#gotta make the content myself before i starve

[megistusdiary]

strap thoughts with the ladies...

featuring: 𝙙𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙖 | 𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣 | 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙖 | 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚

just some thoughts about some of the genshin ladies because there's a lack of content and i am starving...so i have to do it myself

also, new type of post layout since usually i only write one drabble a post, so let's give it a try :] and lmk what you guys think

dom!dehya, yelan, rosaria, clorinde (separately) and sub!fem (anatomy/pronouns) reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, strap penetration (sub receiving), strap referred to as cock : individual warnings below

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝙙𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙖

warnings: blowjob, implied fingering, cowgirl, praise, teasing, nipple play, 'girl' used in petnames

dehya has your lips stretched wide, her hand on your jaw as she guides you further down her cock. she coos when your hands scramble up onto her spread thighs.

she uses her free hand to gently lace your fingers with hers, allowing your other hand to hold tightly to her thigh.

"such a good girl, aren't you? much sweeter when your mouth is full." dehya smirks when you make a garbled whine, her strap teasing the back of your throat. dehya hushes you softly, moving her hand on your jaw to the back of your head.

she gently pets your head before pushing you impossibly further on her cock. "you want me inside of you, yeah? gotta get it nice and wet for me then, babe." she reminds you, smirking at your pathetic noises.

when she finally gives you reprieve, you come up panting, and she instead pulls you up into a messy, breathless kiss on her lap. her fingers slide up to tease your nipples, pinching them and flicking over them softly.

she pulls away briefly from your lips, laughing when you subconsciously lean forward to chase her. she swipes her thumbs over your glossy lips, using the wetness to tease your nipples, leaning down to blow cold air on them all to hear you whine, squirming on her lap. her cock presses against you as you grind your clit on it, biting your lip.

she looks down at you, biting the inside of her cheek as your slick coats her cock, causing a beautiful sheen in the light.

of course, she's already previously stretched you out on her fingers, giving her time to lay down, gesturing for you to get busy. you hover over her on your knees, brows furrowed as you slowly slide down her cock, gasping at the stretch.

you manage to get a good portion of her inside, but that's not satisfactory in her eyes. "no, come on, baby. you gotta take it all, you can take it, can't you?" she murmurs, caressing your hips. she watches you try to take more, thighs trembling, and she sighs, using the grip on your hips to gently push you down. "relax, sweetheart." she urges, pressing her own hips up to have you taking her down to the base.

dehya relishes in every little noise you make, encouraging you to make more as she assists you in your bouncing, hips snapping up to meet yours.

she looks up at you, practically glowing as your head falls backward, hands pressed to the bed behind you. she hears her name falling from your lips mixed with little sighs and moans, only increasing when she moves a hand off your ass to play with your clit instead.

"that's it...good girl."

𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣 ❛ ༉‧₊˚

warnings: clothed dom/naked sub, blowjob, handjob, dacryphilia, reverse cowgirl, degradation, rough sex, leash/collar, fingering

yelan sighs, tugging on the leash connected to your collar when your movements are too slow for her liking. "i didn't tell you to stop." she snaps, pulling you closer to the base of her cock.

your nose touches her pelvis as you kneel before her naked, looking up at her still clothed form. all shame is forgotten as you focus on moving your head, now with purposefully limited range as she wraps the leash around her hand again.

she can't help but smile slightly at the image before her. your pretty eyes flitting up to look at her, tears threatening to spill at the way she touches the back of your throat. "you look fucking pathetic." she tells you, yet you can't even feign embarrassment, thighs pressing together.

of course, she doesn't miss the motion, yanking you off her cock as you cough, allowing her to tug you to stand up.

she leans back on the bed, pulling you up onto the bed next to her, gesturing to the expensive bottle of oil (courtesy of the tianquan). the way you pour the oil on your hands, some spilling on your thighs. she lets go of the leash for now, dropping it onto the bed.

her eyes follow the oil droplets as they roll down and melt into your skin, only looking away when your slick hands wrap around her cock, sliding up and down with a tight grip.

yelan grabs one of your hands, lacing your fingers with hers to collect some oil, moving your body so your hips are closer to her chest, keeping your back arched for her as she fingers you with the oil.

your hands on her cock still, one leaving to brace yourself with the bed. she smacks your ass rather harshly, reminding you to keep going, though your fist grows much looser with each time her fingers slide in and out.

once she decides you're ready, shes sliding you down her body so your hips rest over her cock, back turned to her. she takes a firm grip of the leash, watching your pussy slowly slide down her cock, pulling you upright each time you try to lean forward.

when you finally take her all the way, she's back to slapping your ass, forcing you to ride her, even when your thighs shake and arms tremble.

she tugs the leash, stealing your breath away from you as you push past your exhaustion all for her enjoyment, chasing an orgasm she most certainly would draw out.

𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙖 ༊*·˚

warnings: titfucking, mating press, degradation, nipple play, rough sex

rosaria's clawed fingers tilt your chin down rather harshly, forcing you to look at her as you hover over her body on all fours. she grabs your jaw firmly, swiping her thumb over your parted lips.

"you were practically begging me for this, now you're just going to stare at me?" she asks in a cold tone as you avert your gaze, slowly sinking down onto your knees on the floor as she sits up.

she takes her strap by the base, lightly slapping it against your lips, your tongue darting out. she uses the saliva to smack her cock against your cheeks, leaving wetness on your skin.

when you finally open your lips, leaning in to chase her cock she stops you, her hand sliding into your hair to hold you down firmly. "no, don't be greedy...i want you to do something different for me today." she instructs you.

your watch as she takes a beautiful glass bottle of oil, uncapping it and pouring it onto your chest, your hands fumbling to try and catch any oil before it spills.

"rub it into your skin, don't waste it." she orders you, and so you do. your hands come up to rub the oil in, teasing your nipples in the process, and she hums. "play with them a little more."

your fingers circle your breasts around your nipples before gently teasing them again, back arching up with the sensations as she nods. she guides her cock to your chest, using your breasts to slide in between, coating the strap in oil.

truth be told, she doesn't care if your chest is plump or flat, she only cares about your enthusiasm. she loves watching you make a mess of yourself, desperately rubbing her cock against your skin to transfer the oil, doing your very best to please her.

her sharp claws gently scratch your scalp as you move up and down against her. "enough," she says as she gently pushes you back, "up here, now."

the second you're on the bed, you're shoved onto your back, thighs pressed to your chest while she circles her tip around your clit.

the oil makes is easier for the tip to slide through your folds before she eases her cock into you. a slight smirk is finally seen on the corner of her lips as you cry out for her, hands coming to rest on her shoulders, gently digging your nails in.

she doesn't punish you (this time), allowing your back to arch up into her as she stretches you out. once she's decided you've been given enough adjustment time, she fucks you with fervor. your sighs turn to breathy whines as she changes the angle of her hips with frightening accuracy to have your hands sliding down to grip at her biceps instead.

she can feel your thighs trembling as she leans over you. at this point, you're already too far gone for words, and she feels they spoil the moment, so she rewards you with a kiss.

your eyelids flutter shut, lips parting without reminder as her tongue slides against yours, drinking up your little whimpers as she presses into you deeper.

: ̗̀➛ 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚

warnings: handjob, blowjob, cunnilingus, doggy style, degradation/praise, light asphyxiation, slightly possessive clorinde, use of 'girl' in petnames

chlorinde watches as you wrap a hand tentatively around her strap, spreading the light sheen of oil from the base to her tip. your thumb gently swipes over the head, and she narrows her eyes slightly, observing you with rapt attention.

she has you kneeled on the bed next to her lap as she lounges, simply watching you prep her cock for you to take. "come here." she holds her hand out to you, and you take it, oil from your fingers coating hers as she pulls your hips to her chest so that youre hovering over her, your face close to her cock.

you glance over your shoulder at her, lips parting to speak, but she silences you with a push to your head, back towards her strap.

tentatively, you go back to what you were doing, stroking her strap. however, you pause when she adjusts your hips, your knees resting near her face as she spreads your pussy over her lips, placing a kiss on your clit.

"clorinde-" you gasp her name, feeling rather than hearing her hum into your pussy.

her hips push up her cock into your hand and you lean forward, taking it into your mouth. as your mouth pushes further down, your back arches oh so prettily for her.

you feel her tug your hips further down on her face, sliding her tongue over your clit, causing you to moan around her cock, fisting the bed sheets with one hand.

her tongue continues its path up to your hole, dipping in, spreading the slick over you further. she takes the liberty of moving your hips for you against her tongue just to hear you whimper, unable to move away.

she continues to play with you until your thighs begin to shake, then she pulls away, forcing your hips up. no matter how you may squirm, you just cant seem to break her hold, so you pull off her cock, spit on the corners of your lips as you whine your complaints to her.

one glare from her is enough to have you correcting your bratty behavior as she rearranges you onto all fours before her.

when you try to look back at her, she pushes your head into the pillows, pulling your hips up. you know better than to lift your head, even when she removes the pressure as she slides her cock up and down your slit.

she holds the base to tease your clit again, and you begin mewling again, trying to sit up and move your hips.

"stay fucking still." she hisses lowly, her hand coming to cage the back of your neck, lightly squeezing. a soft noise escapes your throat as you lie still for her, ever so desperate for her to finally fuck you.

"good girl." she praises when she sees you're listening to her, and your eyes flutter shut at her voice.

when she slides in, it has you crying out her name, pressing in deeply. she squeezes your throat lightly once more before removing her hand in favor of holding your hips. the pace picks up with each thrust until you've collapsed onto the bed on your front.

oh, and when the tip of her cock presses into the spongy spot she knows you adore, she can't help but drape her body over yours. her chest presses into your back as she continues to abuse the spot as you whimper and whine for her.

she can hear how wet you are without even looking, just as you can. she has half a mind to mention it, but with all the mindless babbling you're doing, it would be as good as simply speaking to herself.

you feel a soft kiss, then a bite against your neck, lips sucking marks up and down your throat. her hips slow down, fucking you slower as you pant into the sheets.

"mine...you're all mine." she mumbles, leaning up to pick up the pace again.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #fem reader #wlw x reader #wlw smut #dehya smut #clorinde smut #dehya x reader #yelan smut #rosaria smut #rosaria x reader #genshin impact x reader smut #yelan x reader #clorinde x reader #genshin wlw #✎─𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ❛ ༉‧₊˚

[watsittoyah]

Along Came A Spider…2099

Warnings-Sexual content, and adult content. Some mentions of multiple dimensions. Oral sex, rough sex, fang play, claws kink, size kink, sex in Spider-Man Suit, back door eating. This is my longest chapter but I hope you guys enjoy!

(My Spanish isn’t great, so I did use google translate to help…)

Chapter 12- Pumpkin Pie Is Best Served Cold (Pt1)

“Why are we up this early?” Erica asks as she slows down. You stop and cross your arms over your chest. “You dragged me out of my warm bed, out of my warm pajamas and out of our warm apartment, and you’re asking why we’re up early. Girl go to he-“

You both jump when you see something swing by you. You realize who it was and hide your smile. “You think he ever goes to sleep? Spider-Man I mean.” Erica asks as she sits down on a bench.

“Yeah, I mean I’m sure he does. Plus he’s got family…I assume.” You say as you take a seat beside her. “You know, I think he’s a cool guy. Dennis is a huge fan. On our second date he spilled the beans on having a small Spider-Man action figure collection.”

“I gotta tell Miguel.” You say making Erica give you a funny look. “Oh because Miguel is a huge fan too, I was saying I gotta tell him so him and Dennis can hang out more.” You lie. Erica agrees and leans back. “T?”

“Yeah?” You look over at your friend and she was just staring at the morning sky for a moment. “I feel like such a terrible friend for not asking this for a few months but how have you been?” That question sort of caught you off guard.

“I’ve been good.” She looks at you and shakes her head. “I know you T. We grew up on the block together. So stop lying. It’s me.” It was your turn to look at the sky.

“I’ve been, getting better. From the attack from a while back, to the nightmares and shit the old wounds from my parents. It’s been chipping away at my mind, E.” She nudges you with her shoulder. “You know I’ll listen to you, for free. At least this time, next time I gotta charge you.” She jokes. You smile and lean your head on her shoulder. “You know you’re my best friend, you’re practically my sister.”

Erica gives you a side hug. “I keep telling you we might have been separated at birth. Watch I bet you, our real parents are out there in the multiverse looking for us.” You sit up and give a slight frown. “E, that’s oddly specific.” She just shrugs. “Yeah but now we wasted enough time to get our black cracks back to the apartment and eat. I hope you’re cooking.” Erica asks as she helps you up off of the bench.

“Girl I cooked last time it’s your turn.” She sucks her teeth. “I did cook, what do you mean?” You scoff at her comment. “You cooked last month, so now it’s your turn, hurry up now woman I’m starving my stomach is touching my back.” You flick her ear and take off running as you feel her running after you. “Tommie Valentine! You heifer I’m gonna drop kick you across Nueva York for that!”

••••

“If I lie about not having something to wear then maybe I don’t have to go…man Mr Stark would probably tell me to show up in a trash bag just to show my face.” You say as you pull up the weeds in the garden.

“Baby cakes what are you mumbling about?” You turn to your grandmother and sigh. “I’m just talking to myself. I just…I really don’t want to go to that dinner in two days.” You groan as you sit in the dirt. “Is this that same dinner that that no good girl invited you to?” You nod.

“Oh you have to go to that. And before you whine and ask why. I want you to go there with your shoulders rolled back, your head held high and let that little uppity heifer know who you are. If there is one thing I know about this family, we don’t back down. We don’t cower. We stand and we make our enemies shiver. Now I know Miguel is going with you, right?”

“Yes ma’am. I guess I can show off a little. Let Dana know that he’s with me.” Your grandmother raises a brow at you and nods. “I guess I can finally tell you this little story. Come on and scoot your tush.” You move over a bit and your grandmother sits down beside you.

“Now, when I was about sixteen I had met your grandfather. He was sweet to a lot of the girls in the neighborhood, which didn’t bother me because we weren’t together. But when he did start to court me, I had gotten word that he was talking to this other girl. Her name was Rebecca Goldstein. Boy that girl was a mean as a rattle snake. Tell you the truth I don’t know why that man even dated that little snake. Anyways, it was the word around town how she wanted him to dump me so she could be with him.”

“What did you do?” You ask as you lean your hands on your thighs. She smiled at you. “I told him that if he wanted to be with that girl he could go. I wasn’t going to be in competition for someone I’m getting to know. I have other suitors. That last part was true, I had six other boys waiting for their turn to talk to me. And your grandfather, he hated the thought that he had boys wanting me so he waited until after school, and stood in the middle of Wally Banks Field and told Rebecca off. He thought that was it but that, excuse my language baby cakes, bitch decided she wanted to make my life miserable. Well she had something else coming when she decided to push me down some stairs at school. I turn around and I punched her right in her left green eye. I had a daddy, who didn’t play about his kids. So he taught us all how to fight. Anyways Rebecca never bothered me again.”

“Should I hit Dana?” You ask hoping secretly that she’ll say yes. “No, baby cakes. Don’t hit her, unless she puts her hands on you first then you lay her little crack out on that waxed floor. But what I’m saying is, let her see what real class is. Because from what you told me she sounds like she doesn’t have a lick of it.”

“I will, grandma. I will. Well do you think this weekend you’ll be ready to meet Miguel’s mom?” You ask as you help your grandmother up out of the dirt. “Of course, I’ve spoken to her on the phone and she seems like such a sweet woman. Now make sure Miguel brings her those strawberries in the fridge. I gave her a nice batch.”

“I will, promise…and grandma?” You ask as you dust off your overalls. “Yes baby?” You look down at your sneakers and then back up at her. “Can you teach me that punch you landed on Rebecca Goldstein?” You made your grandmother burst out in laughter. “Yes I’ll teach you just incase you need to use it. Now when you make that fist don’t cup your thumb….”

•••

You were in your car about to drive home when you got a call from Miguel. You press the answer button and greet him. “Hey baby, how are you?”

“Estoy bien, mi amor. Cómo estás?” He replies.

“I’m good, I’m just leaving my grandparents house, I have the strawberries for your mom. My grandmother said to remind you to bring them to her.”

“I will, amor. I will. I just wanted to ask you something important.” You sit up in your seat. “Sure, what’s your question?” You didn’t know what to expect but you were prepared.

“Well it’s nothing too crazy, but would you like to go out with me tonight? I know you’ve been busy at work and I’ve been busy in the lab as well as doing the Spider-Man thing so we haven’t spent much time together other than sleeping.” You smile at his question. “Why yes Miguel, I would love to go out with you tonight. Should I wear something special?”

“How about you wear that dress you wore for your vacation? I’ll wear a dashing suit and we can go to this quiet restaurant, I booked it just for us tonight.”

“Well that settles it, yes I will go out with you tonight and I’ll wear that gorgeous dress. I will admit it’s been a while since you’ve worn a suit…makes me want to play your naughty secretary.” You tease. “Amor, if you keep talking like that I might just fulfill your wishes for that request.”

“Oh really? Well then we will be taking dessert home, after dinner.”

“Mi corazón, let’s get off the phone before I find you and do some ungodly things to you in that car. Now I’ll see you tonight. I’ll pick you up from your apartment at 7:30 and we will go to the restaurant right after.”

“I can’t wait. Alright I need to drive so I’ll see you soon, I love you.” He tells you he loves you back and you both hang up.

As you drive your car, you smile to yourself because you feel blessed to have the life you have. Sure it wasn’t perfect but it was good. You had amazing friends, you had your grandparents in your life and you had Miguel.

You drive for a little and soon you see the ice cream parlor on the side. You decide to stop and grab some ice cream for the apartment. When you make it inside you see Mary-Anne. “Hi Tommie, what can I get for you?”

“I’m going to take a half a quart home, I’ll do chocolate Carmen swirl for the first half and for the second I’ll do strawberry cluster crunch.”

“I’ll get that ready for you. So how have your grandparents been?” She asks as she gets the container ready. “They’ve been good. They have an anniversary coming up soon. So I’ll be sure to get them a cake from here.”

“Oh that’s nice. I’ll make sure to make it special. You know the funny thing is I was just talking to my husband the other day and he had mentioned how your family has always supported our business. I remember when your grandparents use to bring your dad and how your parents use to bring you. I wouldn’t be surprised if in a few years you brought your kids here too.”

“Honestly I can see that. When Miguel and I have our kids, I want them to have their first sugar cone here like I did.”

“Oh dear I remember that. You were this little chubby thing just making a whole mess at the table and your parents were rushing to get napkins because you got the ice cream all over the place.” You smile at that and look up. “Can you add a malt shake too? I want to make a small stop before I get home.”

“Sure thing. I’ll even put the extra malt on the side for you with a spoon.” You tell her thank you and you look out the glass window.

Nueva York was and is a beautiful place. You pretty much had no desire to move from this place because it was home. Yes it had is ups and downs but hell it was home.

When your order was all set you pay and you get your stuff. As you secure your items, you drink the malt shake and give a sad smile. “Two more stops.”

You had parked your car and grabbed the flowers from your front seat. As you walk down to your parents plots you inhale the scent of the flowers. They were a mixed assortment, of roses, daises, and other floral flowers. As soon as you see their headstone you kneel down and place the flowers down.

“Hi mom, hi dad. I know I haven’t came to visit in a while. But I have so much to tell you. Hmm where can I begin? Well I am still working for Mr Stark but he’s nicer these days. I think it’s because he goes to see his wife more often. I still have all of my friends. I remember what you told me mom, you said that I didn’t have to be friends with everyone just get a small group of friends and make sure to keep them close. Oh! Grandma’s garden is doing great. We just planted melon so those should be sprouting in a few weeks. I had an accident but I’m okay. Physically anyways. Mentally I’m a bit of a mess. But I’m going to therapy again so it’s helping. My last session basically was an eye opener that I need to let myself be happy with whatever outcome comes my way. And that I’m not going to do things perfectly every time. That session also reminded me how much I missed you. And I do, everyday. But when I find myself being sad I remind myself that you’re with me in little ways. Like when I see butterflies I know you’re there mom. And when I see owls I know you’re close by dad. There’s that…well actually, I think the biggest news I have to tell you is I met someone. His name is Miguel O’Hara. You two would’ve loved him, not because he’s smart but he treats me amazingly. He…he is so sweet to me and he’s patient. He’s strong and…I look up to him. Because he is just, incredible. Someday I’ll tell him, but for now I’ll just watch and see how he handles a situation. Hopefully I can bring him here to meet you two. The funny thing mom and dad is I know he won’t think this is strange. I know he’ll be polite and talk to you like I’m talking to you right now. He’s sweet that way. Honestly I can’t wait for that man to ask me to be his wife. I don’t think I’ll let him finish the sentence before I say yes…” You smile at that and wipe a tear away.

“Mom, dad? Um…I know you two were into science and all, and I know I should think logically but I think…I think a part of me is missing. Like I feel like I had a life before this one. And it was just snatched away from me. I could just be talking but I still feel it in my heart.” You glance at the headstone and let another tear fall. “Well I should get going, I have ice cream in the car and I don’t want it to melt. I love you and I’ll see you soon.” You press your fingers to your lips and press them to the headstone, telling your parents goodbye and you stand up.

It felt good coming to their grave. And from how clean it looked you can tell that your grandparents definitely came by not too long ago and cleaned up. You walk back to your car and when you get inside you sit there for a moment. Soaking in silence and you lean your head against the steering wheel and you let out a small cry.

Not because you’re sad, but because you’re finally feeling somewhat better after all these years. The only puzzle piece you’re working on is why do you feel like a part of you is missing, or a memory?

••••

You were dressed in the beautiful red dress you had once wore before. You had golden heels and jewelry to match. As you look at yourself in the mirror you can’t help but to spray a bit of perfume between your breasts and put a little on your ankles. You knew what would happen after dinner so might as well be prepared.

As you gather your long curls you decide to style it with a scarf. You pull it high and tie it with a black hair tie, and then you take your scarf and you wrap it around your curly makeshift bun, letting some of your curls out and tucking some under. Once it’s tied you nod in approval.

“Damn, you look good.” You smirk at yourself as you turn and look back at your plumb bottom. “This man probably won’t be able to keep his hands off of me, and I’m here for it.” You chuckle to yourself and you walk out of the bathroom.

You get whistled from Erica from the couch and Milo walks over wrapping his tail around your leg. “Miguel gonna be eating tonight and I’m not talking about food.” Erica jokes as she looks at you.

“Honestly, I hope so. And if I don’t come home right away you know why.” You tell her as you scoop Milo up and pass him back to Erica. She makes a face. “You little nasty heifer….lemme not talk, Dennis was pounding my walls loose during my break.” You both laugh at that and you grab your purse as you heard knocking.

“Be right there!” You call out as you grab your keys. When you open the door your heart was pounding hard in your chest.

Miguel looked suave in his suit. It was black on black with a velvet red tie. He seems to stop and stare at you as well. “Hola mi amor.” He takes your hand and he kisses it which makes you weak in the knees.

You guys have been in a relationship for over nine months and yet this man still makes it feel like the first time. “Te ves muy guapo, Miguel.” You tell him as you kiss his cheek. “Amor, your Spanish has gotten better. Oh hello Erica, hello Milo.” You turn and see Erica and Milo looking at the two of you.

“Hi Miguel. Now you make sure you bring Tommie back home, don’t try any funny stuff. And her curfew is at midnight. If she’s not back by then I’m calling the cops. And Milo is my witness. Right Milo?” The little traitor actually meowed on cue too.

“Get! Go get out of my face. Come on Miguel.” You close the door on them and Miguel was laughing at the interaction. “What can I say, she’s my bodyguard. And Milo too.”

“Are you ready, gorgeous?” Miguel offers his arm to you and you take it. “I’m ready.”

Once you two are outside, and in the car, he takes your hand and he drives. “How was your day, amor?” Miguel takes a left turn and you look at him for a second.

“It was good. I helped with my grandma’s garden. My grandpa said for you to come over for his football party next Sunday. And after I grabbed some ice cream and visited my parents graves. It was nice.”

“Parece que tuviste un buen día. Estoy feliz, mi amor.” He takes a left turn and you squeeze his hand. “Yeah, and I was thinking about something about you coming with me next time I go to visit them. My parents I mean. Then again you probably think that’s stup-”

“It’s not. They are special to you which means they are special to me. Yes I will come with you next time. I’ll bring flowers.” Right in that moment, when Miguel looked at you as he stopped at the red light you knew.

You knew what life would be like with him, and you couldn’t wait for the day to say I do. You lean over and you place your hand on his cheek then kiss him. He returned the kiss and you make sure you get your lipstick off of his lips.

“Sorry about that, I couldn’t help myself.” You apologized. “Don’t be, amor. If I didn’t make these reservations I’d take you somewhere more private.” You roll your eyes but smile. “Drive the car, Miguel.”

