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[mysicklove]

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

Paring: Sub! Akaza X Dom! Gn! Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Threatening, heavy power dynamics, edging, pillow throwing lol, growling, teeth baring, heavy praise and petting, soft dom reader and confused akaza

A/N: This was a blurb, and then a drabble, and then it hit 1k words and I turned it into a fic. Honestly, mostly akaza trying to manage power dynamics, not alot of smut.

He can’t do it anymore. He physically can’t. It’s even taking a mental toll on him.

How has he let a mere human like you take control over his body?

He has been edged for thirty minutes now. It was a long time for most people, but to him it felt like hours. He has been biting his tongue to hold back threats.

Akaza knows he likes being submissive to you, he knows for complete sure he does. He was the one to ask you to take the lead. Sure it came off as a complaint of a demon commanding a human, but you knew what he meant. He hated that you knew. It made him feel weak.

But in these moments where you deny him pleasure, he hates being submissive. He wants it all, every touch, graze, or caress. How could you deny it to him when he was the one who originally commanded you?

But you don't seem to care. You leave him hanging dry, with no fear of consequences. He could kill you in a heartbeat, but still, you torment him.

Akaza lunges for your hand when you begin to pull away from his leaking cock. Second time this has happened and he cannot be denied an orgasm any longer. He has played your good pet for too long.

He bares his teeth at you, the needle-sharp canines exposed in all their might. His face scrunches up in a glare and he can feel the rumbling of a growl in the back of his throat.

You watch as he squeezes your wrist and begins to pull it back to his now leaking dick. “Touch me.” He hisses and you raise your eyebrows at the tone.

Your hand goes limp in his hold and he tries to rub himself on it, the growls keep picking up in volume at your defiance.

He meets your stare, ready to threaten you some more, but when he sees you innocently blinking up at him, he knows how he is doing this is wrong. He knows that having a tantrum will not get him anywhere.

You always have those eyes when he acts out. When he doesn't get his way. You stare at him like you looking at a small child. It was humiliating.

You only did it when he plays the demon card on you. When he uses the strength of his body to overpower you. When he threatens to kill you.

It’s like you know he would never hurt you, you know that after all of this, he is still sits in the palm of your hand ready to be manipulated for your every need.

In the beginning it made him even more angry. He would yell and scream all the while you would sit there and take it, petting his hair and rubbing his body like you were coaxing a child to calm down. It would take him hours to let down his walls. He was afraid to be seen as weak to a human.

But now almost instantly he seems to relax. Sees those eyes and knows that no matter what he says or does you’ll always be there to bring him down. He enjoys that you make him feel small. It was sickening.

So, he drops your hand with much hesitance. You sit and wait patiently through it all, blinking up at him with such innocence eyes when he knows that you know how much power he has over him.

Just for one last release he grabs the pillow next to him and chucks it at the door. It lands with a small thud and he heaves, baring his teeth at the door while you follow the pillow with a small hum.

You bring your hand up to the top of his head and his eyes snap to you, his canines still exposed. “That’s it, let it all out.” You coo, petting his hair, and he stares in silence. His chest rises and falls in deep breathes, and his cock still pulsates against his stomach.

“Are you with me?” You whisper, tracing the lines on his face.

He begins to relax his face, his breathing goes back to normal and he gulps at you, looking away from those eyes. “Sorry.” He mumbles, clenching his fists in embarrassment. He knows you are kinder when he is polite, he has to suck up his pride.

The cooing picks up again and he feels his face burn. “That’s alright. Look how much better you are doing. Aren’t you being such a good boy, Akaza?” Your hand comes back to his cock and he jumps. You rub the tip and he has to grit his teeth to hold back a moan. “Say it, Akaza.”

Will you let him cum now? He didn’t freak out this time and he apologized. If he says what you want him to say will you finally touch him?

He can’t even look at you in these moments. “I’m a good boy…I want—Will you let me cum? Please.” He whispers so silently that you almost missed it. His face flushes under the marks and he grabs at the sheets beneath him. He listens to the satisfying tear of the fabric.

You smile ecstatically and he flinches, still getting used to the praise. “Just three more. Can you withstand it three more times? For me, baby?”

Another humiliating nickname. If anyone knew that he let you call him this he would have to kill them.

But he wasn’t focused on the nickname. He feels your hand drawing back. He can’t do it three more times. He is bound to get frustrated and yell or break something, accidentally break you. He can't help it. It hurts.

But he can’t seem to find the words for his complains, so he does something for the first time since he met you. He whimpers.

The sound makes his widen eyes snap back to you, hoping you didn’t catch it, but with that grin on your face he knows you did. He tries to pretend it didn't happen for the sake of his pride.

Your hand is back on his cock in an instant.

After the first two denials he begins to sweat, his heart hammers in his chest and he is clenching the sheets with eyes screwed shut. He feels the urge to yell, to command you to touch him, but he holds back. For both your sake and his own. His tongue is covered in bite marks from his very own teeth.

The third denial was the roughest by far. You tricked him, saying stuff like, "Now I'll let you cum." and "It's going to feel so good, right love?" Which made him believe that you missed counted. He didn't say anything, he wanted to let you think this was the third one. He wanted his high desperately.

You pull away at the last second and he wants to yell, scream, do something, but instead he cries in pure frustration. Globs of tears drip down his face and he continues to tear through the sheets as if they were nothing but paper.

"Please!" He begs for the first time tonight. His body racks with the sobs and he leans forward to lean onto your chest as if he really was a small child. His whole cock is covered in his pre cum. It makes him feel sticky and gross. He wants you to make it stop.

You run your fingers through his buzzed hair and murmur sweet nothings into his ear. Finally, you give in, bringing your hand down and begin to set the pace once again. He lets out his moans and whines now, too sensitive and overstimulated not to. His mind is disoriented from the praise dripping out of your mouth like honey.

It only takes him five pumps for him to cum. His back arches and he has to quickly remove his hands from your body so he doesn't accidentally dig them into your skin. He doesn't moan, instead, it comes out as long shaky gasps and rapid muscle contractions. White liquid lands on his chest and your leg.

When he comes down from his high, he doesn't speak. He sits and listens to your praise, no longer feeling embarrassed about it. Instead, basking in the warmth of your words that makes him feel lightheaded.

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[missusthemain]

Burning- König

Drabble... unfinished

-König returns from a long mission to greet his woman eagerly-

nsfw, afab reader x König, google translate german, painful sex, established relationship, size difference, lots of praise and pet names, no use of y/n, pure smut

a/n: Im honestly just clearing out my drafts, might be ooc

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When he returned to base, he was still off his adrenaline high. His body practically twitching in anticipation and need, his hands opening and closing as he stepped into your quarters to see you. Immediately he was surrounded by you, such a refreshing sensation in stark contrast to the testosterone filled, angry, bloodthirsty men he mostly worked with. Your room was sparsely but pleasantly decorated. It smelled like you and it was almost overwhelming. He searched the room for you, grunting in annoyance as he couldn’t find you. He collected himself, beginning to remove his boots and gear as he had came directly to your room from the plane. ‘Where are you?’ he sits on your unmade bed impatiently.

“König?” Your voice carried from your bathroom door in a way that made the man on your bed spin to look at you. He takes in your appearance greedily, your hair thrown in two damp braids over your shoulders, a thin, white towel clinging to your body, the glisten of moisturizer created a soft sheen over your skin. He reached out to you and as always, you melt into his arms immediately, his broad chest as familiar as your own name. Guilt flickers through his conscious, that he was dirtying you with the grime of his work but the smell of your soft, honey-kissed skin silenced his reservation.

“Engel...” he breathes deeply.

“I missed you” you say softly, slipping your hands beneath his dirty baklava, slipping his hood off with it, it was always a treat to see his face, though he immediately buried it in the nape of your neck. His lips and 5 o'clock shadow were ticklish against your sensitive skin.

“Missed you too liebling” he says, his voice hoarse, his hands pulling you into his lap. You feel his need, his lips leave gasps over your neck as you cling to him. His panting turns into him brushing his lips there, his teeth grazing the skin.“You smell so good,” he says, his voice hoarse He does too it would be odd to say so, but his masculine, heady scent was incredibly pleasant to you. He dragged you closer to the apex of his legs, and you stifled a chuckle as your bare thigh met an unmistakable stiffness as it rubbed the zippered crotch of his work pants. You knew what he wanted and knew he wasn’t, under normal circumstances willing to ask for it. Despite his confidence and competency giving orders and making decisions on the field, it didn’t translate necessarily to more intimate settings. Whether it was pride from a successful mission, adrenaline, or repressed need, his usual inhibitions seemed to be stripped.

“So good for me…" . His eyes, now in the light have a certain frantic glimmer, his pupils dilated and moving quickly over you, clean and soft, so soft for him. He wished he had the restraint to worship the sight as it so deserved but all the pieces, the time away, his state, and the fact you greeted him so immodestly made him oh so greedy. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, before they curve into a smile, a crooked, slow smile where a glint of canine is exposed, you press your lips to his and he pulls you in, its sloppy, rushed, and the small sounds you make spur his hands to explore your body, tugging the towel free, and his hands immediately begins groping at exposed flesh, his calloused palms a dissonance against your fresh skin. He was rough, his grip eager, he was never aware of his strength so when he stood, you clung to him as to not fall while his hands gripped your thighs with a bruising grip. He quickly flipped you from his thighs and onto your back, kneeing the bed on either side of you, digging his knees under yours to prop your hips up at an angle, his body hunched-over to meet your lips shortly before pulling away. “I need you now, Schatz.” his brows pinch together as he works on undoing his belt, you see his hands shaking so you stop him; taking a hand in yours softly, looking up at him.

“Are you alright?” you ask, biting your lip, wanting to be caring but also to wanting him to split you open. He grunts in approval.

“Never better shatz” he says, rubbing his hands on his thighs, tense. You undo his belt and he watches, kissing you gratefully. He stands up for a moment, yanking off the strangling work pants, kicking them off, discarding them along with his shirt. You smile up at him.

“You're so perfect leibling- so good for me, I wish I could take my time-“ he works his boxers down his hips and resumes his position between your knees, his heavy member bobbing impatiently. He slips one hand pressed between your bodies as you kiss; his hand vaguely circling the bundle of nerves at your core, a pitiful attempt at warming you up.

“König- I can’t you know I can’t… it's been-“

“Shhh- you can-for me- you can handle it, I’ll be gentle” he assures, reaching between you, guiding himself slowly, he shudders as he feels the welcoming warmth of you between your lips.

“verdammit- you’ll take me just fine” he rubs his thick head over your slick, down and up to your clit, tapping against it, sending a jolt of pleasure through you, always so ready for him when he wanted you.

“Ah” he catches on your entrance and you can feel the stretch already.  

“Relax-trust me- trust me lieb” his voice is gruff and his grip makes your hip ache distantly. But the feeling of his intrusion makes your l head spin. You grip his arm tightly.

"Sorry, Im sorry- you’re so small gott, so tight for me, so warm,” he moves further and you squeeze your eyes closed “look at me-“ he demands softly, his accent thick,  his hand grabs your jaw, the touch gentle but sure. You obey and open your eyes “Does it hurt” he asks, inching in with renewed caution.  

“little bit” it’s a half- truth, it feels like you’re being stretched and its painful but pleasant to please him.

“Fuck-sorry” he buries his head in your neck as he makes one final movement to bottom out, tears sting your eyes and your nails dig into his back, you let out a groan through your teeth you work of relaxing around him

“Ah- can feel you squeezin’ me so hard” he gasps above you, huge and desperate, so desperate. “relax schatz, before I- oh gott” he chokes, pushing further in, his pelvis grinding against yours as he’s buried in you, he doesn’t move but makes these animalistic sounds, his eyes closed and face in your neck.

“Honey” you rake your fingers over his scalp and he groans, hips twitching, you give a tug and he bites your neck gently. “look at me” he obeys, hands digging into either side of the bed unsteadily as he pushes up enough to look at your face.

“So pretty leibling” he says hoarsely. “I’m so sorry, forgive me” He apologizes as his hands run over your body reverently, his hips grinding forwards every few moments, eliciting gasps from you. He kisses you languidly, now that hes balls deep he seems to be less frantic, like your body was the soothing aloe to his burning skin, it was surreal to see him above you, muscles covered by a sheen of sweat, his body like a greek god but bigger, so deliciously big, stretching you and filling you to the brim. It feels like heaven but you were grounded by the dull ache of him filling you up. “Dream of this for so long leibling, your little body, missed you so much, I wish I could be better for you, I’ll be better” he promises.

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[dearharriet]

hi lovely ! it's milunalupin :)

could i please request remus + "i waited for you" ? 🫶🏼✨

hello my friend, ty for the request!! im working on my big boy fic for james rn but i wanted a little bit of remus as a break <3 (wc: 691)

“You smell good.”

Remus looks at the man taking a seat across from him, appalled by such a comment. Sirius looks equally stunned saying it, wrinkled nose a mirror of Remus’.

“Thank you?”

Sirius shakes his head like this is the wrong response.

“Why do you smell good?”

Remus rolls his eyes, keeping his posture aloof. “Took my annual bath last night.”

Sirius scoffs. “‘Bout time. Your stench was getting harsh on my delicate canine senses.”

That pulls a laugh from Remus, however small.

By the door, he sees you squeezing into the packed pub, side-stepping between rowdy groups of people and looking around. You’re wearing a mid-length skirt, and when you spot the two boys in their booth it swishes around each hasty step.

“Hi,” you breathe, “I’m sorry. They made me start inventory and then I just had to shower and—” Remus stands to offer you some seclusion via the walled side of the bench seat. You wave your rambling apologies away, winded from running around all day. “Nevermind. I need a drink, Remus. Come with?”

“Sit,” he demands softly, “I’ll fetch it.”

You do as you’re told, hanging onto Remus’ words like a takeout fortune, foolishly hopeful that they mean something. If Sirius didn’t demand so much attention, you’d probably turn them over in your head a lot longer, but he really, really does.

“Think you can show us lads up, eh missy?”

Smothering a smile, you stare Sirius down with false bluntness.

“Yep. You’re lucky I even came at all, honestly.”

Sirius laughs, spinning his glass, half empty and through sweating. You realize his drink is the only one on the table.

“I’m surprised you did. You’re so popular, but you stay humble for us.”

“I have to,” you agree, “I could’ve been with people a lot cooler than you guys, but I just felt so bad. You and Remus don’t have anyone else to hang out with now that James is married.”

“Moony, we’re being bullied,” says Sirius, raising his voice a touch to reach the boy in question. Remus places two new drinks on the maple tabletop, sliding in close to you.

“I’m sure we deserve it,” he says, passing one of the fresh glasses off to you. “We’re turning into losers.”

You bring the cool glass to your lips, relaxing further into the familiar booth cushion and eyeing Remus’ new drink.

“Is that your second?”

Remus shakes his head. “My first.”

He tracks your brows as they pull together. They’d been here almost a half hour already.

“I waited for you,” he explains, smiling gently. Your stomach leaps.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

Sirius jumps in, stepping on Remus’ toes.

“That’s what I told him,” he says, “I said you’re too sweet to mind.”

