging out for hours Taylor got his failed situation ship (btw wtf is a situation ship they either want you or they don’t? But that’s a chat for next time) to screen shot my story because I had her added and Yk what she’s a cunt two (another story for next time)  and I saw she screenshoted my snap story so I showed Levi while we were on the bus home and then when Levi got home Taylor came into his room broke his cds and posters because he was jealous like YOU broke up with ME why are you jealous I mean I would be jealous of me too like your an 16 year old boy whose turning 17 and you only had your first kiss last year like bfr rn anyways let’s talk about how he pretend to not know me but in public he makes fun of me like your just mad I was the only one that wanted your Crusty Emo ass and he acts like he doesn’t care about nothin but it’s like what if I tell everyone how you would cry to me everyday? Or how you said you cared and loved me so much you wanted to marry me? Or how you told me to call you good boy……? sorry I’m just saying every now and Yk what is the best part in all this? This isn’t even half of it i have so much dirt on this man (boy) that I can’t help but to tell others

Entry one done! See you tomorrow or next post! Xx

Love Maddie

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[with-love-from-hell]

5 Sides of Human

{Part Twenty-Eight}

Genre: Mixed WC: ~4.4k CW: heavy tension and anxiety, vomit mention, death mention, swearing, Storm has a stutter but I am not depicting it with written word consistently, prolly lots of typos lol, spoilers for season 1&2, I'm skipping over/changing some things I didn't like in the main story so it will be a bit different from canon! Series Masterlist

©️ artwork commissioned by @vivi8bit©️

"Amnesia..." Leviathan sighed, resting his head on his fist. "Wow...I thought stuff like that only happened in anime. I can't believe Lucifer actually forgot ALL of us."

"Well...not just us." Beel glanced toward Storm, who sat between Simeon and Fern, each of them holding one of her hands.

"Yeah, I can't believe he forgot Storm!" Sarah pouted dramatically. "How could someone forget such a sexy woman!"

Storm hid her face in her hands, trying to stop herself from crying. Simeon pulled her closer, now wrapping one arm around her shoulders to sooth the ache in her heart.

Belphegor grimaced, and smacked Sarah on the back of the head. "Sarah, stop it. She's been through enough today."

Sarah scowled at him, and crossed her arms defiantly, but remained quiet.

Barbatos sighed, shutting the common room doors behind him. "He's asleep now. Or rather, I put him to sleep again."

"Is he going to be okay without someone watching him?" Asmo nervously played with Heart's hair, trying to distract himself from the anxiety.

"I left Malice with him." Storm shrugged sadly. "I trust him to alert us if something happens."

"Luke will also continue to stay with him." Barbatos replied with a small smile. "He stated he was worried and wanted to keep watch over him."

"Thank you Barbatos." Diavolo nodded. "I will have to remember to thank Luke as well later on..."

The room was silent for a tense moment. The only sounds heard were soft sniffles and chokes as Storm tried to regulate her breathing, and the tapping of Mammon's foot against the tile. Everyone refused to look at each other, wondering who was going to start talking about Lucifer's condition to break the silence. To their surprise, Storm's mouse-like voice squeaked from the couch.

"So...this is all my fault too, then?"

The pain behind her tone daggers into everyone's hearts. Even Barbatos' felt deep pity well in his stomach as the words left her lips, knowing this was more evidence to suggest she wasn't as guilty as he had initially suspected.

Diavolo sighed. "You possess tremendous power, Storm. More than you- or anyone in this room- can even begin to comprehend. And...well...yes...I'm afraid that it has affected Lucifer's current state of being."

Storm squeezed her eyes shut, more tears sliding down her face at the confirmation that she indeed caused this to happen. Guilt welled in her stomach, creating waves of nausea between gasps for air.

"I don't get it!" Mammon shouted, now standing to confront Diavolo. "How could Lucifer losin' his memory be Storm's fault too?! If ya think I'm just gonna take your word on this, ya got another thing comin!"

"Yeah, you better explain what the fuck is going on. Now." Vivi snarled, cracking her neck on each side as if to prepare for a fight.

"I would advise you both to watch your tones." Barbatos narrowed his eyes at the pair.

"No, Barbatos. It's alright." Diavolo shook his head. "They have a right to be angry with me."

"Damn right we do." Vivi mumbled, crossing her arms.