“As you wish, mi princesa.” He drives as the light turns green and you two sit there in peaceful silence all the way to the restaurant.

When you arrive Miguel holds the passenger door open for you and he holds out his hand. You take it and as you get out of the car you look at the restaurant and it looks familiar.

“Have we been here before?” You ask as he leads you to the front entrance. “No, amor unless you’ve been here with someone else.” You shake your head. “No, never. This place just looks so familiar.” As you two walk inside you smell the food and your stomach gives away at hunger and growls. You clear your throat to make sure no one heard that but from Miguel’s smirk, you’re sure he did.

“Hello Mr O’Hara. Please this way.” An older gentleman says escorting the both of you to your table. You follow and as you do you look at the decor. It gave off a vibe similar to the places Miguel had taken you when you two went to that island for vacation.

As you two were seated you the older gentleman lets you two look over the menu and he left shortly after. “Miguel, how did you find this place?”

“Well, amor. I remember you telling me how much you enjoyed the food during our vacation so I made some calls and I found this place. The owner here is from that island. And I figured you’d want a piece of vacation here until we can go back.”

This man is perfect, he simply puts every other man you’ve ever dated to shame.

“Miguel….” You feel tears falling threatening to fall and Miguel moves around the table and kisses you. “Perdoname mi Amor. No quise hacerte llorar.” He says as he kisses your tears away. “It’s not tears of sadness. I’m happy. No one has ever done that for me. I’m just…baby I’m so happy.” You smile at him and he flicks your tears away and kisses you once more.

“You deserve all of this, amor. Every bit of happiness you deserve.” Miguel goes to sit down but he stops while looking at his watch.

“Amor, I will be right back, I promise.” You nod and as he walks past, you sit there still happy. You know what he has to do in the night time, and you understood.

“Amor?” You turn and Miguel was on one knee. Your heart skipped several beats. “You didn’t think I’d leave you like that did you?” He asks with a sparkle in his hazel eyes. Your throat was dry so all you could do was shrug and a laugh escaped your lips.

“Tommie Valentine, I knew the very moment I saw you in that hallway talking to your roommate. I knew when you smiled at me whenever I walked past, I knew the very moment when your water bottle had rolled in front of me that I wanted you to be my wife. I love hearing your voice. I love seeing you smile. I even love when you’re angry with me because I know you care. When I wake up besides you in the morning I fall in love with you all over again because you…you are my heart in human form. I want to have children with you, grow old with you and watch our grandchildren while we sit back and continue to love each other. There is no other woman I want in my life as my partner but you. So if you’ll do me the honors of becoming Mrs. Tommie O’Hara.”

Miguel takes out a small box and when he opens it you see a ring with a red diamond in the center.

God you hated that you were full of tears tonight because you were crying again. “Y-yes. Miguel I will marry you.” He slides the ring on your finger and the staff around you claps and congratulates the two of you. He stands up as well as you and you two embrace.

You kiss him all over his face and hug him tight. “Thank god I’m wearing waterproof mascara.” You say with a laugh as you wipe your tears. “I’m just happy they’re tears of joy. Wait they are tears of joy right amor?” You give a playful roll of your eyes at him.

“Yes, baby. Now let me just go freshen up a bit.” You ask where the bathroom is and you quickly go inside.

After you freshen up you wash your hands and you look at the ring. It perfectly sat on your finger as if it belonged there. “Tommie O’Hara…” You whisper to yourself as a smile crawled across your face.

You hear a gentle knock and you knew who it was. You open the bathroom door and Miguel steps in. “Are you okay, amor?”

“I’m fine, just still feeling the shock of all of this…are you sure you want me to be your wife?” You ask just to be sure. He pulls you in close and kisses you passionately, causing the air in your lungs to cluster. “Yes, I do.” He says as he kisses your bottom lip and you remember to breathe. “You, you smell really good.” You comment as you wrap your arms around him.

“No, that’s you.” He leans down and he inhaled your scent, letting a soft moan escape. “You know what that perfume does to me, mi corazón.” He says as he trails a finger between your breasts. You bite your bottom lip and flutter your lashes at him. “Why what ever do you mean, Mr O’Hara?”

He doesn’t crack a smile he simply lifts you up and places you on the sink. He then places his hands on the side of your thighs and leans in. “Sabes exactamente lo que quiero decir, Tommie.” He leans in again, his nose brushing against your pulse and he moans. “Coconut milk and amber. You know that scent is my favorite. You little tease.” Without looking away he uses his web to make the door stick so no one would walk in.

“You know I really like your nose.” You tell him as you bump yours against his. He gives a slight laugh and he tips your chin up. “I bet you like it for more that what you see.” He says as he parts your legs and steps further. You nod pulling him down by his red velvet tie. “I’m not wearing anything under this.” His eyes roll Hazel and when they settle they were red.

“I was going to wait until we left for dessert, but I have a sweet tooth right now.” Miguel hikes up your dress and he gets on his knees.

You giggle as you spread your legs wide for him and your run your fingers through his black hair. With his ring finger and middle finger he slides them inside of you and he gently suck’s your clit. Causing your head to rest on the mirror behind you.

“Mr O’Hara, if we stay in here too long we could get in t…trouble.” You whimper out as he shakes his head and does a come here motion inside of you. He replies with a moan and you move your hips a little feeling good.

He gives a nice suck to your clit and he lets his spit cover your lips as he further wets his fingers with your cunt. “Oh shit.” You moan as you part your legs wider. Miguel takes his free hand and he places your leg on his shoulder, making his tongue replace his fingers and his nose grinds against your clit.

“Shit, just like that, Miguel. Just like that, make me come. I want to come for you.” You moan as he continue to penetrate you with his tongue. Your instincts kicks in and your grab his head and start fucking his face.

You didn’t want him to stop, hell you didn’t even care of anyone had managed to open the door and walk in on your two. You just want this man, your future husband to make you come. He looks up at you and when his eyes fluttered shut as he used his spit to against your clit you gripped his hair and you smothered him with your cunt.

You bite your lip and grunt out a few swear words as you come on his pretty lips. When he finally was allowed some air, he had smoothed his hair back and he licked his wet lips.

“God I can’t believe I get to eat this sweet pussy for the rest of my life.” He gets up off of his knees and you see him unbuckling his belt.

You help him with his pants and boxers and he bites his tie as he slides inside of you. “Haré esto rápido, mi amor.” Miguel says with the tie still in his mouth.

He pins your legs up as he gets in deep and you bite your lip to keep quiet. You reach behind him and grab his ass and you pull him deeper. The both of you still for a second but when you release your bottom lip from your teeth he starts to move quickly.

The way his dick would fill you up and make your body tingle was heaven. You couldn’t wait to leave out of this restaurant so you two could fuck each other brains out over and over again.

He spits his tie out of his mouth and he leans in kissing your neck. His lips then brush against your ear, making you want to make a mess all over his dick and legs. However what he said next, sure enough caused a waterfall on that sink.

“I don’t get to fuck my pretty girl anymore. No I get to fuck my pretty wife. I get to fuck my pretty wife while she squeezes her pretty pussy all over her husbands dick.” You let out a groan and he places a hand over your mouth as he goes faster, making your head bump the mirror.

“I’m gonna make my pretty wife come so much tonight I want the sheets soaked. Shit I want the neighbors jealous hearing us. Quieres eso mi amor? Quieres que los vecinos estén celosos de nosotros?” You nod as you be pounds you faster causing the sink to rock.

He places his thumb against your clit and without another word from him you feel yourself coming. You bite down on his hand to keep from screaming in pleasure and you feel his movements get sloppy and when he comes inside of you you grab his ass to make sure not a single drop is spilled out.

When you two finally relax, he slides out of you and he kisses you. “Mmm, princesa. You have no idea what you do to me. Damn.” Miguel helps you off of the sink and as you go to clean up he stops you. “Oh no, amor. I want what I put inside of you to drip out while we have dinner. And when we’re done I’m going to take you to a hotel and I’m going to keep fucking you until you want me to stop.” He says as he whispers in your ear. You smirk at him and nod. “Alright Mr O’Hara. Anything you say.” You walk to the door and he snaps his webs off and opens the door for you. “After you, Mrs O’Hara…”

••••

The next morning you had used your wobbly legs and went to the bathroom. After your long night you had plenty of hickies and bruises on your skin. But they were worth it. After you use the bathroom you peek out into the room and see Miguel was sleeping soundly.

You tip toe past him and grab your phone. It was a little after after six am but you couldn’t hold in the news as you did a group video chat.

Erica, Monica and Jerry all picked up. Grumpy and tired but you didn’t care. “Girl you better be dying, calling us at the ass crack of dawn.” Monica said as she laid back down.

“I don’t even think the lord is awake listening to prayers right now.” Erica comments as she yawns. “It’s not like the lord listens to you anyways E.” Jerry says as he fixes his bonnet. “Bitc-”

You interrupt by showing them your ring and they all gasp, fully awake. “Oh my god!!”

“Girl! Are you for real?! Tell me you’re for real!”

“Please make sure your wedding is gonna have an open bar because we have to turn up!”

All of your friends were excited as you smile.

“We’re setting the date for next year, I want to plan it in Black Coast Island. I want everyone to come and I know this isn’t traditional, but can you guys be my bridesmaids Jerry you’d be my groomsman.”

They all say yes without hesitation. “Girl

I gotta make sure my stuff if packed I’ll call y’all later.” Monica gets up saying turning on her light.

“Girl the wedding ain’t until next year.” Eric’s tells her. “Okay? I like to be early now see you all later.” She hangs up with hangs up the entire call and you laugh sending them a talk to you later text.

After you finish cleaning up you step out of the bathroom only to see Miguel standing there with his hands above the door frame.

This man, this fine ass man is really going to be your husband next year? Jesus!

“Good morning, princesa.” Miguel says as he cups your face and kisses your lips. “Mmm,

Good morning, handsome.” He leans you against the wall, biting your lip and resting his head against yours.

“Baby, I need to get ready for work. I’m going in later.” Miguel shakes his head and engulfs you in his arms. “Call out, amor. I want to spoil you today.” He says as he pouts. “Don’t do that, you know I’m weak when you do that.”

“Please? For me, mi corazón?” He begs. You almost crack, but you buried your face in his and shake your head. “I have to go, it’s going to be busy because of the dinner tomorrow.” You look up and Miguel was still pouting.

“Okay, but I have you for another two more hours let’s go back to sleep.” You shake you head. “No, because three hours ago you said that and I wound up with my legs behind my head.” Miguel bites his bottom lip smiling.

“I didn’t know you were that flexible, amor. We should try that position more often.” He goes to pick you up but you deadweight yourself and step back. “Come on, let’s get ready, I know you have work today too.” You pat his chest and he huffs.

“Fine, me prepararé ahora.” You get on tippy toe and kiss his cheek. “If it helps you can pick me up after work.” Miguel’s eyes lights up after that suggestion. “Sí! Eso será perfecto! I’m going to take you somewhere special. And don’t ask where it’s a surprise.” You smile up at him and nod. “I wasn’t going to ask, now where did you put my dress?” You ask standing there in his shirt. “If I get it for you, can I get fifteen minutes?”

“Miguel! You know you don’t do anything in fifteen minutes.” You tell him. “This will be fifteen minutes, I promise.” You sigh but tell him yes. He points up and your dress was on the ceiling hanging by his web. “You really let those webs do their own thing.” You comment as he takes it down for you. “I know, and now…” Miguel hands you the dress and he holds you close. You expect him to try something but he doesn’t. He just holds you close and rests his chin on the top of your head.

“I love you so much. So so much. You really are the best thing that’s happened to me, Tommie.” He says as he hums a familiar tune. “I love you too, Miguel.” You say as you smile and hold him tight.

If there was one thing Miguel knew, he knew how to show you he loved you even with a fifteen minute hug….

••••

“Mr Stark your wife is on the line.” You tell your boss and he quickly picks up the phone. Smiling like a child. “Hi…” He breathes out his greeting and you take that moment to leave his office before he tries to pile on more paper work in the last hour.

As you walk past you see Gregory and stop. “Gregory I’m going to head out for a quick bite, did you want anything?” He just gives you a polite smile and shakes his head. “No thank you, Miss Valentine. My wife is bringing me lunch today.”

“Oh, well I hope you enjoy your lunch. And please tell your wife I said hello.”

“I sure will. And congratulations.” You pause and Gregory points to your hand. “Oh, yes my fiancé proposed last night. And thank you so much.”

“Well I’ll let you go so you can get your food, do bring a jacket it’s a bit cold today.” You thank him for his suggestion and you go to your office and grab your light jacket.

Once outside you slip on your jacket and head to the cafe across the street. You’re thinking about getting a chocolate croissant and a Carmel matcha with extra cold foam.

As you walk someone collides into you. “Oh I’m so sorry.” You know the voice and you give her a fake smile, ignoring her apology. “Dana, what brings you here?”

“I’m just here because my father sent me in to make sure you and your boss will be coming tomorrow.”

Hmm that could’ve been an email or phone call? What is her game?

“Really? You came all this way?” You ask. “Well that and I wanted to get some shopping down in Boho. This one place Rino’s shoes company has the best shoes. You must come.” She reaches for you but you move out of her reach.

“I must decline, I’m just grabbing some food and then I’ll be heading back to work. And I as well as my boss will be showing up at the charity event.” You say being civil.

Why does she keep trying to take you places?

You wonder as you look at her body language. She looks annoyed?

“I’m sure your boss will be bringing his wife. Will you be bringing your boyfriend?” She said boyfriend as if it was an insult. “Actually I’ll be bringing my fiancé.” You flash her your ring and you see her eye twitch.

Good.

“Oh, congratulations. You lucky lucky girl.” She says through clenched teeth. You know this news is eating her up inside. “Well, I must go. Got stores to shop, money to spend. See you tomorrow, Tommie.” She turns on her heels and you smirk knowing you pissed her off with your ring.

On second thought you were going to get a Mediterranean club sandwich too with your meal. You stroll inside of the cafe ready to eat like a brand new woman.

When your day was finally done and you get reminded about the charity event dinner yet again, you wait outside for Miguel. “I wonder where he’s taking me?” You ask yourself as you check your phone.

Come to the alley way, amor.

You look down the alley and then back at the text.

Miguel, I’m staying right here, it’s dark and scary down there.

He replies back almost instantly.

Amor the only scary thing in this alley way is me. Come please.

You huff and slide your phone back into your pocket and you start walking down the alley way.

“Miguel?” You call out as you keep walking. “Miguel, if I get kidnapped I’m blaming you.” You say out loud. “I would never let that happen to you, amor.” You turn and Miguel was in his spider suit hanging upside down. You decide to be a little funny.

“Excuse me Mr Spider-Man sir but I’m looking for my fiancé. He’s suppose to be here but all I see is you.” Miguel lands in front of you and you can’t help but feel a smile playing across your face. “Is that so? Well your fiancé told me to come in his place. He figured you needed a better bodyguard.”

“I don’t know, Mr Spider-Man. My fiancé is a big guy I feel like he could beat you up.” Miguel scoffs and backs you up against the building wall. “Let him try.” He leans in and his mask only moves away from his lips. “Como estuvo tu dia hermosa?”

You lean up and pull him down to kiss him but stop just enough for an inch to be between your lips. “My day was good, how was yours?” You don’t mention Dana because this was a moment between the two of you. And you knew mentioning her would ruin the mood. “Fue genial porque me desperté siendo el prometido de alguien.” He gives you a kiss and wraps his arms around you. “Mmm, hold on tight and close your eyes.” You do as you’re told and you hear Thwip sound as your feet leave the ground. You hold onto Miguel for dear life.

You don’t know how long he was web slinging but you were grateful to finally land. “Sit right here and then open your eyes, amor.” You listen and after you sit down you open your eyes.

You were on a roof top that was overseeing all of Nueva York. You gasp as Miguel sits down next to you. “Do you like it?” Miguel asks as his mask leaves his face. “I love it, I absolutely love it. How often do you come here?” You ask as you look over at him.

He was staring off into the distance and he nods. “I came here when I first became Spider-Man. At first it was just to watch over the city. But now I like to come here and think…it’s funny I came here the day I saw you. I was up here for five hours trying to think of what I could say to you.”

“You were that nervous?” You ask crossing your legs. “Amor, you might not see yourself this way but you make me nervous. You are and still the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. So yes, I was that nervous.” He gives a chuckle and you look at him. “You know, when we first spoke I thought you didn’t like me. I guess it was the way you spoke to me.”

“Yeah, I was nervous. You looked really pretty in that skirt and blazer. I…kind of followed you that day. Just to make sure you made it to work safely.”

“Hmm I was wondering how you just ended up coming to the cafe when I was there. But I’m glad you did. I’m glad you picked up my water bottle and and I’m glad you showed up at the club that night because now look at us? We’re getting married next year.” You lean your head on Miguel’s broad shoulder and he kisses four head. “Baby, I know I asked you for a promise. But I have one more, if that’s okay.”

“I’m sure you’ll ask me more promises, amor. But yes, what is the promise?” You find his hand and hold it. You feel the calluses on his hands and smile. “When we have kids, and if either of them have your gift, please make sure you take them under your wing and train them. Make sure they know the ropes and…well I just hope when we become parents they think we’re cool. I hope they think I’m cool.” Miguel squeezes your hand and he gets on top of you. “I think you’re cool.”

You giggle and wrap your arms around him. “Well I think you’re the coolest, Mr O’Hara.” You tell him as you look up into his pretty eyes. “Miguel, you really are a beautiful man.” You touch his face and the two of you end up kissing.

Once the kissing session was over, Miguel was breathing heavy. “You know…” You sit up a little and shake your head. “Miguel how is it that a few hours ago, you and I were having the most unholy sex and now you’re up for it again?”

“I can’t help that you bring this out of me. But I’ll behave for you.” He nudges his nose against yours and you sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I think you’re addicted to me.”

“No no soy, Tommie.” He says as he settles between your legs. “Yes you are, Miguel. And that’s okay. But just know there isn’t an AA meeting on quitting me.”

“Let’s say I am addicted to you, why would I want to quit you?” You shrug and trail a finger down his chest. “You know I don’t think we’ve ever done it with you in the suit and mask.” You say thinking about it. “Sounds like someone is addicted to me.”

“I am, I am addicted to you. But there’s more.

I’m addicted to your touch, your scent, your taste.” Your hand goes down and you touch his bulge. “Fine, I am addicted to you. But if we’re going to do this in the suit then we’re going to pull out all the stops.”

Miguel sits up he makes a large and intricate web pattern in the corner of the roof top. He helps you up and he web slings to the center of the web pattern. You sit there and he puts his mask back on.

“This design is cute.” You comment as you move to look at the center. He webs up and hangs upside down. “I don’t know what it is, but having you in my web is just, tan sexy para mí.” You get on your knees and touch the bottom half of his mask.

“I want to try something.” You tell Miguel as you lean in. Miguel moves the bottom half of his mask so his lips were exposed. You kiss him and he returns the kiss. You moan a bit as Miguel lets his tongue in. When you end the kiss you smile greatly. “Always wanted to do that.” You comment as you stare at his plump lips.

“Glad that I could do that for you, amor. But now I want to do something. Just sit still.” Miguel takes his mask off and he webs your jacket away and he then webs away your blouse.

You cup yourself and give Miguel a look. “It is a little chilly up here you know.” Miguel smiles as he lands beside you. “Oh I can tell you’re cold.” He says staring at your chest.

Your teeth chatters a bit and he moves in close to you. “Mi pobre bebé. Te ves frío. Aquí déjame calentarte. You just get so cold easily.” Miguel gets on top of you making you lay back. “You just love keeping me warm, huh?” You unclasp your bra and ask him if he could web it for you and he does making sure all of your things were webbed together.

“You are a masterpiece, princesa.” Miguel slides his hand into your pants and panties. You play with your breasts a little as he rubs your clit. You give a breathy moan as you pinch your nipples.

“Dejame ayudarte con eso.” Miguel moves your left hand and he sucks that breast.

“Just like at the camp…you were cold, amor. This time I’m going to make you sweat.” He pulls your pants and panties off of you and he takes off his suit.

He continues to play with you which gives you an idea. With your free hand you reach down and grip him. He thrusts in your hand as you open your legs and feel him move the hood of your clit back and teases just the head. You release your other breast and you move Miguel so his back was against the web.

You stroke him with both of your hands and Miguel continues to reach for you but you move and focus on him. You lean down and you take him in your mouth, causing him grip the back of your neck and guides your head quickly.

You loved it when he was a little rough during sex, and to know now that you’re going to have this all the time, made you dripping wet.

You let him fuck your face as you relax your throat so you don’t gag. You hear Miguel’s light whimpers and you make sure your mouth was at the base. “S…stop, amor.” He begs you. You release him from your mouth and you mount him.

“What’s wrong, baby? I thought you were going to make me sweat?” You make sure your pussy was against the head of his dick and you slide up the length as he holds your hips. His eyes were low as if he were high on something.

Then again he was high off of you. You go to slide him inside but move and you stroke him with just your wet lips. Miguel’s head rolls back and he grips your hips with his nails.

“No juegues conmigo niña. Get on this dick and ride me.” Miguel says as he moves you forward. The command in his voice made you almost come right then and there.

He slips in easily and you placed your hands on his chest, keeping yourself upright and you move your hips with his help. Miguel’s hands slowly moves to your ass and he stares at you, like he’s about to go crazy.

But he’s calm, which makes your heart rate rise. He slaps your ass a little which makes you shiver as you move your hips and lean down to kiss him. He stops you however and smirks. “Now I’m going to make you sweat.” He webs your hands above you and he moves your ass faster as he thrusts up.

His eyes rolls back as you tug at the webbing because you wanted to touch Miguel. You needed to touch him while he fucked you like this.

“Te haré sudar, mi amor. Te haré sudar.” He says as he grips your hips tighter. You know you’re going to be bruised and sore after this. Miguel was staring up at you and you let out a moaning request for him to cut the webs.

“No.” Was all he said as he reaches down and rubs you. “Ahora ven por mí.” He tells you which causes you to bite your bottom lip and make a huge mess on his dick and pelvis.

He leans up and he kisses your neck. “Mmm, no you’re not sweating enough for me, amor.” He moves you up he gets behind you. “Mi-baby what are you doing?” You ask feeling a bit weak.

“Oh I’ve worked up quite the appetite so I’m going to feast on this back here.” He parts your ass and you feel his tongue.

Fuck this felt sinful. The way this man could tongue both of your holes, made you want to speak in tongues.

You feel him make your back arch and your body clenched up tight as you try to yank that webbing off of your hands.

His tongue was doing wonders in your ass and against your lips. “Miguel….Miguel baby, I’m gonna come again. I’m gonna come.” You moan out as he licks deeper. He moans as he shakes his head and you just whimper as your come drip down your leg.

Miguel places his chin against your shoulder and he bites your ear. “My pretty little soon to be wife, seems sweaty. But maybe I should try one more thing.”

You were tired but this man made you want more, all because you are addicted to him. He turns your face to him and he kisses you, you taste yourself on his tongue and that gets you moaning. As he goes to touch your cunt you jerk because it’s tender and sensitive.

“Qué pasa, mi amor? Is it sensitive? Do you want me to stop?” You shake your head because you didn’t want him to stop. “I know you don’t, I know you can take my touch. I know you can take anything I give you.” He rubs you again and your legs twitch. You close your eyes and with just two strokes to the clit you come again for the third time. Making you just hang there.

Miguel chuckles and he kisses your temple, letting you down from the web. “Are you warm, amor?” You give a grunted yes and he laughs. “I’m sorry, mi vida. But I told you I’d make you sweat.” He wraps you in his arms and he lays with you. “Estás feliz?” He asks as you two watch the sun set.

“Of course I am. Are you?” He gives you a look. “I am the happiest man right now because of you. Actually I’ll be happy the day we say I do.” You two lay there in silence but ten minutes later you sit up and poke Miguel in the center of his chest. “Yes amor?”

“Can we g…go home. Now I’m really freezing.” Miguel quickly gets up and he helps you get dressed….

••••

“I really don’t want to go.” You moan as you look through your closet and take another gulp of your green juice. “Why don’t you just not go then?” Erica asks as she plays with a piece of string with Milo.

“Because my boss will be pissed with me if I don’t go and I don’t know about you but I don’t want to be on Howard Stark’s shit list.” You reply as you pick up a black dress. “Not that one. What about that white one?” Erica points out as she lets Milo play with the string fully.

“I don’t know about that o-” Erica gets up and she plucks that dress off of the hanger and holds it up against your body. “Yeah, this’ll make that little uppity bitch sweat. I bet you she’s gonna wear some outlandish dress so she stands out and everyone is going to be wearing black. You’ll stand out and make sure your fiancé, ah I can’t believe you two are getting married, anyways make sure he wears something that makes him look like he just stepped out of Milan or something. Wait! Wait! I see the vision! Hold on!” Erica runs out of the room and you look at Milo as he stares up at you.

