#HES FUCKING ALLOWED TO BOTH REFUSE AND CHANGE HIS MIND. EVEN MORE THAN ONCE!!! fucking shocker right

[he-calls-me-kitten]

Dirty Dozen

GN! MC x Pervert OM! Characters

Pervert! Lucifer who pretends to be more drunk than he actually is so he can lean on you when you escort to his room, pulling you into his arms and refusing to let go when you reach his bed. Even if his hands wander inside your clothes, you can't really hold it against him.

Pervert! Mammon who tries to do his best in tests and classes, cause he recalls every praise you give him while jerking off. And when you sit on the sofa, he sits on the ground leaning on your thighs thinking of you sitting on his face.

Pervert! Levi who designs the skimpiest possible cosplay outfits for you and only changing it after he's sees it on you himself. He asks you to twirl around or bend over even when you already feel exposed, brushing his knuckles against your bare skin to take measurements.

Pervert! Satan who sometimes recommends you the most erotic books he owns and loves watching your face change shades and your thighs squirm together with every page. He sometimes whispers the characters lines into your ear so he can hear every subtle gasp or moan.

Pervert! Asmo who asks to help him film couple thirst trap videos and messing up on purpose to hold you in risque places or even press kisses as the 'challenge' requires. Will deliberately put the same perfume he's wearing on you, so it seems like you spent last night in his room.

Pervert! Beel who likes to feed you big mouthfuls of food and thinks its so cute the way you still manage to fit it in your mouth. He loves holding hands with you, his large ones completely encasing your smaller ones - it reminded him how tiny and cute you'd look writhing underneath his large form.

Pervert! Belphie who watches you sleep during sleepovers while he implants sex dreams in your head using his powers. He watches you whimper and twitch with your hands between your legs as he ruts into his pillow right next to you.

Pervert! Solomon who loves to put you in accidental situations where you simply have to rely on him, especially in close proximity. The Box of Truth was just the beginning with your chest pressed up tightly against his, now he's secretly planning a trap where you both have to fuck a few times to escape.

Pervert! Simeon who secretly loses his mind every time your hands touch his exposed bare skin and looks for excuses for you to do it. Once on a dare, you had wrapped your arms around his waist and playfully bit his shoulders, and now he jerks off to it once every week.

Pervert! Diavolo who likes to seat you on his lap to help him work, feeling the softness of your cute little ass against his groin. Sometimes he'll grind against you subconsciously and then excuse it saying he's just trying to make sure you're not bored while he's thinking of ravaging you at his very desk.

Pervert! Barbatos who is just desperate to worship your body and give you more pleasure than you can handle. He is already so esctatic when you allow him to massage your back, now only if you'd let him strip you down one day.

Pervert! Thirteen who likes seeing you caught up in her traps and beg for rescue. You look so adorable pouting and huffing like that, struggling to escape as she runs an idle finger over your clothes, being a little tease.

#obey me smut #obey me solomon #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me simeon #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me thirteen

[slytherinslut0]

MATTHEO RIDDLE- Beg For Me

Chapter Twenty Two-Info: You and Mattheo have been butting heads for months, since you were assigned as his tutor, and one day, during a session full of tense bickering, he has enough.

(This will essentially be a toxic book where we are Theos fucktoy. No love here, very minimal fluff.)

Tags: very angst. lots of emotions going on here. reader proves herself to the syltherin boys. honestly just a really playful, fun, light chapter.

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In the wake of Mattheo's cutting words, three days had passed--three seemingly endless days since he had slammed the door shut on your attempts to help him, his declaration of your connection being nothing more than a futile endeavour, one destined for ruin once the end of the school year rolled around still ringing in your ears like a haunting melody.

The echo of his harsh words reverberated within your mind, an incessant hologram with no escape, seeping into your thoughts during sleepless nights, intruding upon your attempts to focus on anything else. You weren't sure why those words had cut so fucking deep, because in the moment you'd hardly even flinched, but you couldn't ignore the lingering pain they caused.

And during those agonizing days, an uncomfortable tension settled between the two of you, hanging in the air like an unspoken truth. You took the hint, biting back the words that threatened to spill, choosing silence over confrontation. You trailed after him like a shadow in between classes, keenly aware that any attempt at conversation would only ignite another explosive clash, a battle neither of you felt prepared to wage again so soon.

The memory of your last argument lingered, its toxicity staining the air between you, leaving wounds too deep to heal without acknowledgment and remorse; two things neither of you seemed ready to give, quite yet.

But what really made matters worse, was that both of you were unyielding in your convictions--both of you shamelessly stubborn and unapologetic, neither of you feeling as though you were in the wrong. Mattheo barricaded himself behind walls, lashing out as if you were the enemy, despite your unwavering efforts to assist him--which, in turn, resulted in your pushiness. Your refusal to tolerate his aggression without challenge, became your armor, your way of standing your ground.

Maybe you had been too forceful, perhaps too harsh, but in your eyes, it was a response to the aggression he hurled your way. You couldn't simply let his hostility go unchecked; it was against your nature. And so, the standoff continued, a battle of wills and tempers, leaving both of you entrenched in your own convictions, neither of you willing to admit fault.

But today, you decided you weren't going to hide back anymore. You couldn't allow your stubbornness to completely destroy whatever progress you had made with Mattheo thus far. This was about more than just your pitiful feelings, or whatever emotions you had tied into the situation with that complicated boy. This was about being there for him, wether he wants you to be or not. Showing compassion and patience.

And so, summing newfound determination, you shook off the weight of your own melancholy and sought him out after dinner. Today, he and his group of friends had chosen the serene ambiance by the black lake as their study sanctuary, immersing themselves in the preparation for the upcoming charms exam next week.

Over the past three days, you had gradually grown somewhat acquainted with his friends. While you hadn't quite reached the level of camaraderie, there was a palpable shift in their attitudes towards you, a subtle warmth replacing the earlier distance. This change in dynamics became more evident, especially after the unsettling incident involving Berkshire, who still remained confined to the hospital wing, almost a week later.

With determined resolve, you traversed the courtyard and descended the hill toward the lake, drawing in a steadying breath. Each step echoed your silent promise: to honour Mattheo's boundaries, even if it felt like swallowing shards of glass. The crisp air seemed to echo your determination as you neared the group of Slytherin boys, their laughter and banter carried on the breeze.

Among them, Mattheo sat with his usual nonchalant demeanor, his tousled hair framing his intense eyes. A cigarette dangled effortlessly from his fingers, his bag slumped lazily beside him as he rested stoically against a tall tree, lost in conversation with Malfoy. As you veered closer, his gaze met yours briefly, as though he sensed your presence, the darkness within his eyes sending a shiver down your spine. Beside him, Blaise Zabini's face lit up with anticipation, a welcoming smile playing on his lips as he waved you over.

"Well good evening, little raven...always a pleasure," Blaise grinned, his tone teasing as he made room for you to sit down next to him. "Here to keep an eye on Riddle, are you?"

As you settled into the space between Blaise and Mattheo, the group of boys, including Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy, and Regulus Black, welcomed you with light smiles and eager nods.

"Perhaps." You teased, sneaking a glance at Mattheo, his gaze planted on the cigarette between his fingers as he fiddled with it. "Or perhaps I'm here to make sure you lot don't burn down the entire forest during your little 'study session'..."

"Rest assured, we're Hogwarts' best-behaved troublemakers," Draco chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief, a cocky smile playing on his lips. "But if you're worried about the forest, maybe you should stick around...your presence might just be the calming influence we need."

Your blush was undeniable as you smirked, meeting Draco's silver eyes across from Mattheo. He leaned back on his palms as his gaze darted over your features, the top buttons of his uniform shirt undone, exuding an air of effortless confidence.

"I know enough about you, Malfoy, to know that's the furthest thing from the truth," you said, your tone teasing. "But either way, I won't be going anywhere anytime soon...unfortunately for him, Riddle here is stuck with me for a few more weeks."

Blaise chuckled, his voice low and smooth. "Ah, the lucky bloke," he replied, his eyes meeting yours with a smouldering intensity. "If I had my way, you'd find yourself stuck with me, instead...and I assure you, it would be a much more enjoyable experience..."

You quirked an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"Oh yes," he teased, his voice a playful melody as he shot Mattheo a knowing wink. "I know all too well the misery of enduring Riddle's icy presence all day; he could freeze a bloody dragon with that demeanor...it's almost cute that you think you'll be able to change him."

The timbre of his voice, a melodic dance of amusement, filled the space around you, and Mattheo's demeanor, once steely and composed, seemed to falter slightly under the weight of Blaise's remarks.

His features tightened, as if grappling with invisible chains, and your own smile, once confident, wavered slightly, betraying the impact of Blaise's words. Swallowing hard, you felt the weight of his teasing remarks settle in the pit of your stomach, a heavy reminder of the argument you and Mattheo had just a few days ago. Despite the discomfort, you summoned your courage, your voice soft yet resolute as you spoke.

"I'm not trying to change him, Blaise," your words hung in the air, delicate and firm, like a fragile thread of understanding. "I'm just here to support him...whenever he's ready to let me."

Your words lingered for a moment, underscoring your unwavering dedication to bolster Mattheo without imposing change upon his core. Although you were directing these words at Blaise, you hoped Mattheo had taken heed of them--as this mentorship, you understood now, was not about altering his identity; it was about assisting him in unraveling the internal struggles, urging him to redirect his anger into positive outlets rather than combatting every perceived threat with physical violence.

Blaise's eyes softened, his usual playful demeanor giving way to a more contemplative expression. He leaned in closer, his gaze scanning your features with a profound curiosity, as if searching for hidden depths within your soul. His voice, now tinged with awe and respect, broke the silence.

"Where have you been all this time, hm? He could have used someone like you years ago..." he murmured, his gaze shifting between you and Mattheo, a glint of intrigue shimmering in his dark eyes. "She must truly be something special for you to willingly sacrifice your freedom for her, Riddle."

"A special pain in my ass, yeah," Mattheo said, his voice seemingly devoid of emotion, a subtle hint of sarcasm lacing his words. As he took a draw of his cigarette, a flicker of annoyance flashed in his eyes, the smoke curling around him like a shield. "Nothing about this arrangement was willingly chosen, Zabini..."

Despite the gravity of his words, a rush of warmth surged within you at Mattheo's candid remark. Amusement sparked in your eyes, a glint of playful defiance as you tried to suppress a smirk that threatened to betray your composure.

"Don't let him fool you, he loves it..." your voice, low and teasing, hung in the air, the words daring and provocative as you shamelessly appraised Mattheo's hardened features. "Isn't that right, Riddle? You know you enjoy being kept on your toes for once..."

Mattheo met your gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly, but a flicker of amusement danced in their depths. Your boldness didn't go unnoticed, a silent understanding passing between you amidst the banter. With an air of nonchalance, he raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he brought his cigarette to his mouth once more.

"Yeah, that's what I enjoy," he drawled, his tone dry and drenched in sarcasm. "Being kept on my toes."

A rush of heat flooded your cheeks at Mattheo's sneakily playful words, your attempt to conceal your reaction falling short. Your eyes dropped to your lap, a feeble effort to shield your reddening face from the prying eyes around you. The charged words hung thick in the air, every gaze in the circle keenly aware of the subtle shift in dynamics. Before you could even think to react, Theodore Nott's voice, low and teasing, sliced through the tension, his eyes glinting with a playful gleam that hinted at secrets only he knew.

"Careful, Bella Mia..." he cautioned, his words hanging in the space between you, laden with enigmatic warnings. "You'll only get hurt."

Confusion knit your brows, a perplexed frown marring your features as you tried to decipher his cryptic statement.

"What?" you asked, your voice betraying your bewilderment.

"Your smile..." he replied with a knowing smirk, his tone light but filled with subtle implications, "...you look like you're about to fall in love."

The breath caught in your throat, the world around you momentarily blurring as Theodore's unexpected revelation hit you like a tidal wave. The color drained from your cheeks, leaving your face pale, and your heart thudded against your ribs with a fervent urgency, as if pleading for clarity. Flustered and unprepared, you turned your gaze toward Mattheo, seeking solace in his familiar presence.

Nervousness danced in your eyes, a desperate search for reassurance before you stammered out a denial, the words tumbling from your lips in a rush. "Fall...in love? With Mattheo? Sorry, no...no bloody way."

Your words spilled out in a hurried, almost desperate attempt to dispel the implication, yet there was an undeniable tremor in your voice, a subtle quiver that betrayed the unease settling deep within you. Mattheo's eyes met yours, but they held an emptiness, a haunting void that sent a shiver down your spine, something distant flickering within them, making your stomach twist in uneasy knots.

Around you, the group erupted into sneers and light chuckles, their amusement palpable as they sensed your flustered expression. But your attention remained fixated on Mattheo, his silent gaze carrying the weight of Theodore's words, a looming storm cloud hanging over your heads, heavy with unspoken implications.

In love. The notion seemed absurd, impossible even. No, it couldn't be true. There was no way.

"Nott's right, you'll only get hurt..." Malfoy's sneering voice cut through the air, his words laced with a malicious amusement as he cast a sideways glance at Theodore, who snickered in agreement. "You're far too innocent for Riddle... he'd chew you up and spit you out in a second...any of us would..."

He paused, his cold eyes darting from yours to Mattheo's, and back to yours again, as if sizing up the situation. A sly smirk played on his lips, the cruel glint in his eyes sharpening. "Well, perhaps not Notty boy here; he's a little softer."

A surge of heat coursed through your veins, igniting a fierce determination within you that contrasted sharply with the warm, gentle breeze caressing your skin. Despite the pressure weighing heavily upon you and the palpable weight of their expectations hanging in the air, you refused to succumb to their underestimation. With your pulse quickening, you squared your shoulders, locking eyes with Malfoy's cocky gaze.

"You know...I don't believe I'm as fragile as you all seem to think I am," you retorted, words laced with conviction, challenging their perception of you. "I can handle myself just fine."

"Don't let her appearance fool you," Mattheo's words, unexpectedly slicing through the charged atmosphere, nearly startled your heart out of your chest. His voice, dripping with playful irony, reverberated through your limbs as he spoke without even sparing you a glance, his dark hair framing his face and his whiskey eyes meeting Malfoy's with a challenging glint. "That pretty face hides one hell of a devilish mind."

A collective reaction rippled through the group of boys, their eyebrows shooting up in surprise, their smirks growing wider. The implications of Mattheo's remark hung thick in the air, sparking newfound curiosity and amusement that crackled in the atmosphere like electricity. Malfoy seized the opportunity, his smirk taking on a mischievous edge.

"Now you're calling her pretty, Riddle?" he teased, his tone laced with playful skepticism. "Are you sure there's nothing going on between you two? You have been spending a hell of a lot of time together..."

Simultaneously, you both shot back with lightening speed--your words colliding mid-air, overlapping with the others quick response in a chaotic symphony of denial.

"He wishes," you said, your voice carrying a playful edge--while at the same instant, Mattheo sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm and wit. "In her bloody dreams," he said.

Your synchronized responses elicited another round of chuckles from the boys, a shared moment of camaraderie at the expense of you and Mattheo. The tension between the two of you remained, but the exchange had shifted into a playful rhythm, now, the unspoken dynamics between you two sparking curiosity among the others. Malfoy's chuckles gradually faded, replaced by a challenging glint in his eyes as he raised an eyebrow, a smirk curling his lips.

"Alright then...little good girl," he drawled, his tone laden with mischief. "Why don't you prove it?"

Your nerves prickled beneath your skin, a rush of anxiety coursing through your veins as you stammered, "Prove...it? Prove what?"

"Prove that you aren't as innocent and fragile as we think you are," he challenged, his words hanging in the air like a dare. "Prove that you're more than just your books and your pushy, smartass attitude."

Nervously, you glanced around the circle at each of the boys, their eyes fixed on you with wide grins of anticipation. The weight of their expectations pressed upon you, and you felt the intensity of the moment, wether you wished to ignore it or not. Mattheo didn't dare to meet your gaze, but you could sense the slight smirk playing on his lips as he casually fiddled with his cigarette. After a long, silent moment, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what was to come.

"Fine, Malfoy," you said, your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest. "Challenge excepted."

With determination, you pushed off the ground, turning your attention away from the circle and toward the tranquil expanse of the black lake. The challenge had been accepted, and you were ready to prove that there was more to you than met the eye, ready to do whatever the hell you needed to earn their respect in your own damned way.

The boys surrounding you stared in wide-eyed shock as you swiftly shrugged off your uniform jacket, the soft fabric falling carelessly to the grassy ground. With a quick motion, you kicked off your shoes, the blades of grass tickling your feet beneath the fading sunlight--it was dark enough now that if you moved away from them, toward the edge of the lake, and stripped off your skirt and shirt, they wouldn't be able to see too much. Nevertheless, they'd still catch glimpses, and that was precisely the point.

Mattheo, still seated, shot you a puzzled look, his eyes narrowing with sheer confusion and concern.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he questioned, his voice slicing through the stunned silence. The weight of his gaze bore into you, searching for an explanation that might justify your unexpected actions. A surge of confidence pushed you forward, your resolve unwavering.

"I'm going to prove that I'm more than what you all think," you replied, your voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through your veins. "And that sometimes, good girls do bad things, too."

Theodore Nott, always one to read the room, glanced between you and Mattheo, a sly smile playing on his lips. "This should be interesting," he murmured, his tone laced with amusement. "Salazar save us..."

With a newfound sense of liberation, you descended toward the tranquil lake, the gentle lapping of water against the shore a soothing melody in the background. The soft rustle of the wind caressed your ears, heightening the anticipation that hung thick in the air. As you began to undo the buttons on your uniform blouse, each delicate movement resonated with the weight of the challenge, setting your heart racing in your chest.

With every button that slipped out, the tension in the atmosphere grew palpable, the burning gazes of the captivated boys etched into your flesh. The fabric of your blouse glided off your shoulders, landing gracefully on the grass like a discarded shield at your feet. Standing there, clad in nothing but your bra and skirt, you felt a heady mix of exhilaration and vulnerability wash over you.

As the cool evening air enveloped your skin, you sensed a presence behind you. Slowly, you peeked over your shoulder to find Mattheo sprinting toward you, his brows furrowed in disbelief and his eyes widened in pure shock. He came to a halt just a few feet away, his voice laden with a mixture of astonishment and genuine concern.

"Have you lost your bloody mind?" he exclaimed, his words a sharp contrast to the stunned silence that had fallen over the group. "You're going to fucking freeze..."

His gaze flickered over you, a kaleidoscope of emotions playing in his eyes, the dominant one undeniably being shock, tinged with a hint of something else--something unspoken and complex. Under the intensity of his stare, you felt a rush of warmth suffuse your skin, a bold defiance kindling within you as your hands moved to the band of your skirt. With deliberate slowness, you teased the length of its waist, holding his eyes captive in a daring challenge.

"What's the matter, Riddle?" you purred, savoring the power in the moment, knowing he couldn't physically intervene in front of his friends without arousing suspicion. "Are you truly worried about me?" Your voice dropped into a low, nearly inaudible whisper as your smirk deepened, relishing the way his eyes tracked your hands. "Or...perhaps...you're just unable to handle other men looking at your property..."

Mattheo's frustration was palpable, his brows furrowing as he struggled to maintain his composure. Yet, beneath the annoyance, there was a glimmer of amusement, a reluctant acknowledgment of your audacity.

"You're playing with fire, again, aren't you?" he muttered, his tone a blend of exasperation and begrudging amusement. A wry smile tugged at the corner of his lips, a hint of admiration for your boldness despite the irritation simmering beneath the surface. "Just be careful you don't get burned."

"Oh, please," you retorted, unable to contain your smirk, the confidence in your voice echoing your daring spirit. "Witches don't burn."

With a swift, decisive motion, you cast your skirt aside, the fabric pooling on the grass as you dashed toward the lake with unbridled determination. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, dulling the edge of the initial shock as you plunged into the cold water. A sharp gasp cut through the night as the icy embrace of the lake stole your breath away, the shock of the temperature quickly giving way to exhilaration. In the background, the boys erupted into cheers and hollers, their admiration for your audacious leap resonating in the crisp evening air like a chorus of approval.

Meanwhile, at the shore, Mattheo stood half-stunned, his eyes widening in surprise before that sly smirk slowly crept back onto his face. He watched you with a mix of amusement and something else, something that look almost like an undeniable respect for your audacity. His fingers absently toyed with his cigarette as he observed your fearless actions, his usual stoic demeanor momentarily shattered by your bold act.

From the water, you observed the boys exchanging glances, their smirks hinting at a shared understanding that transcended words. With an unspoken agreement, they shrugged in unison, a collective "fuck it" echoing through the air. One by one, they rose to their feet, shedding their uniforms with carefree abandon until they stood just as exposed as you were. Their toned bodies glistened under the evening sky, the moonlight filtering through the clouds, casting a silvery glow upon their skin.

With lively laughter echoing through the night air, the boys sprinted toward you, their infectious excitement palpable even from a distance. They effortlessly brushed past Mattheo, who stood frozen in place, his expression a mosaic of shock and amusement, his eyes tracking each of his friends as they leaped into the water alongside you. As the cold water embraced them, the boys couldn't help but groan in unison, their playful complaints filling the air.

"Bloody hell, it's freezing..." Reggie exclaimed, eliciting chuckles from the others. “How the fuck did I think this was a good idea…”

Amidst the banter, they turned their attention to you, their expressions a blend of awe and admiration.

"You've definitely surprised us, little bird," Theodore teased, his tone laced with genuine respect. "Making this look so easy, aren't you?"

Malfoy's voice echoed with a mix of amusement and challenge as he shouted across the water to Mattheo.

"Riddle, don't be a killjoy," he taunted, a playful glint in his eyes. "I know you can't resist a good challenge...you're really going to let little raven here outshine you like this?”

The words hung in the air, a tempting dare that Mattheo couldn't ignore. He stood at the water's edge, his expression a mixture of hesitation and a playful grumbling--clearly debating whether to join the revelry or stay put. You grinned as you watched, his face sporting a resigned yet amused expression, as he finally succumbed, muttering under his breath as he peeled off his uniform with deliberate slowness.

"You guys are bloody mad," he grumbled as he folded his clothes neatly on the shore, his movements deliberate and slightly begrudging. "If we catch hypothermia, Raven, I'm blaming you."

Finally, with a sarcastic salute and a roll of his eyes, he took a deep breath and dove into the water, his entry marked by a splash that mirrored the energy and excitement of the night, everyone erupting into laughter at his little display. Mattheo waded over, his playful irritation evident in the way he shot you a mock glare before unleashing a playful splash, water droplets scattering in all directions.

"Mattheo!" You squealed, wiping the water from your face. "You bloody arse!"

His eyes twinkled with mischief, and he couldn't help but smirk as you retaliated, sending a splash of water right back at him. The tension from earlier had transformed into a playful energy, the group now engaged in a water fight, laughter filling the air as splashes and giggles and squeals intermingled.

Before you knew it, everyone was caught up in the spirited frenzy, water splashing in every direction as the boys chased each other, their playful shouts and laughter blending harmoniously. Mattheo, who had initially been the reluctant participant, seemed to revel in the chaos, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he retaliated with gusto, no longer holding back.

As the water fight intensified, you noticed Mattheo momentarily distracted, his attention diverted by the antics of the other boys. Seizing the opportunity, you discreetly gathered a handful of mud from the lakebed, forming it into a small, compact ball. With careful precision, you approached him from behind, your steps silent in the water, and with a swift motion, you lobbed the mud ball, aiming for Mattheo's shoulder.

The ball hit its mark perfectly, leaving a satisfying splatter of mud on his skin, the boys erupting into laughter, thoroughly entertained by your clever move. However, turning around, Mattheo's eyes widened in exaggerated shock, his voice tinged with playful hurt.

"Did you just fucking ambush me? In front of my own men?" he exclaimed, his tone laced with feigned betrayal as he theatrically wiped the mud off his skin. “You’re real fucking bold, aren’t you, Raven?”

You snickered, grinning at the fact you’d caught him off guard like that. “You know what they say…never drop your guard, Mattheo…”

A mischievous glint sparked in his eyes as he casually glanced over your shoulder, spotting Theodore wading in the water behind you and Malfoy standing just a bit to your side. A subtle shift occurred in Mattheo's demeanor, a silent understanding passing between him, Theodore, and Malfoy. Their eyes exchanged a knowing look, a shared sense of mischief darkening their expressions. Mattheo's voice, once filled with mock hurt, now dripped with wicked amusement as he issued his command.

"Grab her, boys," he ordered, his voice taking on a sinister edge, setting the stage for the impeding revenge. "Time to show the little bird what happens when you mess with a bunch of venomous snakes."

Excitement surged through your veins, a thrilling concoction of adrenaline and laughter, as you attempted to evade their grasp. Your heart raced, the pounding in your chest echoing the playful chaos around you. Despite your best efforts, Theodore's fingers wrapped firmly around your arm, and Malfoy's grip held your other, their strength ensuring your playful struggles were in vain.

“Come on, Mattheo!” You squirmed and giggled, a delightful blend of resistance and amusement, as you found yourself caught in their playful trap. “I’m sorry, please…”

Mattheo, his confidence soaring now that you were being successfully restrained, seized a hefty clump of mud, his fingers sinking into its cool, squishy texture. As he spun back around, his eyes locked onto yours, and with deliberate measured steps, he closed the distance between you, his movements exuding a cocky swagger that only intensified your anxiety.

"Any last words, Raven?" he taunted, his voice dripping with playful malice, the echoes of your impending fate resonating in the air like a looming storm. "If you wish to pathetically apologize for that ignorant display, now is the time to do so."

"Mattheo, please!" Desperation and regret flooded your voice, your pleas tumbling out in a desperate rush, mingling with the tension that hung heavy in the air. "I'm so sorry, please don't--I didn't mean to-"

But Mattheo merely shook his head, a triumphant smirk curving his lips, dismissing your words with a casual flick of his hand.

"Actually, just decided it's too late for ass-kissing now, princess," he sneered, his words cutting through the air like a sharp blade. "Brace yourself."

With a swift motion, he hurled the mud at you, the clump splattering against your chest. Laughter erupted from the boys, their camaraderie deepening in the chaos of the moment. And you, caught in their playful trap, couldn't help but join in the laughter, realizing that the evening had taken an unexpected turn, transforming into a memorable, joyous escapade under the moonlit sky.

As the boys finally released their grip, laughter still lingering in the air, Mattheo met your eyes, his gaze dipping over your mud-splattered form with a mix of amusement and something else you couldn't quite decipher.

Grumbling, you couldn't resist a playful jab, "You're such an ass."

His chuckle transformed into a self-assured grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Guilty as charged," he admitted, his voice teasing. "But you have to admit, it was worth it for that look on your face."

You let out a reluctant chuckle, realizing the absurdity of the situation. "Fine, you win this round," you conceded, unable to suppress a smile. "But don't get too comfortable; next time I'm bringing everything I got."

"I'm counting on it," Mattheo replied with a grin, a spark of anticipation in his eyes, acknowledging the challenge you had just thrown his way. “Wouldn’t be normal for you if you didn’t.”

After a little bit longer, the group of you finally emerged from the water, the stars twinkling overhead like diamonds scattered across the night sky. Laughter and playful groans of annoyance filled the air as you all struggled to peel your clothes back on, the urgency to get back to the castle evident in the chilly breeze that swept through the night.

With clothes clinging damply to your skin, you all made your way back, sharing stories and laughter along the path. The atmosphere was light, the shared escapade having created a bond among you, making the cold night feel a little warmer. As you approached the castle, a sense of accomplishment and newfound friendship enveloped the group, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill at the unexpected turn the night had taken, leaving you with a memory of an exhilarating adventure under the starlit sky.

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Something Real - Soldier Boy x Reader

Summary: You had offered him the chance for something the two of you could build, something real, if he gave up the suit for good.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female Reader

Warnings: angst, character death, implied violence, implied injuries, mentions of blood, mentions of terminal illness/treatments/effects, implied sex, Soldier Boy being himself at times, language (I guess?), tears, heartbreak - I think that pretty much covers everything

Word Count: 9434

A/N: Something I started writing back on Thanksgiving. I was hurting that day, needing heat to ease the pain, and I was working on something else for SB. This just popped into my head (the idea of "warm hands") so I ran with it. Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine. I picked the name Violet because it's a bit of a reference to the other SB story I'm working on. Please let me know what you think (and please don't kill me).

I heard this song on a Soldier Boy fan edited video on YouTube and ever since then I can't get it out of my head for this one shot. It just makes me see Ben and the reader that much clearer in my mind.

SB Taglist: @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl; @brightlilith

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“I forgot how warm your hands are.”

Ben could feel his devastation threatening to overwhelm him but he quickly forced it away. He had to be strong for you; no time to be a pussy.

As if you had heard his thoughts, you gave him a sad smile, your own eyes starting to blur with unshed tears that you were trying to hold back yourself, not wanting to make this worse for him than you already knew it would be. But then it suddenly hit you that life was indeed short; what did it matter if you let your feelings surrounding your current circumstances show? You had never held back before. Why would you start now? So you let your tears flow but you did your best to turn them into happy tears so whenever he thought back to this moment, he wouldn’t see how scared or sad you really were. You were determined for him to never know the true depths of your fear or despair in this moment.

Instead, you weakly lifted your hand and placed it against his cheek, watching as he briefly closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. His green gaze settled on you once more and you could have sworn you could see a slight shimmer there but in the next moment, it was gone, so you couldn’t be entirely sure. 

Both of you were having flashes of the same memories that your words brought to mind. 

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You were both in bed, naked, you laying sprawled out over him, having just made love for the second time that evening. Ben always called it fucking but you refused to use that word to describe what the two of you did. Sure, he fucked you sometimes but things were more serious between you than you just being a bedwarmer of his or some random pussy for him to stick his dick into and get off as he’d crudely put it. 

They had been ever since you’d caught him by surprise one night after too much whiskey mixed with conversation and you kissed him ever so sweetly. He’d tried to turn it into something else — because he was who he was after all — but you wouldn’t let him. Something changed between you that night and an understanding began to form. If he wanted you, then he’d have to give up everything that wouldn’t allow him to keep you. That meant the women, the drugs, the bad behavior — all of it. You weren’t trying to change him, not at all, but you knew those things weren’t really the true make-up of who he was; it was a mere reflection of the suit and persona Vought encouraged, expected, and enforced. Ben made his own choices of course, but you knew he could do better, be better. And that’s who you wanted; that’s who you loved — the man that belonged with you, not the Supe that belonged to a greedy corporation and the world. But it would have to be up to him to make that final choice. You made that perfectly clear and told him to come to you when he was ready, ready for something real.

And sure enough, despite his keeping away for a while to prove a point, he eventually ended up on your doorstep that night three years ago, dressed in modern day clothing and cleaned up in all manners of the phrase. Ben was ready. He wanted you, he wanted real and most of all, he wanted it with you. 

You’d been together ever since and while things hadn’t been perfect, they’d been perfect enough for the both of you. So here you were, laid out in bliss, listening to his strong heartbeat underneath your ear as his hands glided up and down your bare back. You closed your eyes, smiling, and murmured, “I forgot how warm your hands are.”