Ignoring the comment, Diavolo stood, walking past Mammon to address the rest of the brothers. "Storm made pacts with all of you, right?"

"Yeah, what's yer point?" Mammon rolled his eyes, plopping on the couch next to Fern, causing them to squish closer to Storm's side.

"Humans make pacts with Demons all the time." Beelzebub shrugged. "Solomon's got 96 pacts. so what does it have to do with anything?"

"97, actually." Solomon smiled proudly.

"Whatever, freak." Vivi rolled their eyes, returning focus to Diavolo.

"It is true that demons and humans will make pacts all the time, sure. But it's different when the human in question is descendant from an angel, and the demons in question are as well. That changes things." Diavolo crossed his arms, shifting his gaze to the other four confused humans.

"Wait...what?" Heart whipped his attention to Storm, trying to notice anything he maybe hadn't previously. "Storm's...an angel?"

"No wonder she's so alluring!" Sarah purred, resting her chin in her palms.

Diavolo shook his head. "Storm isn't an angel. But she has a distant association to one in her bloodline. On top of that, she made pacts with 7 of the strongest demons in the Devildom, famously known as the 7 lords of the underworld. You have to admit that because of this, Storm's ties to all 3 worlds runs deep. Very deep."

"That's true I guess..." Levi shrugged.

"I guess Storm is special like that..." Belphie murmured, trying to push the memories of the day they learned that Storm had been a distant descendant of Lilith away.

"Special doesn't even begin to describe it, actually." Diavolo frowned, glancing toward Storm, who now met his eyes. He noticed the fear dancing behind her glossy aqua lenses, feeling bad for having kept this from her for so long.

"Storm shares deep bonds with humans, demons, and angels alike. All three. It's no exaggeration that there is no one like her in all the three worlds." Solomon added, giving her a soft smile.

"So Storm is basically like an ultra-rare pull? Wow..." Levi beamed, causing Vivi to roll their eyes.

"Okay we get it." Fern sighed, rubbing their forehead in an attempt to piece together what Diavolo was saying. "So...she's got this...something, that makes her super powerful and special. So why is it causing this stuff to happen? It's still not making sense to me."

"Me neither." Sarah sighed. "My brain hurts."

"That's 'cause you never had to think this hard before." Satan grumbled, causing Vivi to snicker.

Diavolo sighed, annoyed with how brothers and humans seemed to not be staying on track- with the exception of Storm- who sat staring at him, unblinking.

"Though there's no formal name to it, Solomon and I have been referring to this special connection as 'the ring.' And-"

"Ooh, like that freaky movie!?" Sarah gasped. "She's not gonna turn into that terrifying chick from the well, is she!?"

"Sarah, would you please shut your big fucking mouth?" Belphegor sighed in exasperation, shooting her a dirty look.

"Oh, what? Am I not allowed to ask questions!?" Sarah scowled, crossing her arms.

"If the questions aren't stupid you are." Vivi rolled her eyes. "Seriously, do you even take a second to think before you open your trap, or is there just white noise playing in that big empty head of yours?"

"Hey!" Sarah pouted. "I'm not an airhead, I was just-"

"Everyone, please." Simeon sighed, tightening his grip around Storm's shoulders. "Let Diavolo continue."

"Thank you Simeon." Diavolo nodded to the angel, before tapping his chin thoughtfully, seeming trying to remember where his thoughts left off. "This 'ring,' as we've been calling it, has allowed us to see glimpses of magical ability that even surpasses the power of Solomon."

"Really..?" Mammon glanced toward Storm, shocked to hear such a claim about someone seemingly so frail.

"You remember that day at the amusement park, don't you? Where Storm managed to subdue you...at the same time?" Diavolo raised a brow.

"I don't have pacts with all seven of you, but even if I did, I highly doubt that I would be able to subdue 6 of you simultaneously." Solomon noted, glancing wearily in Storm's direction. "Controlling more than two demons at the same time- even if they aren't as powerful as you lot- still takes an exorbitant amount of skill, and years of practicing and honing magical ability."

"Even for a sorcerer of Solomon's caliber would be able to control a maximum of 3 of you, and it would take an extreme toll on his body and mind." Diavolo sighed, shaking his head. "But even after the incident, Storm really seemed none the worse for wear."

"She passed out though." Fern commented. "Like, she got a pretty gnarly gash on her head from that. And she slept through the entire rest of the afternoon until the morning."