“Don’t listen to him,” Remus says, following up Sirius’ heel. His voice is still wearing the crooning silk he tends to direct towards you. “It’s the polite thing to do. Sirius just has poor manners.”

Across the way, the man in question sputters objections while you try not to laugh.

“I—I’m impolite? I’m impolite! Please. She’s the only one at this table who was late to a hangout one block away from her apartment. I had every right to drink my sorrows away.”

Remus ducks his head and shoots you a cat-like grin, but Sirius isn’t done.

“And it’s not being polite if you’re motivated by a massive crush, Moony, by the way. D’you know he’s wearing cologne?”

You stare at Sirius, because the alternative of looking at Remus (who is flushed beyond measure) is akin to a death sentence.

“Yes,” you admit. You’d smelled it on him when he stood up earlier, a fresh earthy scent that was too sharp to be soap. Sirius points at your face like he’s caught you.

“See? The only people who notice a guy wearing cologne are his miserable best mates, and girls who want to be waited on.” Remus shoots him a glare and he throws his hands up as if to say, sue me. “I’m just helping.”

Remus curses through an exhale and drops his head into his hands.

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[neverchecking]

Hi!!! I have a request, but feel free to ignore it if it makes you uncomfortable ❤

So you know the muddle buds in totk? The stuff that confuses allies and enemies in a puff of smoke? How about instead it made ppl horny 👀 with twilight if that's okay? Maybe him and reader went exploring together and accidentally got a puff of that flowers pollen or something?

Idk feel free to ignore this!! Have a nice day <3

Not at all, Darling!

I freaking love the muddle buds. They are my favorite weapon in totk, honestly.

So I went Soft Yandere! Sub! Twilight last time, now we get to go a little more Yandere Dom! Twilight >:D

Slight totk spoilers, but not much! Just about a Muddle Bud!

Smut CW: Hard, rough sex. He pins you to the wall man. AFAB! reader, he has a country accent. Calls you darling, dumbification if you squint, breeding kind. Also, Twilight bites.

Wild had given them the go ahead. He had said that though his Hyrule looked different, most of it was still the same. There were a few new thing, here and there, but it was still Hyrule.

So, obviously you had wanted to explore.

And Twilight wasn't going to stop you. Oh no. But he wouldn't let you go alone. No, he wanted to please you, but he wasn't completely crazy just yet. How could he watch over you if you went off alone? He couldn't! You knew he was Wolfie, so that wouldn't work either since you would catch him right away.

He was just lucky you seemed more than happy to have the company. He was just happy to see you so excited. You trotted in front of him, in some sort of leaky cave, looking at it all as if it was an entirely different entity. You awed over the bomb flowers and ooh'd over the luminous stone deposits. You even cooed over the Bubul frog before being dragged along once more. Twilight merely followed, growling lowly at a Horriblin that seemed to grow a little too cocky. It immediately backed down with a small whine, disappearing into a hole in the roof.

At least it wasn't black blooded.

Twilight remained just paces behind you, staying a steady pillar of security as you let your walls down in favor of exploring. He was more than ecstatic to do so, simply watching you. His Goddess.

Oh, how he adored the spark of life in your eyes as you skipped along, looking around walls and through vine blocked entrances. (Not that they remained blocked for long. One look at your pout had him gently pulling you back with a charming smile before slashing through them easily. When you smiled up at him with pure joy and unfiltered glee, his heart sang.)

"Look, Twi!" You called for his attention that he gave easily, pointing at a small trio of flowers. They were a gorgeous swirl of pinks and purples, almost seeming to shine in the light of the cave. He struck a nearby brightbloom seed to give you a better look.

One of your hands gently graced the petals as you looked up at him. Something inquisitive and endlessly curious lit up your irises, which he just melted over. The inner canine in him howled in admiration, tail wagging as it circled in an excitable circle. He just let himself smile since he doubted you would take too kindly to him just howling.

"What do you think they do?"

"Hard ta' say." He shrugged, crouching beside your own form and eyeing the plant. You gently bounced it on a finger, furrowing your brows at the prospect of a new mystery. "Wild would probably know." You hummed.

He nodded along, before standing, offering you a hand. "Probably. C'mon. We should probably head back before they start gettin' worried. Ya' know how Sky gets."

You giggled behind a hand, taking his before dipping into an exaggerated curtsy. "Why, thank you, Sir Twilight of the Twilight Realm."

Rolling his eyes, he played along-- because he'd be a fool not to. Whatever you wanted, he would give you. There was no question about it. Even if he feigned annoyance. "Why, of course, yer' highness. It is my absolute pleasure." He smiled, one of his canines gleaming.

You laughed again before waving him off. "Oh, shove it. Let's go, cowboy."

"After you." He bowed, making you roll your eyes before you were moving once again. Both of you stopped at the sound of something cracking above you, making you look up. A tip of one of the stalactites shivering before falling. It landed in the flowers, making a puff of lilac smoke bloom in a small cloud around the area. Twilight immediately reached for you, because he'd be damned if he let that hurt you, but unfortunately not even he could fight against pollen as you coughed into his chest.

He gently held your hands, scanning you for anything that could possibly be wrong with you, (Who cared about him? Not when you could be hurt. You could be in danger.). He was going to maim Wild if something happened to you because of something he failed to warn them about. Goddess, if this was something fatal, he'd never forgive himself. No Hyrule would withstand his pure rage should something happen to you. Nothing would survive his pure anger in it's rawest, most feral form.

But, outwardly? You seemed...Fine? Your cheeks were a little red, but you seemed...okay? It was a tentative and hesitant okay, but you seemed just so. "Darling? Are ya' alright? Aches? Pains? Anything wrong at all?"

"No, no, just...hot. Like it suddenly got thirty degrees hotter." That would explain the red cheeks. You gently cupped his cheeks, pupils blowing wildly. "You okay, cowboy?"

"'m fine." Come to think of it, it did feel hotter. Way too hot. And Goddess, he knew you were good looking. But it seemed something just made you positively radiant. Absolutely glow as everything around you hazed away. Your touch was like pure magma, hot and smoldering against his cheek, but he needed more. He couldn't breath without you at this point, but it was more like you were the very oxygen he needed. The atmosphere that kept him together.

He needed you. He needed you so badly. He needed your touch and your aura, for your nails to dig deliciously in his back as he absolutely ruined you. He needed...He needed-

He would fucking explode if he didn't kiss you right now.

So he did. He leaned down, smashing your lips together in a kiss that was more teeth and tongue than anything, animalistic and primal. You groaned against him, fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer. Your groans lit a fire under him, urging him on as his own fingers tugged at your useless clothes. You honestly were doing society a disservice by wearing them. No, you were doing him a disservice because he, and only he, was the only one allowed such a delectable view. Only he could make you this way. Feel the way you clung to him like he would disappear should you let go. Relish in the feeling of you pulling at his hair to get him as close as humanly possible. To hear the way you absolute whimpered his name as he pulled away just far enough to rid you of your blasted tunic, dropping it to the side. To experience the electricity between you two as you ground against him.

He couldn't take it anymore. You were primed prey ready for him to take. He had been patient. He had been a gentleman. He had been everything you wanted. But he was little more than a wolf in sheep's clothing. Laying in wait for the perfect opportunity to strike. To bite into his precious little doe.

And now was this opportunity.

Your head angled up just perfectly as he latched to just beneath your ear, licking and sucking his own marks into the skin. A sign that you were his, his, his. All His. His rutting increased in ferocity and tempo, making you cry out for him as you pulled at his belt. It was dropped somewhere to the side with your tunic along with your own belt as your leggings were pulled to your knees.

Anymore would have to wait since he couldn't.

His pelt fell to the ground, discarded carelessly, as he pinned you against the stone wall behind you, holding your ass in his hands as he rutted and rutted and- If he didn't stop, he'd fucking lose his ever loving mind.

With another growled curse, he ripped those pesky panties away from your lips, leaving the shreds fall to the ground as you wiggled him out of his pants. "Darling, I can't- I need-"

"If you don't stop talking and fuck me, I'm asking for a favor from Warriors."

An absolutely feral snarl left him as he plunged into you, feeling you constrict against him as you cried out in either shock or pain. Didn't matter as you were eagerly demanding more.

And more was what he would give you. More. Until you couldn't stand the thought of being without him. More. Until you couldn't think of anyone but him. More. Until he had effected you in at least half of the way you effect him. More. Until you were nothing but a mindless, babbling, crying mess for him and him alone.

Just to see you, tears dripping down the crowns of your cheeks and drool shining along your chin, was a dream he had had many times over. But to have the real thing, clenching around him, marking up his back with nothing but mindless cries? That was a euphoria like no other.

It was what made everything worth it.

You just felt so...Cynefin with him. Perfect in every way. He just wanted to please you. To worship you. So just let him. He would treat you so nice! So well! Give you a nice home, let you do what you wished as long as he came back to you. Wanted to stay home a be a house wife? Perfect. Wanted to get a job? He wouldn't be ecstatic, but he's sure there's some odd jobs around Ordon, where he can watch you. Want kids?

He halted for a second. The thought becoming oh so domestic to him. The thought of you round with his own kid, his pup, a part of you and him put into one. It was something so domestically perfect and something he wanted. Oh, he wanted it bad. It kicked his hindbrain into a whole new gear as he picked up his tempo, hearing you cry out. You were dripping around him at this point, crying his name again and again before squeezing around him. It was as if you were milking him, asking for his children.

That must've been it, and if that was what you wanted, that was what you would get.

His fingers dug into your hip with a bruising grip, jutting as far as he could, biting into the junction of your shoulder and neck, pinning you there as he filled you to the brim. It was yours, all yours. He wouldn't let you waste a drop, oh no.

Besides, he was just getting started.

Dinner wouldn't be ready for a while yet and by the looks of it, you weren't quite satisfied yet either.

And that just wouldn't stand.

Small AN: Man, three in a day, you lucky geese you! I hope you guys enjoy these all, sincerely, I really enjoy writing for you guys and I love seeing your reactions in the tags. So thank you for being so welcoming. I appreciate it more than you could imagine.

With all my love,

Cinder XOXO

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[touyaism]

punishment - touya todoroki

cw: noncon, overstimulation, toys, ropes

wc: 838

summary: dabi punishes an intruder.

You never should’ve broken into the League's hideout. You never should’ve signed up to be a hero in the first place, because honestly? You did nothing but fuck it up. 

Now you’re face up, tied to a villain's bed like a helpless little rat. And there’s nothing anyone can do to help you, since you're the only one who managed to actually locate this place. 

In other words, you were fucked. 

Literally. 

Dabi didn’t need to do much to rip your uniform from your body, a single flame was enough to burn it down the middle, helping it slip entirely from your body. A serious fault that you’d certainly have to make a complaint about to your designer. 

That is, if you even made it back to them. 

Dabi hovered over you as he tugged a thin black rope around your wrists. He secured your legs down with his body for the time being, and you were surprised at just how strong someone like him was. 

You were a pro hero, for crying out loud, and there was nothing you could do to fight him off. 

Once your wrists were tied together, he tied them to the end of the bed, stopping you from squirming away or moving away from his touch, if that was even possible at this point. You felt vulnerable, exposed, simply lying there and watching your own naked chest heave up and down as your nervous breathing sped up. 

“What are you gonna do to me?” You stuttered, your voice shaky and unsure of yourself. Dabi smirked without looking at you, he was preoccupied with grabbing something out of his trouser pocket. 

“Oh,” he muttered, “we’re just gonna have a little fun.” 

“H-huh?” 

He took out a small device from his pocket, and upon closer inspection, you knew exactly what it was. 

A vibrator. One big enough to fit all the way inside of you, while also stimulating your clit at the same time. You had one just like it in your nightstand. 

Just not- 

He’d tied smaller ropes around it, one big enough to secure the thing to your body.

"Stop!" You yelled at him, as if that was enough to save you now. "You fucking pervert!" 

"Yeah, yeah," he mulled. "Filthy fuckin' hero." 

You squirmed and resisted as best you could, but it was helpless. He crawled on top of you and laughed at your efforts, bringing the smaller rope around your frame and guiding the toy between your legs. You tried to force them shut, but he was stronger, he kept your legs apart with just one knee, and that gave him enough space to force the thing inside of you. 

You hated it - hated how you were already wet enough for it to slide in so fucking easily. He forced it deep inside of you, and didn’t hesitate before turning it up to one of the highest settings. 

“Fuck,” you cried out, “no, it’s too much!!” 

If he was going to be a pervert, couldn’t he at least make it enjoyable for you? You squirmed and writhed to no avail, wincing when the ropes began to burn your wrists. 

“That’s the point,” he muttered, securing the thing to your body tightly. The ropes might have been small, but that toy wasn’t moving - no matter how hard you tried to make it stop. “Stupid fucking hero, thinking you can get caught sneaking around without consequences? You’re dreamin’.” 

“F-fuck you,” you cried, but it was hardly audible amidst your whimpers and pants. There was too much vibration all at once. You could hardly breathe. “Are you going to kill me?” 

The villain laughed at that, “nah, got better uses for someone like you.” He looked down at you, as if pleased with his work, licking his canines and dragging his eyes all along your torso, admiring the way your tits bounced every time you tried to resist the obscene amount of pleasure. Your nipples perked up like daggers,  simply begging to be sucked on. He toyed with them between his fingers, playing with his body temperature and warming up his hands slightly as he pinched and pulled the delicate things. He licked a long stripe over one before taking it in his mouth, sucking and nipping in a way that had your eyes rolling back. 

You couldn’t take it. The vibrator fucked your clit numb, and you were already on your first orgasm, back arching and tits pressing right into his face as you soaked his sheets with your fluids. 

“Fuck,” he muttered against your skin, “that’s it.” 

But, he didn’t stop. 

His free hand reached out to press the toy deeper inside of you, forcing it against your sensitive walls, forcing it to fuck against your clit even harder. 

You couldn’t do it. Not when you were this sensitive. God, at this rate, you were going to pass out. 

“N-no,” you breathed, “it’s too much now, stop.” 

“And just why should I do that? We’re only getting started, baby.”

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Never Say Goodbye - Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader

Summary: The first time you and Dean sensed each other’s thoughts and feelings, you were just kids. It would take years to realize that you both were bonded for life, and even longer to finally meet. [Soulmate AU] (Rated M for eventual scenes – 18+)

AN: Real quick, just want to say I’m so happy that so many people seem to like this little story so far! Here’s a longer chapter for ya.~

Word Count: 4,300 Warnings: Mentions of anxiety. Language.

Part 2: Connection

Dean honestly didn’t remember that snowy day when he was seventeen with much clarity. Or that sad, anxious feeling in his chest.

Not until six years later, anyway.

It was only a few months after Sam left for college, and left his older brother behind. Well, he’d left John too, but he was the one who gave Sam the ultimatum in the first place.

If you leave, don’t you dare come back.

So Dean struggled to be okay with that while he and John were on another hunt in South Dakota. There was a short but significant string of murders in Vermillion, about an hour away from Sioux Falls.

“Too bad Bobby couldn’t make it,” Dean said. He and John were researching the case at the closest library—over at the University of South Dakota. This one was huge, with multiple floors and new computers.