Instead of answering you, he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger there, as he tightened his hold on you, pulling you closer into him. He held you like that for a little while until you could feel him stirring beneath you once more and his caresses turned more insistent before he rolled you onto your back, his kisses feverish as you both started your third round of lovemaking for the night. Supe stamina and all that.

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You winced as you felt another sharp kick to your stomach. “Damn,” you muttered.

Ben’s eyes were immediately on you, worried. “What?”

“Nothing,” you tried to lie but another kick had you flinching. 

He laid down the wrench he had been battling the pipes with and wiped his hands with a rag before making his way over to you. “The kid kicking you again?”

A third kick had your face screwed up in a grimace as you nodded. His jaw tightened and he urged you down onto the sofa before joining you and holding you from behind. He lifted your shirt above your belly and you both watched in fascination as there was a slight movement to it right before you hissed in pain and bit your lip to keep from crying out. Ben lowered his hands and began to rub your skin soothingly. The pain eased and like always, your baby started to settle down, something it did whenever it sensed its father’s strong presence. You assumed it was a Supe thing, since your kid would have half of those V-mutated genes, and you refused to let that worry you in the slightest. There was no guarantee your child would have superpowers like its dad though you wouldn’t be surprised if it inherited his strength if these painful kicks were anything to go by. Either way, you’d cross that superpower bridge if and when you came to it. 

You let out a breath of relief and closed your eyes, leaning your head back against Ben’s shoulder. “I seriously forgot how warm your hands are,” you whispered, enjoying how the warmth both settled your child and you at the same time.

“Don’t know how,” he murmured into your ear. “I hardly ever take them off you.”

You smiled wider at his teasing and wrapped your hands around one of his arms, humming your contentment. After a moment, you opened your eyes to find him watching you with an affectionate smirk. You lifted up and gently kissed him. “I love you.”

His smirk melted into a smile and he leaned down to kiss you one more time. “Back at you, doll.”

And almost as if your child wanted a say, to agree with the sentiments exchanged between both parents, it kicked against Ben’s hand albeit more gently this time, not causing any pain.

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You grinned as you watched Ben teach your daughter, Violet, how to make a snowman. Which really meant he was making it for her. She had her father completely wrapped around her little finger. If there was anything that could bring Soldier Boy to his knees, it was his little girl. The strongest Supe in the world was at the mercy of the whims of your six year old.

You both had been surprised when the child you’d both eagerly been anticipating turned out to be a girl. You were excited — you’d always wanted a little girl. Ben — you weren’t sure how he would react. His heart had been set on a boy and while you could see a faint layer of disappointment shadowing his expression when you heard the doctor’s announcement, the moment he and your newborn daughter locked eyes, he was hers. It turned out you had nothing to worry about, on any counts.

He had promised you he would be better than his father and thus far he’d lived up to that promise. While you both had discussed extensively what type of parenting style you’d be implementing, you weren’t sure what would happen when the tough days of parenthood would hit. And while he had come a long way from his antiquated mindset (which had been beyond painful for the both of you back in the early days of you moving in together), you wanted to make sure that none of that would ever touch your child, literally and figuratively. But it turned out, you really had nothing to worry about. There were only a few instances that you had to gently remind him that it wasn’t the 1940’s anymore and each time he’d apologized, and set about making it right however he could.

Ben pleasantly surprised you in being there for all of the night time feedings, being willing to change a diaper after you’d eventually forced the issue and he found out that it wasn’t as big a deal as he was making it out to be, and taking her from you so you could sleep, shower, or get some time for yourself when he realized he wouldn’t break her. Her tiny form made him nervous and all the more careful. He held her hand when she started walking, read to her at bedtime (even though he secretly told you later there was a lot of pussy bullshit stories the world had available for kids these days), and beamed when one night she’d sleepily hugged him and whispered that Daddy was her hero after a particular conversation they’d had about a story he was reading, when she asked why the main character was going to fight the dragon. “Because he’s the hero, sweetness, and heroes fight the monsters.” You’d found him later standing at the foot of her bed, watching her sleep, an expression of sadness mixed with realization in his face. 

You’d wrapped yourself around his arm, hugging him, as you joined him in his study of your daughter. “You okay?” You whispered after a moment.

He looked unsure how to answer you so you gave him a little time to think of what he wanted to say, smiling as you noticed your daughter’s quiet breathing, her little lips curled up in the cutest pout as she dreamed — of what you had no idea but you hoped it was warm and wonderful and everything she could possibly want in her four and a half years of life.

“She said I was her hero,” Ben admitted quietly.

You turned to glance up at him and caught the furrow of his brows. 

“I’m not really a hero, though.” He pressed his lips together. “Not with the things I’ve done.”

You slipped your hand into his, intertwining your fingers, and squeezed. “Then be one.”

His eyes snapped over to you in question.

You gently framed his face with your hands, forcing him to look at you. “Ever since you decided you wanted something different from what you had before, you have made better decisions every single day. Who you were back then, Ben…that’s not who you are now. So if you want to be a hero,” You briefly glanced at your sleeping daughter. “Her hero, then be one.” 

Ben contemplated your words as you released him and his eyes drifted over the child that had somehow carved herself into his heart in a way that the fucked-up Homelander or the idea of any kid of his that possibly existed out there never had. He was already trying every single day to be better, for her, for you, for himself — and it was something he would keep doing.

“But just so you know,” you whispered to him. “No matter if you wear the suit or you’re just plain ol’ Daddy who reads her stories and threatens the monsters in her closet before she goes to bed each night, you’re already going to be her hero.” You gave him a soft smile and watched as your words played out upon his face. His lips lifted up slightly in the corners and he ran his tender glance over his little girl. It surprised you though when he then turned that smile and gaze onto you.

He marveled at just how simple you made it all sound sometimes. Not that you hadn’t acknowledged his effort or the strides he’d made in attempting to be a better father than his old man — a better man period — but he secretly admired when you gave it to him straight, no bullshit, no matter the subject. And while he wanted his daughter to always see him as the hero she called him earlier, he was grateful that you made sure to make such a distinction in your words: he didn’t have to put the suit back on to be his little girl’s hero. That’s not who she saw him as anyway. She saw him as her hero because he was her dad — and that was enough for her. 

There were times like this where he’d remember exactly why he chose to give everything up for you, why he chose you. You’d seen past the suit, past his public persona, saw all of the good and even more of the bad, and yet you still chose him first, still loved him, and still gave him the family he’d been craving even if it wasn’t how he’d imagined it for years on end. You gave him exactly what you’d promised if he chose you back: something real. And Christ did he love you for it.

Ben had never been very good at saying the three words that seemed to take no effort whatsoever to roll off your tongue every single day, even when it came to your daughter. While he might have had no issue speaking his mind back in the day, when it came to the two important things in his life, he struggled to put into words exactly how he felt about you two or to return the sentiment because it was unfathomable to him. He had never known that he could feel the love he did as a husband, a true partner, never mind as a parent. You both were his world and he wasn’t sure how he’d function without either of you in it. Hell, he wasn’t even sure how he functioned before either of you came along though a small dark part of him knew the answer to that: booze, drugs, sex, violence, and enjoying the Supe high life all combined. But right now, he was feeling that overwhelming feeling again that he hesitated to put a name to but deep down knew what it was. However, instead of just being able to say it, just once, he did the second best thing like he did every time you made him feel like this: he showed you.

He took your hand in his, squeezing, and glanced once more at Violet. Noting again that she was sleeping soundly, he then turned his attention onto you and led you from the room. Once her door was shut, he was on you, his kisses passionate and insistent yet desperate, his hands hungrily trailing your body, before he picked you up and walked you down the hall to your bedroom. 

So watching him now making the snowman your daughter wanted — old hat, scarf, pipe, and all — you were amused but also couldn’t be prouder. Ben had heard you that night and he had chosen to be the hero his little girl wanted him to be: her dad while also being a good man and someone she could be proud of. It didn’t erase his past but it was just another step in the right direction towards his future. The suit was still hidden away in a closet but he hadn’t pulled it out for which you were also immensely grateful. Vought International and The Seven had been annihilated years ago at the same time Homelander had been killed. Supes had scattered across the globe, now not being run by one single entity anymore. Some had world governments after them for crimes they had committed previously and were still committing to this day. Compound V as well as Temp V had now unfortunately hit the streets so random fresh Supes were turning up everywhere. The world certainly had its hands full when it came to the whole Supe thing. Maybe it was incredibly selfish of you but you were relieved when Ben chose to stay out of the fray and instead concentrate on living the life he’d chosen to live with you and focus on your family.

Your grin grew when your daughter excitedly hurried over to you. “Mama, mama! Did you see the snowman Daddy made?”

“I did, kiddo. He looks great.” You arched a brow over at the snowman though when you noticed something. “Well, just a tiny bit lopsided, but that’s okay. It gives him character.”

Ben huffed, appearing next to you. “I don’t make lopsided snowmen.” He then turned to Violet. “Your mother needs to have her eyes checked.”

“Hey,” you cried out indignantly. “Who are you telling to get their eyes checked, old man? Considering it’s a lop-sided snowman, I say you should get yours checked.”

Ben flashed his teeth in a grin. “My eyes are perfect, like everything else about me.” You couldn’t help your eye roll though in your estimation, he wasn’t too far off the mark. Never aging thanks to Compound V would do that to someone you guessed. You tried not to be too envious when you remembered back to the few gray hairs you’d managed to find coming from your scalp a few weeks back. 

Violet was giggling watching the two of you and you couldn’t help but join in her merriment. “Sure,” you teased. “So instead of Frosty the Snowman, we’ll call him Skewy the Off-Balance Snowman?”

Ben sent you a mock glare and you shrugged, smiling, making your daughter laugh again. He handed an old ratty coat to her. “Vi, why don’t you put on the finishing touches so your mom can stop being a critic and finally appreciate our hard work?” 

“What? I am appreciating it. I even appreciate that you have to tilt your head a bit to see it straight. Off-kilter is all the rage now, I get it. See? I’m appreciating it.”

Your daughter grinned and took the proffered coat before rushing back over to the snowman.

Hands suddenly on your hips whipped you around and Ben was on you before you could utter another word. He kissed you hard and you swore you could see stars when he finally pulled back, letting you catch your breath. He smirked down at you, muttering “Pain in the ass” good-humoredly, before you both caught movement out of the corner of your eye. You both glanced over in time to see your daughter leap gracefully into the air to toss the coat onto the tall snowman. Ben’s smile was proud and you watched in awe as she landed lithely back down on the ground. As you had wondered often enough when pregnant with her, your daughter had inherited some Supe DNA from her father after all. Something you and Ben both worked hard with her to keep tamped down when in the presence of other children and especially their parents. Your life was blissfully lowkey, normal (as normal as it could be with two Supes in the house), and safe — you and Ben both wanted to keep it that way and you both especially wanted to make sure your daughter’s life continued in that fashion as well. You didn’t want your daughter to be ashamed of her special abilities and Ben was able to teach her restraint, something he had to teach himself long before she was born. 

Ben watched as she used her strength to shift the snowman a little to the left so it would indeed be a little straighter. He rolled his eyes at your triumphant smirk but his smile never left as he cupped your face between his hands. “There. Happy?”

“More than you know,” you answered honestly. His smile faded slightly when he realized you meant more than the adjustment to his recent snow creation. You saw an all-too familiar internal struggle play out in his eyes that you had seen often enough over the years, especially lately. When he was making love to you; when he quietly watched you and your daughter working on her homework together; when he found you in the kitchen late at night when you couldn’t sleep and without speaking you’d turn on a slow song from his era and hold out an expectant hand to him; when you wrapped your arms around him from behind in a hug and snuck in underneath his arm as both of you observed Violet playing out in the yard with the dog she’d managed to convince you both to get — you knew what that struggle was and while it might have bothered another spouse that he never properly vocalized his feelings, you more than understood. How could you not after you knew how Ben had grown up, what he’d been taught? He’d made tons of strides over the years to undo all of that programming, but this…this was the hardest for him, and you knew why. So you didn’t push and instead willingly took what he gave you, knowing he was doing the best he could to show you how he felt instead.

You pushed yourself up on your toes and kissed him. “I love you, too,” you whispered, letting him know it was okay; you knew. You felt his thumb glide along your bottom lip as he studied you intently, and you could feel the heat radiating on the sides of your face. “I always forget how warm your hands are.”

He gave you a suggestive smirk. “You better not have forgotten how warm the rest of me is.”

“Might need a reminder,” you murmured, leaning into him.

His smirk widened. “Then you’ll get one.” He kissed you and before you could get too carried away, the sounds of your daughter giggling and calling “Daddy” had you both pulling apart. “Later,” he promised, pecking your lips one last time before looking over at Violet and the snowman whose apparel had changed to wearing her coat and hat instead. 

Ben gave her an indulgent smile. “What’d you do, Princess?” Violet giggled again and her father shook his head as he headed over to her. You watched as he picked her up, tickling her and making her squeal in laughter, and you smiled. Life really didn’t get much better than this.

You laughed yourself when Violet tried to tickle Ben back. 

Not by a long shot. 

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You gave your husband a tired smile when he walked into the room.

“Did she get to school okay?” You asked.

He nodded and removed his coat, hanging it up on the empty hook on the wall.

“And you gave her the envelope I left on the table, right? The one that had her pictures and money for the yearbook?”

“Yeah,” he gruffed out, taking the empty seat next to you and ignoring the curious stares directed his way. Ben was huge and even though he hadn’t been recognized in years, his hulking stature still attracted inquisitive gazes every now and then.

“Good. Thank you for doing that.”

He took your free hand and frowned when you involuntarily shivered. 

Your smile was immediately apologetic. “I always forget how warm your hands are.” You gently gestured to your head where a cold cap sat. “This is freezing so with your hands, it felt like I stuck mine over a fire for a second.”

His frown intensified but he let your hand go. 

“No, no, it’s fine.” You grabbed at his fingers and intertwined them with yours once again. “I like warm.” You then tried to give him a flirtatious smile. “You know that.”

His responding smile was more of a grimace but he kept his hand in yours. “There anything you need?”

You noticed that once again, he was hardly making eye contact with you while you were receiving treatment. You hated it when he did that though you understood. He hated to see you like this, knowing there was nothing he could do to help you. Correction, nothing you would let him do that is.

You’d found a lump in your breast during a self-exam and you’d gotten it checked out right away. More examinations and tests later, it was confirmed: you had cancer. Thankfully, it was not the aggressive kind but your doctor wanted to go after the tumor just as if it was anyway. Your daughter was only in high school; of course, you agreed to whatever plan the doctor suggested. So now here you were, getting chemo after a successful removal of the tumor. 

Ben and Violet had been worried but you assured them that you would be fine, even if you didn’t know that to be true. Ben kept it together in front of your daughter, but once she had gone to bed, you could tell that even though he wouldn’t admit it, he was scared shitless. He knew what cancer meant like everyone else but he didn’t understand the mechanics of the treatments you would be receiving or the rates of survival depending on the ability to remove the tumor and keeping it from spreading versus the percentage rate of success of said surgery and treatments. He asked you question after question after question which you tried your best to answer while trying to keep from falling apart yourself. Eventually, he got frustrated and assured you he would get a hold of some Compound V. Though the government was still currently fighting the sale of the drug on the black market, they had to have some locked away for evidence or testing or they were just simply hoarding it. And if that didn’t work, he planned to track some down and get you a vial. Even if it was only Temp V. 

You were horrified at this suggestion. “Ben, no. I’m not taking that stuff!”

“Why? It’ll make you healthy! It’ll get rid of this fucking cancer! Why wouldn’t you take it?”

“I can think of several reasons. If you break in somewhere to steal it, you can get caught and thrown into some max security prison or CIA black op site that I’ll never be able to get to, never mind being able to find, where they’ll keep you locked down with that gas! Or if you get it off of the street or from the black market, you have no idea if it’s been tampered with or if they’ve laced it with anything else. Temp V is completely out of the question, from a legit source or not. Not to mention, we don’t even know if this would work. It might not heal me or it could even kill me instead. That’s why!”

“You don’t know that,” he insisted. 

“I don’t care. I’m not doing it, Ben.”

His eyes were darker than usual and he looked as if he was about to say something that you probably would both end up regretting. And sure enough, he did. “You’re fucking taking it and that’s it.”

“Excuse me?” You hissed. “This is my life we’re talking about. My life, my decision!”

“We are your life, goddammit!” He roared. Your eyes began to burn as you held back tears and he noticed the familiar sheen in them. When he spoke next, his tone was a bit quieter but no less firm. “So, it’s our decision. You’re taking it and that’s final.”

He had stormed out of the house after that and you had burst into tears. You knew he could hear you but he didn’t come back. You’d cried out all of the fear and anguish and despair you’d felt since receiving your diagnosis. 

It was only later that night when Ben crawled into bed, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you into his body, that he whispered an apology into your ear. You squeezed his forearm, letting him know you’d forgiven him. 

“If I can get a hold of some, will you please take it?” He begged.

You thought it over for a moment, weighed the risks heavily against the rewards that it could yield, and then shook your head. “No. It’s too risky. It could kill me, Ben. At least with the surgery and chemo, I have better odds.”

“What if I gave you some of my blood?” You heard his voice break near the end of his question and that shocked you. The entire time you’d known the man, he had never once cried. Not in front of you, at least. 

You slowly turned in his arms and while you didn’t see any tears, you saw the shimmer in his green eyes along with pure, unadulterated fear that you’d only seen rare glimpses of over the years: during your pregnancy; the birth; when Violet was a baby and he held her small body in his too big arms, afraid he might break her; when you’d gotten into that car accident on the way to Vi’s dance recital that left you with a few scrapes and bruises; the one time a new Supe in the making claimed to the media that he didn’t believe the death rumors and he was hunting Soldier Boy down in order to prove himself as the strongest Supe which ended up with Ben relocating your family to somewhere even more lowkey (you’d had to talk him out of going to find that damn kid and teaching him a lesson). But now, here it was, naked and laid out plain for you to see. You’d been right; he was scared shitless. 

You ran your fingers soothingly through his hair and he briefly turned to kiss your wrist. “We have two different blood types. It wouldn’t work.”

“I could find a scientist that’ll make it work. With all of these watered-down Supes running around, you can’t tell me there isn’t another Vogelbaum out there somewhere studying them. I could nab him and make him help us.”

You gave him a sad smile. “It doesn’t work like that. This isn’t something that can be fixed by some mad scientist or some miracle superhero-making drug.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Ben,” you pleaded. “Please…” 

He laid a hand against your face and stared into your eyes. “I don’t want to lose you.” You heard the breaks in his voice again. 

A tear slipped down your cheek and he gently wiped it away with his thumb. “One day, you’re going to. Whether it’s now or later, it’s inevitable.”

You could see how hard that hit him, even though you both had known this truth for some time. This wasn’t the first time he’d brought up the possibility of you taking Compound V in your relationship and it wasn’t the first time you’d refused. 

He wanted to keep you with him, always. You didn’t want to live forever and once Violet came along, you definitely didn’t want to outlive your daughter. And that was only if the drug was successful and didn’t outright kill you. Not to mention, even if it was successful, who was to say that it would work for you the same way it worked for Ben? Perhaps you could still easily be killed or you would still age. Perhaps your abilities would be completely different to his. He’d offered to get you some Temp V to preview what it would do, but after what you’d seen happen to Billy Butcher from taking that stuff, you refused.

Now, having cancer, as much as that terrified you, you still didn’t want to risk it. The doctors knew you wanted to see your daughter graduate high school. That was enough for you, for now.

You’d watched as Ben compulsively swallowed and pulled you up to meet him. He kissed you and you could feel the desperation, this time layered by a whole new level of it. He’d made love to you that night, the most tender in his touches and movements since the accident. He took his time with you and even though fear clung thickly to both of you, by the end, you felt loved and cherished and warm.

Such a contrast to how you were feeling now. You let out another involuntary shiver and Ben frowned over at you. By now, he would have picked you up and deposited you on his lap, wrapping you in his embrace to warm you up. But he couldn’t due to the goddamn machine and tubing you were connected to. So instead, he got up and laid another blanket over you, leaning in to murmur into your ear, “When we get home, I’ll warm you up.”

He pulled back with a wicked smirk and you gave him a grateful smile before he returned to his seat. You knew he only meant that he would hold you until you warmed up or until he had to pick up your daughter. You were much too tired for anything else, especially after each treatment, something you hated but it couldn’t be helped. You missed being intimate with him, you missed having the energy to do your usual flurry of picking up after your family around the house, you missed being the one to take Violet to school every morning — you missed it all. You lived your life as normally as possible but the tiredness, the lack of energy, the sickness, the effects this drug had on your system…sometimes it was beyond frustrating and that was putting it nicely. But Ben and Vi had been there through it all, ready to help and step in wherever needed. Violet did her chores like always but she also helped her dad whenever he would allow her to. And Ben…well, he had really stepped up. There were zero complaints that men shouldn’t be doing the laundry or the cooking (something that had been a leftover contention point from the early days of your relationship). He did his best to help Vi with her schoolwork if she had any questions and you were napping. He did the picking up around the house now and he took care of you when you got sick, his nose no longer scrunching up at the smell of vomit (something you had noticed when you had morning sickness and he sat with you, rubbing your back; he later explained to you just how sharp his sense of smell was). He did everything you asked him to and even things you didn’t. He had been a pillar of strength and support that you hadn’t even known you’d needed in the beginning.  

When he took your hand again, you carefully lifted his and kissed the back of it. “I love you,” you whispered, smiling as you nuzzled his warm skin.

He watched you, a familiar struggle taking place inside of him as a tell-tale shimmer started in his eyes that he didn’t want you to see. By the time you opened yours and looked over at him, the shimmer was gone and a tender smile was in place. “Back at you, dollface.” He leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, staying like that a bit longer than he usually would have. You thought he was telling you what he still couldn’t put into words and he was. But he was also doing his best to warm you up. He’d felt the cold when you’d kissed his hand and rubbed your lips against it. Cold wasn’t something he felt easily so if he felt it, then he knew just how cold you really were. He hated these treatments, how sick they made you, how cold those damn caps made you (at this point, he didn’t care if you lost your hair, it wouldn’t change how he felt about you and he just wanted you warm and alive), he hated that there wasn’t anything he could to make you better — he hated it all. He meant what he’d said to you, when he got you home, he was going to strip you both down and hold you under the thickest, biggest blanket he could find in your house until it was time to pick up Vi from soccer practice. Warming you up, now that was something he could do. Which is exactly why he made sure to keep his lips connected to yours until the ice cold feeling disappeared and some color came back into them. He stared into your eyes, making you a silent promise that he would always chase the cold away and he would keep you here with him, warm, for as long as he could.

You smiled and leaned in to kiss him again, not caring in the least that you might have an audience with other patients and their family members or nurses. You loved Ben with everything you had; you didn’t care who knew it or even saw it.

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“Oh, come on!”

You could hear Ben’s chuckle from the other room and you smiled.

“You cheated!”

“No, I didn’t,” Ben insisted, sounding offended.

“Yes, you did! Dad, admit it!”

“Oh and you didn’t? Those bombs came out of nowhere, right?”

You heard your daughter groan. “It’s battle mode, Dad. You’re supposed to battle it out!”

“We did and I won.” You could practically see the triumphant smile on your husband’s face.

“Yeah, by cheating. What do you think, Rose?”

You could hear the poor girl practically stuttering out her response, trying not to offend either party. “Uh, I think it was…pretty fair…”

“What?” Violet yelled. “You call what he did fair?”

“Y-Yes?”

Ben let out another chuckle. “I knew I liked you, kid.”

You shook your head, smiling to yourself. The two most competitive members of your family had decided to play a video game while you were cooking to help pass the time. Vi had offered to help but you shooed her away since she had brought a friend home with her for the holiday. Ben had looked over at you expectantly, wondering what you would ask him to do, but you’d simply put a beer in his hand and sent him off to entertain the girls. He’d tried to hide his relief as he made his escape but you saw right through him. Thankfully, he didn’t see your own relief. You loved that Ben would do whatever you asked of him when it came to the kitchen, but sometimes he had his own way of doing things (from the time you’d been sick) and it clashed with yours. So, for a meal this large, as much as you loved him, you’d prefer for him to be out of the way. While it was a lot of work, your time to yourself in here was peaceful and you were amused at the bickering you overheard between Ben and Vi. Video games, board games, puzzles — it didn’t matter. If they were involved, there was bound to be claims of cheating by one of them or both, and massive competitive drives. You’d learned long ago to let them battle it out while you would be happy to be in 3rd place in Mario Kart or own St. Charles Place and maybe a railroad during a round of Monopoly. Most of all, though, you loved spending time with your two favorite people in the world, whether they were bickering over a game or competing against each other for a pixelated trophy on the television screen.

You heard voices start to rise slightly, Violet’s in particular. Someone else might have been nervous, especially for the young girl who was your guest, considering two Supes were locking horns, but you weren’t worried. Vi was now in college and thankfully, you’d been in remission for a couple of years. If your family had managed to survive that, you knew they’d overcome any argument over something as silly as who won a race between a plumber and a mushroom man. 

But just in case, you called out, “Guys, remember it’s just a game, please. We have a guest.” 

Sure enough, Violet lowered her voice but you could still hear her accusing her father who scoffed his denials. You rolled your eyes in amusement. 

It wasn’t long before you felt strong arms wrap around you from behind, and lips pressed against your neck. “And the victor returns,” you murmured, smiling and leaning back into him. 

“Mm-hmm,” Ben hummed against your skin. “He wants his spoils.” You felt him attempting to lift the hem of your dress and you slapped his hands away.

“Ben,” you hissed. “Not right now with our daughter and her friend in the next room.”

He didn’t let you deter him; he was determined. “Then let’s go upstairs while this bird cooks. The kids can entertain themselves for a few minutes.”

“A few minutes?” You teased. “You mean like this morning?”

Ben had sweet talked you into sneaking out to the garage after you set everything up and put the turkey in the oven. He’d had you up against the hood of your car, his hand covering your mouth as he went to town on you, both of you in a hurry because he’d heard your daughter starting to wake up on the floor above you. 

Instead of being insulted or rolling his eyes and glaring over at you, a dirty smirk settled onto his face. “Mmm, that was hot. You were hot. So hot I want to lift this dress up and do that thing with my—”

A loud throat clearing coming from the other room had you both straightening up. Right. Your daughter shared super senses with her father. Whoops. “Uh, Mom? Is dinner ready yet?”

“Uh.” You quietly cleared your throat yourself as you moved away from Ben, making him frown. “Not for another two hours or so.” You had just checked the turkey before you’d been interrupted. 

“Okay, well, Rose and I are going to go walk outside for a bit. We’ll be back.”

“Okay, sweetheart. Be careful and make sure to take your coats. It’s cold out,” you warned.

Violet laughed. “Yes, Mom.”

She must have said something too quiet for you to hear because Ben suddenly went rigid. “Listen to your mother,” he added for good measure.

Another laugh. “Sure, Dad.”

You continued prepping dinner and once you heard the front door shut, Ben was on you. “Ben,” you laughed. “I don’t have time!”

He picked you up and moved you to the one area of counter space that wasn’t covered. “Yeah, you do. There’s always time for a quickie.”

“A quickie? Another one of Ben’s infamous life rules?”

He lifted the skirt of your dress over your thighs and quickly worked your underwear down your legs. “Another one of my infamous life rules with you.” You and Ben were used to having the house to yourselves so anywhere, anytime had become a sort of routine you two had. You missed Violet tremendously but you also had time to physically reconnect with your husband.

Almost as if he heard the direction your thoughts were going in, he framed your face with his hands. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured. 

You gave him a grateful smile. The truth was, while you were grateful to be in remission and for more time with your family, you had worried about the toll chemo had taken on your body as well as your sex drive. The doctor assured you that while it would take time, there was a good chance you would start to feel normal again. Ben had been understanding but you had been frustrated. However, the doctor was right; it took a while but you started to feel back to normal, libido included. 

Luckily, you hadn’t lost a lot of your hair, the cold caps having helped, and once the treatments were over, whatever was gone did indeed grow back. Unfortunately, a lot of gray hair also came with it. You’d wanted to dye it back to your original color but Ben urged you not to. “You look fucking sexy as hell with it,” he’d murmured before you watched him nibble on your ear in the bathroom mirror. You knew his preference for older women, something you knew before you’d even gotten together, walking into the bar you’d found him in and seeing him making out with a grandma one time. So you knew your aging wasn’t an issue; he’d told you often enough that he didn’t care how old you got, he only wanted you. That was why he had wanted you to take Compound V, far before your diagnosis, because he wanted to be with you forever, or as long as forever would be given your actual life span and his. But you were still struggling with all of the changes your body had gone through in the last couple of years and you’d broken down into sobs, letting your face fall into your hands. He’d held you and whispered reassurances into your ear that everything was going to be okay. 

And thankfully, he had been right. It had all turned out to be okay. You’d gotten to see Violet graduate, you’d gotten to go on campus tours with her as she decided on a college, you got to drive up with her and Ben to move her into her dorm room, you’d gotten to spend more time with your husband who loved you deeply — you’d gotten more time period.

And here you were, able to cook a full Thanksgiving dinner for your family on your own, and all three of you were thriving. Most people would be stating what they were thankful for on this day but you — the gratitude you felt overwhelmed you and it was something that couldn’t be put into words. You had a beautiful life, a wonderful life, a daughter just as beautiful and wonderful, and you were thankful for the man who had given it to you. Who had laid down his shield (and everything that came with it) and chosen to make this life with you.

You stared into his green eyes, seeing a certain amount of reverence mixed with affection watching you back. You felt his skin warm against yours, reminding you of all of the days and nights he spent trying to keep you warm during and after your treatments, and you smiled. “Your hands are so warm,” you whispered the familiar words. “I always forget how warm they are.”

And as expected, he grinned and responded with, “Not sure how, dollface. I never take them off of you.” He ran a thumb tenderly along your bottom lip. “And I never will.”

He kissed you then and you couldn’t help the tear that escaped and rolled down your cheek. The quickie ended up being not so quick. The turkey was a little drier than you liked but your family ate it all the same while Rose politely complimented you. Violet gave you a nod, smiling, missing her father unapologetically smirking over at you while shoveling forkfuls into his mouth. You gave him a look when your daughter glanced back down to her plate and he chortled before digging in again. You gazed around the table, smiling, content as could be. Gratitude. Thankful. Those were the two words that repeated themselves over and over in your head as you watched your family eat the food you’d cooked for them, even when Violet insisted that Ben had still cheated in Mario Kart, her father told her to let it go, and both agreed to a rematch right after dinner. 

This is what you’d wanted back when you gave Ben your ultimatum, but never in a million years did you think you’d actually get to have it. Thankful indeed.     

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Being awash in these memories, you failed to notice that a tear was making its way down Ben’s cheek until it fell near your hairline when he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. You didn’t really feel anything that wasn’t pain or cold, except for him. Even his tears were warm. So warm.

