#a triumph of the form truly

[ddarker-dreams]

Better The Devil You Know.

Yandere Chrollo x Reader.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, discussions of past minor character death, and descriptions of anxiety. Word count: 2.6k.

You awake to cold sheets and damp cheeks. 

It isn’t a peaceful transition into consciousness. You fight for each breath, a losing battle that swaddles your mind in thick fog. The vapors thin out as time drags along. It doesn’t dissipate in its entirety, preferring to linger and prolong your disorientation. 

You wipe at your face with your wrists, ignoring the sting accompanying the action. Hesitatingly, you appraise it in a ray of moonlight that snuck past the blinds. It’s clear, not crimson and thick. A normal product of a healthy body. You should feel relieved, you think. Every organ is as it should be. Your brain remains in your cranium, your lungs expand and contract, and your heart pumps, albeit at an alarming speed. 

It’s better than the chill of encroaching death. 

… 

You are alive, aren’t you? 

This question prompts an investigation. 

Nothing hurts. Your throat, maybe, but that’s a minor ache spurred from thirst. Your skin is warm and clammy. Peeling the comforter off, you squint, assessing your body’s condition. Weary eyes take in everything. Your socks, the lace trimming of your nightgown, its diaphanous midriff, then your chest. Everything appears in order.  

Would your incorporeal form accurately reflect your physical body? 

You shake your head. 

This can’t be heaven — no pantheon would be cruel enough to set the stage of your paradise with props from your captivity. 

It can’t be hell either. If it were, you wouldn’t be alone right now.

You blink.

You’re alone? 

Chrollo’s side of the bed is notably empty. He must’ve got up in a hurry, the sheets are in disarray. The adjoining restroom is dark and unoccupied, confirming he must be elsewhere. Your stomach churns. Determined to do away with this creeping anxiety, you get up, padding across the hardwood floor. 

The night gifts shivers and goosebumps. Wishing to ward off its unwanted advances, you wrap your arms around yourself. You pass through the door that connects to the common area. Although it’s dimly lit, you can tell he isn’t here. The attached balcony is similarly uninhabited. A quick foray into the study confirms your status; you’re truly by yourself. 

What should be a triumph or a relief delivers nothing but dread. 

You return to the common room to assess the situation. 

You’ve never been left alone before. Not without him telling you in advance, normally with a rough estimate of when he’ll return. There’s no way an important detail like that would slip your mind. At a loss, you dredge through your memories for some sign you may have missed. His voice pierces through your head like an arrow. You wince but ignore your body’s displeasure at anything associated with him. The unintelligible noises sharpen, forming consonants and vowels. 

The thrum of the air conditioner eases away. 

You’re left in absolute silence, until Chrollo’s voice fades away, replaced by another.

“... She was five or six, I think. Right around the age where you start losing baby teeth. There’d been this game she wanted and, y’know, kids aren’t rolling in cash. So she figured, what better way to pay for it than through the tooth fairy? I caught ‘er with my wrench, determined as anything, ready to speed up the process. It ended up being a little inside joke between us.”

Your lower lip trembles. 

“... That’s how she ended up getting identified. Her teeth, I mean. Wasn’t anything else left to go off of. I couldn’t wrap my brain around it. A whole life she lived, sometimes getting into trouble, but mostly helping others outta theirs. And to have that— all that— reduced to just… just a couple, couple fuckin’— teeth? What kinda joke is that?”

You fill a glass with water until it overflows.  

“Hey, tell me. Has that fucker ever mentioned ‘er? … Probably not, right? Probably never knew she existed in the first place.” 

Head thrown back, you gulp down the liquid, fighting the lump that longs to form in your throat. 

“Who knows? Maybe I’m the one in the wrong ‘ere. Hell, you don’t look much older than her yourself. I don’t— don’t wanna hurt ya. But…” 

Tears prick the corner of your eyes. 

“There’s no other way to hurt him.” 

Someone’s beside you.

You can hear their voice, though it sounds like it’s coming from miles away, carried over by the wind. Warmth sears your bare shoulders. You smell the faint aroma of sandalwood and amber. It’s distinct, this cologne that serves as an ill-omen better than any blackbird or cracked mirror. You couldn’t scrub it from your memory if you tried. That, or the scent of old books, leather, coffee, and red wine. 

You dig your nails into something — fabric, perhaps — but nothing grounds you. It’s like you’ve been transported outside of space and time. Existing, yet far from alive. Your stomach falls while your head floats away. Up, up, up, lifting you higher and higher. From this impossible vantage point, you sway, your limbs gleefully ignoring every attempt to regain control. 

And there it is again. Your name echoes throughout the atmosphere, beckoning you to acknowledge the sound’s source. 

Maybe you should.

Even if you’ll come to regret it. 

When you first met Chrollo, his eyes stood out the most, like the universe itself deemed them worthy of veneration. You found the gray depths captivating. The undertone varied, you never could ascertain if they were a cool or warm shade. All you knew was that once they found you, they boasted a vitality siphoned at the expense of your own. 

Presently, they can’t. Their unwitting host has been exsanguinated. 

“Where were—” You silence yourself, aghast by the implication. 

You’d sought him out. So desperate for an anchor, you would’ve latched onto the culprit behind your drowning. There’s no doubt he’d find some twisted satisfaction in the accidental admission. You shrink away, but the solid counter presses against your spine, halting your retreat. He doesn’t advance, you’d barely created any distance. 

“There’d been something that required my immediate attention,” Chrollo answers your unfinished question. There’s no thinly veiled derision or curiosity in his voice. You miss the familiarity. “Does anything hurt?” 

It’s then that you recall your predicament. 

You’re on the kitchen floor, surrounded by scintillating shards of glass. A pool of water gathers to your right. Chrollo’s bent down before you, wearing a heavy coat and a tint of pink on his nose. He must’ve come from outside. He stares unblinkingly, awaiting your verdict, which you deliver by shaking your head. There’s a dull ache in your tailbone but you keep that to yourself. It’s awkward enough that he found you in this state. 

You’re sitting on the floor with one leg extended and the other bent at the knee, allowing your short nightgown to ride up. The compromising position stokes your embarrassment. You shuffle around to maintain some dignity. In doing so, you forget the pointed glass strewn about. Before you make contact, you’re hoisted up. Chrollo foresees your struggle and holds you tight enough to thwart its success. 

“You’re alright,” he reassures, his sincere gentleness unbecoming. "Everything's alright."

He places you down on the closest couch and sits beside you. While you regain your bearings, he shrugs off his jacket, then drapes it around your trembling form. His scent and warmth flood your senses. You consider throwing it off out of spite, only to decide against it. You’d be the one to suffer the most. Chrollo remains unusually silent as you cocoon yourself in the thick wool jacket. It’s big on you, but not big enough to swallow you whole like you’d prefer. 

“Should I grab your propranolol?” 

Another head shake.

“Will you tell me what happened?” Foreseeing your tepid response, he adds, “Verbally?” 

You clear your throat as quietly as you can. “I got thirsty.” 

“Hm.” 

You both know he isn’t convinced. It’d be easy for him to poke and prod until you revealed everything — intentionally or not — but his lips remain in a thin line. You shuffle in your seat. The fabric brushes against your wrists, eliciting a sharp inhale. The burn is short-lived yet the memories associated with it rage on. 

“... Chrollo?” 

He blinks, likely unused to the sound of his name on your lips. “Yes, love?” 

“If that man killed me, would it have hurt you?” 

A shadow falls over his visage, like a waxing crescent transitioning to a new moon. When you shiver, it isn’t from the cold. Dark hair frames a far darker expression. His eyes narrow as if he’s trying to see you better, beyond your flesh, at the crux of your soul. You await whatever comes next, returning his stare with equal intensity. 

Finally, he slowly replies, “Yes, it would’ve.” 

“Then why was it so easy for you to kill his daughter?” You ask, the words weighing heavily upon you. “You might’ve liked her, if you’d gotten to know her.” 

The man revealed enough for you to feel like you knew her. Lana Ellis — a woman with an iron will, sharp tongue, and golden heart. She’d recently been hired to work as a waitress at a business that catered high-end events. Galas, celebrity birthdays and weddings, those sorts of things. It wasn’t going to be a permanent arrangement. Lana planned to ditch the gig after saving up tuition money, where she’d then aim for a doctorate in veterinary medicine. According to him, he’d squandered her college fund after the unexpected death of her mother; his childhood sweetheart. He said he’d never forgive himself or the Troupe. 

“She wasn’t s’posed to have been there,” he wheezed. “She never should’ve been there…!” 

Chrollo shuts his eyes. “What are you getting at, dear?” 

His words come out light, though they’re anything but. 

“She could’ve been me.” 

“Yet she wasn’t.” 

“But—!” Your voice cracks, so you take a deep breath and try again. “You… you deprive the world of people you could’ve come to like, be friends with, whatever! All for stuff you eventually do away with. How is that… how can you…” 

Righteous anger suits you. It's a sword and shield that requires no skill to wield, reaching for the instruments have become second nature. Their effectiveness doesn't matter so long as you can hold onto something.

“You don’t need to understand.” 

This isn't a parry or pivot, he's disarmed you.

“Huh?” 

“Yes… if anything, it’s best if you don’t,” he mutters, more to himself than you. His eyes find yours again. “I can’t make sense of your empathy any more than you can grasp my lack of it. If I could, you’d no longer be yourself. Your self-limiting, bleeding heart should remain as is. It’s the one part of you I’ll leave untouched.” 

You don’t know what you were expecting. 

You slump back into your seat. “... Don’t you think you’re overestimating yourself?” 

“Hardly,” he replies. Then, in a softer voice, “You torment yourself, love. This—” 

He rests his hand over your heart.

“—Hurts you more than anything I’ve ever done. Yet you believe it unthinkable I’d do away with such an inconvenience.” 

“So you’re a coward,” you mumble. The insult is uninspired but it suits your purposes. “You can’t handle it, so you took the easy way out.” 

“Rationalize it anyway you'd like.” 

Chrollo reaches for your forearm and coaxes it into view. His fingers brush along your wrists, where the man’s restraints left rope burn behind. The irritated skin is slowly recovering. The deeper wounds, those without a cure, will linger after the surface heals. They’re etched into your bones. 

“Isn’t going against your morals worse than having none?" Chrollo queries. “That girl’s father knew you had no involvement in his daughter’s death. You’re an unwilling third party, same as she was. And he was ready to hurt you regardless."

Your mouth feels dry. “He didn't hurt me—” 

Chrollo raises an eyebrow, causing head to flood your cheeks.

“—All... that... much. I don’t think he was going to...?” 

“No, not until he was intoxicated enough to stomach it,” Chrollo retorts. “We’ll never know for certain, darling. Thankfully, I interrupted before it could get to that point."

That point, that point, that point...

What could that man have done to you?

Chrollo appraises you like he's yet to decide on something.

After a moment passes, he leans in, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. Your muscles stiffen as he pulls you close. He exerts none of the force you know him to be capable of. The gesture's languid nature gives the impression you could wriggle free if you tried. You don't test this theory. Chrollo's mood seems pensive, not amorous, hence your hesitant compliance.

He speaks your name. Then, he asks, "What's really bothering you?"

Biting your lip, you turn your head away from him.

He doesn't relent. "You can tell me anything, you know."

If you weren't so utterly exhausted, you might've laughed.

"You wouldn't be my first choice for a heart-to-heart."

"How about your second?"

You look at him like he's just suggested the world is flat. He smiles softly, allowing you time to think.

It's weird.

This is weird.

The lack of verbal finesse, designed to extract any emotion or confession he desires. You're used to his cunning, his depravity, his unfiltered self. You've come to expect it, as one would the sunrise and sunset. Briefly, you search for it. The expedition is futile. His normal tells are gone.

Truly, you could almost forget the imbalanced nature of this dynamic and pretend it's normal.

It isn't, however.

So you'll need to keep your wits about you.

"Could... er..." you trail off, uncertain of the best parlance, "Will something like that... happen... again...?"

The claustrophobia of being shut in a trunk. Blindfolded, hands and feet bound, gagged by a rag. Terrified and sobbing. Unable to breathe, unable to scream.

You feel as small now as you did then.

The man told you his reasoning. It tugged on your heart. Wringed the organ for everything it was worth. He deserved justice. He deserved revenge. At that lone instance, the playing field was even. The immeasurable gap in strength between him and the Phantom Troupe's boss meant nothing if Chrollo wasn't physically present. There was a chance for this bereaved father to return the pain unfairly inflicted on him.

But why on you?

Why do you have to be cast into hell for the sins of another?

And why was it so tempting to forgive the devil's transgressions against you, if he provided salvation just this once?

You don't know when you began shaking, but you do know it won't be easy to stop.

"You must've been scared," he murmurs.

This observation makes your throat feel impossibly tight, as if a serpent coiled around your neck. His eyelashes flutter shut and he rests his forehead against yours. He contents himself on breathing in your air while you wrestle with the odd intimacy of it all; this simplicity untainted by needling or provocations.

"I never make the same mistake twice," Chrollo eventually says. "In light of recent events, I've made it clear that you are off limits. Those who still wish to try their luck, well..."

The air itself writhes like a malicious entity. The sensation is brief, but the impression lingers, chilling you on a primordial level. You're reminded that his control, while impressive, isn't flawless. Every surface can fissure, allowing the noxious contents contained within to break free. This concentration of ill-intent isn't even focused at you. To be on the receiving end must be to face the inevitably of death.

"... They can be made examples of too."

Curiosity nips at your heels, demanding satiation.

Your part your lips.

Then his eyes reopen. They're dull, lacking any illumination, like light itself felt the urge to flee.

It's an understandable sentiment.

For that reason, you decide some questions are better left unanswered.

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[iceunhie]

HEART TO HEART — aventurine

premise ⁠☆ the five times aventurine bares his heart out to you, and the one time it works in his favor (or, in which aventurine says he loves you, in his own little ways.)

a/n ⁠☆ lovesick aventurine, i repeat super lovesick aventurine this is not half-assed, originally for @aventurne but then i decided it was for all but mei you will forever be known as the one who started this all ily, reblogs are appreciated. reader is the same reader from make a bet !!

The first time Aventurine opened up to you, he thinks that you looked like what starlight could be in human form.

Granted, no starlight would be able to keep him on his toes this much, though.

He speaks your name like a victory falling upon his lips, a measured weight in its cadence. Aventurine relishes in the way you look alert, placing your attention on him (and him alone), sticking to his side like the faithful subordinate that you are.

He's come to learn that you don't exactly do friends—you are the very image of professionalism, never crossing the lines you shouldn't cross; and if he’s not careful, you could disappear at the slightest touch, just like starlight. (Would it kill you to stay just for him?)

“Have I ever told you that you look prettier when you smile?”

You pause from your game, looking up from the chessboard you and your co-worker, boss, and give him a look that one can truly only enjoy if they were either a masochist or someone who enjoyed another's disgust of them. “About 25 times now, Aventurine.”

“You've been counting? I didn't know you loved my praise that much.”

Sometimes he feels the urge to always compliment you—because this is the only way for you to keep your eyes on him, to only look at him, and Aventurine has always loved looking at your eyes. (If he kept looking, would he convey his heart to you?)

You scrunch up your face. Cute. “What?”

“Nothing.” Fondness bleeds from within him, the Kakavasha of old seeping into the cracks of his hollow shell. Aventurine plays gambles, risks death, yet this feeling of elation is something that triumphed in all of that.

He wonders if you notice; if you know that his honeyed words are genuine, as genuine as a liar like him can be. Aventurine wonders if you can tell that every poke and prod hides the underlying meaning of desperation—the words he can never bring himself to say because he thinks he's far too unworthy (for you). Still…

“I hope you know that it's true.” Just this once, he’ll let you see, just this once. “I mean it. You look prettier when you smile.”

Just this once, Aventurine thinks. He’ll bare his heart to you just this once. It's a gamble, a risk; a gamble he wants to risk.

And indeed, perhaps this is what Gaiathra’s blessing is for.

He sees you bristle like a cat, so wary—but he sees the flush coating your cheeks, reaching well up to the tips of your ears, and he knows he's won. Checkmate. “That's such a lame compliment.”

“How cold.”

(To love is such an unpredictable thing.)

—

Aventurine has only three words to describe himself: loser, liar, and murderer.

He can think of other words too, like useless, stupid, disgusting, unworthy… a plethora of ugly, demeaning, visceral words—how fitting for a person like him.

There's another, too. Greedy. He's greedy. Whether as Kakavasha or Aventurine, the hunger to consume all lingers fresh in his mind. It's a need that knows no end, embittering all he cherished, cherishes. Like an iron chain upon his neck. He's greedy for solace, freedom; death, and—

“Aventurine, are you okay?”

(You.)

How truly fortunate he is to behold your expression, when your concern is as slim as the chances of a collision of planets; when the expressive range of your emotions towards him range from either exasperation or irritation.

His smile feels rotten today, unbearably sweet. “Are you worried about me?”

“You…” the traces of care don't slip from your expression despite the annoyance that betrays your tone. “Be serious here—you haven't been sleeping, have you? What is it? Is Sir Diamond assigning you yet another impossible mission?”

“No.” He doesn't know what's more agonizing. Knowing you care (and always have cared) for him, or knowing that he's making you go through all this trouble just to care for him. He smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. “It's just a minor upset, don't worry.”

He doesn't want to be indebted to you. Rather, he doesn't want you to see him; vulnerable, weak. Allowing you to freely enter his study as he's buried under piles of duty bound work just to come across one of the rare times where he's just Kakavasha—alone, and shouldering everything even if it kills him.

Worst of all, Aventurine feels that if you see him, you’ll find out just how ugly he truly is. And then—you’d leave. Like starlight, out of reach; never to be seen again. (Humans cannot survive without the light.)

“Then I'll get you something to eat at least, so you can-”

“No, wait.” He speaks your name like a plea, and you stay. Relief floods through his senses.

Aventurine thinks that perhaps because of the vulnerability he's exposed, you've even become softer. Because why else would you look like that, looking at him like he's worth something? “What is it, Aventurine?”

“Can you stay by my side?” There's a crack in his voice that he wishes to hide, but you don't mind anyway. “Just this once.” Please.

“...Okay.” He doesn't know if he wants to comprehend the meaning of your expression. “I'll stay. As- As much as you want.”

Aventurine thinks that his heart has already been consumed, his greediness becoming his downfall. Why is he just like a fool whenever he's with you? Do you know how dangerous this is, saying these words to him? At this rate…

They say that to covet what must not be coveted is one’s downfall, and Aventurine is no different. His eyes trail over your form, every inch of the stardust that make you. “Thank you. Really.”

Aventurine has only three words (and more) to describe him: liar, loser, and murderer.

“Don't thank me, Aventurine. Just—get some rest. I'll be there when you wake up.”

But now, watching you stay by his side; he supposes he can add another one to his list.

A fool. (a lover.)

Well, he’s been called worse.

—

Envy is a face Aventurine has long grown accustomed to seeing.

He saw it as Kakavasha; the look others give when they see his eyes, when they look at his profile. As Aventurine, he sees it in the eyes of space traders as they gaze upon his wealth, how the eyes of others fall onto him as he walks past.

But the fact that he also wears its mask is ironic, especially given the subject of his envy.

The third time Aventurine bared his heart out to you, it had been an accident. In his foolishness, Aventurine had slipped up.

He shouldn't be jealous, envious of those who get to help you with the IPC’s missions. It is the right, sensible thing to do; because you make him feel illogical, unable to comprehend in the haze of longing.

(Perhaps lovesickness isn't too far off a word.)

This is why you make him break free of his self-imposed apathy at seeing you off. Aventurine checks the file you'd be heading off to. Pier Point.

In a sense of uncharacteristic recklessness and perhaps brought upon by his longing; Aventurine ends up seeing you off.

“I'll get going now- Aventurine….?” your words falter when you watch as your co-worker strides toward you, terribly fast. “I thought you weren't coming to see me.”

“I can't have my dearest friend leave without seeing their handsome colleague’s face.” he says, like a liar. Small mercies to his ability to divert his inner feelings—and to not think about the fact that seeing you makes his heart throb in an ache no hunger can satiate.

You scoff, and thankfully you don't seem that irritated. If anything, you're in a good mood today. Even let him see the way your head tilts to bite back a smile. “How fortunate of me then.”