I guess this is what nerds like Sammy dream about, Dean thought.

“Yeah, could’ve used the manpower. But he’s got his own hunt over in South Carolina somewhere,” John said. His voice was gruff with tiredness. They’d driven for about a week straight, slowly but surely getting farther from the west coast.

“So this thing eats hearts. That could still be a lot of things,” Dean said. He gestured at the small pile of books between them at their table. John had been jotting something down in the autopsy report they’d stolen. He then turned it Dean’s way and tapped his finger on the puncture wounds.

“Those look canine,” John said.

Dean’s browed crunched. “Werewolf? It’s not a full moon.”

His dad shook his head. “Similar, but different. If I’m right, all we need is a couple silver bullets. After we track this thing down.”

“Okay, I’ll bite.” Dean grinned at his own pun. “What is it?”

John smirked. “It’s a skinwalker.”

That rung some kind of bell, but Dean would be hard-pressed to remember what made a skinwalker different from a werewolf. He hadn’t encountered one before, but after he killed it, he’d be sure to remember.

John explained how skinwalkers were actually a lot like werewolves: they could infect people with a single bite, they liked their burger meat raw (as in, fresh human hearts), and more importantly, silver could kill them.

Though unlike their lunar-dependent cousins, skinwalkers could shapeshift into their animal form whenever they wanted. And that didn’t limit to canines.

“But in this case,” John said, pointing again at the autopsy pictures, “I’d say we got us a dirty dog.”

Dean nodded. “Okay, so how do we find him?”

“What do the vics have in common?”

They started pouring over the police reports of the five victims. John took out a map of the city and made notes on the location where each body was found.

This was the part Sam was hella good at. Dean enjoyed the Magnum P.I. aspect of it, but sitting here in a dusty library for hours was going to be a severe test of his patience.

He tried to focus on the reports, and he actually noticed that one of the victims was a college student—here at South Dakota University. Another one was a bartender, and the bar was only a couple of blocks down the road.

Interesting.

He shuffled through the papers to find the third victim and felt something nagging in the back of his mind—an annoying buzz that made his brows knit together. He was already feeling a bit restless sitting here, his knee bouncing in place and rattling the table a bit.

John looked up at him. “What’s the matter?”

Dean blinked in confusion. “Huh?”

“You’re shaking the table.”

Dean forced his knee to stop. But that was when he felt it—a growing sense of frustration and anxiety blooming in his chest.

What the hell? he thought. He was perfectly fine a few minutes ago. Why did it feel like it was getting hard to breathe?

“Dean.” John looked at his son a bit harder. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Dean answered quickly. “Fine…I’m gonna find a bathroom.”

He tried to be normal as he got up and left the table, but at soon as he was out of eye-shot of his dad, he made swifter strides towards the nearest bathroom. He went to the sink and splashed some water across his face to wake himself up. God, why’m I so freakin’ tired?

He took slow, deep breaths to calm down. Even though his mind was racing with what the fuck, what the fuck.

He wiped his face with some paper towel and realized his hands were shaking. Was he sick or something? He knew that Taco Bell breakfast burrito was too good to be true—

That’s it. Wake the hell up. I can’t fail this damn final!

That. That was not his thought.

“What the fuck?” Dean couldn’t help saying it out loud, just to make sure he could still speak normally.

He stared at his own shocked face in the mirror.

Then finally, he knew.   

He knew what these symptoms were, because while he’d ignored that chapter of social studies, Sam had always been an avid student. Truth be told, Dean hadn’t really wanted to learn that subject. It was the reason he didn’t like thinking about their mom. And the reason why their dad barely spoke about her.

But Dean knew what happened when soulmates started getting close to one another for the first time.

Dean was feeling his freaking soulmate, and it was scaring the hell out of him.

Suddenly he could feel the bond. It was like a humming thread in his mind, an itch he wanted to scratch. If he just reached out the slightest bit, he could touch it. He could connect with whoever it was on the other line.

He could…or he could just leave it for a while until he figured out what he was even going to say, let alone do if someone answered him back.

So he did what most twenty-three year old men would do when faced with a potentially life-changing bond of commitment and…feelings.

He shoved it down and ran.

Well, not literally ran, but he was quick to leave the bathroom and return to his dad.

“Finally. What the hell took you so long?” John asked. He was already gathering their stuff together to leave.

Dean felt pinned by his dad’s gaze, but he did his best to play it smooth.

“Uh, sorry. Breakfast burrito hit me sideways. Then there was no toilet paper in the stall and I had to climb under and—”

John grimaced and held up a hand to stop him. “All right. Let’s just go.”

Dean let out a relieved breath. He hefted his backpack onto his shoulder and followed his dad out of the library, back to the Impala. He climbed into the passenger seat and took a swig of an old soda to steady himself.

He still felt her anxiety in his chest (at least, he hoped it was a her). Maybe she was having a rough day…but once he remembered what she’d said in his head, he wanted to slap a hand to his forehead.

You idiot. She’s studying for a test, he thought. She’s probably a student here.

That realization made him smirk. Aw, yeah. College girl, huh?

Though that thought was followed by a dousing shower of reality.

Oh shit. The thing we’re hunting just ate a college freshman.

“Dean, what’s the matter with you? You lost in space over there?” John asked. It punctured the bubble of Dean’s internal world and made him sharpen to attention.

“Nah, I’m fine. Where’re we headed?”

John scrutinized him a bit longer, but at Dean’s stubbornness, he seemed to let it go for now.

“To find this thing,” he said. “I narrowed down its hunting grounds and called the local animal control. They’ve been getting reports of people hearing a stray dog barking, but no one’s seen him.”

Dean nodded and settled back into his seat. Just focus on the hunt, he told himself. Deal with the rest after.

You were having a phenomenally shitty day.

Well, you supposed that was nothing new. You were twenty years old, still not old enough to legally drink but old enough to have adult bills and adult stress to go along with it. So you were also broke.

And you were halfway through a degree in history. A degree that your father repeatedly told you was “impractical” to earn a decent living with. Which wasn’t even true.

…Okay, maybe that was a little bit true. But you liked history, and you could easily fall into Mom’s footsteps and become a teacher.

You could work for a museum. You could become a world-renowned historian, or write an award-winning historical fantasy like Game of Thrones and make millions off the TV deal!

…Okay, most likely it was probably going to the teacher thing, but at least you still had dreams.

Your dad only believed in what he could see right in front of his narrow-minded face.

Your dad was a dream killer.

Maybe you shouldn’t have told him that on the phone just now, but you were fuming, damn it. This wasn’t what you needed on finals week. Especially because you had an insane Calculus final to cram for, and only a few hours to do it. You needed to get back to your part-time job at the coffee shop by three. Unfortunately, you were closing tonight.

First, you needed a pick-me-up before you headed to the library.

Sighing, you rubbed the silver ring on your right hand absently as you waited in line at the university’s café. The ring had been your mom’s, and now it was yours. On most days, it gave you comfort; just that little bit of extra support to get you through.  

Eventually, you got to the front of the line and rattled off your coffee order while still looking up at the menu board: extra-large black coffee with a turbo shot, four sugars. When your gaze slid down and met the guy ringing you up, your brain stuttered to a halt.

“Okay, got it. One ‘Turbo Cram Session’ coming up,” he said. He gave you a charming, friendly grin. With his hazel eyes and tan skin, he was a rare find in a midwestern town like this. His brown hair was long, brushing past his shoulders. He almost reminded you of a character from the cheesy vampire book your teen cousin Lily was obsessed with.

Regardless, he was attractive.

A nervous flutter in your stomach made you smile back. “Thanks.”

You paid the overly expensive bill and watched him make your coffee.

“Finals week, right?” he commiserated.

“Yep.” You sighed and nodded. “Three exams tomorrow, one at eight-in-the-damn-morning.”

He whistled sympathetically. “Yeah, it’s a killer.”

He put the lid on your steaming coffee and handed it to you. His fingers brushed your hand when you took the to-go cup from him, but he hissed a bit and pulled his hand back.

“You okay?” you asked in concern. He glanced at your hand. You toyed with your ring in a nervous habit.

“Yeah, some coffee spilled. No worries,” he said. He flashed you a smile. “If you need to pull an all-nighter, just come back. I can help you mainline the espresso machine.”

He tapped the inside of your wrist and you laughed, playing along. “You’d do that for me?”

“Just for you,” he said with a nod. He pressed a finger to his lips conspiringly. “Keep it quiet, though, or the whole school will be cramming in here like stray cats.”

You laughed again. His nametag read, James.

“Got it. Thanks, James.”

“Call me Jimmy,” he said, giving you a more flirtatious smile.

You left the café with a full-on blush warming your face. When your hands hand brushed, you felt tingles on your skin…but you hadn’t heard his thoughts.

He’s not the one.

Disappointing.

You continued on your path to the library.

You were a bit introverted, mostly keeping to yourself. Your friends were back home in Sioux Falls, so you didn’t really have anyone here, and you didn’t put yourself out there as much as you could. But even when guys did notice you (however few and far between that was), you just couldn’t bring yourself to entertain them. Not if you couldn’t feel them.

Maybe that was a lonely way to go through life. Your friends had certainly told you so. They encouraged you to have fun and explore in college, and part of you wanted to. Another part—the more sensitive part—thought that was just setting yourself up for disappointment.

You wanted something real. Something that would last. Like what your parents had, before…

Whatever. Enough of that. You shook your head to clear your thoughts as you approached the library, but it was hard.

Juggling a full-time college schedule, two part-time jobs, and commuting over an hour every day to school was hard. And your dad wasn’t making it any easier.

All right, stop it. Anxiety was starting to well up in your chest, and you couldn’t afford to battle with it right now.

You went into the library and found your usual spot, practically buried behind the reference books. Finding your favorite work desk, you settled your things there and sipped your coffee. You willed yourself to calm down—to power through that voice in your head that wanted to focus on your problems instead of solutions.

You only had a few hours to plug several complex math equations into your head.

That’s it. Wake the hell up, you thought sternly. I can’t fail this damn final!

With a shaky breath, you cracked open your Calculus book, put on your headphones and some music, and started studying.

A few minutes later, the men’s bathroom door opened with a loud crack and someone quickly walked out of it—right past your table.

You were too deep in your studies and your music to notice. 

Father and son were on the hunt.

John was pretty sure they’d found the skinwalker (in a coffee shop of all places). They just had to wait until the bastard came out.

He and Dean waited in the Impala with Reuben sandwiches to tide them over for the stakeout. John discreetly shot his son a glance.

The boy had been off his game all day, but he couldn’t put his finger on why…

“Hey Dad, where’s Zeppelin IV?” he asked, around a mouthful of Reuben. A smile twitched at John’s lips. He wordlessly retrieved the cassette from the compartment on the driver’s side door and held it up in his hand.

“Hey, why d’you keep it on your side?” Dean asked. “You don’t trust me with your tunes by now? Just like you never let me drive?” 

He was mostly teasing, but maybe there was a thread of truth underneath. John scoffed.

“I don’t let you drive the Impala ‘cause you’re a punk,” he said. He offered Dean the cassette, but just as he was about to grab it, John took it back and popped it into the cassette player himself. He smirked. “Driver picks the music.”

Dean gave him a look, like he wanted to snipe a comeback, but thought better of it. He sat back into his seat.

John took a satisfied bite out of his sandwich.

Oh shit!

You sprung up from your desk in the library, wiping drool from the side of your cheek.

Tell me I didn’t fucking fall asleep!

Sure enough, your Calculus book was cracked open, your half-drunk coffee was cold, and you had all but missed your shift at work. No, no, no!

You dashed around like a mad person trying to collect your books, pens, your phone—everything into your backpack. You had walked here from your dorm, so you were just going to have to run to the coffee shop on foot. You were too broke to take a taxi and the bus would take too damn long.

It was only, what, a mile or two?

Lord help me.

You didn’t have a choice. You just had to run.

“Coffee boy’s clocking out,” Dean observed. He and John climbed out of the Impala. By then it was evening, almost night. The sun dipped behind the clouds and the streetlights were about to come on. Rush hour traffic was heavy here at a four-way intersection.

Dean focused on their target. The guy looked normal—dark hair, tan skin. I guess that’s the idea, Dean thought. Look normal, blend in by slinging watery, overpriced coffee, get your filet o’ human hearts on the side.

When the guy came out of the café, he didn’t walk to a car parked on the street. Instead, he dipped between the café and the university library and went through a back alley.

“Let’s go,” John said, and with their guns loaded up with silver (hidden in their jackets), they hurried across the street and ducked into the alley.

But they didn’t see any trace of the guy. Both retrieved and cocked their guns, moving through the alley slowly.

Dean was usually good at this part. His ex-marine dad had trained him well, and he was focused. Alert.

Until something nagged at the back of his mind. A low hum as that connection flared to life. 

Oh fuck. His lips pursed. A persistent feeling of worry (that wasn’t his own) prickled in his chest, like fire ants across his skin. He tried his best to shut it out.

Not now.

You rushed out the library doors and inwardly bemoaned that it was practically nighttime. You were lucky if you still had a job by the time you got to work.

Damn it! Frustration and worry warred for dominance, but you couldn’t focus on that.

Not now.

You hesitated a moment. A weird feeling fluttered in your chest just then…

Ugh, whatever, you dismissed, shaking your head. I’m insane, it’s fine.

You ran to the street intersection and waited impatiently for the walking light to turn green. 

You looked both ways on the street. It was still red, but there was a window of opportunity in a short lull of cars. You could make it if you hurried.

So you did. You took your chance and ran halfway down the street, making it past the first wave of oncoming traffic. You just didn’t account for the truck that was turning the corner—from the opposite direction.

You had time to utter a scream before you dove for the sidewalk. A woman walking her dog helped you up, asking if you were okay.

You were and you weren’t, really. You were shaking, but you thanked the woman with a trembling smile. At this point, you didn’t care if you were fired. Five bucks an hour wasn’t worth getting splattered on a dusty pavement. 

Damn. Guess I’ll have to apply at Starbucks.

It was intense.

Your fear was like a searing hot knife ripping through Dean’s heart, and it tore a ragged sound from his throat as his knee buckled.

John’s head swiveled to him with wide eyes. “Dean—”

That was the opening their prey was waiting for. Or rather, the creature that was hunting them.

A large dog leapt from the roof of the café—behind and above them. It went for Dean first, biting into his arm through his jacket. Both of them went down as Dean struggled and the animal growled and tried to shred his arm. Dean almost didn’t feel the pain, but he felt panic of his own as he tried to pry the creature off by his canine ears. 

“Dean!”

He looked up at his dad, who stood with his gun aloft. Dean trusted him. He helped give an opening and moved his face away.

Three shots rang out.

The first two killed the skinwalker. The third was just for insurance, and maybe vengeance.

John helped Dean out from under the creature’s body, and they watched it transform back into its natural form. Coffee shop boy.

James, Dean read on his nametag.

“Rest in peace, Cujo,” he quipped, but by now the pain was finally registering. His arm wept with blood through his jacket, and he hissed in pain when his dad put firm pressure on the wound.