“Not sure how, baby,” he answered you, smiling, his eyes wet. “I always have them on you.”

You couldn’t help but smile in return at your familiar exchange. That smile fell, though, when you heard what he said next.

“I’m gonna get him. I promise you that.”

You could see the faint edges of Soldier Boy peeking through as you saw your husband’s green eyes harden in an all-too familiar fashion. You slowly shook your head, even that tiny movement causing you pain. “I don’t want that. I want you and Vi to be safe.”

He looked as if he wanted to argue but thought better of it. Instead, his eyes softened once more and he gave you a nod. “Okay, baby.”

You and Ben had been walking through town, buying last minute Christmas presents. Ben wanted to order them online and avoid the crowds, but you wanted to take a walk, breathing in the fresh air and be imbued with the Christmas spirit that permeated the town. Ben had begrudgingly indulged you and you enjoyed yourself as you bought gifts for Violet, her fiancee, and you even managed to sneak one for Ben when you’d sent him to ask the guy manning the stand in the outdoor market for a price on an item. The woman from the stand next door had just bagged your gift when you noticed a young man walking through the market, commanding everyone’s attention. He had a suit on with a cape so it was obvious he was a Supe and he was looking for something or someone. His eyes flickered in Ben’s direction, who had his back to him, and a dangerous smile formed on his face. Within seconds, you recognized him. He was the Supe you had seen on TV a few years back, though he’d been wearing a different suit then and he wasn’t nearly as bulked up as he was now. He was the one who had been saying he would hunt Soldier Boy down to kill him. You quickly glanced back at Ben who was completely unaware, involved in the discussion he was having with the older man. You saw the Supe’s eyes begin to glow and you knew what would happen before it did. 

You dropped everything in your hands and ran as fast as you could towards Ben, yelling his name. He glanced up at you, his brows furrowed, and he tensed seeing your expression. It was mere moments that passed before you were in front of him and you felt a lava-hot feeling erupting from your insides, making you scream. 

You fell to the ground and you watched as Ben went to catch you but was forced to let you fall when he looked up to see more lasers coming his way. He moved out of the way just in time. As you lay, unable to move, hearing some of the sounds of battle all around you and people screaming and stampeding out of the market while your ears were still ringing, you prayed to whoever was listening that your husband won and that he and your daughter would be safe. 

It wasn’t until you heard something that sounded like a jet taking off into the sky and saw Ben’s boots come to a stop in front of you that you realized he had survived. You nearly cried at the sight of those worn work boots that you kept urging him to replace. He managed to roll you over though you cried out in pain as he did and he settled you onto his lap, his eyes wide as he took in your injuries. Not only could you feel how bad it was, but you could also see it on his face. It was a miracle you were somehow still alive, able to talk even, but you didn’t have long. You didn’t need to be a doctor to know that the rapidly-spreading cold wasn’t a good thing. Your hands and arms were practically numb at this point. And you thought cancer would be the one you’d have to worry about showing up.

“Make sure you take care of Vi. She’s going to need you,” you urged him.

He gave you another nod. “You know I will.”

“And don’t let that asshole find her.”

His jaw tightened and his eyes hardened again. “He won’t.” You knew what that meant but not having much energy left, you could only hope that when he thought back to this moment, he remembered what you had told him you wanted. 

It worried you a little when he picked up your hand and kissed your palm that not only could you not feel it, but your hand looked the palest you’d ever seen it, even during chemo. 

More tears rolled down your cheeks but you made sure to look up at him. You had no idea how much time you had left but you needed to tell him, you needed him to know. “Tell Vi that I love her and I’m so proud of her.” And you were. Inspired by what had happened to you years back, she became a doctor, specifically an oncologist. She was determined to find a cure and in the meantime, help people who had gotten some of the worst news of their lives. “And, Ben.. Thank you for our life together. Thank you for our daughter. Thank you for everything.”

You could see his eyes beginning to glisten once more and he compulsively swallowed. “I should be thanking you for that.”

“You made the decision to walk away. If you hadn’t…”

“It was an easy decision.”

You tried to give him a smile that probably came out more of a grimace. “No, it wasn’t. But I’m thankful you made it.”

He leaned down to press another kiss to your forehead before staring into your eyes. “I’m thankful for you.”

You tried to smile wider but instead a cough erupted out of you and you could feel something wet on your lip. Ben gently swiped his thumb across it, moving it out of your sight, and a slight panic set in when you realized you could barely feel the action. “Ben,” you croaked. “I’m so cold.” You could barely feel the pain anymore and it felt as if someone had turned on an A/C inside you at full blast and the icy air was making its way up to your head. 

Ben attempted to give you a familiar smile. “Then I’ll warm you up, doll.” You heard the breaks in his voice but when he leaned down to kiss you, you let him, taking comfort in the familiar show of affection. You breathed through your nose and you relaxed, feeling the last bit of warmth that was infused into your lips.

Ben stayed there long after you took your last breath, long after you went limp. He knew you were gone but a small irrational part of him told himself that if he just kept trying to chase the cold away for you, he might somehow succeed. But ultimately, as he knew it wouldn’t, it didn’t work. He lifted his head and stared down at you, silently willing you to open your eyes. When you didn’t, more tears fell down his bearded cheeks and a sob tore out of his throat that he had no idea was there waiting to escape. “Baby,” he choked out, shaking you as gently as he could, still mindful of your wounds. But still, nothing. Then he said the words he’d always struggled to give voice to, thinking if nothing else would bring you back, this might. “I love you,” he let out in a broken whisper against your lips. When that didn’t work either, he knew that was it and subsequently broke down, rocking you tenderly in his arms as he buried his face in your neck while his shoulders shook. For the first time ever since becoming a Supe, Soldier Boy cried and didn’t care who saw it or knew about it. He ignored the cries of people looking for their loved ones, he ignored the police cars showing up and the sirens of the fire trucks on their way, he ignored people clamoring around the site asking what happened or trying to help others — he ignored them all. All he focused on was you. You had knowingly put yourself in front of those lasers to save him. …And now you were gone.

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[secretivemessenger]

HAPPY 100-500!!

im super happy for you! congratulations <3 heard that reqs were open to celebrate soo... thought i'd put in a req!

Just absolute brat bottom Oikawa, super rude and snarky until he'd alone with y/n. Being punished for what he'd been doing all day and him begging for release, but he refuses to use his safeword. Definitely gets spanked and begs to be eaten out, to cum. Once y/n allows him to he just overstims himself immediately from how much he cums, poor thing would be a sobbing mess, covered in his own cum. y/n might even humiliate him by calling Iwaizumi and putting the phone to his ear, telling him to cancel their plans for tomorrow's study session while he destroys his ass.

It'd be super cool if you use this!! again, congratulations!

Brat Taming

Bottom oikawa x top male reader

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Toxic relationship?! Rough sex! Overstimulation! Sex toys! Humiliation! Not edited! Poorly written!

Your lover oikawa toru is the most annoying person you’ve ever dated , ever since you met him in high school till the both of you entered college , his personality stayed the same

He’s the most ego filled person you know , every time you think he would change for the best he always manage to prove you wrong , it’s like he’s becoming worse and worse

You try to have a nice and cool conversation with him but he always end up making it about himself , you try to have a simple lovely date with him but he always manage to mess it up

he’s the most narcissistic man ever , he always tends to embarrass you infront of his friends to make them think he’s funny somehow , always seeking the attention of others

It’s like his mind is set on pissing you off , despite everything he does your still with him which makes you more angry than you already are , it makes you want to just grab his throat

But you keep everything inside and stay quiet , until you snapped one day , you tried to talk to him about his behavior but all he did was ignoring you , and he had the audacity to call iwazumi to tell him to include him in their study session , you just couldn’t stay quiet anymore

“FuHWah… please m’sorry” loud cries is all oikawa could mutter out , the way you rock your hips against his makes him lose his mind , your hard thrusts rearranging his insides , No matter how much he begged it just made you speed up your movements , your too deep inside him his little tummy’s plugging

You’ve been at this for a long while now fucking him dumb , going in and out of him , hitting his prostate with every thrust , his face coved in tears his voice Horace

He would’ve came a long time ago if it wasn’t for the cock ring stopping him , his cock is purple being denied for such a long time , and the pleasure he felt increased more when you strapped a vibrator to his cock , It felt so good it’s painful

he had it coming for him , he knew his behavior would make you angry but he didn’t know it would be like this , his tummy stuffed full with your cum as all he did is beg for his release

Midway you drilling his puffed hole his phone rang , he wanted to ignore it but you took it and answered it for him , he looked terrified when you showed him who it was , and even more terrified when he heard the voices from the phone

“Yo oikawa where are you , your awfully late” iwazumis voice could be heard through the phone , oikawa felt time stopped all he could think about is what his childhood friend would think of him

He wanted to stay quiet but your hips continued moving violently it’s felt unbearable , he couldn’t hold back his voice , and the next thing he knows is moans spelling out of his mouth instead of words

He can hear the gasp’s from the other line but he just couldn’t shut up , it gave you so much pride to have the infamous oikawa like this under you , you just want to make him cry even more

You pulled the vibrator from his cock and pulled the ring off making him cum with the loudest scream , “Oi… O-oikawa” the shaky voice off iwazumi could be heard , the feeling of humiliation was so overwhelming

You could only smile looking at him cumming uncontrollably , you threw the phone next to his head with the call still on and sped up your thrusts , having him cum on himself over and over again , and making sure iwazumi could hear every little cry he let out

This will teach him a lesson to not be a brat

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[crackslashers101]

PISS KINK FOR RZ MIKEY, JASON, VINCENT, TOMMY, BILLY, AND BRAHMS??

Authors’ Note:

 We don’t usually do 7 slashers because our max is 5 at most, but we felt generous, since we already planned to do watersports next. We didn’t know which Billy you wanted, so we ended up doing both of the Billy’s for you. You really got spoiled today anon so eat up (in this case quite literally ;3) and enjoy! -  💙 & 💚

Water sports HC’s (GN Reader) 18+ MINORS DNI

!!!WARNING: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!

Piss kink/Watersports (urolagnia or urophilia): becoming excited or turned on by the thought, sight, taste or feel of urine.

RZ Michael Myers

Piss wouldn't be on Michaels top turn ons; however, if you’re into it then he would reconsider in respects to you. 

You would have to catch him on a VERY good day to do it but, even then, it’ll be incredibly hard to persuade him. 

You’d have to secretly plan it beforehand, consume gallons of water, and then convince his poor, clueless soul to get in bed and have sexy time with you.

Midway through fucking you, you would have to orgasm so incredibly hard that you piss yourself on the sheets as he is still inside of you.

Michael will be very shocked and pause before finding himself more turned on than he imagined. (He will punish you a bit later for dragging him into your kink unknowingly.)

You have opened a new world to him and he is now more willing to explore your piss kink with you.

Michael would not appreciate having you piss on him or him having to piss on you, but he would not mind it if it happened on the sheets. 

Michael will be considerate enough to help you with cleaning yourself up and the sheets afterward. 

Jason Voorhees

Similarly, Jason would not consider himself interested in piss kinks until he met you. 

You would have to persuade him heavily into going through with it but, once you have, his whole world would change for the better and the worst.

Jason would be more willing to have you piss on him, since he would be concerned about too much of his piss getting all over you. (After all, he is a big man with an even bigger bladder and an even bigger dick.)

He would also be concerned by the fact that your piss kink is new territory for him so he would much prefer you to take charge. 

When you manage to convince and encourage Jason enough to piss on you, he will enjoy it to the point that he would debate with you on who pisses next when it comes to sexy time. 

He will piss ALL over you. Whether it is on your face, body, or feet. ITS EVERYWHERE. 

You will end up using one of each other’s piss as lube.

Jason will be very kind and loving during the aftercare and will ensure you both are clean along with your soiled sheets. 

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent would not be interested in your piss kink whatsoever; however, he will put up with it for your sake.

He was very shocked when you first brought it up to him and it would completely blow out any plans or discussion you guys were going to have.

Vincent would only do it because he must love the hell out of you. There would be a very long discussion about having it in the bedroom beforehand.

He would only allow your piss kink to take place during special occasions such as your birthday, your anniversary, holidays, etc. 

On those special occasions, Vincent would expect you to be in charge entirely because he would refuse to piss on you and it is your idea. 

Vincent will allow you to enjoy yourself completely since your piss obsession would only be allowed on rare occasions. 

You should use the moment to the fullest and piss on him anywhere you want and in any way or position you want. (He is your pissy bitch for the night)

You may also be able to convince him to consume a lot of water and give him a blowjob to suck the piss right out of him with a mixture of both his semen and piss. 

Vincent will sigh after the session is over but help you with the clean up. 

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas would be very unwilling at first but then his curiosity would get the best of him and he’ll agree to it. 

You will have to do some gentle, light pissing on him so he could get feel for it and then it’s almost like you awoke something.

He will eat you out while you piss and continue to do it through your orgasm. 

Thomas would very much enjoy you peeing on his face.

Ride his face while you piss in his mouth and you're never leaving the bed. It’s all over.

On rough days, he would definitely like to piss on you and fuck you until you couldn’t walk afterwards.

After he realizes he very much enjoys being pissed on, he would probably force you to drink a few gallons of water before having sexy time to make sure both of you get a good experience. ;)

Nevertheless, even if he does enjoy sitting in the bed covered in piss, he would definitely want a shower as soon as possible and will carry you to the bathroom.

Billy Loomis

Billy would immediately be on the offense about it and would down right shut the conversation. (He would be a bit grossed out about it)

You would have to have been in a very long-term relationship with him because he would dump you on the spot if you were barely dating for a while.

He would require you to strike a deal with him because he would not be interested in entertaining your piss kink whatsoever. 

It must be an extremely beneficial and appealing idea for him to even consider it. 

When he does agree to it, he will only be willing to finger you while you piss.

He may even lick his fingers just to tease you when he sees how turned on you are.  

When it is all over, he will definitely not be loving nor attentive to you whatsoever. He will only care about getting cleaned ASAP even if you only pissed on his hand. 

Billy Lenz

Billy would not need to hear another word from you after you mention having a piss kink to him. 

He may even be compelled to do it on spot with you and drag you to the bedroom to do it.

He would prefer to piss on you but, if he is in a good mood, he will allow you to piss on him every once in a while. 

You should expect to be degraded HEAVILY as he pisses anywhere on you, including in your mouth. ;)

He will spell his name out on your back with his piss so please enjoy the warm golden shower of his piss covering you.

At some point you will ride his face pissing on him and he would jerk off while you’re doing it. 

Neither of you should leave the bed knowing whose piss is on either of you. 

Aftercare would be soft since he would be thankful that you were open to him and willing to do this in the bedroom with him. Billy would hold you tight before expecting you to go help clean the both of you. 

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms would either cry when you bring up the idea of pissing in the bedroom or be highly intrigued to try it out.

You’d have to explain a lot on how watersports are in the bedroom for him to be more willing and confident enough to try it. 

He would prefer pissing on you rather than having you piss on him so expect him to whip his dick out on you immediately. 

Brahms would have sex with you first but, when he realizes he is close to cumming, he will hover over you with his dick close to your face and jerk off until he ends up pissing and cumming all over you. 

If you had no plans on leaving the bedroom and desire for another round, licking a bit of the semen and piss on your face will get him hard again. 

If you catch him on a good day or after enough experience of pissing in the bedroom, he will allow you to occasionally piss on his body and he may even lick bit of it if it gets on his face.

Brahms would find out he enjoys watersports much more than he expected and will allow it to take place more often.

Brahms would expect you to handle the cleaning of the sheets, but he’ll help you if you need any cleaning material handed to you and will follow you to shower together in the bathroom. 

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[imliterallyjustablackgirl]

Please, let not this convo take us away from real things - My favorites ships

I must admit I am so confused about this discourse overall, but I think I understood both sides, I think. The Bear is quite recent, TVD not so much. The Bear just started, there's YET to see what's in stock and I am SO excited to share my thoughts here and see y'all thoughts as well. TVD has been a thing - it has books- it is a fantasy world - it is built with the idea that anything can happen and creature of the night. The Bear is about finedining world - Carmy, Syd, his family, the Bear family,etc. Bonnie was the only black female AT ALL(everyone else were getting offed). Syd is the only black female, we actively see. So, the comment about hating Marcus doesn't work, because there are other black people in the show. Not in TVD. No negros were in Paris, they were all dead and buried. I am genuinely so confused. Both identities will impact their interaction with the world - the real and their characters. You are telling me Sydney, our Sydney wasn't impact by all the yelling the restau- industry. Being yelled by men, Being yelled by white men. Who aren't Carmy. Who didn't apologize. The expectation of more from black characters and for them to just be thankful to be there is another thing I won't touch- but like I want more for Syd than to be just another Bonnie Bennett or another Abbie Mills because Carmy has already failed our girl. Imagine you get to work, asked to take on a new role, trusted to do so just to be yelled at by Richie, who is having a mid fucking 40's crisis, rambling about system. Be for real. I'll only speak on this once, because quite frankly I'm still confused on were to start or stop. I am a black viewer. A black female viewer. When I saw Carmy yell at Syd about her mistake, it brought me back to TVD's where Bonnie wasn't allowed to make mistakes. Because being yelled at as a black person and mostly as a black woman with the ANGRY black woman stereotype in the air- is different if let's say if Elena was yelled at or humor me- Claire would have been yelled at. I knew when Carmy asked her ''Chef we good'' that sis was in fact NOT GOOD. In the real world, it happens. You do not want to be the angry black woman who yells back. Like, an example that comes to mind it's like comments critizing Syd about her mistake with the ticket machine ( which post that follows will be about this). Sydcarmy is so good because it is so close to friends to lovers. Bamon is literally so hot because it's enemy to lovers. More like enemies -friends then lovers. We have convo about the ship being canon so much, I just cannot grasp that there would be a convo about another ship were shippers were gaslit, called slurs and what not. That wouldn't some Sydcarmies go- damn, it has happened already, let's not like reproduce that. Let's not foster that here because it has already started like most Bear fans on Reddits are racists. Idk if some of you get my point. Sydney has the opportunity to have depth because it is given to her. To the point where Ayo even has the opportunity to direct some episodes. (mad excitinnnnng!) Bonnie is a witch, from a powerful coven. She was used a plot device to kill and torture. A literal pocket witch. The equivalent of a human lighter. When the actress who worked and is a singer-dancer and literal artist asked to sing in the show she was refused. Both white actors could, only one of them was a singer - he hadn't even in the show for 5 years and the actress wasn't a singer (correct me if wrong).

Fantasy can be changed, like racism..didn't have to exist in the show or to be a thing, right. Julie Plec made it a thing, she was avoidant of literally talking about slaves, which Bonnie's witch ancestors were.It would have been a wonderful opportunity to explore the depth of things such as voodo or hoodo in that case-. Like Bonnie Bennett, was robbed of true potential.

I don't want that to happen, knowing that racism IS a real thing, the Bear IS in a form of real world ( despite me loving all the time-space talk of @unladyboss) and AYO is a real person so is KAT. I like to share my thoughts here and I like to hear from you guys as well, I refuse to think that some of you will keep it surface level because it is the same thing we reproach other platforms and use to explain why we ran here.

#sydcarmy #bamon #i feel like my parents are fighting infront of me #dear god ;w;

[becca-e-barnes]

No because Becca I love the concept of a huge scary beefy man who’s a switch. Because one moment he’s under you begging to let him cum and make his mommy full and the next he’s grabbing your hips from behind making sure to pin your body down with his weight as he pounds into like an animal in heat

Oooooh yes, I love this!! But I love kind of imagining there's a breaking point? Like they're subby up until something makes them switch

This really makes me think of a switch Bucky though. The way he'd mumble and whimper and beg but you're still refusing to let him cum.

He's so fucking subby under you, whining as you ride him. He doesn't really even know what to do with his hands because he needs them everywhere at once. "Oh God please let me cum. I need it, fuck please." He sobs, a little more frantic than he wants to be.

"No amount of whining is going to change my mind, baby boy." You coo, holding his face in your hand and slowing down to a sultry grind of your hips. He's so frustrated by that answer because he sounded overly pathetic this time and he really thought that would do it for you.

"It's for the best, sweetheart. I know you think I'm just being harsh but I promise it's for good reason." His interest would've been piqued if his head wasn't so damn cloudy with need and lust, his hands now settling on your hips because he needs you to move them faster again.

"But mommy, I wanna fill you. W-wanna cum inside you and make a mess. I need it, mommy. Fuck, please." He's so gone, rutting against you as much as he can, trying to fuck himself into you a little more frantically than you're allowing him to.

"I took my birth control a little late this morning, honey. Just want to be on the safe side." You whisper and oh God, that's it for him.

"Oh fuck." He grunts, barely even taking a breath before flipping you over, positioning you on your hands and knees and slipping back inside you with a growl. "You're telling me there's a tiny chance of making you a mommy tonight? I could fill this pretty little desperate cunt and have you full of me? Mhm, that sounds nice, doesn't it baby?" He can hardly control himself, fucking you relentlessly, taking what he needs. He knows you won't be able to answer him. All the questions just make you stupid because he's rubbing right against your sweet spot and there's nothing you can do to hold your orgasm back.

"This is what you wanted, wasn't it mommy? You wanted this all along." He's taunting you now, pointing out just how little it took for you to go subby for him.

"Could m-make you a daddy." You stutter, clinging to the sheets, wishing you hadn't used Bucky to give yourself so many orgasms earlier now that you're so overstimulated.

"Oh sweetheart, you're gonna." He smirks, pressing you down by the small of your back. He knows he's going to pull out and finish exactly where he has his hand pressed right now. The risk is fun and exciting and you're both so into it but he's still responsible enough to know it's not a great idea right now.

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #I've been so worked up recently?? #can't tell if I need a back massage #or just to get some #im oversharing but what's new #I've been sitting in the garden just writing today #listening to a lil t.swift and thinking about the fact I'm so in need of something really filthy and intimate and passionate?? #would be nice 😏 #I listen to dress and illicit affairs and I can't stop thinking about one person in particular #it's so silly god

[oxenfreeao3]

The following is excerpted from Saltwater on AO3

She might have left her cell a little sooner if she hadn't been so convinced it was all just a sick joke. 

Staring at the floor, Vi clenched her hands and teeth and counted. She went up to five, stopped, and then up to five again, waiting for guards to come pouring around the corner. 

They didn't.

When she finally slunk out from behind the bars, she more-than-half-expected to see something blunt cut an arc through the air and crack into her skull. 

That didn’t happen, either.

Instead, all she saw were the shadowed outlines of one bully-bodied warden and one enforcer in formal blues. Both of them were walking away from her. 

Only one stopped to look back. 

As Vi caught up with her, the enforcer turned and fell into stride alongside her. Which, even on its own, was pretty fucking bizarre. Then, she matched Vi’s pace, slowing when she slowed, allowing her to keep some distance between herself and the big man pounding the floor up ahead. That was even weirder. She only pulled out in front when Vi stopped several feet from the elevator, refusing to move closer. The warden was leaning against the wall beside the call button, waiting.

He stared at her. She stared at his club. He had it propped up in front of him like a cane, the end notched against his boot. It tipped heavily to the left and to the right, from one hand to the other. Vi tracked the motion with her eyes. 

They stood like that, the three of them—warden, enforcer, and whatever the fuck she was, now—until the elevator stopped on their level and scraped open. The warden moved first.

Vi grounded her weight on her back foot as he pushed himself upright, the end of his club kicking towards her. It hit the concrete with a clang and she forced her flinch into the floor. He caught it anyway. Knew her too well. With a smarmy snort, he sucked back some phlegm and turned towards the enforcer.

He changed his face. Touching his hat, he rolled over his fat gut into a bow. 

“After you,” he said, waving a hand into the lift.

The enforcer didn’t budge. She lifted her chin.

"No. Thank you.” She reset her clipboard with a snap. “We'll take the next one." 

Vi's ears pricked. Her eyes shot sideways. 

Interesting, she thought.

Somebody doesn’t like the warden.

The warden didn’t seem to notice. 

"Suit yourself,” he said. He shouldered into the elevator. The car sank under his weight. Punching in his floor, he pointed the end of his club at Vi. “Better stay sharp, though, missy. This one bites."

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Didn’t sound like she planned to.

The doors rattled on their tracks, squealing shut with a bang. Vi stared at their rust-eaten surface, the image of the warden’s club still burning a dark line across her retinas. She didn’t unwind her fists until the lift jolted on its cables, carrying its pig-eared cargo up and away.

She and the enforcer were left alone. They stood side-by-side in the dim, rumbling hiss of the cellblock. Immediately, the sounds of solitary closed up around them. Water dripped down off the pipeworks. Steam sloughed up out of the floor. Somewhere, deep in the bowels of the prison, a sump growled to life, guzzling seawater. Twitching, Vi sucked a canine to cut the silence. She turned. 

"You stupid or something?"

The response was clipped. "Excuse me?"

Vi shoved a shoulder towards her ear and gestured, half with her hand, half with her elbow. "You're really gonna get in that thing? With me? Alone?"

The enforcer looked at her sidelong, head tilting. She arched an eyebrow. "Perhaps you’d prefer to take the stairs?" 

Vi felt a muscle tic beside her nose. 

"Alright, don't get cute,” she leered, hooking her thumbs into her stripes. Rearranging her face around a snarl, she pulled her posture into a challenge.

The enforcer just stared at her, inert. 

Then, without a word, she leaned forward and hit the call button. 

Vi deflated.

Dropping into a slouch, she resettled her weight. She gave the enforcer a once-over. Then a twice-over. Then a third when it struck her that she was genuinely—if reluctantly—curious. 

“You're not afraid I'm gonna hurt you?"

"No. Not really."

Vi huffed, facing forward again. "Got it," she said, “so you are stupid."

The enforcer didn’t say anything. She just drew in a breath, closed her eyes, and sighed. Her arms fell away from her body. Vi caught a glimpse of the papers on her clipboard. The photo of some pale, dead-eyed kid stared back at her from the front page. Me, she realized, and the sudden recognition made her flinch. Tugging her hands out of her uniform, she sniffed and looked down, pressing a thumb into her wrist. 

Somewhere above them, the elevator offloaded its counterweights and began to scream back down through the subfloors.

"What good would it do you?”

Vi stiffened. "What?"

Blue eyes drifted over to study her.

"To hurt me,” the enforcer clarified, “What good would it do you?” 

She asked the question as if it answered itself. It kinda did. Vi pressed harder into her wrist. The elevator rumbled to a stop in its shaft and the doors squealed open. 

The enforcer stepped into the lift. “Let's go."

Vi didn’t move. She could see inside the elevator and decided she didn’t like how it looked. 

Too familiar. 

"You mentioned stairs?" she snarked.

"I was being sarcastic."

"Uh-huh. Which way?"

The elevator doors began to close. The enforcer put up her arms, forcing them back open.

"To where?"

"To the stairs,” Vi snapped. She rolled her neck. Cracked it. “C’mon, keep up.”

"Are you—” the doors tried to close again, “it's forty floors."

"I don't ca—" 

The words hit. Vi froze.

"Wait, what?" She tried to fix her face but it was too late. She'd already been caught. The enforcer was frowning at her. Strange look. Weird eyes.

"Did—”

The doors bucked a third time and an alarm began to sound.

Scoffing in annoyance, the enforcer leaned back and smacked something on the interior wall of the lift. The elevator shuddered, clunked, and settled. The doors ground to a halt, halfway open. She stood between them and turned to finish her thought.

“—did you not know that?"

No. 

Vi felt a dark, yawning sensation spin up her legs into her stomach. 

No, she hadn’t known that. 

Fuck. 

Subfloor 40. 

She turned, numb, and stared back at the row of cages. 

They’d never put her this far down before. They never put anyone this far down. Weren’t supposed to, anyway. The cellblocks, they…they weren’t fully finished, didn’t even have numbers, because—

She swallowed. 

—because the emergency sumps only kicked on once a flood hit Subfloor 39.

Something black and viscous washed into her chest and hit its high water mark. Odd, then, that her mouth was so dry. Her pulse soared.

…how many times had the prison flooded last month?

"Hey."

The word brought her back around again. To that face. That expression. All angles and arrogance. So haughty. So bossy, and—

—and, god. Something else. Something that made Vi feel fucking illiterate.

“Are you coming or not?”

Fuck you.

Vi looked at the lift, looked at the enforcer, then bit her tongue and thought of Powder.

"Whatever. Move over."

The enforcer stepped backwards into the elevator to let her pass, but not fast enough to avoid being shoved aside.

#arcane #arcane fanfic #fic #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #piltoversfinest #caitvi #violyn #caitlyn kiramman #vi #SaltwaterAO3

[lust-for-celebs]

Poorly written lilsimsie smut below. Non-Con.

Lilsimsie sat at her desk playing The Sims 4 and chatting with her audience. She took a moment to look at her viewer count. 550. A lot. She wasn’t doing anything to special, but it was a Saturday.

The game just wasn’t going how she wanted. She was struggling to balance out her sims needs, and she was starting to get frustrated as they would do things seemingly at random that prevented them from fulfilling their needs.

“No, what are you doing? Just go to bed!” She let out a sigh of frustration as her main sim yet again got up to argue with another. She looked at chat.

“What are you getting so mad for? It’s just a game.”

Normally, Kayla tried to hold back at least somewhat, but her frustration had been building for some time now, “What are you complaining for? I’m just getting mad at a game.”

Behind her, just out of shot, _______ sat stroking his cock. He was harder than he had ever been before. He couldn’t believe it. The lilsimsie. The cutie whose voice guided him to sleep on many a night. She was so adorable and got him rock hard without even trying, and now, she was right there. He had managed to find her house and the door wasn’t even locked. He just let himself in.

He wasn’t sure when to act. After stream would allow more freedom to take his time, but during would allow him to surprise her and her fans. Though, still, he could just leak out pictures either way. Both would be a surprise.

Ultimately, he made his choice not based off logic but because he just couldn’t wait any longer.

He walked on screen.

The chat exploded.

“Who’s that?”

“WTF?!?”

“BEHIND YOU!”

Kayla was distracted by the game, “And I just don’t get why they refuse to do the one thing I’m trying to get them to do.”

_______ got closer still stroking himself. He looked at her. She was wearing a red sweater and blue jeans. She was so cute. He needed this.

Finally, feeling something behind her, she began to turn around. On the way, she caught a glimpse of chat and of her camera showing a man behind her.

She tried to scream, but her mouth was quickly filled with the stranger’s cock. The scream was muffled and only accomplished giving her rapist more pleasure from the vibrations as forced his member further down her throat.

He moaned and groaned as she began to gag and choke. He’d barely gotten halfway when she began to tear up and push again his thighs. He slammed his fist down on the back of her head and she dropped her hands as she whined in pain. He held her in place as he changed her stream to show only her facecam. Once the camera took up the entire screen, he turned his attention back to her.

Finally, he pulled back. That gave her some relief before he thrusted back in deeper. A few more thrusts and he had buried his cock all the way inside. Kayla continued to cry as her nose was pushed against his crotch, tongue was pushed down by the stranger’s penis, and her chin felt heavy under the weight of his balls.