“That’s your mama, Milo I don’t know what she’s doing either.” You look back at the dress and walk over to your mirror. The dress did look pretty and you knew it would turn heads.

“Alright, I got the edge control. I got the hair jewelry, and I got the makeup. When you want this to happen?” Erica asks as she stands there at your door. “I have to go shower first, so let me do that. And the dinner isn’t even until eight tonight.”

“Okay, you don’t have that much time. I wanna make you look cute. Now hurry and shower I need to set up my stations. Milo, baby you might wanna leave I might get carried away and give you some straight backs.” Milo immediately leaped off of your bed and ran out making the both of you laugh. You go to the bathroom and get ready for your shower.

You made sure your hair was in place and your dangle earrings were on. “If you’d let me give you some lashes then you’re-” You stop Erica right there. “No, I let you put lashes on me one time our senior year and I almost lost an eye.”

“Girl, beauty is pain. Plus you’re being dramatic.” You narrow your eyes at her. “I had a corner of a lash stuck in my eye and when I yanked it out that thing was bleeding.”

“Monica would’ve kept those lashes on.” Erica comments as you slide on your heels. “Monica would’ve gotten drunk and lost those lashes.” You retort. “Yeah, you’re right she would’ve. Can I just say I am going to miss you when you get married?”

You turn to Erica and you see she looked a bit sad. “Erica, you do know that we’re still gonna hang out right?” She shrugs. “I know, but like you won’t be living here anymore. Why do I have to be so damn emotional today? Got me crying in this bitch.”

You walk over to her and you hug her. “Awe E. Don’t think like that. I’m always going to be there for you and we can still have our sleepovers if you want. And think of this, say we have our own kids in the future, we can literally have our kids grow up and be best friend like us.” She pouts and hugs you back.

“That sounds nice. I’d like that. But you need to hurry up and have my niece or nephew, because I’m pregnant now.” You let go of her and you look at her stomach.

“W? Wait! What?” Erica nods and you both scream. “Are you serious? How many months?” You ask as you hug her again. “Well I’m not too far along only two months. Dennis is terrified but, I want this baby. I want to be more than a cat mom.”

You look down at her barely bump stomach and you kneel. “Hi in there. I’m your Auntie Tommie. Wait this baby’s ears aren’t even developed yet. Oh well. Hi! When you’re born I’m going to take you to your first science museum! And your mom! She’s going to so much fun, but don’t let her put lashes on you until you’re at least twenty-five.” Erica laughs and you see tears running down her face.

“T, you have no idea how happy I am that you’re my sister from another mister.” You stand up and you hug her. “I’m glad I’m your sister too. And you and Dennis are going to be the best parents. Oh my god we have a baby shower to plan, but before that a gender reveal. Did you tell Monica and Jerry? Oh god this baby is going to get so spoiled, can I buy them their first science set?”

“T! Calm down. This kid isn’t even here yet. But I’m happy they have this love right now. And no I haven’t told Monica and Jerry yet. I will but for now let me just…” She pins your hair up with a clip that looks like a spider with a red gem in the center. “Perfect.” She turns you so that you’re facing the mirror and you gasp.

“Erica, thank you…” She kisses the side of your head. “Hey don’t go crying wide head. I don’t need you messing up my masterpiece.” She hugs you and that’s when you hear knocking.

“That must be Miguel. I’ll tell you all about the dinner. Especially the juicy stuff. You tell her as you grab your things on your way out of your room. “Only tell me if you sock Dumb-Dana in the mouth. Have fun!” Erica calls out to you as you head out the door.

Miguel was wearing a handsome dark blue suit with a ruby red shirt underneath. “You look, muy guapo.” You say as you smooth down his collar. “Gracias mi amor. You look amazing.” You accept the compliment and you two have small talk while getting to Miguel’s car.

Once in the car you turn to him as he lets the car warm up. “So Erica is expecting.” You tell him. “Congratulations to her and Dennis, I’m sure they’ll do a great job by their baby.”

“Yeah, I know they’ll be great parents. I can’t wait to meet that little person. And tell them how cool their mom is. It’s so great that there’s these big life events happening to us.”

“The future is going to be full of wonderful things, I’m sure.” Miguel pulls out of his parking spot and when you check the time you see you two have twenty minutes to get to Le Rose.

“How are you feeling, amor?” Miguel asks as he makes a right turn. “How do I feel about tonight or how I feel about having to be in the same room as Dana D’Angelo?”

“Ambas.” He answers. You sigh. “I feel good because of my outfit…so this is random but I seen Dana the other day and she seemed pissed about seeing my engagement ring. I had to gloat a little with that. So knowing that she will see you with me tonight makes me feel good too.”

“When you seen her, did she say why she was there?” Miguel sounded a bit off so when you look at you you see him staring hard ahead of him. “Just to make sure that Mr Stark and I were still going to the charity event…oh she has this thing where she keeps inviting me out. I always tell her no but she seemed adamant on me going with her.”

You see Miguel gripping the steering wheel and you place your hand on his. “Hey, if I did something wrong I’m sorry.” He shakes his head. “No amor, you didn’t do anything wrong but when we get there I’m going to have a talk with Dana.”

“Miguel you do-”

“No, she needs to know her place when it comes to you. I’m getting tired of her bullshit and she needs to know that I never nor will I ever want her.” He says in a cool tone. You feel as if what he just said had another meaning to it and you want to ask but you don’t want to upset him more than he is.

Tonight is going to be interesting…

As you two step inside and give your names you frown at the decor. “Why pumpkins?” You ask out loud. “Ah, Tommie, I’m so happy you could make it.” Mrs Stark says to you as she leans over and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s so nice to see you Maria, is there room at your table?” You ask as Miguel speaks to the bodyguard. “Of course, there’s always room for you. And oh my goodness.” She points to your ring and you show her your hand and smile. “Is he?” She looks over at Miguel as he walks over and you tell her yes. “Maria this is my fiancé, Miguel O’Hara. Miguel this is Mr Stark’s wife.”

“You can call me Maria. And I see you two will make a very beautiful couple. If I can give one tiny bit of advice, when you two get married, make sure you two always stay honest with each other. It makes all the difference.”

Miguel just gives a nod and you tell her of course. “Also Tommie our table is by the left corner, it has the big purple pumpkin on it.” You stop her there. “Question why the pumpkin theme?”

“Oh the theme represents the harvesting of souls. At least that’s what the invitation had read. It’s an odd theme but I’ve heard that the D’Angelo family is a bit eccentric. Oh if you two would excuse me I see my son has finally shown up.” Maria Stark walks away and you look around feeling off.

“Amor, let’s get you seated you look a bit ill. We’ll stay only for a while, show our faces and then we can leave.”

“That’s sounds perfect. Maria said the table had a purple pumpkin on it.” The two of you find the table and as you sit down you, Miguel asks a waiter if they can bring you a glass of water.

As you wait you look at the purple pumpkin and frown because why did the theme have to deal with pumpkins?

“Hello Miguel. Tommie.” You look away from the pumpkin and see Dana wearing a bright lime green dress.

Erica was right she would wear something outlandish.

“Dana.” You give her an up down look, not caring if you’re polite. You just feel off and you just don’t know why. “Miss D’Angelo.” Miguel gives a half hearted greeting and she sits down besides him. “I’m so thrilled you two could make it. The night festivities are going to be out of this world. You remember the last time you came with me, Miguel? You had fun.”

“No, I didn’t. Dana you have this thing where you need to control the situation in your favor. And I’m done. You leave my wife and I alone. Now please leave.” Dana gave Miguel such an evil glare it made you feel a bit scared.

Her eyes then land on you and she smiles, but it doesn’t quite meet her eyes. “I have a feeling you’re going to see a whole new side to this monster.” She gets up and you swear you caught a glimpse of green in her eyes.

She walks away and the waiter brings you the glass of water. You take a sip and take a deep breathe. When you go to speak you see Miguel glaring at Dana, she was across the room talking to Tony Stark.

“Miguel stop that.” You tell him. “Lo siento, amor.” He looks away and rubs your arms. “You know what, let’s just go. Maria seen us so we can get away with that.”

“If that is what you want mi corazón then let’s go.” You stand up and your bladder feels heavy. That was definitely from the green juice you had while getting ready earlier.

“I’ll go use the bathroom and then we can go.” You tell Miguel while he stands as well. “Oh I saw a sign that said the bathrooms were down that hall.” Miguel walks you to where the bathrooms are and you start to go inside. “Baby could you grab my purse from the table? I was in a rush.”

“Of course, mi amor. I’ll wait right here when I’ve grabbed it.” You smile at him and you rush inside going into the second stall.

You sigh in relief when you use the bathroom. Once your bladder is empty, you clean yourself up and smooth your dress down. You hear someone enter the bathroom as you exit the stall. You go to wash your hands but you jump as you see Dana standing there with a smile on her face.

“Holy sh-Dana! What the-why are you just standing there?” Where is Miguel? He would never let this girl in here. You wonder as you wash your hands. “Do you like the theme tonight? I did it especially for you.” She says ignoring your question.

You frown looking at her in the mirror. “Okay Dana I’m not in the mood for this. I’m tired and I’m going home.” You turn and she was right in front of you.

How did she move so fast?

“Just answer my question, and you can get some rest I promise.” She says making you feel uncomfortable. “I don’t really think it matters if I like the theme, but it’s not my cup of tea. Pumpkins freak me out ever since-“

“The green goblin.” Her smile seems to widen as you take a step back. “Y..yeah. The green goblin. Look I need to go so-”

Dana swiftly moves so that you’re trapped. “Tommie, I must say for someone who is smart you sure are fucking stupid.”

“Excuse me?” You scowl at her but Dana just keeps smiling. “You heard me. The pumpkins, the color scheme. I swear Scooby doo would know what this all means. But let me give you a hint.” She looks at you and her eyes turn into a pale ghost green.

You jerk back from her letting your back hit the wall. You start to hyperventilate and she moves in. “That can’t be-you can’t be the-”

“I am the Green Goblin and as promised you can get some rest.” Without hesitation, Dana grabs you by the throat and she squeezes causing you to claw at her arms. But her grip was strong. She leans in close to your ear and she chuckles.

“I think it’s time the three of us have a little reunion don’t you think, Tommie?” In one swift move she throws you into the sink knocking you out cold…

Previously, Next

#miguel o’hara #watsittoyah #along came a spider #along came a spider 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x tommie valentine #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x black reader #tommie valentine #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #spiderman smut #spiderman 2099 smut #spiderman 2099 x female reader #marvel #across the spiderverse #oscar issac hernandez estrada #oscar issac smut

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ok uhmm... This is a bit akward🥲 but can you make Bobby x Picky headcanons? Plss I need more content of them😭😭😭 Im starving😭😭😭😭

ALR YALL

LEMME RISE UP FROM HELL TO RESPOND TO ALL THESE AWSOME HEADCANONS!

AFTER A FEW MORE, LIKE A FEW 4 OR SO... I.... I UH... I DON'T KNOW IF I WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE.

TOO MANY HEADCANONS YA'LL.

I DON'T LIKE MAKING YA'LL WAIT DAYS FOR THIS IM SO SORRY

🍎❤️🩷❤️🍎🩷🍎❤️🩷❤️🍎🩷🍎❤️🩷❤️🍎🩷🍎❤️🩷❤️

The chef x the mfer who is putting love potions inside the food.

OKAY- I HAD TO THINK ABOUT THE SHIP NAME FOR SO LONG THAT I THINK I GOT IT. WHAT YA'LL THINK ABOUT ✨FILLING-LOVE✨ AS IN- FEELING LOVE AND FILLING WITH EATING TOO MUCH ARTFSUDHJGFASJDGFALSJDGFAISDHF.

They'd be watching any cooking show that has ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE DRAMA BUT IT WOULD BE FUNNY AS HELL HOW BAD THEY MESS UP THE FOOD TO THEM

Lovey-dovey and sucker for romance pansexual x "that's my lady right there you'll, can't get better than this you guys" lesbian and food enjoyer

Alright, hear me out on this one you guys. Bobby + chocolates + giving them to picky = INSTANT GIRLFRIEND!

Live laugh love country Picky. We all want a home girl to have an Applejack kind of accent. And as for Bobby?... HMMMM... I KINDA WANT HER TO BE FRENCH. IT WOULD MAKE SENSE, RIGHT? (pls, don't go after me in the comments I'm Hispanic-french myself.)

WE ALL KNOW. WE ALL KNOW PICKY GOTTA CARRY MISS LOVERGAL LIKE THE STRONG GIRL SHE IS. SHE GOTTA!!!!

let's all just agree that picky GOTTA snort when she laughs.

I always like to think that Picky is an in-denial hypocrite, especially when it comes to eating. She's the one in the group always scolding everyone for not eating healthy as it is, yet SHE is the one that sneaks on 3 AM in the middle of the night to each last week's cake from Kickin's party. And yet... rather coincidentally and out of pure chances, Bobby is a sucker for sweets too. So they just work each other out in helping each other with eating problems AND/OR trying to make an excuse to eat dessert before dinner.

PDA?... is that even a question with Bobby around?

THEY'RE SO GAY AND IN LOVE IT MAKES ME WANNA GO ARTUYIGFYDSJKAOIGFYUDJSAKJHUFVDBNSDBHJDIOFOAIHSOASJBCKJSDJFKKWJEF-

WAIT OML, THIS IS OUT OF CONTEXT BUT, I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING. WHAT IF BOBBY LIKED GREEK MYTHOLOGY- O H... OH, SHE WOULD ABSOLUTELY ADORE EROS AND PSYCHE. GREAT ROMANCE STORY, I TELL YOU. Well, of course, it gotta be, Eros is literally in the early stages of Cupid's image.

Once again, I bestow before you one of my favourite headcanons; Bobby has separation anxiety. And BECAUSE of that she would be messaging/spamming on Picky phone about where she was, if she would come over, if she wanted HER to come over, if they wanted to hang out, etc. What was Picky doing meanwhile? The simple answer passed out on the floor after thinking it was a good idea to try to mix all fast foods known to man into a single meal.

they're both dumb but they don't know it/know it.

YOU GUYS. EVEN BOBBY WRITES FANFICS ABOUT HERSELF AND HER LOVERS. CHANGE MY MIND. YOU GUYS KNOW IT.

Picky would be so proud of pulling up Cupid herself lmao.

YOU GUYS. 👏BOBBY👏WOULD👏TOTALLY👏BOOP👏PICKY'S👏SNOUT.👏 IT GOTTA HAPPEN. EITHER A BOOP OR A KISS IT'S OUTTA HAPPEN.

I think Bobby would treat this relationship like they were in some romantic novel.

@11sugarplum11 (since you ALSO asked for it! Dw didn't forget about you!)

That's it you guys, maybe I'll be answering a few 4 or less but I'm REALLY stressed about catching up to all the commissions. I hope im not breaking anybody's hopes for all of their headcanons to be answered.

I STILL HAVE 8 MORE TO ANSWER YOU GUYS... PLEASE- I NEED TO FINISH A LOT OF STUFF.

🙏

PLEASE. PLEASE- PLEASE DONT HATE ME YALL PLEASE-

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #poppy playtime 3 #smiling critters #headcanon #picky piggy #bobby bearhug #picky piggy x bobby bearhug #bobby bearhug x picky piggy #STOP UNDERRATED SHIPS

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Ch. 98 // Right Into The Spikes // Day-Off

Contents (Warnings): The chaos of trying to flee Andras (Angst, slight blood and gore warning, soft safe vore, partial fatal vore, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 7,000+ ((THIS CHAPTER TOOK A HOT MINUTE BUT I'M BACK AGAIN, BABBBBYYYYY)

Song I correlate to this Chapter: Too many to recount.

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Lynette

Another startling rumble made my eyes tilt above as if I could see through the ceiling. I could barely make out Zetsu's rough shape and Drake standing beside me. 

"Alexander's probably fighting up there." Drake's voice trembled. 

I clenched my fists, and moved towards where I thought Zetsu was. "Then let's go, I'll get Zetsu." 

Drake bumped his chest into my shoulder and spoke over me. "Don't let him anywhere near you."

I glanced up at his softly glowing hue. "We're going in the elevator. He's going to be near me." 

Drake grumbled, almost as if he hissed at me. "He can walk alone—it should be wearing off soon." He leaned near my face and whispered like it was a threat, "Besides that, you're going to stay by me." 

He quickly pulled back when the ceiling rumbled more. "Damn it, Chase." He dropped down and pushed at Zetsu's shoulder with his own, "Come on, get up, we gotta go."

If he's trusting me enough on this, Zetsu's heart must not sound that bad, right? I wasn't sure how everything was for Drake; all I knew was that humans sounded the strongest to him and that he could tell when people were lying. 

I didn't know if he was bad or good. He never threatened me like everyone else. Zetsu had no reason to try to be nice to me. 

I selfishly didn't want to see more people die, either. 

Zetsu let out a soft groan as he got up. 

"Why didn't you use reversal magic," Drake proded first. 

Zetsu stood up. Whenever he's up, I'm reminded of my 'ruthless' teacher, Garter. Zetsu had the same height and lanky frame.

"I-I can't use magic that well, except slightly altering human cases."

"What?" Drake cackled briefly before realizing Zetsu was serious. "You sure know how to pick them, Lynette." Drake pressed into me from behind and pushed me toward the distant light of the open elevator. "I cannot believe that. Why would Andras want someone who can't even use magic." 

Zetsu muttered as he followed. "He had my brother before, not me."

Drake didn't respond, and he corralled me to the light. "You can tell he's not lying."

Drake let out a grunt, "Yeah. Doesn't mean I'm not trusting him."

As we approached the elevator, the rumbling going off above us again, I looked through the bars of the other cells. When Victoria escorted me down the first time, she used her flames to threaten me to move along and anything else that moved close to the elevator light. 

There are other people or human-cased monsters in the cells. 

"We should help those in the cages too."

Drake snapped at the idea, "No." 

"But-" 

He stopped my rebuttal. "We can barely help ourselves, Lynette." 

I narrowed my brows, "If you were trapped down here and you saw people escaping, wouldn't you hope they helped you, too? We can't leave them down here."

"Yes, we can." 

I gasped, "Drake." I stopped, and he collided with my back. 

I flipped to face him, and he growled. "This isn't the same situation. I can't do anything to protect myself because I'm bound by these cuffs and injected with wolfsbane. Zetsu can't even use magic properly." He bared his fangs at me, "And you are weaponless, magic-less, and too idiotically kind for your own good." He pointed his head to them. "Let's say we let them out, then what? They're starved, and you are the best meal among us. Are you going to offer yourself to them too? You don't even know how good any of them are."

I took a step back. "If they're in cages-"

"It doesn't mean anything. Andras is a psychopath who loves money and is obsessed with rare things. He could grab anyone." Drake pushed into me again. "WE need to get out of here first, then we can deal with everyone else." 

That isn't right. 

"The more people, the better chance of escape?" Zetsu asked. 

Why does that sound like you mean to use them as bait? 

"You're taking us to the top, we're getting Chase, I'm getting out of these cuffs, and I'm killing Andras. Then we can worry about them." Drake answered sharply.

"You shouldn't-"

Right outside the elevator he hissed. "I'm doing what I said, Lynette." 

I held my tongue, and swore in my head. I won't let you, Drake.

...

Alexander

Everything was still a blur without his glasses unless things were in his face.

So, he couldn't make out her figure even after he used 'blink' to be close to her airborne body. The hand he stretched out to stop her grazed her skin. It was only for a second, not long enough to cast anything. 

The inferno of fire raging from her back flapped, and he saw what he believed were her hands spread out. They soon grew into the giant fiery hands that she battered him with the entire time.

She'll crush me between them. His mind quickly jumped to the last trick she hadn't seen him do. It was something he rarely ever used in combat. 

He forcibly size-shifted his body. It increased his reach and allowed one of his hands to grab her face and neck. It stunned her momentarily, enough for her wings to collapse, trying to carry his weight. 

He brought her into himself and threw his other palm at her chest to hit her seal. She ignited her whole body to make him let go. He fought it back and finished. 

In an instant, when he had completed the magic lock on her case, her fire went out. "What- arg-" He twisted her in the air as they fell. She fought to remove his hold until they crashed into the already-formed crater in the charred garden she had made with Alexander prior. 

She was a drakin like Lev, so her durability in her human case compensated for that. Thus, using her as a cushion for their fall didn't damage her. 

She strained to escape him, holding her into his chest. "How the hell did you do that?!" Her wild, scared eyes matched her voice. 

She couldn't stop him at this point—she had no way to break her human case, and for the time being, she had no way to use magic either. 

Alexander dropped her, and before she recovered, he rolled her over and grabbed her hands with one arm. He threw them up into her untamed hair and used the altering properties in creation magic to make her wavy locks intertwine around her wrists like handcuffs. 

He let go, and she couldn't undo her hands from it. "What is this?!"

He didn't answer. Alexander couldn't as he fought to contain his monster form. It felt like it moved under his flesh and pushed at his skin to create an opening. 

I used too much magic. When he used magic he didn't know too well it cost more energy, like the kind he used to get here and temporarily seal hers in her case. 

He couldn't focus anymore, not on the distant sounds or what his opponent yelled about.

He glanced down, finally seeing the woman bit into his hand. She lacked the strength to break his skin. 

I need energy. His thoughts repeated. His senses became warped with the need. If I let myself go, would I get violent? Would my form be docile? Would I go after Lynette?

As his body yearned for energy, his senses heightened further. Typically, his sense of smell was so refined that he could detect subtle details in humans, including whether someone was sickly, pregnant, or even their age.

Now, the once faint scent of his coworker smelled like she was right next to him. It frustratingly made him want to leave this woman here and find Lynette. I'm not here to do that.

His eyes narrowed on his opponent. He moved his hand from her upper body, and she attempted to make a break for it. He got a better hold of her with two hands and brought her to his face. 

"Don't you dare," her threat faintly reached his ears.

His nose scrunched at her smell. He had gotten used to the rancid smell of monsters and hybrids around him, except when his senses were on high alert like this. 

She smells so fucking gross. His stomach revolted at the idea he had. There's no choice. He swallowed hard before moving her closer to his mouth.

She cussed and frantically fought him, attempting to kick under his chin or at his neck. "PUT ME DOWN OR I'LL BURN YOUR INSIDES!"

He tightened his grip on her upper torso, and upon his tongue coming in contact with her, it curled back.

Any being to him besides humans tasted foul, like hot, rotting garbage left out in the sun for a week to cook. 

His repulsed instincts pleaded with him not to have that sour and curdled flavor again. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, fought against it and pushed her in his mouth as much as he could. 

He didn't even have a chance to swallow her yet before his throat involuntarily gagged.

Her overabundance of energy only made her foul taste burn. His hands trembled so much that their grip slowly loosened. He barely kept himself from dropping her. 

The eyes he squeezed together watered as he took his first gulp.

Stop thinking about her taste, damn it. He sometimes wished he didn't taste at all. He always thought everything would be easier if he couldn't enjoy it. Dull, sure, but maybe his senses wouldn't be so desperate to have humans then. 

He pulled her further inside him. Work with me. He begged himself when it tried to reject his 'meal.' 

Her consistent squirming drew his attention more than her muffled yelling did. It dragged on for what he thought was an eternity.

He collapsed onto his knees when he finished. His arms wrapped around his abdomen. To keep his mouth from opening, he bit hard into his lip—two more minutes. 

He gasped and hunched over. He quickly snapped his teeth shut. Unfortunately for him, he could still taste her in his stomach. And it started to squeeze and constrict around her in its pain.

His body denied his request. He felt her coming back up. He tried to stop it, but she tasted the same to him as someone swallowing bile-filled throw-up. 

He released her. 

His stomach contracted in discomfort and relief, making sure every bit of her was out. He still heaved and spat out the left-over saliva with her taste in his mouth.

He got what he needed: a lot of her energy. His body drained from people quickly when it needed to. It didn't take enough to kill her, though. She lay barely conscious on the ground. 

Unable to move with the excess of saliva on her. 

He stumbled to his feet, the feeling of disgust slowly subsiding enough for him to take in more of his surroundings. There still weren't any guards looking over the hole. He didn't know why until his mind finally registered the loud bangs in the distance. His nose also picked up on the faint familiar smell brought down wind by the breeze. 

How the hell did he get here?

...

(Fifteen minutes earlier)

Wicks

The last thing Lynette mentioned was that Alexander had arrived at the mall, and it was his signature that Wicks followed from location to location until he ended up here, at the ridge of a low mountain leading to a valley. 

Alexander can't be dumb enough to think I wouldn't follow him. Meaning, it's worse. 

Upon sliding down the mountain's edge with Garter, the barrier confirmed his theory. 

"That's Andras's Magic," Garter said. He glanced at Wicks, a third icy eye at his forehead. "We should find the weak point." 

Garter jogged further down the valley's border and stopped when Wicks didn't follow. 