“What the fuck happened, Dean?” John demanded. “You got shit between your ears, or a working brain? Because whatever’s got you distracted, that’s how you get killed.”

His father’s anger wasn’t pleasant, but his disappointment was crushing.

Dean swallowed the pain, both physical and…and the rest. He just nodded and apologized.

“Sorry, Dad.”

John shook his head, but he continued leading Dean back to the car.

Back at the motel, John was able to stitch Dean up and wrap his arm. They had planned to leave after the hunt to save money on another motel night…but John agreed to give it one more day to let Dean rest on a real bed.

His son wasn’t just in pain. He was melancholy.

It was unusual for Dean, who normally kept up a decent attitude. And it wasn’t like him to slip up like that on a hunt. John could admit, things were different now without Sam. John was different.

Not that he’d been a picnic before. He knew that much. But maybe Sam leaving was harder than John cared to admit.

After he and Dean were showered up, John brought them back some takeout and beers. He gave Dean one, but before he turned on the TV, he hesitated. A twinge of sorry was at the tip of his tongue.

Instead, he asked, “What’s wrong, Dean?”

His son opened his mouth, a denial ready to fire.

“Don’t lie to me, son,” John said. “Just…tell me what happened today.”

It took a while to pry it out of him. He was resistant, and John expected that.

Dean, for his part, was trying to figure out what to say. How to say it.

Just then, he also remembered something Sam told him when he was only in sixth grade.

“Dean, did you know this? Human souls are really complex, and they’re unique too. We learned about it today in school.”

“Good for you, Super Geek.” 

“They found out that connected souls subconsciously try to find each other. So when you start hearing someone’s thoughts, it’s because the souls are trying to bond together, like molecules.”

Like molecules, huh?

Speaking of, Dean hadn’t heard your thoughts since that terrifying moment when he felt you…

For a moment, he’d thought you’d….

Though deep down, he knew you weren’t gone. He knew the bond was there, like an idle TV. Either you lived really close to this motel, or this HBO connection was getting a wider bandwidth.

“Dean?” John pressed.

Dean looked up, breaking from his thoughts. John didn’t often ask him to open up. But Dean figured if anyone would understand, it would probably be his dad.

He was forced to contemplate the question that had been scaring him all day.

Did he want the same soul bond his parents had, even if it nearly killed John after she died?

“…Dad, how did you and Mom meet?”

The question took John by surprise…but maybe it shouldn’t have. His perceptive gaze washed over Dean.

“It was after I came back from Vietnam,” John said eventually. “We ran into each other by the old movie theater.”

Dean smiled. “Aw, both of you were in line for Jaws?”

A resigned smile quirked at John’s lips. “That was ’75, genius. And no, we…literally ran into each other. Full speed. I went to help her up, but she was already doing it herself. Plus picking up everything that fell outta her bag. All I could do was stare at her like an idiot, ‘cause…I heard her say, God damn it.”

John had been lost in the memory for a moment, but here he looked at Dean.

“But she didn’t say it. She thought it,” he said. “And I knew it was her. She was it for me.”

“And she did too?” Dean asked, somewhat hesitantly.

“No,” John laughed a little. “She took some convincing, if I remember right.”

“What, she couldn’t hear your thoughts?”

“No, she could. But that…connection. It’s different in the beginning,” John said, with a heavy sigh. This was harder to talk about than he thought. For Dean, he would do it. But just this once.

“You don’t have so much control over it. It just kinda…happens.”

“And…how did that work, exactly?” Dean asked.

“Why do you want to know?” John returned. Dean quieted, looking down at his beer.

That was all the confirmation he needed to finally know what was going on. He sighed again.

“Son,” he started, then hesitated. He knew what he was about to say wasn’t completely right, but it was the truth. One day, Dean would understand.

“Son,” he said again. “Unless you’re prepared to hang up your gun, and stop hunting, don’t open that door.”

Dean’s brows knit together, a silent question that he almost didn’t want to ask. John answered it anyway.

“Nobody should be waiting on men like us to come home bloody,” he said.

Dean took those words to heart. He reminded himself that his dad had seen blood and war long before he met Mary. Maybe his dad had more regrets than just not being able to save her.

So the next morning, Dean slid into the Impala’s passenger seat. John drove them away from the college town, out of Vermillion, South Dakota.

Dean felt relieved, and also guilty. Then, the farther they got, he just felt wrong.

Soon enough, the warm tendril of connection in his chest dissipated.

AN: Phew! Okay, one major step closer to you and Dean finally meeting. I definitely drew on some of my own experiences at college here lol.

Read on to: Part 3.

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Can you do a Benny weir fic where the reader is like a cupid or something and she had transferred to the gangs school to help people find their soulmates. Obviously the gang gets suspicious of her just like they pretty much do to everyone and spy on her. One day the gang sees her about to shoot a love arrow at someone and Benny tackles her but because of that he ends up falling in love with her. The gang and reader can't seem to figure out how to get him to leave her alone he's constantly clinging to her and kissing her cheek and resting his head on top of hers. In the end the gang figured out a solution but it didn't matter because they fell in love with each other anyways.

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Summary: As a descendant of Cupid, Y/n moved to Whitechapel to help people find and connect with their soulmates. The supernatural gang gets suspicious of the new girl. What happens when they catch her about to shoot a love arrow and Benny gets hit?

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When the gang heard that there was a new girl in town, they immediately became suspicious. Whenever new people came to Whitechapel, it usually ended in the group finding out that they were some kind of supernatural villain and an exhausting fight. It was honestly getting old.

However, Y/n L/n, the new girl in town, didn’t know any of this. This is why she was so confused whenever she’d catch a group of teens hanging around her from a distance, borderline glaring at her with curiosity and suspicion. It made her even more aware of her surroundings. But sometimes, you get lost in the moment.

Y/n was currently at the park, leaning against a tree as she stared at a pair of friends. The two were interacting with a smile but, at the same time, seemed very bashful. Y/n knew why perfectly well. Being a descendant of Cupid, she knew all about romance and love. Her specialty is being able to spot soulmates.

That had been why she moved to Whitechapel in the first place. Being a descendant of a god came with some responsibilities. Hers was to go around giving people the little nudge they needed to be with the person their soul was connected to. Which was what Y/n was about to do.

She could see Jenny and Matt’s connection from miles away. They seemed to be at that stage of “we’re friends who both know we want each other, but we’re still too scared to act on it.” This is where Y/n came in, ready to shoot an arrow to give the two the boost of confidence they needed.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, who was drawing an arrow, a certain group of teenagers watched her from a small distance. They were surprised as she pulled back the arrow, none of them knowing what to do. Benny was the first to act. Not really thinking, he just started running.

One moment, Y/n was ready to help two lovebirds. The next, she was on the ground, bow and arrow knocked out of her grip with a body lying on her. She looked up to see dark green eyes and an expression that slowly went from panicked to lovey-dovey.

Shit.

Looking around, she saw that the tip of her arrow had hit the strange boy on their way down. While gently pushing him up and off of her, she saw his friend group run over to them.

“What did you do to him?” A small dark-haired boy asked somewhat venomously, pulling the lovestruck boy away from her, despite his light protest. Y/n went from worried to angry.

“What did I do to him? He tackled me!” She said, picking up her bow and arrow.

“Why do you even have that?” The boy asked, gesturing to her equipment. 

“I… like archery.” Y/n tried to lie. A blonde girl started getting closer to her, baring her teeth. Y/n noticed that her canines were more like fangs, realizing that she wasn’t the only non-human person in Whitechapel.

“Wanna try that again?” The blonde asked. A blonde boy and the other girl came behind her, also showing sharp teeth. Y/n took a deep breath, looking around to ensure no one was nearby. She noticed that Jenny and Matt had left, which pissed her off. But at the least, the group was now alone.

“Okay, the only reason I’m not dusting you with memory dust right now is because I know you’re not exactly human. At least most of you.” She glanced at the two dark-haired boys, one inching closer to her with a grin while the other tried holding him back. “I’m basically a however-many-great’s grandchild of Cupid. Hence, the bow and arrow. I was about to give two soulmates a nudge towards each other, which is my job, by the way, but someone tackled me and got hit instead.”

“So you hit Benny with a love arrow?” Y/n was somewhat surprised that her being a descendant of a god didn’t seem to phase them.

“It wasn’t intentional!” Y/n whined. She had no idea how to solve this problem.

“I wouldn’t even need a love arrow,” Benny said, grinning at the girl while finally breaking out of his friend’s grasp. “One look at her, and I was hooked.” He moved to stand next to her.

Y/n was a love professional of sorts. But she had never experienced it personally, being too busy with others’ relationships and moving around too much to ever really connect with someone. So Benny’s words quickly brought heat to her cheeks, which she tried to ignore.

“Is he gonna be like this forever?” The blonde boy asked, staring at Benny in confusion. Y/n sighed, frustrated at the situation.

“I don’t know!” She sensed Benny moving even closer to her, which she reluctantly allowed because of the circumstances. “I’ve never struck anyone I wasn’t supposed to hit before! My magic wears off when soulmates get to the stage of their connection that I was supposed to help them get to. I have no clue how long your friend’s gonna be like this.”

The group, besides Benny, looked stumped, having no idea how to proceed.

“Oh, it’s okay, Lovebug. It wasn’t your fault.” Benny put a comforting hand on Y/n’s shoulder. “You’ll figure something out. Or I can stay like this! I don’t mind.”

“We mind.” Benny’s friend group interjected.

“Come on, B.” The dark-haired boy held his hands out, trying to coax Benny towards him. “Let’s get you to my place.” Benny gasped, feeling giddy.

“Can Y/n come?” This confused the girl. She never remembered telling him her name. But she was brought out of her thoughts when Benny put his hands on her shoulders to pull her closer. “Please, E?”

Everyone contemplated the idea. She was still a stranger, but they don’t know what Benny would do if he was separated from the one he “loved.” The dark-haired vampire girl spoke.

“We might as well let her come with us, Ethan. She might be able to help us break whatever spell he’s under, and we can ask her more questions about why she’s here in the first place.” Y/n rolled her eyes. She was willing to try to help the group fix their friend, but being subjected to their interrogations on top of it seemed draining. But everyone looked at her expectantly, waiting for an answer.

“Please, come, Y/n.” Benny pouted, giving her puppy dog eyes. Y/n couldn’t help but soften a little at the sight. 

“Fine.”

***

Y/n felt weird, to say the least. She was sitting on Ethan’s couch with Benny cuddled up to her, surrounded by the rest of their friends. They looked between the two, waiting for something to happen.

“Well? Any ideas?” Ethan asked.

“No, this has never happened before.” Y/n groaned in frustration. Benny kissed her cheek, something he’d done regularly since they left the park, to try to comfort her. Y/n had weirdly grown fond of his affection, not really knowing why.

“Well, what usually happens when you shoot people?” Rory asked. Y/n cringed at his wording.

“That’s just gruesome, man.”

“Well, what do you call it then?”

“...I don’t really call it anything. I try to keep the whole cupid thing under wraps, so I don’t exactly have names for stuff.” Y/n smiled awkwardly before going back to Rory’s first question. “When I hit someone with an arrow, I’m giving them a little push toward their soulmate. If they don’t know each other yet, the nudge helps them meet. If they’re both too scared to make a move, what I do helps one of them make one.”

“So why is Benny all over you?”

“I dunno. Maybe his soulmate is too far, so my magic made him latch onto the first person he saw.”

“You don’t know who his soulmate is?” Erica asked. “I thought you were like a love god or something.”

“I’m not a love god; I’m in one’s lineage. I have powers, but they’re a bit limited. So no, I don’t know who Benny’s soulmate is. They have to be near each other for me to sense it.”

“I already know who my soulmate is.” All attention turned to Benny at his comment.

“Who, Benny?” Ethan asked adamantly.

“Y/n.” The girl could feel the lovey-dovey energy radiating off the boy as the group groaned at his answer. He cuddled further into her, and she allowed it by putting an arm around his shoulders. “Y/n is my soulmate. Y/n is my soulmate.” He goofily sang, smushing his cheek into her shoulder.

“If I knew how to undo this, I would. Believe me.” Y/n whispered, fighting the smile that tried to make its way to her face.

***

A week had passed, and they still had no idea how to reverse the effects of Y/n’s arrow. The girl spent more time with the supernatural group. For Benny’s sake, she would say. She didn’t want to admit it because of how often she would move around, but she grew a bit fond of the group and the antics they would get up to when they weren’t trying to solve their current problem.

Plus, it was amusing for her to watch Sarah and Ethan interact. Y/n could sense their feelings before she’d see them.

“Hey, N/n!” Benny’s cheerful voice sounded, coming closer to her. She lit up, especially when Benny kissed her cheek as a greeting.

“Hey, Bens.” Benny and Y/n had been spending a lot of time together because Benny just couldn’t seem to get enough of her. She was developing her own little crush but chose to keep it a secret. They still had no idea if Benny would stop feeling this way toward Y/n if they figured out a way to stop the effects of her magic.

“You okay?” He asked, analyzing her somewhat blank expression as she went off in thought. She shook them away, closing her locker.

“Yeah. Walk me to class?” Benny answered by taking her hand, enthusiastically swinging them back and forth as they walked to her English class. They talked about the hangout that the group had planned for tomorrow night, deciding they could walk to Ethan’s house by the time they reached Y/n’s class. They said goodbye to each other, and she went in to sit in her spot next to Ethan.

“How’s it going with Benny?” He asked, taking things out of his backpack. Y/n shrugged, doing the same.

“Fine. The effects are wearing off a bit, but not too much. I don’t really mind, though; I’ve gotten used to it.” Ethan nodded.

“What will happen if we can’t fix him?” The words stung a little, despite Y/n knowing what he meant. It sounded like he was saying that Benny liking her was a problem. “I mean, you move around a lot. How will that affect him?”

“I don’t know,” Y/n whispered, partially because the teacher was about to begin the lesson and partly because she felt she no longer wanted to talk.

***

The short conversation Y/n had with Ethan was stuck in her mind the next day. What if she had to leave and the magic hadn’t worn off? What if she stayed, and it did wear off? What if the time they’ve spent together would soon mean nothing?

There was a knock on Y/n’s front door, so she pushed the thoughts out of her mind. Slipping her shoes on, she opened the door to see the guy who seemed to constantly be on her mind.

“Ready?” Benny asked. Y/n nodded, and they left, making their way to Ethan’s house. The walk was peaceful, the air crisp and the leaves turning different shades of red and yellow.

“Are you okay?” Benny asked, squeezing Y/n’s hand to get her attention. “You’re being really quiet.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Y/n quickly nodded, but it didn’t convince Benny. “Just thinking about things.”

“What kind of things?”

“Just… things.”

“Are you thinking about how to make me stop liking you?” Y/n abruptly stopped from his question, making Benny stumble a little. He looked a little sad but kept a smile as he waited for her response.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not dumb, N/n. I know you guys are trying to figure out how to wear off your magic.” Benny’s eyes darted to the ground, kicking around stray pebbles and leaves. “Honestly, I don’t even think this is all because of the arrow. I remember that I still thought of you before it. I’d wonder about who you were and all the different ways I could try to become friends with you.”