(He is.)

“Extremely.” he calls your name like a wager, seeking an answer. “How long are you going to be away this time?”

“Almost a month, maybe.”

“...I see.”

He's sulking, you can't help but laugh. Like a golden retriever. “Why so glum? Don't tell me you'd miss me.”

And for all his grace at maintaining his carefully crafted mask, Aventurine's whole world stops when he hears the sound. “How could anyone ever not miss you?”

You pause mid-laugh. Aventurine feels his face heat. He slipped up. Again, because of you. Because you always made him feel as though the universe could stop and end with you; and that this rotten hunger that gnawed at his bones might just be that he cared for you far too much for his own good.

…And now he felt like he wanted to fall back into a sandpit and hide there forever. “Is that what you think, Aventurine?”

(The way you say his name is so intoxicating.)

“Maybe.” He can't look at you right now, or else he'll imagine it—how could you ever feel the way he feels for you? When you were you and he was… him.

“Then come with me next time.” you look at him as though he'd break at any moment; tender. There's something else, too. “If you'd miss me that much.”

You flash him a cheeky, lovely smile, and Aventurine falls.

How unfair you are, capable of reducing him to bits; bringing him to your light and making his heart set off like fireworks in the night.

For now, he will be Aventurine—he could never resist such a tempting offer, not when its weight was far more valuable than any treasure of all. “It would be my pleasure.”

—

Aventurine has always thought that the space in his heart is empty because it was meant to be.

Because he is not worthy of feeling—he is a tool to be used; every part of him taken away and exploited away by others at their whim. In short, he is his best bargaining chip at any stability in his life.

“Aventurine, you’ll catch a cold if you keep forgetting to remove your coat.”

But you don't think that way, and it confuses him, to say the least. Like a shooting star, traces of your existence are specks in his life that have become far too important for him to let go.

Whether it be indulging in his whims of poker, allowing him to see the sight of your expressions in embarrassment and resignation, or the subtleties that have led him to believe (at least, he hopes to believe) that you do care.

And each time, Aventurine embeds your name into his heart even further.

Even now, as you hand him a towel and take his wet coat out of the way, Aventurine doesn't know if this is a blessing or a curse. You are always like this—overwhelmingly blinding, tethering himself to you without warning with your compassion. “I won't get sick.”

“Uh huh. And I'm Qlipoth the Preservation.” your eyebrows raise, and you take him inside. “I don't want to end up taking care of you if you will, so consider this a precautionary measure.”

“Seems I'm in luck, then.” He laughs, genuine. You're probably the only one to be able to bring out this part of him. “Such an angel you are.”

“Stop patronizing me and dry off already.”

“Alright alright, no need to get so fussy.” he throws up his hands in surrender, and he waits until you leave his quarters, strides measured as you give him privacy to change.

Aventurine wonders if you know just how much he loves you. Because he knows he does.

(He has already reached a conclusion.)

Perhaps the reason the space in his heart is empty was because you had been dictated to fit in it, and that Aventurine knows he’d never want you to leave.

—

Grief haunts Aventurine like a ghost, an old friend. Anguish whispers in Kakavasha’s ears and dictates its path to be his destiny.

But love comes in the form of Aventurine’s adoration for you.

“Have you ever wondered what it would be like to die?”

(Yes, he did. He has always wondered.) “No.”

“Why are you asking?” It is a mundane question, spoken atop the glamourous balcony as you and him look down at the glittering streetlights in Penacony below, watching the people of the dreamscape live the life their reality never brought them.

“No reason. Just… I wondered.” You hum, and Aventurine notes the miniscule shiver of your body, the lowering of your gaze; you're thinking about something again. (He wonders if you'd let him listen to what you want to say.) “What death might be like in this dreamscape.”

Instead, his silent question comes in the form of his coat draped around your back. There's no motion of rejection from you, which makes him feel nice—even if it's just for a while.

“Thank you.” You didn't need to thank him. Aventurine knows that he'd do anything for you anyway even if you don't ask a thing. Because he knows that no matter what, this game with his heart on the table shall always lose in favor of you.

“For what it's worth,” Aventurine says, the characteristic lilt of amusement in his voice gone, replaced with something authentic, “I wouldn't want you to die.”

Never. “I don't want you to die either.”

(If only you knew.)

“Hehe, I wouldn't go down without a fight.” he says, and Aventurine takes you in—the ways in which you gaze upon the scenery below, watching how you chuckle as you hear the loud countdown to the fireworks, the way your voice has always been the light, his adoration for you a stone to grab on in his gamble in life.

There's silence. Loving you is like loving the way the air fills your lungs as you breathe, because loving you was as natural as breathing in the sandy dunes of the place he once called home.

(Instead, you took its title for yourself.)

He speaks your name like it's the last thing he could ever do, and that through you, Kakavasha lived, and Kakavasha loved you.

And like always, it's there. Your attention, on him, as he always knows it will be (and as he always hopes it shall be.) as you gaze at him like he's the brightest star in the sky. “What is it?”

And when Aventurine finally bares his heart to you for the fifth time as the burst of fireworks ricochet across the skies, he hopes those three words will reach you.

bonus: the time aventurine bares out his heart to you, and he gets rewarded.

Aventurine’s hair has always reminded you of the color of gold. It is the color of the sunlight as it gently basks against your skin, the color of expensive champagne the man next to you so favors, and the color of the edges of his sunglasses.

(You've always been fond of yellow.)

"Aventurine?" you say, tone light, urging him to wake up. He's truly relentless, adamant on sulking as though his most valuable treasure would slip away from his grasp like you are right now because you were running late. "Can you let me get up now?”

“Good morning to you too.” purple eyes greet your form and an arm winds itself around your waist, pulling you even closer. “And unfortunately for you, I'm afraid I don't want to.”

“I'll be late. You know Jade hates tardiness-”

“-And I would be devastated to not have my lover by my side and leave me heartlessly.” Aventurine feigns, the falsity of his hurt not affecting you at all.

“You…” You frown at him, and Aventurine kisses the crease of your eyebrows of your face, enjoying the way your cheeks flush the like burn of alcohol down one’s throat. “You're so insufferable.”

“Mhm, whatever helps you let out that ire of yours.” he looks at you like he would the most precious of ores, the most valuable of cards—Aventurine looks at you unabashedly, wholly, in affection.

“Will you ever let me be on time?”

“Would you ever let me stop loving you?” he presses a kiss to your palm, tender as his hand traces circles on your palm. Aventurine already knows the answer.

“Really, you're just…” you sigh, but it's exasperatedly fond, and Aventurine’s heart skips a beat. He finds his answer when you press a chaste kiss upon the edge of his mouth. “So insufferable.”

Aventurine laughs, and the die is cast. “If I am, let's make a bet then.”

“Ugh, not another one of those.” you groan, but you make no notion to refuse anyway.

“Sway my heart enough to let you go.” he smirks, cunning as ever.

You roll your eyes, though it's nothing if not affectionate, determined glint shining in your eyes just like starlight.

“Deal.”

Recently, he's come to a conclusion; Aventurine thinks that if it's with you, no gamble is worthier than this.

end notes im gonna kms i hate the ending like actually hate it this fic is the product of boundless hatred and the urge to never show it to the light ever but here i am

© 𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐈𝐄 : do not repost, copy, or plagiarize my work.

#mhie's spirals #—stellaronhvnters #aventurine x you #aventurine x y/n #hsr x gender neutral reader #hsr x you #hsr x reader #hsr aventurine #aventurine HSR #aventurine x reader #everyone say thank you to ieyn because she was the one who said the ending had to be fluff instead of aventurine dying in reader's arms ^^

[oddinarylani]

"you don't want me" | skz | pt. 1 | chan, lee know, changbin, hyunjin

9:51 pm. bang chan.

it was past midnight by now. the moon wasn’t shining. she was hidden behind great big storm clouds that’d been crying since noon. the dirt turned to slush, the pavements now a dark gray - different from their softer brighter colors underneath the sun. the only sound that triumphed through the room was the white-noise sound of the rain - beating down on the roof, on the windows, on cars outside, and on the earth. 

empty. just empty. and tired. so tired. there wasn’t a way to describe it; and you were tired of trying. you hadn’t the drive for much anymore, not for work, or friends, but you still stood out for chan. you always would. you just haven’t been good at it for the past few weeks - and he was worried to bits which was the last thing you wanted. 

maybe silence and the dreadful exhaustion of not even trying to communicate would fix things. maybe he’d get the right idea and move on. this couldn’t be good for him, no, surely not. there was better in the world, it just wasn’t the home of your arms. 

“would you talk to me?” he asks, his voice shaky - brows melted together and worried sick. and he was truly worried sick. checking his phone for any texts from you or updates, laying awake when he let the worry eat him up. 

you look up from your hands, realizing you were lost in thought. “o-oh, yeah. sorry.” 

“sorry? i just want you to talk to me. you don’t have to apologize.” he grabs at your hands, a slippery grip that shakes his stable hold, he eventually steadies his hold and looks at you with a kind of wavering certainty. he’s trying desperately to be the strength you need, but his vigor is faltering. he sees all the hope in the palms of his hands being to melt away and he hadn’t the time to sort through the hundreds of thoughts forming in the terrorous wake of that.

your hand falls slack in his own, failing in your grip of his desperate grab of your hands. chan watches every microexpression that graces your face, seeing your brows bleed together. doubt strikes your features, and you slide your hand from his grasp, shaking your head before the words leave your mouth. 

all you had to do was muster the strength to speak the words, but even then, swallowed by a kind of grief, completely blindsided by false-truths, but even then it hurt to say. 

“y-you don’t want me,,” your watery eyes can’t even meet chan’s - he feels his heart shatter into a million pieces all over the floor. 

“you’re all i want, all i have ever wanted- what do you mean.” and his voice wobbles, he wants to reach out, grab you, stabilize you - shake the sense into you, because what do you mean he doesn’t want you? he’s wanted you so terribly for so long that he let it tear him up inside. 

“i’ve been in love with you for years- i-i love you so much, you’re all i want.” he does reach out now, bracing your arms in his gentle hands when the tears spill over your cheeks and you crumble in his hold. 

“b-but i’m like,,, this- i-i don’t-” he brings your body into his arms, your chest meeting his as his big arms wrap around you and hold you tight to his body. he’s warm, and his embrace just fills you up so much you don’t know what to do with it. 

“i love this part too. i promised you that and i do. i always will okay?” his hands hold the sides of your head, over your hair - and he pulls away to look you in the eye when he says that. he knows you need to hear it, knows you need to look at him when he does. 

you fold and buckle, only able to nod to keep your voice from wobbling and cracking. you wrap your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his chest. 

“i’ll never stop telling you i love you.” he presses his plushy lips to the top of your head, his hands smoothing over your back gently. “i’ll tell you more.” he promises. 

“i-i’m scared i’ll push you away, that i’ll scare yo-you off or that i’ll hurt you. i-i can’t-” you shake your head against him and frown, his t-shirt soaking up the wetness from your cheeks. “i can’t hurt you, chan. i can’t do that to you.”

“you don’t hurt me, baby. you never have, i promise. just wanna be here for you.” he mumbles against your hair, his hand cradling the side of your head. his lips leave tingly kisses along your hairline, and his promises to you fill you with love that you’re unsure what to do with. 

you nod against him, and he smooths his hands over your head again, “okay? i love you.” he pulls away, his eyes soft and brows melted together as his sights washed over your tear stained cheeks and face. “love you too.” you mumble, his thumbs swiping your under eyes and drying your cheeks. 

8:12 am. lee know. 

soft cuts of sunlight filtered in through the lines of the blinds and you’re immediately met with the warmth of the bed beneath you. the shirt you were wearing wasn’t yours, and your hair still seemed done from the night before - with a wandering and curious gaze, your eyes filter over to the sight next to you, and your lips part in surprise. 

minho, laying like an angel, as always. sleepy, soft skin blanketed by a thick comforter - lean muscle beneath. his hair was sprawled and he was still wearing makeup but if he wasn’t the prettiest sight in the world you didn’t know what was. 

only problem of course, he was your friend. a long time friend. and you’d been into him for far too long to let this slide. 

quickly, your legs slither out from the comforters, your toes finding the wood floors with ease as you move quietly to slink out of his bed, your gaze fixated on his sleeping face the entirety of your attempted escape. you pull on your skirt from the night before, grab your shoes in one hand before they slip from your grip and clatter to the floor quite ceremoniously. 

your face winces up, shoulders and spine tight as he stirs, his eyes fluttering open. 

he leans up on his elbows, eyes squinted as they adjust to the mild morning light coming from behind his blinds. 

“what’re you doing?” he asks tiredly, slumping back into the mattress as you gather your shoes in your hand once more. 

you push your hair from your face, huffing to gather your breath as you look at him. “i have to leave, minho.” you explain, feeling the tightness in your chest gather at the thought. 

“you don’t, come back to bed-” he groans, stretching, his hand gently offered to you as he laid back down, eyes sleepy and voice croaky. 

all of your hurt, after all of these years comes back to the forefront of your brain. the nights you spent crying, realizing he’d never want you, the years spent in pain in realization you’d never have him. and you can’t stop yourself from blurting what you truly felt, tired and defeated. 

“you don’t want me.” you shrug like it’s easy, like there was no other way, only acceptance of what you’d manage to convince yourself of. your chest aches at the sound of your own statement, but you grip your shoes a little closer and swallow the dryness in your throat. 

he leans up, slow. the crinkle of the comforter as he does so only fills you further with nervous anticipation. his eyes are still tired, angeled and low and he seems so pleased with what he says. 

“i do want you.” his brows lift for a moment. not for a second does his eye contact waver - and you knew, a small but very true part of you knew he wasn’t lying but you couldn’t accept it. no it wouldn’t be that easy, and maybe it meant something different to him. 

“no you don’t.” it’s gentle, defeated, barely rolled off your mouth when you say it and he feels your hurt - feels a bit of his own too though he wouldn’t like to admit it. 

“i do.” he presses. his expression changes, one of understanding that melts at the ache in your chest. he softens, his hand now more of an extended invitation. almost like he was silently pleading with you to just take it - take it and trust him. 

your fingertips tingle with the twinge of need that extends in your touch; they act before you can control them. the back of your hand raises, the supple skin of your palm meets his, and he wraps his hand around yours the moment you touch. 

it feels so right - god it feels right. it nearly takes the breath away from you - even this was enough. just this. 

he pulls you closer to him, his arm lifting to circle around your waist like it was the first time he’d ever done so; his touch and hold almost chivalrous. never for a second does he let his eyes leave your own, your face. his skin awakens prickles in your skin, your lungs take in breaths shakily - like every bit of you trembles at his touch. 

he takes your hand, swallows it in his grip because he wants to ground you - just think of me. it’s like he says. i’m here. a promise. what he can’t muster to say in words - he tries desperately hard to say in the way he floods your senses. it’s bracing, whole. 

“have for a while.” he admits softly, as your knee comes to press into the softness of his bed, getting closer by the second. 

“why didn’t you say anything?” you ask, sitting with your legs folded over his own cloaked by the comforter. 

he shakes his head gently, brows raised again, for a moment. “don’t know.” he musters, smiling for a second at the realization of his own sheer disbelief. why hadn’t he? fear? doubt?

“i should’ve said something too. ‘s okay.” you squeeze his hand before softly pulling it from his grasp, knowing he wasn’t the biggest fan of skinship. but to your surprise, he reaches back out for you.

he pulls your hand to his cheek, leaning into the touch with soft low gaze. his skin is warm, his guidance of your hand to his face is gentle, and you feel your heart lighten at the action, a small understanding smile on your lips. your shoes are disregarded, hair messy, but all you see is him. and all he wants is you. 

3:43 pm. changbin.

“your friend,” your mom begins. “the one with the…” her voice drifts off, her hands gesturing in long strokes of her fingers from the top of her head to her mid-waist, repeating this action until you understood. the long hair, she was meaning. 

“yeah,” you follow with their name. 

“their parents were at the recital - did you know she’s going off to a performing arts high school?” and you swallow because of course you knew this, the whole school did. and now your hands were wringing together because you were nervous, anxious. and you just didn’t want to hear her actually say it or it’d confirm everything.

“why don’t you do something like that? 

it was a frightening feeling and not at all fleeting. no. this sat with you, cooked inside your brain and marinated in a venomous concoction of long-lasting insecurity and self-doubt. 

being loved by and loving changbin was a catalyst and returning friend of a face you said goodbye to some time ago. comparatively, you and changbin were very different people. a world-renown producer and artistic creator to one of the most popular kpop groups to ever rise in the industry, and you. 

little you. 

with nimble fingers half-good at crochet, a homemade recipe for lemon ginger tea, and a smile you convinced yourself most days was nice, you didn’t compare. it wasn’t sad, it took no convincing on your end, it just was. 

suddenly consciousness regains in the forefront of your mind - and it slips from your lips before you can stop it. 

“you don’t want me.” it’s said into the phone pressed against your cheek, you’re driving, and you’re nearly home. the rain is still falling from the morning - shining and wetting the roads up for traffic lights to reflect their bright colors on the throats of puddles. 

on the other end of the line, changbin’s voice dies in his throat - too thoroughly stunned in the moment to even try speaking. his lips part, his brain thinks over the words you’ve just said to him, and he can’t puzzle himself as to why you’d ever say that. 

“w-why do you want me-” a sharp intake of breath past your lips, a shudder, the slam of your car into park as the doors unlock and his very first instinct before anything else is to be there. 

he says your name, speaks it with ease - familiarized himself with the way it feels in his mouth, and he stutters before speaking again. 

“of course i want you- are-are you okay? talk to me, baby what’s going on?” he stiffens up in his chair and chan leaves the room to grab a call from an executive. right now the music doesn’t matter, the hours of work spent trying to delicately assemble a new track doesn’t matter, the only thing he can think about is you. why you’re saying this. 

“i-it’s been-” you sniff, wiping your face at the pathetic notion of your own tears. “it’s been on my mind lately and i can’t stop thinking about it, bin.” your hand shakes with the grip on your phone, voice failing as you succumb to the tears. your shoulders shake, and you put a hand over your mouth to muffle the noise - as if you could hide it from changbin.

“baby, i’m here, i’m here, it’s okay. let me wrap this up with chan real quick and i’ll be over okay? you at your place?” he asks, voice soft and turned away from the mixing booth as chan walks back into the studio.

you nod, humming and confirming.

“i’ll be on my way in a minute, okay? i’ll text you when i’m headed over, baby.���

he leaves a minute later, driving like hell to get to you quick enough - and when he sprints up the stairs to your apartment he walks in to find the lights low and your form sitting on the couch - head resting in your hand.

“i’m here, baby. what’s wrong.” he doesn’t miss a beat - immediately he kneels at the couch, his hands coming to stroke your upper arms, coaxing you soothingly to open up to him. you shake your head, lips wobbling. 

“god- it’s pathetic really, bin-” you almost chuckle in hindsight. “just…” you look down, feeling the warmth of his hands as he circles you.

there’s a brief intermittent pause. a realization. it washes over you and steals the words from your mouth and the thoughts along with them. his hands pause between your bodies as if he’s afraid - afraid to touch you - afraid to upset you. more big wet tears cascade down your cheeks, face flushed with heat and red, and you wish more now than ever that he’d just hold you. 

“i-i don’t,,, i can’t-” you sniff. “compare to you.” it angers you to even speak it, knowing it’d hurt him. why.

“y-you don’t,,” you shake your head, your eyes filtering up to meet his own that look at you with such disbelief it’s almost sobering.

you were telling him this. like it was a fact, like it was your decision to make. he thinks maybe that’s why it hurt so much to hear you say it. like there was no alternative in your mind, nothing you could tell yourself to soothe this particular ache. like your mind was made up. 

“baby, baby-” he stands to sit next to you on the couch, gently grabbing your legs to toss over his own, his hands coming to stroke the wetness from your cheeks. every touch of his skin on your own is terribly grounding and sobering, and for a moment your tears slow a bit as he cradles your face in his calloused hands. 

“all i want is you. all i want. okay? i want all of you, on your best and worst days.” his arms circle you, hand resting at the back of your head to urge him into your shoulder. there’s where your tears fall now, arms grasping onto him and his shoulders. “there’s nothing you or anyone else could say to change my mind either. you’re perfect and i love you.” 

you nod against him, breathing in shaky. “i love you. i love you so much.” you know he’ll say it as many times as he must before you accept it. 