His hazel eyes burst with their vibrant gold glow. Wicks closed his fist, pulled it back, coated it with every enhancement he could, and threw it into the dome.

Immediately, a stream of cracks spread across its surface like he was a venomous snake, and his fist was the fangs. 

The dome's heavy resistance measure struggled to infect him back. His arm began to pop with stressed veins.

"AHHHH!" He shouted as he pushed all his weight forward. 

The dome lost and snapped under him. In a misty cloud of dust, it exploded without touching anything.

"Found the weak point." He replied to Garter. 

He peeked at his mangled arm. Red drizzled down it through his popped vessels. He ignored it after and shook it off as it healed. 

His lanky friend followed behind, "we should call it in."

Wicks knew Garter merely said that because of what Wicks had done last time something like this happened. "You call it in and handle the others that might try to escape, okay?" Wicks held up his fist for Garter to tap with his to confirm the plan. 

"I'm going in after," Garter said as he did.  

"I'll have Andras down by then." Although Wicks wanted to smile with that joke and reassure his friend, his emotions refused.  

Andras has been found guilty of selling monsters, not humans. I can't imagine him doing anything that to Lynette. Anxiety squeezed his heart. She's not dead. He has her somewhere deeper inside with another barrier—that's why I can't reach her. 

Wicks usually could follow her tether to him, except here. 

He disregarded it and chose to stay diligent. He would save her.

Wicks marched across the grounds, through the trees, and toward the large building that resembled a hotel. 

A small lake rested ahead of his path, and he strode over the bridge to cross it. His steps, strong and thick, like a stew, soon rested at the center of it.

At the other end, a shirtless titan of a man stood. He blocked the way off the bridge, not that Wicks could jump over him, jump off the bridge, etc. 

"Move or take me to Andras," Wicks said aggressively. 

The burly man didn't respond with words. Half a dozen, what Wicks first thought were limbs sprung up behind his back. He thought the male must have been an Arachne as they faced Wicks and were curved. That quickly changed when those 'limbs' shot at him. 

Each light yellowish-colored 10-inch thick needle went straight at his face and zipped into different angles around him. Some twisting and turning, yet all stayed at his head level. 

Wicks didn't flinch, even as they shot to his head in unison. He remained still, confident his own cloak would break them. They halted centimeters away from touching his cloak. "I won't ask again." Wicks gave his final warning. He figured his lack of reaction to the danger scared the man.

Though, he was mistaken as he smirked at him instead. 

Fine then. Wicks's eyes brightened further as he equipped his enhancements. At that point, the enemy had an understanding, mainly as Wicks shot at the man because he popped open his human case.

Most Magus would attempt to lock a monster's human case back up, though much giant-sized monsters, as Wick's opponent, were challenging for the average Magus. He dwarfed the building behind him, and his body towered over Wicks. It still did little to stop him from slamming his fist straight into the heavily calcified, skeleton-looking monster's front ankle. He shattered through half of it, as it was stronger than Wicks anticipated. The shards that exploded from that area were either partially reduced to dust, or escaped and were recollected again by other needles spouting from the limb. 

Huh. The being Wicks knew was at least ten times his height, then struck into him with that same ankle/shin area. Soon, kicked like a toy in annoyance. 

Upon striking him, the kinetic energy of his opponent was collected in his cloak, so all he took was the throw itself. It sent him airborne, the wind blowing against his back and swooshing through his ears. 

He could see the monstrosity's skull, which looked pretty human, except with sharper features and beartrap incisors, jitter. Its eyeballs spun in their sockets before they landed on him. 

It moved at him as he lost momentum in the air, and its arm came out to swat him down with its hand. 

His eyes darted to the side over its shoulder, and right before he was hit, he used 'blink.' The enemy swatted at the air, and Wicks threw his fist to their neck. 

It opened a hole where he tried, and the air pressure from the hit echoed down its body and out of its partially opening mouth in a loud, deafening whistle. It can control and alter parts of its body at will. Great.

Its eyes glanced down at him, and out of the hole, a plethora of needles sprung out to catch him. They all slammed and washed over his cloak like a wave and split like a rush of toothpicks used as a battering ram against a steel wall. 

However, the larger body on its shoulder only reabsorbed every broken part. 

Not that it mattered. As Wicks built up enough damage with this cloak, he waited until the monster's hand swung up to get him. He pretended he didn't notice and allowed it to clutch around him with its sharpened fingers. The insides of the fingers were sharpened too, like they were all their own knife.

He released his cloak when it firmly had him. Although his cloaks could take a great deal of damage, there was still a limit to how much damage they could take. If they took too much they'd break on their own. So a controlled one like this was best.

The monster's hand pulped first, followed by the rest of the right side of its neck. 

He regenerated a new cloak and repeated this process a few times, whittling it down and occasionally allowing himself to be struck to build it up. 

After what felt like hours, he had to create space between it and himself. He stood his ground in front of it, huffing. His damage was working. Despite it's decreasing size, it'd take forever to destroy at his current rate. He couldn't create a fusillade strong enough to break it in one hit. The bones themselves were malleable to the creature and solid to anything else that struck them.

I'll run out of energy before I kill him at this point. Wicks thought. 

He hadn't assessed any weak spots. The eyes disappeared when he tried to strike them, and he couldn't collect its energy from the bones. So, your core's deep inside, surrounded by your energy. He stayed idle too long. The bones erupted from the ground. He barely cloaked himself before they all struck. He dodged the rest and ran forward. 

If I can't hit your eyes directly, I wonder if you have a mind in there. He used 'blink' again and ended up high above its head. Wicks shifted his 'gravity,' something he learned from a particular cocky nuisance, and came down along with his enhancements. 

The head caved in, as expected, to reveal no brain. The light, however, allowed him to see further down its thick neck for bones—there was something fleshy deeper inside.

ARGH. He groaned internally. Wicks pushed back before the skull could skewer him and landed on the destroyed parts of the bridge. The monstrosity tripped back and into the side of the building. It collapsed under his dense weight, and the monsters hiding in the lobby made a break for it. You're about to have quite a lot of them, Garter. Wicks thought. 

Most of them broke their cases and scattered. Many monsters weren't that much taller than 30 feet, and though he had whittled the monstrosity down, it still rained superior to those evacuating. 

Wicks would have attacked again but didn't dare jeopardize more of the building he believed held his sister. I still can't sense her. And that hesitation is what allowed it to attack everything that ran.

Its bones broke into their bodies. Wicks strangled his gaze on them. Not every blow would have killed the monsters, most missed their vital organs. Or, that's what Wicks believed. Something happened that he hadn't discovered the skeleton monster could do. All the bones it sent into others, fused with theirs and fused theirs all together. And in one foul swoop, it ripped their skeletons from their bodies. 

The corpses were reduced to gooey mounds of flesh and organs that were barely distinguishable from one another.

Those had to be Andras's clients and those that man worked with. What the hell.

Wicks couldn't believe he'd absorb their bones without an ounce of remorse. It didn't even bat an eye as it went to attack him more. 

His mind glossed over. The lack of consideration or hesitation threatened him. Lynette could have met this thing. Wicks could be fighting it while it's using part of her. He might have even dusted her bones. 

His anger bellowed into a frenzy, and he expanded what he barely had. Battering what he could while taking what it threw at him. He knew he couldn't let it break his cloak and worm into his body—he'd end up like the others if it did. 

His heart felt like it would explode. Every breath was labored, and erratically strained. The monster still had more energy than Wicks and took time to feast on the corpses below to get more. It swallowed them up quick, in between parts of their fight.

It's going to be disgusting, but I have no choice. I'll run out of energy before it does at this rate. 

He hadn't met many monsters that could withstand him, especially after how much damage he threw out. 

He noticed something fiery in the air. Another enemy?! He couldn't handle another. As the monstrosity definitely recognized her. Its vision stuck to her and hers to it. 

GOOD. Wicks said as he exhaled and threw himself up; he 'blinked' in front of it's face. It had gotten used to him doing so, which made everything more complicated for Wicks, yet this time, it didn't react to reach him. It remained on the girl and turned its body like it wanted to help her. 

Wicks didn't care, he'd use this advantage. He slammed his fist down into its teeth. Its mouth burst with his power, and he threw himself inside as it reformed. 

It wasn't slick, and this part still lacked anything with flesh. That's further down its throat. Rows of teeth overtook its mouth, even along the roof and where a tongue should be. They all came down on Wicks when it slammed its jaw shut. 

His cloak was weaker to conserve his energy, so the sudden snap brought him down and started to puncture into it. Its points pushed at the material, almost stabbing into him on all sides; his head and chest were the most protected. Regardless, if any of it got to his other limbs, his bones would be in jeopardy. 

The monstrosity continued grinding at his body, excited to make him a fine paste. 

I have to break it, but if I don't make it, I'm screwed. It was his last resort. He could teleport out of this situation and run, though if he did, he didn't know if he'd find this assailant later. They could have killed his sister, they could go after Garter, or she could be inside the building, and it will kill her as a resource after.

This ends now. Wicks made his cloak blow up. It broke enough for him to escape, and against everything he knew, to fall further down it's esophagus.

He slipped down into the darkness, his eyes glowing part of the way. They illuminated the pulsating dark purple flesh below. Great! He didn't get a chance to reach it as the bones in it's throat slammed against his arms, crushing them. He cussed, knew he had little time left, and quickly kicked off his shoe. He could feel the flesh at the back of his calf. It created blocks above, enough to snap his arms but not snap them off completely so the needles could be injected inside.

He got his sock off and yelled in a mixture of excruciating pain and satisfaction as he slammed his foot into the flesh to take it's energy. "SUCK IT, CABRÓN!"

He rapidly drained the monster, and its bones let go of his arms. It at least allowed them to heal as he slipped deeper. The monster moved around outside as the acidic hot air funneled up into Wicks's nose and burned his eyes.  

He didn't expect it to let him go before he blew it from the inside. I'm not landing in your acid! Wicks shouted in his head as he used the energy he absorbed while it was disoriented and weak to create an explosive blast. 

It illuminated everything in an unavoidable detonation. The gunk was expelled everywhere, along with it's bones. Wicks felt his first breath of fresh air as he was flung out and crashed to the ground. 

His body was covered in its slickness and partial acid that didn't seem to burn; if anything, it sizzled away being exposed to the air like this.

Its skull was on the floor near him, no longer jittering.

His victory was short-lived. As the sky drizzled with his opponents bones, he could see the building he assumed his sister was in was littered with the fragments as well.

I can sense her. She was so close. Please be okay, Lentils, I'm coming.

...

Alexander

Alexander figured the C.P.P.A. must be involved now. That's what he thought knowing Wicks was in the picture. I'll leave her to them, then. He thought as she couldn't do much damage in her current state.

As he struggled to follow Lynette's scent as he figured she'd know where Drake was. He climbed from the hole and as he got to his feet, dark shadows appeared across the ground. Each varying in size, only getting bigger and wider as whatever creating them approached.

He scanned up, seeing dozens of what looked to be giant quills? raining from the sky. His eyes flicked immediately to the crater. Shit. He threw himself down the hole and created a barrier over the top, while he shielded her with his body.

The sounds of the raining destruction whistled around him. He could hear them shattering windows, tearing up the ground around them, distant trees collapsing as they've been sliced, as well as feel a few strike his barrier.

In her daze she hissed at him, "your stupid, helping your enemy. I could kill you."

He didn't acknowledge her. He didn't care what she had to say.

There was a crack from above, as one heavy 'quill' slammed down into his barrier. It didn't fully break it, but it slid inside enough to cut his cheek, though it's point never reached her.

Her yellow eyes slowly and lazily looked back and forth, from the sky to and at the fragment that penetrated the interior and partially cut Alexander.

While her eyes focused on him, a drop of his blood fell, right over upper cheek, near her right eye.

"H-he never uses this many bones." Her voice weakly whispered.

He didn't know what she was talking about. Though those coming from above seemed to be slowing to a stop, and the blood droplet fell down the side of her cheek.

"It-it wasn't...T-Terrance." her voice hiccupped. She narrowed her eyes on Alexander and yelled out through her strained vocals. "I'LL KILL YOU; WE'LL KILL ALL OF YOU!"

And with a final burst of weak, pitiful flames from her mouth, she fainted.

...

(Five minutes earlier)

Lynette

The elevator shook when Zetsu got in. Whatever was happening outside hadn't stopped. 

"Hurry up," Drake impatiently snarled to the boy as he pressed in the code.

I'd be the same in Drake's position if I knew Wicks got involved, for my sake. 

Zetsu pressed the button, and the door shut. I'll tell Wicks about all this when we escape, then the C.P.P.A. can get involved and help them. 

I didn't assume everyone down there was bad; after all, they were reticent and didn't say anything wrong to us. My heart twinged briefly. I hope they weren't trained to be like that. 

The thought disgusted me. Not that this whole scenario didn't. If we can't escape- I refused to continue that thought. We're going to. I didn't want to poke holes in this plan, especially not over the fact that I didn't know how we'd help Alexander if he was fighting. I couldn't do anything without a weapon, even if I had one; I've only been training with it for three weeks. 

It wasn't long before I perked at the ding. Drake raced to the giant windows overlooking the back while Zetsu slowly followed. Drake threatened him before we got on the elevator. He didn't think I heard him threaten to kill Zetsu if he ran away. 

I walked out of the elevator and into the lightless office. Andras might be out there with Alexander, too. "We should try to leave through the windows," I shouted, walking toward the desk. 

Then, something moved out of the corner of my left eye. The figure was too quick to register. They got behind me before I said another word.

Their hand wrapped firmly under my chin and the other at my left shoulder. I couldn't move because of the looming threat that they'd snap my neck if I did.

"You took a long time, Zetsu. I was waiting." Andras's voice hummed. His warm breath harshly caressed my lower neck along with his fangs.

Drake turned, and because of the current state of his bangs, I saw his eyes widen and then focus on us.

Why didn't I run out with them? 

I blamed myself as Zetsu reached a timid hand out from the middle of the room. "Don't hurt her too."

Drake flinched when Andras's attention shifted to him instead. 

"Do you think you can reach me before I get a proper taste of her, Flawless?" His lips pressed at the dip between my neck and shoulder.

I didn't have a chance to do anything as the next thing I knew, the pain exploded there. 

His teeth easily tore through my flesh as Drake darted to us. He was too far to stop it. 

My mind couldn't concentrate on anything else but the searing pain that compelled me to yell. It felt so hot and like the slightest movement in my left arm would make it collapse and split from my body.

Though, soon, he let me go. He threw me forward and himself back. I didn't understand why. I was still alive, wasn't I? Only when I saw the object overtaking the window did I understand. 

It broke through instantly, shattering the glass and coming right for me. I swore I heard something as it did, perhaps my name? And someone laughing. Probably Andras.

And without my feet properly planted, I moved again. Farther from the object, someone else traded places by yanking me by my right arm and throwing me toward Drake.

The loud shatter of the wall was the next thing that entered my ears as soon as my body collapsed into his.

Drake ordered something about holding. My left felt too numb to move, so I gripped his shirt with my left. Or everything felt numb. I couldn't tell.

The floor shook below us and broke. I barely clung to Drake's front as we fell. After we hit the bottom, he had to have gotten me off of himself because now he was huddled over me.

His body struggled to keep me safe with his arms still bound. He stopped and might have reached me. From what I could tell from the soft pillars of smoke and light, little of it collapsed near us. 

The heated stings slowly returned, increasing with every beat of my heart. It's like I could hear it thumping in my ear. I turned my head to look at it.

"Move," Drake said as he leaned toward my wound.

I didn't want him to bite me. My wound was getting worse, feeling worse. 

I cried out with strained breaths as his tongue strode across it. My eyes welled up, not that their heat even matched the searing pain coming from near my neck.

"STOP!" My voice squeaked. 

It didn't matter what I said—he didn't. My left arm couldn't move, so I pushed at him weakly with my right. I kept doing so until the pain started to leave, and the numbing returned. Everything just feels so cold now. I struggled to see. Don't close. Don't close. I begged my eyes. 

"I'm going to bite you," Drake warned softly. "My venom will increase your blood reproduction, so you'll compensate for what you lost and heal it faster." 

My head wouldn't nod, and my chapped lips didn't move. All I knew was that he didn't bring his head back up before I passed out. 

...

Drake

He felt stupid. Alexander meant the world to him—he was no less than a brother to Drake. He cared about him as much as he did his own family. 

That's why he needed to get to him and why it distracted him once he left the elevator.  

I should have known that demon would stay behind. 

Drake knew Andras would kill her. Not right away; he'd make Drake suffer through it first and, in turn, Lynette, too. 

He couldn't reach her before Andras took his first bite. 

He was familiar with being torn into, the sounds, the pain, his own flesh visible between their teeth. Despite that, he hadn't seen it happen to someone else. The utter torment twisted on their face, the deafening sound of their cry, and feel of failure for not preventing it. 

His mind hadn't even processed that it was human blood oozing from her wound; he was too caught up in the fact that it was Lynette about to be killed because of him.

His legs almost buckled to beg Andras not to take another bite because he wouldn't reach her in time. And if he did, Drake had no way to take her from him.

Something else snatched his attention. The room overswelled with darkness. His eyes saw the impending spike burst through the glass. "Catch." Drake turned to see Andras toss Lynette toward it. 

NO!

Zetsu finally moved. He was closest to Lynette and Andras. He yelled her name, clasped her arm, and threw her at Drake. The spike slammed into him instead. 

Drake growled at her to grab him since he couldn't hold her into himself. She did as the floor collapsed from the massive piece breaking through it. 

Drake strained to curl what he could around her, and his back struck first against the ground with tiny pieces of rubble poking at his back. His eyes weakly glanced up to see more parts of the floor coming down. He moved his hips, legs, and shoulders to flip her off himself and hunched over her to protect her. 

Unfortunately, it forced him to be near her open, gushing wound. Her clothes were soaked down her left side. And the longer he was exposed to its aroma, the harder his already possessive addiction was to ignore. 

In most instances, he'd cuss and yell about it. And move past it by fixating on wanting to rip Andras's head slowly from his own body. However, his instincts had a point to their reaction in this situation.

She'll die if I don't bite her. 

Drake told her not to move when things calmed down. Not that his words helped. She kept squirming and gasping to breathe in her distress. Drake knew her adrenaline was wearing off. 

I should numb it first. His mouth began to produce the saliva that would numb an area to anything but his kind.

Drake leaned closer and ran his tongue around the edges of her wound first. She cried out. I know it hurts. He worked to coat it properly despite her anguished protests.

He lifted his head to tell her what he was about to do next, as she'd die soon if he didn't. 

He saw her eyes slump shut, and all her movements calmed. She passed out. He took a breath and sank his fangs next to her injury. 

Her body twitched, and he released his venom into her. He resisted his temptation to drink more than he already had from her neck.  

He sat up and watched the wound at her trapezius no longer bleed. It won't heal the same unless someone uses reversal magic on it. Drake thought as he scanned their surroundings next. It was hard for him to hear—there were bits of crumbling pieces from above and a few distant heartbeats. He caught Alexander's, Victoria's, and...Andras.

He always recognized that beat, an abnormal one for a magus, but his nonetheless. 

Drake could tell he wasn't far. He'd most likely find them soon. Especially if he fell on the other side of the pile at the center. Sitting in what looked like a library, tattered books, shelves, tables, and chairs were in their wake. 

There also was a hole outside, close to where they landed. 

I have to kill him. 

Drake struggled to get one foot planted, and she croaked before he got out of his kneeling position over her.

"Drake."

He glanced down at her. She moved her right side up while her left stayed down. 

"When you can move, get out of here." He pointed his head to the light. "Keep running and hide when you reach the bordering mountains."

He got up from her and stood. He turned his attention back to the pile of wood and stone. 

"Why just me." She whimpered. She sat upright, cradling her left side.  

"I'm going after him," Drake said. "He won't be expecting it."

"No, no, you're not." Lynette threw her right hand at his pant leg. "W-we have to go," she flickered around the room in her daze. "Find Zetsu and go." 

She doesn't know what happened? Drake wouldn't have this conversation with her. He yanked his pant leg away from her. 

"You have to go." Drake's lip lifted, and his nose pinched with his snarl. 

She shuffled her feet, pitifully fumbling to stand. "I-I'm not going to leave you to fight Andras. He'll k-kill you." 

How can you tell me something like that! Look at yourself? Drake's throat unintentionally released a growl, his fangs sharpening with anger. "He'll kill you." His eyebrows furrowed as he motioned to her body. "You're a helpless liability. You can't fight him, regenerate fast enough on your own, or even take anything he will throw out at you. Nor what any of us can throw at you for that matter." He lifted his leg and aimed his foot at her right shoulder. "I can easily push you down."

"And I'll get back up to stop you." 

Drake pulled back his foot and stomped it on the ground. "YOU will leave, and I'll end this."

She whimpered in pain and got to her feet. "I'm not helpless for wanting to run, and neither are you," Lynette said, wavering in her stance. Her left side slumped due to her injury and bloody, partially torn jacket.

"SHUT UP." I'm not like you.

"You can't fight him, Drake. You have no magic, can't go into your form, and are bound like that." She exclaimed while her arms remained down, like she mocked his inability to use his arms.

"AND I'M STILL BETTER THAN YOU!"

She shut her eyes and yelled back with a crack in her voice. "YOU'RE NOT STRONGER THAN ANDRAS."

Drake bared his fangs at her. "How can you judge!" He wanted to knock her over and fight her to prove he was better. 

"You know I'm right! And you keep-" She shook her head, not looking him in the eye. "If what you told me is true, Alexander risked his life for you. And you feel beyond guilty. I get that you want this reminder in your life gone. You want to make things right and end it." 

She stared back up at him, her body tilting to the right, "But you can't do it. You'll throw your life away for what? To show you tried?" 

Lynette stepped forward and almost fell over herself. "If you really want to apologize to him, Drake, live to tell him." 

This is far more complicated than you understand. I have to be the one to stop him. Drake struggled in his binds. I'll tear my arms off if I have to.

He didn't even realize she got closer. "Tell him that you're sorry, show him that you've changed, and live to be there for him and everyone else you want to say sorry to." Her broken voice passionately entered his ears. 

"I'm going to do both." Why can't I yell? Drake's throat prevented him from doing so. 

"Drake, please..." Lynette pleaded. Her right hand slowly lifted and tugged at the small corner of his shirt sleeve. It wasn't even hard. 

"Just let this go."

I am different. I let go. I tried that already. I tried to live like it never happened. Drake's vocal cords wouldn't answer. 

I'm going to kill him. I'm going to win. I'm not afraid. He watched her wobble. I'm-

He threatened to bite at her wrist. You're not right. He said in his head. IT started swirling with the thought of being trapped in here forever. He imagined being beaten and ripped to shreds day after day. It kept him from pulling away from her. 

I need to kill him for what I did. Drake insisted. It was for Alexander. Not for himself.  

Drake really didn't want to be here. I am scared. 

His facade of anger melted from his face. He didn't want to be trapped, he didn't want to see anyone die, nor did he really want to die. 

He turned himself so she could lean on his shoulder to walk.

"I'll...go." 

...

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[p-antomime]

toji is the synonym of “daddy” and “dilf”. you say dilf and i know it has to do something with toji.

anyway here’s what makes me sleep at night. so i got registered in two libraries a few weeks ago because i’m a nerd who likes reading books... so the idea of someone railing me in the library because it’s the only place someone can see me just makes me go 💦😖 legit will cry because it’s not gonna happen... so the best solution is imagining stuff with my 2D men... the main idea was getting railed by hot lecturers toji or gojo or groupmates ran and haruchiyo (you successfully made me their whore and honestly i have no complaints)

thanks to all of you for coming to my ted talk, now gotta delete myself

this is the best way to get out of a 6hrs class, and * cough * * cough * why not talk about haruchiyo & ran since I feel sad that my fellow haruchiyo fuckers are starving with no content of mine being written with him in a while </3

anyway, let's go

cw: public sex, breeding!kink, cockwarming, exhibitionism.

groupmates!haruran are so cute, while ran would try to be very helpful, haruchiyo would not be so compromising and it's not even because he doesn't care about his own grades — because he does, but why pay attention to you going over the study script when he can just pay attention to the way your skirt hangs too much when you try to smooth one thigh over the other so as not to let him or ran have a peek at the color of your panties.

it would be a matter of very little time before he slid a hand to your knee with the excuse that he was trying to get some dirt off; his hand going up, up, up, until it brushed against the inside of your thighs and you tried to move away frustrated, nervous and feeling humiliated for not being able to control when or where the bottom of your panties got wet — and it would be a great attempt to escape from sanzu if ran wasn't sitting across from you at the round table surrounded by high shelves in the library.