Y/n didn’t say anything, so Benny continued.

“I mean, what if I’m acting like this because we’re actually soulmates like I think we are? You’ve only nudged people who you knew were soulmates. Is it really so hard to believe that we could be soulmates, and you just can’t see it because you’ve only seen other people with their soulmates? You literally have love powers; please don’t tell me that you’ve never thought there was even a possibility that you would have a soulmate like everyone else.”

Y/n sighed. A small part of her had always wondered if she had a soulmate of her own. It only amplified when she accidentally struck Benny, but she pushed the thoughts away, thinking it was because of the magic.

But honestly, what Benny said was making sense. As far as she knew, her magic gave people a nudge toward who they were meant to be with. They had never fully considered that her magic was just doing the same for her and Benny. They had never interacted before her arrow accidentally hit him. Possibly, the magic was amplified because his soulmate had love powers of sorts.

“Please, say something, Y/n,” Benny whispered, squeezing her hand again.

“Can I kiss you?” Benny hadn’t expected her to say that. But nonetheless, he nodded and moved closer to her, waiting for her to make the move. Y/n’s hand that wasn’t held in Benny’s moved up to cup his face. She took a deep breath before pressing her lips to his.

Benny’s breath hitched as he pulled her closer with his free hand. Y/n had never kissed anyone before, but she knew that if she had, this kiss would’ve felt entirely different than any she would’ve experienced. It was like new knowledge had flooded her brain, taking over all her senses.

He was her soulmate. And she was his.

The two broke apart, leaning their foreheads against each other. They were both deep in thought. Y/n realized she couldn’t leave town like she’d done in the past. Benny was here, and so were her new friends.

“I knew it.” Benny grinned. Y/n laughed, pecking him on the cheeks.

“You really did.”

They started to continue their adventure to Ethan’s house, closer than when they started. When they reached the house, Benny opened the door, and they walked in. They heard a commotion in the living room and curiously made their way through the hallway.

“Thank god you guys are here!” Ethan exclaimed, quieting everyone else down. “We finally figured it out. We just have to find out who Benny’s soulmate actually is. I bet there’s a spell in his book that could- Wait, what’s up with you guys?” He pointed at his two friends, who were very close together. Seeing it coming from Benny was normal now, but everyone was surprised that Y/n reciprocated the affection more than she usually would. The new couple smiled at each other before looking at their friends.

“We figured it out ourselves.” Y/n smiled. Benny grinned at her expression.

“It just took a little nudge.”

#benny weir #benny weir x reader #my babysitters a vampire #mbav #agaypanic

[skyward-floored]

Can you give us some hcs on what you think the chain's dark world forms could be?

Anon you have opened a can of worms you may regret opening here we go—

Sky

Sky I’m a little torn on, because on the one hand, as the first hero I feel like he should have something very impressive, like a big cat of some sort, or a huge bird (loftwing or otherwise), but also... a remlit just fits him so well. Small and sweet and sleepy, but also fierce and vicious and capable of being a real threat. So I don’t know XD

Four

Four is tricky, I’ve never been sure of what I like for him. Hummingbirds are small and colorful, so I like that, but also the humor in making him be something like a bear or an elephant would be amazing.

That being said, I think I like hummingbird best, but I also think a cat would fit him very nicely, or a mouse or even a butterfly.

Wind

I like Wind as a seagull, and various other seabirds a lot, but I very much like him as a cat. It fits the ship theme, and he meows in game, come on.

Closely related to that, I also think he’d be great as a lion cub, because then there’d be the connection to the King of Red Lions, and it fits with how he’s small but mighty, plus if he does end up being king of new Hyrule someday, the regalness of a lion fits there rather well.

Warriors

Warriors I like as a number of things... I feel like a unicorn fits his sort of regal image, plus he could stab stuff with his horn and that would be cool. I’m thinking like the one on the cover of the last Narnia book. The one with the blood on its horn. That one.

But also, I think a peacock would be really funny, and also a wolf would fit him nicely because of the teamwork aspect they have going, so I’m not totally sure. But unicorn would be pretty cool.

Hyrule

Hyrule I particularly like as one of three things: a jackalope, a fox, or a deer. A jackalope because it ties in to his magical side and also fits with Legend’s dark world form, a fox, because they’re clever and tricky and invoke images of being hunted, and a deer because they also are hunted, but because they’re also sort of mythical feeling.

So one of those. But I could see him as any number of forest creature honestly, Hyrule is just like that XD

Wild

Ah Wild. I feel like he (just like everybody else XD) could be any number of things. I’ve written (and read) fics where he’s a fox, which I like a lot because it fits in with Time and Twilight’s canine theme, plus they’re playful, but also clever. His fur would be a silvery-bluish color I think.

I also like the idea of him being a squirrel because of the practical reasons; good at climbing, good at hoarding food, known for crazy stunts, plus if you made him a flying squirrel you’d have the glider thing too.

I’ve also seen him as a dragon (which is just cool) and a phoenix too, which is neat because of rebirth and all that stuff. But I think my favorite for him would be either fox or squirrel.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #linked universe headcanons #answers from the floor #anon #lu Sky #lu four #lu wind #lu warriors #lu Hyrule #lu Wild #long post #sorry anon I have put a lot of thought into this #watch me blather on

[mscoffeesq]

Getting Stronger

The trouble started about three months ago. I had made a resolution to get myself into the gym, to start finally building some muscle. I’d always felt weak and small, and even though so many people around me loved how cute that made me I hated it. I wanted to be big. I wanted to be strong. And, to some extent, I wanted to feel powerful.

A friend of mine, who agreed to help me out, brought me a gift after my first week and a half of struggling. She handed me a bottle of green liquid and told me it would help me with my muscle building. Well, what she actually said was, “It will make you strong.” I told her I wasn’t comfortable with taking any kind of hormones, but she assured me it was nothing of the sort. It tasted vile, but I managed to choke down the whole thing after a few gulps.

To my surprise, it worked! Almost too well, honestly. After nearly two weeks of failing to lift anything more than ten or fifteen-pound weights, I was suddenly able to lift forty pounds with ease. Each week I was able to lift more, able to run further and faster. But, with each week I started to feel... hungrier. And... larger. Not just in a sense of growing muscle. After a month I realized I had grown almost six inches.

I started to have almost insatiable food cravings. One night, out of nowhere, I was hit with an overwhelming urge to eat as much meat as I could. I ended up buying and devouring an entire rotisserie chicken just to satisfy my hunger, and to be honest I could have gone for another if I hadn’t stopped myself.  Once, I even cut my lip hard on my canine while eating. I looked in the mirror and realized my teeth had all gotten longer and sharper. Not long after that is when the... scales started developing.

Dark, shimmering black spots started appearing on my knees and elbows. It didn’t take long for them to spread. And the whole time I just kept getting bigger, and bigger. I knew what was happening, and I was afraid. But deep down I wanted it. I ate more and more with each passing day, and the meat fueled my transformation. After two months I’d started developing small horns and a nubby little tail. My tail seemed to grow in the fastest once it started, and within a week I was able to swish it around with ease.

I obviously couldn’t go out anymore, but my friend was kind enough to take care of me. The transformation didn’t even seem to faze her in the slightest. She would bring me big helpings of fresh, dripping meat to eat. I would devour  all of it while she would lovingly rub my expanding, scaly hide. I’ll admit, I’ve become rather possessive of her now. I really began to want to add her to the nest I’d built in my room, along with the myriad of things I was compelled to take over the last few weeks.

Three months ago, I was weak. Powerless. Now, I feel the weight and power twitching below every fiber of muscle within myself. My wings are growing in now, and my feet have already become clawed. I suspect my hands will be next. Mine has assured me that I will still retain some of my human facial features- aside from my teeth, eyes, and the scales at the edge of my face. I can accept this. She says we probably can’t stay in the city anymore, but I didn’t want to anyway. There’s too much noise here and I haven’t been able to stand to my full height in weeks. Even hunched over I still fill up most of the room, and my horns scrape against the ceiling.. I will take her somewhere peaceful and quiet, where I can stretch out and continue my growth unimpeded. Although, I will probably have to find a way to pack up my nest. I couldn’t possibly leave a single thing that belongs to me behind.

— I really have been thinking of what to do with this account 😅 But I’ve recently been consumed by dragon transformations after watching Delicious in Dungeon, so I figured this would be something fun to post here

#Dragon #dragon tf #transformation #Lesbian dragons #fiction writing

[lucasthecoffeshopguy]

voldemort is transgender btw. before he was voldemort, he was tom riddle. before he was tom riddle, he was a little girl. and I believe that he would transition socially before he even gets to Hogwarts, just rolling with the assumption most children had that he was a boy. when he grows older he uses magic and potions to change his voice, help him grow taller, broaden his shoulders. he gets whatever the magical equivalent of bottom surgery is, and is still unsatisfied with how he looks. he doesn't feel like who is he - he doesn't feel like he is frightening. he wants, desperately, to be frightening. it starts small, the rituals. the first one was for his eyes, it let him see better in the dark and pick up on visual signs of magic - even let him see people's auras when he concentrated. the side effect of turning his eyes red was welcome, everytime he saw his reflection he admired the stark contrast of his eyes against his skin. The next ritual was similar, only changing his appearance by elongating his canine teeth into something more akin to fangs, but let him feed off of another's magic via their blood. everytime his tongue brushed against the tips of his fangs he felt his back straighten with pride, a small rush of euphoria following each of his transformations. so he went through more rituals, testing the capabilities of dark magic. He was now able to sleep for only a few hours a week, and was easily capable of going even longer without rest if he was busy. He no longer needed to frequently eat either, he was perfectly content going weeks or months without food. He realized, with a hint of amusement, that he was turning into a snake. Nagini would be amused. there were other rituals, of course, there were honestly too many to name. The important part is that every ritual had an affect on his appearance - he grew taller, thinner, paler. his skin had the appearance of scales, his tongue was split and black and contrasted nicely against his nearly translucent white fangs. at some point he had started shaving his hair, appreciating the more unnatural look he had without it. he had completely lost that feeling of dissatisfaction whenever he looked at himself, finally feeling like he had shed all traces of his identity before Voldemort.

Many of his followers thought him to be above caring for his appearance once he started changing, but those who made up his inner circle over the years realized that the sinister changes to his appearance were truly a testament to his vanity. Voldemort was a hideous, ethereal, beautiful creature. This vanity of his only grew when he was resurrected in 1995, the blood of his nemesis flowing through his veins as he emerged from a cauldron full of poison. If not for the specific preparation of ingredients and the blood of his enemy, he would've disintegrated into ash and sludge within that cauldron. As proof of his genius and magical prowess, however, he emerged more beautiful and powerful than ever. His skin was truly hairless - even his eyelashes were gone. His eyes were brighter red, with slitted pupils. His veins were more visible, the thinner areas of his skin nearly transparent with how pale he was. The most interesting part of his transformation was the changes to his genitals - there was concern, in the back of his mind, that the work he had done to gain a fully functional cock would be undone. This fear was useless, however, as he was rebirthed with two of them. It was a shame he had to wear robes, but it wouldn't do to let just anyone see him in all of his beauty.

anyways this is all to say that if voldemort could literally fuck himself he would.

#voldemort #tom riddle #trans voldemort

[vampysparkz]

Poltergeist Part 2

Ajax Petropolus X Fem!Reader

WARNINGS

None!

TAGLIST.

@mitsuri-suzuki @regulus-black-223048 @gretesstuff

After some quiet bickering between Y/N and Enid, the two made their way down to the quad. They walked down the stone hallways, Enid rambling on and on about how annoying her brothers were and how erratic her mother acted over the summer.

"Hey, Enid?" Y/N queries, her eyebrows knitting together as she thought over the question she wanted to ask.

"Yeah?" Enid hums, looking up from the piece of neon pink saltwater taffy that she was unwrapping, before successfully freeing the sweet from its wax paper prison, and popping it in her mouth.

"You always talk about your mom, and your brothers, but what about your dad?" Y/N asks, unsure if the topic was okay to mention. Y/N had met Enid's dad... Well. More saw him, neither of the girls were very happy to introduce each other to their parents since they were previously exhausted from staying up all night studying, so neither of them ever exchanged any words.

"My dad? He's a cool, down-to-earth sorta guy. He doesn't talk a lot though, mostly out working and stuff" Enid shrugs, wrinkling her nose when the taffy stuck to her molars and her canines, (much like a pitbull that got into a jar of peanut butter) and Y/N couldn't contain her laughter.

Y/N nods with a small hum, and Enid perked up. "What about your mom? I haven't met her yet." She hums, still struggling to free her teeth from the sticky confines of the taffy. Y/N thought for a moment, before giving a soft smile, adjusting her bag on her shoulder.

"My moms cool. It's just me and her, so we do our best to get along." She nods, the warm smile remaining on her lips. Enid nods with a little hum, licking the rest of the taffy off of her teeth before looking up as the two stepped foot into their first class.

Y/N could /feel/ the mischievous grin that spread across Enid's mouth, watching as he friend scurried off to go sit next to a vampire girl that Y/N didn't know well. She looked around, and her heart sunk. There was only one open seat, and it was next to the one person she's been avoiding. Ajax Petropolus.

She took a shaky breath, fighting every instinct she had not to go intangible, but rather settled with semi-tangible, her form flickering. Ajax didn't notice at first, he was too busy staring at his phone, the screen blank. Honestly Y/N just assumed that he was stoned, it wouldn't surprise her.

The teacher walked in, beginning to drawl on about some sort of history lecture, something that Y/N had no interest in, especially not while Ajax was sitting so close to her. She had never even been within 3 feet of the boy, much less sitting directly next to him.

She sat in silence, until she heard him give a soft sigh. "I.. Sorry. I haven't been paying attention, what are we going over again?" He asks, his voice barely over a whisper, a rough ish tone sliding from a smoke burnt throat. Y/N's breath caught slightly in her throat, mustering up whatever little courage she had to answer. "Uh... Normie History I think, World War 3 and whatever misfits fought in it" She nods, glancing over at him, watching as a small snake slowly slipped out from under his beanie, sneaking a curious glance towards the girl.

"Ah, cool. Okay, thanks" he nods, before offering a hand out to her, which Y/N shook, doing her best to make sure she stayed tangible, despite the butterflies in her stomach. "I'm Ajax" he says, with a small smile that made Y/N's heart melt. "Y/N" she smiles.

Part 2 is done!

Again, sorry it took so long, I've been swamped with work and school. Will have the new part up soon!

#ajax petropolus #wednesday 2022 #ajax petropolus x reader #wednesday addams #nevermore academy

[nerdy-and-dedicated]

Stronger Than You (Steven Universe AU)

So as a massive Steven Universe fan, I couldn’t help but create this small au deathpuss fic of it. If you haven’t watched it, please do. It’s amazing. 