“love you too. love you.” you’ve become something like putty in his arms as he holds you. his hands soothe over your back, and you hear it; hear him. and believe him. 

1:03 am. hyunjin. 

your fingertips shake, fluttering over the textured fabric of the dress sitting daintily from your figure. a breath released, a breath inhaled, and in the next moment - it all comes crumbling; the image of yourself you brave for yourself. the falsities, the fabrications. in the reflection of the mirror you watch peripherally your face drop, turning to the side to run your hands over the curve of your body, trying to make it fit, trying to fit this idea into a box. 

your hands drop slack, hitting the sides of your legs. your composure weakens and you feel a buckle in your ability to withstand it. 

“fuck,,” you whisper, turnin away from the mirror with your hands on your face - fighting with might only a god could match to keep from crying. 

too many tears were shed because of this very same reality, you didn’t want to give it the satisfaction of succumbing to it. 

but your knees buckle - submitting to it, and you’re right back at square zero. 

hyunjin was going to be home any moment now, this fact had drifted away from your thoughts as hot tears welled up in your eyes, only when you hear the door unlock do you tighten up like board was tied to your back. you stand, walking to the closet to change quickly. just as your fingers unzipped the back, tears rolling over your cheeks and jaw, hyunjin announces he’s walked into the bedroom with a soft, “i’m back, baby.” 

his voice was soft, and he was completely oblivious and safe from the torrent of thoughts within your skull. he slinks in, your hands pause from unzipping your dress. “ah,” you sniff. “hey honey.” 

his head turns in your direction at the sound of that. 

he doesn’t have sights on you, you’re hidden behind the closet doors, but he makes his way over quietly, making a questioning type of humming noise, as if gently asking, “what?” 

you keep your lips sealed, unable to conjure an excuse quick enough - he’s suspected you already and you know if he finds you like this, it’ll be a torrential downpour you won’t be able to stop - hyunjin had that effect. 

“,,,babe? what’s-“ “d-don’t-“ your hand stops him from opening the closet door, you didn’t mean for the action to come across as aggressive it was - but you couldn’t let him see, and your heartbreaks at the idea. 

“what’s wrong, angel? i won’t judge you, i promise.” he relaxes his hands on the closet doors, his eyes darting over it’s surface. there’s a bit of anxiety boiling up now for hyunjin, he hadn’t a clue what was going on but he expected the worst by far. all he wanted was to be there for you - know why you were upset and help. 

“the dress i-… it doesn’t look good.” you sniff again, on the very edge once more as tears build more, faster. 

“i’m sure you look beautiful, baby. it’s okay. can i come in?” he doesn’t press the door, but instead waits for your consent. 

“s-some of the beading came off while i was putting it on and the seams look stretched-“ you take a breath shakily from your nose, “hyunjin-“ you say his name with reason, like saying it would be enough to soothe you. hyunjin feels his heart ache deep within his chest, his bottom lip pushed out slightly as he hears your hurt. 

“you won’t… you won’t want me.” 

it absolutely tears him up inside the way you say that. 

he pushes the door with no fighting from you, eyes first and only meeting your eye contact. “all i want is you, okay? i want you.” he promises, hands a bit shaky as he smooths over your hair and holds your face, his movements a bit sporadic as he tries everything he can to get you to focus on him, on what he was saying. 

“i love you.” he exhales. “i love you.” his hands shake your face the slightest amount to just try to get you to believe him. 

“and you look so beautiful, baby.” he mumbles into your hairline, pulling you into his arms, his own eyes closed tight. his hands flatten against your back, running his palms smooth over your exposed skin. “you are so beautiful.” 

in his arms, your crying slows. and the only reason he lets you go is to make a point. 

“come. follow me.” he grasps your hand, letting you follow behind him with as he stands in your mirror. 

“look at you.” he smiles softly, holding your hands in his own. “so pretty,” he whispers as if in thought, looking over your form as if it was a book to study. 

you wipe your face, feeling hyunjin begin to walk behind you, his hand kept only our waist as he now towers behind you - warm hand resting on your hip. “i knew when i bought this you’d look beautiful but,, it’s more than that.” his voice is soft, only shared between the both of you. 

you shake your head gently, feeling his hands steady on your zipper, stabilizing your side as he begins zipping you up - his eyes thoroughly focused on your form in the mirror as he does so. he says it like he doesn’t doubt it even for a moment. there’s not a moment he doesn’t think you’re outstanding, and not a moment he wishes to quiet his claim of your beauty. 

“look at me,” he asks, gently lifting your chin to meet his eyes in the mirror. you let his soft touch gently guide you - his thumb swiftly drying a stray tear. his hand settles on the other side of your waist, holding you in his hands. his look is all too knowing, chin dropped, fully expectant on you understanding what he was thinking - and all you can do for a moment is chuckle, wiping your cheeks. 

“you look so pretty, baby - this was made for you.” he promises, admiring the texture of the dress under his hands as he gently strokes your sides and smiles.

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[supermarketbae]

Billy smut where he’s mad at you for wearing a mini skirt with no panties at a party showing off his goods so when you guys get home, super rough sex and brat taming.

pussy spanking, brat taming, degrading, all the nine yards pls and thank you🫶🏻

ooooo anon I love your thoughtss (I’m so not completely normal about this 🖤) gif isn’t meant to represent skin tone of reader

The Little Black Dress

warnings: rough sex (all kinks mentioned above), enemies to lovers, jealous! Reader, jealous! Billy, choking, praise, edging, anddd that’s about it (unrealistic time period???)

You knew what you were doing when you get ready for Jason’s party. Twirling in the mirror you put on a sultry smile before laughing at your own antics, finally happy with your appearance. A short, tight, mini dress clung to your confident frame. Shrugging on a cropped cardigan you slip on your heels and check the time. 30 minutes late.

You mused.

Perfect.

What you were trying at, was a dramatic enterance and Billy Hargrove’s attention which ended after a new girl named Chrissy moved into town and completely stole your spotlight. I mean, you didn’t blame Hargrove completely. She was a gorgeous girl, but it was frankly obvious that her eyes were set somewhere else when she immediately turned him down.

It was surprising when the flirtatious advances from Billy stopped. Even though you classified each other’s relationship as ‘enemies’ you’d come accustomed to the flirting remarks he flung your way— only your way in fact— he’d stopped dating other girls a while back. You’d never be as pompous as to chalk it up to him being absolutely enraptured by you. But he was…

Every flippant reply and every confident eye roll you gave back to Billy’s lewd attempt at flirting had him stumbling over his next words in badly concealed affection for you. You’d just refuse to see it. So, in yet another misinterpreted attempt, Billy started flirting with Chrissy in an effort to try to make you jealous. Billy knew she didn’t want him, but the first look of seething contempt on your face was worth it. But soon, when your contempt turned to ignoring him all together… Billy knew he fucked up.

And as he saw you walking in, decked out, confident and without glancing at Billy even once (sidestepping him in the process). Slinking through the crowd you grimace when you see Jason Carver motioning for you to come over. But a glance over your shoulder and the daggers that Billy was glaring into your soul made you smile widely sauntering to his scrawny form.

Before you can even reach a reasonable distance Jason whistles at you lunging out and  putting an unwelcome, unsteady arm over your shoulder. “Welllll hellooo Gorgeous glad you made it !” Jason slurs to your slightly recoiling form. “I’m just peachy.” You try to purr back but your voice trembles a bit from badly hidden disgust. “Well that’s lovely, much like yourself doll.” Jason hiccups at your fake simpering giggles.

 As you allow him to slip his hand down your back you smile in triumph when you see Billy pushing through the crowd. His eyes trail up your figure as he barks “Fuck off Jason. If you want to keep your head, hands the fuck off her!” The blatant possessiveness in Billy’s voice had you biting your lip in anticipation. So as Jason grumbled, knowing his place enough to walk away, you truly simper when Billy grabs  you gently, yet still dominating and pulls through the crowd to the upstairs of the Carver residence.

As the door to the room closes— Jason’s room you realize in a sickening sweetness. Billy bites out “What the fuck were you playing at with Carver!” You’re somewhat stunned into silence at his scolding but manage to snark “what do you mean—“ you gasp as he grabs you roughly tilting your chin up so you’re looking at him. And before he can say anything else: “I’m not fucking yours. Why do you care?” You bat your eyelashes innocently feeling a warm heat when Billy smirks down at you. 

“Really sweetheart?” Billy mumbles trailing a hand down your excited figure “Oh but you could be…” Billy whispers. You blush heavily taken aback by his forwardness. “Don’t you want to be?” He says slightly softer and you find yourself nodding. Suddenly his lips are on yours, and you find yourself asking why you didn’t kiss this infuriating boy sooner.

In a whirl of lustful kisses and groping hands you find yourself pressed on a plush king bed, pillows falling as you wrap your legs around Billy’s waist. You keen softly as Billy reaches low intent on pleasuring you through your panties. He grunts when he finds that they aren’t there. “Naughty fucking girl.” Bill sighs, lowering himself onto his forearms, caging himself around you. You realize you’re shaking when Billy chuckles. “such a fragile thing darl’” the low rumble of Billy’s voice goes straight to your cunt. Your brows furrow in need as Billy pushes a finger inside of you. “Actin’ like a fucking slut out there but you can’t fucking take it?” Billy’s question has you writhing at the degradation. You shake your head vehemently biting your lip as Billy quirks his lip into a smirk.

You squeal loudly as he gives a sharp slap to your clit. “Jesus sweets,” Billy drawls pinning your hips open with a large hand. “Fucking dripping for me.” You jolt as Billy places another electrifying slap to your throbbing pussy.

“You know what I’m gonna fucking do sweetheart?” Billy kisses up your neck as you flounder, whimpering and gasping as you try to answer. So ever aware of your already needy state Billy rasps “I’m going to fuck you until your pretty little cunt remembers the shape of my cock.”

Your head cocks back at the vulgarity of his lewd musings. Your legs shake as Billy adds another finger to your fluttering heat. “Billy—a-ah-s’much I can’t!” Your mewls only spur Billy to thrust his fingers deeper into your cunt. “Awh baby, you think I fucking care that it hurts?” His cruel groan has you whining clinging to his bicep in an attempt for him to stop— or keep going, you didn’t know.

“fucking hell you want to cum?” Billy says index finger coming to play at your swollen clit. You nearly scream when he pulls his fingers out of your sloppy hole licking at your arousal that’s glistening on his fingers. “Taste like heaven darl’ s’a pity brats don’t get to cum.” Billy chides meanly to you. “Puh-please—ah- Billy needa c-cum!” You moan raggedly as Billy hurriedly undoes his belt, each clink of silvery metal cause a shiver to rack your body. You nearly cry as Billy fucks his length into you easily bottoming out in a smooth thrust that has your mind reeling in drunken pleasure.

“this what you needed—fucking shit your so tight- you n-needed to get dicked down huh?” You nod whining as Billy’s hand wraps oh so deliciously around your throat. The haziness making it all the more intoxicating at his bullying pace. You felt like you were coming apart at the seams. Billy’s other hand finds your hip gripping it strongly to pull you even closer to him. He needed to fuck you on his cock until you screamed.

You wail as his hips continue to piston into yours at a brutal speed, and somehow he just keeps going. Again and again hitting the spot that has you clenching around him and forgetting your own name. “Billy—mmm—please I’m-oh- im gonna cum-f-fuck me!” Your delirious sighs punch out a responding moan from Billy, who grips your throat tighter, adding to your already immense pleasure. “Yea-gonna cum on this cock? Gonna be my good girl? About fucking time my little cumslut.” All it takes is a final roll of Billy’s hips for you to go hurtling over the edge, lips parted in a wide ‘oh’.

Overstimulated, you try to shakily scoot away from Billy’s hard thrusts but moan as he grabs your waist, biting at your neck “I never said I was fucking done darling.” “loved the dress by the way.”

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[xxspringmelodyxx]

I Will Always Love You~

Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

When a rival from your old high school comes in and tried to take your man

The bustling city streets buzzed with activity as Satoru Toru and you navigated through the throngs of people. Your footsteps fell in sync, a silent harmony amidst the chaos surrounding you. Satoru, with his trademark white hair and enigmatic gaze, exuded an aura of confidence that drew curious glances from passersby. Beside him walked you, your presence a calming influence amid the whirlwind of the city.

As the strongest sorcerer, Satoru was accustomed to attention. His power and charisma made him a magnet for admirers, both friend and foe alike. Yet, despite the constant clamor for his attention, there was only one person who truly captured his heart – you.

For two years, you had been inseparable, your bond forged through shared trials and triumphs in the world of sorcery. Your kind-hearted nature complemented Toru's boldness and strength perfectly, creating a harmony that transcended mere words.

On this particular day, your mission had led you to the heart of the city, where the streets teemed with life and energy. As you made your way through the crowded thoroughfare, a sudden rain shower descended from the heavens, catching you off guard. With a shared glance and a knowing smile, you quickened your pace, seeking shelter from the downpour.

Your refuge came in the form of a quaint little café nestled on a side street, its warm lights beckoning like a beacon of hope amidst the dreary weather. Stepping inside, you were greeted by the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft murmur of conversation. Finding an empty table by the window, you and Toru settled in, shedding your damp outer layers and allowing the cozy ambiance to envelop you.

As you waited for your orders to arrive, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Toru, your heart swelling with affection at the sight of him. Despite his formidable reputation as the strongest sorcerer, there was a gentleness in the way he smiled, a warmth that seemed to radiate from within.

Satoru, however, noticed the little glances you would make towards him, and he absolutely loved it. The way your beautiful eyes stared at him with so much love and adoration. It was enough to make him melt on sight.

“You know,” Toru said, breaking the comfortable silence between you two, “every time you look at me like that, I feel like the luckiest man in the world.”

A blush crept onto your cheeks at his words, but you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. “You’re the one who makes me feel lucky,” you replied softly. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

His smile widened at your words, a warmth spreading through his chest.

You two continued to talk about a variety of topics. Your missions, your previous dates, future plans, you name it. You both just spent this time to talk.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter escaped you as Toru recounted a particularly amusing anecdote from one of your past missions. As you laughed, you felt his gaze lingering on you, a warmth spreading through your chest at the intensity of his stare.

“What?” you asked, unable to suppress the smile that danced on your lips.

Toru shook his head, a fond smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Nothing,” he replied softly. “You’re just so beautiful when you laugh.”

Your cheeks flushed pink at his words, a rush of warmth flooding your veins. “Stop it,” you protested, though the affection in your voice was undeniable.

“I mean it,” Toru insisted, his gaze unwavering. “You have no idea how much you mean to me.”

The sincerity in his voice took your breath away, leaving you speechless for a moment. But before you could respond, the moment was interrupted by the arrival of your drinks, effectively shifting the focus away from the intimate exchange.

A steaming cup of coffee for Toru and a soothing herbal tea for yourself. Continuing in your casual conversation, you went on to share stories of past adventures and dreams for the future, your laughter mingling with the soft patter of rain against the windowpane.

However, this was short lived as a certain person was about to ruin it for you. A woman who went by the name of Akane sat across from you two, a smile plastered on her face. Why was she so bad, you might ask? Well, its quite simple really. She wanted Toru. She was absolutely obsessed with him, almost to a point to where it was scary. Toru told you not to worry about it because he loved you and only you, but it wasn’t him you were worried about. No, you were worried about what Akane would do. She is crazy enough to try just about anything.

She was like this in high school as well. It was absolutely awful. Anytime you liked someone, she would try and steal them away…and usually it worked. Usually it was because she offered them something in return…all just to see you struggle. Shoko told you she was a bitch and a homewrecker, and even went as far as to say she would go out and fight her for you. You should’ve taken her up on that offer. Now here she was, and you were sure she was going to do anything to get Toru to leave with her.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Toru asked.

”O-Of course, why do you ask?”

“Because I just said I am going to move to Australia and forget my life as a sorcerer to become a local snake wrestler, and that we are going to have 8 cats while living in a small shed… and all you said was yeah,” he deadpanned, a teasing glint in his eye.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his absurd statement, grateful for the brief respite from the tension that hung in the air.

”I am fine…just got a bit distracted. But let's focus back onto ourselves.” You spoke, holding his hand in yours.

Amidst the continued laughter and lighthearted banter between you and Toru, there lingered an unspoken tension – a palpable undercurrent of something deeper, something unspoken. It was a tension born of your growing unease as you watched Akane begin to approach your table, her eyes fixed on Toru with an intensity that set alarm bells ringing in your mind.

Toru looked to where your eyes were, seeing none other than Akane herself. His smile faded as he knew where this was going. He felt your grip on his hand tighten a bit, to which he quickly caressed the back of it with his thumb, trying to reassure you.

”Hey Toru~” She spoke up, her voice holding a sultry tone to it.

“What brings you here, Akane?” Toru inquired, his tone polite but guarded.

“Oh, I was just passing by and thought I’d say hello,” she replied casually, though there was an unmistakable undercurrent of mischief in her voice.

You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes at her obvious deception, fully aware of her intentions. With calculated precision, she settled into the seat beside Toru, invading his personal space and causing him visible discomfort. Yet, when Toru glanced over at you, he was met with a sight that made his stomach churn. You, usually the epitome of kindness and gentleness, now emanated an aura of barely restrained fury, as though you were capable of unspeakable acts if provoked.

With a clenched jaw and a furrowed brow, you watched in silence as Akane leaned in closer, her voice dripping with honeyed words that made your stomach churn with unease. Despite the unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach, you refused to give her the satisfaction of seeing you falter. You stood up from your seat and began to move towards Toru.

The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to suffocate as the other patrons glanced between you and Akane, their curiosity piqued by the unfolding drama. But amidst the chaos and confusion, there was one thing you knew for certain – you wouldn’t let Akane’s manipulative games get to you, not this time.

With each step, you could feel the weight of the room’s collective gaze bearing down on you, their curious stares like daggers piercing through the tension-filled air. But you refused to let their scrutiny deter you, your focus locked solely on the man who held your heart.

As you reached him, you didn’t utter a word. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips to his, pouring all of your pent-up emotions into the kiss. It was a kiss born of desperation and longing, a silent declaration of ownership in the face of perceived threat.

In that moment, the world around you faded into oblivion, leaving only you and Toru locked in a passionate embrace. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. And though you could still feel the lingering weight of Akane’s presence, it was no match for the overwhelming warmth of Toru’s love.

As the kiss deepened, a sense of euphoria washed over you, a tidal wave of emotion threatening to consume you whole. It was as though every worry and fear melted away in the heat of the moment, leaving only the blissful certainty of your love for each other.

Surprised at first, Toru quickly responded, his arms encircling your waist as he deepened the kiss with a fervor that matched your own. In that moment, any doubts or insecurities melted away, replaced by the overwhelming warmth of your love for each other.

When you finally broke apart, breathless and exhilarated, you were met with a mixture of shock and admiration from the surrounding patrons. But amidst the whispered murmurs and curious glances, there was one pair of eyes that held your gaze – Toru's eyes, sparkling with affection and pride.

"Well, that was unexpected, but I'm not complaining," he chuckled, his voice low and husky with emotion. His hand moved to the back of your neck, ready to kiss you again.

"Who knew you had a hint of jealousy in you? I have to admit, it's kind of hot." He spoke before going at it again.

You couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at the sight of Toru's unwavering devotion. As you stole a glance at Akane, you noticed her jaw clenched tight, her hands balled into fists at her sides. Her eyes burned with a mixture of jealousy and rage, her carefully constructed facade shattered by the intensity of your connection with Toru.

Summoning every ounce of charm and charisma she possessed, she plastered on a saccharine smile and began to speak. “Well, well, well,” she cooed, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “I must say, I didn’t expect to witness such a… passionate display of affection in public.”

Her words were laced with thinly veiled contempt, a subtle jab at your audacity to flaunt your love so openly. But rather than cower in the face of her thinly veiled hostility, you met her gaze with a steely resolve, your grip on Toru’s hand tightening in silent solidarity.

Toru, for his part, stopped kissing you and turned his head towards Akane. His eyes remained cool and composed, belying the storm of emotions brewing beneath the surface. With practiced ease, he slipped into his role of polite indifference, his voice a mask of civility as he addressed the intruder in their midst. “Can we help you with something?” he inquired, his voice betraying none of the irritation bubbling beneath the surface.