"Yes, but that is an incredible recovery time." Solomon sighed. "Only just shy of 16 hours of rest would not be nearly enough for any sorcerer to completely recover from such an act. It would take weeks, if not months, for them to fully return to anything resembling normal."

Everyone swallowed, now staring awestruck at Storm. It was finally starting to sink in how powerful she actually must be.

"Shortly after this, the royal tombs collapsed. When I learned that Solomon believed Storm's special status was connected to the strange phenomena occurring in all three worlds, I decided to try to find out just how powerful she actually was."

"Ah, so that was why you decided to subject Storm to a higher standard to exams." Heart nodded, finally understanding why Diavolo was so keen on making her prove herself.

"That would be correct." Diavolo confirmed. "While the results of this evidence confirm Storm is capable of powerful magic, and testaments from her professors and Lucifer regarding her studies showed she has made great improvements since she was here for the first exchange program...it is clear that she still isn't able to fully harness or control the magic...Not on the surface, at least."

"So again, what does this have to do with all the weird shit happening?" Fern sighed in annoyance. "If she cant control any of this, how is it her fault?!"

"Yeah!" Mammon agreed, tilting his chin up toward Diavolo. "Sure maybe her magic caused that stuff to happen, but she didn't do it on purpose!"

"I'm not saying she is doing it on purpose, Mammon." Diavolo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Storm cannot fully control the power granted by the ring, and the result of this has caused the magic to be unstable, and very dangerous. It's almost like a shock wave- every time she uses the magic, another ripple is sent through the three worlds, and causes some abhorrent event to occur. Solomon has suggested that some catastrophes have even killed numerous humans, though fortunately we have not suffered any casualties in the Devildom or in the Celestial realm as of yet."

Storm's face paled at the realization that she had indirectly caused so much death and destruction. She swallowed back vomit as everyone began to mutter amongst themselves, wide-eyed and hardly believing what they were hearing.

Diavolo continued, shifting his glance to the floor. "Lacking the ability to control this power has lead to an adverse impact on all three worlds without her even realizing it's happening-"

"And you're saying the power affected Lucifer, which is what caused him to lose his memory?" Satan assumed Diavolo's next thought, which he confirmed with a nod.

"The fact that it was Lucifer who was impacted this time around was mere chance." Solomon ran a hand through his hair nervously. "In the future, it's very possible that all of you could end up being impacted in some way...Diavolo included."

"And if we can reasonably assume that the effect is continuing to spread, then we might be in store for more problems beyond Lucifer's amnesia and a few earth quakes." Diavolo shrugged, his frown deepening.

"We can't even rule out the possibility of this power affecting other timelines..." Barbatos added, shifting his focus to Storm. "Or that the immense power could end up consuming Storm all together."

Storm's eyes widened. "W-what?"

"Whattaya mean it might CONSUME her!?" Mammon snapped, panic rippling through his body. He immediately snatched Storm's hand out of Fern's, squeezing it tightly for reassurance that she was still here. Fern clenched the couch tightly, not wanting to believe what they were hearing.

"It means that, in the worst case scenario, Storm could end up dead." Solomon's shoulders fell slightly, not liking to say the words that he had feared out loud.

"Jesus..." Heart sighed, shaking his head. Asmo whimpered, hugging them tightly.

Vivi swallowed hard, beginning to pace behind the couch where Storm sat to ease their anxiety. Sarah's lip trembled, and she clutched Levi's arm for comfort.

"I...I'm scared." Storm squeaked, feeling more tears well behind her eyes. She pulled her knees up to her chest, hugging them with her free arm.

"Storm..." Mammon frowned, squeezing her hand again. He was scared too. They all were. "There's gotta be somethin' we can do, right?"

Diavolo nodded. "We have two options, but you're not going to like either of them."

"Dammit Diavolo!" Fern finally shouted, pushing past Mammon and Storm's hands and stomping toward him. They grabbed his tie and yanked him down to eye-level. They felt their stomach turn at being so intimately close to the future king, finding his golden eyes even more alluring up close. Diavolo blinked in surprise, holding his hand up to stop a furious Barbatos from reprimanding the bold, green-haired human. "Just tell us what they are and lets be done with it already! Why the fuck did you wait so long to say something in the first place?!"