The smell and taste was enough to make her mind hazy. She felt dizzy as the throbbing meat pushed down and invaded her throat.

_______ felt his cum building up. He needed to decide where to cum. On her face or in her mouth? He’d probably have enough for both, but he could post a picture of her cum covered face later.

For now, he gave few more long strokes. “Fuck, show your fans what a good little cocksucker you are.” Finally, he stopped as strings of cum shot into Kayla’s stomach. He pulled back just enough to get a few spurts in her mouth.

The taste hit her. It was strong and salty-sweet. LilSimsie hated it, and she hated that she liked it. Her tongue instinctively reached out and licked the tip to clean it off and get just a bit more.

_______ pulled out with a pop. “Not too skilled. Guess you don’t do that too often? Or maybe just not used to the size? At least you used your tongue at the end. We’ll work on that.”

Kayla was too dazed to react or respond. She heard the words and felt the wet cock against her face and hand running through her hair, but her mind was still too much of a mess to say anything or speak.

The taste, the smell, the feeling of complete loss of control. Thoughts of her stream watching. Who is this? Why is this happening? Is she alone? Will anyone help? Why did she lick it? What’s wrong with her?

The next thing she felt was her body being lifted. _______ bent her over her desk and positioned her so she would face her chat and her facecam would get a good view of her expressions. He then made it so the stream would be entirely her facecam and pulled down her pants.

“Wait, stop!” Kayla had finally managed to speak, “Don’t do this, please!” Tears flowed as she begged to just be left alone. “I’ll give you whatever you want! Just don’t-“

Smack.

“Oww!”

_______’s hand came down on her ass hard.

“The more you ask me not to, the rougher I’m going to be.”

Her sobs increased in volume, and he felt like he was growing harder with every unintelligible muttering from the terrified woman in front of him.

“What a cute pair of panties. Pink with teddie bears.” He pulled her away and turned her around so her ass would be sticking out pointed towards the camera.

Those watching got a nice look at the view of her round little rounded ass. It pushed against the panties, and the pale skin shined red where she had been spanked. The light dusting of freckles, the pink, red, and white of cloth and skin, wet spot on her panties, and the wetness running down her legs.

_______ reached over and lightly slapped her ass. He grabbed one both sides of the panties and pinched them in to show both cheeks in their entirety. Then, he lifted it up and pulled it to side to let the viewers see her leaking, sopping wet pussy uncovered.

At this point, Kayla saw and opportunity to run, and she tried to push away and head to her door. But she couldn’t move too quickly. She couldn’t move fast enough to get away. The pants around her knees began to fall around her ankles, she was still dizzy, and _______ was just to close.

He grabbed her by the hair the moment she pushed away and turned her around.

“You shouldn’t have done that, bitch.”

He slammed her upper body down on her desk. Kayla continued struggling, but he grabs her hands and held them behind her back. He then raised his other hand high and brought it down harder than before.

One smack. “Ow!” Two smacks. “Ouch!” Three smacks. “Please! Stop!” Four smacks. “Stop, please!”

He kept spanking her. Each spank punctuated by a scream of pain. _______ alternated between each cheek. After about a minute of this he finally stopped.

The previously pale white ass shined a bright red, and Kayla was crying. Tears ran down her face as she watched the viewer count go up. She couldn’t believe it. Hundreds of people all watching her be raped. Her rape was being watched and maybe recorded.

_______ on the other hand was throbbing. He rubbed the tip of his penis against her entrance, and she let out one more final quiet plea. “Please don’t.”

He pushed in. She screamed.

Her cunt was wet, warm, and tight. It hugged him so very nicely. Every inch brought another moan. Every inch made Kayla struggle. Each struggle made him harder. He pulled back about half way in. He left only the tip inside and thrusted again. This time he forced it in all the way.

“AAAAHHHHHHHH Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

This time he didn’t stop. Each thrust he made sure to be as rough as possible. The cute LilSimsie swearing further acted as encouragement to go as deep and rough as possible. His hips met her ass making a smacking sound as Kayla continued to moan in a forced pleasure she hated.

Tears continued to fall as she barely managed to focus on her view count. 2.5K. No. No, no, no. She began to cry again at how many were watching her be violated. “Stop. Please— oh fuck! Stop.”

Whether she was begging her rapist or her viewers to stop, she didn’t know. All she knew was she wanted it to stop. The pain. The humiliation. It was all to much.

_______ reached his hand up her sweater and began to pinch a nipple. “No bra? Dirty little slut.”

Kayla continued to cry unable to respond, so _______ pushed her sweater up and played with her breasts with one hand and her clit with the other.

“Why isn’t the stream going down?”

“Take it down already!”

“Call the cops! Where does she live?”

“Fuck her good. Fuck her hard.”

“Why is this happening?

“Holy shit. Is this real?”

“I wish that was me.”

“At least we don’t have to listen to her talk now.”

Kayla watched the chat zoom by. She caught words of encouragement and wishes to help, but she also saw so many that were happy she was going through this. Why? Why would anyone want this to happen to her? Just make it stop.

_______ raised his hand from her breasts to her neck. He grabbed her hard and raised her up. Her upper body was shown letting those watching see her cute chest gently bouncing with each thrust.

_______ looked down at her into her eyes. Her tears kept falling and she was wearing a broken expression. She looked so different from what she usually did. She’d likely never be the same again. He spit on her and pushed her back down.

“I’m about to cum. I’m gonna fucking cum inside you. You want that? My cum deep inside you?”

This seemed to wake her from her stupor. “No! Please no! You can’t.”

"I can, and I will. Unless…”

“Please! Anything but that!”

“Beg me to cum in your ass. Beg me to fill your ass and not your cunt.”

“No, please no!”

“Do it. Unless you want to risk getting pregnant with my baby. My kid.”

“…”

_______’s thrust kept on and up. As consistent as when first started, and Kayla’s moans were growing louder as she found it harder to control herself.

Fuck, she hated how much she was enjoying it. Hated how her rapist was making her feel. She hated herself for giving in. Hated nearly orgasming the moment he had spit on her.

This whole experience was awful, and yet, she couldn’t stop enjoying it. She’d never been fucked like this before. Never been fucked this good. Her husband was okay. He could make love, but he could never fuck, claim, and conquer her like this.

His hands on her breasts, the pressure on her neck, the pain of her ass. It was too much. The humiliation of looking at her viewer count and seeing it at over 4K broke her. It pushed her over the edge.

_______ could feel it. Her walls contracted and constricted his member so perfectly. Fuck, he almost came right then and there. The soft wetness tried to milk him, but he kept moving.

“Fucking whore. You’re cumming from being raped.”

“N-no I-I’m n-n-no-ah ah ah!”

“I guess you want it in your cunt then.”

“No, please cum in my butt.”

“Uh uh. Ask me to fuck it too. And since you waited to so long and came first before me, tell your fans what a dirty slut you are.”

Kayla hated this. Yet every word shamefully excited her.

“Please fuck my ass. Cum inside it. I’m a slut, and I need you to fill my ass.”

“Look at the camera.”

Kayla looks up. She stares into the camera. In the corner of her eye she sees it. 10K viewers. Fuck.

“Fuck that cunt!”

“Finally! Always hated that bitch.”

“Cum inside that bitch!”

“Getting used for the one thing she’s good for.”

“She’s actually tolerable like this.”

“Give us another shot of her ass.”

“Let us see her tits again.”

“Think he’ll cum before this stream gets taken down?”

They were… enjoying this? People were watching her suffer. People were watching her be raped, and they were enjoying it. Why did this happen to her?

He was going to cum. She had to make a choice. Either risk a pregnancy with her rapist’s baby or degrade herself in front of an audience that enjoyed seeing her be raped.

“Please… fuck my ass. Shove your big cock into my tight little asshole. I need it. Fuck my ass.” She looked at the camera. “I’m a dirty little whore. I need this. I’m stupid, slutty waste of space. This is all I’m good for so fuck my tight little asshole please!”

“Didn’t know you needed it that badly. Well, you were a bit too late, but I’ll be sure to fuck your ass next.”

“No! But you said—“

With one final push, _______ came. He was buried balls deep, and he only made small thrusts to make sure he got it all out as deep as he could. Ropes of cum shot for what felt like minutes.

Kayla could feel each of throb of his dick. Each one being another shot of cum deep inside her fertile womb. She finally broke. She screamed with her eyes shut until _______ wrapped his hands around her neck and squeezed.

“Shut up.”

_______ stood there for a bit riding out his orgasm. Kayla’s hips were still seemingly unconsciously still bouncing back and forth. The stream went down right around the time he started choking her to stop her screams. Oh well. They got a good show.

“Fuck. Oh fuck. That felt good.”

He dropped his hand gave her ass one more slap and pulled out of her. She was quietly sobbing and shaking as he stood back to admire his work. He grabbed his phone, took a quick pic, then grabbed her and dragged her to her bed.

“Come on we got some time to kill before I take you with me.”

#lilsimsie

[pendinganchor]

note: all you need to know before reading this is billy survived starcourt and some years later he lives in oregon with at least steve and max. and i know nothing of agriculture, so just go with it okay

note 2.0: this is a first draft i wrote on my phone and it was read by my sister so any mistakes are her fault not mine

———

Steve had made this drive about a hundred times. They never made it to their destination— the closest they got was five miles. Steve would drive in silence other than the radio until Billy told him to turn around.

Then he would do just that and head back home. Steve never pressured him to talk about why they never made it. Never complained about the wasted money. They would get home and Steve would wait for Billy to come to him for comfort. Sometimes it would only be a few hours— the longest was three days.

Billy didn’t like breaking down in front of him— he understood that. If he wanted to talk, he would.

Steve didn’t need the map anymore— he had the route memorized. But Billy sat in the passenger seat with it open anyway.

The camaro roared under his grip, the sound of the tires on the highway keeping him better company than the man next to him. But he never held that against him. He had brought Robin along a total of one time before deciding to never have more than the two of them in the car. Max begged to come many times but Billy refused to allow it.

With each passing sign, Steve braced himself for the signal. But this time, it never came. The last five miles of the journey was new, but he still didn’t need directions. Two more miles then he turned down a long dirt road. He was still waiting for the signal as they drove down the road— the dirt louder than the pavement they had been on for the past give or take twelve hours.

They passed three mailboxes before the one he was looking for came into view. It was painted blue with four numbers in black. Once closer Steve noted it had little doodles of beachy things as well. “9-3-0-1?” His voice came out almost a whisper.

Billy repeated the number sequence as Steve made the turn. The house was big and such a light shade of yellow it looked almost white. The door was painted the same shade of blue as the mailbox. “I changed my mind, turn around.” He sounded panicked, but it was too late.

As Steve drove down the driveway, a girl that looked to be about three years old tugged on the pant leg of an older gentleman that looked distracted on the porch. The girl ran into the house as Steve put the car in park. “Wait in the car. I’ll say we got lost.”

“Can I help you, young man?” the man asked as Steve stepped out of the car with the map in hand.

“Yeah, sorry,” Steve said giving his signature shy smile. “My friend and I took a wrong turn somewhere and can’t agree on where we are.” He held up the map and the man seemed to relax a little.

“Let me take a look for you.” The man spread the map over the rickety table he had been looking at prior to Steve interrupting. “Let’s see. You’re…” His finger hovered over the map for a few seconds then it slammed down dramatically. “Here.” He turned to Steve. “Where you headed?”

Fuck. Steve hadn’t thought that far ahead. He opened his mouth with a hope something not stupid would come out of it. But the sound of the front door banging open caused them both to startle.

He had seen an old photo of her. But he didn’t need the reference to know who this woman was. The resemblance to Billy smacked him in the face.

“Christ woman, are you trying to send me to an early grave?”

She ignored the man for Steve. She looked from him to the car— her face a little pale and her eyes like she’d just seen a ghost. “Who are you? Who’s in the car?” Her eyes moved back to him.

Steve couldn’t speak, couldn’t even move his gaze away from her blue eyes. The same ones he looked at every day.

“Just some lost travelers, honey. I’m handling it.”

“It can’t be.”

Steve cursed himself as his brain tried to think of a way out of this. “I’m Steve. My friend, Jonathan, has trouble walking so he needed to stay in the car.”

“Jonathan?” Her voice got quiet as she looked back to the car. “I could have sworn.”

“Now that we know where we are, I think we can figure out the rest.” Steve reached over and quickly grabbed his map. “Thank you, sir. Your hospitality is deeply appreciated.” He hurried down the porch, only slightly embarrassed about how insane he probably seemed. He heard a faint, “you scared them off,” from the man.

Steve was halfway to the car when the passenger side door opened. He froze, trying to give Billy a look that said he handled it— but it didn’t matter. Billy was looking past him. Seeing his mother seemed to have the same affect on him as it did Steve— probably worse.

Billy’s cane came out first— followed by his right leg then his left. The cane pushed into the dirt as Billy used it to get out of the car. He then staggered over to Steve— who turned then flung his arm around Billy’s waist to keep him steady.

They both looked up to the porch. Steve couldn’t read the look on the man’s face— but the woman was staring at Billy, looking even more like she had just seen a ghost than before.

“Billy?” she asked, descending the porch steps. “Is that really you?” She stopped once she reached the bottom. “It- it can’t be. You- you- I saw your grave.”

Billy chuckled nervously. “Yeah, about that.”

#listen #i got this idea a few days ago an have been thinking about it since #i just like the idea of the boys moving to the west cost but not california #coast* #too many memories and all that #this is like a sneak peek to a longer fic idea i have #but who knows if i’ll ever write it so here’s this #harringrove #if you squint ig but it’s there whether you like it or not #steve harrington #billy hargrove #billy hargrove’s mother #stranger things #userkarson #karson writes things sometimes

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An Adeptus' Last Wish- Zhongchi fic

(19/30)

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Summary-

After the Gnosis incident, Childe decides to take a much-needed break away from Zhongli.

However, how was he supposed to react, when all of a sudden Lumine showed up outside his apartment sounding terribly mortified, "Childe......Zhongli.......Zhongli....is in grave danger."

Of course, he was going to do anything to help the dying man.

Sure, he still felt a lot of contempt for him, after what he did, but his heart still loved him.....

But, what he hadn't expected was the sudden wisp of golden light that somehow transported him during the times of the Archon War?!

What the FUCK?!

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Chapter 19: Mending Spirits, Uncertain Feelings, and the Taste of Freedom Pt. 3

The journey to get there was even rougher than they had all anticipated. 

And after Guizhong declared herself the winner and Morax the rotten egg (who had unfortunately been last to get there…not because he wasn’t fast enough, but because he had caught the meaning of her words later than everyone else did).

The man seemed taken a back at what she called him, but considering all of the other things she used to refer to him, this one seemed to be the least prodding. Although, he did look confused as to why she had said rotten egg out of all the things she could have said and genuinely seemed to consider the intricacies of such a game and the meaning of the rotten egg for a bit before he gave up; which brought a strong sense of nostalgia. 

Even after hundreds of years, it seemed as if Zhongli never truly changed, did he? 

Always the one to think deeply about the meaning of every little thing, even of things that did not necessarily have any real meaning to it. 

After that, they had continued on their journey to get to the aforementioned cavern Sky Bracer had mentioned, without so much as a peep out of everyone else, just the occasional breath and the heavy sound of footsteps. 

Ajax sighed, attempting to steer his eyes away from Morax, sighing even more when he found it hard to do so. 

Although he was hurt, he could not stop his eyes from trailing back to where the man was, almost subconsciously. 

But even so, he refused to look at the man in his eyes.

He did this lest he fall back inside of them and allow himself to be the weaker one of the both of them once more and rekindle…whatever their confusing relationship was. 

But besides that, even if the more stubborn part of him refused to go outwardly talk to the man about what had transpired, the more human part of him wondered if he had perhaps been too harsh. 

After all, the man he was talking to was not a man at all, but an Archon. 

A God. 

He did not know about the trivialities of emotions, did not know of the proper way to conduct himself in front of someone else, and he did not know how to even give a good apology. 

The man had just started to understand what emotions were, and had just begun to properly face and name them. 

So in a way, it was unfair that he was being this harsh. 

And yet, he was hurting, so he felt the need to hurt others, to lash out at the man, to release his sadness in the way he only knew besides tears….anger.  

Ajax had never been one to particularly show his emotions all that well either, always lashing out using violence and spiting out hurtful words whenever he felt hurt himself. And without Zhongli here, without his rock, the person that tied him down back down to Teyvat, he was a mess. 

A bloody mess of conflicting emotions, thoughts, and actions; until his very own mind was nothing more than mush and static noise. 

And while he knew it was not a healthy thing to depend on the man to sort out his own feelings for him….he couldn’t help it. 

Zhongli was patient, kind, and understanding above all else. 

He would take the harsh words thrown his way to heart, but would never truly reveal the true extent of his own hurt feelings whenever Ajax lashed out at him. Instead, he would merely sigh and pull the agitated man into his arms before he would patiently wait until he calmed down and attempt to make the situation better by talking things through. By communicating.  

But it was so hard not to fall into pieces without Zhongli here. 

The awkward and stiff silence continued, coating the already tense atmosphere in a thin silken sheet. 

Only the chirping cicadas, the whistling wind and the abrupt comments from Guizhong about various random things kept them entertained for the rest of the day. All while Ajax attempted to find some peace in all of it, amidst his troubled mind and heavy heart. 

And well, he guessed he wasn’t the only one.

As Madam Ping herself seemed to be doing the same, silently assessing her surroundings, her expression solemn.....similarly conflicted about what to do as well. 

And while she wasn’t mad like he was, she was still hurt. He could tell from the way her eyes seemed to fill with glistening pearls every now and then before she would blink them back and gather her emotions up before they threatened to spill over. 

Ajax himself felt a wave of sudden crushing emotion wash over him at the sight of Madam Ping’s teary eyes and felt his own eyes sting. 

He guessed they were two peas in the same pod, stuck in the same damned boat headed to the same place, weren’t they? 

He blinked back the tears rapidly. 

It was just the wind that made his eyes water. 

Nothing else and nothing more. 

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It was about nightfall when they finally arrived at the cavern. It was situated between a valley of sorts, only a small few meters away from it, hidden inside of one of the vast openings at the foot of the long rock formations. 

It was surrounded by that familiar golden light, one that Ajax grew to be pretty nostalgic over. One that made his heart ache. 

The silence was palpable to Ajax’s ears, and after a moment a voice spoke up. 

It was Morax, and he had spoken for the first time since they had left the campsite, “Is...this the location?” 

Sky Bracer turned to look at him, guilt heavy in his eyes, as they swept over Ajax and then onto Morax. He gave a short bow before he nodded, “Yes, My Lord…this is the location where we have been hiding for the meanwhile.” 

“Mn,” Morax did not look at him before he continued walking over to the cavern without so much as a warning. 

This abrupt movement caused the rest of them to march over after Morax, startled at his sudden action. 

After a few seconds, they came face-to-face with the glowing protective shield placed over the cavern’s entrance, blocking everything out from entering. Which was rightly so, considering there were many of those Dream Eaters roaming around, ready to strike at any moment. 

Sky Bracer brought up his fist and gave a firm couple of knocks and waited patiently for an answer. 

There was nothing. 

He knocked again. 

...Nothing. 

And again. 

.....Nothing....

And again. 

.....Still Nothing.  

There was no response whatsoever….

Sky Bracer’s face crumpled up to that of concern and he looked back at the barrier before he knocked once again. 

Again, there was no response. 

“They…usually respond after only a few knocks…” he said, looking oddly nervous. 

Madam Ping’s eyebrows furrowed before she said, “....Do you think something might have happened to them?” 

Sky Bracer seemed to consider this before he shook his head, “No…They would have….sent me something if there was anything wrong.” 

“....Don’t worry, shixiong....Maybe....they are just not here at the moment?” Ajax offered, avoiding Sky Bracer’s piercing stare, instead focusing his eyes onto the door in front of them. 

Sky Bracer shook his head, although a small wistful smile found its way onto his face, and he continued on, “I doubt it, shidi…..They would never leave base without a message...They are not careless enough to do something like that..…” 

They all stopped to consider this.

And he was right. 

Unlike Morax, who was sometimes known to run off without any warnings due to sudden emergencies, as he had previously with that strange shadow. Mountain Shaper and Moon Carver were punctual to a scary degree, always making sure to alert the others of their every move in case something happened. 

Call it paranoia like Ajax and Guizhong did, or being precautious like the rest of them believed. 

But either way, it was uncharacteristic of them to do such a thing. 

Madam Ping’s face grew serious once more as she furrowed her eyebrows even more, her eyes narrowing as she stared at the unmoving entrance, “...If they aren’t responding, perhaps something really must have happened to them, we must look for them at once," she withdrew her spear and held it tightly in her arm. 

Sky Bracer paused for a bit before his eyes glowed and he turned his head everywhere, obviously scanning the surrounding area. After a few minutes, he shook his head, “No, their elemental traces are still here, they do not go anywhere else..…they couldn’t have left.” 

Madam Ping’s face hardened even more, “Either way we must get into the cavern, perhaps they are in need of our assistance inside.” 

Sky Bracer gave a curt nod, before he placed his hands on the barrier and soon enough, spiritual energy started to leave his palms. 

It was clear what he was attempting to do. 

He was trying to break the seal formation they had placed. Sky Bracer was risking breaking the seal they had all formed, one that took so much energy to make in order to protect themselves whilst they rested. 

Sky Bracer’s energy flowed through the barrier, as a bit of sweat started to drip down his forehead, stare intense and concentrated.

And soon enough, small cracks started to form around the seal, indicating that it would soon be broken. 

“Halt!”  

A sudden voice sounded out. 

It was….

Mountain Shaper. 

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He was strangely in his half-adeptal form, looking alarmed. 

Although, Ajax guessed it had to do with the fact that they were just about to bash through the carefully crafted barrier, which judging from the intricate seal, most likely took hours to construct. 

Mountain Shaper glanced at all of them, and suddenly, the alarm that was once plastered all over his face quickly changed to something….interesting. 

It was one that bordered strangely on embarrassment.  

What in The Abyss?! 

Now. 

Ajax had seen Mountain Shaper show a variety of expressions, from disgust, to arrogance, to hatred, to mild irritation and even to subtle joy. But, never in his time here in this world, had he ever expected to see such a usually arrogant and haughty person to show anything like this before. After all Mountain Shaper prided himself on his control of his facial expressions and emotions; never allowing himself to feel any sort emotions that he considered as inferior or weak. 

And besides that, other than his strange expression, his clothes were also thrown askew as his face was bright red, a strange dark red bruise right below his collarbone. Which looked oddly like a mosquito bite, or...something else. 

Sky Bracer went up to Mountain Shaper and gave a short bow, “Apologies, da-ge….We were all worried that something might have happened to the both of you after there was no answer, so I carelessly rushed to destroy the barrier.” 

Mountain Shaper seemed to be even more agitated as he dismissed Sky Bracer with a wave of his hand, “There is nothing to apologize for, it is....fine…” 

This stunned Ajax. 

He had never seen Mountain Shaper be this kind nor forgiving ever before. 

Everyone else seemed to think the same thing as many of them switched confused glances. 

Sky Bracer himself looked taken aback as he coughed and nodded, “I....see......Shushu…." 

Madam Ping went up to Mountain Shaper, and gave a bow, "May I ask, what Shushu was doing?"

Mountain Shaper's expression seemed to grow to be one of irritation as he crossed his arms, "What one does is not any of your business, Mei-mei." 

Madam Ping gave another bow as she said, "....Please allow this one to explain......We were all concerned about Shushu's well-being.....Is there anyone hurt, Shushu?” 

This definitely caused Mountain Shaper to stiffen, before he suddenly coughed into his arm, irritation gone and replaced with embarrassment yet again, “Ah…No....We were just sparring a bit and we may have lost…track of time.” 

Sky Bracer gave another curt nod before his eyes glossed over with understanding, “I see....Well, in any case, I’m glad everything is alright.” 

Mountain Shaper seemed to choke a bit, “Y-yes…But, let’s carry on for now and discuss more prying matters. We have been planning on the attack for a while; however, we have not come to a full conclusion as of now," he began to walk back in as the barrier suddenly opened up, allowing for all of them to walk inside.

One after another, they began to go to the other side of the barrier. 

Inside, Ajax noticed that the cavern was simplistic in nature. 

It was just like every other cave in fact, hallowed out and surrounded by uneven rock formations. 

Surrounding the cave, there seemed to be a few furnishings littering the ground, which accommodated them. They included what appeared to be makeshift sleeping beds, a small fire, a simplistic pot, several miscellaneous weapons and other items strung about the place. 

It was nowhere near cozy, but it somehow gave the feeling of a warm and relatively safe environment, perfect for when you needed to unwind and rest. 

However, the next thing that really hit him was the smell of the place. 

A sweet aroma came and nearly punched him in the nose. 

It seemed to come mostly from one of the beds that were laid there. Annd on that bed there seemed to be a strange substance on it…

The smell was sweet like honey, yet it gave off strong notes of a flower scent with a bit of muskiness, which was all topped off with a spicy after smell. 

Just what was it? 

Maybe one of them carried perfume or something on them and it must have spilled over and splattered the bed accidentally? 

Was the perfume that strange substance that was splattered about the bed? And if so, then why did it look so weird and not like the usual relatively clear liquid that was nearly like water, and instead sort of gelatinous and sticky....?

He decided to dwell on this later and carried on with the rest of the group.

They went over to Moon Carver who was similarly in his half-human form, looking flustered and a bit irritated. His clothes were similarly thrown on messily as if he had been in a hurry to get them on in time, and….was that a bite mark on his neck?

He looked back and forth at Moon Carver and Mountain Shaper, who looked shyly at each other and suddenly it clicked. 

The flustered expressions, the messy appearances, the shy looks, and even the sticky substance on the bed...

Oh..

Oh! 

They had…..ahem… 

Ajax felt his face grow hot as he felt the embarrassment swell up inside his lungs….Now it all made sense why it had smelled like that, it was a mixture of sorts of both of their scents and whatever that jelly stuff they had used was...

Sure, they had ‘sparred.' 

And judging from the obscene amounts of that strange white substance on the silken sheets, it was clear they had ‘sparred’ rather hard it seemed. 

So hard and vigorous that it seemed as if they had lost a sense of time and had failed to notice that someone was knocking on the door. 

Moon Carver began to talk to the others and discussed the plans he, Mountain Shaper, and Sky Bracer had come up with. But, Ajax could not hear a word out of their mouths, much too distracted with the embarrassing truth laid upon his feet (almost literally since it was on their bed). 

His face burned like hot coals and he did not dare to look at either Mountain Shaper nor Moon Carver in the eye as they were speaking.

Guizhong seemed to notice this and while the rest were busy talking, she slipped by them and made her way up to to Ajax who seemed almost frozen still. 

She tapped on his shoulder and said, “Shidi, what is the matter?” Her face looked rather worried, her eyes gentle and warm, filled with nothing but care for her junior. 

He shook his head, “It-It’s n-nothing, shijie…I just…I’ll go outside for now…” 

The smell was overwhelming him, making him remember times with Zhongli and the wa-

Yeah, he really had to leave that place. 

Lest he accidentally embarrass himself further and have to explain why he felt the sudden need to suddenly dip himself inside cold water for a good 20 minutes. 

But it's not as if he hadn’t known Moon Carver and Mountain Shaper were a couple…with the way they always seemed to cling onto each other and always be around the other it was quite obvious they were at least romantically involved. 

And besides, it's not as if he had not noticed the way they looked at each other from time to time. 

But he had never really thought about their physical relationship (though he doubted anyone would think about such a private matter), but anyways, with it being thrust into his face so suddenly, it certainly put things into perspective. 

He cursed his newly found strong sense of smell and he silently prayed to whoever heard him that he would act normally around them after this. 

Ever since he had become an adeptus, it seemed as if all of his senses had improved exponentially. 

So while that meant he would be able to see mostly every single minute detail in battle, taste food in a way he never imagined, hear from very far away, and even be able to feel the sensation of different fabrics more intensely….His sense of smell was the only one whom he did not really enjoy. 

Now, whenever he smelt something gross, it would smell 100x worse than it would if he was human. 

Which made him understand why Zhongli was so sensitive to different perfumes and would always scrunch up his nose at particularly strong smells. 

And, so it felt uncomfortable and like an invasion of privacy to be here smelling someone’s uhhh….

Yeah.. 

Celestia above! Send a meteorite down to come and smite him down at once! 

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Guizhong did not know why Ajax’s face was so red. 

Just why was her dear shidi so embarrassed? 

She had not seen anything particularly embarrassing happen to him, so why was he so bright red? 

“Shidi?....Are you sure nothing happened?” 

He shook his head, his nostrils flaring ever so slightly as he pulled at his collar down in a frenzy as if overheated, and Guizhong could see his pupils dilating (?). 

Just what happened to him? 

She did not understand. 

And she did not further understand why he was covering his nose so urgently with his sleeve, or why he was in such a hurry to leave? 

She curiously wondered if perhaps he smelled something she didn’t and took a cautious sniff. 

Nothing. 

But even so, nothing out of the ordinary seemed to hit her olfactory bulb so she stared at Ajax, “...Shidi…is it....the smell that is bothering you?” 

Her poor shidi looked so tormented and yet managed to nod his head, still covering his nose stubbornly with his hand and refusing to breathe through it. 

She pinched her eyebrows together, “...Do you know where it is coming from?....I can not seem to smell it....” 

Her sense of smell wasn’t as great as some of the other adepti, which probably had to do with the fact that her specific species did not allow her to smell as great as some of the others. 

And she knew just how well adepti like Ajax and Morax could smell, and just how strong their noses. 

Guizhong knew first hand at just how excellent Morax’s sense of smell was, especially since he would scrunch his face up in disgust at particularly concentrated perfumes that would be sprinkled and tried on by various humans down at the marketplace. 

He shakingly pointed towards the messily done bed a few ways away from him, face bright red, pupils constricting and dilating rapidly. 

She stared at the bed, before she felt her face warm up as well…oh.. 

The sheets were somehow thrown in disarray, with one of them turned upwards, which was enough for Guizhong to see splatters of a viscous liquid smattered across them. 

It was obvious what it was. 

And whilst Guizhong was not…experienced in that department, in the slightest. 

She was no fool. 

She knew exactly just what that was, after spending so many years in Teyvat it was hard not to come across such a thing….especially since she spent so much time around other human beings.

And since she was an enjoyer of human’s lovely literature works, and praised their magical way with words and even more fascinating views on life and morals. She too had come across their more salacious works, and out of curiosity she had read them. 

After such a thing, she promptly shut the book shut and vowed to store it in her bookshelf, as though it contained detailed images of the many different uhhmm…poses and acts humans would do in order to copulate and enjoy themselves.....it was rather embarrassing to have it laid out in the opening. 

And so, after such an embarrassing book, she knew exactly what that viscous, semi-transparent, jelly-like white liquid was. 

And the more she inched towards it, the more the smell blasted her nose and made her even more embarrassed. 