”Cause I was a bit preoccupied,” he interjected with a playful smirk, his eyes gleaming mischievously as he cast a knowing glance towards Akane, “You know, indulging in a little… passionate exchange with her.” He finished, tightening his grip around your waist. He was about to go back to kissing you, when she interrupted him.

She refused to be deterred, her facade of civility crumbling under the weight of her seething jealousy. “Oh, I think you know exactly what I want,” she replied, her tone dripping with venom as she turned her attention to Toru. “I want you, Satoru. And I won’t rest until you’re mine.”

Toru gave her a deadpanned look, completely in disbelief at her behavior.

“Oh come on, Toru~ Surely you don’t want to be with her for the rest of your life~ Think of all the fun you and I could have~” She said flirtatiously, walking her fingers up his arm.

Akane’s words hung in the air, heavy with malice and desperation, as Toru’s patience wore thin. With each flirtatious gesture, his irritation simmered beneath the surface, his resolve to protect your relationship unwavering.

As Akane’s fingers continued to trail up his arm, Toru’s expression shifted from disbelief to frustration. “I can’t believe this,” he muttered under his breath, his tone laced with exasperation.

With a gentle but firm touch, Toru removed Akane’s hand from his arm, his gaze hardening as he addressed her once more.

“I can’t believe you would ever think I would give up someone like her to be with someone as conniving and despicable as you,” Toru spat, his tone laced with venom as he delivered the cutting remark, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and disgust.

As Toru’s words hung in the air, a tense silence enveloped the cafe, broken only by the soft hum of conversation and the occasional clink of dishes. Akane recoiled as though struck, her facade of confidence crumbling under the weight of Toru’s condemnation.

But instead of retreating, she squared her shoulders, her eyes flashing with defiance as she met Toru’s gaze head-on. “You’ll regret this, Satoru,” she hissed, her voice trembling with suppressed rage. “You think you can choose her over me? You’ll see just how wrong you are.”

Your eyes narrowed at her, anger hitting its breaking point with you as she threatened Satoru. You quickly looked towards her drink and snapped your fingers, causing the drink to burst all over her, making her stand up with surprise.

With determination, you came forward, your eyes blazing with grit as you addressed Akane. "Listen here, Akane," you began, your voice firm and unwavering. "You may think you have some kind of claim on Toru, but let me make one thing clear – he's not interested. He never was, and he never will be."

Your words cut through the tension like a knife, silencing Akane's protests in an instant. For the first time since her arrival, she was rendered speechless, her facade of confidence crumbling under the weight of your conviction.

"So let me make one thing abundantly clear," you continued, your gaze narrowing into a steely glare, "if you ever dare to come near us again, I won't hesitate to make sure you regret it. So do yourself a favor and stay away from us. Permanently."

With that final warning, you turned your back on Akane, refusing to dignify her with any further attention.

Your declaration hung in the air like a solemn decree, leaving no room for doubt or negotiation. Akane’s expression wavered for a moment, a flicker of defiance in her eyes, but ultimately she relented. With a defeated scoff, she slunk away, defeated by the unwavering strength of your resolve.

As the tension dissolved, a sense of peace settled over the café once more, the lingering threat of Akane’s presence evaporating into the ether.

Toru's touch was gentle yet firm as he lifted your chin, his fingers caressing your skin with a tenderness that belied the intensity in his gaze. With unwavering affection, he locked eyes with you, his expression a reflection of the depth of his feelings.

"You were amazing," he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper yet carrying the weight of his admiration. His thumb traced the curve of your jawline, a silent reassurance of his love and appreciation for you.

A blush tinged your cheeks at his words, your heart swelling with warmth at the sincerity in his gaze. "I couldn’t just sit there and watch. Especially not when she threatened you.” you replied, your own voice barely more than a breath as you returned his affectionate gaze.

In that moment, words seemed inadequate to convey the depth of emotion between you, yet the silent exchange spoke volumes. With a shared smile and a lingering touch, you found solace in each other's presence, knowing that together, you could weather any storm that came your way.

As the tension of the encounter with Akane faded into the background, a playful glint danced in Toru's eyes, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "You know," he began, his tone light and teasing, "Seeing you all worked up like that kind of stirred something deep within me~."

Your cheeks flushed at his suggestive remark, but you couldn’t help but laugh at his playful demeanor. “Oh really?” you replied, a hint of amusement in your voice. “And what, pray tell, does that ‘something’ entail?”

Toru’s grin widened, his gaze locking with yours in a playful challenge. “Well, I was thinking,” he murmured, his voice low and husky with anticipation, “that we could head back home and indulge in some... private festivities.

A playful smirk tugged at your lips as you considered his proposal, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver of excitement down your spine. “Hmm, sounds intriguing,” you mused, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “And what would these ‘private festivities’ be, hmm?”

Toru's response was a playful wink and a devilish grin, his arm slipping around your waist as he guided you towards the door. "I guess you'll just have to wait and see," he teased, his voice filled with anticipation and excitement. "But trust me, it'll be worth the wait."

With a laugh and a playful swat at his arm, you followed him out of the café, your hearts light and spirits high as you embarked on the next chapter of your adventure together.

”Oh, and baby?” Toru started, making you look up at him.

He grabbed your face and planted his lips on yours, igniting a flame within yourself once again.

After a few seconds passed, he let go and looked into your eyes, kissing your cheeks.

”Know that I will always love you, no matter what. I will always be with you, even when you get tired of me. After all, you are my one and only. No one will ever change that~” He finished, making your heart leap out of your chest. You smiled up at him and kissed his nose

”I could never get tired of you, my love. And I love you, too~” You said, smiling up at him. You both continued your way back to your house, hand in hand, hearts entwined, ready to be alone in each other's presence.

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[akutasoda]

hotdog 🤯

Imagine Dazai with a reader who was once his friend before he became an executive, and left once he met chuuya. Only leaving a note claiming they had better things to do. Then when Dazai is in the ADA he sees them again and readers changed a lot and refused to speak to him. The only reason he gets is the past is in the past so stay there.

-🫛Anon!

better off in the past

synopsis - you decide a childhood friend should remain in your childhood

includes - dazai

warnings - gn!reader, angst no comfort, dazai's kinda scummy, wc - 2.6k

a/n: 🤯 - this is the new rewritten version as of 20/03!

taglist - @vi-chan07

you had met dazai when he was a scrawny boy that was around your age. you had caught a glimpse of him from the corner of your eye while you were out and the sight of him practically hunched over in an alley made you pity him. to you, he simply seemed like a child who had no friends and you were determined to change that.

sure his appearance was a little bit worse than it seemed from a distance - unkempt brown hair, bandages galore, and not to be rude but a rather weird taste in clothes, i mean what sort of child wore a full on suit - but you weren't to be deterred. you managed to slip away from any company you had and made your way over to the sketchy boy. some people may say you had absolutely zero spacial awareness but you had a feeling. he was a lonely child and you could sense no form of danger.

your cheery voice called out to him and he spun heel. it was a voice that really contrasted the cold, mocking words he'd hear on the day and so to say he was shocked would be accurate. he merely wished for a little while to himself. some time away from the horrors that awaited him back in the dreaded, looming building that was the port mafia base. sure an alleyway wasn't exactly a contrast but it was better than any stuffy room with the same brick. he didn't really expect anyone to notice him, or if they did they'd have more public awareness and choose not to disturb him. so seeing someone that willingly actually came and over to talk to him, left him surprised - he could've guessed if anyone did it would be a child that seemed to be his age maybe younger.

you would come to learn his off-putting appearance really wasn't a problem it was his off-putting attitude. when you first tried to introduce yourself or even get some kind of conversation out of the boy, you were just met with a cold hard silence as he stared you down. his gaze sort of made you feel small despite him seemingly being around the same age as you, maybe attempting to talk to him was a mistake. however if chhildren were known for one thing it would be a rather oblivious and joyfull nature which paired with you're unrelenting attitude would mean you eventually would earn a disinterested sigh and for the boy to finally stop glaring at you and ask you in a flat tone what you wanted.

you didn't really want to come off as rude, so in the nicest way possible you told him how you thought he looked so lonely and you wanted to change that.

dazai didn't take it as a nice senitiment. he instead took it as pity and he didn't want pity from someone like you. why you were so insistent on talking with him? it was now clear as day to him that you clearly had no sense of danger if you were talking to someone like him in an alley. he wanted to walk away anf leave, he truly had no business being with you but for some reason his body was betraying him. his legs stayed firmly rooted to the spot as you continued to try and strike conversation with him - to which he would eventually cave to. it wasn't much but to you it was an absolute triumph.

he would answer you witha few huffs or sighs and the most that you got out of him verbally was a command to leave him alone and after he spat those words out he finally got himself to turn and leave. you were slightly offended by his attitude but decided to not let it get the best of you, afterall he was a very weird boy in an alleyway - maybe it would've been weirder if he was nice. you decided then and there that if you ever saw him again you'd give him a piece of your mind. and you kept that promise. as not even a week later you found the strange boy and did exactly that. dazai still couldn't understand why he didn't just leave and instead still let you complain at him.

your second encounter with him wasn't much different from it's predecessor. you carried out a very one sided conversation with him - after you complained at him. and eventually he turned cold again, as if he was finally registering that he couldn't indulge in such encounters, before leaving. by the time you saw him a third time, it no longer seemed like a coincidental meeting as each time he was rooted to the exact same spot always looking like he was expecting you - if you ever brought any of that up he'd leave immediately but still show up again another time.

he reminded you of a stubborn cat, perhaps it would be too cruel to refer to the boy as a scrawy stray cat that took the affection he could tolerate before leaving again - now that you thought about you still didn't know his name. you had met him each week in the exact same spot about four times now and you still didn't know his name. it would be the fifth time, after you realised, where you finally pressed him for his name. he seemed hesitant to tell you at first but he very quickly said his name a bit quieter than you would've liked but you still caught it.

it was around the seventh meeting where you started designating him nicknames. you felt weirdly close to dazai after seven weeks of talking to him. sure if you told anyone else they probably would think he was some sort of imaginaring friend or be concerned that you were going insane and judge you but you could feel something between you and him. you knew very well it was one sided but you had hopes he too would eventually see you as a friend and make it less awkward for you - the same way all your conversations were practically one sided.

whenever you met with dazai, you'd tell him all about your day and any new ideas or thoughts you had/created. it may seem weird or a little bit crrepy that he liked listening to you but it made him feel normal. despite being roughly the same age you were so different to him. you lived a life of an actual child and you had a more nurturing upbringing than he had. so him hearing about your life made him imagine himself alongside it, he could imagine having the life you had and that made him feel happy.

he would listen diligently to your stories and day to day happenings and even made mental notes of anything that interested him so he could have a follow up next week. gradually, week by week he became less standoffish and eventually wouldn't always leave with a harsh tone. instead he started visibly lighting up if you called him your friend - much like a curious cat in your opinion.

and after experiencing almost all his harsh words and nature you still couldn't believe how he cut you off. dazai never told you about his life and you never really minded but you guess you probably should of taken that as a warning. you had no clue what kind of life he had and if anything by the fact you met him in an alley, it probably wasn't good. he didn't tell you he became a mafia executive and he had no plans on doing so, instead he planned to cut you off.

originally he just planned to disappear and so he started skipping weeks of seeing you but he really should've just stopped showing up. each and every time you saw him after a longer time of not seeing him, he would see the way your eyes visibly lit up and you always managed to coax him to stay and talk. but then he really started disappearing and became colder again, you hated it as he always dismissed any questions and it made you rather annoyed. you thought he'd atleast give you a reason but no, maybe that was too kind of an assumption. you felt bad about no longer being excited to see him but you always dismissed those feelings when you were reminded of how he now treated you.

so it didn't exactly surprise you when he stopped showing up. it had been atleast a month and you finally accepted you wouldn't see him again. it saddened you but you tried to not let it get to you especially after finding the note. you originally glossed over the scrumpled ball of paper on the floor where he normally stood, mere trash was all you thought it was but when you accidentally kicked it you saw splotches of ink and felt compelled to open it up.

you weren't surprised by it's contents in any way shape or form, if anything it stung slightly and made a bitter anger bubble inside of you. he clearly hadn't put a single thought into it and probably only did it as some sort of final show of how little the time he spent with you ment to him. the scrumpled piece of papersome tears in some places and had lazy, half finsihed strokes of ink on it that barely made out the message -

'don't look for me, my time is precious and needed somewhere more important and necessary'

and at the bottom was a scribble with a million lines through it. the name clearly crossed out but you knew. you thought you atleast deserved the decency of a signed note. sure it hurt you but if you were being honest you tried preparing yourself for this ever since he started not showing up.

dazai had always been half torn between writing you that note or actually having the confidence to face you in person and tell you. unfortunately, his deciding factor was chuuya. to him chuuya was much more useful to him, someone he saw himself actually getting along with instead of you - the lowly civillian that somehow managed to keep him meeting up with you. and so eventually he felt barely any remorse for not saying goodbye properly and he even considered scrapping the note but he thought you deserved some kind of finalality - he reckoned you'd still wait for him otherwise. and while he spent a lot of his time on missions with chuuya, his mind would still sometimes drift to you but never for too long. he didn't care that much. right?

you hadn't seen dazai for the rest of your childhood. you eventually came to not care in the slightest, some childhood friends leave along the way and that was inevitable and so you didn't think about what you could've done for him to change on you so suddenly. instead you focused on everyone and everything else in your life that actually made you feel happy. however your word's would contradict yourself when you still held onto the note. you didn't know why and you never thought about it too much.

however what you hadn't known was that dazai had come a long way and actually grew as a person. he would openly admit to himself that he wasn't exactly a welcoming or polite child, he was a menace who hurt those around him - fitting for the 'demon prodigy'. he could blame the mafia all he wabted but he knew it all come down to him at the end of the day.

his time in hiding after leaving the mafia did give him time to reflect on the people he hurt as a child. from those he didn't even know the names of, to those that he was actually close to. he was fully aware of his actions and it pained him knowing it toom the death of a very, very dear friend for him to realise this. how many people would he have to lose to become a better person? he still held very brief memories of you but only negative ones. he could remember how harsh he was, how dismissive he was of you, all because he didn't want to admit he enjoyed your presence.

somewhere along the line he would start to wonder if you'd ever get the chance to meet him now. working at the agency had made him realise many things and he was confident he was only going to keep growing as a better person. sure he was still far from perfect but atleast the him now wouldn't be as scummy and cowardly to leave a rather harsh note to stop you talking to him because he found someone else - he realises now you weren't some means of disposable company. if you had seen how much he had grown would you wantbto talk to him again? was it too out there for him to wish that he could make it right, to apologise properly? and the answer would be yes.

you still lived in yokohama and part of you used to worry about meeting dazai randomly in the streets but now you realise how silly that was. you never actually ever saw him after you found that letter, it was really like he vanished into thin air. he thought it was the luckiest day of his life when he spotted you in the distance. you obviously had grown older and looked slightly different but he could tell it was you and he wasn't going to let this chance go.

you felt the opposite. you thought it was the worst day when you heard someone call out to you just to turn around and see it was dazai. rather ironic in your eyes. again, obviously older but how could you really forget those brown locks and he still adorned bandages - less but still. after all these years you finally came face to face with the man who, as a child, was rather ruthless in cutting you off. not having the deceny to make it a smooth let down and you really couldn't imagine that kind of denial from someone that young.

you could tell he had a lot to say and based on his opening sentence you knew it would be an apology. unfortunately for him you didn't want an apology. you were over him as a friend and you didn't want to go back to being friends after all these years. some may call you petty but you thought it was justified. but he couldn't tell and all he could think about was finally telling you how much he thought about you lately, how much he felt he wronged you and if you would ever consider befriending him- your voice broke his thoughts and words. you told him point blank you didn't care anymore and he shouldn't either. it was time for him to let go aswell and realise you should stay in his murky past.

you wouldn't let the dejected look ln his face trick you as you simply told him that the past was the past and that was where he would stay. you advised him to do the same. it would be rather unhealthy for the both of you to continue a friendship from all those years ago that went so wrong. it didn't matter to you how much he changed and now you just wanted to get along with your life.

for the first time in ages, dazai really couldn't understand. after all these years he finally had the chance to set things right but he now knew that was too much to ask for. now he had to watch you walk away from him like he did to you all those years ago. except you had the decency to actually tell him in person.

#🫛anon↩ #x reader #x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd x you #bsd dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai x you

[wintertime-in-june]

Colonel's Punishment

Colonel!König x NewRecruit!Reader

MDNI 18+

You stand to attention, waiting, as the two Lieutenants go about their uniform checks.

One stands before you, hands on her hips, looking you up and down.

"Regulation bra?"

"No bra."

She notes to herself, brow furrowed, clearly displeased. Despite this, a wicked glint was clear in her eyes as she proceeded with the check.

"Underwear?"

She leant forward pulling your waist band and looking down.

She tuts seeing the deep red panties you wore... clearly not to code.

She let the waist band snap back, noting down this further violation.

You let out a little huff knowing you were going to get scolded... or worse.

The Lieutenants seemed to have it out for you since day one... and it was only day two. Making snide remarks about your gender, your looks, just waiting for your to slip up... so much for girls supporting girls.

They were practically begging for any reason to...

"Send her to the Colonel."

The other woman replied to the one checking your uniform as they discussed with great fervour how you would be punished.

What a couple of sadists, you thought to yourself, biting the inside of your cheek and huffing. One tapped away on her device, clearly notifying the Colonel that a mischievous recruit was being sent over, the other stood with her arms folded, a look of triumph on her face.

From their experience the Colonel had no time for young recruits, he didn't like to be disturbed and hence, gave the most brutal of punishments. In their own formative training, they both had suffered the agonisingly long workouts the Colonel doled out... Time to repay the favour they thought, sending you, the only female recruit in the cohort to face his wrath.

You were going to be put in your place.

As you walked through the empty corridors, your combat boots squeaking beneath you, you couldn't help but feel a little scared.

You'd heard stories of the Colonel... none of them good, they all involved the words killing machine or ended with a recruit crying so hard they threw up, what a lovely sentiment.

Your brow furrowed slightly as you glowered, looked at the ground as you trudged along. What a couple of bitches you thought to yourself, these Lieutenants definitely had some sort of made up problem with you if they'd sent you here on your second day at base, literally your first day of training.

You stood in front of the Colonel's office, your arm noticeably shaking as you held it up and knocked on the door.

A few seconds passed, no reply, a few more, nothing, then...

"Ja."

You heard his voice, you jumped a little, startled despite it being natural that he was in fact in his own office.

Does this mean you should come in? You didn't know, so you turned the nob slowly, tentatively pushing the door open and peeking you head in.

You saw him, sat at his desk, he didn't look up, he merely lifted his hand beckoning you in.

Your heart was beating even quicker now, perhaps you should have just sucked it up and worn the uncomfortable undergarments.

Realising you had been frozen for quite some seconds you scurried in, carefully closing the door behind you.

You stood in front of his desk as he finished writing his sentence, putting his pen down and looking up.

He picked up his phone, re-checking the message that had been sent to him as he stood up and walked to the front of his desk.

He leant back on the desk before placing the phone down and crossing his arms.

Your eyes travelled up and up, slowly until they met his piercing blue ones, peaking through his hood.

You gulped. He's tall, taller than you knew. You had seen him on the first day, up on the staging with the other commanding officers but nothing could have prepared you for the sheer towering presence this man truly gave off.

He smirked under his mask, unbeknownst to you. When the Lieutenants had said they were sending over a rule breaking recruit he certainly hadn't expected you to walk into his office.

To put it frankly you looked like you wouldn't hurt a fly, like you couldn't hurt a fly, like the fly would hurt you.

He had re-read the text just to check. You hadn't punched someone, you hadn't stolen a weapon, you hadn't even disrespected a higher up, you had simply broken the dress code. How amusing that they would bother the Colonel with something so insignificant.

Perhaps it was the Lieutenants he should be having a word with over wasting Colonel's time but alas you were here.

He scanned you body, it was small but then again anything is to him, it was frail, the way you stood there was just... delicious. Practically quaking as you waited, so unsure of yourself, eyes shinning, fucking adorable.

"So Kleiner, do you know why you have been sent to my office?"