"I know, I should have said something sooner. You may not believe me, but I am very regretful that I waited this long to do something, just for sake of confirmation of something I was hoping was not true." Diavolo threw an apologetic glance toward Storm. "I care about her, just as you do."

Fern scowled, releasing their hold on his tie. Jealousy welled in their chest at the fact that Diavolo clearly had a crush on Storm. "Whatever, just tell us what we can do to fix this!"

Diavolo crossed his arms, his stare at the redhead unwavering. "Storm, either you gain the ability to control your powers so the ring no longer causes these erratic effects...or you sever the ring, which would turn you back into a regular human."

"Is any of that even possible?" Belphegor scoffed, glaring at Fern as they stared dreamily at Diavolo.

"Before making assumptions, we should talk through our options." Solomon stated. "First, option one: controlling Storm's magic. The only magic in existence that could be used to suppress such immense power is the Ring of Light."

"The Ring of Light?!" Simeon shook his head, completely dumbfounded by the option. "But that's-"

"In Michael's possession, yes." Solomon sighed, crossing his arms.

"What's the ring of light?" Sarah asked, confused. "Is it like...a ring ring, or like, Storm's ring?"

"The Ring of Light is the counterpart to the Ring of Wisdom, that Solomon received from Michael long ago." Barbatos stated, grabbing Solomon's hand and holding it up to display a pristinely polished silver ring on his right band finger. "The Ring of Wisdom is gifted upon a human who has the ability to communicate between the three realms and all beings with ease, as Solomon has been able to do. The Ring of Light is held by an angel God deems worthy of maintaining peace between the realms."

"The Ring of Light once belonged to Lucifer, but it was stripped from him when he was cast out of the Celestial Realm..." Simeon turned away, not liking the odds of this possibly being a feasible solution. "Since Lucifer, there hasn't been another who has been able to lay claim to it, so Michael keeps it hidden away in his chambers."

"Well...I guess that means the ring of light isn't an option then..." Beel frowned, fidgeting with his fingers. He thought back to the cave, and how Storm sacrificed some of her life essence for him, now painfully aware that her life was now likely cut even shorter as a result.

"...And why not?" Fern asked angrily, glaring at Simeon. "If it has the ability to stop this, it seems pretty cut and dry to me. Get that ring from the stinky angel and call it a day!"

"...Fern..." Belphie shook his head in exasperation. "There's no way Michael would just give it to us."

"Can't they at least ask before ruling it out?! She could die, Belph!" Fern snapped, annoyed at Belphie's seeming compliance in hopelessness. Belphie shot his gaze toward the ground, the image of Storm's bloodied, lifeless body lying in Mammon's arms flashing into his head.

"I have already asked Michael." Solomon closed his eyes, his frown deepening. "He told me that we needed to search elsewhere for a solution because the Ring of Light is supposed to be bestowed upon an angel."

"That's bullshit." Vivi spat, fighting the snarl that threatened to form on her lips. "Sounds like this Michael guy is in need of an ass-whooping."

Simeon's eyes widened, but before he could speak, Satan cut him off.

"Okay, so what about severing the ring itself? Is it possible to do something like that?"

"Severing the ring also requires a very special magical item." Diavolo gestured to Solomon, who dug in his jacket for something while the prince continued speaking. "...that being the Night Dagger, which belongs to the reapers."

"Isn't that the knife that's strong enough to kill demons?" Levi's eyes widened, glancing to Solomon, who now held a very old book in his hands.

"The Night Dagger was being kept inside a book entitled The Prison of the Soul...which, as luck would have it, Solomon managed to borrow from the reapers when you visited their cave."

"I think you mean stole." Vivi glared as Solomon flipped open the book, pulling out a long bladed dagger. The handle was decorated with demon skulls, roses, and thorny vines, and had a dull-gray hue to it.

"Now, now." Solomon chuckled. "No need to get caught up in unimportant details. What does it matter, right? The point is that we're in possession of a method to fix the problem at hand."

"So how do we sever the ring? Like, what does it do?" Heart tried to inch closer to the knife to get a better look at it, but Asmo's firm grip on them didn't allow them to get very far.

"And if she severs the ring...what happens to our pacts?" Mammon swallowed hard, glancing between the grim looks that fell on Solomon and Diavolo's faces.

"Severing the ring means severing the pacts between Storm and all of you. She will revert to the state she was in when she first came to the Devildom, and the effect you've been having on the three worlds should dissipate as well..." Diavolo sighed, rubbing the back of his neck at the others stared at him, mouths agape.