She turned towards Ajax, eyes nearly bulging out of her bright red cheeks and mouth gaping like a fish. 

“Is that-” 

Before he could finish his sentence, Ajax pulled a hand over her mouth and nose, and he looked a bit miffed and embarrassed. 

She looked at him and he appeared as if he was about to pass out from sheer mortification. He pressed a finger to his mouth and then promptly pinched his nose, “Shh..” 

She nodded, before she took his hand away and pinched her own nose, before she said, “….outside..” 

He similarly nodded, and nearly rushed straight towards the exit. Guizhong similarly rushed behind him, at the same pace. 

They needed to get out of there as soon as possible. 

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They made their way to the barrier, rather quickly, determined to get out of there. 

But before they could, they were stopped by Sky Bracer. 

Whose voice suddenly rang out behind them, who nearly stared at them as though they were crazy, “Shijie, shidi…. Why are you both rushing outside in such a hurry….Did something happen?” 

He looked confused if not a bit concerned over them, and Ajax could not bear the way his legs gave out from the utter embarrassment he felt at that moment. 

What should he tell him? 

Oh hey Da-ge, just a heads up our Shushu’s had sex and uhhh the evidence was still left behind. Nothing else, don’t worry. Now, we are just going to head out cause the smell is making me think about my estranged lover. And to top it all off now both me and shijie are embarrassed since we know they both fucked since I pointed it out to her. So, if you'll excuse us, we will go off and clear our heads and attempt to figure out how to ignore this. Thank you, Da-ge! 

Of course he wasn’t going to say that!!!

He glanced over to Guizhong with such a distressed expression, that she let go of her nose and slowly turned back to look at Sky Bracer. 

However, as she did, she noticed that it was not only Sky Bracer looking at them but everyone else as well. 

Damn!

Her eyes flitted at all of them and she let out a small sigh, “...Di-di… we are just going to take a small break from all of this outside…and perhaps enjoy some of the fresh air outside…It is not healthy to be cooped up in such a small place, the air is getting slightly stuffy for the both of us..”

Ajax carefully turned to see them, staring holes into the both of them…all with differentiating expressions. 

Mountain Shaper and Moon Carver both looked afraid and mildly embarrassed as they exchanged glances between the both of them and the bed. They most likely knew what the real cause to their sudden urge to leave was, and seemed as if they wanted to crawl into holes themselves. 

Madam Ping seemed to look confused as she stared at Guizhong and Ajax as if they were acting strange (which they probably were…to be fair). 

Sky Bracer looked more worried than anything, his usual warm smile turning into a small frown that pulled at his lips. 

While….Morax…

Well….he was peering into Ajax with such intensity in his eyes, that it almost hurt to look at….ah… 

And well, he looked to be in a similarly disastrous state as Ajax, with his ears flushed pink as his breathing was slightly shallow and his pupils constricting to an insane degree so much that it looked as if he almost did not have pupils. 

It was pretty obvious he knew what was going on…

Ajax avoided his gaze as he attempted to compose himself and think of anything else but the embarrassing smell that was infiltrating his sinuses. 

Sky Bracer gave a small nod, “I see….then why were you pinching your noses…was there a bad smell of some kind where you both were standing previously?” 

He looked at where Ajax and Guizhong were standing and took a step forward. 

Ajax felt his heart race as he saw the man head over there. 

With each step he took, he felt even more embarrassed for Mountain Shaper and Moon Carver. 

If they were found out, they would most likely get punished, especially if they had to admit to the hold thing. 

He took another step forward and finally Ajax could no longer bear to watch such a scene unfold. 

He immediately jumped forward and grabbed Sky Bracer, “No!” 

Sky Bracer seemed surprised as Ajax grabbed him and pulled him towards where he was standing, hand gripping tightly on his wrist. 

Silence seemed to pass, as Ajax’s words fully cemented themselves into everyone's heads. 

Ajax’s face was bright red as he struggled to breathe the air, the smell filling his lungs and making him dizzy…just what in The Abyss did they use for…. 

Ajax coughed awkwardly when he saw Sky Bracer stiffen in his hold, as he stared at Ajax with a deep intensity, whirlpools of water inside of his eyes as if he was fighting against something within himself. 

Before Ajax could react, Sky Bracer leaned in. 

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Ajax himself stiffened as he saw Sky Bracer’s face lean into his own, until he was inches away from his face, stunned at what was happening. 

Sky Bracer stared at Ajax for a bit more before something in his eyes changed and softened, the intense look gone, as he gave a shaky breath and touched the back of his palm against Ajax’s. 

After a few seconds let out a small breath of relief as he gave a small smile, “Ah...I’m sorry if I startled you, shidi…I was just testing to see if perhaps you had gotten a fever…Do not worry..” 

Ajax felt his body loosen up as he shook his head, feeling his throat dry up, “Uhm…no…I’m just a bit stuffy as shijie said..” 

Sky Bracer hummed, leaning further away from Ajax before he nodded, his smile growing, “I see, well then, I’m glad you are okay shidi…”  

Ajax smiled, “Thank you, da-ge. ” 

“Anytime, shidi.”  

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Shortly after, that short outburst had been passed off as Ajax and Guizhong feeling a bit stuffy and needing to go outside….much to Ajax’s relief…and Mountain Shaper and Moon Carver’s relief as well. 

And soon enough, the rest of the group stayed indoors as Sky Bracer graciously opened the barrier for them and accompanied them as well. 

He also said that he needed some air, and that it would be best if they were to be all in a small group in case another attack was staged. 

They walked off shortly to a small creek, similar to the one they were previously at. 

However, the only difference is that this one was less filled with plants and instead, was surrounded by short grass. 

They decided to stop there as Guizhong splashed her face with the creek’s water, Ajax following her example as he too splashed his own face. It was refreshing, and definitely needed as his nose was no longer clogged by that smell….

Seriously, whatever those two must have used, was definitely not just normal oil…

It had something else mixed in, and Ajax clearly did not want to know. 

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Unfortunately for him. 

There seemed to be another problem inflicted upon him. 

His nape started to feel as if it was on fire, shortly after he splashed the water on his face and had taken a seat by the creek. 

It was seriously itchy.  

As if a hundred tiny bees were stinging his skin, as if his skin was being stung by tiny needles, it itched, really bad. 

He gave a small sigh, tugging anxiously at his collar, as he felt his skin start to burn. 

Seriously? 

Why was his weird bug bite acting up again? 

He scratched at his nape, sighing as the pain slightly lessened. 

He seriously had to get it checked out soon. 

Hopefully as, otherwise he was sure Cloud Retainer would tear his eyes out if she found out he did not treat his wounds properly. 

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Sky Bracer saw as Ajax sighed, before he retracted his hand from his nape. 

And when he looked at where his hand had been, he paused. 

His gaze darkened and soured as he saw the tell-tale sign of a familiar design on the nape of Ajax’s neck. 

It was a mark.  

The seal that belonged to Rex Lapis. 

It seemed as if the Archon of War had laid his claim onto Ajax, asserting his possession over the man, a way of telling all of the other opposition that his treasure was off the market, a brand on Ajax’s skin. 

And from the way the smell wafted over to Sky Bracer and filled his nose from the mark on his nape, he could tell the jealous Archon had sent it just for him. He felt jealousy prick at him as well, and he wished to bite off the mark with his bare teeth and sink his own claim into the beautiful man. 

But even so, his more logical side chastised him, berating him for breaking his self promise. 

He had to let go. 

He needed to let go. 

And eventually, with time, he would eventually let go. 

So for now, he turned his back on Ajax and carefully walked off. 

Leaving the oblivious man to ponder just what was on the back of his neck. 

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Sooner or later he met up with Guizhong, who was sitting by the creek a few ways away from him, swirling the water with her fingertips and watching as they caused tiny ripples to erupt from her touch. 

Sky Bracer had long since been gone, and while a part of Ajax wanted to ask why he had taken off so suddenly, another part of Ajax knew why he had left so suddenly. 

While things had been fairly amicable with Sky Bracer and him, Ajax could not shake off the feeling that it had caused their relationship to strain. His abrupt confession and Ajax’s rejection had taken a toll on their previously close bond. 

Ajax felt his heart clench at the thought of Sky Bracer pulling away from him. 

He had grown quite attached to the man, but, even so, he knew it was for the best. Even though he appreciated their time spent together and the many days he would casually strike up a conversation whilst Ganyu steadily slept in the next room. The laughter they would exchange, and the way his presence made him feel soothed and at home, even though they had not known each other for that long. And the warm cup of tea in his hands while he heard the man talk about his interest in plants and flowers. Ajax would always feel content while he held onto the warm cup tightly in his palm, hearing the man ramble and listen attentively to his own worries and interests as he passed a hand through Ajax's hair in a manner that could only be akin to warm affection. 

With Sky Bracer, he would feel safe, and wanted nothing more than to live forever in the moments they got to spend with each other. 

But it wasn’t good. 

He had started to depend on the man for something he previously had. He had started to see Zhongli in Sky Bracer, and had begun to lean on the man to support him, he had started to become infatuated with the man. 

It was starting to become an unhealthy codependency; it would become terrible if Ajax did not set things clear and distance himself from Sky Bracer. 

He knew that Sky Bracer would always be his da-ge and would always support him no matter what. But, even so, something about his confession of the way he still looked at him, made him feel terrible. 

The guilt he felt towards Sky Bracer and felt his heart race made him want to drown in a pit of his own sorrows.

It was terribly gut-wrenching.  

He sighed and made his way over to Guizhong, wanting to get over his feelings of guilt quickly. 

She must have heard him walking over since she looked up at him and enthusiastically waved over to him, “Shidi! There you are! I’ve been wondering where you went off to.” 

He gave her a small smile and walked over to her and sat down, “I was just further down the creek, shijie…..You did not notice me going over there?” 

She gave a small sigh, her cheeks red, “..I might have been caught up in my own thoughts and seemed to have forgotten where you had gone off to…” 

He laughed, “Well….I don’t blame you….especially after that…”  

Her face seemed to grow redder as she waved her hands frantically, “Shh! Shh!! Shidi! Please do not mention it anymore! Your poor shijie might not know does not know if she will be able to face them anymore!” 

His smile grew as he laughed, “Well….I’m just saying….I just never knew they would have done something that intense and hard….I could practically smell just how long they must have been going at it….” 

Guizhong’s face scrunched up as she closed her ears with her hands, “Shidi!~ I already told you not to mention it….I don’t want to imagine it!” 

He barked out a laugh as he leaned forward and stared at the water, “Okay! Okay….I won’t mention it anymore, but seriously….I never imagined I would get to see something like that…This definitely beats the intense and way to serious sex talk Madam Ping gave me…” 

They both gave a light laugh, before they quieted down. 

And once again, Ajax was left in his thoughts. He watched as the water flowed and ripped at every slight movement and admired how clear it was. 

Water was such a pretty thing. 

Especially when the moon illuminated it like this. 

He felt his vision slightly stir and he smiled as he began to twirl a bit of water on his fingers, molding and shaping it into a small flower the more he concentrated on it. 

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Guizhong’s smile grew at the mention of Ping. 

She knew just how serious her shimei could be. And she felt her face burn up at the mention of her giving the talk to Ajax, already imagining the serious expression as she explained the bird and the bees in an utmost scientific way. Her Shimei could be terribly serious at times, the usual warmth in her smile fading out and being replaced with a dull face as she began to talk in such a methodical way, as she usually did whenever serious topics were brought about. 

Although....Guizhong was certain that Ajax did not need to have such a talk, after all, he was already an adult.

But it was still a kind but embarrassing gesture on her part. 

However, soon enough, those tender feelings started to grow ugly. 

Right….A-Ping.  

Guizhong did not know what she was going to do. 

She knew she had to apologize to Ping and properly explain herself, but there was still so much conflict in her heart. Guizhong knew she wanted her....more than anything, but even so, her heart-wrenching fear gripped tightly at her own emotions.

It was that same fear that prevented her from pursuing her sweet shimei.  

It prevented her from owning up to her actions, proclaiming with all of her heart that she simply adored Ping, that she could and would not live without her. 

A-Ping was everything to her. 

She had become someone so precious to her, even more so than that silly old dragon, someone whom she could share a meal with over light conversation. Even more so than her beloved people, which she held so dearly inside of her heart. Even more than the rest of the adepti, whom she had known relatively longer than her. 

Because after all, A-Ping was only one who understood her, the real her. 

Not the person who was revered in those portraits that portrayed her in such a benevolent light.

Or in those lavish paintings made by skilled painters who painted her to be someone dressed in expensive clothes made of pure lotus silk, all drapped over her shoulders, the colors of the rainbow as she was perched on a small rock, a glaze lily delicately perched inside of her palm as she gently sang to it.

And even those overtly benevolent statues of her, made of fine stone and carved delicately as they had her posed in the middle of a dance, her robes swirling and twirling as she was posed with a serene look on her face, many goods set at the base of the statues, ranging from fruits to precious jewels. 

The Goddess she was expected to be, kind and benevolent even to those who simply did not deserve it, simply was not completely her. She was not the understanding and kind shijie who always lent an ear out for those who needed it. 

A-Ping knew Guizhong at her core. 

And that person was nothing but weak, fearful, and hopelessly lonely.

Guizhong was filled with bitter memories, selfish desires, hatred and a longing to be loved. Even if she acquired wisdom in her long lifetime, she had not acquired what she desired the most. 

And she understood that. 

She understood it all.  

And even so, she had opened her arms wide for her, and had accepted her. She had seen Guizhong at her weakest moments, and had leant her own shoulder for her to lean against when she did not feel like being strong. 

She was allowed to be weak with Madam Ping. 

She was allowed to be herself. 

But, Guizhong could not be with Ping. 

Because of a little thing called fate. 

And well…

Guizhong knew she was destined to die.

Just like the dust she controlled, The Goddess of Dust was bound to become dust herself. 

She knew it was foretold by the stars, by her own premonition, even by the ghost of her own self traversing through time and space itself to share her wisdom. 

In each and every one, she had succumbed to her unconditional love for her people, and if not her, someone else would. 

And that thought, terrified Guizhong. 

She would not bear to see those she loved give themselves up for her. 

She could not watch as they faded one by one because of her. And in this world, she would not allow anyone to suffer so much. 

And because of this, she could not possibly bear to allow Madam Ping to love her. 

Guizhong had personally seen just how much the woman would grieve for her. How much it would affect her, if she chose to be with her. 

She saw as Ping went on a streak of self-destruction. 

She saw as she closed herself off to everyone else, secluding herself up in a mountain and endlessly playing the same song again and again on her guzheng, until her fingertips bled and the flesh and even bone chipped off as her heart went cold. 

She saw as she died of exhaustion, never leaving the mountain and instead turning into a vengeful spirit who would come to haunt the small spring inside the mountain, never leaving, never ceasing to exist in a state of pain. 

Guizhong did not want to make her endure such a traitorous end. 

But, even so, she had promised Ajax. 

She had sworn to herself that she would not let her shaking terror get in the way of her happiness. 

Perhaps she would even be able to prevent such an outcome? 

Guizhong sighed and could only hope that fate was on her side for once. 

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Guizhong stared at the small flower Ajax managed to conjure up in his fingers, snapping her effectively from her endless thoughts. 

It was a flower she had never seen before, and yet, she had seen it. 

Not in this lifetime yet, but in many others. 

After a while, she felt the mood quiet. And suddenly, all that was heard was the annoying chirping cicadas who did not stop making noise despite the calm peaceful atmosphere, always in such a hurry those little creatures were. 

It felt nice.  

She sighed as she began to twirl a small bit of fire in her hands, a rare habit, she surmised. It was mostly blue, as fire is sometimes, but even so, at its tips it was the slightest bit orange. 

And she mused just how stark her and Ajax’s elements were. 

“Shijie, why do you not use your element in battle?” Ajax asked, the flower long since disappeared from his fingers. 

She paused, and quickly the flame disappeared, “Ah…that is…,” she paused before she continued, “I…do not like it.” 

Ajax raised an eyebrow, “Why is that?” 

She let out a small sigh, “...I guess that is because it reminds me of…someone dear to me from long ago…He too had the same elemental energy…and well...whenever I look at it, I only see his face staring back at me..” 

Ajax did not say anything and merely nodded as if he was not sure what to respond to such a declaration. 

Guizhong did not say anything after that, and the two sat together on the small rock, taking comfort in each other, without the need to say anything more. 

They sat there until morning came, shoulder to shoulder as they slept soundly. 

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After heading up to meet up with the others, the atmosphere was not as awkward as Ajax expected it to be. 

Which in all fairness, he guessed had to do with the fact that everyone had brushed off the previous day's past strange series of events and prioritized the plan they had conjured up. 

Ajax stretched his neck and shoulder, and felt a tight knot. 

He groaned in discomfort and attempted to stretch them a bit. 

Who would have known that falling asleep on someone’s shoulder and leaning his head sideways could hurt him?

He sighed. 

It was his own fault, he had just gotten so inexplicably comfortable in the midst of the quiet creek that he subsequently fell asleep on top of Guizhong’s head (after she had fallen asleep on his shoulder). 

And, looking at Guizhong, it seemed as if he wasn’t the only one with pain, as she winced everytime she moved that particular side of her upper body. 

He chuckled a bit and made a mental note to go and fetch some of the ointment Cloud Retainer had insisted on putting inside of his bag. It was great on minor wounds such as this, and provided a nice cooling effect on the skin. 

Thankfully, as soon as he stepped into the barrier after a firm couple of knocks, the smell had long since been cleared out. 

The only bad thing about that was now, he could smell the fragrance of silk flowers and glaze lilies amongst everyone else. 

It was strangely more potent than everyone else’s smells. 

It was a nostalgic scent, one that brought memories of past times. 

And that made him uncomfortably scratch his nose. 

He ignored this new development and instead hurried over to fetch his bag to pull out the ointment. 

Which….was made difficult by the sudden bustling activity inside of the cavern, where everyone else seemed to similarly move about the cavern, gathering materials and packing away their items. 

He barely got through it before he retrieved his bag and swiftly opened it, retrieving the ointment and the bandages Cloud Retainer had provided for him quickly, before he closed it. 

He took out a generous amount on one hand, before he paused. 

Ah… 

He had not considered it, but he would have to… take off his top-half in order to properly apply the ointment and wrap it up. And what was worse was that…he would probably not be able to do it himself. Even if Ajax was flexible in most of his body (which benefited him a lot…ahem ), he was not as flexible in his arms. 

Embarrassment threatened to overwhelm him and he passed through the possibilities of who could help him. 

Guizhong would be the easiest option, his most preferred one in fact, but since she too had strained her own shoulder and neck, she would be in pain while wrapping him up. 

Madam Ping was his second option, but who knows where she had gone, since she was not in the cavern. And besides, she would most likely tie it way too tightly that his blood circulation would cut off. 

His third option was Sky Bracer, but since things had been rather tense between them, he couldn’t bear torture the man who was currently attempting to get over him. It would be like dangling a tempting sweet in front of someone, it would be cruel. 

His fourth and fifth option was Mountain Shaper and Moon Carver. 

Mountain Shaper would most likely complain while doing it and would pettily proclaim that he was not as weak as Ajax, and tell him to be careful, in his own strange way of worrying about someone. 

Moon Carver would not complain but instead just do it silently and then soon enough would snarkily comment every now and then. 

And the last option was the one Ajax did not want. 

But as everyone came and went, packing their things and retrieving their weapons, and soon enough the cavern cleared up. 

One person remained. 

His last option. 

Fuck.  

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Ajax struggled with himself, weighing his options. 

He would either suffer a minor blow to his ego and pride while Morax bandaged him up, or he would struggle to do it himself and do a shitty job. 

Screw it! 

He would do it himself. 

His stubborn nature would always rule over everything else, and his pride and ego would as well. 

Ajax used his other hand to take off the top half of his outfit, first layer and then the second one, feeling the cold air hit his skin and made a shiver run down his body. 

He sat himself down, attempting to avoid making himself known to Morax who was busy packing up the last of his things. 

Carefully, he put the ointment on his neck and did his best to do so on his shoulder, though he was sure that it was not entirely on there. 

He winced at the pain and bit back a groan before he moved to grab the bandages and paused. 

A pair of eyes were digging into him. 

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He had been at a loss ever since that day. 

Morax had undoubtedly lost himself in the magnitude of his feelings. 

But he could not help himself, especially not after seeing his treasure looking up at him with such worried eyes as he asked him what was wrong. 

It made something stir inside of him. 

It had been festering for many days, ever since Ajax had gotten himself inside of his abode. 

And after his talk with Guizhong, he knew he had irrevocably fallen in love with his beloved treasure. 

His feelings were so brand new, an emotion he had never experienced ever before. It made him anxious, nervous that something would happen to this fragile emotion. He wanted to clutch tightly onto it, and never let go. 

He wanted it all for himself, he wanted the man all for himself.

Something inside of him broke.

An ugly feeling overcame him, as it had before. 

He felt fragile, helpless.  

After an old memory became real in front of his eyes, and as he watched the life drain out of his eyes, he felt guilty. Washing the blood of his former ally off of his skin, feeling it stick onto it no matter how hard he scrubbed himself clean. 

He felt weak to prevent his death. 

He had granted the man pity, and yet, he still chose to end his life. 

He looked at Ajax, looking pitifully at him, eyes wide with concern as he did his best to calm him down. 

Another feeling surfaced. 

He wanted to protect the man. He wanted to prevent anything from happening to him, his priceless treasure, his beloved, his. 

He looked breathtaking, as he stared at Morax. 

But, Morax did not deserve him. 

Even in all of his greed, he did not deserve such a treasure. 

He attempted to prevent his treasure from his own brutal strength, his own ugly feelings, his raging love for him. 

He could not, as his treasure was adamant, trying to get through to such a stubborn adeptus like himself. 

And eventually, after a few words were exchanged, Morax could no longer hold the bitter feeling from taking him, as he looked down at Ajax. 

Morax was afraid. 

He was afraid to lose Ajax, he was afraid to watch him succumb to his death, he was afraid of his treasure being someone else's. 

The irrational part of his mind, the more carnal and impulsive part of him could no longer be held behind any sort of lock and key, especially not after his treasure was leaning towards him, clouds in his eyes. 

His control had waned, and before Morax knew it, he had yanked his face next to his and leaned down. 

His sweet treasure was presenting himself here, all for him. 

He nearly hummed in approval as felt himself being blanketed with the way he smelled, feeling his inner turmoil calm down significantly. He smelled of a sea breeze, salty, musky, and yet a hint of sweet flower was sprinkled in. 

He licked down Ajax’s neck, feeling him yelp and shiver as he continued his ministrations. 

But, his neck was not what he wanted. 

He yanked Ajax around and continued his motions, and traced the spot he wanted the most, feeling as Ajax relaxed into him. 

And then, he sunk his teeth into Ajax’s neck. 

His neck was one of the only things unblemished by the many colorful scars, freckles, and slight hair that covered his body. 

It was untouched, and therefore perfect. 

It would be a great way to showcase that the man was his, and his only. 

He bit down, feeling his teeth sink into warm flesh. And soon after, warm blood seeped into his mouth and he groaned at the taste. 

It was absolutely delectable. 

Bitter yet with a hint of sweat. 

Ajax’s.  

He couldn’t get enough of the feeling as he scooped up every single droplet that dripped out of his neck. A part of him nearly shook with joy as he saw the bite mark on Ajax’s neck, and he felt that strange ugly feeling start to wash over him again. 

It felt content, like it did not want to ever let go of Ajax. 

But, then, the fog cleared. 

Guilt washed over him in waves as he saw Ajax’s nape lazily bleeding with his teeth’s imprints left behind…that unbeknownst to him would soon turn into his sigil. 

He instantly let go of the man, as if he had burned him and muttered a quick apology before leaving. 

He avoided his treasure afterwards, and it seemed as if his treasure did as well. He felt strangely wounded over this, but there were other matters pressing. 

However, even if he told himself that. 

He could not stop his gaze from wandering over to Ajax, the man simply demanded his attention whenever he went, like a fiery sunset. 

He could not tear himself from his gaze, even if he tried to. 

And even if he knew well that they were now a bit at odds with each other, he still could not stop the warm feeling that bubbled up in his stomach from him. 

But soon enough, that strange ire would take hold of him again. 

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He had gone out after that shadow, and had gotten distracted momentarily. He blinked out of this strange daze and headed back towards their small campsite. 

Just when he overheard voices exchanging conversation. 

He recognized them. 

Morax’s heart warmed at the light and airy voice that he recognized as his treasure and felt his mood darken as he heard that the other voice belonged to none other than Sky Bracer. 

Morax knew he should not have been feeling especially angry at his own comrade, but he could not help it. 

And he could not help it, after finding them both entangled in each other’s arms, looking as if nothing else mattered in the world. 

He saw as Sky Bracer sunk himself deeper in Ajax, and as Ajax calmly passed his fingers through his hair, their bodies pressing closer than comfortable. And his hatred grew as he saw Sky Bracer’s arm locked tightly against his treasure’s waist. 

The bitter feeling rose up and he could no longer contain himself. 

Morax made his presence known by calling out to Ajax, causing them both to detach themselves from each other in a hurry. 

Ajax seemed so frenzied as if he was caught and in a hurry to explain whilst Sky Bracer looked slightly irritated behind his fear. 

Sky Bracer was quick to apologize, but Morax did not care. 

He couldn’t bring himself to care, when the man had carelessly draped himself over what was his. 

It was outrageous. 

The irrational part of him caught on and he sent the man away, wishing to only speak to Ajax alone. 

The man walked off, but Morax could clearly tell that although he was regretful he was caught, he had not been regretful of doing it, and was indeed satisfied with himself. 

He had already come to the conclusion that Sky Bracer loved Ajax the way he loved him. And knew just how much he wanted Ajax, just like he did. 

But he could not have him. 

Because Ajax was his, and he was Ajax’s. 

But even so, a hint of anger took over when he stalked over to Ajax, and leaned over him, asking him what he had done. 

And…

What he did not expect was that Ajax would look back at him with such scorn and bitterness in his face, and yell back at him. 

He did not know what to do. 

Or what to say at Ajax’s bitter words as they all left, one after another out of his mouth, scalding him like hot metal. 

He felt his anger dissipate at Ajax’s words, and felt his feelings heavy in his heart as he gazed at the person whom he adored so much. 

His treasure had been hurt, hurt by Morax’s actions, and the guilt settled in him heavily. As he felt helpless to prevent his treasure from spitting such venom. 

And was even more surprised at the sudden declaration he made. 

Eyes red-rimmed and tears flowing down his cheeks, Ajax screamed, “It makes me think that perhaps…I might have a chance…that I might be able to be yours….that I might be able to be…loved by you…that you…that you…that you might actually��love ME!”  

What?  

Morax was stunned. 

Ajax….

Ajax…..

Ajax....loved him? 

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Morax did not know what to make of this revelation, just what could he have possibly said? 

Although his treasure had partly admitted to loving him, he had also looked at Morax with such a hurt expression. 

Guilt settled even deeper into his bones, as he could not bear to meet Ajax’s eyes, out of fear of possibly hurting the man more. 

His actions had impacted Ajax, he had even left his own sigil onto his skin out of….possessiveness.  

That was the word Ajax had used against him. 

Morax felt terrible, as he watched his treasure run off, leaving him stumped. 

Soon enough, when he came into the campsite, he felt his heart ache as he watched his treasure laying down, sleeping soundly eyes, nose and cheeks puffy, and adorably red. 

But, those feelings did not last, as Guizhong pulled him aside, iron clad and angry. 

She yelled at Morax, telling him to stop making her shidi sad. 

And that she would pluck every last scale on his adeptal form, if he did not stop making Ajax sad and backed off for a few days until he calmed down. 

The guilt festered, and Morax wanted nothing but to properly convey the intensity of his feelings and apologize to his treasure. 

He had not meant to hurt him. 

But even so, he bitterly took Guizhong’s advice, “I know that you do not mean to hurt him Morax…I know you would not do it intentionally but…” 

She paused, before she continued on, “You must control that side of you….Ajax is not sure that you love him, he is not sure of anything because you have hurt him time and time again…If you want to make it up to him, earn back his trust and controlyourself…I know that is simply part of your nature, as it is in some of us, but this has gone on for too long and I am starting to have my own reservations about the intensity of your feelings.” 

She gave a small sigh as she continued on, “If you do not control yourself Morax, and if you lose your temperament and end up doing something you cannot undo because of your jealousy….,” she looked at him deeply in his eyes, hidden intent behind her eyes, “I will be the first one to seal you beneath a mountain for all eternity.” 

She meant it. 

Morax took her words, and vowed to give Ajax his space, and attempted to come up with a plan to win over his beautiful treasure. 

He would make sure to properly cherish him, to treat him correctly, to be better than he ever was to another person. 

He would make sure he did. 

No matter what it took. 

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Ajax stilled, staring back at the man who was burning holes into him. 

His long dark hair was messily tied back into a high ponytail, held together by a small black ribbon, eyes glowing ever so slightly in the now darkened cavern, looking rather….down…. 

A small frown sat on his face and his eyes looked rather conflicted, like a…reprimanded animal. 

Celestia above. 

Even after all this time, he guessed that Morax still managed to look cute even in the most odd of situations, which for some reason made him even more mad. 

He let out a small huff and turned around, to not face such an upset expression on the man’s face. 

Ajax fumbled with one of the bandages, managing to mostly get it wrapped around his neck first (after his brain cells eventually caught up with him). 

But, the shoulder was….a different situation. 

He couldn’t get it to wrap around his shoulder, no matter how hard he tried. 

And he really did. 

Attempting to use his other hand to nudge it correctly around his shoulder, but failing and seeing the pathetic bandage fall to the ground with a pathetic bump…. 

Ajax stared at the bandage. 

He did not know whether to laugh or cry at his failure, and instead prompted to try again. 

This time with a different strategy. 

He flung the bandage over his shoulder. 

And well… 

He must have used too much force, as the bandage went right over his shoulder and kept going, stumbling against something. 

Ajax looked back nervously over his shoulder, and nearly wanted to faint when he saw that it was right at Morax’s side. 

Morax blinked when he saw the bandage and looked up at Ajax, an unsure look in his eyes. 

Ajax stared back, unsure what to do as well. 

There was an awkward moment of silence, as they stared at each other, and then at the bandage. 

And then….

Morax carefully grabbed the bandage and stared at it for a while, seeming to debate something before he began to stand up. 

Ajax felt his heart in his throat as Morax walked over, his footsteps lighter than usual as he carefully sat down behind Ajax, who still had his neck craned over to look at him. 

He stared at Ajax before he said, low and cautious, “...Would you….mind…if I…helped you?”

Morax held out the bandage in his hand, looking uncharacteristically careful, as he was face-to-face with Ajax. 

Ajax didn’t know what to say. 

He couldn’t do it on his own, and if he tried to, it would most likely be such a hassle to do, and it would be too loose or too tight in some places. And so, he accepted his ego-devastating defeat and turned his head. 

If he was going to accept help from Morax, he would do so at least sparing his dignity. 

The man had not said anything since then. 

About what he said. 