"it's time to take a break from all that studying, otherwise your cute little brain will fry and you won't be able to think straight anymore", ran would speak using one hand to lift your panties completely and let haruchiyo continue the process of reaching for your pussy.

to which sanzu would reply: "she's such a diligent 'n hard working student, I think she deserves a reward for being like this" and ran agreed with a slurred "mhm" that lasted until he hooked his lips around your neck to nibble and kiss it and, consequently, try to make you relax and forget that you were in a library, a completely public and silent place.

and you tried to keep it that way, silent, even though haruchiyo's idea of "reward" was to make you cockwarm him while one of your pretty-fingered hands was wrapped around ran's dick pumping it slowly for fear of making too many wet noises.

sanzu would instruct you to try to keep writing your college resumes, but every time ran's cock throbbed against your fingers, you'd gasp and out of the blue tighten yourself around haruchiyo's shaft, who would — maybe unwillingly, maybe wanting to — thrust himself a little deeper inside your tight pussy and moan against your shoulder as he tightened his grip on your waist a little more.

if you could finish at least one full page of your summary, they might take turns breeding you in the middle of the college library using your wet panties stuffed in your mouth to muffle the sounds, since the library is a silent place.

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[lafortis]

and just gonna follow that up... if you're counting calories, that's disordered eating bud. idk if the tag means you're aware of that or just trying not to trigger people, but yeah. please don't starve yourself :(

HUGE content warning for eating disorders under the read more (spoilers, I don't have one, I recommend just not reading at all if you do)

The tag is because I know the discussion of anything like that is triggering to those with eating disorders, not cus I consider myself to have an eating disorder lol. I promise I'm waaaay too lazy to get disordered about my thinking regarding my diet. I eat a good 40% of my meals at a banquet hall anyway, so my caloric estimates are spitballing for that portion of it. Mostly I'm tracking stuff because even just writing things down is enough to reconsider certain dietary choices, but no, I'm not starving myself or ignoring my body's signals. Because I'm making a conscious effort to eat healthily I feel better than I have in months if not years tbqh.

Like listen, I get where you're coming from. Things like CICO and other various fairly mild dieting concepts being indicative of eating disorders is a helpful truism to offer those recovering from eating disorders. I'll take this Reddit thread as an example because it's the best discussion I could find of such a thing: https://old.reddit.com/r/loseit/comments/wry6m1/disordered_eating_the_inaccuracy_of_tdee_and_the/

But the conclusion the OP makes is that people are using these tools in disordered ways, not that the tools themselves are disorder-inducing. The very first response OP has (that I could see) is agreeing to the sentiment that precise and obsessive adherence to their TDEE calculator is the disordered part and they're still perfectly useful as guesstimaters as long as you don't think that they're more than that. And again, this isn't a helpful sentiment to express to someone recovering from an eating disorder, because they don't need to hear that nuance or mollification of users of such tools, they just need to stop using them completely because they're going to lead to further harm.

But importantly, I do not personally have any particular eating disorder, nor have I ever had one, to the best of my knowledge. I take Vyvanse, which suppresses my hunger sometimes so I go on 14 hour coke fuelled gaming binges, but that's different. I am fully capable of monitoring my caloric intake (the restriction of which to healthily and safely reduce your weight is fairly widely agreed upon as a practice, as long as it is healthily and safely adhered to) without sliding too far into something unsafe for me; I've done it before, and I can do it again. I fuckin chopped a tree down yesterday. I work on my feet for goodly portions of the day. You can rest assured that you don't need to tell me that I gotta feed myself properly, because the consequences would be pretty immediate if I didn't.

Again, none of this should be read by pretty much anyone with an eating disorder (in fact I think I'll put it under a read more), because it's like telling a depressed person to simply not be sad. However, when you're not affected by that disorder, sometimes it really isn't that complicated. Many many people the world over undertake similar regimens safely. It's about the most normal form of dietting one can pursue. Now if dieting itself is a triggering concept, then yeah, that's a bad thing. Thatll be bad for you. But for me it is not. I am a relatively healthy 28 year old able-bodied man who has had a couple #neurodivergences throughout his life but nothing to do with his diet. I know I sound like an idiot explaining to you that I'm a big boy who can take care of himself (altho I am and I can), but I'm trying to get across the point that I think the message you're providing is a really good sentiment to the wrong person entirely lol.

Anyway I still very much appreciate the concern and compassion. I promise if there were ever to be truly any negative consequences to this pattern of behaviour I would bitch out in maybe five days tops because I am weak willed and love comfort more than almost anything else. The reason I am able to do a 500 calorie deficit at all is because it is truly so so so easy. I eat more on days when I do hard stuff anyway, altho my tracker is all about them averages so it don't rly care day to day. And I weigh myself not because I care about my weight but so that macrofactor can have data to work with to help it's estimates of my energy expenditure. I promise I am using the tool safely. I own and use an angle grinder regularly, you should probably be more worried about a splintered cutting wheel splitting my facemask or tearing out my jugular than that I starve myself (because I'm really not; I love food and anything that prevented me from enjoying enough food would not even be entertained)

#truly tho i do appreciate your concern anon i dpnt mean to come off as harsh

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What type of Fanfiction did I transmigrate too???

A/n: I read a REALLY good fanfic of the OG Bingqiu where Shen Qingqiu made plans in place to survive Binghe and ended up seducing him and now Luo Binghe wants him to pay but also wants him as his empress and they come to a conclusion Shen Qingqiu was able to reveal his past and even apologised in his own way.

Anyway NOTES And warnings! This will have NSFW sex scenes etc, those scenes WILL have a warning later on down the story if you want to SKIP them- I did plan on writing more but now I'm drawing blanks ^^; So sex scenes, etc blah blah blah enjoy!

Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu were still fucked up, their relationship bordering on possesion and survival, then it turned into trust but both still regarded each other as two predators cross paths.

So they get together, Shen Qingqiu is fine with the harem in his words they give Binghe what he can't give, Shen Qingqiu had the title of empress, As long as Binghe doesn't have a harem of husbands he's fine.

Enter Shen Yuan!

When Shen Yuan transmigrates into PIDW he freaks out- Shen Qingqiu's alive!? so it's the beggining of the boo- wait Luo Binghe is exposed as a heavenly demon- So Shen Qingqiu is ABOUT to get his arms ripped of-

Their MARRIED!?

Welp, this had to be an alternative PIDW, [later on once he meets up with Airplane he gapes as he's told this was the DRAFT version but the conclusion wasn't finalised as the author was dead so the characters just naturally choose marriage?]

Anyway Shen Yuan figured to just 'avoid' the couple, thanks to Empress Shen Qingqiu there was NO merging of the worlds and Shen Yuan could cultivate and explore this world to his hearts content :D

So far he's living his afterlife to the fullest, right until he almost dies...again.

The fact that he was saved was surprising. He was hunting down a beast that resembled one of those monsters from Spy Kids 2 made by that nutty professor, if you cut of one head another one appears.

But this thing had two heads, he couldn't dodge the two for long and almost lost his leg to a pair of poisinious fangs.

Thankfully a black blur swooped in and sliced the neck- Shen Yuan grimaced no wait not thankfully that was going to-

But instead the necks pulsed black ooze out the wound as if the sword caturiased the necks to stop them from growing. Shen Yuans eyes widened.

...Well thats one way to do it.

The man landed and before Shen Yuan could even thank him the sword as aimed at him.

"Since I saved your life, this beast is mine so it's best if you scram."

How rude!?

"What? No way- I almost killed myself to see a hydra." Shen Yuan stood up and almost slapped the sword away but then thought better of it.

The man eyes narrowed, and Shen Yuan figured he might just get murdered. Backtracking he spoke holding his hand up.

"I was just observing and wanted to document it. Can I have five mintues?" The man tilted his lips then nodded, not sheithing his sword.

Shen Yuan reached into his pockets taking out his journel and flicking it over to his page and notes of hydras. He scowled, he had nothing for weakness, freakishly weird sword isn't something anyone can use.

He began to sketch the shape as best he could and even leaned closer drawing in detail the head and even the scales, he was blocking in shapes and only drew the details in real time for later.

The guy was staring at him and it was making him nervous. He really wanted to be accurate in this. He paused as he gazed at the Hydras mouth and paused.

Taking out a knife he lifted the lip and saw the venom still dripping from the fangs...that could be really valuable.

"Is it okay if I take some venom?"

"Why?"

"A mans gotta eat." Shen Yuan quipped back, say what you will about cultivating but he was starving half the time. Some venom would could set him up for the next month.

He heard the other scowl, "Fine."

Shen Yuan hummed happily, and rumaged around he even used a device for milking snakes- it was a gift and he's never used it UNTIl this moment! How lucky.

He then did the other Hydra head as well so he had two large jars of venom. Nice.

As he stood up he walked over to the man looking stormy, he held out the jar.

"Here, as thanks for saving me." Shen Yuan smiled.

Even if he was a jerk. He still saved him.

Shen Qingqiu scowl could kill anyone, he watched as Shen Yuans eyes locked onto his and saw the immediete effect he had on him.

Shen Yuan tensed his eyes immiedtly looking away terrified. Oh Shen Qingqiu scared him?

good. He'll keep away from Luo Binghe.

Shen Qingqiu layed on the bed scowling, "You have a harem, but you can't have men too when you have me. Shouldn't I be enough?" He sat up scowling. He knew if he asked Luo Binghe would kick out Shen Yuan, would think nothing off it.

Luo Binghe stroked his face "Who said he was for my harem?"

What?

Luo Binghe looked amused, his voice sounded considering "I wasn't pursuing Shen Yuan for myself, he could be yours. You could have your own harem, not all of them could be for sex it could be just us like this." Luo Binghe spoke kissing his forehead but he felt his lips curl against his forehead.

"But I've noticed how much you like to bully him, seeing him cry. You enjoy it, I know you've been lonely when I'm with my wives you can use him. Have Shen Yuan warm your bed. You're my empress you deserve the best."

Shen Qingqiu couldn't believe what Luo Binghe was thinking, he was too overwhelemed with jelously he never realised that this was for him.

That Luo Binghe in his own way, was trying to please Shen Qingqiu.

"You don't want Shen Yuan?"

"Not unless you're willing to share, but if you don't want him then thats fine, I'll move him to another palace maybe under Mobei-Jun he seems to like that rat Shang Qinghua."

Shen Qingqiu was considering, he was so focused of seeing Shen Yuan as a rival, as another hoity cultivator who could steal everything away from him.

Shen Qingqiu lay back down, his hands shaking. Luo Binghe took his hand and gave it a kiss.

"I will never let you go, Shen Qingqiu. My Empress, I will never replace you or leave you- I worry you might get bored with me. Leave me for Yue Qingyuan." He stroked his hand bringing it to his lips.

"The self control I have, I would cut off your arms and legs, hide you away in my bedroom, have you rely soley on me for your needs. Keep you by myside forever. I will never let you go."

Instead of horryfying him, Shen Qingqiu found himself smiling, snuggling further into his husbands chest. "Likewise, if you marry Shen Yuan and leave me, forget me. I'll kill you."

Ah young love.

Shen Qingqiu knew Shen Yuan wouldn't understand this, the possesive behaviour both of them have with each other. He doubted Shen Yuan would survive him never mind both of them, he would think they were gross, disgusting. Unhealthy. But both Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu were survivors, everything they've ever had was ripped from their hands. Once they've gotten stronger they would defend what they love with everything they had.

With this change Shen Qingqiu began watching Shen Yuan in a new light, he knew the other didn't like him. He was almost like Liu Qingge, assuming he was scum and the worst person to exist.

It didn't help him warm up to Shen Yuan, the two barely got along. He had no idea what Luo Binghe was thinking. But after Shen Yuan returned from the Northern realm he suddenly looked at Shen Qingqiu to report and blanched.

He couldn't look him in the eye and almost looked...ashamed?

Shen Qingqiu's eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Why are you acting so skittish for?" He asked once he cornered Shen Yuan, who looked like he would be anywhere but here.

"Look me in the eyes when I'm talking to you."

That caused a reaction, Shen Yuan eyes snapped to his obviously irritated. "Whats wrong with you?"

"Nothing- nothing you should be concerned about it's just...Shang Qinghua didn't tell me anything he just...cleared up a miscomunication. That's all."

Shen Qingqiu gazed at him cooly so what did that have to do with him?

"And?"

Strangely enough, Shen Yuan straightened- even though it didn't do much for how short he was, but then he bowed.

"I Apologise to Empress Shen. I trusted baseless rumours which clouded my judgemnet of you. For that, this foolish one apologises."

Shen Qingqiu blinked "Rumours?" He immiedetly stiffened. Shang Qinghua was a rat- he wouldn't be surprised if he knew about Shen QIngqiu's past if he told Shen Yuan everything.

His hand tightened on his fan, only Luo Binghe knew because it was clawed out of him but he was the only one he trusted. Qui Haitang was executed after he learned that fact. But even Yue Qingyuan didn't know-

"What do you know?" Shen Qingiu asked and Shen Yuan stood up straighter.

"Nothing, only that you and Luo Binghe were similair which is why you're both so compatible, if I wanted to know the truth I should ask the source."

Shen Qingqiu scoffed as if he was going to spill anything to this worm. He realised this was the truth, Shen Yuan knew nothing.

"I never knew you were stupid enough to believe rumours." He would actually, Shen Yuan was gulliable, he noticed the other clench his fists glancing to the side.

"My information came from a trusted source, they've never been wrong before. I had no idea they could be biased."

When he called out airplane they kept reciting.

"Ever heard of unreliable narrator? idiot :p"

Still it was better being called stupid by Shen Qingqiu than by Shang Qinghua.

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"What is the meaning of this, worm?" Shen Qingqiu was losing his patience with Shen Yuans incompatence. Yes the man was smart he was a walking enclopedia of beastiarys and fuana strangely enough.

And yet he couldn't even get this right.

"Do you have any idea on how to prepare ink?" Shen Yuan fumbled and almost spilled the crushed ink that he was crushing for Shen Qingqiu and made a mess. If he was going to have Shen Yuan as his servant or even entertain Luo Binghes ludacrous harem idea but with his standards and this worms incompatence he wasn't off to a great start.

This pathetic excuse of a man should be grateful, he's done worse to Binghe.

"Well?" After the other didn't respond, looking down Shen Qingqiu fan pushed under his chin lifting up Shen Yuans face to look him in the eye, the next words on his throat faltered.

Shen Yuans eyes were red and he was looking to the side his breathing trying to even out. The humilation burned his cheeks.

"This one apologises, Empress Shen."

Shen Qingqiu was fascinated. He tilted the others face, his own still unomved by the display but inside he felt something akin to excitment. The worm was too easy, Luo Binghe was fake, always smiling and pretending nothing fazed him. Shen Qingqiu barely poked this soft thing and he was close to tears.

"Crying worm? How unbecoming of a cultivator. Is this how you represent the pride of the heavenly empire?"

Shen Yuans hands clenched trying to hide but Shen QIngqiu smacked his face with a fan a soft slap to keep his face turned towards his.

If he was so easy towards a scolding what would a praise do? He should wait.

"Try again. If you spill on drop of ink you will be crushing inkstones for the whole palace until you get it right."

Shen Yuans eyes widened. There were tons of servants and schollars here who used inkstones and the wives alone used them for poetry and sending letters to their family!

His hands would die to arthitius.

With one final slap, with the fan. Shen Yuan moved back to continue his task. He was better this time. Tears staining his cheeks.

Shen Qingqiu face twitched hidden by his own fan. On second thought he might reconsider Luo Binghes ludacrous idea.

Shen Yuan hated him, he hated Shen Qingqiu- if he didn't value his life he would poison him in his sleep. He was running jim raggared and knew if he didn't have a vacation he was going to snap. After talking with Luo Binghe [more like begging] he was given a holiday leave.

Yay!

Shen Qingqiu was going with him "Oh Shen Yuan! I heard you were leaving the palace, I might go with you I need to stretch my legs."

Shen Yuan was lucky that Shen Qingqiu didn't need an entire party to go with him, both went alone with only their swords and tailsmans and even wore disguises. Seriously, Shen Yuan was going on this mission to save this village because it might have a rare demon that wasn't in his beastiary.

big action scene.

Shen Yuan began to draw the beast and even doted down the information in a column on the side. He felt Shen Qingqiu hover over his shoulder and began to break out in a cold sweat. He knew he wasn't a gifted artist, he just needed to draw them because he missed the fan-wiki page of PIDW. He just liked looking through it as a refresher for this world.

He heard Shen Qingqiu hum and prepared himself for the scathing comment.

"You're really good."

It slipped out, Shen Qingqiu scowled, but it was true. Shen Yuan was really good through this whole trip he never questioned why Shen Qingqiu went to the brothels for intel. Even seemed to agree with it and was respectable with the women it was pretty obvious that Shen Yuan wasn't interested in them that way. Helping the villagers and even knew what to say to reassure them, Shen Qingqiu only made things worse by breathing.

And his art was good and so was his calligraphy- making his own ink confused Shen Qingqiu though but alas, he wondered if maybe Shen Yuan had some talent for the four arts of Qing Jing peak.

He fantasised thoughts of having Shen Yuan as a disciple, but it ended the same as how he treat Luo Binghe.

"Hmm, thank you?" Shen Yuan spoke and noticed the other huff "Your art and calligraphy. Even your Beastiary is impressive. You should be a proud scholar."

He watched Shen Yuans stunned face, before he caught himself his face burning red and immiedietly ducked down his head his hair falling as a curtain to hide "T-Thank you Empress Shen."

No don't hide! Shen Qingqiu smirked behind his fan, who knew the worm had such a thin face?

Maybe he should get him a fan, he could paint it himself.

Luo Binghe had to smile behind his hand as he watched Shen Yuan trail behind his Shizun like a duck. How he was waiting for praise from his Shizun before his dejected look as he was shot down.

But compared to before, he realised this better than before. Usually Shen Yuan looked resentful Luo Binghe was worried he would have to do away with him for any assasination attempts.

But this looked more playful, Shen Yuan bounced back immedielty following his Shizun and chatting away while the other listened.

He knew kidnapping Shen Yuan was a good idea...

NSFW undercut

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Shen Yuan couldn't believe this was happening, the sounds of skin slapping skin, watching how his cock was disapearing into a tight hole and as he pulled back the skin tugged on almost sucking him in. Shen Yuan was moaning clutching the soft skin as he chased his own pleasure. Shen QIngqiu wanted him to be loud.

"Empress Shen? Empress Shen does it feel good?"

He couldn't believe the things coming out of his mouth. This was dialouge from a shitty stallion novel.

But it just slipped out, like second nature. Shen Qingqiu was tied down his pale arms held tightly with red rope that hung snug against his pale flesh like a caress.

Shen Qingqiu was panting, only his breaths the only sound other than the wet squelch as Shen Yuan hips thrusted forward- almost possesed.

To think their relationship became like this- Shen Yuan was ignorant he had no idea Shen Qingqiu wanted him like this-

To be used.

But Shen Yuan was a servant, it couldn't hold a candle to both Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghes relationship that was love.

Maybe this- being used, with no strings attatched would make their union much sweeter in comparison.

Shen Qingqiu responded, his legs shaking and his own neglected dick leaking pre-cum.

"Hey, what if someone walked in? Imagine their shook to see Empress Shen like this- being used by a servant like some common whore."

Shen Qingqiu tightened almost gasping that time.

"How does it feel being fucked by a worm Shen Qingqiu." he spoke his name, familiary then smirked "Shen - gege?" The other did gasp that time.

"You love it, this one thinks you want to be caught," He panted his arms laying on the bed as he leaned over the Empress his hips pistoning in and out, in and out-

"You want others to see how dirty you are,"

No- wrong thing to say.

Shen Qingqiu didn't react, but his breathing hitched, and his movements stuttered.

"Maybe Luo Binghe might come in and watch." Shen Yuan tried with a slow role of his hips.

"Seeing his husband being pleasured by a pathetic worm like me. You think I'm lower than dirt but what does that make you?" He spoke but was still gauging Shen Qingqiu's reaction.

He was back to moving again now moaning, almost spurring Shen Yuan on.

"Seeing the Empress like this, you're so messy."

Messy was fine, that was okay to say.

"You're just a hole to be filled up." Shen Yuan snapped his hips going faster and purposfully missing that spot.

"Do you want to cum? You have to ask nicely..."

Shen Qingqiu scowled and Shen Yuan hummed "Fine then, be that way." Shen Yuan latched onto Shen Qingqius ass and began to thread the skin as he felt close to coming, Shen Qingqiu was sopping wet, precum dribbling down his thigh. He was so sloppy.

Shen Yuan came with a grunt still grinding his hips to empty himself in Luo Binghe's first husband.

Shen Qingqiu was panting into the sheets, his thighs shaking his cock twitching and looking painful.

Shen Yuan kissed his back "shh, Shen-Gege, I won't neglect you."

Shen Yuan moved back and grimaced when he pulled out with a tug feeling sensitive and heard Shen Qingqiu gasp.

"Y-You vile worm how fucking dare you!"

Shen Yuan flinched, he almost forgot Shen Qingqiu asked for this. He smiled, but it was all bravado. Shen Qingqiu was scary and this was close to being hot...but was also scary if he messed up- he was a virign for gods sake and here he was acting like an experienced Dom in a BDSM scene!?

Well they say fake it till you make it.

"Aw, is Shen Qingqiu feeling left out?" At least he'd read tons of hentai and Stallion novels. "Just Relax, This one will serve Empress Shen to the best of his abilities." He quipped hearing Shen Qingqiu grumble and curse him out calling him worm.

Which had Shen Yuan shiver, Shen Qingqiu had a thing for pet names, Beast for Binghe. Maybe he should call his Empress something.

Raging cat was not gonna slide.

He watched as Shen Qingqiu's hold twitched almost begging him to be filled again. But he emptied himself and watched how Shen Qingqiu was twitching, his stomach rumbling. That couldn't be good.

He carresed his thigh and raised his hand to his plump ass, he kneaded the skin then his index finger pushed into the twitching hole. He watched as his finger was sucked up and began to flex his finger as he massaged Shen Qingqiu's ass at the same time. It wasn't enough as he avoided his spot.

"Get off me- I'll kill you!"

Shen Yuan hummed, "Are you sure about that? You'll look me in the eye and remember what this one did to you- the places he's touched." He used his other hand and pressed his thumb and finger together to make a ring then pressed his hand feeling Shen Qingqiu's cock pushing through his fingers before he began to stroke him, feeling the skin on Shen Qingqius cock tug and he pulled down feeling his hand began to slicken as he began to slowly stroke Shen Qingqius cock with only two fingers tightly held around it as they stroked up and down almost milking him as he other hand began to push in and out of his ass in a rythm.

"Stop-you vile insect!" Shen Qingqiu's voice wavered and Shen Yuan knew he was doing okay.

He heard the sounds and began to brush against that spot, feeling Shen Qingiu twitch, he moved his hands faster and faster watching how Shen Qingqiu tensed.

He could edgeplay...but not for their first time...

He ripped his finger out and watched as his cum began sputtering out before he watched as Shen Qingqiu's ass gaped open then closed as his cum began to leak out making a huge mess on the bed. Shen Qingqiu cried out his hips stuttering as he came.

He collapsed and immedietly Shen Yuan stood untying the robes and pushing his Qi to soothe the man.

He began to clean up, taking a warm wet towel and wiping Shen Qingqiu down. He had already made sure his insides were fine and once the bed sheets were removed began to tuck Shen Qingqiu into bed who seemed to be in a daze.

Both Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe would have a bath later.

Shen Yuan climbed into the bed and lay onto of Shen Qingqiu. After that and Shen Yuan was the little spoon, but he liked being held.

Shen Qingqiu took his hands brushing his thumb back and forth-

Oh Shen Yuan was shaking.

"Did you hate it?" Shen Qingqiu asked softly, voice bereft from judgment. "No! no I liked it..."

There was a But in there.

They had to talk about this though, Shen Yuan insisted on it. What he liked about the scene what he didn't like.

"I noticed you don't like me saying dirty."

He felt Shen Qingqiu tensed and kept talking "I don't need to know- I won't say it again...does Luo Binghe know?"

"Yes." The other said tensley and Shen Yuan relaxed "Good, now I'll know not to say it. Empress Shen-" "Shen Yuan you've fucked me. Lets drop the formalities."

Shen Yuans face burned red, Shen Qingqiu!?

"But thats not what bothered you." Shen Qingqiu stated and Shen Yuan sighed, his breath tickling the others skin.

"I don't like...using you. This 'blackmail' play is fun but I don't want to do it all the time," He pressed a soft kiss to the others chest before nuzzling him. "I want to serve Empress Shen, spoil you, treat you how you deserve." He failed to see Shen Qingqius eyes widen.

"What if I liked to be forced? Forced to submit, since I will never willingly let others touch me."

Shen Yuan spoke feeling tired and trying to stay awake, they had to talk about this if they were going to continue.