He wanted to play with you a little, make you scared.

"I violated the dress code, sir." You reply in a quiet voice.

He smiles a little under his mask, heart clenching, your voice, so fucking cute he thought to himself.

"Ja, I see, no bra?"

He leaned forward a little with his question, his immense stature still looming over you forebodingly. You couldn't help but look down, shying away.

You have a small nod of your head.

"And your panties?"

He leaned forward a little uncrossing his arms and beckoning you with his finger.

"You show me."

You pout a little as you pull down your waist band slightly, showing him the red from your underwear. Clearly not the regulation white ones.

"Ah, yes, I see, ze red ones, very cute."

He teases, leaning back against the desk and re crossing his arms.

You can't help but blush a bit.

He felt his dick twitch in his pants at the sight of your underwear, you are just so precious.

"They're comfier." You reply in a whisper.

He chuckles at your response, muttering an "I'm sure they are" as he headed back to the other side of his desk.

"Now your Lieutenants have recommended that I send you on the 'twenty, thirty, fifty'."

You tilt your head questioningly, he sees your lack of understanding.

"It is twenty pull ups, thirty push ups and fifty laps followed by an afternoon of hard labour."

You bite your lip in nervousness, you couldn't do that, even if you wanted to... Your mind began to wander as worry consumed your thoughts.

That was until you heard a low chuckle.

"...but, look at you!"

You look up to the Colonel, surprised by his laughter, before looking down at yourself.

What did he mean? What was wrong with you? Your brow furrowed.

"Süß." He mused. You didn't know what he was saying, but you could only assume the worst.

"So ein schwaches, kleines, unschuldiges ding, damit ich zerbreche."

You gulp as you stand and wait. Your knees are shaking, does he notice? You hope he doesn't notice.

He lifted up his hand, beckoning you over with two fingers. You oblige, stepping towards him and meeting him on his side of the desk.

"Now Kleiner Rekrut, I will not make you do that punishment."

You can't help but let out a breath of relief, premature given what was to come next.

"Take down your pants. You will be punished the old fashioned way."

Your eyes widen, oh no, this is so embarrassing you thought to yourself as you stood there like a rabbit in headlights.

You didn't move, you didn't even speak, you just stood.

He let out a sigh, turning his chair to you before latching his large hands onto the waist band of your pants, tugging them down in a few large pulls, your underwear remaining up.

You let out a little gasp as his hands landed on your waist before hoisting you up and onto his lap in one swift motion as if you weighed nothing.

Your front was now lying on his legs, ass poking up. You moved your hands to cover your face. Fuck, this was so embarrassing. Day two and you were going to be spanked by your Colonel...

Your legs dangled helplessly as he held you in place.

He pulled your panties up slightly, exposing more of your soft, supple, flesh. So delicate, so tangible, right in front of König for him to touch.

He couldn't help but lick his lips. He loved this, he was relishing in the moment, he thought it could not get any better...

*Smack*

You let out a gasp of shock as he spanked you, his large calloused hand brought down onto your soft ass.

He felt his dick harden fully, immediately. Why did you have to be so adorable little mouse?

The jiggle when he lifted his hand made him suck in a sharp breath.

He brought his hand down again, another smack reverberating off the walls of his office and eliciting a whimper from you.

This time he kept his hand on your ass, massaging it a little after the smack, a pink hue forming along with his large handprints.

Again and again he spanked you, soon your whimpers turned to small moans that you tried to muffle with your hands out of embarrassment.

You heard a tut followed by a low chuckle as König massaged your ass after another harsh smack.

That's why you felt his fingers wander from your ass to the small wet patch that had begun to form on your underwear.

"Oh, little Maus... do you like your punishment?"

He pushed his finger against the wet spot, smiling sadistically under his hood. You whimper as he did so, trying to wiggle away but only making his contact more intense.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Colonel." You cry out in a little whimper.

Without warning he lifted your hips slightly with one hand before pulling down the red panties you adorned, revealing your sopping wet cunt.

You felt him rut his hips upwards, hardly able to control himself. Having a little recruit sprawled over his lap, their sticky, little pussy on display, it was too much for a man like him to bear. He'd never seen one before... well, not in person, he'd seen plenty in porn, that was for sure, but never one as perfect as this.

Without thinking he pushes one of his thick digits into your tight hole, you let out a little moan, his cock twitching in his pants.

"Scheiße." He practically growls, feeling your tight, gummy walls gripping him.

He began to pump his finger in and out, watching carefully as you sucked him back in, clenching down when he hit that sweet spot deep inside of you.

You couldn't help the moans that spilled from your lips, his finger are thick, thicker than your own pathetic little ones that couldn't even hit the spot, he did it with ease.

His eyes glazed over as he thought, if this is how you squeeze just one finger, imagine you taking his thick cock. He wanted to put another finger in, just to see something closer to the size of his cock but he knew you could not handle it, not yet anyway.

He curled his finger slightly causing you to squeal, arching your back into him shamefully.

"C-Colonel." You stuttered out breathlessly, scared of what was to come.

His pace only increased as he plunged his large finger in and out of you, lewd squelching noises sounding like music to his ears as they mingled with your mewls.

His thigh grinded against your clit, unintentionally, adding to the building knot in your abdomen.

He let out a groan as his own hips rutted against you slightly, his pace on your poor pussy unrelenting.

With a string of high pitched moans, your little hole clenched around his digit, slick spilling out onto his already soaked hand.

As you rode out your high, grinding down a little on his thigh, he groaned, thick white ropes staining the inside of his boxers.

"I-I'm so sorry Colonel, so sorry." You cried a little as the realisation of what had just happened set in.

You had just cummed on your Colonel's hand, during your supposed punishment.

He gently pumped his finger in and out of your hole, despite your orgasm passing, wanting to feel the sweet pulsations. Easily gliding in and out with your slippy arousal, man how he wished this was his cock, although he knew there would be more push back with something so significantly larger.

He inserts his finger one last time curling into that gummy spot that made your back arch, causing you to wiggle.

"Would you say, you've learnt your lesson little maus?"

"Y-yes sir." You stuttered out through shaking breaths.

"Gut." He removed his fingers, allowing you to wiggle from his lap, helping you down and to stand up straight with his other hand.

As you began to pull up your pants he stopped you.

"A- a- a, give me those. They are confiscated." He said sternly, putting his hand out for your wet, little red panties.

You pursed your lips, taking off your trousers and removing your underwear, balling them up and placing them in his outstretched hand.

As you pulled your uniform back on, he wiped your juices from his hand onto the soft material. He was definitely going to have some fun with these later...

You blushed a deeper red at the thought of the Colonel keeping your underwear.

You turned to face him, waiting for his orders, should you go back to training? You should probably stop by your dorm first and get some new underwear...

"Come here." He beckoned you over once more.

You took the step towards him and he spun you round by your hips. He then pulled your cargo pants down to just below your plush ass, red and pink from his hand prints.

"You're going to be a good girl now." He said squeezing your butt with his two hands, leaning forward and placing kisses over the sore flesh.

You wanted to hide from embarrassment, but you couldn't deny the wetness dripping from your hole as he played with your ass.

"Yes Colonel."

"Gut, gut. I kiss you better, now you may go back to training." He said pulling your pants back up and placing a final smack on your ass.

You brought your hands to your face in embarrassment, trying to cover the blush unsuccessfully.

"Yes sir." You managed barely above a whisper.

As you went to turn the nob to his office door he spoke once more.

"Maus, I think it's best we keep your little punishment between you and me." He smiled under his mask. "Wouldn't want the other recruits to know I was going easy on you, ja?"

You nod, giving him a small coy smile as you exit the room.

...maybe you should get in trouble more often.

Rough Translations:

Kleiner: Little one

Süß: Cute

So ein schwaches, kleines, unschuldiges ding, damit ich zerbreche: Such a weak, little innocent thing for me to break.

#WinterTime #konig x reader #konig x y/n #konig x you #könig x reader #könig x y/n #könig x you #könig smut #konig call of duty #konig cod #könig cod #cod konig #könig call of duty #könig #konig smut #konig modern warfare #konig mw2 #könig mw2

[stickyspeckledlight]

Despite Everything, You Still Exist [Yan!Aventurine x Reader]

The short moments when the world remembers you. Hypothetical HSR voice lines based on Sunrise, Sunset, My Destroyed Body In the Onset. Can be read as standalone, though.

Notes: Lol I had some thoughts and doing this right now will mitigate my uncontrollable hype for when 2.1 is out later tonight. (From the future: lol 2.1 is out now ahaha)

Ao3

The air rings with the sound of cranking slots, spinning roulette, fallen chips, and spilled cards. Some visit for reasons outside the sound; the bar's happy hour, a good meal at the buffet, and the venue where musicians of middling to great renown play. They merely chatter amongst themselves, occasionally sparing a look to the many games at play, perhaps spending a few credits if they want to test their luck. But the ones of note are always the ones playing the game. For some, the sound of a shuffling deck of cards is as familiar as the back of their hand, and they cannot stand to be away from it for more than a day lest they live with the emptiness of their soul. Some have already accomplished much, do not know what they want anymore, and are just here to pass the time. Some are fools, believing they can strike a fortune and climb to the heavens. They feel the most, celebrating triumph and wallowing in despair alike.

But those who stand out most are those who decide to test their luck knowing of destiny's inherent unjustness.

Chat: Limits

"Most people do all they can to live within their limits. Whether it be maintaining their mundane routine, keeping to themselves, or turning away from things that pose too much risk to them. When most reach their limit, they tend to completely shut down, and give up—they dread that risk. What most people don’t realize though is that in breaking limits, you go beyond them. My friend, if you ever see someone reach their limit...pushing them past it will yield something truly special or, if you’re lucky, a destructive yet breathtaking beauty."

Chat: Lovely Things

“What do I like? Trying to gauge my weaknesses now are we? …oh? You just want to get me something out of the sheer goodness of your heart? Aw, you’re too sweet; my friend, we’ve already established such a great bond, you and I, so there is no need to exchange gifts between us! And, gift giving always does bring about jealousy; you wouldn’t want to incite that, would you? Besides, I doubt you could gift me anything lovelier than I already have.

Chat: Change

“Change is a wonderful thing! It keeps things from getting stale and predictable and is the prime ingredient for anything unexpected. Change doesn’t necessarily mean massive shifts like how most people envision, and I wholeheartedly believe one’s own self can remain consistent even with change. Speaking of changes to one’s self…heh, no matter how happy they may be as and with their changed self, a part of them will always mourn the person they used to be…even if the person of old runs counter to their changed self. Hm? A distant look in my eye? Nonsense, my friend! Just think of this as some helpful advice, free of charge. I do hope you’ll be able to put it to practice—I think we’d both hate if I were disappointed, after all.”

Casinos are ultimately reprieve, but eventually, one must return to their obligations. One can’t gamble without money, and money must be made from working. Work comes in many different forms—some work aims to increase other’s gains, some to increase its own, others to retrieve the money which is owed. These individuals are not so hard to find at the casino—like moths to a flame they aim to win with the wealth accrued by another, only to find themselves stripped of it unwittingly. It is easy to rig the game when the opponent believes they are the master. Chat: Interesting People

“My work takes me all over the place, so I get a lot of opportunities to meet all sorts of people! Granted, it’s my work that also causes a lot of meetings to not be on especially amicable terms too. And some of the people I have to deal with are…well, there’s a reason I keep a pistol with me. The best meetings though are when you’re off the clock and free to just wander about! Souvenir shopping, trying out local cuisines and experiencing its culture can be pretty nice, and it’s when me and Numby are just out and about where we meet many. I’m sure you Astral Expressers can relate to that. But, as with all things, some particularly stand out even when you don’t expect. Like, a little while ago, I finally finished a project—a big one that had some of us Stonehearts coming together—and I met this rather pleasant individual. Nice, polite, and their sense of humor wasn’t half bad; even gave me some pastries they made! A short but sweet conversation. But…there was just something…off, about them. My instincts are pretty good when it comes to these sort of things; it’s like…they were keeping themselves at a weird distance. Even though I deal with that a ton during negotiations, this time it just felt odd in a particular way, yet quite uncomfortably familiar. But it was after we said our goodbyes and I saw them again. I don’t know what happened, but then I saw the expression on their face, and…I know what that odd feeling is now. Maybe I should reach out, that guy isn’t exactly…o-oh, sorry! I got a little carried away, didn’t I? And I did sort of lead you on with starting things so lightheartedly…here, why don’t I make it up to you? A few Aetherium Wars booster packs, maybe?”

How do people lose money like this, though? Many go into the casino with the belief it is fair and just, not understanding just how rigged the game is. “Shed any and all illusions of outwitting the system,” one is told, left with nothing when they could not draw an ace of spades.

They are here because for many reasons: circumstance, unfortunate luck and their own hubris. And in that last reason lies the penultimate behind their misfortune: ignorance.

Chat: Willful Ignorance

“Ignorance is a horrid malady, but like all forms of malaise there are multiple variations. The most common is unwillful—what most think of when thinking of ignorance. Cures differ from individual to individual of course, but they tend to be the most simple affair; simple pedagogy does wonders in establishing a baseline knowledge, and for matters of great specificity or those already with baseline knowledge, a few thorough lectures are the ultimate vaccine. Willful ignorance, however, is a much different matter. Its cause is not rooted in the absence of knowledge, but of cognitive dissonance—you find it especially amongst those who have aged, already set in their ways and unwilling to engage with anything to broaden their horizons. For this, treatment must be thorough and harsh; it cannot be absolved without stripping down a patient’s worldview, lens, and grip of reality. But this is not the most vexing form. The hardest ignorance to cure is the one taken on fully aware, knowing it is false and knowing of its folly but nevertheless live by it; you look confused, so I’ll put it in simpler terms: a patient who isn’t ignorant, far from it even, but still lives their life as if they were. Curing this places patients in a rather volatile state. This ignorance is often the patient’s way of coping with a situation, when they’ve exhausted all other forms of protection. …But, I am a scholar. Advancements are not made by talking, it is through action, and eventually, I will be the one to make it. …I simply hope I can make it in time.”

But nothing lasts forever. The patrons return home, drunk or penniless, and the sound drowns out. Staff emerge from their shadows and silently do their part in crafting the honey trap, but even they must leave, and the lights are shut.

#yandere #yandere hsr #yandere aventurine #Topaz #Dr Ratio #hsr dr ratio #dr veritas ratio #veritas ratio #dr ratio hsr #hsr aventurine #hsr topaz #topaz hsr #honkai star rail #Destroyed Onset #Yandere aventurine x reader

[princesssmars]

a royal affair

after their trumph against the crone and a long journey home, jade and kit return to a bustling kingdom and a tense relationship. little do they know the answer to their problems lies in a foreign princess.

wc : 6.096

contains : sfw and nsfw content. takes place after the season ends. dont ask me how they got back idfk. fxfxf poly relationship. kit and jade mutually start to like reader so no cheating. slight jealousy later but all resolved. reader is a fem!princess. skin color not described. reader is described as having hair. reader wears dresses and pants. arranged marriage but it ends well promise. nsfw includes kissing, oral, and penetrative sex. a strap on because i like em. switch reader, switch jade, dom kit bc i think its be cool if she was a freak idfk.

a/n : i need to be neutered. disney bring willow back or i send b0mb. kingdom name generator sucks so yes ur kingdom is one from skyrim. enjoy.

it was over. it was finally over.

after a few months on the road fighting for their lives, discovering lost and painful secrets, and facing an ancient evil and actually surviving, the group from tir asleen were so glad to return home.

and none of the group were as thankful to return home as kit. sure when she got back she'd have to explain to the king of a neighboring country that his son, her fiancée, had died suddenly at the hands of the crone, and she'd have to deal with her best friend who was now more than that who was a member by birth of a clan she and her people previously thought were barbarians, and don't get her started on the whole thing with her dad actually still being alive.

but on that first night back as she takes a two hour long bath and flops onto her bed, she realized it was all so worth it.

when they returned it was nothing short of chaos. at that point a good portion of the people had thought the group had perished on the road, either due to the harsh climates, thieves, or probably just their own poor judgements and inexperience. but the kingdom had collectively lifted in spirits when the new heroes of tir asleen returned, victorious against a great evil and bringing back their beloved prince.

(the news about the whole giant evil wyrm thing was kept under wraps as to "not disturb this long needed sense of peace", as said by queen sorsha herself, who was surprised but not rejecting when as soon as they returned both of her twins slumped into her arms and gave her a giant warm hug.)

this so called sense of peace brought more changes than they expected. it was almost like the realm was revitalized, the daikinis expanding their reach and the nelwyns trusting willow enough when he suggested that they stop living in darkness and start rebuilding their community.

it was really nice, for most people to not be so afraid all of the time. but kit couldn’t truly revel in the shared joy of the people. not when she knew what she had learned out there.

that jade was a bone-reaver. that she had a sister and a whole community waiting back for her in the wilderness, and soon she would have to make a decision if she would stay here, with kit and the people who technically had stolen her from her family but she had nevertheless grown to love, or back with the reavers to build a connection with people who would welcome her with open arms.

every day between the two was tense. those romantic feelings were still there, obvious between the gazes in hallways and the frantic make outs in the dead of night in each others beds. but there was a weight, a sinking feeling in the both of their stomachs after each shared moment. the knowledge that one day this might end.

a few weeks into their return they don’t get much time to feel on it, as queen sorsha is alerted that two kingdoms from the north and the east have heard of the kingdoms triumphs and would like to visit to form alliances. kits a bit shocked that her mother seems so open to the idea, but figured anything would be better than her focusing on the threat of the wyrm and what will come of the shaken galladoorn king.

the preparation is a whirlwind, workers of the castle working day and night to get ready for the stay of distant royalty. whenever she’d stop by the kitchens to sneak away a snack it was as busy as she’d ever seen it, her favorite cook margaret always rushing her out before she could get a pastry.

kit had to admit she was wary about visitors. it’s not like a journey akin to the one she went on made for a perfect tale of random hospitality when it came to new people.

nevertheless, the time for the royals banquet came in the blink of an eye. she had spent a great deal of the day letting her lady’s maids get her read, taking a bath after an early morning air with jade, fixing her tousled hair and putting her in a classy yet breathable dress.

when she finally does get to the feast, she’s surprised by how much fun she actually has. a few lower ranking royals and warrior had coke from each kingdom, and spent the night telling stories from their pasts and some even reenacting them for the queen. kit swore she even saw her mother laugh at one of the stories, something about a stupid man falling head over heels for a woman who hated his guts.

kit was nothing but enthralled by the important guest of the evening. the royal family of the eastern kingdom, maelstrom, were a collection of tough looking people hardened by battles and a love for fighting. despite thinking they would be a family of scary hard asses, they had come bearing a multitude of gifts, the king constantly wearing a smile on his face as he was ecstatic to meet the legendary warrior turned queen sorsha.

and then there were the others. the royal family of winterhold, were a small family but carried a regal and powerful air about them. before eating the first course a noble guard had told her and jade some things about them, like how the family were known for being gracious but ruling with an iron fist. they had trampled many threats, people regularly mistaking their beautiful appearances for weakness.

and the princess of tir asleen had to admit she was guilty of the same thing. for the first hour she frequently catches the eye of a girl she’s never seen before from across the room. she can tell she’s an important person from the north, seen by her intricate hairstyle and the furs of her dress. every time you lock eyes you send her a little smile and she quickly turns her head away to avoid you.

she would feel guilty if a little while later when looking for jade who had wandered off she didn’t catch the both of you in the midst of conversation, jades sword in your hands as you admire the craftsmanship.

“it really is a beautiful weapon, jade. i’d love to see you use it in action, i’m sure you’re more than proficient with it.” kit listens to your conversation as she walks up behind the two of you, noticing how close you stand next to her knight.

“i don’t know how appropriate it would be for me to train in front of a visiting royal, but i’m sure i could pull some strings.“ jades head bows and tilts to yours, a sign kit recognizes as the red head being bashful. she doesn’t like how it makes her feel.

almost like you have a sixth sense you turn towards the princess, the quickness of it and your face being so close to hers throwing her off a bit.

“your highness, we finally meet. your companion here was just regaling me with the tale of your adventure and defeat of the crone. i have to admit im more than impressed.”

“it’s nice to meet you princess. i’m glad you’re warming up to us here. if you don’t mind, i’d like to talk to my close friend here. alone.”