And, Ajax knew it might as well have been rejection. 

With his silence and the conflicted expression on his face, it was clear to Ajax that the man clearly did not feel the same way. 

Perhaps his assumptions had been wrong. 

Maybe the man only felt some weird possession over him just like he had with Guizhong, maybe he felt protective over Ajax, and he had simply misunderstood his actions. 

And that notion hurt more than Ajax would ever imagine. But even so, he sucked it up and instead blinked back the burn behind his eyes, a numbing sensation overtaking his body and mind. 

If he was numb, then he did not have to deal with the realization that was staring back at him. 

But until he could fully come to terms in his deep denial that the other man did not feel that way, he simply turned away from him and attempted to imagine that it was simply just another doctor or just another comrade that was about to wrap up his hurt shoulder. 

Ajax felt Morax stiffen behind him, before he could faintly feel the trace of the tip of his finger going over his nape. 

He ignored it and felt as his breath tickled his bare skin, causing him to shiver slightly. 

Then, Morax began to roll the bandage up before he carefully began to wrap it up over his shoulder and then under, wrapping his torso a few times. 

Throughout it, Ajax felt the tips of his sharp nails scratch at his skin, causing goosebumps to appear on his skin, feeling his breath come out sharply and uneven. 

Thankfully, it was soon over as Morax tied it and backed up away from Ajax’s back as he stared a bit before he said, “It…is over…” 

Ajax gave a stiff nod, “Mm…thanks.” 

Morax did not say anything else and the sound of his footsteps heading over to the direction he previously was were heard. 

Ajax felt conflicted, his cheeks on fire and his heart racing as he scrambled to get himself together as he packed the rest of his things and retrieved his trusty bow. 

They were already told that they would return as soon as they could, and because the place they were headed off to was close, meant that they would not have to take everything with them. 

And so, Ajax silently put on the two layers of his top half clothes back and strapped on his bow. 

When he had already turned around to face Morax. 

He was already gone. 

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They were all waiting outside for him when he went out of the cavern, all with differentiating expressions. 

Guizhong waved over to him, with her own neck covered in bandages, which were barely visible under her high collar. 

Oh shit!  

He had forgotten to get the ointment and bandages and give them to Guizhong! 

After the encounter with Morax, he had forgotten to get them and give them to her. 

How could he be so careless? 

He sighed and walked over to her, who was sitting on a rock, her hair being combed through and braided into a long thick braid by Madam Ping who had a light mirth in her smile. 

Guizhong’s own expression seemed a bit more relaxed than usual, leaning back and allowing Ping to comb through her long hair, and melting into the touch. 

Though, if he looked closer he could see a slight smile pull at her lips. 

Perhaps something good had happened? 

He hoped it did. 

Maybe it was better that he forgot about it, because from the way it seemed, everything seemed much less awkward and tense between the two now, a great feat. 

Although, something in him urged that even if the conflict was not completely resolved and he doubted they had fully made up, he was still glad they were on better terms now. 

He went and sat next to her saying, “Shijie, did your neck also get injured?” he pointed at her bandaged neck. 

She nodded, “Yes! I do believe that next time we ought to lay down at least on the rock while we do it….My neck does not think it can take much after that..” 

..Ahhh…

Perhaps it was Ajax’s lack of a pure-minded brain, and his excess of dirty thoughts and his wild imagination, but the way she had worded it sounded like they had not just slept on each other’s shoulders. 

For the first time in his life, he saw Madam Ping’s own eyes look up from Guizhong’s hair and stare holes into Ajax. 

Her stare was not angry, but rather, cold.  

Like those disapproving stares he used to get from Zhongli whenever he would overexert himself and end up all covered in blood at Zhongli’s apartment. 

He could still feel the disbelief on his face and the slight twitch of his eye as he ushered Ajax in and immediately made a bee-line for the bathroom, urging Ajax to ‘please bathe himself.’ 

He did. 

Right after he dragged Zhongli inside the bath and made him bathe himself too. 

Although he had never seen Madam Ping this outraged and simply irritated before. 

At least, not directed towards him. 

Before any more misunderstandings could take place he sent a quick pleading stare at Madam Ping and said, “Shijie… please do not word it as such!...Others might misconstrue what we did by the creek….We simply fell asleep on each other’s shoulders and woke up with pain because of that…” 

This alleviated some of the icy-ness from Madam Ping’s stare but she still sent a small glare his way before her expression lessened and a relieved smile covered her face. 

Guizhong stilled, blinking before the implication of his words seemed to reach her and with flushed cheeks she barked with laughter as she leaned back, “Shidi!~ How scandalous of you, little minx! To imply such a thing!”

He chuckled a bit before he continued, “I’m serious, shijie! People will really think we are going out if you keep wording it so cryptically!” 

Guizhong shook her head, her smile wide on her face, “I doubt anyone would!” 

She then got closer, lowering her voice, “Of course….besides that old dragon and that iron-clad fish… ” 

Guizhong pointed a stare towards Morax and then towards Madam Ping who merely frowned, brought her finger to Guizhong’s forehead before she flicked it, “Ow!” 

She gripped at her forehead, covering Cloud Retainer’s blessing alongside it.

Madam Ping merely looked away, gathering her hair before hastily tying it into a firm braided bun, “...Jiao Ren…not fish,” she sat up before she walked off, polearm in hand. 

Guizhong pouted but did not say anything and instead grumbled, “..So....half-fish then…..hmm....still fish..” 

Ajax barked out in laughter, covering his mouth with his hands, causing Madam Ping to turn back and glare at them both, before cracking a smile and sauntering away to go and discuss further matters with the rest. 

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They set off in no time, with the rest of them following in silence. 

Nobody knew what to expect on the rest of the God’s army of trapped adepti. 

They had never encountered such a thing, and were especially on edge ever since they set off on this long trip. 

Morax was at the front, covering the rest of them with a firm Geo shield that reached until the very last person, likely to prevent anyone from sneaking up and attacking them. 

Moon Carver, Mountain Shaper, Sky Bracer and Madam Ping were all behind Morax, all in pairs, looking amongst themselves and looking at their surroundings. As if they expected anything to pop out of the thick covering of trees that surrounded the lush grass that covered the ground. 

Meanwhile Guizhong and Ajax were looking at each other, unsure as to whether to talk or just sit in the tense silence. 

Both of them were the chatterboxes of the group, and while they wanted to talk, and were dying to at least comment on the scenery, it felt very out of place to do so. 

And…a part of Ajax wanted to know if perhaps Zhongli became just like that because of Guizhong’s influence. 

He guessed it might have been the case, given the way the both of them talked so passionately and endlessly about their interests and the intricacies of many different things Ajax normally would not usually care about. 

He let out a small chuckle and returned his attention to his surroundings. 

It would be useless to think of such things now, he had to stay focused. 

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Eerily, nothing seemed out of ordinary as they made their way to where the traces of such energy was the strongest…which unbeknownst to Ajax….was where the God lived. 

However, what they did not all take into account was how cold it was going to be. 

The place the cruel thing lived in was up in the mountains, the highest top where the snow fell carefreely on the surrounding area, making it blanketed in heavy snow. 

The climb was strenuous as they went up the steep hill. 

Ajax, already used to having such low temperatures, was doing fine, more or less. 

It was colder in Snezhnaya, that was for sure. 

But, since he had not been in his motherland, in a long while. He had become quite accustomed to the hot and humid temperature of Liyue, even coming to enjoy it, as the rain was a nice new change to the usual snow that fell. It was not like Snezhanaya at all, and he liked it. 

And so, he was not used to the freezing temperatures that graced him as much as he used to. 

But, the one thing he appreciated was that, with the movement, it seemed to be enough to keep him warm for now. 

After a while, they came across a clearing of sorts, covered with white and red. 

There were many bodies, thrown about the snow carelessly, some blanketed with a light layer of snow, while others laid on top of the snow, their lifeless faces visible to everyone. And surrounding them all was a dark puddle of blood and entrails. 

They walked around the bodies, though it was difficult to do so, with the fact that almost the entirety of the ground was covered in bodies. 

It was hundreds of thousands of them, all people Ajax had no idea about. 

And alongside the blood and snow, there was that same energy around their bodies and seeping out of every pore and surface of their bodies. 

It was a cruel display. 

And the crueler thing about it was the amount of adeptal energy that surrounded them, a clear indicator that they were all adepti. 

It was meant to display the power that cruel thing had over everyone who dared cross its path, one meant to intimidate the others. 

He walked by them and watched how Guizhong nearly gagged, dry heaving and bending over, at the smell and sight. 

He patted her back and covered her nose with his hands, “Breathe through your nose.” 

She gave a curt nod, eyes red-rimmed and eyebrows drawn together. 

They walked until they hit a stop. 

Up ahead, there were many different adepti all looking back at them, wrists and feet tied with chains as they dragged them along as they walked towards them. 

They did not have any weapons on them. 

Everyone seemed to pause as they saw the recognizable trace of adeptal energy running through them, and seemed to hesitate to initiate the attack. 

But, they did not have time to dwell on such things. 

Morax himself seemed to be the most taken back, as his control faltered and his shield waned. 

It was enough for them. 

As in the blink of an eye, the adepti charged forward, the same malicious energy surrounding them once more. 

It was delicious. 

They were brutal, breaking the weakened shield and charging forwards, in a series of vicious attacks as they brought down the very chains they were held by on them. 

Childe did not have time to bring out his bow as he charged forward, meeting their brutal attacks with his own as he brought down his dual spears and quickly changed them to a polearm and then a singular sword to block the attack. 

They had not anticipated it, as they did not have time to dodge and fell to the ground, as Childe surged forward to kill it, he was stopped by Guizhong, “Do not kill them!” 

He stopped, then nodded. 

He had gotten carried away, with the sweet smell of the energy they exuded, energy that wasn’t theirs. 

He controlled his larger instincts that were screaming at him to take the energy for himself and feast on their excess in energy. 

The thing inside him whined in pain, like a wounded animal but he ignored it, shoving it down as he blocked and knocked each of the next adeptus who flung at him, with a certain lifeless expression in their eyes. 

They really did not want to do this. 

Ajax huffed, using his water to form firm ropes as he tied each of them down, and carried on with the next on, and the next one, and the next one. 

And the next one. 

And the one after that. 

And the one after that one. 

And the next after that. 

And the next.

Until, they were all squirming around on the floor, tied by their elements, desperate to keep their lives and follow the command that the cruel thing had said to them. 

Morax ignored them and walked ahead, his destination towards the huge settlement up ahead, a relatively large building, where the cruel thing must have lived inside. 

They were stopped of course. 

One after another, as the adepti charged ahead of them, all with a lifeless and desperate look in their eyes. 

They each got tied down and promptly knocked out as they hurried up ahead. 

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Soon enough, he entered the main entrance. 

Morax knocked the door down, only to be met with a familiar pair of eyes, surrounded by other adepti who all looked lifeless as well. 

He had seen him before. 

It had been the shadow who had been staring at them, stalking them through the trees, with an almost childish curiosity. 

But, what he had not expected was just how he really was. 

Barely an adolescent in adepti standards, barely manifested and a bit older than Ganyu. 

Morax stared down at him. 

His hair was a muted shade of green, with a weak lighter color underneath, and Morax had no doubt in his mind that it would shine brighter if he was properly nourished. 

Although adepti rarely need to eat a lot of food to survive, as they did not need to eat food on a daily basis like humans, that did not mean they did not need to eat it. 

His skin was deathly pale and he nearly looked ghostly, he was thin and gaunt, a result that was also from malnourishment. 

His clothes were in terrible condition, tattered and thrown loosely on his body. His wrists and feet tied once again with those shackles he previously shattered. 

The boy looked up at Morax, a conflicted expression passed through him before a lifeless one overcame him and he alongside his other adepti charged forwards.

Morax could tell they did not want to fight, as they were weak in their attacks and merely just wanted to use it as a scare tactic. 

It seemed that this God of theirs had truly been cruel. 

Cruel enough that it garnered their loyalty, for fear of their lives being in jeopardy, if not. 

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Ajax ran up ahead, catching up to Morax who was dodging half-hazardous but quick attacks from…

He squinted his eyes to see what that shadow was and nearly felt his heart leave his chest when he noticed that familiar annoying face. 

It was….that brat!  

The one and only bratty child who was endlessly loyal to Morax. 

Xiao! 

What a sight for sore eyes! 

The brat sent a glare his way when he noticed Ajax staring at him, despite fighting off attacks from someone else. 

Ajax nearly let out a laugh. 

Even though they had not properly acquainted themselves with one another, it seemed it was bound to have that brat dislike him upon first meeting. 

Although…this time, he could attempt to at least be cordial to that brat. 

Because in the future, he would be someone whom he really wants to spar with! 

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Morax saw as the boy snarled and retreated from Morax’s attack signaling towards his other adepti to get back. 

They all ran into the main room before Morax had a chance to do anything about it. 

And so, he stepped forward, opening the door with a slight push, despite the attempts of so many to keep them all out. 

And in a flash, he stepped forward, feeling a thousand pairs of eyes on him. 

He looked up to see the devil he had not seen in many years. 

It was someone in his old memories.

The fool that tried to usurp and similarly imprison Morax all those years ago. 

Qiong Qi.  

He stared at the thing before him, unbelieving. 

A deep seeded hatred blossomed inside of Morax as he stared into the man as he was surrounded by adepti all guarding him. 

He was a despicable devil, one that feasted great joy from others pain and suffering and guided those who were cruel at heart. He once believed that Morax was just as horrible as he was, and attempted to gain some allyship with him, which he refused. 

He kept trying. 

Day after day, Guizhong helped him up and he stopped. 

Then suddenly, he found out what Morax’s true colors were, and he disliked it. 

He suddenly changed his usual pleasantries and threatened to take Morax and his new order down, and even said terrible things about Guizhong, mostly regarding his own sick ideals about her.

Morax reigned victorious in the last standoff with that horrid creature, scaring him off and weakening significantly for a lifetime’s worth of energy. 

The creature scoffed and ran off like the weak thing it was and Morax believed he would never see it again. 

But, he was wrong. 

And he knew he should have ended his life when he could, instead of relying on the newly implemented morals Guizhong instilled in him. 

Because even with attempts at reform, trash like him, would never change. 

No matter what. 

Qiong Qi snarled at him as he hid weakly behind his terrified guards, who shook under his gaze as it swept through them, tainted with that filthy energy that he spready with every movement of his hand. 

Morax had not expected such a vermin to become such a big problem, but he guessed that's what this creature liked doing the most. 

He liked causing chaos, war and encouraging terrible behaviors in all those he could. 

All done in order to rule over those whom he considered weaker than him, all in the name of obtaining power and mayhem to all those around him. 

He was truly such a cowardly creature. 

Enslaving and trapping those whom he considered inferior to him, to serve his weakened state and to be at his every beck and call. 

Morax understood why he chose such a method to obtain the energy of humans. Since his original form was weak, it made sense why he would obtain it through the means of dream eating. 

“Morax…So that really is you?” Qiong Qi said, smiling too widely as he sauntered over, eyes wide and manic. 

Morax did not say anything. 

Qiong Qi cackled as he hunched over and smiled, “Even after all this time, you are still so terribly serious, Morax….How sweet.”  

Morax felt his patience thin as he retrieved his spear and flung it at him. 

It was blocked by another adeptus, whom the vermin had thrown in front of himself. Morax watched as blood ran down her mouth as she heaved in and out until she fell to the ground, life draining out of her eyes. 

Qiong Qi laughed as he watched her die and reach for help, “AHAHAHAAHAHAHA....Morax, Morax, Morax! You are still so impulsive and straight to the point, aren’t you?” 

The other adepti trembled as the boy avoided looking at her face, though Morax could see the desolate look on his face. 

Morax gritted his teeth, “Quit your games, Qiong Qi! Stop this nonsense and go back into the hole you were once in, sick vermin!” 

Qiong Qi’s grin simply grew as he stared at Morax before he sighed, “My goodness…this has really gone too far…I’m starting to get bored of all this banter,” he pushed the body of the adeptus out of the way before he headed nonchalantly towards another door, presumably the exit. 

Morax charged forward, taking out his spear from the adeptus and going straight towards Qiong Qi. 

Failing to notice. 

The massive trap Qiong Qi had set just for him. 

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He fell right into a pit of the energy he detested. 

All at once, he felt his lungs fill up with the toxic energy as he was consumed by it. 

It was pure torture, a never ending one, and all over again. 

He was reminded of everything he had done before, of all those he did not get to save, and those who died before his hands. 

It was a nightmare before his eyes. 

As all he saw was brutality, gore, and blood smattered everywhere he looked, eyes covered the terrain staring holes into him as all he heard was the overlapping screams and pleas of those who had died before him. 

He covered his ears, scratching at his eyes until he felt them pool up with blood. 

But the nightmare would not end. 

No matter what he did. 

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The rest of them hurried after Ajax, turning to see Morax trapped inside of a weird circle  

He was not able to stop Morax from rushing straight into that strange substance on the floor, and he winced when he saw it expand and overwhelm his figure. 

His pupils widened as he felt his heart in his throat, a terrible feeling overwhelming him. 

Fuck. 

He nearly ran straight into it before he was pulled back by Mountain Shaper who screamed at him, “Do not go in! We do not know if it's safe!” 

Ajax felt his heart race anxiously as he pulled at Mountain Shaper’s hand and attempted to go towards where Morax was, but his grip was iron-tight as he squeezed his hand. 

Ajax shook his head, “But he’s trapped inside! We have to get him out! Let go of me, shushu!”  

Mountain Shaper pulled him back to him and slapped him across his face, “Think logically, insolent fool…You are diving straight first into your death without so much as a second thought…Keep your head clear and remember our objectives….We are adepti, we have to worry about the safety of our people first…We will.....worry about him later.” 

This seemed to get through to Ajax who pulled back and felt the sting of his slap bring settle his nerves. He stopped resisting Mountain Shaper’s grip as the rest of the adepti fought against the others. 

He nearly lost it at the sight of Morax trapped and helpless inside of that ball of filthy energy. 

He had to keep it together. 

Mountain Shaper gave a ghost of a smile before he let go of Ajax and blocked an attack headed straight for Moon Carver’s back. 

Ajax gripped his sword tightly as he went to provide back up to Madam Ping who was busy tying the others up with similar wispy ropes. 

He kept his eye on Morax the entire time, watching how the man sunk deeper and deeper into that pool of filthiness, feeling his heart in his throat. 

He had to deal with this faster if he wanted to get him out of there. 

Ajax frantically blocked off attacks and hurriedly rounded up the adepti, who did not struggle much and remained still as lifeless dolls as they got tied together in one large group. 

Ajax nearly shuddered at how they easily accepted defeat, not fighting for their freedom in the slightest. 

Like they had already accepted death. 

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Alatus did not know what to do as he gazed at Rex Lapis’ eyes. 

They were bright, aggressive and domineering, fit for a War God, he presumed. 

But at the same time, underneath all of that, there was a subtle gentility about them, a certain distant sadness.  

Alatus did not know what to make of them, as he charged forward on his Lord’s command. 

He had to bring his Lord the head of this Rex Lapis, he had to do it. 

Because if he wouldn't, he would face a punishment far worse than death. 

Even if the man looked so pitifully at him, even if he had freed him from his shackles momentarily, and even if he displayed no violence towards him, merely blocking his attacks. 

Alatus still had to follow orders. 

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Alatus watched as Rex Lapis rushed straight for his Lord, watching him fall directly into his trap, once that he did not notice out of his own disdain and hatred for his Lord. 

A pang of an indescribable feeling washed over Alatus as he watched his Lord leave, and as that fiery-headed man charged forward desperate to go over to Rex Lapis. 

Alatus paused at this. 

Stopping his movements, and moving away from where his other subordinates were charging straight first into the others. 

He felt his heart in his ears as he stared at the scene before him, and watched as Rex Lapis sunk deeper and deeper into that pool of abysmal energy. 

It was the punishment he feared the most from his Lord. 

One that everybody was terrified of ever receiving. 

One that he had experienced. 

Alatus recalled the feeling of that energy invading his lungs, ears, eyes, mouth, mouth, as it invaded his entire body and caused a great amount of excruciating pain. Pain that you could not escape from. 

He remembered how it felt to remember every single detail of his past deeds, every single inch of pain that passed through his body as he remembered the lashings and brutal torture his Lord had inflicted upon him and his own comrades. 

He remembered the feeling of being on the brink of starvation, as he heaved and felt weak, reaching towards the freshly fallen snow and stuffing it into his face, filling his stomach with it until the pain receded ever so slightly. 

The noise of every scream of his comrades as they were publicly executed, tortured, then brutally killed in front of his eyes, as he was helpless to do anything. 

Helpless to stop it all. 

Helpless to prevent anything. 

Too weak. 

Too fragile. 

Not strong enough. 

He remembered it all, and suddenly, he felt compelled to go towards Rex Lapis. His body moved before he knew it, and he drew his hand inside, clenching his teeth in pain as he felt the energy prick at his hand. 

He reached inside, grabbing Rex Lapis’ hand as he roughly pulled him up. 

The man was heavy, but manageable. 

He pulled the man up, until he was back up from that foul energy. 

But, he had underestimated the amount of force he exerted and suddenly, he fell in. 

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Morax blinked, coughing the energy out of his lungs, feeling as his own energy combated against it. 

He took in heavy breathes as he gathered himself up, reaching for his polearm, and gripping it tightly onto it. 

He felt a hand hold him up and tell him something. 

But he did not make out what they had said, hearing someone talk and mutter to someone else who said something back to them. 

The next thing he felt was a warm hand touching his palm, and then suddenly he sucked in a breath. 

A rush of energy filled him up, clearing up his meridians and making him cough the energy out violently from his lungs, feeling as if it was swallowed up by someone else. 

Suddenly, his vision cleared up as he saw a familiar fiery head and a pair of eyes peering down at him, holding him up and saying something he couldn’t make out. 

“Mo..” 

“M-rax!” 

“Mo-x!” 

Morax curled his head to look at him, attempting to discern his words. 

“MORAX!”  

He snapped up, looking at Ajax, who was staring at him, frantically pouring energy into him, swallowing the infectious energy and holding onto him desperately. 

As if he was about to fade from existence, if he let go even slightly. 

He seemed to notice Morax came to because he pulled Morax into his arms and held onto him ever tighter, continuing to pour energy and take it from Morax’s meridians. 

Morax felt scared for a second. 

Ajax was taking too much of that energy. 

He knew he had a certain gift from the Abyss, the place Celestia had built to punish those who had sinned under her commands. 

He attempted to pull away from Ajax, but was stopped, “No! Don’t move! I haven’t cleared it all, do not move Morax!....please.”  

Morax shook his head, “No…it is not safe…” 

Ajax shook his head, eyes red-rimmed and eyebrows knit together, “Shut up! Do not tell me anything about being safe right now!...You are hurt, I can help you…just let me help you, dammit!!” 

Morax felt his heart in his throat as he felt the space where his gnosis was warm up, like an everlasting fire glowing brighter after being fed a bit of wood after millennia. 

He carefully cupped Ajax’s jaw, holding it with his free hand. He stroked it a few times, seeing how it seemed to cause further distress in Ajax’s face. 

“It is…alright…You do not need to administer so much energy…I have already taken enough…” 

Ajax faltered and seemed to be at odds with himself, before he gave a hesitant nod, “..Okay…” 

He pulled away a bit, but not before carefully stroking Morax’s hand with his cheek. 

The two pulled away from each other, before they heard a loud sigh.

It was Guizhong, who looked somewhat exasperated, “Celestia above! It is like I am watching a seven hour opera about pining lovers…You two are really driving me crazy with all of your sweetness, I feel my teeth rotting and falling out as they speak!...Shidi, I promise you that reckless dragon is fine, his meridians will begin to clear themselves out soon enough, please do not waste your energy…” 

Ajax coughed, cheeks red, “Shijie! Please don't tease me at such a vital time!” 

She rolled her eyes playfully before she shook her head, “Tease? I am simply stating the truth…My goodness…” 

She turned towards Morax, who had Madam Ping at his side, checking his meridians before sighing in relief. 

“And you….reckless and block-headed old dragon!!  I am seriously going to get a huge migraine after seeing the things you do! How many times do I have to tell you that you should analyze your surroundings better before rushing in no matter how you may feel. I swear my veins were about to pop out when I saw where you had landed yourself…Celestia above, Shizun.”  

She looked outraged, as she pointed a finger at Morax, who merely blinked at her before he nodded, “...I will make sure to not rush into situations anymore…” 

Guizhong sighed, “No matter…We must hurr-” 

She stopped. 

She turned towards the space where Morax was once inside. 

Everyone’s attention turned towards the adeptus who had pulled Morax free. He too was similarly trapped inside, drowning in the pool of energy. 

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Ajax turned to look at him. 

Of course, it was that brat Xiao! 

Even before becoming loyal to Zhongli at least officially, he already was…huh…

He guessed it would always be like this. 

Guizhong stared at it and stepped forward before being pulled back by Madam Ping who shook her head, “No. Do not attempt to pull him out, shijie… This energy…is especially concentrated here…You will not be safe if you come into contact with so much of it at once.” 

Guizhong frowned but nodded, “Okay…But…we have to save this kid…We have to free all of them, they are only loyal because this tyrant is tormenting them so much! They are loyal out of fear…not love or respect...” 

Madam Ping nodded, “I understand…but we cannot risk that tyrant getting away while he gets distracted here…But.....I promise you that we will free them, shijie…We will..”

Guizhong nodded, but struggled to tear her sight from the trapped adeptus. 

Madam Ping looked at all of them, who nodded. 

She was right, they had to kill the source of it all. 

Because the source was the cause of everything. 

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Morax stared at the youth who had saved him and felt his heart soften when he noticed who it was. 

It was that shadow who had followed them. 

A hint of a smile grazed his lips as he saw him. 

Even despite everything he had been subjected to, he had still found it in his heart to help free him from that terrible plague. 

Morax looked at him and vowed to set him free. 

To guide him and take him as a disciple. 

This one had great promise. 

There was no doubt in his mind that he would be an excellent warrior in no time. 

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That coward Qiong Qi had not reached far. 

Only reaching a few miles away until they reached him, cowering in fear and begging for mercy as they easily took down his guards one by one. 

“Morax! Please! You do not understand! We could be great together! We could easily bring everyone down to our feet and rule over the entire world! Please! You do not understand what you are doing!” 

Morax huffed, grabbing him by the throat before he brought him down like a doll onto the floor, slamming his body down onto the snow. 

Even if he had a few tricks up his sleeve, he was no mastermind. 

Just a cowardly evil vermin, a plague that infected everyone around him. 

Nothing else, nothing more. 

Qiong Qi gargled his own blood as he screamed, Morax’s grip tightening around his throat. 

“Shut up,” he gripped his throat tighter until there was a firm crack and then, blood sprayed everywhere, covering the snow outside. 

Qiong Qi’s body twitched on the floor as his head got detached from it, and was being gripped inside Morax's arms. 

His lifeless head stared back at Morax, caught between a scream and a laugh as he let go of the head and watched it roll onto the ground. 

Morax stared at it for a bit, before he took out his polearm and sliced both his body and his head into halves. 

His entire body was covered in blood and the dirty energy was seeping like mold out of the body of a lifeless Qiong Qi. 

Morax turned away from it, gripping his polearm by his side before he started to walk back to the previous domain of the dead Lord. 

The rest of the adepti did not question his brutality and merely lifted the guards and hoisted them back towards the domain. 

It would be easier to explain it to them if they were all in one room. 

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Morax stood face to face with the pit that had once consumed him and slowly started to pour his own energy into it, feeling as it rushed through his meridians and out of his palm. 

The energy fought back, but it was no match to the overwhelming power that flowed out of his hand. 

The rest of the adepti stood besides him, helping pour their own adeptal energy to clear the huge pit of foul energy. 

It started to clear slowly.

And as each particle of that energy started to fade, Morax saw as the boy’s body was being cleared of it as well. 

In one swoop of his hand, he picked up the boy, and poured his energy into him, feeling as his body fought against it. 

Ajax pressed his own palm to the boy’s forehead, consuming the rabid energy inside him and clearing it out slowly within himself. 

It was a slow and tedious process. 

One that left all of The Adepti’s meridians left of little to no energy. 

But, it was all worth it as the boy gasped, opening his eyes in shock and gasping air. Like a human breathing for air after being deprived of it after so long. 

He looked frantically around him and moved around so much that Morax had to hold him down, “Calm down….you are free now.” 

The boy stared at him, for a bit before saying in a voice so faint it was almost incorrigible, “...free…dom..?"  

Morax nodded, “Yes, I have slain Your Lord.....You have been released of your shackles now,” he gripped at the shackles surrounding his feet making them turn into dust with a mere press of his hands. 

A strange light flashed within the boy’s eyes, hope.  

Before he could say anything, there was a sudden large wisp of air as suddenly, a strange object fell from seemingly nowhere, and right into the boy’s palms. 

He grasped at it, and he stared in disbelief at it. 

Ajax stepped closer and his eyes widened. 

It was a vision. 

An anemo one at that. 

Which could only mean that the Anemo Archon had appeared already.

He guessed the brat was the first one to receive such a gift.

Lucky bastard. 

The boy looked up at Morax and then to everyone, disbelief still painted on his face as he grasped at the vision granted to him, staring at it with curiosity, “I…am…free?”  

Guizhong chuckled as she smiled, “Yes, you are free from your shackles, young one….You are allowed to do as you please from now on.” 

Alatus stared up at everyone, before giving a deep kowtow, “Thank…you.”  

Guizhong’s smile saddened as she went to bring him back up, “There is no need for thanks, young one….Be at ease now.” 

Alatus stared at her wide-eyed, as he shook her off, but did not say anything. 

Guizhong smiled, “...Young one, say....what do you plan to do now that you have obtained freedom?” 

Alatus seemed confused before he shook his head, “I…do not know.” 

Morax had a hint of a smile before he said, tone low and warm, “....Well…if you are not sure…then…what do you say about a contract?” 

Alatus blinked, “A...contract?” 

Morax nodded, “Yes, a contract…It is a mutual agreement between both sides, where we both receive mutual benefits to obtain our separate goals.” 

Alatus gave a small nod, “I…understand…But…what does it entail…?” 

“...Serve me and you will obtain the freedom and purpose you so desire. Fight for me and you will see change and peace wash over the world in a few seconds. I have seen great promise in you and you have impressed me…Our contract will allow you to train under me and protect the people in my growing nation. In exchange for what you will give me, you will be granted anything you desire as long as it is under moral guides….What do you say?” 

Alatus blinked, his face filled with something akin to worship and admiration before he bowed before Morax, “This one accepts.....My Lord have saved me from misery, one will follow My Lord until the end of my time and fight for My Lord with every last breath this humble servant can give!” 

Morax smiled, eyes and hair glowing as he said, “Then it is set in stone. Go against it and you shall suffer the wrath of the rock.” 

Alatus nodded furiously, some tears stinging his eyes, “Thank…you…My Lord.” 

Morax touched his head, “Now then…what is your name, young one?” 