"Well bullying you is one thing. But this whole "wow a servent is fucking you," Shen Yuan made a bleh face, it was a typical rape revenge fantasy that he was not a fan off. It was not it his poison. But he was curious about the type of Hentai Shen Qingqiu wanted.

"Bullying? How would you bully me?"

"By spoiling you? You can still be tied up, but I would just try to make you sweetly ask to be fucked. Change the roles a bit,"

"How so?" "Well I would ask, what would you ask from this servent? Want me to touch you here? Suck here? Please direct this useless servant, but this one knows Empress Shen is too proud, so this one would build up the pleasure, tease you have you on the edge before your a shaking crying mess."

He felt Shen Qingqiu hands twitch, and Shen Yuan kept speaking "Or you could use me? I think theres an array or cultivation technqiue to keep someone hard, you could use me take your pleasure and leave me to deal with it myself." His own cock twitched at that. Using Shen Qingqiu then being used himself. Both were just toys to one another until Luo Binghe comes in.

He felt Shen Qingqiu suddenly adjust his position and straddled Shen Yuan who blinked confused.

"Those all sound interesting." Shen Qingqiu spoke almost considering, but his hard length against his length made it obvious how much he liked some of his ideas.

But- Shen Yuan was tired he couldn't do anything-

Shen Qingqiu huffed reading his mind "Be a good servent and let me use you." He told Shen Yuan to press his thighs together tight and Shen Yuan gasped as he felt Shen Qingqiu pushed through his cock grinding against his own length clutching his ass and he kept Shen Yuans thights together and thrusted shallowly through them.

Shen Yuan moaned his own cock giving a valiant twitch as Shen Qingqius kept pushing against at it, grinding and making a sloppy mess of his thighs chasing his release. Imagining what he could do to Shen Yuan now that he realised being tied up and used wasn't the only thing he wanted.

He'll admit, usually Binghe was strong enough to hold him down and be rough. If Shen Yuan was too scared to try some of the things he and Binghe did on the regular thats fine.

A thought of making Shen Yuan watch, watch Binghe take Shen Qingqiu apart showing how much the older wanted to be used to forget his name to enter that dreamy floaty state.

But Shen Yuan was inexperienced, it was obvious. He must of taking notes from yellow books of all things. Typical.

But Shen Yuan was a fast study and mostly open to most of Shen Qingqiu's desires.

Yes, Luo Binghe made a right choice in choosing his concubine. And with him being prepped it would make his time with Binghe easier.

He wasn't some self lubricating women so this was a big help!

Once Shen Yuan slept after staining his thighs, Shen Qingqiu left the rooms to have his back with Binghe who returned from his own wife.

Would Shen Yuan be countered as his wife?

Thinking on it he laughed at how accurate it was, he liked carriages, sweets was way too delicate and sensitive, even in bed he acted like a clingy mistress.

"What are you laughing at."

"Shen Yuan." He spoke bluntly and felt Luo Binghe hum his hands exploring the soft bruises and felt Shen Qingqius hole his fingers exploring and his blood parasites flooded to that area to make sure his first husband was uninjured.

"this master is fine, just had a silly thought." he admitted then scowled slapping Luo Binghes arm "Stop- water will go in."

He felt Luo Binghe mouth against one of Shen Yuans bruises digging his teeth in deeper, was he possesive? Wanted to have an indirect taste to Shen Yuan? Thought the other was too soft and the bruises should be deeper?

The last one Shen Qingqiu could agree. Shen Yuan was so timid. Once he realised how much Shen Qingqiu could take he probably wouldn't hold back anymore.

"Timid hmm?"

Shen Qingqiu nodded with a groan "Yes, and I won't blame inexperience. You were like a beast." He think he tore something and felt Luo Binghe's sharp grin against his skin.

He manuvered Shen Qingqiu ignored his squawking his he impaled him onto his cock, the other grunted his hands clenching and gripping Luo Binghes arm almost ripping bloody marks into his arms.

"You beast-" He cut off as Luo Binghe with no fanfare picked Shen Qingqiu up fucking him up and down on his cock, the water sloshing around and Shen Qingqiu's pants echoed around the room.

"Look at your stomach, did you reach that deep?"

With Cultivation Shen Qingqiu knew he could take this demonic cock, he glanced down his own stomach portruding and saw the cock head bump up and down his flesh expanding with each thrust, his cock twitched at the sight that something that huge was inside him.

"No- I didn't see."

He doubted it. Binghe was a monster. Luo Binghe preened but Shen Qingqiu gave a huff.

Size literally didn't matter, Shen Yuan was so close to his spot and could've pleasured him perfectly, Shen Qingqiu thought he was just bad at it.

But his fingers knew exactly where it was after he was done. But Binghe's cock went so far to the point of painful, just being full wasn't enough when that spot was further down and being ignored.

He felt the beast move faster and Shen Qingqiu felt teeth at his throat he almost blacked out, being used by Binghe was always intense. Usually Luo Binghe would massage him, slowly using creams on his body and edging him before entering him. Thanks to Shen Yuan's prep they were able to skip to the main part.

The only thing Shen Qingqiu was grateful for. Is that both he and Binghe would never tire of one another.

"...I wish you would share him. I want to see how this person pleases my first husband." Shen Qingqiu wanted to be jeleaous. But strangely enough. He liked Shen Yuan.

Outside of the bedroom he just fit with the two. He was becoming Luo Binghe's third hand almost taking over Mobei-Jun. Anyone else Shen Qingqiu would be suspicious. But he knew that his A-yuan was just stupid. He loved beasts, and liked to journey with Luo Binghe to save a nearby village to document them. He knew he loved the demons more than wanting to sneak with his husband because he always went on the intersting missions with anyone. Shang Qinghua mostly and Shen Qingqiu. Shen Qingqiu knew most would use this to curry favour. Not Shen Yuan he was excited and began to go into detail about all the demons he read about.

They didn't even have sex!?

Shen Qingqiu was fuming when he got back, much to Luo Binghe's confusion. And he saw how Shen Yuan only loved Binghe was his library. Shen Qingqiu has never felt more irritated and wrong footed but also...he knew deep down that someone like Shen Yuan could leave. He could be stationed somewhere else and Shen Qingqiu didn't want that.

Luo Binghe was always attentive and knew the thought process of his Shizun. He knew his Shizun grew attacthed to Shen Yuan just like he was attatched to Ning Yingying and Sha hualing and Liu Mingyan. His shizun accepted it.

Both knew that they didn't love, love was a fairytale and it wasn't real.

Obession. Finding something worse holding onto to benefit yourself, that they understood. Which was why they were husbands why Shen Qingqiu and Binghe were Emprorer and Empress. Both were of the same mindset, not so simple as their wives and concubines. They knew they were broken and weren't enough for a relationship which was why they had others to fill in the pieces.

They knew if they had to let them go they would. But Luo Binghe would never allow Shen Qingqiu to leave, and vice verse. It seemed unhealthy. But that obsession with each other. Knowing that the other would fall to torture to keep them there- for someone like Shen Qingqiu who wanted safety and stability latched onto this like a safety net.

And Luo Binghe's entire drive his need for revenge which then turned to ownership was what kept him reliant on his Shizun without him, he would be adrift. So would Shen Qingqiu.

Both knew they were poisnious and ruined any relaionships, take Yue QIngyuan and Ning yingying for example they ruined everything they touched and most of their drives and passions were too much- too scary for others sensitive ideals.

And yet Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu made each other better, they became more healthy working together ironically and improved their stations but also their frame of mind. They knew how to navigate one another and the mind games was what made it fun.

[Shen Qingqiu knew he could run away and Luo Binghe knew he would be too impressed to leave him be and not chase him]

But none of them would say it outloud, they understood each other. The others didn't-

Except for Shen Yuan. He looked at them and saw them. He didn't have judgment and even encouraged their relationship yet never said what they should or shouldn't be doing.

"You're still together? You obviously know something that I don't."

Not once has anyone spoken about their relationship and had respect that they knew what they were doing, and Shen Yuan almost knew their wavelengths. Almost being he was wary of Luo Binghe, sweating buckets thinking he would fall to Xin Mo for touching his husband.

It was almost funny, he saw how Luo Binghe's eyes would light up almost wanting to bully Shen Yuan.

To 'teach' him a lesson, Shen Yuan had the type of face that you couldn't help but want to tease and get a reaction from he made it so easy. And being scared? Sweating buckets but also blushing when he remembered just how he had Empress Shen the follwoing morning and pretended that nothing was wrong.

How Luo Binghe didn't pounce on him and bend him over-

Shen Qingqiu was impressed at his restraint but also disapointed...

oh that was a startling thought- he found he didn't mind Luo Binghe taking Shen Yuan. Unless he was watching or even participating.

When he invited Shen Yuan over, Shen Qingqiu didn't believe in talking it out. He gave Luo Binghe his blessing and instead sat at a table going his his correspondence with Yue Qingyuan. It was always a hassle and something he put off. Once he had a good incentive to respond would he do it in a timely manner so he could enjoy his reward later.

That would be Shen Yuan walking through the door.

And being slammed into the wall by Luo Binghe as he practically devoured his face, Shen Yuan let out a meep like a startled animal before melting into the kiss as he realised he wasn't going to die.

"Y-Your highness?" Shen Yuan spoke confused and saw Luo Binghes dark grin as he descened, Shen Yuan watched in a daze before Luo Binghe began to pull his robes back stroking his dick.

The protagonist was on his knees in front of him "Your highness!?"

Shen Qingqiu huffed "Shen Yuan, I think we are well past formalities you can call him Binghe, or beast." Shen Qingqiu sneered and heard Luo Binghes huff of amusement

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Savage Sunset Chapter 9S

9S is done before 9M, so you all get it early :) I was debating with myself what the effects of reading one chapter first or the other would do, but eventually I decided just based on the fact that I am impatient hehehe

Story masterpost

Complementary chapter

In this chapter: Lex and Ari decide they need to go behind the director's back, but their rescue plan doesn't go quite the way anyone was hoping...

Author's note: Remember that this story is set in, like, the 1980's, so $20k would be worth a lot more in today's money :)

Content/Content warnings for this chapter: Nonconsensual bondage/restraint/being trapped, gag/muzzle, aftermath of torture, starvation, nonsexual nudity, heavy emotional distress, mind control, I guess this chapter could also be considered light whump of a female character

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”

“For the millionth time, this was your own idea.”

“Yeah, well it’s not my fault you needed someone to step in and tell you how to get from point A to point B.  You were just going to quit and walk away.  And then down the road when you were pissing and moaning about how guilty you felt leaving him there, it’d be my fault.”

“Ari, it’s OK to just admit you care.”

Ari’s hands tightened on the steering wheel.  “That creature is a monster that deserves what it gets.”

“Yeah, that’s why it’s so noble to want to help it.”

Lex could tell Ari viewed her own feelings of compassion as weakness.  As though she had to be as emotionless and cold as the creatures they fought.

“Twenty thousand,” Ari growled.  “That stupid vampire better be grateful.  Twenty thousand.  I've never been offered that much money for anything. I've never had that much money. I'm an idiot for doing this.”

“An idiot with a conscience.”

“I’m positive that thing is just going to try and kill us anyway.”

“Maybe he’s learned his lesson.”

“A serial killer does not learn their lesson, Lex, it’s a fundamental problem with the way they view the world and other people.  I’m not even sure if a vampire can think the same way as a person.”

Lex tapped her fingers.  “Well…I guess we’ll see.  He was pretty docile earlier.  What, ah…what are you thinking we’ll do, exactly?”

Ari sat in stormy silence.

“Babe?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted grumpily.  “I haven’t figured it out yet, okay?  We gotta do something though.”

Lex bit her lip.  “Right…it’s not like we can just let him go.”

“And he doesn’t want to die–”

“And we can’t take the muzzle off–”

“And it’s probably not safe to take him out of the house–”  Ari sighed.  “Okay, so what’s our goal here?  Ideally, we want to stop Nick from torturing him.  Which is going to be a problem, because he’s here specifically to be tortured by Nick, because apparently there's no humane way to carry out the experiments.  What options does that leave us?”

“We could just steal him.”

“What, take him back to our house?”

“I guess?”

“That wouldn’t solve the problem of him being fucking starving, though.  We can’t feed him as long as he can’t open his mouth, which is something we need for our own safety. No persuasion from him. Absolutely not. Especially now that he has plenty of reason to hate all of us, if he didn't already."

“We could get a cup of blood and use a straw. It might fit through.”

Ari groaned.  “I guess, but then what?  We just have a vampire in our house for the rest of our lives using us as a Caprisun?  Keeping him locked in the basement out of sight because we can’t let the hunter’s guild know we have him?  That hardly seems better than just killing him.”

“He might prefer that.  We could ask him.”

Ari banged her hand on the steering wheel.  “I fucking hate this.  I hate that it’s on us to figure out how to comfort this monster.”

Lex looked over and saw tears in Ari’s eyes.  Her thoughts were clear.  If we don’t, nobody will. 

And was that okay? If nobody did? It was gradually sinking in for Lex that she wasn’t okay with that, and clearly Ari wasn’t either, despite both of them instinctually feeling that a creature like the one locked in the basement didn’t deserve their help–and that it was probably stupidly dangerous to try and help, anyway.

She’d felt morally superior for walking out, but walking out had been the easy thing to do.  It’d just spared her from having to watch.  Out of sight, out of mind.  It’d helped her, but hadn’t changed the situation at all.  It made her feel cowardly and weak now that she realized the depths of torture she’d condemned this creature to for the past few months.  Not having the stomach to look the violence in the eye didn’t make her better.

Literally all he’d needed to move him to grateful tears had been a warm bath and loosening the muzzle one notch.

Maybe he’d changed.  Maybe he’d realized the harm he’d done.  Maybe he would just be grateful enough to Lex and Ari for saving him that he would listen to them.  Everyone deserved a chance. Surely torturing him more wouldn't do anything--either he'd learned to see the value of human life, or he hadn't.

And even if he hadn’t changed at all, no one deserved this, not even a monster. He was still a living creature. Besides…he was barely a threat anymore. He couldn't even stand on his own in the shower. And it’s not like they were going to let him go free, to hurt other people.  Just…try to improve the situation somewhat.

But…how?

“I kind of wish we’d just killed him,” said Lex glumly.

Ari grimaced.  “Yeah…”

They both sighed, watching the car eat up the road in front of them.

Ari pulled down the visor to block the light as they headed straight into the setting sun.  “Well, maybe we’ll fucking figure something out.”

***

They were still arguing by the time they got there.  They normally didn’t argue this much, but they were both confronting feelings of guilt about the whole situation that’d developed over the past few months, and their own passivity in letting it happen, and were stressed out.

They fell silent as they pulled their van in front of the hunter’s compound, next to a white sedan they both recognized.

“What is…What is Nick doing here?” said Lex. It wasn't unusual for vampire hunters to be active at night, obviously, but Nick was the one vampire hunter in this compound that didn't have a partner and therefore was not allowed to go into the field, or be in the compound alone.

Ari stormily shut the car off, kicking her door open.  “I have a hunch.”

The front door opened as Ari got to the porch.  Nick tried to hurry out the door, but Ari blocked it with an arm.  “Hey, Nick.”

“Oh, ah, hello,” said Nick.

“What are you doing here?”

Nick held up a notebook.  “I was, ah, doing some late night work at home and realized I forgot my notes.  So I just came to get them.  In and out–”

“Because you know it’s not allowed for anyone to be in the compound alone.  Always at least two people together.  That’s the rule when anywhere on vampire business.  Too dangerous to be alone. Especially now that there’s a live vampire inside the place.”

Nick sweat a bit.  “Ah, I understand, but I really was just coming in quickly to–”

Ari leaned in, sneering.  “I know you weren’t here to try and get in some private time with your little toy in the basement, because that would be against the rules, and fucked up, and if that were the case, there would be consequences from the director, I’m sure, so you wouldn’t do that.”

Nick forced his face into a tight smile.  “Well, Ariana, if you recall, I don’t have the key to the coffin.  You have the key to the coffin.  So if anyone was going to open the coffin in secret, it would be you.  I’m sure the director wouldn't be happy about that.”

Ari’s eyes and demeanor were that of a demented heyena in the face of a wounded lion.  “Well, Lex and I aren’t breaking any rules.  Only one of us is breaking the rules, and it ain't us.”

“Ariana–”

“Call me Ariana again,” said Ari, slamming her hand on the doorframe so hard the windowpanes rattled, “and I’ll kick you in the balls so hard your grandchildren will feel it.”

Nick held his notebook up like a shield, frozen.

“Go. Home.”

When Ari removed her arm, Nick scuttled away into his car.  Lex slunk up behind Ari as his headlights came on and swung away as he backed out.  “Was that really necessary?”

Ari huffed.  “No, but it made me feel better.”

Lex turned the lights back on as she stepped into the base.  “Okay, um…”

Ari closed the door and locked it.  “Yeah?”

“We still haven’t decided what to do.”

This had never happened before.  Usually together they were able to come up with something, or if they disagreed, they just talked about it until one of them caved.

Ari clucked her tongue.  “Well…Maybe something will come to us.”

Lex pushed the basement door open and flicked that light on as well.  The ghastly, battered creature in the coffin was lying facedown, but on the cue of the light, he rolled over, whining pitifully and sticking his hands through the bars of the lid as far as he could, until the chain on the cuffs caught against the bar.

“All right,” said Lex, coming down the stairs.  “Don’t worry, we’re going to help you.”

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she took one of the bony hands offered through the cage.  It was shockingly cold, but she kept it in her own.

Ari huffed, coming down behind her.  “All right, listen, Dracula.  I’m not Lex.  I’m not gonna bullshit you about how it’s all gonna be okay, but we know this fucked up and we’re here and we’re trying to figure out how to fix it.”

The relief on his face was palpable.

“I’m sorry,” said Lex.  “I’m sorry we let this happen.  This wasn’t at all what we were imagining when we brought you here.”

Ari knelt and unlocked the coffin.  He seemed to not want to let go of Lex’s hand, even as Ari tilted the lid of the cage open.  “All right, come on, buddy,” she said.

Valen looked at her with panic, both hands still reaching through the top, grabbing Lex.  It was like a cat crying to be let out in front of a door that was already open.

Ari sighed and stuck her hand in towards him.  “How about you take my hand?  Can you do that?”

He shakily let go of Lex and grabbed onto her, like a man afraid he would drown if not holding onto someone for too long.

“All right, easy now, just relax.”  Ari’s cooing was nowhere near as comforting as Lex’s, much more gruff and rough, but Ari knew from experience the combination with strong hands holding you could do a lot.  She hefted Valen up, moving him into a sitting position, then gently lifting him up under the armpits to get him to stand.

Lex supported him by the elbow and helped him step out of the coffin.  He quivered, a walking skeleton in their hands, shuffling with his ankles stuck together and his wrists bound in front of him.

“God,” said Lex, once again taking in the emaciated, ravaged state of his body.  “I still can’t believe this.  I can’t believe any creature could go through all this and not die.”

Valen flinched, trembling redoubling, eyes wheeling around the room.

“We’re not going to hurt you,” Lex soothed.  “Just relax.”

Ari pulled a chair out from Nick’s desk and turned it around.  “Here, go ahead and sit down.”

Valen’s bones creaked as he did so, awkwardly, as though he couldn’t remember how to use a chair.

“Hmph,” said Ari.  “The fucking furnace is still warm.  Just getting his notebook my ass.  I’m not leaving him alone where Nick can get to him again.”  She leaned forwards and put her chin on her hand.  “Okay listen, Dracula, I’m kind of at a loss here.  You know we can’t just let you go, and you know we can’t just take the muzzle off, even if you promise nicely that you won't use persuasion.  We talked to the director, and he said he’s not going to make Nick stop.  You already said you don’t want us to kill you, and we can’t just take you to our house, but we can’t just leave you here either.  So.”  She spread her hands.  “You gotta work with us here.”

The vampire fidgeted.

Lex sighed.  “Hey Ari, we both agree that thing Nick said about not letting him write was bullshit, right?  Like, that was definitely something he made up so Valen couldn’t communicate with us?”

Ari gave a disgusted sigh.  “Yeah.  For sure. He either made that up, or exaggerated it. I never seen any vampire use persuasion through writing." She hadn't seen many vampires write at all, since her only interactions with them were in deadly combat, but that was besides the point. The only kinds of persuasion she'd ever seen were eye contact, and spoken speech...and clearly this one couldn't do eye contact.

"Yeah...another excuse. I'm not buying it anymore."

Ari tore a piece of paper out of the notebook in front of her.  “Here, get a pencil out of that cup, would you?”

Lex retrieved a pencil from the cup of writing utensils, handing it to Ari. 

Ari took his wrists and unlocked the handcuffs, the chain tinkling as she set them off to the side. She slid the piece of paper and the pencil over in front of him. “Here,” she said, setting his bony hands down in front of the writing supplies.   “It’s been so long, I imagine you have a lot to say.”

He looked absolutely petrified, like they’d just threatened to shoot him, hands trembling but otherwise making no motion.

Lex slid the pencil into his hand, folding her hands gently over his clammy, emaciated fingers.  “It’s okay.  Just go ahead and write something. Any ideas you have for us, maybe? What we can do to help?”

He fumbled, the pencil clattering out of his hand and rolling over the desk.  He whimpered pitifully, groping for it, unable to muster up the dexterity to snatch it back up.

“It’s okay,” said Lex, sliding it back towards him.  “Take your time.”

Tears rolled down his cheeks.

“It’s okay,” said Lex.  “I promise it’s okay.  Here.”  She held the pencil steady for him until he was able to notch it between his fingers, then lowered his hands down until the tip was on the paper.

Ari suddenly got antsy and stood.  “Just in case,” she said, pointedly looking away.  “Just in case it wasn’t bullshit, just in case writing persuasion is a thing, I’m going to stand over here and not read what he writes.”

Lex nodded.  “Okay.”  She turned back towards Valen, whose shaky hand was working hard to produce a series of illegible squiggles.  “Why don’t you start writing out the alphabet,” she said.  “To warm yourself up. It's been a long time, and you're out of practice." And your hands have probably been beaten to shit and had all their bones broken, but let's not talk about that.

He let out a frustrated whine, scratching the pencil on the paper.  The alphabet started to appear in a shaky, uncoordinated font.

“There we go,” said Lex, putting a hand on his back.  “You're doing great. When you’re ready, try to write something for us.”

He took a deep breath and tried to steady his shaking hands.  He started writing.

“What have you got for us?” said Lex.  “Any ideas?”

She watched the painstaking process as the letters came out.

A

T

T

A

“Attack?” said Lex.  Attack who?  Nick?  Nick, probably.  Surely he knew they couldn't do that?

C

K

“Who?” said Lex.

“Jesus, let him finish,” said Ari, still standing in the corner facing away.

Valen seemed progressively more upset as he wrote, lip wobbling as the pencil continued.

A

R

Fuck.  Fuck.  He’s writing Attack Ari.  That’s what he’s writing, he’s writing–

That was the point at which the persuasion kicked in, the exact moment it registered that he was giving her a command, as soon as she comprehended what he was telling her to do.  Attack Ari.

Persuasion was one of the most unpleasant feelings Lex had ever had the misfortune to occasionally be subjected to, and she felt panic lance through her as the hypnotic haze fell over her mind.  Her willful sensations dulled, her own thoughts and wants shoved to the side, as though someone had just pushed her out of the driver’s seat.

Her limbs moved in a dreamlike way–part of her knew she should be upset, that this was wrong, wrong, wrong, that she should be fighting through it.  She felt barely there, like she was looking through a frosted glass window into the situation instead of her own eyes.

She knew she had to attack Ari.  She didn’t understand why, but she had to.

Out of all the damn stupid things Nick hadn't been exaggerating or lying about, this one had to be true.

“What’s he saying?” said Ari, and then she whirled around at the sound of Lex unsheathing her hunting knife.  “Shit!”

The smaller woman moved at her with mechanical efficiency, no emotion in the lunging.  Ari hollered in shock, narrowly avoiding the knife, leaving a gash up her arm.  “Lex!  Fuck!  Fuck!”

Lex could see out of the corner of her eye the vampire had raised both hands to the muzzle, fumbling to remove it.

We’re done.  We fucked up.  I’m sorry, Ari.  I love you. We’re dead.  We’re fucking dead.

“Stop!” said Ari, locking Lex’s attacking hand in a pin.  She twisted her hand to strip the knife from Lex, tossing it to the ground, then struggling to pin her to the wall without hurting her as Lex started to kick and elbow.  “Fuck!  Lex!”

“Be still!”

The voice was scratchy and hoarse from months of disuse, hoary like dry bones being pulled through cobwebs.  Both women froze in place, a look of panic plastered on their faces.  They knew the power dynamics of the situation had just shifted dramatically, and not in their favor.

We’re either going to die right here or spend the rest of our lives as vampire thralls, because we cared too fucking much.  Holy shit.

“Turn and face me.”

They did, like puppets.