"Including Lucifer's memory?" Storm asked suddenly, causing everyone to snap their attention toward her.

"Yes...I presume so." Diavolo nodded. He approached Storm. "But as many of you here may already know, once a demon's pact with a human has been broken, it's permanent. You can't make a pact with the same person twice, even if I would allow some of you to risk doing so."

"Wait...what?!" Mammon gasped, yanking Storm toward his chest.

"Our pacts would be broken..." Beel repeated sadly, feeling a emptiness fill his stomach.

"...And we wouldn't be able to be bonded to Storm like that ever again." Satan murmured, dropping his eyes to the floor.

Diavolo gave them a hopeful smile. "But that doesn't mean your relationship to Storm would have to change, so it'll be relatively easy to-"

"But...But still!" Mammon shouted, fighting the anger, sadness, and fear that swarmed around his head. "It...it won't be the same..."

"Right..." Diavolo murmured, looking at Mammon pitifully. "I suppose it's not that simple, is it? I do apologize..."

Muttered chaos began ensuing around the group, each brother offering different solutions to the problem. Maybe not all their pacts had to be severed? Could it be just one? If so, who would sacrifice their pact with Storm? Obviously it wasn't going to be Mammon...Oh, but Leviathan needed his Henry...Satan and Beel were the first ones who were whole-heatedly on board with a pact, so it shouldn't be them. Asmo would be devastated to lose that connection, so absolutely not. Belphie has known her the least amount of time and has the most distant relationship with her, but isn't that all the more reason why he should keep his pact? And what of Lucifer? He lost his memory, and he's the strongest, so getting rid of his would maybe be more impactful...

"I'll do it." Storm stated firmly, sucking back the tears in her eyes. Everyone in the room turned to her, falling eerily quiet. "If it fixes the mess I've caused, I'll do it. Even if it means things will be...different."

"Wait wait, hold on a sec!" Mammon pleaded, pulling on Storm's arm again. "Can't we talk about this first?"

"There's nothing more to talk about." Storm refused to look at him, instead staring at Solomon, who nodded in approval. "If it prevents any one else from getting hurt, then I have to. Clearly this is the only option we have."

Mammon's shoulders dropped dejectedly as Storm stood from her spot on the couch, now radiating a confidence that seemed odd for how terrified she was just a few minute prior. She took a deep breath, the redness in her eyes becoming more pronounced as a few remaining tears slipped past her cheeks.

"What do I have to do?"

"Solomon will be in charge of performing the ceremony to sever the ring." Diavolo frowned, casting his gaze away from Storm. He approached her, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. "...I'm sorry, Storm."

Storm sighed, returning the hug gently. "It's not your fault...there's nothing to apologize for, Diavolo."

"I want to apologize." He stated firmly, nuzzling his head subtly into her hair. She felt tears begin to wet the top of her head as he took a shuddered breath. "Don't deny me this at least...please. I'm so, so sorry I couldn't come up with another way to deal with this...and for waiting so long to come forward with this information..."

Storm nodded, swallowing hard. Diavolo tightened his grip on her as Solomon began to speak, cutting through the tension that now reappeared in the room ten fold.

"Handling the Night Dagger is no simple task. I need to do a lot of research on the subject before we can proceed. Once that's done, I'll let you know. At that point, we'll be able to hold the ceremony. I'll try my best to finish my research before the new moon...at the latest."

"That will give you about a month of time to do what you must to part ways with the pacts you've developed." Diavolo sighed, finally releasing Storm from his hold. "Until then, I want you all to be mindful not to stress Storm out too much."

"We've found that higher stress levels have lead to more disastrous occurrences." Barbatos added, narrowing his eyes at Fern, Vivi, and Mammon. "So please, as much as you can...be on your best behavior."

Diavolo smoothed over his hair, preparing to take his leave. He gripped Storm's hand in both of his, pressing a kiss to her wrist. "Please take care, Storm."

"We should go as well..." Simeon added, glancing toward Solomon. He quickly stood and disappeared out the common room doors.

"I trust that you'll take good care of Lucifer." Diavolo cracked a smile, but it quickly fell back into a frown. "Please reach out if you need any assistance though. Barbatos and I...we're here for you."