Alatus did not dare raise his head, but he shook his head, “This lowly one does not deserve a name…My only title given to me by Qiong Qi was…General Alatus.”  

Morax’s eyes flashed gold as he touched Alatus’ head once more, yet his hand remained, “Then…from now on, Alatus, your name shall be…Xiao….Even if you are gone from the mountains which have housed you, you will always be a mountain demon..”

Xiao raised his head up, blinking back tears furiously as he looked up towards Morax as if he was a venerable saint sent from the heavens himself. 

But Ajax guessed it made sense, since he too would have reacted in such a way if he were to be saved back in The Abyss…Perhaps that’s why he had so much endearment towards Skirk and still has endearment to her even now, despite the terrible way she had treated him. 

He could not blame the brat for reacting like that. 

He laughed, and wondered how long it would take for the brat to finally be strong enough to go against him fully in a fight. And the ridiculous idea that he would get to train Xiao crossed his mind and he nearly burst out laughing right then and there. 

Or the idea that Xiao would send him dirty glares if he got close to Morax…hmmm…he looked forward to that. 

He really wanted to tease the brat, especially after meeting him in such a hurried way back in his own world. 

He sighed and watched as Morax looked like a proud father looking at his son (Xiao)achieve an incredible goal for the first time…

Wait.

Did that mean…

Ajax was technically....

His….father too?!!

#childe x zhongli #zhongli #zhongchi #childe tartaglia ajax #my fic writing #my fic #my fanfiction #my fanfic #genshin impact #tartali #morax #angst with a happy ending #fluff #eventual happy ending #Kinda slow burn #slow burn #time travel #genshin liyue #geo archon #reconciliation #grieving #character death #original character #chili

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Vito on Friendship & Loyalty

Spoilers for Mafia II and Mafia III under the cut.

Vito, the cold-hearted calm rational

Contrary to the wiki writers’ belief, Vito values friendship and sentiment above anything else. He could be called naive (especially in his line of work) but it’s so hard to blame him. 

Mafia II: Henry & Leo

It’s both damning and redeeming for Vito, this trait.

Without helping Henry, without being his friend, Henry would have an easier time pulling the “this is only business” card when being asked a favor by Vito (to spare Leo). 

(Assuming there was nothing else going on behind the door when Vito stands there and tries to smoke with his hands shaking, Henry literally stared at Leo for a few long seconds, probably replaying the kicked-puppy look Vito had given him just before leaving the kitchen, and then let his hand fall with an eloquent “fuck” and told Leo to get the hell out before he changes his mind. Or maybe he changed his mind when he took the shot and deliberately missed.)

(It’s interesting, and painful, and beautiful, to think of this as Henry’s unintentional way of redeeming himself. After everything he’s pulled Vito into, he saves his life with this decision. He is also the reason Vito needs to be saved in the first place, but that’s how the whole game goes.)

Without helping Henry, without being his friend, Vito wouldn’t have gotten into... any of the shit he’d gotten into, honestly. (With the exception of the army.) I also think - because it is never said otherwise - that Vito has suspicions, maybe truly thinks - that he had been fucked over by Henry, in the end. He was the one who seemed to be able to accept the whole idea (where Joe only shoots it down without second thoughts) after being told by Wong. And when he gets told so (as a fact) by Leo, I don’t think he truly has it in him to argue otherwise. 

The only times Vito is truly upset with Henry is when:

a) Henry shows up after being a stranger for years (the cold act goes away embarrassingly quickly, though) - after Henry abandoned him.

b) Henry says he has to shoot Leo, no matter what (”dammit, Henry, I’m your friend here!”) - when Henry seems to prioritize the mission over Vito, over their friendship, their past, the fact that Vito would have done the same and more for him, and when Henry seems to be unperturbed about the fact that Falcone is being a hypocritical dick with the dope, as if the lies and two-faced philosophy didn’t matter.

c) Henry omits the fact that they are not going to just get rid of all the dope at once, but sell it instead in smaller doses. - Henry purposely avoided this bit of information because he could tell that Vito would probably refuse to play the part. A betrayal of trust. 

He forgives all that. After the last mention of Henry in the car with Leo, he never speaks his name again. (Let’s ignore that the game is just full of plot holes, let’s see this as Vito’s coming to terms with Henry’s ultimate betrayal.) 

Without helping Leo, risking everything, he would have been killed after the fuck-up with the Tongs. 

Leo, technically, did nothing wrong - from The Family’s point of view. He had repaid what was owed. 

The fact he didn’t include Joe in the deal (whacking Falcone) was a dick move only from a friendship perspective, and I think Vito wouldn’t hold it against Leo as much as he did if Leo wasn’t a father figure to him. He genuinely liked the old man, he risked everything for him without a second thought. 

Leo didn’t save Joe (even though, presumably, he had the power to do so, although that’s left for us to wonder about) while knowing he was closer than a brother to Vito. 

Getting out of the whole mess alive wasn’t entirely a win for Vito. (The ending never felt like a good ending, no matter that the player/Vito survived.) He was never truly grateful for being allowed to stay in the business, to be a goddamned mole and to work with people he couldn’t trust for years to come. He never stopped looking for Joe, he never stopped hoping, he spent a lot of time and money on tracking down Joe’s killers. He never forgave Leo.

A Leo Afterthought

(And it all makes me think that Leo kind of wanted to have Vito inside Falcone’s family from the very beginning - and Joe was a good excuse. He told Vito it’s because of Joe – and Vito accepts that, because yeah, in the years spent in the same goddamned suite in the prison, they talked. Leo knows how important Joe is to Vito. Therefore it is logical and nice of the old man to take that into account.

I don’t think Leo took that into account. As in, not the way Vito thinks, expects. He probably knew that Vito would be of better use in a different family. Leo knew that being Vito’s friend is much more secure position than being the capo di tutti capi himself. He had time (too much, I’d say) to get to know Vito, he could tell Vito is prone to sentiment, attachment. He also knew that keeping Vito on his good side would get him results. If Falcone planned to do something that would somehow hurt Vinci’s family, Vito wouldn’t give a fuck. But if Falcone planned to do something that would hurt Leo Galante specifically, Vito (assuming he would know about it) would tell him. The incident with Henry only proved him right. 

Also, I am almost certain that if Vito and Joe, while trying to kill Alberto Clemente, saw Henry sitting there in the hotel room with Clemente, they would never go through the attack. 

They both didn’t care for their Families and duties as much as for those they considered friends.)

Mafia III: Lincoln & Alma

Then - Vito gets to New Bordeaux, having to work for Leo Galante he now hates. He finally sees him as a member of The Family, not family. And he is bitter as hell about it. He lost Frankie, he lost Henry (be it to the Feds or the Tongs), he lost Leo, he lost Joe. Now he is stuck in this city, working for someone who hates his guts and wants to find the smallest excuse for feeding him to the fish, too. 

In the end, he gets fucked over again. By Sal. I don’t think he even tried to get close to that man.

Vito, who sees value in friendship and loyalty, and works on these principles, always has, on one side. On the other - Sal Marcano. The exact opposite.

I cannot imagine how would that feel for a 26 year old Vito, still mourning, lonely as fuck, being thrown out of Empire Bay to the lion’s den. He gets River Row, the biggest dump, and makes it profitable with a lot of work. He sends messages back to Galante, he meets Alma. 

Alma is probably the first friendly face, someone Vito grows attached to (against his better judgement, he probably thinks), someone he can trust, in the end. There are no interactions in the game, but they talk about each other with loving exasperation, with respect. I don’t have to see them together to know they care about each other, genuinely so.

Then Lincoln comes, and - oh, along with him, the potential of a close associate, or a painful betrayal. Vito sees the ruthless kid-turned-killing-machine and knows he can’t risk getting too attached. 

He never stops expecting the betrayal. He is overjoyed if it doesn’t come. He is disgusted if it does. (Depends on the player, of course.)

And as @tommytranselo​ mentioned in some (frankly amazing) posts - with Vito being the one offering a doctor, a protection, asking if Lincoln sleeps or eats - this could play into that theory. That he gets attached, he cares, he wants to trust and be trusted, it comes naturally to him. In his life, he's had only a few close people and he thinks he had lost them all (and not all of them to death).

I think Vito tries to make a connection the moment he meets Lincoln for the first time with Sal and Giorgi by his side. When Lincoln comes to fish Vito’s ass out of the freezer, Vito is understandably keeping his distance. This is strictly business, it seems (and he really, really, needs to keep this in mind so he wouldn’t get burned). Lincoln needs some help - money, people, because you can single-handedly bring down the Empire, but you can’t single-handedly hold it for long - and Vito is already a dead man walking. He needs to expect Lincoln will try to get rid of him, in the end, too. 

But at the same time - Lincoln got fucked over because he was loyal. Lincoln did all this for love, for family, for things Vito would die for, and kill for, too. Lincoln paid the highest price for trusting someone he shouldn’t have, loving someone he shouldn’t have. Lincoln made the mistakes Vito kept making, too, over and over. 

In Donovan’s files in the menu of the game, you can read Donovan’s analysis of Vito: “Vito toes the line about loyalty and all that other bullshit, but make no mistake -- the man's a killer. If he even thinks you're planning to fuck him, he's coming after you.”

Vito grew absolutely ruthless over the years - because of this constant fuckery going on. Probably going apeshit whenever he met yet another fucker who wanted to mess with him. (Grecco being the most recent example.) I think that working under Sal, he had witnessed this happening so many times that he would have to be mad to think he would be an exception. 

And even though he wouldn’t say anything, I think it would be pretty clear from all the cold but polite encounters those two had to have over the years. Sal knows Vito’s standing on how he treats people around him. Vito knows it’s only a matter of time for him. And if there’s something worse than a simple fucker who fires a few shots at you and openly tries to kill you, it’s a fucker who invites you for a drink and gives you false smiles instead while plotting your death. A fucker who can’t just hate you openly, a fucker who will keep you close first. Before he stabs you in the back.

The Potential Ending (why would you, tho-)

That’s why making him think he will get fucked over again by Lincoln will push him to desperate measures. 

After killing Vito, Lincoln comes to Alma. The conversation goes:

Alma: “He’s dead. isn’t he? Vito.”

Lincoln: “You need to know I never lied to him. He came after me.”

Alma: “When it comes to trust, you are both fucking assholes. You for... whatever bullshit you’re going through. Vito, on account of taking a mountain of shit back in Empire Bay. All because he was a good little soldier. And that’s before whatever happened to that friend of his… Como se llama? Fucking Joe. Vito used to say the two of them always did what they were told. Didn’t stop Joe from getting cut to little bits by his own goddamn people. So what happens now?”

Lincoln: “Do what you’re doing, and keep the money coming.”

Alma: “I can live with that.”

(The tones are important. This sounds very cold when written. Watch the vid if you haven’t.) 

After Lincoln repeatedly asks for Vito’s help with securing the district but doesn’t assign it to him, Vito finally snaps: “Don’t matter your shade, you’re just another two-face scumbag like everybody else. And I’m through with it.”

I Deserved Better

Vito: “I always thought you were different from those other cock-suckers. That fat Derek Pappalardo. Alberto Clemente. Leo Galante. But no, there’s always somebody waitin’ to fuck me.”

Lincoln: “Nobody forced you to get greedy. You could’ve sat back, been content, watched the money roll in. but no, that wasn’t enough.”

Vito: “Fuck you. I gave up everything for this life. Everything! And look where I ended up. I deserved better.” 

It wasn’t that Vito wanted more. Vito wanted to be treated with trust and respect. He was never greedy, he was okay with being what he was as long as there was no bullshit involved. He has always been open about this. “I got no problem being small time as long as it comes to me straight down the line. The way things work. If you ask a man to lock down turf, you put him in charge of it. No question.” (source)

Straight to the point, no bullshit, no lies, no two-faced business. Be either friend, or an enemy, or nobody. Simple as that.

Vito will have more respect for the biggest scumbag there is as long as the said scumbag is straight with people. Hell, it is preferable to get shot between the eyes right away before believing someone to be a friend only to get a knife in the back. It always comes back to this.

No matter how much loyalty and love had cost him so far - he keeps on hoping, caring. He is bitter and angry, tired and broken-hearted, and yet, he cannot help but hope.

#vito scaletta #mafia 2 #mafia 3 #m2 #m3 #mafia 2 talk #mafia 3 talk #lincoln clay #leo galante #joe barbaro #henry tomasino

[forever-eternal]

The Sound of Silence

Gov is a father, but not many seem to remember that.

———————————————————————

Adam Jones has been a father since 1789, when the first four Executive Departments were established. When he still went by the title ‘Continental Congress’. He had 37 States, 15 Executive Departments, several territories, and Washington DC he considered his children. His house was always full of children, his children, even if they were in no way related beyond considering him their Pa.

But, after the Civil War, only his Departments, territories, and a few States called him any variation of ‘Dad’.

21 of his former 37 States fought in the Civil War and nearly killed him. Avoided him. He only saw them again when he took over Meetings in 2021, after the attack on DC left his child comatose— and they didn’t even seem to remember him.

His parents and the rest of the OG13 were in a similar boat, they didn’t even seem to recognize him. It hurt, but their presence hurt since the early 1800’s, when they left he and Robin behind. He got used to that hurt, and he’d get used to this one.

He refused to stay in the ‘Statehouse’ as they call it— it was clear they didn’t want him there— but he still made use of the office space. He left everything DC had where it had been originally, it was simply a space for him to do his work unbothered. He wouldn’t bother his son’s belongings, though some of the States seemed confused by it at first. He didn’t explain himself or his choices.

Now it’s the dead of winter, he’s been holding the Meetings for almost a year, and the entire nation has been faced with a cold front. Gov doesn’t mind, he’s used to the fluctuating temperatures of the entire nation– everyone being cold is easier to deal with than having to deal with so many different temperatures at once– even if his body ran hot externally, internally his temperature was a constant mess.

But it’s quiet.

Too quiet.

The cold makes the Southerners lethargic, so their silence is expected, but it also makes the Northeast argumentative (more so than usual), makes the Midwest cranky (in a way they can’t hide behind manners), the West fume with chattering teeth and pure passive-aggression. Alaska is the only one he expects to experience no change, but sometimes the cold gets to him and he either sleeps for days or gets extremely aggressive.

So forgive him for expecting some noise.

But there’s nothing, not for the last several hours, as if everyone in the house suddenly vanished.

Gov feels his chest squeeze at the thought, and shakes his head. No, the States were responsible. They could get themselves out of trouble if they had left— and perhaps they simply chose to be quiet today.

…

Unlikely.

He prepares to stand up and search the house for them, he could sense their presence in the building and knew they were all here, but the sound of footsteps allows him to relax. Two sets of them, one almost sounds like stomping while the other seems more casual. He relaxes, this tells him they’re here and fine, he doesn’t need to check.

He can go back to work—

He nearly jumps out of his seat when his office door bursts open, almost torn off its hinges, to reveal New Jersey and Louisiana.

The Garden State looks pissed, more so than normal, but that’s to be expected. Louisiana looks tired, mostly, but his body is tense with something Gov can’t quite name.

He remembers his office door had been locked, but knows that both States in the doorway have picked more locks than he could possibly count.

Gov’s brow furrows, and he opens his mouth to ask ‘what the fuck’—

But he blinks and is suddenly thrown over a shoulder, and they’re halfway down the hall to the sitting room.

“Got ‘im.” New Jersey calls from ahead of him– so he’s over Louisiana's shoulder, for some reason– and Gov finally knows where the States’ have been all day.

The couches are pushed together to form a barrier, mattresses and blankets in the floor between them all. It’s a sort of nest, he understands, where every State– save for Hawai’i, she only visits for big holidays– is huddled together.

There’s grumbling and shifting as State’s move to allow Louisiana into the center of the pile, where he unceremoniously drops Gov onto his back and flops down next to him.

The sudden pressure against his back and his brace, no matter how soft the surface, makes him lose his breath in a flinch– not helped by Louisiana’s weight suddenly on his left side, nor the clambering of sluggish States fighting to claim his right.

But soon they’re all situated, and Gov is biting back swears as the metal bars in his back and shoulders press against the sensitive bone they’re meant to be holding in place.

One thing he never liked about all the States being cold is that it made his internal temperature cold, and thus affected the metal holding his body together. The freezing material sent shocks through his nerves, but he held his tongue and fought to control his body’s reactions to the pain.

The result was a very tense Gov surrounded by tired, cuddly States.

He knew most of them wouldn’t notice, or wouldn’t care, but he did his best to stay still and quiet for those that would notice his pain if he moved an inch–

“It’s too quiet,” a sleepy Florida complains, “Someone should sing!”

“E’ryone’s tone deaf about now.” is a mumbled reply in Gov’s shoulder from Louisiana, “Too cold.”

Silence, and then there’s a wave of nervous energy as Florida asks,

“H’w ‘bout Gov?”

If his body could tense further, that's what did it.

Before he could respond, there were several sets of eyes on him and he pursed his lips.

He has work to do, work he can’t do if he’s stuck at the base of a State pile because they figured he’d make a good heat source.

But he sings for his kids, and his States haven’t wanted to be his kids since the Civil War…but there are 18 of them here that still call him Dad. Hawai’i included, but she’s not here.

Besides, they had been his kids and parents at one point– and even if they no longer wanted to be considered such, he would move Heaven, Hell and the Infinite Planes of existence for them.

“Fine,” he says with a heaving sigh, shifting his tense body and barely holding back a grimace– none of them seem to notice, “But I have to go back to work, after.”

Multiple protests, Louisiana curling tighter against his body, and Ohio digging his nails into his right side. There were other hands on him, other bodies pressed against him trying to steal his body heat, but those two managed to latch on the most.

His brows furrow once again, “Either you let me up to work after, or we sit in silence.” he says sternly, “Your choice.”

The tone of his voice makes them quiet, a few mumbles here and there– and he realizes he used his ‘Dad Voice’, as IDC once eloquently said. A subconscious response to his kids being brats, he supposes.

There’s a groan, “Let ‘m up.” Pennsylvania’s voice is firm in a similar sort of way– one Gov had heard him use when his first Departments were still young boys. One he heard regularly around the Statehouse from any of the OG13 towards the younger states.

A ‘Grandparent Voice’.

Gov doesn’t know the exact difference between a Grandparent or Parent Voice, but his kids seem to differentiate them, and that’s enough for him.

States grumble and shift, and soon he’s propped against the back of one of the couches, Louisiana’s head in his lap and Ohio’s face buried in his hip. He spots Wisconsin attached to one leg, at his knee, and Mississippi on his other leg, practically wrapped around it like a snake– he’d almost forgotten the boy was so flexible, but he supposed Jackson being the only city in the USA eligible to hold Olympic-Style Ballet competitions had something to do with it.

They are so close to his brace, something he’s sure they don’t even know about– he’s been so careful to hide it, only his wife and the children that stayed know about it— and he’s uncomfortable.

But he pushes through.

“Anything in particular?” he hears himself ask.

“Dunno, something nice.”

…

What a great request and incredibly helpful, he will be sure to take note.

“Then no complaining,” he huffs, settling further into the back of the couch, feeling the metal tingle along his bones as he tries to focus on something else. His fingers tap rhythmically on Louisiana’s shoulder, another subconscious attempt to comfort, but he doesn’t feel the younger entity tense at the feeling.

A song comes to mind, one he’d heard a good many years ago, back in 1964– if he remembered correctly. He really was no good with dates or times of such things.

“Hello darkness, my old friend…” he starts, chest rumbling as he keeps his voice low– several States had fallen asleep with the warmth and he didn’t wish to wake them, “I’ve come to talk with you again…” he feels Ohio tense against him, raising an arm to hold over the State’s shoulders- running a hand through his hair like he did when the Buckeye State was a boy in his home, not even thinking about it, mind completely elsewhere.

“Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping,

And the vision that was planted

In my brain…still remains…

Within the Sound…of Silence…”

And suddenly, he’s no longer in the Statehouse, eyes glazed over as he finds himself in the streets of New York City, rain pouring from the sky and lanterns flickering beneath the downpour. He knows that, if he looked at his hands, his sleeves would be different.

It’s 1790.

“In restless dreams I walked alone.

Narrow streets of cobblestone.

‘Neath the halo of a street lamp.

I turned my collar to the cold and damp.”

Sleeping in a bed was still so strange to him and his Robin, four years of only existing as something vague and human-shaped before the Colonies' Willpower solidified their existence in Pennsylvania, 1774.

Even after two decades of sleeping in one, be it in his own home or one of his parents or Uncles’, he still oft’ found himself restless.

No matter the weather, he would creep outside and sleep in the branches. The shrubs and thick leaves never failed to conceal what his power couldn’t. His Robin would join him, always more of the outside-sort, further from humans than even he himself— because his basis was set in the Government created by humans, and she had no such construct in her creation.

“When my eyes were stabbed by a flash of a neon light,

That split the night

And touched the Sound of Silence…”

There’s a crash of lightning, and it’s 1860, tensions rising between the State governments, between his children as they feel as restless as their own people. Even if they disagree, even if they want something different than their government and their people, the opinions of their people hold great influence over them.

There’s a faint sound of snoring, as he walks faintly through the halls of their manor. He knows it means his children are asleep in their beds, where they should be where he can protect them from whatever may be out there.

“And in the naked light I saw,

Ten thousand people, maybe more…”

He’s killed many people, ten thousand would be on the low end of the blood on his hands, and he knows his wife’s are even more stained.

He feels no regret, though. Each and every one of them deserved what he did to them. He made their deaths swift– usually– and it was a mercy. Even if they didn’t see it as such, even if they died humiliated because he was a man who couldn't even walk.

Robin was not one to get it over and done, she preferred to take her time.

A sharp pain along his scar, a four pointed star across his chest. Perhaps it was growing irritated, he'd have to check it before he went to bed– whenever that would be.

The wheelchair mocks him, mocks who he was and who he knew himself to be.

It’s 1887.

“People talking without speaking…

People hearing without listening…

People writing songs that voices never shared…

No one dared…

Disturb the Sound..

Of Silence…”

It’s 1924, he’s been out of the wheelchair for almost five years, and finds joy in smacking idiotic people with the cane he’d been forced into using. The metal in his body is new and sensitive, but he grows more used to it day by day.

They stay mostly in the Northeast in these years, ignoring the Government– the thing they personify– to indulge in their darker habits.

Robin refuses to go into the drug business beyond alcohol, cigars, and cigarettes— but they sell the best of the best, and the price their stuff goes for more than makes up for the lack. Weapons are another thing, and the amount of bars and speakeasies in their pockets would make God jealous.

They don’t need the money, but it’s nice to have anyway– they have children and grandchildren to spoil, after all.

“‘Fools’ said I, ‘You do not know

Silence, like a cancer, grows

Hear my words that I might teach you

Take my arms that I might reach you.’

But my words, like silent raindrops, fell

Echoed in the wells

Of Silence…”

Every time he reached out to his parents was met with nothing, and Robin had similar issues with her Pas. None of the OG13 responded outside of work. They no longer called them by name.

His States tried to secede, tried to kill him, and then left.

Nothing he said worked, nothing he tried worked, so he simply—

Stopped.

“And the people bowed and prayed

To the neon God they made

And the sign flashed out it’s warning

In the words that it was forming,

That sign said…”

The world around him flickers in a mess of colors, of gunshots and explosions and noise– he feels an unholy rage at someone– someone hurt his States, but he doesn’t remember how bombs, airplanes, buildings crashing and boats sinking and nuclear threats from mere miles away–

He wouldn’t let someone who hurt his States get away with it.

There was only so much he could do to the politicians, but the personifications? No one knew about them.

The colors hurt, red red red red and blue blue blue blue and he thinks he can see other colors, but they’re so much smaller, take up so much less space– and there are stars, so many stars– and he feels like he’s looking into the gaze of Infinity, looking into the eyes of his wife in the Linear Plane of Existence between reality and unreality, the place they came from.

The place that formed their bodies and their souls, where their human forms fall away and they can truly be.

When they dissolve, they will return, Infinity and Eternity.

“‘The words of the prophets

Are written on the subway walls

In tenement halls.’

And in the Sound…

Of Silence…”

He blinks.

It’s 2022, New Years just passed.

States are curled asleep around him, grips limp against him but tucked close, as if trying to keep him there.

But he cannot stay.

He has work to do.

He slowly detangles himself, creeping over the back of the couch. Once he reaches the hallways, he sighs heavily, rubbing his back.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he mutters, voice coated in a haze of NorthEastern, New English, and Southern. “Gonna have Ro check that– fuck the winta, I’m too old for this shit.” he makes his way to his office, grumbling the entire way.

He didn’t notice a few States had remained awake, didn’t hear Louisiana mumbling about something solid beneath his suit. Didn’t hear Rhode Island’s hissed swears or Georgia’s rumbled concerns.

He didn’t hear any of it.

But they were planning something.

They just didn’t know what.

#wttt gov #wttt louisiana #wttt new jersey #welcome to the table au #welcome to the table #wttt #family ties au #Youtube

[rekarra]

Brain Break #72

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Rating:  NSFW

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1132

Warnings: Cum shots, unprotected sex, Namjoon is a goober

Author’s Note: Two dummies have to fuck or someone dies.

My Masterlist

Yoongi's hips slam into your ass as you press your face into the mattress. You'd tried your best to keep your body stable on your hands and knees, but the force of his thrusts finally pushed your tired body against the mattress. Still, you manage to mumble, "Can't stop."

Pulling out of your throbbing cunt, Yoongi flipped you onto your back and pushed your legs open, settling between them as he skins his cock back inside your cunt. If you had known he fucked this good, you might have taken him up on the flirtation and cheeky offer long ago. Then you might have been able to enjoy this. But until you got the information to end this, you wondered if Yoongi was even enjoying this.

"Fuck, can'tkeepgoing," Yoongi slurs, his thrust slowing but never entirely stopping.

You wrap your legs around his hips, angling yourself for a more effortless slide. "Have to." 

Kicking his head back, Yoongi moans as he pulls out. Gripping his cock, he pumps himself a few times before he's cumming across your body again. You'd both lost count of how many times you'd cum, and the worry of dehydration had crossed your mind more than once.

You couldn't help the moan as he shoved his still hard cock back inside you. It had you wondering if he always had this kind of stamina. If both of you made it out of this, it might be worth finding out on your terms. You both had to keep going, or someone would die. 

Falling into how good he felt inside you, you felt another orgasm about to hit you. Just as you were about to reach your peak, the door burst open. 

"Shit, fucking cover up or something?" Namjoon said.

Yoongi fished for a blanket as you looked over his shoulder, unable to entirely hold in the laugh as Namjoon looked everywhere but at the two of you. You did your best to level your voice as you asked, "Did you find something?"

Yoongi continued to thrust into you, shallow and slow, allowing you both to hear the nervousness in Namjoon's voice as he spoke. "Yeah, umm... It's either fucking for days…."

"Jesus Christ, days?" Yoongi interrupted Namjoon.

Clearing his throat, Namjoon pushed through. "Yes, days. Or whichever of you is hiding something; you have to confess it."

"Confess?" You asked, looking back up at Yoongi. "I'm not hiding shit."

Shaking his head, Yoongi's thrust slowed even more as he refused to look in your eyes. "Yeah, neither am I."

You couldn't see Namjoon anymore, but you could imagine his shrug when he spoke. "Just telling you what I found."

"Cool. Thanks." You said, mind starting to race on all the little white lies you'd told your roommate over the years.

Assuming Yoongi was doing the same, you breathed a sigh of relief when he asked Namjoon to bring you some water.

"Yeah, no problem," Namjoon said. His voice seemed a little further away, and you assumed he'd been about to leave.

Wondering what you could be hiding, you started going through the list of shit in your mind. The time you'd forgotten to change the toilet paper roll, when you'd left your clothes in the dryer, or even forgot the tie of the loaf of bread, and it got stale. None of these things seems like they would be things worthy of confessing. 

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt something hit the bed. Yoongi pushed himself up with a sigh, still thrusting a slow pace into you as he looked back. "Thank god," he breathed, grabbing a bottle Namjoon had thrown at the two of you. He took a quick swig before offering it to you.

You did your best to sit up while he continued to fuck into you. Taking the offered bottle, you turned your head to the side so that if any spilled, it wouldn't be on your chest, though you might have been thankful for the slight cool off it would have provided

"Fuck," Yoongi breathed. "How do you still feel this good?"

The back of your head hit his pillow again. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he started to pound into your tired cunt again. You had come so many times, and the oversensitivity began to set in again. If you managed to make it out of this, your legs and hips were so sore that you knew walking would be painful for the next few days.

Right, confess. That's how this ends. Drawing a breath, you started blurting out all the little things you'd thought of earlier. You might have gone a little too far when you brought up having removed all the laces from your ex's left shoes, but at this point, you were so out of it that you would have confessed to killing a man.

Yoongi leaned in, and for the first time since all of this had started, he kissed you. Shocked didn't even begin to describe how you left. His lips were just as soft as you imagined they would be. When you felt his tongue, you willingly opened for him, the both of you deepening the kiss. When he pulled back, Yoongi finally did what you thought he'd been avoiding; he looked you in your eyes.

"None of that matters, okay?" He asked in a soft but gravelly voice. "Just cum for me again."

Sliding a hand between your bodies, you cried out as he began to work your clit. You weren't far from your next orgasm, and you wondered if he had figured out your queues. Yoongi changes his pace, his thrust matching the movement of his fingers, and he kept eye contact with you the whole time. That was what finally sent you crashing into your release. 

Yoongi pulled out of you, his fingers still working your clit as he came again. Collapsing on top of your body, he had to be just as tired as you were. "Yoongi, please," you begged.

"It's okay," he whispered, his face buried into your chest as his fingers stilled. "I know what to do."

Panicking, you reached between the two of you, ready to grab his cock. When he hissed slightly and pushed your hand away, you knew this was the end. How could he be so fucking calm about it?

He mumbled something into your skin, softly, too quiet for you to hear. You pulled his face up to your, thinking the worst, and he was telling you goodbye. It took a second for you to process what he said as you looked at his sweat-drenched face, but you couldn't help the smile when you did.

"I love you," Yoongi whispered for the third time, and it was the one you finally heard.

#BangtanArmyNet #ipurpleunet #HyungLineNetwork #Yoongi x Reader #Yoongi Smut #Yoongi x You #Min Yoongi x Reader #Min Yoongi Smut #Min Yoongi x You #Suga x Reader #Suga Smut #Suga x You #Reka's Brain Breaks

[svmbucky]

no because like. imagine, for a second, that everything about endgame and tfatws stays the same fundamentally, but rather, BUCKY gets the shield and BUCKY is the protagonist of the show. in what world does he not get miles of text posts and metas and fanfic about how hard this is for him and how much he’s struggling with this burden?? in what world does the #endgameisn’tcanon train NOT include “steve would never drop that weight on buckys shoulders at such a rough time in his life”?? and when BUCKY gives up the shield, in what world would we hear complaints about walker like “if bucky hadnt given up the shield this wouldnt have happened” and “he let steve down” etc. you can’t look me in my eyes and say the fandom wouldn’t use this as another excuse to baby him, add it to the list of things to write angst about, all of that. because it WOULD.

but where’s that energy for sam, y’know?? 

like, you see, when sam-- a black man-- exercises his god given fucking right to say no to the insane expectation being put on him, sam antis flood out of the woodwork to call him a failure. but i bet if everybody’s favorite white man did it.....