Why did I think he might be any different from the ones who almost got me to the blood farms? Why did I think he might be able to change?

Valen was still sitting, the muzzle unbuckled and lying on the table.  He had a red patch of skin around the lower half of his face where it’d rubbed him raw, in the shape of the muzzle.  His eyes were wild from beneath his stringy hair, set above his hollowed-out cheeks and gaunt features devoid of any fat or muscle.  His chest heaved, the skin sliding upsettingly over visible ribs.

With a weakened hand, he tossed the muzzle away from himself.  “D-destroy this.”

Lex wasn’t sure how her hijacked brain made the decision, but she found herself compelled to walk over and light the furnace.  Simultaneously, Ari walked over and picked the muzzle up, smoothly walking over and chucking it in.

They both watched it in the flames, the leather peeling and curling away from the metal, which started to deform and melt.

“You will–You will remove the manacles from my ankles.”

Ari knelt and unlocked them obediently.

“You will–will, you will destr-destroy this as well.”  He groped forward and gripped one of Nick’s notebooks from the table, the one with all the photographs of him in various states of torture, with grim captions lovingly transcribed under them all.  Despite the horrors of the book, Lex found herself sick at the loss of such a huge amount of work.

Into the fire it went, flames racing up the paper cover, photographs shrinking in the heat.

Valen had managed to stand, one hand supporting himself on the chair.  He pointed a gnarled hand at a device on the shelf, one with a light bulb.  “Destroy this.”

Ari walked over and smashed the bulb, throwing the thing onto the floor and breaking it into pieces.

The vampire’s eyes were glowing, mad with newly seized power, frantically scrambling for every hated object he could get his hands on. 

“Destroy this.”  Several lengths of chain from the ceiling and around the room.

“Destroy this.”  A spool of what looked like silvered thread, with a silver needle.

“Destroy this.”  Lengths of sharpened iron that looked like railroad spikes, rusty with dried blood.

“Destroy this.”  The handcuffs, the wrist cuffs, every device conceivable to hold him immobile. 

“Destroy this.”  A saw with silver teeth.

“Destroy this.”  Pliers, belts, scissors, knives, a variety of metal implements neither of them could even name.

The furnace filled quickly.  They were starting to run out of room.  Valen licked his dry lips, shaking growing.  “You will–You will remove this.”

He curled his hands around the metal collar padlocked around his neck, now the only thing gracing his naked form besides his tattered underwear.

The command short-circuited in Lex’s head, and the thought snapped shut as soon as she opened it.  Persuasion couldn’t make you do things you couldn’t normally do, and she didn’t know where the key for that was and did not know how to remove it.

Valen’s face sunk in desperation.  He repeated the command to Ari, who similarly looked at him blankly.

He let out a sobbing curse.  “F-fine!  Des-destroy…”  He looked at the coffin, but stopped the command halfway through.

Lex waited to see the result of his thought process with some fear.  What are you going to do with the coffin? 

“You.”  He pointed at Ari.  “Go–go, you will go lie down in there.  And you, you will lock her in there.”

No!  Shit, shit, shit, shit…  Panic rose inside Lex as Ari set the key on the table, then clambered into the coffin like it was the most natural thing in the world, lying neatly inside.

I don’t want to do this, I don’t want to do this.  Tears welled in her eyes as she took the key and knelt, closing the lid and locking it.  They locked eyes through the bars, knowing they were in deep shit, and they both shared one thought specifically:

If Ari was to be locked in the coffin to keep her here…what was his plan for Lex?

“You will help me up the stairs.”

Lex tearfully walked away from Ari and supported the vampire by the elbow, just as she’d done before, this time without gentleness, without emotion, without anything except mechanical obedience.

They went up the stairs one at a time.  As much as Lex hated Nick, maybe, maybe if he hadn’t listened and was still hanging around, they could still be saved.  Maybe they could avert the disaster that was unfolding, and she wouldn’t be found dead and her drained body thrown into a ditch somewhere in the morning.

Lex’s heart sank.  They hadn’t given him any reason to be merciful when the shoe was on the other foot.  None of them had.  After months of heartless torture, it would be a miracle if he didn't just slay every human he could get his hands on as fast as he could.

He ground his teeth as they made their way up the stairs at an agonizing pace.  Lex wanted to cast her eyes back to look at Ari one last time, in case it was the last time they would see each other, but she was under some spell that made it hard to do so, like swimming upstream against a current.

They reached the top of the stairs.  Valen doubled over, clinging to her, wheezing, out of breath.  Lex tried to suppress her horror, her terror at how close his ravenous fangs were to her vulnerable flesh.

“You will–you will take me outside.”  His voice was growing fainter, raspier, as though this much sudden use was taking a toll on it.

Lex went through the motion of opening the door, letting in a wave of fresh, cool night air and the sounds of the crickets outside.  Nick’s car was no longer parked out front.  Nick, for God’s sake, the one time I actually want you to be a nuisance and stick around.  I’ve never actually wanted to see you before this.

“You will o-open the door to your van.”  His voice warbled, with obviously increasing difficulty with each word.  “And–help me–inside–and then–drive me–to–the place where–you found me.”

He leaned over, on the verge of collapse, chest heaving.  Lex supported him and walked up to her van, opening the door and helping him step up into the cab.

She walked around, hauling herself up and settling into the driver’s seat.

Maybe she’d be lucky and the van would break down.  Maybe it wouldn’t start.  Maybe there wouldn’t be enough gas to get them the whole way there….But no, Ari was too much of a car person for that to happen.  Lex fought tears again as the car turned over and then started, and the dashboard indicators were all clear, the gas tank full.

She was going to drive this car all the way out into the middle of nowhere with a hungry, pissed off vampire in the passenger’s seat.  She had no choice.

She was, ironically, and unbeknownst to her, thinking the same thing Valen had been thinking when they’d take him.

I’m going to die, or something worse, because I tried to be kind.

***

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[yvtro]

Ao3 is a sad place for Kon fans because most of his contents come from timkon and even then it's mainly focus on Tim or batfam. Would be nice to see him with the superfam 😔

ikr! i complained about it to my friend before, because look at this:

there are five members of the batfamily before clark. and when it comes to the superfam no one else but clark even makes it into the top 10 characters that appear in kon's tag.

i'm so tired of fanfics treating kon like he's tim's accessory. it makes it very hard for me to like timkon which i actually used to like (when i was a teenager, which i think also explains this sentiment.)

but also there's very little superfam content in general, which breaks my heart, because while i don't post about it much rn, i actually got into comics initially through superman content. and there's so much potential. i have two kon-centric wips that focus on his familial relationships myself, but i'm very slow. and i'd rather read them than write them myself.

anyway anon if you know any good superfam fics with kon (or want recs, although i can think of only like 3 rn?) let me know, we are collectively starving, gotta help each other out.

#finally reaching my intended audience with my kon ramblings!! very excited <3 #answered #superfam #kon

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Pen Rants About Fantasy BNHA Fics For Too Long

Aight people, I'm sharing the same thoughts on here I did on twitter but with more to add because twitter won't let me rant long like I can on here.

its "pen talks at length about fantasy au's and fanon around said established au's" so I'm a huge nerd for fantasy au's if the original story isn't fantasy and I'm even MORE a nerd for it if one of those characters becomes a shapeshifter or something. With BNHA it already has a kind of canon au where horikoshi literally made a fantasy au ending sequence and I remember all the hype for it back when it came out and that love for it resurfaced recently because... again... I'm a nerd for it.

But one thing i've noticed fantasy fics do often is they kinda just... don't do the leg work with what it means to make a whole new world with magic and lore. they just assume the reader will read "oh they're a fae" or "oh they're a dragon" and get it which... pls dont do. There's a lot of fun that can be had figuring out legistics of how magic and creatures look and work and I get it if that isnt your cup of tea but if you have a fantasy world... you gotta usually do some extra work with it.

So fanon has this thing with bnha where whenever they write certain characters, they kinda automatically are always the same across the board in various fics. which is fine, I appreciate consistent headcanons, but when it comes to PORTRAYING those headcanons... I get bored. There are only 2 FICS (if you wanna know which I can toss them your way) that I have read for fantasy au which both actually do leg work for the world and put thought into how these characters work and out of the literal thousands (over half just being plain boring smut because they are just weird and horny) it bums me out.

One thing that seriously gets stunted is Bakugou as a barbarian which... what would that mean in a fantasy world? not many fics go into that but they def go into it more frequently than some of the other concepts. I just think there's more that can be messed with there. Like, what kind of culture did he grow up in? how did he meet Deku? did they still grow up with each other and if they did how? are they from the same villiage? Horikoshi's art makes it seem like they were born in different cultures, so how would they have met? would their interactions still be the same if they didn't grow up together? there are a LOT of questions to be asked with interactions I think

It's even WORSE with kirishima tho. He is a dragon in some fics, part dragon in others, but they hardly ever go into the logistics of what that means for him. They never touch on his culture or how people treat him or ANY ANGST and as an angst lover with my favs it suuuuucks. Kiri in general has hardly any well-written long-form angst and I'm starved for that kinda content. Also, when people write dragon Kiri they always, ALWAYS introduce him to Bakugou by him somehow being captured (I wrote him that way too but its mainly for a specific situation to happen and a scene that's been stuck in my head for ages now so I'm calling myself out) but then, they do that to him and expect him to... what be fine afterwards? Tangent but not many people write good angst for my boy and I'm DEPRIVED.

but anyway, I think there's more that can be done with some of these concepts. like if Kiri is a dragon, would he still breathe fire? If so, how would he use it? if not, why/how does he work? Can he shapeshift willingly or is he forced to or does he need outside assistance like a ritual or something? is his hardening just his scales, in which case if he's in dragon form and has his hardening magic is that just a special ability he can do to make his scales harder? there's a lot about shapeshifting that can be messed with as well! (both those fics i mentioned before have major consequences if Kiri doesn't shapeshift frequently and I love it).

In general, I feel like people see the au with these characters and just don't think of the nuances and it bugs me. And then the fandom also has fanon about it and some of the tropes are tired... so I started thinking about scenes around fantasy au and ye a lot of what I'm deciding to do with it isn't really... how I normally do it. like there's thought into what I'm imagining because it's me we're talking about but world-building I'm leaving a bit up in the air and to be interpreted however.

anyway, thanks for coming to my Rant-talk lol, if you have fantasy au fics that are long form, arn't constant smut, have kiri or bakugou angst and good world building I'd love to hear recs. the two fics I was talking about are:

the (I think discontinued) fic Blood Of My Hand by PurplePersnicety - its about Kiri being captured by humans and possibly sold but his fire got locked away and he can't shapeshift, while an exiled Bakugou is a barbarian who has a problematic goal and the two make a blood pact to try and help the other and then shit hits the fan And the currently still updating fic, Wandering Home by Milligramme - Kirishima was raised in a human town and told to hide his beastly traits when one loud blonde shows up, tries to steal and then eat said stolen lemons before the two decide to travel together and help Bakugou return home and Kirishima figure out what he is.

(links are being weird so i could only add the link on "home" on the second one idk why)

#pen talks #bnha #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #fantasy au #bnha fantasy au #dragon kirishima #barbarian bakugou #dumb shit i rant about inbetween work lol

[yelyahnaloj]

Day 10

How I am using my time: I just spent the last hour binging YouTube videos, mostly on Autism, but also a few by a trans man creator. I watch them on 2X Speed. Sometimes I wonder if I even really have special interests anymore, but then I remember that I’m watching Autism videos to “relax”. If I am on social media, much of it is scrolling through content about asexuality, or queer, or autism pages, blogs, videos, infographics (whatever platform I am using), or I just start Googling it and seeing if I can get more information before I get bored because its a lot of repeated information and after a decade you have gathered more information than what most introductions to the subject. Or they quote definitions or the DSM-5 and I have already read that 1 bazilion times! How many times can I see different quotations of the same thing? And I get to questions that start to seem unanswerable, at least commonly. Probably should read more actual studies, but whatever. I don’t even know what to do at this point. 

I think I have autism, but there are some traits, usually specific and often quoted, that I don’t have problem with. Like hugs, I am fine with them. I don’t cut tags out of clothing. I can’t even feel them right now. I don’t have many food texture issues, however have seen some people say peas, and I do gotta agree on that one. Usually if there is a food issue, I think it is usually texture but it’s rare-ish. I tend to be fairly good at tuning things out, usually, but I think it ends up being somewhat dissociated and I still get irritable I just may not immediately know the source (like why do I feel like there’s static in my brain? Oh yeah, I left the lights on. *Turns it off* Insta-relief) I also tend to be sarcastic, but I think there is a bit of off beat-ness to my sarcasm where it is repetitive or too intentional, and I have noticed similar behavior in other autistic people. I think I am also pretty good at catching on to sarcasm, but I am also 26 so there’s a lot of experience behind it. I think I memorized the tone, as well as figured out (or was explained to at some point) that when people say something that seems like the opposite of what’s true, that they are joking or being sarcastic. So if you ask to eat and they say “no” but they have always said yes and they are also smiling, then it could be sarcastic. Also, I notice in some situations my dissociation lifts and I get hypersensitive to a bunch of things (but it could be anxiety? migraines?). Like when I was getting mysterious health issues and I would be careful over everything. Like even making a pot of tea, sometimes I would spit it out or pour it out if it didn’t taste right or I thought there were too many bubbles or there were too much sheen to it or my cup still had a taste of dishsoap to it or if I started to get any sort of gag reflex or lose of appetite even if I didn’t know the cause. This was situational and not “normal” for me, so I don’t know if it counts, but I think I trained myself not to be so attentive to details or otherwise it would take me hours to load the dishwasher or get too mesmerized by handwriting or or or.  

Observations:

While out in the field today on our prairie field trip. I would watch my classmates talk while sitting on the ground. Sometimes i would stoke the fescue grass like hair, though it doesn’t actually have a good texture, it is sort of rough, but I just like the act. I braided a bunch, and then unbraided it. It’s amazing just how much better I feel with sense of touch. Like though underutilized, I get touch starved so easily (not just in the people way, but just the external world and objects in general. Like have you ever leaned chest first on a wall? Or floor? Or hugged a tree? Or anything where there’s that pressure on your chest and belly? Or broke apart plant matter in your hands?) Like when I went to pee in the woods today, I usually take off everything from the waist down, because I don’t want to get anything wet, and as soon as bare feet touched the ground it is like I “woke up”. I was in a fog and suddenly I can “see”. It’s like being un-blindfolded. Even though I almost always wear shoes when I go outside, it doesn’t feel good. It is like blindfolds, where I don’t properly feel “a part” of the world, like I am gliding on a two-dimensional plane. Like if I look at a tree without touching it, it looks like just a tree. But if I touch the tree, my eyesight feels “enhanced” and I am mesmerized by all the little cracks and the tiny ants coming out of tiny holes and the little spider webs... Maybe I should teach myself to read Braille. But first I would have to learn ASL and I have procrastinated on that for years as one of my bucket list items. I just want to have more ways to communicate that doesn’t include opening my mouth and using my vocal cords. 

Also, I noticed at dinner at the greenery that I had my hand behind my back wedged between my back and the back of the chair, because I liked the pressure on my arm. Also, I put down my fork and started grabbing my salad with my fingers. I empathized with Salad Fingers in the first episode where he got really excited touching the texture of a rusty spoon. Not that I like rust, but I can understand craving haptic feedback. I remember this one time when I was 18 or 19 when I was so understimulated for haptic feedback that I had gently scraped the serrated edge of the packing tape on my arm because it felt good. 

Things weighing on my mind:

I need to figure out what I am doing for storage!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have less than a week to figure that out and so little time I don’t want to spend over 100 dollars a month just to store a few totes (and zero furniture) but I don’t really want to burden anyone else with my stuff and I don’t know what to do.  

Food:

Breakfast: Potato

Lunch: Potato and potato chip

Dinner: Salad and lemon water and kombucha. Will there also be potato? Tune in to find out!

#self diagnosed autism #is it autism #haptic feedback #touch #texture #senses #rambling

[m0chanylla]

tw for eating problems, i wrote this mainly for self comfort so don't tag this as f/o content :D i cried when writing some of the dialogues,, so u can technically call this a vent fic i wrote for myself

"here, i get you these on the way home"

f/o hands out something on their hand and gave it to s/i, when s/i shakes it gently and opened it, her eyes opened bright

"banana chips! wait, but we have some at the living room, right?"

"yeah, but you munched a lot of em that it runs out in less than 3 days" f/o shoots out a grin as to indicate it as something to not worry about

as f/o joins her to sit next to her on the bed, they helped her opening the jar so she could eat some before dinner, like an appetizer does to help someone with their appetite to eat

"remember, we still gotta eat dinner, so don't eat too much of them" f/o hugs her side, enjoying the sight of their beloved enjoying herself

"roger!"

she continues to eat it for a while, and jokingly fed f/o some of it. some times passed, and f/o finally decided to bring it up

"you don't starve when you're away, are you?" f/o makes the situation still serious yet comforting

"nope, i don't, even if i do starve i'll drink my water if i don't bought any food"

"don't get me wrong, love, but between your proportion of when you eat and your body condition isn't well balanced, you need to eat more or it'll affect badly for you..."

after hearing that, s/i became quiet as she munch the chips, and so does f/o, both of them knew this is a serious topic, but they don't want to make the other feel bad

"you've been doing too hard, and i know things aren't well right now, but please at least make yourself comfortable when you're with me... i can understand of not feeling to eat at some bad times, and trust me, your feelings always matter and valid, the fact that you actually feel it means it's real, i never doubted your feelings or conditions, i know for my own eyes that you've been holding back, you don't need to force yourself that it makes you uncomfortable-"

*growls*

the sound from s/i's stomach quickly changed the atmosphere of the room, it just came at the wrong time

both of them laugh, with f/o soothing the pain with caressing her head, "dinner time, now?"

"dinner time"

'it's unusual,, s/i monologues, f/o carrying her to the kitchen's dining table and sit her on one of the chairs with them joining her on the other side

"the banana chips makes me realize i actually am hungry, aha" part of it was true, if it weren't for the opening dish, s/i wouldn't have energizen appetite for eating

"just make sure to not get yourself starve, really, but i'm glad i can help"

the table is filled with foods of sorts. plates, forks, and spoons already prepared, so they don't need to take a step outside of the chairs to get food. s/i starts by putting some rice on her plate, f/o took a quick glance at her plate and realized

"don't worry about taking a lot, i don't think your belly can fit more than mine" f/o teases her eager to take more on her plate, "thank god, because i'm starvinggg"

'oh, looks like she's happy..' f/o taking note of her body language, face never letting go of her wide grin, and voice vibrated with cheerfulness as she took what's accompanying the rice for dinner

it's when she started to take a spoonful of her food that the dining room became totally quiet, only the sounds of fork and spoons clattering the plates and soft sounds of munches that filled the room, the two focuses on their food, only letting out topics seldomly

'she always wants to enjoy her food peacefully, without any much sounds, and i don't mind giving her some quiet times,,

·

dinner ended up nicely, nothing distrupted their close time for filling themselves with food, "ahhh, i'm full, dinner was great, too" f/o glee

"yeah, same, it's been long since i genuinely enjoy it,," with that, f/o came to the washing sink filled with plates used for dinner, ready to-

"? do you need something, dear?" f/o shrugs as s/i hugs them from behind,

"can you just, do it later? i wanna cuddle.."

well, what a way to end up today, probably they didn't do the dishes right before going to bed too, but at least they know she's happy

#DONT RB #tw eating issues #self fics

[dukeofqueers]

I got possessed by feelings late at night so enjoy this sketch made in a haze despite my crippling artblock. Don't ask me how they're nearly the same heights i guess Jaster is standing on a box.

My terrible non-revised writing for this is under the cut:

Plo allows Jaster to gently catch a hand around his nape, pulling him forward into a mirshmure'cya. For a moment, the rest of the sounds in the hangar fade away into a quiet lull and Plo lets himself breathe in tandem with his partner, sort through his worry.

He brings his taloned hands to Jaster's sides, the claw-guards clinking against the plates of painted beskar until both of his hands are resting comfortably against the Mandalorian's ribs. He shivers slightly when Jaster's gloved thumbs brush against the soft, thin underside of his head in return.

It's a show of trust they're both familiar with, an exchange they repeat each time they let the other touch their most vulnerable sides.

"I'll call you once we're back," Jaster murmurs in the short space between them, "We can celebrate together then."

It isn't voiced like a question, but Plo hears the silent inquiry anyway. "Of course, I'll be waiting for you and Jango."

He smiles softly at the wave of unaltered affection that Jaster exudes immediately at his reply.

There is a tense quality to the Force that Plo can't quite understand, but it isn't an unusual display. It's the kind of feeling that permeates the very air around them each time they have to part ways, yet this time it seems much more potent.

Jaster's grip is firm and warm, and Plo can feel how each of his heartbeats says I love you, I love you, I love you, a chant that his own echo without any hesitation.

He hears someone's modulated voice somewhere behind Jaster, he recognizes it as a call even if he can't understand all of the words. Jaster's head tilts only ever so slightly upon hearing it, listening, but doesn't let go- pulls Plo ever so slightly closer to him even.

"I'll see you soon, ner kar'ta." He promises, and lets his hands slowly slip away from Plo's nape while the taloned hands remain hooked in the creases of his flightsuit for a moment longer.

"I love you." Plo says as Jaster allows himself to linger and press a kiss to one of the many embed patterns of Plo's antiox mask.

Jaster's smile is soft as he finally lets go, but Plo sees the sadness in his eyes as he looks at his partner as if committing him to memory. Plo knows that he is. "I love you even more," he replies with something close to his usual cheekiness, Plo chuckles quietly.

Other Haat'ade warriors start to pool into the hangar, and Plo watches as Jaster puts his helmet back on, shoulders his rifle and joins his people. No one will ask Plo to leave, so still he remains until the last of the ships leave for Korda Six.

And he starts waiting.

I want to say, from the bottom of my heart: Oops?

#star wars #clone wars #tcw #tcw fanart #star wars fanart #jaster mereel #plo koon #jasplo #jaster/plo #fanart #sketch #art #ficlet #writing #my art #just posting one of my writings for once is fuckn nerve wracking but here you go #gotta make the content myself before i starve #i swear at first it wasn't meant to have such a big sad value to it

[jeontaeil-archived]

After Hours

Pairing: CEO!Yeonjun x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut; Fem Receiving, Blowjob, Face Fucking, Choking, Dirty Talk, Unprotected Sex

Words: 2.19k+

Warnings: 18+ content

⋆ 8 o’clock. The time when all your colleagues bid each other farewell and expectantly head home for the weekend while you and Yeonjun lock the doors of his office to have some fun of your own⋆

It was a Friday. The last working day before the weekend began. Everyone’s eyes impatiently darted between their work and the clock. It was only a matter of seconds before it would be time to go home. 

You too were anxious for the day to come to an end. The past few days had been incredibly demanding. Hours and hours of meetings along with late night business calls. Not to mention the fact that you were running on a cumulated 11 hours of sleep. Any more work and you were certain your brain would turn to mush. 

Soon enough, but no doubt what had felt like ages of waiting, the clock struck 8. Everyone was up and out of their chairs within the blink of an eye, more than eager to return to the comfort of their homes after a deadeningly tiring week.

Grabbing your coat and bag you waited for everyone to enter the elevator, before walking in the opposite direction, round the corner, up the stairs and straight towards your boss’ office. Before you entered, you looked around to make sure no one had seen you. 

Just as you were about to knock, the door swung open, revealing none other than your boss, Mr. Choi Yeonjun.

He wore a proud smirk, eyes raking over your figure authoritatively. He glanced at his watch and finally met your gaze. “You’re late. I thought I would’ve had to come down there to get you myself. You know how much I hate waiting," he spoke distastefully. You weren’t one to be fooled by his tone. It was common knowledge that if he wasn’t talking business, he was just being sarcastic. Still, it was in your best interest to play along. You knew how much he hated people who acted out of place. 

“I’m sorry, sir.”

Yeonjun smirked, stepping aside to make way for you. “You may enter. But please be reminded that I won’t be so lenient next time.”

Once you were past the threshold of his door, he slammed it shut and pushed you against it, that same cunning smirk glued on his lips as he caged you between the door and his body. “I’m being serious,” he said, voice dangerously low. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to get you in here. Feels like an eternity.” He delicately traced the outline of your face, intently watching the way you impulsively leaned into his touch.

“Tell me, are you as eager to see me?”

Dropping your bag and coat on the floor, you nodded, eyes following his own. 

Yeonjun carefully let out a deep breath. He dragged his finger along your jaw and down your neck. You felt him gently caress your nape, skin warm against your own. He raised his head as he slowly wrapped his fingers around your throat. “Use your words darling.”

Lips pursed, you swallowed nervously. An impulsive reaction to the way he held you. “I am, sir.” 