“kit!” jade hissed, hoping you don’t take her partners words in the wrong way. but all you did was smile, bidding the two girls a good night and that you looked forward to seeing them later.

(jade wouldn’t admit that she thought jealousy was a rather cute look on the girl, especially later that night when the princess was moving like a woman starved to remove her clothing, staring at her body like she was going to tear her apart. she would let a little jealousy slide then.)

before the pair went to sleep jade decided to bring it up, not wanting the two them to go to sleep with any grudges or things left unsaid. it didn’t take much for kit to admit her feelings at the encounter she had with the foreign princess, but it did shock her when jade thought it was alright since she caught kit staring at you. a lot.

the next few days are now tense for a completely different reason. there is a mutual understanding between kit and jade that they both find you attractive, but they agree not to do anything about it in fear of freaking you out and jeopardizing the alliance. they swore to both be on their best behaviors'

but it was pretty damn hard to do so when it seemed like you were flirting with them often. the best example would be on the days that they sparred, you would frequently not be too far away as you watched the both of them with great interest. sometimes it would make one of them fumble, leading to the other to gain an advantage and win the round which always made you laugh before you left.

when it was clear that the two of them were going to keep dancing around whatever this was, you decided to take matters into your own hands. after careful observations you could tell what would attract each of the girls to you.

jade was more open to you after that first meeting. she was dedicated to the crown, although not as much as you would expect, but you could save that question for another day, and if you asked her for help with anything she would dutifully do as you requested. your favorite was asking her to show you some of her moves and attacks, praising her for her skills and what a talented warrior she was.

the warrior had a thing for praise - you realized when you complimented her for her strength after a simple self defense lesson ended up with you on the floor - could this get any better?

kit was a bit harder to crack for you. even with some careful questions and answers from jade, the brunette was still a bit standoffish when it came to you, most likely because you were flirting with her lover in front of her face and then flirted with her back after. but the clear internal battle in her was so intriguing to watch you couldn’t help but feed the flames.

since both of you were the heirs to your kingdoms and your mothers were still negotiating, the two of you spent quite a bit of time together inside the palace. granted most of it was spent in formal settings like meetings, dinners, et cetera. you could tell kit was constantly trying her hardest to be polite, but would sometimes let a sly remark slip through. you’re just glad they were directed at you under her breath; if you’re mother heard any disrespect targeted at you she’d most likely command her soldiers to attack at once.

but you were nothing if not persistent and determined. you would sometimes catch the way kit looked at jade, her pupils dilated and her lips bitten when the knight would stretch or show a sliver of the skin in her stomach. it was almost too easy to grab her attention when you started dressing in more traditional tir asleenian attire, swapping between tight pants to show off your figure or airy dresses with drooping necklines. they were drastically different from the garments from home, most of your clothes having fur and heavy fabrics.

you can still vividly picture the look on kit's face when you passed each other in the halls one morning, her eyes drawn like a magnet to the skin of your neck and the top of your cleavage in your pretty blouse. for added effect, you had worn one of those semi-corsets you'd seen the princess occasionally wearing. partly because you wanted her attention and partly because you thought they were cute.

besides trying to seduce the pair, they eventually became two people who you truly enjoyed being in your company. you were surprised at the leniency queen sorsha gave her children, the twins given free reign over the castle and the villages nearby. kit herself invited you once to join them in, lightly teasing you as for the first time she saw you nervous, scared of getting caught and having to face the wrath of your mother.

but one night it all became so, so worth it. a dark tavern, too much ale, and an off handed comment about how cute you found their not-so-secret relationship led to you three in a cramped rented room in a mix of kisses and tongues and limbs.

you had to admit you were thoroughly surprised by their dynamics in bed. when it came to training you noticed that whatever jade said to kit goes, the princess clearly having a deep affection and respect for the older girl. you would have thought that it would carry over into the bedroom and jade would be pinning kit to the bed, but when the three of you rush into the rented bedroom and kit pins jade's hands above her head you are exceptionally excited.

you sit yourself down on the bed, facing the tangled lovers while you slowly start to undress yourself. when you take off your top and your cloth bra, jade can't help but let out a moan at the feeling of one princess sucking and biting a mark into her neck and one exposing her breasts and smiling at her like a siren. she gets so overwhelmed when she feels kit's eager hand grasp her breath she has to push the girl by the shoulders, tilting her head to bring her attention to you.

now, you had had your fair share of trysts back home, easily able to find girls who had either wanted to experiment or just have one shot with the princess of winterhold. most of the time you had intercourse with girls you'd take on the more dominant role, be it because of the way some girls were inexperienced, some were just submissive at heart, and how you didnt think you enjoyed anything more than seeing pretty girls fall apart under you.

but as you and kit are almost violently fighting for dominance while she kissed you like she was almost insane, you're starting to think that duke's daughter you slept with a year ago who said "you're a control freak in court and it travels down into your sexual life." really was onto something.

you swore the brunette was about to give in, little moans escaping from her lips and her eyes rolling back into her head when you tug her hair to get access to her neck, but you suddenly get the wind knocked out of you when she's flipping you over and pressing you into the bed, your arms suddenly held above your head by jade as kit looks at you with a wild grin.

maybe you can be on the bottom, just this once.

except 'just that once' turned into a whole lot more than once. after that first night of passion and lust it seemed like the three of you couldnt keep your hands off of each other, taking any chance possible to sneak into a room or hidden broom closet to induldge in each other.

while you were able to change thins uo when you were with jade, a simple praise and brush across her neck turning the girl to putty in your arms. you had to be careful, though. once after another unneeded self defense lesson where she had beaten and pinned you in under a minute, one little "god, im so proud of you." led to her nearly humping you like a dog outside on the rocks.

but no matter what you did you still couldnt manage to dominate kit. youd be damning her to the high heavens if it didnt turn you on immensely on she could so quickly reduce you to a whimpering and begging mess.

it got to the point where you were daydreaming about her constantly. when you passed each other in the halls you shivered when her hand brushed against yours and it gave you the muscle memory of her lithe fingers curling and thrusting inside of you, when you were eating together your eyes focused on the movement of her mouth and how you could picture her mouthing at your cunt, or even how when you got the princess and jade tangled up after a spar you got so many ideas how badly you wanted your legs tangled with theirs as you felt your pleasure together.

they were actually driving you crazy. you, the heir of winterhold, fawning over a princess and her ptoector. if those girls back home could see you now they'd cackle.

the three of you werent as sneaky as you would have hoped though.

one night, kit had come to the two of you with a proposition and a package she had acquired, asking if you would like to try it out. jade had opened the package and the way her breathing stopped and eyes enlarged made you think there was actually a rabid wolf inside of the box, but instead she pulls out an object that is long and black and phallic. you’re a little embarrassed to even think of the flutter it starts in your chest.

"i think ill opt out, this once," you nervously squirm in your place. "gods, kit. where did you even get that? ive heard about these but ive never actually seen one."

"aw, are you scared?" kit pinches your shoulder and slightly winces when you do it to her wrist.

jade scoffs at the two of you before telling kit to stop teasing you, assuring you that you didnt have to do anything you didnt want to. gods, she was so sweet to you, always making sure you were comfortable with whatever was happening between the three of you. you just couldn't help yourself when kit was pounding the toy into her, her soft red curls resting on your lap as her big green eyes stared up at you. you could tell that your unmoving gaze on her face and the touch of your hands moving across her face, neck, and chest was not helping in her struggle to keep her noises at bay.

so when your fingers traveled to her breasts and squeezed her nipples, could you really blame yourself for the loud moan that came from her throat? it wasn't exactly your fault she was sensitive. although if it was up to her she would say you definitely knew what you were doing, especially when your fingers trailed down her torso and lightly grazed her clit just at the same moment kit roughly trusted her hips and hit the gooey spot deep inside of her.

looking back, it was only a matter of time until the three of you got caught.

only three days later both of your mothers asked you and kit to join them to a private tea. it wasn't odd for your mother to ask you to tea with her at home, but she hadn't called for you since you arrived in tir asleen. on the way kit had even told you her mother hated tea, and she couldn't recall a time in recent years when the two of them just sat in a room talking to each other without an argument starting.

when you entered the room you could immediately tell something was wrong. first, jade and erik were there; jade was supposed to have a rare day of rest today, and erik was...well, he wasn't often present at important conversations you had come to learn. second, your mother looked on edge. in all your years on earth, you had never seen her show any sign of weakness, the woman learning from a young age that being a ruler of an entire nation meant constantly being guarded. the sight of her being nervous put a sick feeling in your stomach.

"uh, mom? is something going on?" kit took a blunt approach before sitting down on the armchair across from her mother as you did the same. sorsha face looked tense but also a little judgy if you were reading her right.

sorsha raised her hand in a simple gesture and a timid-looking girl wearing a maid uniform came rushing from the corner of the room until she stood behind the sitting queen. you stared at her for a second until the realization hit you like a brick in the face. you never caught her name, but you knew she worked in the hallways surrounding kits room.

"this is moira, one of the new maids who works in the west wing," sorsha begins to explain as the maid in question can't meet your eyes, her eyes staring at her feet. "a few days ago she took the night shift for cleaning some of the floors and heard something quite peculiar coming from your room, kit."

"mom, i can explain-"

"no, kit, we would really like you to not explain." the queen's voiced raised as she quickly cut kit off, the girl's body going rigid beside yours. at this point you were the same, your mom's cold glare making you uncomfortable in your seat.

"although i'm slightly embarrassed at this situation, both because of the nature of it and how fast it seems to be spreading among the staff, queen morwine and i have come up with a proposed solution to this."

as soon as you heard this proposed (more like already decided) idea, for the two of you to get married in the following weeks, you think you blacked out for a few hours. and in hindsight that was horrifying. if there was anything your parents taught you it was to be composed, to be ready for anything at a moment's notice. but to be fair you'd never had to deal with an arranged marriage proposal before.

everything you could remember after it was said was a blur. you could remember kit yelling, obviously opposed to the idea of yet another arranged marriage, at the fact that she thought she had finally managed to finally convince her mother that she deserved the right to choose who she wanted to spend the rest of her life with and had proven she wasn't just a political pawn. even though you agreed with what she was saying, the malice in her voice from even just the idea of marrying you hurt.

jade was in an equal state of shock and only moved from her spot when you stumbled out of the room to the audible disapproval from your mother and rushed down the halls.

before you knew it you had run out of breath and settled on a log by a lake not far from the castle grounds. the sun was setting and there were fireflies out over the water. you could hear frogs croaking. it was nice. peaceful.

the knight gently rested a hand on your shoulder. "are you alright?"

you really didnt know how to answer the question.

"up north all of our lakes are frozen solid. the only time you see the water is when the ice is broken for ice sellers or a fool falls through on a dare that they can walk all the way across. i'd never even seen a fully melted one until we started to journey here," you breathe slowly and rub your hands up your arms, the night chill starting to take an effect. jade sits beside you and her natural warmth makes you feel a little better. "i care about you both, really, i do. but whatever this is has only just started and i...i don't know if I'm ready to give my whole life up for it."

the air goes quiet and the sun sets before she walks you back to your room, pausing outside of the door and taking your hand in hers and pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand.

"i know this will be difficult but just...don't shut us out, please."

you could only give her a smile before you shut the door.

the next two weeks were tense.

sometimes when you were little you'd dream about your wedding, picturing a gorgeous girl waiting for you at the end of a beautiful altar and everything would be big and grand and snowy and perfect.

but now you're in a nation that's hot and filled with people you don't know but you're apparently about to rule over, and your gorgeous girl has been giving you the cold treatment ever since the news broke. you had tried cornering her in the halls, after sparring, even after dinner, but she always found a way to get around you and continue doing whatever the hell she was doing.

she wasn't talking to jade either, which slightly made you feel better because if she was you'd be feeling jealous, left a sour taste in your mouth at how she was shutting both of you out for no reason. one night jade had snuck extremely carefully into your room to bring you some snacks you'd been craving and had told you that the princess was just feeling a mix of betrayal, hurt, and worry all at the same time and wasn't the best at handling her emotions when she was upset.

if there was anything keeping you grounded at that time it was jade. she had to tread carefully so it didn't look like she was choosing sides between the two of you, but she always made sure to be there when you were slipping. one of the royal wedding planners was pressuring you to pick a flower to add to the bouquets that would be used to decorate the ceremony and the one you'd hold as you walked down the aisle, and just when you were on the brink on breaking down and just retreating to you room altogether jade stepped in for you and recommended a mix of your favorite flowers from your homeland and kits, signifying the union of your nations in a small but beautiful way.

and maybe having so much of her attention and still having to see kits stupid but cute upset face whenever she saw the two of you got to your head, because later that night you're sitting with jade by that same lake from a while ago and kissing her like your starving, pulling her closer by the back of her neck while your hips grind into hers like you'll die if you don't get closer to her. a few weeks ago you had all agreed to not leave too visible marks, but when you bite roughly on her collarbone and she pulls you closer by your hips, you don't really think she cares.

which is great for you, because when you walk with jade to drop her off at her training session and kit sees the mark on her skin her reaction is worth every bit of sadness you felt.

the night before your wedding was nice you would admit. there was a banquet with both families and a few dozen others, which gave you a crazy sense of deja vu, and you were able to somewhat enjoy yourself. your younger siblings were teasing you nonstop and some of the more vulgar court members were doing the same in a way that made you slightly uncomfortable, but nothing you hadn't heard before. it'd be made better if your bride-to-be wasn't glaring holes into the side of your head every so often, but you would take what you could get.

once the party has ended and an uncountable amount of people had wished you 'good luck's and 'congratulations'' for the following day, you trek back to your bedroom and decide to wind how with a nice warm bath and some scents a courier had brought from your home. just as you had poured the liquid into the water and sunk into the water, the gentle whoosh of the bathroom door opening and closing has your eyes widening and reaching for the closest thing you could as a weapon when your gaze lands on kit, standing at the door with her arms crossed and staring you down.

"if you don't mind, i'd like to spend my night alone and not with you leering at me while i do it."

"to be fair, its nothing i haven't seen before," she smirks and starts to walk closer to your bath, not being able to avoid you flicking water on her clothes. "this is serious, i want...i need to talk to you."

you can't help but scoff at her words. "oh, you need to talk to me? i wasn't really getting that from the past two weeks of silence and ignoring."

"i know, i get it, and im sorry-"

"that's not enough."

you close your eyes and focus on your breathing, not wanting a fight to start lest anyone hear it through the walls. you can hear the sound of kit's boots moving until they stop at the side of your tub, seeing the girl get on her knees before softly taking your hand and holding it over her heart.

"you're right, its not enough. i acted like a complete and utter dick to you and you didn't deserve it. i was so in my head about the wedding, and my mom and graydon and jade and you, that i shut both of you out when we all should have been with each other. and i swear I'm gonna spend the rest of our dumb married lives making it up to you."

you couldn't help but snort at her while she apologized, able to tell that she truly meant it. it was all just hitting you how much you missed her these past few weeks, how she was always trying to say something humourous to break your 'cold exterior'.

(she thought that joke was hilarious and neither you nor jade had the heart to tell her it was lame.)

"i forgive you, kit. and dont think for a second that im not going to hold you to that promise." you brought a hand up to sweep some hair away from her face, chuckling when she lightly tries to shake off the water your fingers left.

she looks at you so fondly before giving you a light kiss on your lips. but blame it one the faint traces of alcohol still in your system, or the low lighting of the bathroom, or just the sensitivity from opening up to each other, but the kiss quickly turns heated before you're both hurriedly rushing to remove her clothing before she's joining you in the bath, the both of you giggling as water sloshes on the ground and you nearly cackle when you see kits giant little toy below her hips.

"were you planning this? you expected me to forgive you as easily as i did?"

"no, but. a princess is always prepared."

luckily no loud noises were heard in the hallway (where jade happened to be standing outside of your bedroom door for both protection and assurance for kit), even though it took biting your lip until you thought it would bleed before kit took some pity on you before she manuevered your body to take you from behind, covering your mouth with her hand as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

once your high hits you with what feels like the power of a hundred stars, the girl carefully lifts you from the cold water and helps you dry off before leading you to lie down on your bed, where jade waits in the middle after assuring you all helpers on the night shift didn't come near your room out of respect or privacy.

you laid in between the two girls, jade in front of you and kit behind you as they snuggled into you and held hands across your waist. they whispered sweet words in the darkness of the room, promising each other that they wouldn't let this get in the way of their previous relationship, that they hoped to build a great life with you by their side, and that they couldn't wait to spend the rest of their lives with you.

you fell asleep dreaming of a white wedding in spring. you really enjoyed it.

when you woke up the two of them had already left to get ready for the wedding, as a handful of lady's maids came in to prepare you for the day. you were thankful they ignored how worn out you looked as they helped you to take another bath and do up your hair.

if there was one thing you loved most it was your dress. it was a traditional but gorgeous dress from your homeland, and you were glad your mother insisted on it being made exactly the way you had envisioned. she might have forced you into a marriage but she'd be damned if you didn't look exactly how you had always dreamed.

the preparation was over in what felt like a second, and before you knew it you were walking down the aisle. the renovated dining hall was ethereal, decorated in a combination of white and purples and blues and pinks and greens. winter meets spring.

regret was seeping into you for picking jade to be your maid of honor because seeing her stand across from kit makes you feel so nervous and sick and in love that you want to just turn around and take a breather for a few hours.

the vows arent long and once you give her a quick kiss it doesn't fully register in your mind that the two of you are actually married now. but it does feel different. like there's a new gravity to your relationship that wasn't there before that both terrifies and excites you.

the reception is lovely as well. compared to last night there are less inappropriate jokes and more genuine well-wishes for the two of you and what this marriage will do for both kingdoms.

the mention of your home would make your mouth twitch. you were starting to become truly happy here, but you would always miss winterhold.

after the food was served and some forms of entertainment were performing for the crown, your mother pulled you aside to talk. at this point, you hadn't talked to her in a few weeks, safe for required details about the wedding or basic pleasantries.

"i understand you're upset with me, and i know that i will have to earn your trust again. and i will do so no matter how long it takes. sorsha and i have been discussing establishing a safer and faster trade route between here and winterhold, maybe start establishing some new towns to people displaced by this crone madness. once its finished you can come back whenever you'd like. it will always be your home, no matter what."

you hugged her tighter than you ever had before.

after the toasts are made and the festivities of the night (which were very fun, you had to admit. you asked kit what gave some of the people such a love for fun and partying and she said it was something her dad brought out in people) are over you make your way to kits room and plop yourself down on the bed, kit and jade in tow and plopping down themselves. its quiet for a while. as they help you out of your wedding dress no words are said. nothing about how two of you are going to be queens once sorsha steps down, nothing about how jade has agreed to go visit her sister for a while to bond with her family and her people before coming back and seeing if there was any way to help them more, or how kit would most likely go on another adventure with boorman and the elora danan to help her father escape from wherever he was.

all you could focus on was the two girls who you cared about more than anything and being surrounded by them as you fell asleep, knowing that whatever new surprises that came in the future you would face.

together.

i love them a lot is it obvious. the bath scene was inspired by a p0rn video i saw on twitter but then i remembered they didn't have showers in that time period :( i didn't realize until the end that i barely talked about boorman elora and willow... ok bye bye

#willow #willow series #kit #jade #kit tanthalos #jade claymore #tanthamore #tanthamore x reader #kit tanthalos x reader #jade claymore x reader #poly #poly fic

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📺 *⁠.⁠✧ VOX × READER *⁠.⁠✧ 📺

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ WARNING:

Cursing. Insults. Manipulation? Degradation. Rude behavior. Mentions of depravity and loneliness.

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ GENRE/THEME:

Hate-Love. Loving hatred. Unrequited attraction. Speculative attraction.

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ SYNOPSIS:

Vox is known for being a cocky and confident overlord, famously known for his Vox-Tech. His behavior is rather rash, and no one even thinks about standing up to him. Well, all apart from this one determined critic who is looking out to make his flaws known.

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ AUTHORS NOTE:

This is technically my first time writing an OFFICIAL fanfic, so apologies if it isn't TOO great or professional. This isn't proof read so try to look over the mistakes, if there are any!