Diavolo turned to leave, and Barbatos took his turn in giving Storm a gentle hug. She blinked back her surprise, not expecting the butler, who she once thought hated her presence, to express any affection toward her...though she suspected it was likely out of obligation rather than desire. "I know this has been difficult for you to comprehend all at once, but your compliance is appreciated..." he paused, taking a deep breath and whispering into her ear. "You have my sincerest apologies for misjudging you."

"Thank you..." Storm whispered back, hugging Barbatos tightly. Once she released, Luke came bursting through the common room doors.

"Storm! Hey!" he captured her in a hug, urging her to lean down so he could speak to her privately. "Listen, Storm...Lucifer kept on saying your name in his sleep...so just...try to stay by his side, okay? As much as you can."

"You don't have to ask me twice. I'm glad you care for Lucifer as much as I do." She smiled weakly, squeezing the angel tightly

Luke blushed trying to wiggle his way our of the hug. "It's not like I care about him that much! let go!"

Storm chuckled lightly, releasing Luke to Simeon. They disappeared out of the common room doors, leaving her alone to face the others. She closed her eyes briefly before turning around, only to see that everyone had dispersed, save for Vivi- who stood staring at her with glossy eyes.

Storm gave her a weak smile. "Everyone went off to their rooms to...process?"

"Y-yeah." Vivi stated flatly, trying to hide the tremor in her voice. She rubbed her arm nervously, scrunching her face to seemingly prevent herself from crying.

Storm approached her, extending her arms. "Do you want a hug?"

Vivi scoffed, a blush forming on their face as the gloss in her eyes began to shimmer. "No, I don't want a hug...but if it will make you feel better, then I guess you can hug me."

Storm smiled more genuinely, pulling Vivi into a gentle embrace. Vivi tried to conceal the soft sniffles as she finally began to cry, clutching Storm's back tightly. It was astounding to her that the small redhead had quickly became more like a family member to her than any of her blood relatives. To want a hug from anyone was so out of character for them when they were feeling scared, and the fact that they even felt fear of losing Storm was shocking, to say the least. But the more they thought about Storm's death, the more fearful they became. They squeezed Storm tighter, almost fearing that she would evaporate into thin air if they let her go.