You felt small underneath his strong stare. He was so intimidating. Even though you knew he wasn’t going to hurt you, there was no way you were going to defy him. He was the one in charge and you would never challenge that. 

Satisfied with your answer, he gently squeezed your throat and soon let go. 

“I know you’d never lie to me. Still, I want to be certain. May I check to see if you’re being truthful?”

You didn’t know what he was playing at but you nodded nonetheless. “Yes sir. You may.” 

Yeonjun smiled, glad that you’d given him the greenlight. His fingers raked up your thigh, pushing your skirt up along the way. He ran his hand over the inside of your thigh, sending a burst of warmth through your body. You felt like shutting your thighs together, but you knew better than to do so. His fingers ghosted over your panties, material undoubtedly soaked from all the time you’d spent anticipating this very moment. He could feel your wetness. He could sense your desire for him and his touch. But before he rewarded you for your candor, he wanted to see just how much you’d been aching for him. It was essential for him to assess how much you deserved to be pleased. 

He pushed his hand into your panties, dipping his finger between your folds. He raised a brow as your arousal coated his finger, delighted with what he felt. 

“It must’ve been hell. Sitting behind that computer for so long while thinking about all the things you want me to do to you. Isn’t that right?”

There was no error in his judgement, and he was very much aware of that. You had spent quite a few days waiting for this moment and you were mighty pleased that it was finally here. 

Yeonjun removed his hand from your pantied and brought his glistening finger to your lips. “Open up, y/n. You’re in for a lot tonight.” He pushed his finger into your mouth, making sure you’d cleaned your arousal off of it before pulling it back out. He leaned closer to you, lips ghosting over your own as his fingers slowly unbuttoned your blouse. 

You wanted to kiss him so bad even though you knew you couldn’t. You needed to be patient in order to get what you wanted. He pulled your blouse off your shoulders and undid your bra with a quick snap of his fingers. As soon as your breasts were free his hands were on them. He pinched your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, making you suck in a sharp breath. You rubbed your thighs together, dreading how slow he was taking things. Yeonjun chuckled darkly when he noticed this. “Do you need me to hurry up? Don’t worry, baby, I was just about to get to that.” He unzipped your skirt and pulled it down along with your panties, leaving you completely naked in front of him. 

He kneeled before you, staring into your eyes as his mouth closed in on your pussy. A loud moan left your mouth almost immediately. Yeonjun hummed, sending a wave of intense vibrations through your core. “Keep your eyes on me," he instructed, returning to your heat. His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking on it harshly. Of course he would make it difficult for you. You fought to keep your eyes from rolling back. The pleasure was too strong for you to resist. Furrowing your brows, you urged yourself to hold his stare. You could clearly see how much he was enjoying your struggle. 

His tongue ran between your folds and circled your clit. You swore if he kept it up you were going to cum any moment now. He had a tight grip on your hips, keeping them in place. His chin was already wet with your juices. Your lids started getting heavy as you felt a knot begin to form in your stomach. It was becoming harder and harder for you to focus on Yeonjun.  “Ahh fuck, I’m gonna cum, sir.” You were practically screaming at this point. Yeonjun speedened the pace of his tongue. He was eating you out as if he’d been starved for days. With one final suck to your clit, you felt your orgasm hit. Wetness gushed down your walls and onto Yeonjun’s face. He groaned in satisfaction, shutting his eyes and greedily licking up all of your arousal. A string of curses left your mouth as he lapped up all your juices. All this waiting had definitely been worth it.

Yeonjun pulled away from your core and stood up, wiping his chin with a grin. “Such a pretty face but such a filthy mouth," he muttered, almost growling at your flushed expression. Heaving, you gasped as he pushed you down on your knees. He quickly undid his buckle and freed his cock from its restraints. 

You’d seen Yeonjun’s manhood many times before. But its sheer size never failed to make your mouth go dry. His tip glistened with precum, a clear indication of how much he’d been holding himself back. He pumped his cock impatiently and pressed his tip to your lips. “I don’t think I need to tell you what to do. Open up. I’m not done with you yet.” He shoved his cock into your mouth, groaning as you ran your tongue over his length. He was certainly a mouthful. You could barely fit all of him in your mouth. Yeonjun knew this but he didn’t care. If you were going to take his cock then you’d have to take all of it. 

He then pulled out entirely, spat on his palm, and slicked his cock up before pushing it back into your mouth. He also grabbed your head and pulled it further over his length. “Fuck you look so hot with my cock stuffed in your mouth.” He grunted, bucking his hips into your mouth. The sudden action made you gag. Yeonjun groaned as your throat convulsed around his tip. “If you want me to fuck you then you’ve gotta take me properly. Don’t act like you’re doing this for the first time," he reminded, continuing to ram his hips into your face. Your jaw went slack with how forceful he was being. Yeonjun was always rough, but for some reason you could never get used to it. He literally used you like a cum doll, not that you minded or anything. 

Tears welled in your eyes as he ruthlessly fucked your mouth. He was chasing his high. With the pace he’d set you were sure he wasn’t too far from it. Before you knew it his cock twitched in your mouth and soon enough, hot ropes of his cum shot down your throat. Yeonjun’s hips stilled as he emptied his seed into you. He finally pulled out of you and brought you to your feet again. 

A bit of his cum had dribbled onto your chin, which he pushed back into your mouth. “Make sure you swallow it all babe. Don’t let a single drop go to waste.”

You did as he said, shuddering at the salty taste. He brought you over to his desk, bending you over the edge. He leaned down to your ear, eagerly rubbing your ass. “I hope you can still go for another round. I’m still not done with you darling.” He rubbed his tip against your folds. You were surprised by how quickly he’d hardened up again. It seemed you weren’t the only one who’d been counting down the days till this night. “Are you ready?” he asked, tip pushing into your walls. “Yes, sir," you answered, looking behind your back. You gasped as he entered you, giving your walls a delicious stretch. “So tight for me," he said, fingers digging into the skin of your ass. Once he’d bottomed out and given you enough time to adjust, he began hammering his hips into you. Thank god it was just the two of you. The sounds of skin slapping against each other and your loud moans filled the room. “Holy shit, sir, you fuck me so well.”

Yeonjun snickered at your words and pulled your back up to his chest, wrapping his hand around your neck. He choked you, effectively muffling your moans. “I know I do. Don’t you just love it when I make you cry with my cock?” His thrusts were nice and strong, indeed making you cry out in absolute pleasure. This was extremely worth it. You’d never felt as good as you felt right now. Yeonjun could say the same for himself. He loved the way your walls wrapped around his length, so warm and tight. Your desperate moans were practically music to his ears. He could hear you screaming for hours, especially if it was because of his cock. 

It didn’t take long for you to feel your second orgasm build up. The faster he fucked you, the quicker he pushed you to your high. Yeonjun felt your walls clench around his cock. “You aren’t cumming yet," he grunted, never stilling his pace. You groaned and willed yourself to go on a bit longer. “Just a little longer. I know you can wait a bit.”

You weren’t too sure about that. He was racing to reach his own orgasm. His efforts were making it far too difficult for you to do as he’d instructed. “I can’t hold it in any longer, sir. I’m going to cum.” 

Just as your orgasm hit, Yeonjun pulled you back onto his cock, groaning loudly. He’d caught up with you successfully. He slowly pushed his hips into you, helping you ride out your high as well as his own. Your heart hammered in your chest as you came down from your climax. It was perfect.

Yeonjun pulled out of you and went to retrieve your clothes for you. “I hope you enjoyed yourself," he said as you dressed yourselves. “I did sir. I always do," you shared with a shy smile. It was always a bit awkward between you both once your rendezvous had ended. 

“Good. I’ll see you next week then?”

“As always sir.”

#yeonjun smut #txt smut #kpop smut #yeonjun scenarios #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun x reader #txt scenarios #txt imagines #txt x reader #hoehousenet

[navegandoaciegas]

Lock and Key

Pairing: priest!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You own the key to Father James’ pleasure, quite literally.

Warnings: smut, explicit language, 18+ content, oral sex (f receiving), orgasm control (chastity cage), dom!reader, one slap on the face, unprotected sex. It’s all consensual.

Father James is on his knees, head hung low, chestnut tendrils framing his stubbled cheeks.

He’s a sobbing, trembling mess, naked except for the cross around his neck, the collar that chains him to the handcuffs around his wrists, and the chastity cage that’s been restricting his aching cock for days.

The shiny, golden lock sits prettily against the coarse hair on his pubic bone, its matching key perched between your tits, tantalizing him.

A needy whimper shakes his body when you spread your legs, revealing your glistening cunt to his hungry eyes.

“Such a sinner, aren’t you, Father? Breaking your vows like this,” you tut, shaking your head, “You want to touch me, don’t you? Want to feel my tight pussy around your cock, want to fill me up with your cum and watch it drip out of my hole?”

“God, yes, please. Please,” he whines, so desperately that you almost give in. You can’t let him yet: he needs the control you have over him, and the punishments you put him through, just as much as you do.

“Let me feel you, touch you, please angel,” he keeps blabbering, tears pooling in his crystal eyes, “I need you. Let me please you, I’ll be so good to you, I promise.”

“You know you’ve gotta work for that, baby boy,” you hum, cocking your head to the side, “Be a good puppy and show me how bad you want me.”

He nods eagerly, and crawls toward his desk, settling himself at your feet between your spread legs. He inhales a deep breath, and looks at you through half lidded eyes, waiting for your permission.

“Go ‘head.” you urge him.

He doesn’t waste any time before he dives in your dripping wet cunt, delving his tongue in your folds. He eats you out like a starved man, lapping at every drop of your tangy arousal.

The pressure builds steadily in your lower belly, until your walls are burning and throbbing and you’re barely coherent.

“Fuck, baby, you’ve gotten so good at this.” you moan, clutching his hair and tugging at the roots, eliciting a low growl out of him.

The vibration travels straight to your core, making your walls clench around nothing.

You grind your hips against his face, fucking yourself on his pretty pink lips and moaning like a possessed woman, loud enough that God himself could hear you.

“Yes, yes, just like that,” you hiss through gritted teeth, arching your back when he licks a straight line from your entrance to your bud, “Fuck, harder.”

He doubles his efforts then, moaning on your pussy, latching on your swollen clit, teeth barely grazing the sensitive skin around it. He sucks on the bud, tongue swirling between your lips.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, yes,” you shriek, throwing your head back and biting down on your lower lip.

The orgasm is earth shattering, and shakes you from the core to your limbs. The tight coil in your belly snaps, and you gush on his face, covering his mouth and chin with your slick as praises fall from your lips.

Your good boy, perfect, sweet boy.

You see him tug against the handcuffs, accidentally choking himself. A high pitched cry of frustration leaves his lips as he ruts his hips forward, chasing a release he can’t reach. You know it makes him feral, arousal clouding his judgement.

He hasn’t been able to touch his cock, or have a hard on, in days, and he won’t until you decide to let him.

You’re the key to his pleasure, but you intend to keep him caged and desperate a little longer.

“Two more, puppy. I’m sure you can give me two more, don’t you think so?”

He gets to work immediately, and your chuckle at his eagerness.

His tongue prods at your entrance, and he swipes his nose over your clit. Lewd noises soon fill the office. He keeps sucking, lapping, slurping you up until you’re shaking and singing his name, completely debauched.

He brings you over the edge again, and your vision almost blacks out at the intensity of your orgasm.

“Fuck, look at you, so fuckin’ pretty on your knees,” you pant, grunting when he resumes working your cunt with his tongue, “What would the people say if they saw their priest-, fuck, yes, right there-, their priest eat some girl out in the back of the church, right after Sunday mass? No fuckin’ shame you have, puppy. Cross still around your neck.”

Your clit is tender and overstimulated, and his stiff tongue on it is making you writhe and double over above him.

“Couldn’t even wait till Monday,” you snarl, feeling the muscles of your lower belly tighten again, “couldn’t wait to get on your knees for me. I bet you’ve thought about me all weekend, haven’t you?”

You bite your lips, willing yourself to hold back your third orgasm, even though the pleasure he’s giving you is maddening.

“I bet you wanted to reach in your pants and stroke your cock thinking of me, but you couldn’t. Bet that was real frustrating.”

You grip his face, and he looks up at you, red faced and soaked in your release.

“Answer me when I talk to you,” you bark, slapping his face.

You never hit him hard enough to hurt him, just loud enough that the sound bounces off the walls, the way that makes his cock jump.

He whines, fidgeting on the spot, “Yes, I wanted to touch myself for you, angel.”

“Good boy, now gimme one more, and maybe I’ll free you and touch you myself, would you like that?”

“Yes, yes, please, angel, I’ll do anything.”

A slow, adorning smile spreads on your lips. You caress the sticky, sweaty hair away from his forehead as he brings his face between your legs again.

Kissing, worshipping your cunt until the knot in your core unravels, and you’re so overstimulated that your clit is tender and even his breath between your legs hurts.

You sit there, panting, James’ head resting on your lap.

“You’ve been so good, baby boy. So good for me.” you praise, lowering yourself to his level.

His eyes are blown out, darkened by lust, his cheeks are flushed and stained with dry tears, and his chest is heaving.

You twirl the golden key between your fingers, James’ eyes following the movements carefully.

“You deserve to feel good too,” you say, “It’s okay to feel good baby, you understand that?”

You bring his wrists to your lips, tenderly pecking the skin. He nods, lips wobbling a little.

“I need the reminder, sometimes.”

You make quick work of freeing him of the handcuffs and collar, trailing soft kisses from his shoulder to his collarbones, up to his neck, jaw, behind his ears, down again to his nipples, revelling in the way he shudders under your touch.

You roam your hands down to his abs, reaching for the steel cage around him.

“What do you want?” you ask, nibbling one of his stiff nipples between your teeth.

“Get me out, please. I want you so much.” he begs, brushing his knuckles over your hips.

You reach for the key around your neck, painstakingly slow. It clicks when you open the lock, and James takes a deep breath in anticipation. After unfastening the ring around his base and balls, you slip his soft cock out of the cage.

He groans in relief, resting his head in the crook of your neck as you stroke the velvety skin of his length in twisting motions.

The kiss you share is slow and sweet until it’s not, until blood flows back to his cock and he hardens in your hand, achingly swollen and leaking at the tip.

“Please, angel. I need you so bad, need to be inside you now. I’ll be good.”

You nod, and sit back on the desk, spreading your legs for him to settle between.

Your breath gets knocked out of you when he sheathes himself inside you, your slick walls fluttering and accommodating his girth.

You missed the stretch of his cock, the burn of it inside your pussy as he thrusts in and out of you, the slow build up to the throbbing pressure in your core.

You bite his skin, scratch his back, pinch his nipples. Praise him, love him.

His hands worship your body, tenderly caressing every inch of your skin.

“Please let me cum, angel, I need to cum inside you.” he whines, hips stuttering.

You feel him swell inside you, and your own orgasm near.

“Fuck, baby, cum inside me, lemme feel you, fill me up with all your fuckin’ cum.”

With a couple more thrusts, he cums inside you, filling you up to the brim with his release. His orgasm triggers your own, and you cling to his shoulders, eyes rolling to the back of your brain.

His pleasure wrecks him so much that he slumps against you, gasping for air. You can feel his heart beat wildly against your arm.

“Can you hold me?” he whispers, voice soft.

You stay locked in each others' embrace, basking in the warmth of your sweat slicked skin until you both start shiver, and dress again.

You help him in his cassock, fastening the white collar around your neck.

“Did you mean it? When you said I deserve to feel good?” he asks, rubbing his nose against yours.

You hum, pecking his lips.

“You deserve the world, baby boy.”

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A/N: someone on ao3 suggested that punishment might help priest!bucky deal with the guilt of breaking his vows, and I couldn’t agree more! so this is the result.

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Found Family

Abby x F! Reader Mini Series

Warnings: Mentions of rape, extreme fluff, brief hints at "mommy kink" and sexual notions

Chapter Five; Big Brother

*FOUR MONTHS PREGNANT*

A sweet, relaxing song plays from the record player. Honeybee by Steam Powered Giraffe. My absolute favorite. I sing along with the lyrics, swaying side to side slowly as I fold laundry. Abby's downstairs washing dishes, the two of us working on our early morning chores while Lev sleeps in. It's nice that the three of us get weekends off. It gives us a break and time to spend with each other.

My stomach has grown quite a bit, making my pregnancy harder to hide and my clothes harder to fit into. I've stolen many of Abby's shirts these past couple of months. Abby and I plan on telling Lev about the baby when he wakes up, especially since tomorrow is the day we finally get to know the gender of the baby.

'You didn't have to smile at me

Your grin's the sweetest

That I've ever seen

But you did

Yes you did'

As I sing along, lost in thought, I don't even notice Abby sneak into the bedroom, tip toeing up behind me.

"Gotcha!" She yells, grabbing my waist. I scream, nearly jumping out of my skin as I drop the shirt I was folding. Abby laughs, tickling my sides.

"Asshole!" I laugh, putting my hands over hers. "You coulda given me a heart attack!"

"Oh, well we wouldn't want that, huh?" Abby teases, peppering my neck and jaw with kisses. "Didn't know you could sing." She mumbles against my cheek, swaying side to side with me.

"Eh." I shrug. "I'm not great at it."

"Well I think you have the voice of an angel." Abby says, turning me around to face her. I drape my arms over her shoulders, the laundry long forgotten as I get lost in Abby's smile.

"Sap." I smile.

She laughs, kissing me softly. "You ready to tell Lev?"

"Mhm." I nod, turning back around to finish folding the laundry. That's when the baby shifts around a little in my stomach. "Woah!" I put my hand on my stomach, rubbing circles to try to calm the baby. It's always so active in the morning. I wish Abby could feel it but the doctor said only a couple more months and she'll be able to feel it kicking.

"You okay?" Abby asks, standing next to me and looking at me with worried eyes.

"Oh, yeah." I smile. "Our baby just decided now's the time to do a little boogie."

Abby chuckles, kneeling in between me and the bed and holding my stomach. She lifts my shirt a little, sliding her hands underneath. "Hey, you little goober." She says to the little being. She kisses right above my navel. "It's too early to be squirmin' around in there, you're distracting mommy!"

I smile at the new title. "Mommy, huh?" I run my fingers through Abby's hair, messing up her braid a little. She looks up at me with a smile.

"C'mon." She chuckles. "We both know I'm gonna be momma." I pretend to think it over, putting a finger to my chin.

"Hmm. I could get used to that." I laugh, gently cupping Abby's face and guiding her back up. She hums, kissing my lips. "But say it again just in case." I mumble against her lips.

"What- which one?" Abby laughs. I laugh with her, reaching back and grabbing her ass. I pull her closer to me, our bodies pressed against each other.

"Both of them." I laugh. She puts her hands on my hips, fingers pressing into the skin gently.

"Well..." Abby pauses, a hint of excitement in her eyes. I have no doubt mine look the same. "You would be..." She pauses again, kissing me. "Mommy." I laugh a little as she beams down at me. "And I..." Another kiss. "would be..." I hum into the third kiss. "Momma." Her grip on my waist has tightened a little.

"Oh yeah." I laugh. "I can get used to this."

Abby grins, a fire growing in her hazel eyes. "Good." She chuckles.

A loud thud from across the hall tears us out of our thoughts. Lev's room! The two of us immediately run into his room, seeing him sitting on the floor rubbing the back of his head. "Ouch." He groans.

"Lev, are you okay?" I ask, a hand over my frantically beating heart.

"Yeah. Sorry." Lev says, standing up. "Fell out of bed." He sighs. Abby and I look at each other, holding back laughs. "Don't you dare laugh!" Lev points at us, holding back his own laughter.

"We're not laughing!" Abby snorts. "Just... it's a little funny." She bites her lip, a wide grin on her face.

"Shut up." Lev says, trying unsuccessfully to hide his smile. I decide it's finally time we tell him about the baby.

"Hey, Lev?" I pause as he looks at me. "Come on downstairs and eat breakfast. Abby and I gotta tell you somethin'." I make it seem as casual as possible, trying to pass it off as some kind of patrol orders or something.

"Okay." Lev nods. "I'll be down in a second." Abby and I head downstairs, a little worried about how Lev will react. The two of us sit in the living room, watching some random movie while we wait for Lev. After a few minutes, he walks in with a bowl of cereal, sitting next to me on the couch, putting me in between two of my three favorite people. "So, what did you wanna tell me?" Lev asks, taking a bite of his cereal.

I take a deep breath, picking at my nails as I will myself to tell Lev what I should've told him months ago. "Lev, I'm pregnant." It comes out clear and calm, my voice hiding how nervous I am. Lev puts his spoon down, looking between Abby and I with a confused frown.

"But..." He pauses. "I thought girls can't get each other pregnant unless one of them has a-"

"They can't." Abby cuts him off, speaking gently. She gets up, moving to kneel in front of him. "Lev, do you remember when I told you that the Rattlers hurt Y/N really bad?" Lev nods. "They did... inappropriate things to her without her consent." Abby tenses up, looking at me for approval to keep going. I place a hand on her shoulder, squeezing lightly to let her know it's okay. "Do you remember what that's called?" Lev nods, scared to say the actual word in front of me. I don't blame him, I'm scared to use the word myself.

"Lev, honey." He looks at me with the most sincere and pitiful eyes. "What happened to me was... it was awful. But this baby... it's not. Abby and I wanna keep it and we... we want you to be it's big brother. If you want to, of course."

Lev's eyes light up with joy. "You mean I get a little sister?!" Abby and I laugh at his enthusiasm.

"We don't know if it's a girl or boy yet, goober." Abby stands up, ruffling Lev's hair before sitting back down beside me. "But yes, in a few months, you'll have a little sibling. Y/N's already four months along now."

"Holy shit." Lev whispers. "Can... can I see?" He asks, referring to my stomach. I nod, lifting my (Abby's) shirt past my stomach to let him see the bump that was getting harder and harder to conceal. "There's a baby in there?!" Lev asks, looking up at me in amazement. I nod, smiling at him.

Lev reaches to put a hand on my stomach, hesitating for a moment. "Go ahead." I say. "It's okay." He puts his hand on my stomach, moving it along the curve.

"Woah!" Lev laughs. "Wait... is this why I haven't been allowed in the guest room?" He glares up at Abby and she smiles.

"Yeah." Abby shrugs. "We've been turning it into the baby's room. Wanted it to be a surprise." The baby moves, causing me to flinch a little out of shock.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Lev asks, taking his hand off my stomach.

"Nono it's okay." I assure him, guiding his hand back to the bump. "The baby's moving around in there."

"Really?!" Lev moves to press his ear to my stomach.

"Yeah." I chuckle. "I think it can sense your touch. It's saying 'Hi, big brother!'" Lev laughs, trying to see if he can hear the baby moving.

"In about a month, we'll be able to feel it kick." Abby says. "And we might even be able to see it moving." She remembers the last bit from one of the dozens of pregnancy books and articles she's started bringing home. She's read each one at least twice in order to know everything she can about the baby and pregnancy. It's cute that she's trying to be so prepared. As Abby starts listing off a few more facts she read, the baby shifts in a way that almost feels like it's doing a backflip in my stomach, causing me to let out an involuntary gasp. "Y/N?!" Abby puts a hand on my back, her and Lev looking at me cautiously.

"Jesus." I let out a breathy laugh. "Little bean's groovin' in there." Abby and Lev laugh at my description of the baby moving. It moves again. "Is it trying to do the Cupid Shuffle?!" The three of us laugh harder.

"I think it's saying 'Mommy, you need to eat! We're starving!'" Abby grins, rubbing my back.

"Alriiight." I sigh. "Guess I do need to eat." Abby, Lev and I spend the rest of the day cuddled up on the couch, watching movies and talking about the baby as well as telling stories from our adventures. Lev tells me about the time Abby tried to teach him Backgammon and Abby tells me about her encounter with the Rat King. I rest my head on Abby's shoulder, feeling perfectly content sitting beside my family.

The next morning, the three of us head to the infirmary to find out the gender of the baby. After another ultrasound, the doctor comes in with a clipboard. "The baby's in perfect health, Mrs. Anderson!" He says. At first, I think he's talking to Abby, but he's looking directly at me. I glance at Abby and she winks with a playful smile. Ah, of course. She's the one who put 'Y/N Anderson' in my file. Honestly... I can't complain. It fits perfectly; shows that Abby and I are together. I'm hers, she's mine. "It looks like you're about nineteen and a half weeks along. The baby is right where it should be in the development stages."

"And the gender?" I ask, grabbing Lev and Abby's hands.

"Mrs. and Mrs. Anderson..." He pauses for dramatic effect, smiling at us. I feel my breath hitch in my throat, so extremely excited. "In just a few months, you will be bringing a beautiful baby girl into the world!" Abby immediately pulls me into a hug, squeezing me carefully as I hug back. The two of us cry, absolutely overjoyed.

Lev stands up on his chair, raising his fists in the air. "I knew it! I fucking knew it!"

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