Inspired By This Scene (spoiler alert for those who haven’t seen the show): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=coOK-eZDm4k

Side Note: Puss is a black sapphire while Death is a fire opal. It will make sense as to why towards the end

Tagging: @royallydivinelesbian @thor-is-trans-and-pan-he-told-me

~~~

Everything hurt so much as he attempted to get up. The last thing Perrito remembered was Jack Horner attacking them and…oh no. The dog looked around, desperately searching for a way out of this cell. He had watched enough prison escape films to know that even the most secures one had weakness. So Perrito began jumping on floor and pushing panels on the walls to see if anyone had tried in his cell. Then his attention turned to the yellow field blocking his way out. It seemed unlikely that he would be able pass through it but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try. Perrito took a deep breath before taking a running start at the electric field. He let out a groan as he managed run straight through it. The dog spun around happily a few times, not believing it actually work. After he calmed himself down, Perrito sped down to the right of the hallway, only coming to a halt a few cells down from him. Inside was a small ginger cat beating the walls furiously. The feline was wearing a brimmed hat with a large yellow feather, a black cape, a belt, and a pair of well loved leather boots. He also had a sword sheathed to his side and what appeared to be a rounded black sapphire on his back. The dog approached the prisoner and tried to get his attention.

  “Um…hi.”

 The cat stopped and just stared at him.

 “Are you okay?”

 “Do I look okay to you? I’m locked in a cell and separated from my Muerte.”

 “I’m looking for my friends too. Maybe we can do it together.”

 The cat hissed. “I don’t need your help. I’ll find my own way out.”

 “Honestly, it’s really no trouble.”

 The cat examined the dog, only realising he was on the outside the cell. “Wait, how did you get past the field?”

  The dog smiled as he created a gap in the field with his body. He watched his new friend stare in awe before running through the small space. The cat then helped Perrito out of the force field and gave him a loving pat.

  “I’m sorry for my behaviour Perrito. Places like these make me incredibly anxious.”

 “It’s fine, I feel the same way. If we split up, we can find our friends faster.”

 “Good idea.”

  Perrito gave the cat a quick smile before running down the hall. On his search, he thought back to his new friend. There was something oddly familiar about him. The way his mannerisms and clothes in particular. Even the way he said his name was familiar and he couldn’t figure out why. Then he heard the sweet yet eerie tune. The same one his best friend would whistle to him as a lullaby. Perrito followed the melody as best he could. It was a bit difficult especially with Jack’s bakers wandering the halls and the entire place being incredibly echoey. So, when he finally found the source, the dog let out a massive sigh of relief. He investigated both side of the hallway before approaching the figure. It appeared to be a massive canine, judging by the snout and tail. They were wearing a black poncho with the hood up, dark trouser and leather wraps around their forearms and feet. The individual seemed sad, maybe this was the Muerte the cat was talking about.

  “Hey, I like your song. Are you Muerte?”

 The canine tilted towards him. “That’s me. Are you alright? You’ve got a nasty black eye there.”

 “Oh, I’m fine. It’s doesn’t hurt that much.”

 “Still, I suggest you get some ice on it when we escape.” Muerte smiled, removing his hood.

 “Okay! Now how are you going to get you out?”

 “Pass through the field and I will lift you up. I can pass through that way.”

  Perrito nodded as he followed the wolf’s instructions. He made a ninety degree turn, making it easier for Muerte to lift him up and escape his cell. The large canine gave him a quick hug before placing him back on the ground. Much like the cat, Perrito felt like he had met Muerte and the feeling was driving him crazy. Though he didn’t have time to dwell on it as The wolf’s ears began to twitch violently. At first Perrito didn’t hear anything, not until he ended up chasing after Muerte at high speed. It was the cat from earlier calling out for the wolf. The small dog ended up colliding into Muerte’s calf when he stopped in the entrance of a large circular room.

  “PUSS!!”

 “MUERTE!!”

  The two individuals both ran to the centre before Puss leaped into Muerte’s arms. The wolf smothered the cat in kisses, both giggling in delight. Perrito watched from the sidelines as the couple was reunited. His tail happily wagging at the sight. No wonder the two were so miserable when they met. Muerte and Puss missed each other so much.

  “Did they hurt you my firefly?” Puss asked

 “No, no. I’m okay, did they hurt you?”

 “Who cares”

 “I do.”

  Perrito stared in awe as the couple began laughing and spinning around the room. Soon a bright, white light engulfed them as they fused into the dog’s greatest friend of all time: Tiger Eye. He couldn’t believe that Tiger Eye was a fusion this entire time. No wonder he was so badass and awesome.

  “Perrito!! Thank you so much!!”

 “Tiger Eye, you’re a fusion?!! I can’t believe it!!”

 “We’re so sorry, we had hoped you’d meet up under better circumstances.”

 “Well…did I make a good first impression?”

 “Oh, sweet, beautiful Perrito…we already love you.”

#deathpuss #death in boots #death x puss #pussdeath #puss x death

[neofeliis]

You Shouldn't Have Followed Me

Notes: another one shot, less angsty more just a rewrite of finding out what Astarion really is. With a dash more ✨drama✨

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It was either instinct or restlessness that pulled the tiefling out of sleep, mismatched eyes cracking open to see a figure looming over her in the dark.

Tav's heart lurched in her chest, eyes fluttering to clear the blurriness from them, only to see none other than a familiar face over hers.

Arms braced on either side of her shoulders, face in shadow amongst a ring of silver, and red eyes fixed primally just below her jaw. She'd barely had a second to see his face was drenched in sweat, when the small hitch in her breath caused him to lurch backwards, seemingly snapped out of whatever daze he was in.

Astarion rolled back onto his heels, bracing himself with a hand, and stared wide-eyed at her with a slight snarl that revealed pointed canines she'd only barely noticed before. His chest heaved, small curls of hair stuck to his forehead.

"Shit." A single word betraying the panic on his face, and the fact he hadn't intended to be caught with whatever he was doing.

She pulled back on her bedroll, the words starting to rise, but he did not give her the chance to get farther than that. In an instant, Astarion was on his feet and running towards the forest's edge, bounding off into the night.

"Oh absolutely not," she muttered under her breath with a grimace. They were stuck with each other, they needed each other, and they weren't going to be skulking around in the dark without an explanation.

Quiet enough to not wake the rest of the camp, she pulled herself to her feet and headed off in the same direction he had gone, or what she had at least hoped.

Hope may not have been enough, however, because it was evident that the rogue was good at hiding his tracks. A trait she would have been perfectly pleased with under any other circumstances as an asset to their team, but in this moment it was nothing but an obstacle.

Tav cursed under her breath as she fought through the underbrush, resisting the urge to call out for him and announce herself further. Not like he would respond, but honestly, running into the woods?

It seemed, however, he could not hide himself forever.

There, on the overgrown path, was a slaughtered buck. One that appeared far too similar to a boar they had found earlier in the day, although it appeared that this one was significantly more difficult to take down judging by the amount of mess around it. That, or the killer was much less restrained, more frantic. Hungrier.

She approached it slowly, trying to key into all of her senses in that moment. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and she realized that this kill was fresh enough that the blood on its fur and in the dirt still glistened in the moonlight. Crouching next to it, she placed her hand on its side, and felt its fading warmth. Very, very fresh, she thought. At that moment, she recalled what he had said earlier that very day.

"It's been killed by a vampire."

Tav had been surprised that he knew what it was at the time, and knew also that there was something he wasn't telling her. Which she hadn't pushed, they were all entitled to some level of secrecy as long as it didn't hinder their ultimate goals.

The tiefling pulled her hand away and wiped the blood onto her trousers, rolling slightly on the balls of her feet as she looked around her.

Everything went still.

Something in the back of her mind, something instinctive, screamed at her to get up. To pay attention.

A voice from the dark, disembodied and sinister, broke the silence. "You…should have stayed in your bed." Her skin prickled at the sound, something primal within her being made to squirm in unease.

The second Tav rose to her feet, a hand found its way to her throat, spinning her whole world on its axis until her back impacted the trunk of a tree. Clawed hands flew up in a panic to grip at the pale arm that held her in place, magic crackling at her fingertips, though the wind was knocked out of her. It took a second for her wide eyes to refocus on the familiar face that loomed over her.

Astarion, with blood slashed across his face, stood staring gravely at her beneath heavy lids. His shoulders heaved, head lowered like a predator assessing its catch, but the hold on her throat was distinctly not as crushing as she had prepared for it to have been. She expected to be gasping for air, but it felt more like he was caging her than anything else.

What the tiefling had noticed, was that he was holding back. Despite the blood lingering around his mouth, the wild look in his eyes, his hands betrayed his restraint.

What would have eluded her awareness, however, was the raging maelstrom in this man's skull. The hunger that was screaming against everything he held back to just take what he needed from her. The buck wasn't enough, it was never enough. Its taste still lingered in his mouth, coated his tongue, but he could not stop from imagining how she would taste. How sweet? Invigorating? The unbreakable command laid upon him to never feed upon a thinking creature no longer applied. Astarion was freer than he had been in the last two centuries, what was stopping him? He could so easily just take what had been denied of him for centuries.

I am not like Cazador. Everything should be stopping me! I need her. I need this alliance, his mind raged in rebellion to the beast. The monster he never wanted to be.

The man's arm burned with the effort to control his grip on her. He…he didn't want to hurt her.

He would still try to convince himself it was only for what she could provide towards this little mission of theirs. Convince himself that the warmth that struggled to find life in his chest when he was around her was nothing but the effects of the tadpole. Some ridiculous side effects, delusions. Hallucinations.

"You shouldn't have come after me," he growled through his teeth. Astarion sounded out of breath, but the hiss of a warning was there nonetheless. There was something off in his voice, something that wasn't entirely there. He didn't trust himself, she shouldn't have either.

"Why, so you could return to finish whatever you were trying before?" she retorted. "I would love an explanation, if you would be so kind. Before I decide I have one less ally in this."

She felt his hand twitching, the grip faltering for just a second. Enough for her to take two hands and shove with all she had at his chest.

Surprised, the man stumbled backwards a few feet and found one of the moonbeams slicing through the canopy. There, he seemed to find enough of himself to not come at her a third time. There, she saw everything she had evidently chosen to ignore before. The ruby eyes, the elongated canines, his iridescently pallid skin in this light.

"You're the one who killed the boar," she said, not a question.

The man shifted, like he was bracing himself for something. "Yes." It was all he offered back, and there was no strength in it, just a low rumble in his inflection. There were very few possible reactions that often came after this revelation in the centuries he had been giving it.

"Were you going to do the same to me," she bit out, eyes narrowing slightly, "if I had not woken up?"

Astarion seemed to find himself then and he raised his hand defensively. His denial came a lot faster than he had intended. "No! No, it's not what it looked like."

"Oh? Why don't you tell me what else it could have possibly been, then?" She hurled right back at him, her hand hovering over her twice threatened neck.

He knit his brows together, suddenly looking ashamed, like he had caught up with himself. "I, I wasn't going to hurt you," he started, softly, "I just need, well, blood."

There is was, the confirmation she needed. Tav's eyes swept over those features again, the ones that made him stand out in a way that wasn't so immediately obvious, but triggered something self-preserving in the back of her mind. What to do with this revelation was up to him and how the rest of this conversation went.

"I only feed on beasts, I swear. But I have been too slow, too weak…I need something more substantial to," he paused, choosing his words, "To fight better. To help us."

"So you thought stealing from me without my knowledge was the correct choice?" she narrowed her eyes at him, and he was certain he knew where this was about to go. Every muscle tensed, his hands twitching and prepared to meet her.

Astarion had left all his equipment at the camp in his hurry, and it looked like she had done the same. He knew some magic not quite as much as she, and if he wanted to stand a chance against her, he would need to be quick. Faster than she could react, than she could begin an incantation. All he needed to do was get a hold on her neck and tear…it would be so quick, and all that was left would be his for the taking.

"You could have given me the courtesy of telling me," Tav eased back slightly, looking more annoyed than anything. The ease with which she said something that was so very unexpected was almost enough to knock the wind out of Astarion. At the very least, it was enough to absolutely slam him out of the dark path his baser instincts had tried to lead him down. Hiding that shift, that disgust at the lack of control, took every ounce of effort.

He found himself doing that a lot these days.

Instead, he tilted his head at her, lifting a slender brow. "Are you trying to imply that you would have taken this news with grace, and not, say a stake and a pitchfork?" he scoffed.

"I'm saying that you should attempt to give me some credit if we are meant to be working together. And to not decide for me what my reactions should be."

He might have gone slack jawed if he had less composure. There they were, alone in the forest. He could have taken her without a trace here if he wanted. Or at the very least tried before the others awoke. She was vulnerable to him, and while it was clear that she was beyond being afraid of him, she should have been at the very least avoidant of his company in any capacity. The only explanation that didn't seem utterly outlandish was that she was simply a fool. One that he could perhaps gain some advantage from here.

"Well then, color me pleasantly surprised," he replied, smirking that fanged grin at her.

Every time he used it, it was obvious that he fully expected it to get him what he wanted. It was an old, worn tool that came to him with such ease regardless of the situation. He'd mentioned once before that he was a magistrate in the city, and she could believe it for all the disingenuous qwips that came right along with that smile. No matter how dashing it was.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Astarion," she warned, feeling like she was catching the edge of that curtain before he could draw it fully shut on her. "How long have you been planning this? Are we all just meals to you?" There was a twinge of hurt, so faint, in her voice. The words of someone who had been willing to give trust, and was concerned now it was not well-placed.

Astarion knit his brows together and frowned slightly, his shoulders caving forward. "You misunderstand me, my friend. I, I only feed on beasts. Boars, deer, kobolds… I've never, not once, fed upon thinking creatures. I swear." There. There was the honesty. The soft inflection, the hint of shame.

Tav eased slightly and released her tension in a long breath. "Then why me? Why now?"

He deflated then, the weight of that shame sitting squarely on his shoulders. "I just, needed more. I've been kept weak, all my life, and for what this defiled body of mine needs, I've only ever been afforded vermin. Insects. My," he paused, looking to the dead buck nearby, "curiosity got the best of me. At what it would be like to not be kept weak for once. It will not happen again." He met her eyes then, and she read the sincerity there. "As for why you," he inhaled slowly, "I can't say."

Tav weighed her words, considering their situation, what they needed from each other, and what they were going to face in the future. There were going to need to be sacrifices, from everyone.

"I want to make this clear to you now," she started finally, watching him brace, "but you could have told me." With that, she slid her back down the tree and sat at the base of it. She pulled up a knee and rested her arm on it, while her tail curled around her hip. If nothing else, she was exhausted having been pulled from sleep so early.

Astarion had no reply. He had been preparing for her to try and incinerate him. Not for this. Not for the tiefling to one, be so reasonable about this reveal, and two, put herself in such a position in front of him.

"We cannot help each other if we are not honest with each other. And in this fight, we are going to need all the help we can get," she continued. "I have to be able to trust you, Astarion. That may be foolish, but until we are rid of these things, I would much prefer having you on my side. Just as I would like you to trust me on yours."