#deer.txt #racism tw #sam wilson #tfatws #bucky barnes #captain america #fact of the matter is. u actually just dont give a shit about complex black characters yknow?? #bucky suffers and hes uwu so soft doesnt deserve this etc which is its own problem (bc uhhh ableism) but then like #sam suffers and its like. get over it. cope better. fuck you #its almost like you can only sympathize with trauma and struggles making you do questionable things when the character is white #also i resent the notion that sams decision to give up the shield was a 'questionable thing' as well #sam refusing something he didnt want doesnt make him a bad person and i wish that wasnt like a hot take #sam refusing something he didnt want isnt a bad DECISION either #and because ive seen this take around. him not explicitly saying no in endgame (although honestly he alludes to it) #but then explicitly saying no later?? thats actually fine and good for him to do as well #HES FUCKING ALLOWED TO BOTH REFUSE AND CHANGE HIS MIND. EVEN MORE THAN ONCE!!! fucking shocker right?? #god. this fandom

[kurosukii]

𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥

pairing: matsukawa issei x f!reader

summary: you’re so glad that you married a loving and doting man who cares for your child as if she’s his own flesh and blood; you just didn’t expect that his son would take a certain liking to you as well...

genre: smut, stepcest au

warnings: 18+. noncon/dubcon, pseudoincest (stepcest), somnophilia, dubcon cheating, milf reader, use of ‘mommy’ (not in the femdom way), creepy and possessive issei, slight voyeurism and exhibitionism, body image issues, corruption, manipulation, panty sniffing, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, unprotected sex, mutual masturbation, spitting, degradation, praise, size kink, breeding kink, biting, nipple play, oral (f receiving), humping, cockwarming, cumplay, creampie, overstimulation, mating press, doggy style

word count: 6.4k

author’s note: for @karasunosimp‘s it’s raining milk collab! thank you for letting me join! hehe so it’s another stepcest au,,, also i’ve already written for 3/4 of the seijoh four EEK (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

° thank you to @meiansmistress @ssrated1volleyballplayer @bokuroskitten @anime-nymph for beta-reading and editing! <33

[11:53 AM]

“have fun at the amusement park! stay safe and always listen to your dad, okay?” you say sweetly to your jumping daughter.

you giggle at her excitement, your heart and cheeks warming when you see her eyes twinkling with unbridled joy as she holds her stepdad’s finger with her entire hand.

“bye mommy! i’ll see you later when we get back! have fun with nii-chan!” she answers loudly, squealing when your husband picks her up and twirls her around as they walk down the path to the car.

you wave them off, returning inside and closing the door with a click. you wince at the sound, louder now that your daughter’s giggles and squeals are gone.

meanwhile, issei leans against the wall with his thick arms crossed as he shamelessly looks you over from head to toe. he slowly licks his bottom lip, clearly liking what he sees.

you’re now hyper aware of your bare nipples brushing against the fabric of your shirt, and paired with the flimsy linen shorts you’re wearing, the room definitely feels hotter with the sexual tension that’s permeating the air

sexual tension that you’ve been blatantly ignoring ever since you married into the matsukawa household.

“why are you always so nervous around me, mommy?” issei asks, feigning innocence. his eyes twinkle and lips stretch into a smirk when he sees your breath hitch.

you don’t bother to grace him with an answer, heavy lump forming in your throat as you speed walk past him and into the kitchen.

he chuckles at your reaction and pushes himself off the wall, following you as his eyes watch your swaying hips. issei is hungry and it has more to do with the woman in front of him rather than the steaming plate of food on the table.

after you’re done fixing up the table and finally take a seat, you pray to any higher being within earshot to ask for strength in dealing with your wayward stepson.

you really don’t like being alone with him and it’s not because you don’t want to be around him. it’s because you’re afraid of what he might do to you.

you weren’t born yesterday and you’ve lived a long enough life to know when a man is looking at you like he wants to spread your legs and pound you until you’re a writhing mess underneath him.

because that’s how issei looks at you and he’s not ashamed about it either. it genuinely shocks you because his father—your husband—can be in the room and issei will still undress you with his eyes.

you thought you were being delusional at first, ashamed at how you secretly accused your husband’s son of leering at and having inappropriate thoughts about you.

it turned out that you weren’t wrong, however, because you came home one afternoon to get something you left, expecting that no one would be there so imagine your shock when you passed by issei’s slightly opened door and heard him pleasuring himself.

you were about to run back downstairs until you heard him groan your name as he was stroking his cock. you choked out a gasp as you stood by his door. he was naked, tanned body glistening with sweat as he fucked his hand.

you couldn’t help but gape at his thick and long cock—bigger than your husband’s, as much as you were ashamed to admit—and you watched him for a few minutes, panties drenched with how much slick and pre-cum was leaking out of issei’s, for lack of a better word, horsecock.

your face burned when his hips jerked and he sprayed his cum all over himself, moaning your name long and hard as his body twitched from the stimulation.

needless to say, you went back to work with soiled panties and a hot face, not knowing that watching issei masturbate to the thought of you would be the turning point that led to the taboo relationship with your stepson.

the sound of utensils falling and clanging break you from your memories; your face burns at being caught red handed and you squirm uncomfortably in your seat.

issei apologizes for the disturbance and continues eating, never failing to wink every time you glance at him. he knows the effect he has on you and he relishes in it, teasing his stepmom endlessly.

he can’t wait to expose you for the little whore you actually are, and what better than to seize the opportunity of the both of you having the house all to yourselves?

“your little one and my dad are out bonding in the amusement park and i know for sure that they’ll be there all the way into the night,” he says, setting down his utensils and wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

the movement of his hands causes the many rings on his fingers to reflect against the light and he looks at you from under his thick lashes, brown eyes smoldering with shameless desire.

“so why don’t we do some bonding too?” he asks and chuckles when you choke on your food. he reaches for your cup of water and hands it to you, thick and ring-clad fingers brushing against yours as you take it from him.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you, mommy?” he whispers, his voice raspy and deep. you shiver at his sensual tone, fingers gripping the cup hard. you clear your throat loudly after swallowing, willing yourself to ignore his advances and innuendos.

“i’m tired, issei. i’m going to take a nap after eating,” you say sternly, glaring when he seems not to take you seriously. he laughs lowly, letting out an okay, whatever you say, before standing up and stretching.

your cheeks warm when he groans, similar to the one you heard before, and you jump out of your chair and begin to gather all the plates and leftover food.

“let me clean up, hmm? you did all the cooking and prepping. ” issei stops you with a large hand on your forearm. his skin is hot to the touch but his rings feel cool, the juxtaposition making you lightheaded.

he’s breathing down on you, large body covering yours while his intoxicating scent invades your senses. you shake your head and mumble out a garbled ‘thank you’ before you leave the kitchen and issei, practically sprinting up the stairs and towards the room you share with your husband.

you close the door once you’re inside, breathing heavily as you hear your heartbeat in your ears. damn him, you growl in your head. you ought to give him an earful about personal spaces and appropriate manners.

you sigh loudly as you walk to the dresser, intent on changing into your silky nightgown for your midday nap. you wear the garment to help you feel attractive, despite your age and changed body. you remove your shirt over your head and shiver when you see how hard and pebbled your nipples are.

even though your mind refuses to succumb to issei, your body is a whole different story. you wince when you remove your shorts and feel the dampness in your panties, making shame and guilt course through you as you put on your nightgown.

of all the people in the world, only your husband should make you feel this way. no one else, and certainly not his son. what would he think of you? what would your daughter think of you?

fuck, why are you even allowing yourself to think like this?

you know that if you ask issei to stop acting inappropriately towards you, he would listen—wouldn’t he?

you know the reason why you allowed this whole forbidden staring and teasing to go on for so long was because you felt lonely. which angers you, because you have a loving husband and you couldn’t ask for anything more.

but he didn’t exactly make you feel desired. sure, you’ve been intimate with him but he didn’t look at you the way you want to be looked at—like you’re the sexiest woman he’s ever seen. you feel ashamed, as if all the attention and love your husband gives means nothing to you.

as someone who has gone through major bodily changes, the ugly face  of insecurity easily rears its head when you look at yourself in the mirror—but that doesn’t mean you regret having your daughter, not at all.

it’s just one of those things that has been ingrained in you and you find it hard to escape. which is why whenever issei looks at you with hungry eyes, you can’t help but feel wanted, desired.

it’s as if he doesn’t care about the extra weight you put on or the stretch marks on your body—no, he doesn’t care about any of that. you wouldn’t have believed it if it weren’t for his incessant teasing and the fact that he masturbates to the thought of you.

but you know it’s wrong, that it can never be. you sigh dejectedly as you lie down on the soft and cold bed, staring up at the ceiling. you have to talk to issei about this whole game and tell him to stop it before his father finds out.

and issei’s molten brown eyes are the last thing you think of before you finally close your eyes.

issei hums as he wipes his hands on the towel, looking in the direction you ran off. he smirks to himself as he puts back on his rings, body brimming with excitement and desire. time to pay you a visit.

he walks up the stairs, footsteps loud in the quiet house. he finds himself right in front of your door and leans his ear on the wood. he’s met with silence as he slowly turns the knob and enters the dimly lit room.

his eyes immediately find your sleeping form and he feels his cock stir in his pants, making the fabric tighten around his crotch.

fuck, you’re so god-damn beautiful.

long legs carry him over to you. he puts one knee on the bed, making it dip as his long fingers caress your cheek. his rings complement your complexion, his thumb and index finger lightly squeezing your parted lips.

he watches in fascination as your eyelashes flutter against your cheek and his cock twitches again when he hears your little whimper as he plays with your slightly damp lips.

his fingers continue their ministrations as his sharp eyes travel down your form, smirking when he sees your nipples poking through the silky fabric. to his delight, he notices your nightgown riding up your body, revealing the frilly white cloth of your panties.

he groans softly as his cock hardens and the bed dips even more as he puts his whole weight on it. he stops his movements on your face and maneuvers himself until his large body is over you.

his eyes burn holes through your panties and his breathing becomes heavier. god, he knows it’s wrong to touch and feel you up while you’re sleeping, but you’re so fucking breathtaking and he can’t help himself. after all, he’s been waiting for an opportunity like this to happen.

there’s a slight tremor in his hands as they hover over the exposed skin of your thighs. he lays them gently on your skin and he groans lowly in his throat. fuck, you’re so smooth and soft.

he squeezes them a few times before he gently pries your legs open, watching your reaction carefully in case you wake up. your breaths are still even and he takes that as a signal to spread your legs wider, raising them until your feet are planted on the bed.

he bites his lower lip to stifle his groan once he sees the wet patch on the center of your frilly panties. you’re such a fucking whore and he knows that it’s for him and only him.

he positions his body until he’s lying on his stomach, slightly rutting the bed to relieve the tension in  his cock. his head moves between your legs, directly in front of your heated and covered pussy.

you stir slightly when you feel a breeze on your exposed skin, making issei stiffen. you settle down and he sighs in relief, thinking fuck it before he inhales the scent of your arousal.

he growls lowly in his throat at your smell, sticking out his tongue and licking a long and wet stripe up your covered slit. you moan softly, but that doesn’t deter issei from groaning into your cunt.

he raises his body and sits up on his haunches, hooking his fingers in  the waistband of your panties. he slowly pulls them down and his eyes practically glow as he sees your bare pussy for the first time.

his throbbing cock twitches when he sees a string of slick connecting your cunt to your panties. he gently lifts your hips and stretches your legs so he can remove the soiled underwear, watching your sleeping face carefully before positioning your legs again.

he knows he’s a disgusting man, but what can he do when you’re offering yourself up so sweetly to him?

he bunches the fabric in his hand, ringed fingers making an indent on the cotton as he brings it up to his nose, closing his eyes as he inhales deeply.

he growls at your fresh scent, his body tensing at the new wave of arousal that drenched your panties. he watches as you squirm and move around, rubbing your thighs together as you whimper quietly in your sleep.

his eyes flash. is his naughty stepmom having a wet dream? that explains why your panties feel wetter in his hand...

well, issei is nothing but a man who makes women’s dreams come true, and it just so happens that you’ve captured his attention—and quite frankly, his dick.

he throws your panties to the floor after a few more sniffs and quickly dives back between your legs. he’s up close to your naked pussy, pupils blown wide as he stares at your hole that’s clenching around nothing.

you’re wet but not wet enough by his standards, so he gathers all the saliva he has in his mouth and parts your folds with two thick fingers. he spits on your cunt, the  little sound coursing through the quiet room.

he watches intently as the globule of spit slides down your lower lips and you shiver, moaning at the cold feeling between your legs. you squirm more as your mind gets filled with a certain haziness, unable to distinguish what’s real and what’s a dream.

throwing caution out the window, issei wastes no time and finds your clit, suckling it into the damp heat of his mouth. he groans at the taste of your pussy, his hips rutting the bed once more.

the vibrations from his lips make you moan loudly and arch into issei’s mouth. your eyes are squeezed tightly as you thrash around the bed, making you instinctively close your legs, squeezing issei’s head between them.

his hands grab your thighs, the cold rings on his fingers digging into your skin as he pries them open. he shakes his head with your clit in his mouth, making you cry out and tremble.

god, your dream feels so fucking real. you’ve never felt pleasure like this before and you love it. your fingers grip the sheets as you involuntarily roll your hips, following the motions of issei’s tongue and lips.

his chin is drenched with his saliva and your juices as the bed creaks from the rutting of his hips. frankly, he doesn’t care how loud and sloppy he’s being if it means you’re this responsive.

issei lets go of one thigh and moves his arm under him while his mouth continues to suck and lick your clit. he watches through his lashes as your chest rises and falls quickly, cute moans falling from your mouth.

the silk of your nightgown is dark with how heated your body is, your sweat dampening the fabric. your nipples are so hard that they’re poking through the garment.

his tongue flicks against your puffy clit as he slowly inserts two fingers—the ones that aren’t adorned with rings—into your leaking cunt.

the feeling of his long fingers inside your pussy makes you cry out and your toes curl from the full feeling. the new stimulation and volume of your pleasured sounds awakens you, your foggy eyes wide and confused.

you’re still groggy when you sit up and lean on your hands, your mind processing what’s happening when you realize that it wasn’t a dream at all.

no, it’s real and issei’s really between your legs, lapping away and fingering your aching pussy. your mind clears and you choke out a gasp in between your moans as you watch him in shock.

issei watches the emotions cross your face the whole time and his chest puffs out, his ego rising knowing that he’s the one doing this to you.

your frantic eyes meet his and he winks slyly. you tug at his hair ready to pull his head and mouth off of you because this is so wrong, but he beats you to it. his tongue swirls and flicks faster at your pulsing bud, his fingers increasing their thrusting.

now that you’re awake, he doesn’t have to care about his volume anymore so he lets out loud groans and grunts, the vibrations reverberating through you and making your pussy tingle.

“issei, t-this is wrong! s-top! stop!” you beg, voice immediately turning into a loud moan when he ignores you and bobs his head faster.

he moans to himself, knowing that your body is betraying you because although you’re begging him to stop, your hand is tugging his hair as you desperately fuck his face and fingers.

you taste so good that he can’t stop even if he wanted to.

“i-i mean it! get off—oh my god!” you scream when he gives your clit a hard suck. coupled with the squelching sounds and speed of his thrusting fingers, you cum all over his mouth.

you breathe heavily, face flushed and blissed out as you watch issei kiss your inner thighs before rising between your legs.

his mouth and chin are glistening with your cum and his pink tongue darts out to lick his lips clean of your juices, groaning as he meets your eyes.

you notice the dark patch on his crotch and your cheeks flame when you realize that he came the same time as you, but that doesn’t ease your worries because his cock is still hard and twitching.

once you regain some of your bearings, you realize what exactly just occurred and you let out a little scream as you try to scramble away from issei, shame filling your body.

he doesn’t let you get away from him, however, because he immediately pushes you on your back and crashes his swollen lips to yours.

you yelp at the sudden movement and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, grinding his hard cock on your wet and leaking pussy, further drenching the fabric of his pants.

you taste your essence as he massages his tongue with yours. you moan, tugging at his messy curly hair, trying and failing to pull him off you.

his hands find purchase on your thighs and he squeezes them, making you shiver at his cold rings. you whimper when he wraps your legs around his waist, grinding into you with a force harder than before.

your saliva mixes with his as the lewd clicking sounds of your mouths fill your ears. issei grinds on you one last time before he lifts his head from yours, lips separating with a trail of spit connecting them.

satisfied with kissing you, he stares at your face, gaze smoldering. you try to push him off you, but to no avail. he only tightens your legs around his waist as you struggle against him.

you suck in a breath as you feel the heat of his cock directly on your naked pussy. issei smirks lazily at you, tutting at you as if you’re inconveniencing him. your hands tug at his hair more, desperately trying to anchor yourself.

“if i had known your pussy tastes that sweet, my face would stay buried between your legs for the rest of my days,” he says suavely, his tongue darting out and licking his lips as he looks at yours.

you moan softly at his words and you’re now keenly aware of your nightgown sticking to your skin, making you uncomfortable as your nipples brush against the sweaty fabric. issei notices your discomfort and clicks his tongue.

“i think you’ve been hiding your pretty tits from me for far too long,” he whispers, his hot breath caressing your face. his hands move from your thighs and his fingers hook under the straps of your nightgown.

you shiver underneath him as his hands remove the sweaty fabric from your body, ring-clad fingers ghosting the sensitive skin of your arms.

you whine in distress as issei discards your nightgown somewhere behind him. you’ve never felt so exposed, your bare and glistening body being scrutinised by his dark eyes.

your insecurities start to get the better of you and you move your arms to cover your breasts and mound. issei stops you, large hands putting your arms back to your side.

“don’t hide from me, baby,” he whispers, his head dipping as he kisses the crook of your neck. his hands go to your chest and he palms both of your aching tits, squeezing and kneadingthe soft skin.

you moan, arching into the warm and cool feeling of his fingers. issei continues sucking and leaving marks on the skin of your neck as he whispers his thoughts.

“i know my dad doesn’t fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked,” he claims, making you squirm under his body that’s still clothed.

shame momentarily disappearing, you claw at his shirt and pants. he chuckles at your impatience and his hands leave your breasts for a moment, removing his shirt in record time.

he gets off the bed and makes quick work of his pants, kicking them off and quickly returning to the bed—to you. he didn’t give you the chance to look at his hard cock—not that you needed to anyway, because you already know what it looks like.

you yelp when issei puts his arms around you and settles you down on his lap, giving you a clear view of his cock that’s bobbing against his defined abdomen.

you gulp, nervousness filling your body as you stare at his large cock. seeing it up close is absolutely different—it’s longer and thicker than any other dick you’ve ever seen.

issei’s ego rises as he watches you. he’s always been proud of his size but seeing you? the object of his and his dick’s affections sitting on his lap? well, that’s enough to boost any man’s ego.

“see what you do to me?” he asks, guiding your hand to his throbbing cock. you whimper when you hold his shaft, your hand barely wrapping around him. issei hisses at the feeling of your soft hand touching his sensitive skin.

“you’re so fucking sexy and i can’t stop thinking about how you’d look like bouncing on my cock,” he admits, urging you to stroke his dick faster.

you slowly pump his shaft and moan when you feel his fingers—the same ones from before—find your swollen clit, slowly circling the pulsing bud. your free hand squeezes his shoulder as his fingers move faster.

you squeal when he inserts two fingers inside your cunt, making your hand squeeze his cock. he groans in at the stimulation, making his abs clench.

“i-ssei!” you whine, head thrown back as he pumps his fingers into you faster. the squelching sounds of his fingers scissoring your insides causes a knot to slowly form at the pit of your stomach.

“gotta prep this pussy more, baby,” he says breathlessly, watching your slack-jawed face as you stroke and twist his cock.

“still so fucking tight, can’t wait to sink into you,” he grunts, moving your body so he can get a better angle at your g-spot.

“bet i can fuck you better than my dad ever will, mommy,” he growls, curling his fingers inside of you as he ends his sentence. you lurch forward and cry out, eyes fluttering at the pleasure.

“see? you want my cock—shit—so badly, huh? look at how your hand is squeezing and s-stroking me, fuck,” he stutters, feeling his orgasm approach. his free hand squeezes your hip, keeping your balance.

you shake your head frantically at his statement, still not admitting that you want this, want him.

“stop fighting it. i know you want me as much as i want you,” he grates, curling his fingers again and making you wail at the pleasure. your fingers twist and pump his cock, pre-cum leak from the tip. your hand feels warm and slick as you continue to jerk issei’s shaft.

“gonna cum baby, cum with me,” he whispers into your skin, breaths heavy as the slick sounds of your fluids fill the room.

your body is trembling and you know you’re nearing your orgasm once more. you bury your face in the crook of his neck, moans and whimpers falling from your lips.

“c-cumming, issei!” you scream when his thumb circles your clit just as he curls his fingers again inside your tight pussy, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

he follows after you, hot spurts of his cum staining your hand and arm. he groans and throws his head back as he feels the heat of his essence coat his abs and thighs.

he removes his fingers from your cunt and gently pushes you back on the bed. you yelp when issei grabs the back of your thighs and pushes them to your chest, folding your body in half.

“i’m going to fuck you until all you and i can hear in this house are your cute and sexy moans,” he growls, spreading your legs and baring your clenching hole to his dark eyes.

his cock bobs as he moves forward and he takes hold of his shaft, one long vein on the underside. he taps it a few times on your clit, making you whine and close your eyes.

you take a deep breath as he inserts the tip, body shaking as his large cock goes inside of you, inch by inch.

you open your eyes and claw at his arms when the stretch starts to become uncomfortable. you look down and gasp, eyes wide as you have a clear view of his fat cock splitting you.

“god, you’re so fucking tight,” he growls, squeezing your thighs as he slowly bottoms out.

“you’re so big, issei,” you moan, leaning your head back on the pillow as your eyes flutter at the feeling of his cock stretching your walls.

“mhmm, big enough to fuck you the way you want to be fucked, mommy,” he chuckles then groans when your cunt squeezes around him.

“fuck—do you like it when i call you mommy?” he growls when your tight walls clamp down on him again. you shake your head, a futile attempt in proving him wrong.

“who knew my mommy is so kinky,” he mocks you and before you can even reprimand him, his entire length bottoms out in one swift thrust.

“issei! fuck!” you scream, scratching his forearms as your back arches, toes curling at the sudden thrust.

you feel so fucking full. of all the cocks you’ve taken, issei’s definitely tops the list. you can feel every part of him, from the single vein to the throbbing of his length.

he groans loudly, squeezing your thighs so hard that his rings will definitely leave bruises later. he fights to controls himself, willing not to cum at the feeling of your pussy finally enveloping him.

he sucks in a breath and leans his forehead against yours, pulling out slowly, leaving only the tip of his cock inside your pussy. you whine at the loss, missing the way he stretches you.

he thrusts back in, bottoming out as his tip teases the entrance of your cervix. you cry out in both pain and pleasure, still trying to adjust to his size.

he stays still inside of you for a few seconds before he places his hands on the bed, your calves resting on his upper arms. he starts thrusting, moving in and out of your cunt.

you mumble incoherently, breasts bouncing with each thrust issei makes. you grab both of his wrists, squeezing them as the sounds of your skin meeting his fill your ears.

issei groans and hisses, panting heavily as he pounds your pussy, his heavy balls slapping against your ass. he leans down to your ear, licking the sensitive skin and making your shaking body tremble even more as you whine.

“bet you’re happy now, huh?” he whispers in between his groans, biting your earlobe.

“w-what do you—oh my god, issei!” you stutter, but then he fucks you harder and faster, making you keen and arch your back. he makes your body contort into positions you’ve never been in before—until now.

“do you think you’re quiet when you touch yourself during your late night showers?” he asks you in a condescending manner, smirking when you whine at his statement.

“i can fucking hear you when i go to the kitchen. you’re such a slut. moaning your stepson’s name, imagining that he’s the one who’s touching your pussy,” he growls as he buries his head in your neck, his hot breaths fanning your skin.

“but i guess i don’t have the right to talk, huh? i fuck my fist every night and imagine it’s your tight cunt wrapped around me,” he finishes, nipping away at your skin before his hands return the back of your sweaty thighs.

he slaps them, in sync with his thrusts, making you wince at the metal of his rings. your shaking arms reach for your ankles, setting everything on display for issei.

you’re loudly chanting his name like a prayer, pleasure running through every nerve in your body. for the first time in your life, you’re actually enjoying getting fucked silly—never mind that it’s your stepson who’s making you moan like a pornstar.

his thrusts are heavy and deep as he slowly toys with your clit and you jerk when his fingers draw circles on the aching bud. your body’s trembling harder than before, loud moans and whines falling from your open mouth as drool seeps from the corners.

“i-i’m gonna cum, issei!” you squeal as the sound of the headboard hitting the wall and the squelching noises coming from your pussy make the pit in your stomach slowly tip over.

“cum, baby. cum all over my fat cock,” he whines, throwing his head back as he jackhammers into you, his cock throbbing and his balls tightening as he prepares to empty himself inside of you.

“c-cumming i-issei! fuck!” you scream, your hands squeezing your ankles as your legs shake from your intense orgasm. your cunt is practically suffocating issei’s cock, making his hips jerk and stop.

his mouth falls open into a loud and heavy groan as he spills his hot and sticky cum inside of you. there’s so much cum that it leaks out of you and around his cock as it drips down to the drenched sheets below your bodies.

you finally set your shaking legs down as your trembling body aches from your folded position. issei falls on top of you, elbows on the bed as his sweaty face is smothered by your breasts.

his cock is still inside of you, twitching as more cum spills inside of your soiled pussy. your heavy breaths fill the cool air of the room as you recover, feeling disgusting at all sweat and cum on and in your body.

issei lifts himself off of you and pulls out of your cunt, making you both sigh and groan at the drag of his cock. your mixed fluids immediately trickle out of your pussy and you moan at the thick feeling.

issei furrows his brows as his fingers scoop his cum and quickly pushes it back. you whine as the tips of his fingers tease your hole, squirming away from him as your clit throbs from the overstimulation.

you’re kind of expecting him to roll over you and lie down but he shocks you—it’s evident with the way you yelp when flips your body over to your stomach, his large hands raising your hips until you’re kneeling on the sheets.

“i can’t fucking get enough of you, baby,”  he says breathlessly, chest still heaving at the previous round. but it’s true, he really can’t get enough of you—not when he knows the taste and feel of your pussy.

“i-issei, i-i can’t,” you whine when he holds his cock and hovers before your dripping cunt. he doesn’t pay any heed to your whimpers, mostly because he knows you still want more of this, more of him.

“you say that but your pussy is telling me a different story,” he smirks and you can hear the condescension in his voice as his thumb rubs the sweaty skin of your hips.

he doesn’t give you any time to reply because he quickly sinks into you, your mouth falling open into a loud moan as his fat cock stretches you open once more.

fuck, even if you’ve already taken him, the stretch and ache still feels the same. he’s so fucking big that you know you won’t ever get used to his size, no matter how many times he fucks you.

he doesn’t waste any time and starts rolling his hips, his thighs loudly slapping against your ass. he hisses as one of his hands lie flat on your back, pushing it down to form a deeper arch.

“i know you saw me jerking off. did you like the show i put on for you, mommy?” he growls, his other hand gripping the back of your neck and smothering your face on the sweat-stained sheets.

you moan into the fabric when you hear the mocking endearment, your drool mixing with all the other fluids. your fingers bunch the sheets between them  as the loud creaking and thumping of the bed fill your ears.

“i came so hard because i knew you were watching me work my cock,” he groans, thrusting hard and deep. your cunt squeezes his cock when you remember that afternoon. so all this time? he was shamelessly coaxing you towards him?

you huff, pride slightly damaged when you hear his admission. you’ll show him that he’s not the only one who can fuck like an animal.

you whimper when you spread your knees—which is a feat in itself because issei’s thrusts practically send your body flying forward. you moan when he hits your sweet spot, making tingles run down your spine.

you start meeting his thrusts, no longer letting him do all the pulling and jostling. his eyes flash when he realizes what you’re doing, which only encourages him to fuck you harder.

his hands palm your jiggling ass, leaving marks on your soft skin. you leave your head buried in the sheets, the sheets, stifling your moans and whines because if you don’t, —you’ll definitely make the walls shake with how loud you are.

“yeah that’s a good girl. fuck yourself on my cock, come on,” he coaxes you, deep voice raspy as his own body trembles at the pleasure of your walls clamping down on his cock.

“fuck—look at how your slutty cunt is taking me,” he growls when you roll your hips, the angle sending new waves of pleasure to the both of you.

“god, i wanna fuck you in front of my dad just so he knows that your pussy belongs to me,” he hisses, holding your hips as he takes control of the pace again.

his thrusts become sloppy and erratic, the loud slapping of skin a constant symphony as he maintains the fast pace. you turn your head to the side and breathe deeply, choking out a moan as he continuously hits your g-spot.

“want me to make you a mommy again? get your belly all swollen and round with my kid?” he says, voice shaking as his heavy balls slap against your skin. he’s close, he can feel it.

you’re close too, just a few more deep and hard thrusts and you’ll gush around his cock again. issei leans over your body, his chest covering the entire expanse of your sweaty back.

you squeal when your knees drop and you fall flat on the bed, your entire front rubbing against the sheets. you whimper shakily when your nipples brush against the soft fabric, the extra stimulation making your body jerk back against issei’s thrusting cock.

“issei! g-gonna c-cum a-again!” you squeal, voice shaking from how raw your throat feels. your moans increase in pitch and volume the nearer you get to your orgasm.

“fuck, your pussy feels like heaven!” issei groans, his own voice increasing in pitch and volume as well as he reaches his limit. you feel his cock swell and throb before thick and hot spurts of his cum coat your clenching walls.

“issei—oh my god!” you wail, cumming at the same time as him. your mouth stays open in a silent scream as you close your eyes tightly, cunt spasming as you drench his cock with your essence.

you wince when you feel the squelching of your mixed juices as issei rolls to his side, bringing you with him. both of you are quivering with pleasure and overstimulation, breathing heavy with your chests rising and falling rapidly.

his cock finally softens inside of you, clearly spent for the day. more cum falls out of your pussy, staining your sweaty bodies even more.

his parted lips find your neck, sucking and licking away at glistening skin. you whine, tilting your head, exposing more skin for him to mark.

you sigh tiredly, exhaustion finally catching up to you. you don’t really care that you’re dirty and soiled with sweat and cum—or the fact that issei’s dick is still inside of you. you just want to rest.

your eyes droop, ready to fall asleep enveloped in issei’s warm chest and arms, along with the wandering of his soft lips on your neck—until you hear a very familiar voice shout from downstairs, loud footsteps running up the stairs.

“honey! issei! we’re finally home!”

[3:47 PM]

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