Always striving for personal growth, Vox was a motivated individual constantly preoccupied with his numerous responsibilities. He cherished the VEES, as their workplace possessed an air of authority that lead to carefully considered decisions, having a lasting impact on thousands. Embracing a luxurious aesthetic from its granite walls to lavish mahogany floors and comfortable handcrafted desks, the high ellipsoidal ceilings grace each room with both spaciousness and importance. There was no room for anyone else or any kind of hobby with Vox's overbearing passions and works. Being alone, however, made him reflect on his decisions in life. He wondered if he had chosen the right path. As a child, he had always dreamed of a family of his own. Yet as a young, independent adult, he found himself more alone than he had ever been. Despite the joy and cheer he saw all around him, specifically emitting from Velvette and Valentino, Vox just couldn't feel it too. Truly and genuinely at least. With no one to share his thoughts or feelings with, he often sat by himself in his room, contemplating his life choices. He found himself wishing for a companion, someone to celebrate his accomplishments with and make him feel less lonely. However, another part of him told him that what he was looking for wasn't another person and he only assumed that because of the undertaking tension that festered within past relationships. He didn’t particularly like to think about that. Instead, what seemed to be his main purpose to live involved business and business only. He lost himself in the worlds created by successful businessmen, savoring every detail; their days were spent in a routine of hard work and introspection. They found solace in their businesses. Vox wanted that too, more than anything.

The VEE headquarters was its usual tranquil self, with employees busily typing away and chatting on the phone in their spacious cubicles. The labyrinthine workspace seemed to stretch on forever, each area was a unique world populated by a diverse array of individuals. There were the quiet ones, the loud ones, and those who loved to boast about their sadistic affairs. Vox, on the other hand, was as usual, on the move, determined to make progress. He strode confidently over to the excited crowd awaiting his approach,

Vox was ready to tackle his next challenge:

"Hello, my lovely patrons! I'm assuming you all are looking for some form of reassurance after that crazy battle at lil princess morningstar's hotel, yeah?" The overlord questioned the chaotic crowd, his voice loud and clear.

"Yes, sir!"

"Are you still working on those angelic securities?" The angels will definitely come back with full force next time, right?"

"why, of course! Your safety is our priority after all!" Vox declared, outstretching his hands out in a gesture of triumph.

"but, sir! Is that even necessary? I mean, the princess and her band of misfits kinda showed those angels up! So, wouldn't we just need some angelic weapons?" No cameras and shit, right?"

Vox was taken aback by the sudden question, and his voice was infused with disbelief: "Heh, I mean weapons aren't ALL you need. Have I ever stood you all wrong before?" He crossed his arms, quirking a single brow.

Silence.

Then a scoff.

Vox's jaw tightened as he trained his eyes on the customer that dismissed his statement. "excuse me?" He watched as they stepped forward, pushing past the other customers determinedly. "And you are?"

"Y/n," They stated, extending their hand out for a hand shake. "Professional critic; Been following you for a long time, Vox."

“Really now?” Vox questioned quietly, hesitantly accepting the handshake. He crossed his arms, continuing broodingly, "What do I need a critic for, eh?"

"The truth is bound to come out eventually, right?" The critic began, also crossing their arms as if they were mimicking the overlord. "So, I must say that it is because of you and your not so delightful personality, sir. I have heard countless of statements from employee's who are just tired of working for you. Now, I'm not saying you're a bad person. You're just hard to deal with and that's just me being conservative."

Vox blinked, craning his head to look back at his subordinates who quickly scattered away in worry. Looking back at Y/n, he forced a polite smile. A part of him had expected that answer, but another part had hoped for something entirely different.

“I can be demanding at times and may push the policies here and there to achieve success, but that's not enough reason to complain, now is it?” He narrowed his gaze onto the critic, as if he were challenging them. “Tell me, what did I do that was so terrible and difficult to deal with? What have you heard? Please, tell."

Y/n winced, pausing before answering, "Vox," they began, pulling a notepad out of their bag before they started reading off some statements from employees, "working with him was enjoyable at first, but over time, it became exhausting as he relied too heavily on me for things that didn't even fit into my department. It felt as if he was just using me to cover up his back."

Vox took a deep breath and clenched his fists. His screen glitched in frustration as he addressed Y/n, "They are MY employees. It's their job to cover my back and handle the workload. That's what they're getting paid for. What else am I supposed to do as their mentor? Play golf?" He took a step closer to the critic, his expression intensifying greatly.

Y/N flinched, "I understand that," they responded cautiously. "But THEY don't enjoy doing so much, and I don't feel like you appreciate them. You think of them as your servants and expect them to go above and beyond their duties."

Vox grimaced, taking a step closer, closing the distance almost entirely. “I'm doing the best I can, so please stop portraying me as the villain. I'm not asking too much from them. All I expect is for them to fulfill their responsibilities. If I were such a terrible supervisor,” he then muttered begrudgingly, “then my employees are even more terrible workers. They're only staying to be paid half of what their worth, but just enough to keep them coming back for more."

"are you kidding me?" Y/n asked cautiously, trying to hide their apprehension. "You--"

"Ya know, I am an honest man." Vox interrupted and jumped at the critics side, invasively wrapping an arm around them. "As honest as one could be! And to be COMPLETELY honest, I don't think being a critic is really the right career path for you, my dear. How about..." He paused, tightening his hold around Y/n. "A day laborer? You've got the look and a solid reputation to match, so why not consider a day laborer position? Although the work may be menial and leave you covered in dirt and grime, you'll do a great job, I’m sure. However, let's not kid ourselves – this is no cushy gig. But, given your lifestyle, you're more than capable of tackling it.”

“What the hell?!” y/n exclaimed, visibly offended. They pushed Vox away forcefully and slammed their notebook to the ground below, “That's so degrading!"

“It's yours. The job offer, I mean.”

“Wha— this is . . . why are you like this?”

Vox expression feigns solemnity, “You’re right. I haven’t appreciated my employees as much as I should have been. I know I’m a bit difficult to work with, but I’m sorry for taking them for granted. Their presence will definitely be appreciated from now on. I’m sure of it. Just as YOUR presence would be appreciated anywhere but here."

“You’re literally saying I’d be perfect doing unglamorous tasks, you fuckin' prick!” Y/n argued, defensively.

"Think twice and check yourself before you speak if glamor is what you're seeking, babes." Vox mused with a hint of sarcasm, booping the critic's nose. Then his voice got exceptionally lower, "But, I will admit, my dear, no one has ever stood up to me like this before. It's quite riveting.

I just might continue my distasteful behavior if it means you'll stick around and talk shit about me."

Surely, this was all a part of Vox's facade. He could careless if you come back or not, or at least that's what he told himself. Maybe, just maybe, if he had to choose to spend his time with anyone, it'd be y/n:

Because they surely were something.

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[yanderemommabean]

How about venom? Darling just came home after a hard month of studying hard (finals in her last year of college) and needs a destressor, so she calls her Eddie and venom who offer to give her a massage and praise for working so hard the last month of her schooling?

"Just like that-" you moan into the bedding, feeling Eddies fingers work out your tense muscles as he sits on your back and makes you feel like jello. Finals kicked your ass completely, but in the end you passed and that's all that mattered when you opened the message. You called Eddie about it, and now you're happily celebrating at his place as he gets you relaxed and like mush in your brain. Your sighs seem to have awakened something in the two massaging your very atoms, as Venoms slender tendrils could be felt sliding up and down your hips and dipping into the hem of your pants, teasing the top of your pelvis as Eddie rocks back and fourth a bit. "Can't wait any longer" his deep voice growls, making your breath leave in a gasp as Eddie leans to whisper in your ear, allowing the creature to slither into your pants and slide them down just enough to allow them to slip into your underwear. "W-wait! Guys, seriously-" You start to protest, shuddering out a wet moan when fingers come to pinch your nipples, rubbing them as Eddie kisses up your neck and shushes you gently. "Can't wait, sweetheart. Me and Venom are just so hungry for you"

Oh god, that shouldn't make you tremble. That sounded so deep, feral, deadly even. Those lips felt like fire as they possessively kissed your skin, teeth nipping and sinking into you as Venom became impatient and shucked the rest of your pants and underwear off. "Perfect meal" the beast growls, sounding almost prideful as its large tongue comes to lick up the back of your thighs, drenching them in his drool as the tip teased your hole, a squeal of shock leaving your lips. Your brain can hardly focus, tentacles holding your thighs still as Eddie continues to tease your nipples, leaving deep bites up your neck as your shirt becomes ripped and tugged off. Seems impatience runs in both of them. Your breath becomes more intense, venoms tongue slowly entering you and undulating at an eager, truly hungry pace, his tentacles coming into play as they both laugh in what can only be called triumph. "Don't be so rude now, it's a gift for doing so well. You wouldn't want to hurt our feelings now would you?" Eddie asks in a fevered voice, watching as Venoms tongue disappears inside of you. "God, you're taking him so good baby. I bet you sound so good when you cum, bet you whimpers sound like a fuckin symphony" he grunts, stroking himself as you only prove his point, moans and wrecked pleas leaving your throat as that wide, slick tongue flicks and plunges inside of your walls, feeling them spasm as they take the assault venom was desperate to give you.  Slurping, growling, forcing your hips up to rock back on the beasts face as he indulges himself. You tasted so divine. The way your walls squeezed and tugged on his tongue as he ate you out was all the proof he needed to keep going, taking you apart like you deserved. Working so hard, becoming needlessly stressed, you earned this treat and then some. Eddie was definitely enjoying the show, having turned you on your back to sit in his lap so he can toy with your chest, your body writhing as the two erase any remaining stress you had about the finals you had taken. Venom suckles and growls against your pelvis as his tongue fucks into you obscenely, drool landing and forming a rather wet patch on the bed as it covers your ass, only making you feel all the more dirty and turned on. This isn't what you had in mind, but fuck, you don't want it to stop. You press up into that sweet mouth while crying out their names, lips quivering as your back arches and goes taut, hips going still as Venom continues to feast.

You sob out a breath, trying to suck in any air you could as your orgasm wrecks your body completely. You can't think, cant breathe, you can only feel that monstrous tongue and listen to Eddie's filthy praise as your body is given no chance to recover, forced into overstimulation as you melt into the bed, having no energy to fight what these two so eagerly wanted to give you.

"There we go, just like that. Doing so good for us. You can take more can't you? You handled those tests like a champ, I'm sure you cumming a few more times isn't at all an issue".

-Mommabean ((I hope you enjoyed! ))

#yandere smut #yandere lemons #yandere dub con #yandere venom #poly yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere male #mommabean

[eldritch-spouse]

Ima make it my life's goal as the queen of wrath to peg kalymir

[HAH. Fem reader.]

TW: Pegging; Verbal degradation; Abusive use of caps lock as usual.

It must have been months of work.

Honestly, you don't really know how you got here. Attempt after attempt after numberless plans all very easily foiled by the King of Wrath. You had begun to go insane, but your stubbornness knew no bounds- Which is perhaps one of the big reasons Kalymir is ever so fond of you. He knows he can flatten you to the ground like a pancake and you will just get back up spitting and biting.

Some little part of you suspects that maybe he's been slacking on purpose, to give you this little victory. But that's ridiculous, the King doesn't give free wins away!

It was pure luck that you just so happened to coax him into a competition you both knew he wasn't that well-versed in, and it was equally a product of luck that he was blind enough with rage that he was more concerned with getting his hand around your neck than he was with listening to the terms you had set.

Oh, that moment.

That sweet triumph. You've savored it like the finest aged wine there exists.

The raw shock on the King's form as he processes that he lost. That he didn't even listen to what he'd have to do upon being defeated -Because, in his arrogance, he never conceived of the possibility- The subsequent bristling as he all but flips the room upside down and roars loud enough to crack the walls.

" YOU CHEATED! "

He accused, but you were no fool, preparations for this exact outcome had been made, and you forced Roch to watch the entire event. Forced indeed, because he had to be snapped awake from time to time... Still, the imp was awake and aware for the moments that truly held meaning, and he verified that there was no foul play, recited the terms back to his King valiantly, even if it resulted in him getting launched into the next three rooms and having a mild concussion.

That poor imp. Anyway-

You won. Something you've been rubbing all over Kalymir's rugged face for a while now, and you swear he grows a wrinkle every single time you do- Because even if he eventually stated being proud of you, in his own vaguely demeaning and aggressive way, he knows what he's signed up for.

Unfortunately, the King did not want to pick a strap with you. Telling you to eat shit and die when prompted. His sore tantrums are like music to your ears. This means that you have the liberty of picking whatever you'd like, and a short trip to Lust was fruitful for said endeavor. Something black, appropriate to your size difference, barbed and ridged and bumped, something you know he won't forget. Your status meant you had the privilege of trying it on with a proper harness, and you damn near fell into breathless wheezing as the scandalous thing swung between your legs.

You could probably kill a man with the blunt force trauma of a cock slap from this thing.

Which means it's the perfect choice for your self-proclaimed husband.

The cashier said something about King Vesper having a similar model, you weren't really listening, far too giddy about the future to care.

Said future is now.

You wear nothing but your birthday suit, a silk black robe, the harness and the silicone menace attached to it. There are, of course, bottles of lube to be found in the bedroom.

When you stroll in, high on your own power, this shit-eating smirk on your complexion, you find the demonlord already bare. He stands in front of the bed, arms crossed, tail swatting in irritation, expression forever twisted in metaphorical butthurt- Which you're about to make very literal.

" FINALLY GOT THE BALLS TO SHOW UP? " He copes.

You spent less than five minutes getting ready.

Strolling up to him, fearless and unbothered, your hands poise on your hips and you give the big red spite-ball a good view of what he'll be working with.

" What do you think, hm? "

Kalymir snorts like a bull. " PITIFUL. "

" Yeah? " You grin. " That's fine, next time I'll get you something bigger. "

For a second there, his mouth opens and he raises a fist like he intends to drill into you for even daring to suggest there would ever be a second time, but unfortunately, he gathers some wit before that beautiful explosion.

" KEEP FUCKING DREAMING, RUNT. "

" I don't have to. I've already bested you once. You think I can't do it again? "

Dancing in that tempting, dangerous territory. You know a taunt too far could lead to an impromptu amputation or a skull ground to ashes, but you can't stop yourself.

" I'M GOING TO CRUSH YOU. " A threat, for sure. But the way he says it, heated and breathy, immediately betrays his enjoyment of your perhaps overly confident attitude.

" Sure, big guy. " You blink nonchalantly, then tap his side lightly. " Why don't you get on your knees and wet this for me? "

Kalymir snarls so deep from his chest that you fear he might cause a small earthquake. Hellquake? Fuck if you know. You're not given time to think on it either because his hand curls around your hair and tugs hard enough that you tear up immediately.

" THE FUCKING NERVE. " You can almost feel his teeth brushing your neck. One bite. One bite and you will drown in your own blood. " I DEMAND YOUR RESPECT. "

Past the sting, you're able to cackle freely. " Not after you agreed to be my slut tonight. "

That's it. You overdid it. He's going to kill you. Those will be your last words before you're split into two, each half hung outside his mansion's walls to dry and paint it in a fresh coat of crimson.

Curiously, you're actually released, stumbling only a little before shaking your head and stabilizing.

" YOU ARE LEARNING THE WAYS OF THIS RING TOO FAST... " He comments, a hint of a smile on his face.

Well, you are a people pleaser.

Although you attempt to mask it, your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets when the demonlord does just as you said, falling to his knees, having shrunk a decent amount to facilitate the following acts. Oh, it's really happening, isn't it? It's a wonderful view, something that you will relish forever.

Because, even shrunk, Kalymir needs to bend, nearly flatten himself to the ground to be at level with your toy. Seeing his powerful, corded body all but prostrate itself to your person sends all sort of signals everywhere, a blood vessel nearly bursts.

You're all too quick to lift the fake cock in your grasp and drag it on the side of his face, giggling when he instantly starts growling.

" Play nice, my King... "

The taunt incenses him further, though he doesn't stall, perhaps because it would show weakness. Or maybe he's just not fond of drawing this out. It's actually a little intimidating to see those teeth in such close contact, you're quietly relieved you don't actually have a phallus, otherwise you might have gotten cold feet right about now.

Kalymir is not gentle, not even when he's forced to the ground.

His claws coil around your ass, bringing you forward as he wraps his tongue around the girthy toy and takes it well into his mouth. Although there are no eyes on his face, you know he's gazing right up at you.

And you wave back down at him cheekily. " Oh, and you do look so pretty like this, are you sure you don't want to do it again? "

The demonlord can't exactly retort, but the tight, painful squeeze of your rump is warning enough. A heat settles on your cheeks as you watch him lather the silicone cock, moving back and forth on his own accord. Exactly as instructed, he's drooling on the thing, no shame about being sloppy, the same way he insists you don't be timid when you lavish him.

Your hand comes down to stroke across the side of his face, rewarded with no more than a snarl that nearly vibrates your whole body. God, you felt that in your cunt.

It doesn't escape you that Kalymir isn't taking full advantage of your toy's length. A smarmier look settles on your complexion.

" Tsk, you can do better, can't you? You've hardly taken the first half of it. "

Lies. He got a decent two thirds of it in his throat without gagging, that's a champion's feat in your eyes.

The King responds to your taunting by threatening to damn near rip a chunk out of your ass. He seems to be this close to biting your expensive equipment.

" Ah ah, no teeth! " You scowl, hearing him rumble like some kind of misbehaving dog with a tug-of-war toy.

Patience draining, little human hands grab him by the horns as you buck harshly a couple of times. " I said- No. Teeth. "

Somehow, someway, you manage to catch Kalymir by surprise enough that he swallows your cock to the root, but not without making at least one visceral gag that you're going to think about for a long time. Making the King of Wrath choke is already such an insanely satisfying conquest, and you've barely begun.

The demonlord's face wrinkles further, whether in discomfort or spite you're not too sure, but he allows you to luridly fuck his mouth for a while longer, little hips pumping your length into a powerful maw drooling heavily, his tongue still curling through the black mass of ridges. More shivers of pleasure wrack your body as you wonder if he's enjoying his own degradation, if he's turned on deep down, that his tiny and soft human Queen managed to not only best him but have him suckling around her toys.

It certainly turns you on. He might be smelling it already, judging by the flaring of his nostrils.

" That's enough. " You murmur, reaching to smear some of the drool on his teeth across his cheek.

As if being so low on the ground had stung him beyond measure, Kalymir is very quick to take a stand and wipe his mouth, chuffing at you. You hope his throat is sore, but he'll never show it even if it is.

" Was that so hard? " God help you, because you're intent on becoming a red stain across the wall today.

" GET FUCKED, BITCH. "

Oh he's just like an angry chihuahua right now. Delectable.

" Nah, I'm doing the fucking this time. " Before he can bark another senseless retort, you raise a finger. " Let's get a move on already. On the bed. "

The King doesn't budge, staring you down. Seconds pass. The only reason you're demanding it of him is because you know you couldn't topple him over even if you launched yourself into his front at full speed. It'd be more likely that you break some bones in the process, and he'd laugh about it forever. No, you can't let that happen.

Can't let him feel powerful.

" Now. "

He continues not to budge, scowl turning into a challenging smirk. Make me, it reads.

Without checking, without caring, you step forward and dart one arm directly to Kalymir's slit, jamming your fingers as far into it as you can. You underestimated how wet said sheath already was, because your whole hand almost slips in there with the force of your motion.

You mask your shock with a grunt, and to the demonlord's credit, he makes only the quietest gasp before turning the sound into a roar and bucking his hips at you. He's more than hard already, you can feel him rest -Push- Against your fingertips. Which leads you to believe he'd been intentionally keeping his erection hidden.

For how long had he been ready? Perhaps before anything even started!

Nevertheless, you get a firm grip of his length and mercilessly tug his cock out. Not that it would take much force honestly, given he's already more than full-mast. Kalymir's member twitches between his legs, ever imposing, and you happily note that the toy between yours is basically of the same size.

Noticing this, and perhaps to spite you, he snorts and flares the spikes usually kept flat to his base, forming what one can consider a knot of sorts. Upon said gesture, he gains inches of girth that he otherwise didn't have, thus making him "bigger" than your choice of dildo. Petty little shit. Like a dog reaching for scraps falling off the table, you'll let him have this win.

Eyes rolling, you curl the same hand around his cock and give him the reprieve of generous pumping. The kind of thing he'll have you do when he inevitably proves you wrong at something. Kalymir makes the mistake of getting into it, panting and rumbling while his hips rock into your hand. He can't even stay still for too long, having to fuck your hand sooner or later.