He had to recover. He couldn't just stare at her all night; he looked like an absolute fool and he did not have any control over the conversation. That simply would not do at all.

"Well, my sincerest apologies for not placing more faith upon this newfound friendship of ours," he started, seeing now that he had his opportunity. An opening. "While we are on the topic of trust, I'd love to reapproach the idea of allowing me to have just a taste, a sampling if you will. It would help me, immensely."

Tav didn't outwardly react, nor did she outwardly say no. She just assessed him quietly. He was asking, which was an improvement. But his facade was back up.

"I just need a taste," he continued, taking a careful step towards her to test the waters, "Please." The word was a whisper, and he wasn't looking at her face anymore. Oh she could tell that had worked for him many times before.

Tav pursed her lips, wondering how stupid she was about to be.

Evidently, very.

"Alright," she finally replied. His eyes flew back to her face in surprise, and she leveled him with a serious glare. "Not a drop more than you need."

The smile of victory spread slowly on Astarion's face and he stalked closer to her. "Of course, not one, drop, more," he enunciated, standing over her now, savoring the power he held here.

Or, the power he expected to feel here. She may have been sitting at his feet, below him, but her stare was alert. Unwavering, and disarming all at once. There was a quiet strength emanating from her that seemed to say 'do not forget that I am allowing you this.'

She was a fool to trust him with this, because she would be his first, and he could not promise that he would be able to control himself. Somewhere in the back of his mind was the hope that he could.

Slowly, Astarion kneeled down in front of her and leveled a predator's stare at her. "Comfortable?" he asked.

Tav nodded imperceptibly, holding his gaze. Her heart stuttered in her chest, the smarter part of her railing in protest against this. But she needed to believe that the benefits would outweigh the risks. "I am trusting you, Astarion."

He smiled, slow and wicked, "A foolish thing to do, but I will do my best." The man braced his arm on the tree beside her, knees straddling either side of her, and leaned in slowly, close enough now that she could feel his breath on her skin. He paused, just slightly, and murmured, "This is a gift, you know. I won't forget it."

Their eyes locked for just a second, and the small gasp that escaped her was just enough to put him over the edge, as he sunk his teeth into her flesh.

#astarion/tav #bg3 #astarion #hes a vampire darling #astarion fic

[cydanite]

Theatrics of Deception

(Ao3 Link) EDIT I almost forgot! Credit to @the-storyteller-and-her-soldiers for helping me proofread this one, thanks love!!! <3

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‘This has gotta be the worst state I’ve woken up in in a long while’ Martyn thinks with begrudging sentience. There’s an unpleasant fog clouding his mind, discouraging him from opening his eyes. His eyes in turn thrum back aches of muted pain in agreement, threatening the start of a headache if he dares try taking a peep. The discomfort in his head is only superseded by whatever surface he’s decided to sleep on jutting uncomfortably into his back. Honestly, the whole situation reeks of some bad decision he’s made. Some all nighter he’d tried to pull to catch up on work, or a party he’d spent way too long at. Slowly, he persuades his eyes to open, and a dark unfamiliar room unfurls before him as his vision adjusts.

‘Well that’s one point towards the latter.’

He starts moving to get up, before noticing his hands are stuck, somehow. Weird… He runs through a few next steps: trying to clear the brain fog preventing him from remembering what he did last night, running his thumb along whatever’s catching his wrists, searching for some kind of give, and taking in the room he’s in. It’s dark, real dark, he can only really make out the edges of sparse furniture and the small LED glow of a couple appliances, as well as- oh jeez is that a person over there? There’s a figure a few meters in front of him, their form hard to make out by the minimal light, and they’re just… standing there.

The hair on the back of Martyn’s neck stands on end, the situation just sobering enough to jog his memory, reminding him that he was neither pulling an all nighter writing in his apartment nor partying hard enough to ruin him completely the next day over.

What he was doing last night… he was furthering his investigation on The Red King. 

Shit.

“Your audience is awake, my liege!” A gleeful voice emits from the figure as the lights in the room all blare on at the same time, blinding Martyn for a moment. He can now fully make out the confines of the small room he’s contained in, its windowless walls and concrete floor, as well as the wooden chair he’s sitting in, hands and feet tied up. He can also make out the figure before him, one he’s seen plenty in photos but never in person. 

Sir Cadian is blanketed, near-entirely obscured by a thick carpet of moss, tiny blood-red flowers speckling its surface like stars, or blood splatter. It would make for a strange ensemble on its own if not for the shiny golden armaments it contrasted with. Gleaming against their lush backdrop close to a dozen golden watches, in a litany of sizes, orbit a long chain strung over his shoulder. Metal gauntlets, one larger than the other, catch the light at the sharp ends of pointed fingers. Most decorated of all is the golden helm he wears, a glittering visage of the sun where his eyes should be and the silver crescent of the moon covering his mouth with a faux-smile. He stands straight, before giving a deep bow and stepping dramatically to the side. And then, standing before him, is The Red King himself.

The Red King, a figure clouded in equal parts mystery and panache. A supervillain who first made his presence known six months back. He’s since enacted a variety of schemes that threatened the safety of the city, earning him a swift rise to infamy. To date, none of them have worked yet. He’s never even killed a person, directly or indirectly, as Martyn has pointed out in his writing. But thus far The Red King hasn’t needed to. His force of presence always spoke for itself and, regardless of what his actions might convey, the people feared him.

He’s dressed in a fine regalia decorated with fur trim and vicious, claw-like tears in equal adornment. A tarnished bloody crown rests between two pointed canine ears atop his head. Below, his eyes are obscured by a blood-red mask, the edges of which feather and bleed into his matching dark hair and massive cloak, trailing behind him like a stain as he slowly approaches Martyn. He’d also only seen him in photos before this moment, but aside from his nerves firing the main detail he registers now is just how The Red King towers in person. He finally stops a few feet away from him, his teeth gleaming like daggers as his mouth twists into a wicked smile.

“Martyn Littlewood.” His voice drips with an accent both archaic and modern. “Ye’re brazen to think we wouldn’t catch ye snooping.”

Martyn tries to keep his face stoic, staring The Red King straight in the bloody imprint where his eyes probably are. It’s the one skill he swears gets him all his top stories. Fake it ‘till you make it, when you’re found out you’ll have at least learned something. Plus the alternative right now would probably involve him passing out right now. So he steels himself instead.

“I, uh. I didn’t think you’d mind is all. Plenty of articles have been written about you already.”

“Yes… and several of them yours.” The Red King waves his hand, and behind him Sir Cadian grabs a leaflet of papers from atop a wood desk standing next to the door.

“Ahem. ‘The Red King; New Villain Emerges in Metropolis Area.’ ‘Expert Analysis on The Red King; Motive, Methods, and Powers - Lycanthropy Confirmed?’ ‘Hostage Situation at Red King Lair; Soup Group Saves the Day!’ ‘Hotguy and Cuteguy - Assault at The Monolith; What We Know.’ ‘Top 10 Villainous Fits; Who Does Bad While Looking Good. The Red King - Number Four’.” Sir Cadian lowers the papers from his face. “Wow! This guy’s a bonafide freak!”

“Never writing sensational periodicals again. I stand by what I said there though.” Martyn states, yet his voice is merely a whisper through his teeth.

“The point remains.” The Red King bellows. “Ye’re… prolific in the field. To be honest, fer someone as knowledgeable as ye are, I'd have thought ye’d have thought up a plan to evade us. Luckily the good Sir doesn’t disappoint.”

Sir Cadian twirls one of many pocket watches by the chain. “Next time include me in the headline!”

Martyn scoffs. “Well I’m here now either way. Not sure what you would want with a simple reporter like me anyways, unless you need a ‘you’ expert for some reason.” He turns his head to face away from the King. The Red King smiles, giving a hearty chuckle, before beginning to circle the room, walking away from where Martyn is looking.

“I assure ye, I understand myself perfectly fine. Just as well as I understand your justified fear of me right now.” He’s made it halfway around the room now, standing behind Martyn. Just out of his field of vision. The back of his chair is thinly scraped by the sharp tips of clawed fingers. “Ye can stop worrying. Fer right now at least, my plans for ye aren’t malicious. I actually have a favor to ask.” He stops and folds his hands behind his back, standing in front of Martyn once again.

“ …Go on.”

“I have a message. A message I wish to tell to everyone in this wretched city. I want it to carry through the streets like wind, to stick to the mind of people like frost.” Martyn flinches back best he can as The Red King suddenly jolts forward, their faces now inches apart. “My message will be the front page headline tomorrow morning, Mr. Littlewood. Do I make myself clear?”

The Red King’s breath wisps across Martyn’s face as his smile grows, widening into a toothy maw full of impossibly long rows of canines. The dark jagged shadow of his hair bristles across broad shoulders. A sharp sound emanates from below, and Martyn can hear the wood of the chair he’s in crack and splinter where razor-sharp claws press into its arms. Right now, the face staring at him looks like the nightmare a kid has after being read a fairy tale not fit for their age, constrained only by the imagination of their fear.

Martyn takes a breath. Fake it ‘till you make it…

“Alright, but only if you do something for me.”

The Red King’s smile, his bravado, for only a moment, falters.

“You have no right to make requests at The Red King’s orders, you-” Sir Cadian begins to storm over from the sidelines before The Red King raises their hand to stop him, smile returned.

“Sir Cadian, ye forget the position we’re in allows us to entertain and, in turn, be entertained.” His hand lowers as his gaze locks onto Martyn’s once more. “Tell us now, what would you request? Your Majesty?” He ends, voice dripping with ichor.

“Allow me to interview you.”

A beat, and then the king rumbles in a roaring, deep-bellied laughter, Sir Cadian following in suit with a falsetto wheeze of glee. Martyn waits for the two to finish their raucous laughter before continuing.

“As you said previously, I am something of a resident expert on you. You’re one of the main topics of my articles. Being able to talk to you, in person no less, is like a dream come true for me. You want me to spread your message, let me ask a few questions and whatever answers you give I’ll spread those as well, reporter’s promise.”

The ghost of laughter still haunts The Red King’s mouth, its edges curled into a smile. His eyes, however, study Martyn with a deeper curiosity now, searching for any kind of trap in his offer. After a few seconds his smile fades into a more serious look.

“If ye know me as well as ye say, you know I value my secrecy. But you’ve put me in a fair mood, so~!” He sits on top of the wood desk, almost casually. “I’ll allow ye one question and one question only for me to answer as I see fit to. Understand?” 

Martyn nods, eyes fixated.

His smile widens. “Then shoot.”

“...How are you?”

When he looks at The Red King, he’s sitting in front of him, ears pressed against his head, eyes furrowed in a mixture of confusion and scorn, and one clawed hand curled against his lips in thought. And Martyn knows that, if only temporarily, he’s just killed The Red King’s act. The two stare at each other, waiting, the rising tension begging someone to make a move. Martyn doesn’t falter, and it’s The Red King who backs away first, standing up and turning his back to Martyn, arm’s crossed.

“How am I.” He taps his foot, mulling the words over in his mind like one would an object. “How am I.” He rolls his head around his shoulders. “How… am I.” The tapping stops.

“I… am growing impatient, Martyn. I have been for a long while now. The people of this city have forgotten the true meaning of fear. They’ve grown soft, placid. Emboldened.”

The Red King turns back to face Martyn with all the ferocity of a blizzard, the empty void of his eyes now glowing a cold white light as his claws grip his shoulders.

“When you tell those people: ‘Red Winter is Coming.’ When you tell them those words, Martyn. Then, and only then, will my patience be rewarded.”

The Red King turns away with a flourish of his cape, marching towards the door and yanking it open, Sir Cadian meekly following behind. The Red King turns his head, staring back at Martyn one last time.

“Don’t fail me.”

And the door slams shut with an echoing boom, rattling the few freestanding objects in the room. He’s alone now, and despite his heart racing at a mile-per-minute pace Martyn gives a quiet smirk to himself. He can’t help it.

He’s always been a damn good listener.

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It’s dark out when Martyn wakes up from another overly oppressive sleep, slumped against a wall of some abandoned alleyway on the outer edges of the city. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he reaches into the messenger bag his captors had thankfully returned to him. It takes a couple of minutes for his phone to wake up from the total inactive state it was placed in, but eventually he can start returning a couple worried texts and figuring out where the closest station is to get home. And then he takes a deep breath, stands up, and taps his boss’ number. As it rings he braces for how hard he’ll have to fight to change tomorrow’s headlines so late.

#cyd's superhero au #theatrics of deception #hermitcraft au #hermitcraft superhero au #life series au #life series superhero au #3rd life au #hermitcraft ren #life series ren #3rd life ren #rendog #the red king #life series martyn #3rd life martyn #martyn inthelittlewood #martyn littlewood #inthelittlewood #hermitcraft bdubs #life series bdubs #3rd life bdubs #bdubs #bdoubleo #bdoubleo100 #mcyt #mcytblr #awash in a sea of tags augh

[donutsupremacy]

Adopt a good boy

•Razor's ending

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Warnings

Razor struggling to speak as fancy as he could, which isn't a lot but we love him

You're gonna feel the fluff tonight

Razor is shy

Doggo and kitties

A/N: Understandable choice. I would pick best wolf too.

I noticed Razor does actually have pretty normal grammar, a few mistakes here and there sure, but other than that he can actually speak rather normally. Hence, why I didn't make him go 'Razor want kiss' 'Razor bark woof woof' every 10 seconds.

If you're wondering why I included him when he had no physical canine/feline traits, it's because in this AU, one of guz biological parents would be a pure blood human and the other, a half-canine.

P.s. I don't know if Varka has an official design, even if he does, who knows if it'll change in the games. So, I just made him like an elder cause why not lol

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They weren't exactly happy with your choice, but had no heart to continue and compete for your heart.

Razor was a foreign student from Wolvendom, he was full of innocence and purity. Though, he may have trouble with his grammar and was still getting accustomed to everything, that didn't stop everyone from coddling him like a baby. Neither one of them had to heart to fight with him over you.

"Thank you, for choosing me." Razor spoke in his usual raspy voice, his cheeks flushing red as you smiled at him. "Razor... will make sure (Name) will not regret choosing Razor."

"There's no need, Razor. I'll be happy with you, no matter what." You reassured, your smile, as usual, sending his heart racing a thousand miles per hour.

For your Valentine's date, it was held at an adoption centre. According to the gray haired boy, his parents had passed away relatively early, but was taken in by his parent's close friends.

It was a group of elderly men, who had also adopted a young white haired boy named 'Bennett', Razor's adoptive brother.

Instead of a building, it was more of a sanctuary. The building was a little small, but had a large backyard with playful critters running around energetically. When you first entered the building, you were immediately tackled by a large husky.

You screamed out of surprise at first, only to enter a laughing fit when the canine began licking your face, the tongue finding it's way to the most ticklish spot on your face.

"Ah! No, stop!" Razor quickly knelt down next to you, gently prying the canine off your chest. "Bad dog! No good pushing people down!"

"Ahaha... It's fine, Razor, I don't mind." You reassured, wiping the slimy and thick saliva off your cheek. It's disgusting, but you've honestly went through much worse than dogs licking you.

The gray haired boy rushed towards the nearby counter, taking a small pack of tissues and handing them over to you before sitting next to you on the floor. "I am sorry... This is Andrius. Andrius is mascot of centre." He introduced, an arm hung loosely around the canine's back, holding him in place without hurting him.

"Nice to meet you, Andrius." You cooed, scratching the back of his ears.

Andrius panted happily, his fluffy tail swaying left and right. He barked, opting to lick your hand if he couldn't do so to your face. "Andrius... likes to be alone. Also not full of energy. First time seeing Andrius... very excited."