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Since it’s Happy Murder a Bitch day I decided to actually tell some people whomst the Caesar was at the time of his murder, since a lot of, you know, ‘para-historical’ facts about Caesar go around, although the memes are funny. So the first thing to note is that our bitch Gaius Jules Salad was not the first dictator the Roman Republic had within his lifetime. Sulla, another bitch, had taken power in Rome by force and made himself dictator whilst Salad boi was a young man, in a bitter power struggle with his opponent, Salad boi’s uncle (also Gaius because Romans are shit at names). This resulted in a lot of bloody political purges and violence and bad shit and was generally regarded as bad. Since Salad boi was, ya know, Sulla’s archnemesis’s nephew he got the fuck out of dodge and went into the military instead of becoming a priest, which he was initially, and became very good at the le stab. Anyway after experiencing the shitty clusterfuck that was Sulla and other Gaius’s rivalry, Salad boi got into politics, and got a reputation for two things: being an anti-corruption campaigner, and having a squeaky voice that sounded like what happens when an Italian man completely smashed on red wine huffs a bunch of helium. Since he was fucking over people who were fucking over The Poors this got him a lot of political support from said The Poors. He also ordered lavish games and other expensive shit to get him more support from The Poors, which was expensivus on his walletus so he got into a lot of debt. To get out of such debt, he became politically indebted to one evil fucko named Crassus, who was having a political spat with another fucko named Pompeius. So anyway because Caesar is very popular (he’s also the governor of Spain at this point and did some conquesting thereabouts, which also got him political points because This Is Rome and conquest=good to the average Roman because the rich fuckos get more slaves and the poor fuckos get more land to live on that isn’t made of urban decay, poverty, and rat feces) he gets made consul. Basically co-president, because the Romans decided that one president was Not Enough so they had two. At this point because he was the president and evil fucko Crassus was his money daddy, he basically went up to Pompeius and said in a voice that would make Mickey Mouse cry ‘yo how about we all rule this bitch together because that Sulla shit was terrible’. So they do and the three of them are basically Rome’s political overlording Big Men at that point. This was unpopular with The Aristocrats because Caesar favoured policies like ‘what if we gave the poors more land so they don’t fucking starve’ to which The Aristocrats responded ‘But my slaaaave plantations’ to which the Big Men replied ‘we have swords’. So the policy went through. However Caesar was still big fucking in debt and although his money daddy Crassus was staving the debt collectors off, he still needed a payout. So naturally, Caesar decides to commit a massive genocide, enslavement, and conquesting on all of Fronce the available nearby Celtic people to get rich quick because he was still in control of an army. This worked and was a catastrophe and made him a fuckwad of epic proportions. This unfortunately did not make his testicles drop and his voice got no deeper. There’s a bunch of history wankers who like to go on about how good of a general and politician Caesar was here but in reality he was pretty mid and got by on genocide, getting lucky, and abusing Rome’s political allies among the Celtic states. Oh yeah that meant he was in biggums trouble because he’d abused Rome’s political allies and conquested a bunch of people who were meant to be Rome’s friends. Ooops. Money tho. Whilst he was conquesting his money daddy Crassus was killed in Epic Style by the Persian Parthian Empire trying to do his own get richer quick scheme, and Pompeius, being the voice of The Aristocracy in the Big Men alliance to Caesar’s The Poors and Crassus’s ‘I’m Rich’, was Not Happy, also because Caesar had outstripped him in power. In the ensuing political struggle, Pompeius and The Aristocracy faction stripped Caesar of power, yote him from Rome and declared him Publicus Enemius Primarius. So naturally Caesar invaded Rome with his army because fuck those bitches, and said something along the lines of ‘I always roll 20s’. His enemies, not expecting such a move (for some reason? the man had a fucking army) lol noped out of Rome and fled Italy. After a brief civil war that Salad boi nearly cocked up but Pompeius cocked up first, Pompeius legged it to Egypt and was assassinated by the 15-year-old Greek Pharaoh for being a bitch. During this time Caesar was made temporary dictator, a position he resigned from and was elected co-president again instead, because it was kind of redundant to have a 1-year dictatorship when you can just be elected co-president. Anyway he beat the shit out of that fifteen year old for assassinating his former Big Men buddy and banged the kid’s sister, who was also the new Pharaoh, and honestly a more competent ruler than Salad boi. ‘I always roll 20s’ was seeming to be a pretty good statement at this point. Team Salad-Poors then proceeded to beat the shit out of anyone still trying to be Team Aristocracy and There Was Peace. People were so happy about There Was Peace that Salad boi was made a 1-year dictator. For 10 years in a row. Also because The Aristocrats probably had brown togas, despite Caesar declaring that ‘all will be forgiven, I really don’t care that you guys all supported my Best Friend and fellow Biggus Mannus Pompeius, hwo is dead, over me’. So anyway with his newly gained massive political power he undermines every other political institution in Rome to increase the size of his salad his own political power to institute Massive and Sweeping Social Reforms that basically centralised provincial political power to make governing the Roman Republic’s Empire easier, gave governors term limits, got rid of a quarter of Rome’s private debt (which made The Poors very happy), cracked down on various corruption issues, passed restrictions on the purchasing of luxury goods (which made The Aristocrats very upset), made a child tax credit (kinda), did a bunch of land reform and repopulation efforts after all the wars, and extended the political rights of The Poors Not Of Roman Origin Whomst Were Not Slaves. Also he made the calendar less shit so it was the same day every year at the same time. He was then made Dictatorius Foreverius because at this point he basically ran Roman politics and was more popular with the average Roman than if he had singlehandedly invented pasta and meat sauce 1000 years early. This made The Aristocracy, uh, mad, because then none of them would get to be Rome Co-President and all these reforms benefiting The Poors were not benefiting Them. So basically Salad boi shows up to the Senate on the day of Halfway Through Mars’ Month Day, and is fucking stab-stabbed to death-fuck by all the Rich boi Senators on the STEPS of the Senate (not in the debating chamber like in all the paintings, they did this in public) and declared they had Brought Peace To Rome and Brought Freedom And Liberty because the dictator was dead and now they could go back to the old ways of fucking The Poors over and rotating who got to be Rome Presidents. So naturally they had just started the Biggest Fucking Political Bloodbath In Roman History Up To That Point Which Few Of Them Would Survive. Happy Stab A Salad day!

#wife post #history #roman history #ides of march #I love Roman history it's basically a bunch of over-dramatic Italians committing the worst war crimes possible #and being slaving bastards #but gods forbid one of those bastards think of the poors