The moment he appears blissed out, you step back and leave him leaning into nothing but thin air. The way he throbs in disappointment is hilarious, even more so when the expected tantrum arrives and he stomps hard on the ground.

" GET BACK HERE AND CONTINUE. " The large monster barks. " TEASING COCKSLUT! "

" Hm? " Playing stupid is one of your favorite things to do. Kalymir hates having to repeat himself, it's like a cherry on top of his already perfect cake.

" TOUCH ME NOW! "

" Get on the bed and I will. "

He looks like he wants to kick said piece of furniture. Instead, he growls something in infernal and throws himself onto the reinforced mattress, front up, legs spread and arms behind his head on the pillows.

You get a pretty nice view, admittedly. His arousal standing, flushed slit leading to a defined ass and thick muscled thighs. He hides nothing, demeanor ever intimidating. Perhaps trying to fluster you out of this by making it seem as if whatever you do won't even register to him.

You know better.

" Nope. Not like that. " You start, finishing before he can retort. " Ass up face down. "

Your patience thins when he starts making a scene again. " Are you going to be a brat about this, my King? Because it's making you look bad. "

" HOW DARE- "

" No, I get it. " You motion to the toy. " You're nervous because it's too big, right? I'd be afraid too, it's fine, I'll get a smaller one. "

He moves faster than you give him credit for, rearranging himself the way you ordered. Fucking Hell, what a view.

" YOU THINK I'M AFRAID OF SILICONE?! "

You think he's afraid of bottoming. " Let's find out. "

When you nearly dash for the lube bottles you hastily stashed in one of the drawers, Kalymir snaps his head towards you. " WHAT ARE YOU DOING? "

" Getting lube? " You shake one of the small bottles in your hand for emphasis.

" PUSSY. "

You flinch.

Alright. If he wants a torn ass, who are you to deny him that pleasure? Raw it is.

In a moment, you're behind him on the bed. The sheer size difference allows you to be standing for this, which is both humorous and extremely arousing to you. Your palms glide up the expanse of his full thighs, noting how very little give there is to them, how tense his muscles are beneath your touch. He exhales, probably in frustration that you're taking your sweet time, though you pay the demonlord no mind as you grab his tail and push it back, manually presenting him.

He looks tight- Is the first thing your brain comes up with at the sight of his pucker. Which you suppose checks out, not many people have probably gotten him in this position. Said greedy hands of yours climb from his inner thighs to his length, teasing him briefly before continuing the trek upwards, spreading him out more for your viewing pleasure. His tail twitches, you realize that if you don't pay attention to it, that very dense tip might collide with you at some point.

One of your hands cracks as hard as you can manage against his left cheek. The flesh beneath you barely shifts, and your entire extremity throbs in mild pain, making you hiss.

" HAHAHA- DID YOU BREAK SOMETHING, RUNT? " He mocks, so very proud of himself. " I DIDN'T EVEN FEEL IT. "

" Oh don't worry, you'll be feeling something alright. "

Because now you're determined to wipe that smirk off his words. Some other time, you'd like to take your time and stretch his ass little by little, but Kalymir is such a pissy, impatient little bitch. You wonder how possible that really could be.

As is, you take one of his hips in hand -As much as you can anyway- And line your cock up with his entrance. Some benevolent part of you wonders if it really is a good idea to give Kaly what he wants. But he can take it, right? He's a big boy.

It takes some effort, actually a great deal, you're glad he's not staring at you because you're gritting your teeth in concentration to push in correctly.

" I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY... "

" Fuck. You. "

On the last forceful pump, you chance putting most of your weight into it, rewarded when Kalymir's hole finally gives way and you drill in, his walls caving to the sudden assault yet hugging the toy like a vise.

" HHRNK-! "

You laugh when his whole body tenses, the King fighting to exhale steadily so he doesn't let out any unflattering noises.

" You're feeling it now, aren't you? "

The demon hisses something in a tongue you can't grasp, you can almost feel him try to relax around the intrusion. " FUCKING BARELY. "

Liar.

Instead of pulling out, you rock yourself experimentally, then slam the remaining inches of your cock into him, burying yourself as deep as possible and marveling at the heat of his skin against yours when the entire thing is properly swallowed.

Kalymir sounds like he's wheezing quietly, his arms flex and tremble minutely, his claws sinking into the sheets, creating holes in them. Your hand ventures beneath him and grabs him by the dick, feeling him throb madly in your grasp. Yeah, he's fooling absolutely no one.

The rush of having him suddenly so still and quiet is maddening, one hand firmly on his hip, the other gripping possessively around his cock as you start pumping in and out of Kalymir's ass. He's like a solid wall, jostling him at any capacity proving itself to be a challenge as you're required to really work up a sweat for it.

Finally, you get his ass to bounce. Giggling your delight inbetween pants of exertion. But God is it worth it- Kalymir grunts regularly, trying to suppress noises you know were meant to be moans, perhaps not expecting you to do as well as you have been until now.

His legs shake for a second when you angle yourself a specific way, leading you to knowingly repeat the motion, aware you've hit the demonlord's sweetspot.

" Hah- What's the matter, my King? Why so quiet? "

Kalymir turns his head, as much as he can with those horns flaring in all directions like a mangled crown. Drool seeps from his teeth and his mouth twitches between a frowning and panting. Finally, finally, he groans- In his desire to answer you, a moan much too soft escapes the Icon and you can see the mortification take him over... Until you fuck into him just right again and he growls low in arousal.

" FUCK ME LIKE A REAL WOMAN Hhhrk- "

You snicker. " Are you begging me to go faster? "

Kalymir roughly pushes his hips back, all but knocking into you, stealing some of the breath from your lungs. " LIKE I'D BEG YOU FOR SHIT. FUCK ME! "

Ah, he's getting into it.

And you do. Well, you try your best. Being human kind of gets in the way. Arms readjust as you seek different handles on him, more leverage, more power to put between your taught pistoning. Whether consciously or not, the demonlord shifts to allow you better access, bending further, arching his back more, spreading his legs further. What a delicious sight he makes, ruined beneath you.

At some point, you get sweaty enough to ditch the robe, putting every ounce of might you can muster into this, knowing you'll be sore when it's over. Kalymir appears to enjoy the way you'll grunt and huff with effort, your blunt nails trying to dig into him at every turn, clawing- You imagine his ass must be burning at the speed you're breeding him, but maybe he loves that pain as much as he does the ramming of his prostate.

" HARDER. HARDER, THIS IS NOTHING- FASTER! "

"Nothing", he says, breathless and dripping, strings of precum pooling on the sheets. Though he commands you, the stress in his tone betrays the King's desperation.

When you can't possibly offer him more intensity, already straining your limits, the Icon is the one who bucks his hip and practically fucks himself onto your strap, relentless as he drops his head to the bed and muffles loud noises that fall somewhere between whimpers and snarls.

You wish you could record him like this. It's beautiful.

" Are you close already? " You joke.

" SHUT UP. " He barks, choking on his own saliva when you start quickly stroking his cock. " SHUT THE FUCK UP! "

" Mm, nope. "

You can tell he's going to come very soon, not just by the telltale tensing of his thighs but the way his abdomen flexes and he jerks against your fingers. The way he practically sucks your cock inside himself is no small hint either. You draw up the last bit of stamina you have in your body to offer a few wild rams into his hole, grinding yourself as deep into Kaly as possible, gripping him harder, then sinking your teeth into his tail as if you intend to sever it.

Kalymir all but fucking brays like a beast.

His whole form quakes and he pants desperately, his hips reflexively fucking forward into nothing at all before he twitches and instantly makes a complete mess of the mattress, offering load after steaming load as you take the care to ride him through it- Just to hear him make the softest little mewl you've ever heard from him.

You wouldn't believe it if someone told you Kalymir could make such a noise.

The King deflates onto the cushioned mattress beneath him with a chuff, and you have no choice but to follow, still buried in him to the hilt.

Soft palms stroke his sweat-slicked back. " Did you have fun? "

He hisses something too muffled to understand.

" Hm? "

" ... I'M GOING TO KILL YOU. "

Someday probably, yeah.

#Kalymir oc #yandere monster #yandere demon #yandere teratophilia #monster x reader #monster x you #monsterfucker #terato tag #monster boyfriend #not sfw #minors dni

[403tarot]

Can you do How would nct dream members would want to be loved?

★ — how nct dream would want to be loved ?

jaemin: he's such a hopeless romantic. i see that he wants to be loved exactly the way he's willing to love: embracing the mistakes and flaws of the person, adapting to them, and being a supportive presence if the other person feels the need to change. evolution together – jaemin wants someone to stay with him, not shy away from the intensity of his feelings, and not be afraid to form a bond with him.

jisung: these violent delights have violent ends / triumph, like fire and powder, / which, as they kiss, consume." this excerpt was the first thing that came to my mind reading his cards. jisung is somewhat disenchanted with love, so he's searching for someone who makes his heart burn: startling love at first sight, mutual seduction, and the feeling of being challenged not to fall in love easily.

jeno: desires a love that is calm and stable, making him feel secure and comfortable in a relationship. he can get anxious and insecure easily, so he needs someone mature with a future vision. jeno wants to be loved fully, facilitating healing from past wounds and promoting emotional growth.

renjun: is looking for a love that, above all, is solid. a relationship free of problems and easily manageable, where his and his partner's personalities are compatible but not in a way where they "merge" into one. he wants to be with someone who has originality and also respects his tastes and need for individuality at times.

chenle: wants to be loved passionately. someone with their head in the clouds enough to accept his imperfections and faults without running away – at least that's what he's looking for. he wants someone who can truly know and love him, even in his worst moments, and has patience with him as he strives to become a more confident and responsive person.

haechan: wants someone to take his breath away. he seeks someone who makes him feel out of orbit and elicits a sensation different from anything he has felt before. that's how he'll know he found "the one." someone who makes him laugh even when he wants to cry, warm, and with whom he envisions marrying. he doesn't want to waste time with just anyone; he wants someone he feels will be forever.

mark: is seeking a love that reflects maturity. i see that he's looking for someone who connects with him in a way that makes him feel they both have a purpose together. he wants someone who makes him think of family, dream of quieter times, someone whose company he truly appreciates, and who makes him admire all the little things that a stable and loving relationship can bring to his life. he wants someone willing to start an entirely new chapter in life with him through this relationship.

#— duckie notes ⪩♡⪨ #kpop readings #nct dream tarot #jaemin #chenle #mark #jisung #jeno #renjun #haechan #kpop reading #kpop tarot #kpop astrology

[sokoviansimp]

Hey i saw you wanted two prompt ideas, so how about

"I can't protect you."

"I don't know how much longer I can do this."

With Wanda saying both lines and if you could add a 'both' after you in first one.

And maybe its wanda being worried for yn who's pregnant with their daughter about whether she's strong enough to protect them both, and contemplating turning herself in to protect them. Or being retired but still being called. Something along those lines of whatever takes your fancy :D just happy ending tho lol

Thank you

Love's Triumph: A Maximoff Miracle

✒ Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

✒ Summary: Wanda almost loses you in battle and then finds out that you're pregnant in the hospital while you fight for your life.

✒ Tags and Warnings: angst and fluff

✒ Author's Note: Hope you like it Twilight! Thanks for the request :)

✒ Word Count: 1487

✒ Read Time: 7 minutes

Masterlist : Socials : Part 1.5

The Avengers had faced countless battles, but this one was different. The enemy was more formidable, and the stakes had never been higher. It almost seemed as if all those previous fights led them to this one. After years of searching for leads and extracting moles from their own organization, they knew the new information that they extracted would lead to something big. 

In the midst of the chaos and devastation, a blue streak appeared rushing past the front lines. Too quick to even make out anything, but before anyone could even react, a powerful blast struck the battlefield, sending shock waves through the Avengers' ranks. Wanda, not having time to notice the action, was thrown to the ground, her world spinning. She desperately looked around for you, panic gripping her heart.

It took agonizing moments for Wanda to locate her wife amidst the smoke and rubble. You lay motionless, buried beneath a pile of debris. Wanda's heart nearly stopped as she rushed to your side, using her powers to clear the wreckage as quickly as she could.

When Wanda finally reached you, you were pale and unconscious. Fear coursed through her like a tidal wave. Desperate, she cradled your limp form in her arms, her voice shaking as she called for help. 

The battle raged on around them, but Wanda was oblivious to it all. She focused all her energy on protecting you, her mind consumed by the thought of losing the love of her life. Her emotions got the best of her as she sat there helplessly by your side. In an explosion of her power, the battle wrapped up instantly. Her only thought was to get you somewhere safe. 

In the aftermath of the battle, you were rushed to the hospital, battered and bruised, but miraculously alive. The relief that washed over Wanda was almost unbearable, but it was short-lived.

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As Wanda sat by your bedside, days passed before you regained consciousness. On the third day, you groggily opened your eyes as you gently rubbed your thumb against Wanda’s hand as she held yours tightly, you looked up at Wanda with a weak smile. "Detka, oh thank god." she let out relieved to see your eyes again as she smothered you in a tight hug. Never wanting to let you go again. Tears welled up in Wanda's eyes as she leaned down to kiss you's forehead. "I thought I had lost you," she whispered, her voice trembling.

You reached out to cup Wanda's cheek, her touch gentle and loving. "You'll always protect me, Wanda. That's what you do."

But Wanda's relief was tainted by a new fear that had taken root in her heart. She had been so close to losing you, and now, as they faced the reality of the situation, she couldn't escape the overwhelming anxiety that had been building inside her, “I don't know how much longer I can do this." Wanda whispered, almost ashamed. The last thing she wanted was to lose you, but somewhere in her heart, she truly felt you would be safer without her. 

“What? Wanda, what do you mean?” Still a bit groggy, you weren’t sure where this was coming from, what you had done to make her feel this way. 

"I can't protect you both," Wanda finally admitted, her voice barely audible. She placed a trembling hand on your stomach, her eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. 

Your brow furrowed in confusion. "Wanda, what are you talking about?"

“It worked. We’re pregnant.” Tears streamed down Wanda's cheeks as she tried to explain. "I'm scared, Y/N. Scared that my powers, my life, will put you and our child in danger. I can't bear the thought of losing you both." She rambled on as you were still processing the new information.

Your expression softened with understanding. She reached for Wanda's hand, intertwining their fingers. "Wanda, we'll face this together. We always do, and little Benji will be even stronger for that." 

At the sound of the name you had chosen for your child, Wanda perked up as if instantly forgetting all the fears she was harboring, “Benji?” She nearly snapped, “What are we giving birth to, a dog?” 

You knew the name would get a rise out of your wife, and just as you expected, you were able to distract her from the fear she was spiraling into as you pondered on a name, “Oh, you think you can do better, Ms Maximoff?”

“Eh ehm, that’s Mrs. Maximoff to you, and yes absolutely. What about Tommy?” she reasoned. 

“Hmm, I like Timmy better.” You didn't really, in fact, you loved the name Tommy, but you just liked to get under Wanda’s skin a bit in any playful way that you could. 

The night that you were released from the hospital, you had both decided to spend a quiet evening at home. Wanda had ordered your favorite takeout, and the cozy aroma of food filled your living room as you snuggled up on the couch, blankets draped over your laps. 

Wanda leaned into you, resting her head on your shoulder. In return, you wrapped your arm around Wanda, pulling her close. You both let out contented sighs, reveling in the comfort of each other's presence.

As the two of you ate, Wanda couldn't help but steal glances at you. You were radiant, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light on your features. Wanda reached out and traced a gentle finger along your jawline, her touch feather-light.

You turned to look at Wanda, a soft smile playing on her lips. "What's on your mind, love?"

Wanda blushed, her cheeks turning a faint shade of scarlet. "Just how lucky I am to have you."

Your smile widened, and you leaned in to place a sweet kiss on Wanda's lips. "The feeling is mutual, baby."

They continued to eat, their conversation drifting from the mundane to the profound. Wanda's fingers found their way to yours, as you interlocked them, your hands fitting together like pieces of a perfect puzzle.

After you finished eating, the two of you were sitting on the couch snuggled in each other's arms when Wanda decided now was a good time to bring up something that had been bothering her, “Y/N?” 

You leaned into her further in response, “Hmm?” you acknowledged. 

“What do you remember about the battle?” she wondered. 

“Oh, uhm. I think I remember it all. We were fighting the soldiers at the peak of the hill when there was an explosion.” You explained from what you could recall, “After that, I woke up with you by my side.”

“Do you remember what caused the explosion?” Wanda pushed. 

“I don’t, oh! I remember something weird happening. Like a light or something.” You tried your best to give her the answers that she was looking for. 

“There was a blue streak of light and then an explosion before we knew it. It was him.” She softly said, knowing you might think she was out of her mind for thinking this, but if anyone would believe her, it was going to be you. 

“Who?” you weren’t sure where she was going with this. 

“My brother.” she said just above a whisper, “I know it was, you have to trust me. I could feel it. When they said he was dead I- I never believed them and you knew that.” She tried to get the information out as quickly as she could, worrying you were going to cut her off and dismiss her like all the other Avengers often did. It was easy for them to chalk her feelings up to denial, as it was just a part of the grieving process. 

You weren’t like the other Avengers though, you trusted your wife, “You really think so?” you said pulling back and catching her eyeline. 

“I know it was him.” She said confidently. 

“Where do we go from here?” you asked. Not knowing what she had in mind, especially with a baby on the way, “Why was he attacking us?” you wondered further. 

“I’m not sure. Do you think they’ll believe me?” she asked, wondering how the rest of the team would react to her theory. 

“If you’re sure it was him, they'll come around. I’m sure of it.” You matched her confidence. Knowing that even if they dismissed her, you would be able to persuade them. 

Wanda nuzzled her wife's neck, breathing in your familiar scent. "You know," she whispered, "every moment with you feels like magic."

You chuckled softly, your heart swelling with affection. "You're the magic in my life, Wanda."

As you gazed into each other's eyes, Wanda pressed her lips to yours once more. This time, the kiss deepened, a gentle dance of love and devotion. In that quiet, intimate moment, you found solace, knowing that your love was the most precious magic of all.

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Delicate flower Dianne Feinstein, who triumphed a new form of elder abuse not seen since the documentary "Weekend at Bernie's" has passed away today tragically at the determinate age of 90. She will be remembered as the last vestige of cultural standupitude against swagless Beasts like that ogre John Fetterman who's repugnant East Coast Cargo shorts and dedication to all forms of Nu Metal will ruin the sanctity of our hallowed political halls.

So Long, Princess Dianne, you truly were, England's Rose...

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Do you think Sansa was ever a girlboss (derogatory context)? Some dude is lamenting that the ending of Battle of the Bastards (where the Knights of the Vale ride in) was her “girlboss moment”, even though she was the only female in sight and her screentime was very limited in that part. Did she… smile at the Bolton line breaking? Oh, the malice!

I think D&D considered the "girlboss" concept as a credibly attractive way to showcase Strong Women Characters, usually by the way of Dany standing triumphant after scenes of violent victory, which is a pose they usually didn't give to their male characters, who were usually given more nuanced/tragic "war is complex and bad for us manly warriors" angles (Jon, Jaime, Tyrion, Robb...) so giving Sansa the triumphant smile at the sight of the carnage was true to form for them.

That said, it's not very girlboss to be belittled by every ally they encountered, be barely included in the planning, beg to contribute insight, be condescended to, and then given no public credit for the entire army she did manage to contribute while watching her bastard half-brother be crowned after he doomed them all to be slaughtered in battle. Sansa was Lady of Winterfell and didn't truly desire that Northern crown but it was a very telling moment nonetheless. To top it off, she was made to apologize again.

A proper girlboss moment this is not.

Of course, to D&D her "girlboss" arc was probably done justice by having her walking away smiling from another moment of carnage letting Ramsay be eaten alive by his dogs in a dark dungeon (another Dany mirror).

I don't know what drives the critic you refer to but I can say that I am not a fan of these moments precisely because they glorify the violence that the same writers decry as complex and damaging for male characters, they are superficial momentary triumphs that don't address actual power dynamics or trauma, and they should be considered out of character for Sansa. It's lazy storytelling, and if "girlboss moment" is meant to criticize that, I would actually agree.

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