"I think Andrius likes me more than you do." You joked, unaware of the jealous mumbling that came from Razor as you pampered the dog.

"Oh, is that a new voice with Razor I hear?" Avoice spoke, causing you to flinch. Andrius barked, slipping out from Razor's arms and trotting over towards an elderly man smiling fondly at the two of you.

You quickly got up, straightening your attire as Razor slowly stood up next to you with a small smile. "Good evening, sir. I'm (Full Name), Razor's date." You blurted out, causing the boy to stare at you with widened eyes and flushed cheeks.

"Oh, there's no need to be so shy, Razor. And there's no need to be so formal around me. I'm Varka, the manager of the adoption centre. It's such a pleasure to finally meet you, Razor has been rambling non-stop about you." Varka chuckled, earning a quiet and embarrassed mumble from the younger male.

Your face grew warm, wondering what Razor had said about you, let alone rambling about you. You looked over at Razor who nervously fiddled with the collar of his hoodie, before flipping the hood over his head and shyly looking away from you.

"I won't bother you young ones on your date, the adoption centre's closed and the others are resting, no one will bother you two... Maybe Bennett will, but I think he might be playing with the critters right now." Varka said.

With a whistle from the elderly man, the husky barked before trotting off into a hallway. "Off you two go now, and take care of my boy, (Name). If either of you need me, i'll be in the office."

"Th-Thank you, Lupical Varka..." Razor stammered out, Varka's laughter echoing in the hallway with the husky's barking.

You stifled a chuckle, grabbing Razor's hand gently. The sudden warmth enveloping his palm caused him to flinch, his shoulders tensing up and the a faint blush spreading across his face.

"You said there were puppies and kittens I could play with, right? Lead the way." You lightly tugged on his hand, urging him to move.

His muscles loosened, nodding with a small smile, your enthusiasm and eagerness causing his heart to melt. You were just as adorable as the newborn puppies and kittens.

Razor intertwined your fingers together, leading you down a different hallway. Passing by several door, the sound of high pitched barking and meowing grew louder as you approached the door at the end of the hallway.

"Raz— I... want you to meet new lupicals. Lupicals are wolf family in Wolvendom. Very young and like to play. Also like to bite, but not very strong. No need worry." Razor grabbed the doorknob, twisting it and pushing the door open while stepping aside for you to see what was inside the room.

You certainly didn't expect a young white haired boy covered from head to toe in puppies and kittens.

"...Hi Razor!" The young boy greeted, unfazed by dull teeth sinking into his skin or tiny claws scratching at his hair. The gray haired boy jolted in shock before rushing over to carefully lift the newborns away, you followed suit, gently prying off the ones that were attached to his back.

Your arms and chest were now covered in colourful fur, but you couldn't resist when they started letting out high pitched barks and meows, their large neady eyes reflecting your face.

Your heart melted, bringing them closer to your face, resulted in a pepper of kisses and licks. You let out a laugh as more and more began to surround you, pawing at your shoes and nuzzling themselves against you.

"Bennett not hurt? You need to be more careful." Razor sighed, placing the puppies in his arms down that soon scampered toward you, their tails wagging in excitement.

"Nah, i'm alright! Is that (Name)? Nice to meet'cha! I'm Bennett, Razor's brother!" He greeted, extending a hand towards you. You placed them all down before accepting the handshake, now half of them decided to climb up Bennett's legs and biting his shoes.

"Nice to meet you too... Ah, how did you know who I was?" You questioned, now trying to pry the ones clawing at his legs.

"Razor actually talks a lot about you! He told me how pretty you are, how funny and smart you are and—" Before Bennett could continue and ramble about Razor, the said male placed a puppy on his head.

The gray haired boy's face flushed bright red, trying to distract you by shoving a (Puppy/Kitten) at your face. "R-Razor can take care of new Lupical. Bennett need rest."

Despite it clearly being an excuse to have Bennett leave the two of you alone, the innocent white haired boy fell for it. "Alright! If you need anything, let me know, you know where to find me, Raze!"

Placing the puppy on his head down, the white haired boy waved goodbye at you, only to walk straight into the wall, missing the door next to him. You winced, but Bennett only rubbed his head, seemingly unfazed before actually leaving through the door.

You waved the boy goodbye, still surrounded by the critters wanting to play with you. "...So, 'Raze', what kind of things did you 'ramble' on about me?" You teased, sitting down on the ground.

In a blink of an eye, not only several puppies and kittens crawl onto your lap, several more began climbing your back.

You didn't really feel much pain, their claws weren't as sharp as you thought, but your back was certainly not enjoying it. A blushing Razor came to your aid, prying them off your back. Holding one of the critters and sitting next you, petting it's head. "Y-You are very nice, I like to talk about you, a-a lot..."

"That's sweet of you Razor." You cooed, leaning your head on his shoulder affectionately. You felt his shoulder tense, but then a hand moving up from your back to caress your head.

As you gazed around the room, admiring the cute decorations, you noticed over a little puppy sitting on a large bed.

It was a gray puppy with (Colour) eyes, laying down while staring at the wall. Some of the puppies trotted over, nudging at it in an attempt to get it to play with them. Eventually, they gave up and either rested on the same bed or went to play with you.

"Razor... Why is that little one sad?" You asked, pointing at the puppy.

"...That one? That one always sad... because no one want to keep it at home. Lupical very shy and easy to scare. Difficult to make bond with new parents, so Lupical always return..." Razor awnsered, gazing at the poor puppy with a sympathetic expression.

"I see..." You mumbled, following his gaze. After being adopted several times, only to return back into the shelter, you can't imagine how rejected the poor canine felt. All it needed was time and patience, before the special bond between the puppy and owner could take place.

You stood up, slowly approaching the puppy with several more playful ones trailing behind you. Razor, though confused, followed you as well. "Hi." You greeted softly, crouching down to the fearful puppy.

It scampered backwards, it's doe eyes staring at you with fear. Your heart stung at it's terrified whimpers, when all you wanted to do is greet it. "Please don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." You reassured, holding your hand out.

The puppies and kittens were still either pawing at your legs or off to sleep, meanwhile, Razor was standing behind you, watching with a small smile on his face.

He picked up the puppies and kittens behind you, quietly urging them to not disrupt you. Though he was partially failing, as he was distracted by you.

At first the little one wouldn't budge, just remain at the back, shaking like a leaf while staring at you. It felt like an entire decade had passed by before the puppy finally leaned foward slightly, a paw out while glacing between your hand and you.

You suppressed the urge to coo at it's shyness, you used to be like that once. It took a step foward, sticking it's nose out to sniff at your palm, it smelt like daffodils.

Eventually, it reached a paw out. It patted the air a few times, missing your hand by an inch, before it's small fluffy paw landed on the tips of your fingers. You leaned foward slightly, causing it to flinch, but not withdraw. "Nice to meet you." You greeted softly, enveloping it's tiny paw in your large warm palm.

It's trembling ceased, licking it's nose as it glanced between you and it's paw in your hand with the same shy stare. "I think... It likes you." Razor knelt next to you, reached out to pet the puppy on it's head.

"Really?... I like you too." You giggled, scratching it's chin. "It's sad that you're stuck here..." You mumbled in defeat, fighting the urge to ask Razor if you could take it back with you to the dorm and keep it.

The dorms normally don't allow pets in the buildings, save for emotional support animals. But that didn't stop several students from trying to smuggle their pets into the building.

Luckily, the resident assistant doesn't care much if a pet was snuck into their dorms. So as long as it doesn't cause a ruckus every night or go around destroying things, they allow pets to secretly stay.

Still, you weren't sure if you could keep it. You've been quite busy lately, receiving a mountain of assignments that never seem to end.

"...We adopt." Razor blurted out. You turn towards him with a brow raised, was he seriously suggesting something you wished to do but was against it?

"...I'd love to, but... I don't think I would have the time to care for it. I'm sure there'll be better owners for it." You sighed, deciding to accept the truth.

"Razor think we take turn caring Lupical." Razor suggested, his smile causing your heart to melt.

You hummed, it would be nice to have someone look after the puppy if you're busy. Plus, Razor works at the adoption centre, if he was busy too, he could as Bennett to look after it.

You bit your lip, conflicted of the idea. "I don't want to force you. You choose." The gray haired boy reassured in a gentle voice, holding your free hand as the other was being sniffed by the puppy.

"..." You looked at the puppy, who in turn returned it's shy gaze. It's big beady eyes, as though begging for you to accept his offer, pleading you to take care of it as it desperately needs someone as loving and caring as you.

"(Name)? S-Sorry, Razor say something bad? O-Or I make you angry? I don't mean it!"

"No." You replied, putting out both of your hands for the puppy, allowing it to climb into your hands. You cuddled the puppy close to your chest, turning around and walking towards an anxious Razor with a soft smile.

Leaning foward, you place a gentle kiss on his coarse lips. The male flinched, nearly pulling away from you, but remained as still as a statue until you finally pulled away. Although, he wished you didn't.

"I was just thinking how good of a father you're gonna be." You buried your blushing face into his chest, the sound of his heart beating rapidly in your ears.

"R-Razor?... Father?" He managed to utter out in shock, seeing the puppy now staring at him with a rather joyous expression. Slowly, his dumbfounded expression morphed into an affectionate one, pressing a kiss on your head. "...You and me... best parents ever."

"We certainly will be."

For the rest of the day, the two of you continued to play with the puppies and kittens. And once you got home, it was safe to say you had a new roommate, a rather fluffy one.

And a someone special now in your heart.

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A/N: I should really stop rushing these endings lmao

As a cat lover it hurts me to write a puppy adopting ending (Not that I hate dogs, I just love cats more lmao), but I thought a puppy would be far more fitting for Razor

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What if...

You chose someone else?

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin oneshots #genshin razor #genshin impact razor #genshin razor x reader

[nolassolace]

HHHHHHHH

I caved

Fight me

Here's the dumb little nark drabble I wrote at 4 am. I typed it all up on my phone so I really don't care if it's formatted wierd or if there's any punctuation wrong oops?

Might do a small series with it who knows.

But yeah here's one of the ways I see Nicky and Larks first kiss going down.

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Lark realized he may have been in just a little bit deeper than he originally intended with one Nick Close than he had thought.

The two of them grew up together, went through tough shit, nightmares, break ups, experiments, the list goes on. Nicky was a big fan of always throwing out the good old “ Nothing brings people together like shared trauma.” quote  always through a crooked grin and a shrug of his shoulders, and you know what? He was right.

After everything, Lark could only go to Sparrow for so much. But Nicky? He could rant about his dad to him for hours on end. That's when this whole mess started, the feelings and all that other bullshit.

They were probably 16 or something. Who cares really? Lark had been ranting non stop going on almost 45 minutes (not that Nick was counting) It was when Lark was having a hard time calming his breathing and Nicky stopped him from pacing, grabbed his shoulders, gave them an affirming squeeze, looked in his eyes and barely above a whisper said “ hey, man, deep breath. You're good, I'm right here.” amber eyes searching into his with concern and reassurance, then a gentle kiss placed to his forehead before the other ruffled his hair and stated light heartedly “ it's gonna be alright song bird.”

As they got older things got a bit more complicated. Nicky started spending more time in the infernal plane, he’d visit every now and then and when he did they would stay up all night talking, laughing, having a few drinks, better judgment stalling things that could ruin a good friendship. Especially when the older of the two would do things like fidget with the brunette's hands or rest his head on his shoulders. Lark liked when Nick would do those things which just made it that much worse. He'd notice how Nick's fingers were always warm and his nails ever so slightly pointed, and his hair always smelled good, even with the addition of the infernal planes smoke.

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There were a few times that were too close for Larks' comfort honestly. Like when Nick would play with his unruly locks as they watched tv together and fell into comfortable silence. Or when he would teasingly blow smoke in Larks face when they shared a smoke or even worse the way they would perfectly banter with each other through arguments when things got too competitive.

Their first kiss happened in Larks second year of university. They went to some party on campus since Nicky was visiting after who knows how long. Lark decided it was best for his mental health to not keep track ( 63 days).  Nick was quick to show his skills in Guitar Hero as soon as he saw the avatar selection screen on the tv in the living room. It didn't take long for him to start beating ass left and right at the game. As bystanders watched in awe, Lark sat nearby sipping on a solo cup tracking the half demon's expression as he played, his heart stuttering at the curve of Nick's smile, the faint glint of canines being ever so slightly too sharp. The way he bounced on his feet when he got too into the song and gave an occasional hop that made his black hair bounce on his shoulders and get in the way of his eyes which always led to him flipping it out of his face. Lark let a fond smile slip when he could see the ever so slightly visible smoke and warmth radiate off his friends fingers on the plastic frets as he tried to suppress his hellish nature. 

Nick finished his last round before he let some poor freshman take their turn to try and follow up the show he had put on, he plopped down next to the younger on the worn down couch, stole his cup and chugged whatever was left of the awful college grade concoction. Nick patted his back and noted he was going to go get them refills before standing and taking his leave to the kitchen which before Lark knew it and before his brain could scream at him to stop what he was doing he was following Nicky close behind following the sweet smell of that he carried with him.

Once in the kitchen, solo cups refilled, Nick turned around to face Lark, only a little surprised to see his friend had followed him “ ahh it too loud out there for ya songbird?” his lips curled as he got ready to make some cocky remark about lark missing him after barely 30 seconds, the younger cut him off barely above a whisper of “ Shut it Foster” practically whispering it in to Nicks lips as he closed the distance and gripped the front of the jacket that he'd been gifted by his father. Lark waited to be pushed away, for the older to separate from him and chew him out or just disappear like he had gotten so good at.

But it didn't happen, at least not how he expected. 

The ravenette pushed back just the slightest to break the kiss just for the tiniest moment. Amber eyes desperately searching Sage ones trying to find the hints of how this could be a prank or any type of deception, and when he couldn't see any, the faintest glow of blue flickered from Nicks eyes the same shade his horns seemed to give off like the center of a match and he dove back in to the kiss. He snaked his arm behind Larks neck to hold him close and it didn't take long till the cup was spilled down his friends back as they backed up into the pantry in a mess of drunken passion, open mouth kisses, tightening grips on clothes, just barely too warm fingertips brushing across scarred skin and the faintest scent of smoke.

Nick was the one who broke the kiss, panting and touching his lip with his hand after Lark had given a bit of a too confident bite. Maybe it had been too far? And of course only now he would realize this too late and he was absolutely going to beat himself up for it forever now as Nick practically rushed out of the kitchen and back into the fray of the party. Face flushed, his nose and lips the same warm shade of red. He shouldered his way past a few people and made his way to the back yard, opened a stupid portal back home to the infernal plane with his dumb flaming fingers and vanished just like that. Just like he had gotten so good at once they had gotten older. The portal closed and the smell of smoke and Nicks shampoo lingering in the air around Lark, he groaned and rubbed his face with both hands in frustration before punching the door of the pantry and leaving a significant dent in it. It didn't take long for him to grab his jacket and notify Sparrow he was going home.

Nicky didn't come around as much after that.

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