#i'm also staring at that crimson midnight

[spottedenchants]

early ludinus lore

context dates:

544 PD - The Marrow War, a conflict between Dwendalian and Julous forces, begins 16 months later... 545/546 PD - The Marrow War concludes as the Dwendalian Empire overtakes the Julous Dominion less than 25 years later...

~570 PD at the latest - The Eve of Crimson Midnight occurs in Rexxentrum and the Cerberus Assembly is created

a fight between (unspecified) noble-housed/established mages with noble mages of the Julous Dominion

resulted in a lot of collateral damage and innocent casualties

the remaining mages involved in the conflict formed the Cerberus Assembly, subservient to the Crown in exchange for absolution

Ludinus is stated to be an original/founding member of the Cerberus Assembly both in his character blurb in EGtW and on-stream

585 PD - Molaesmyr is consumed by a corruption that results in the Savalirwood

caused by the replication of a failed/incomplete Aeorian experiment intended to create plant life capable of serving as an arcane power source/enhancer

Ludinus's character blurb in EGtW states he fled Molaesmyr to what would become Bysaes Tyl, and then "left his culture behind" to "achieve greatness" and pursue arcane interests in the Dwendalian Empire

(also of note: in 836 PD, Ludinus's annex, Zana Deelio, was helming an excavation into A2, the location of the corrupted arboretum)

dates and durations are pulled directly from EGtW and can also be found on the miraheze wiki

#ludinus da'leth #critical role #cr spoilers #critical role spoilers #nothing here is spoilers but #idk what to do with this- like it's not contradictory necessarily but something's not sitting right with me xD #i'm also staring at that crimson midnight #i understand there's only a limited number of colors and there's plenty of red herrings #so i have no conclusions to draw in the post #only dates to provide #this doesn't even get into how the aeor experiments were trying to create sustainable residuum before residuum was supposedly a thing #and specifically how ludinus consistently seems to be trying to create enhancements for soldiers between the plants and residuum and dunami #idk what's going on #chanse chatters

[i23kazu]

♡ GENSHIN MEN & STUDYING WITH YOU

characters. xiao diluc kaeya childe wriothesley lyney alhaitham x gn!reader genre. romantic fluff. an. i need motivation. they are my motivation | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

xiao

he's the one who's a all the noise-cancellation, blacklisted apps kind of student. everything is on lockdown and on do not disturb mode – please don't disturb him. poke him with your pen and you'll just see him roll his eyes at you– no, seriously- it's not worth it! however, xiao is also a really good student ; always on task, even on the subjects that he absolutely despises. ask him to tutor you and he might grumble and groan, but what happens when the tutor falls in love with his student?

diluc

possibly the class rep. studying with him is a express ticket to resources that teachers had given him because of his high-class status. he's not proud of it – he believes that each student deserves the chance to have the same access as him – which is why he's willing to share it with you as well. we didn't even have to meet up, you could just have sent it over- you whine, but the tinge of crimson on his cheeks is a telltale sign that perhaps he needed- no, wanted, this excuse.

kaeya

the teasy study buddy. watch him annoy the hell out of you– you know he's teasing, but sometimes it hurts. "haha, i thought i taught you this already? does the little bunny not have enough space in there?" he taps your head with his pen. it's only when your face crumples and you start to mumble out apologies, teardrops cockling your paper – that he panics. "shit- i'm sorry– how can i make it better?" he wipes your tears away. he makes it up with a sweet kiss and a stack of gift cards to your favourite cafes.

childe

he's the friend who keeps you going, truly. if sunshine was bottled up and wrapped with a bow and had an orange cap, it would be childe! watching your face fall after staring at algebra simply won't do, no, no. let him lead you as he tugs on your hands outside of the study room, and just let your feet follow in his footsteps – you'll find yourself outside the library cafe. "alright, it's on me! what do you want?" maybe his wallet is a little lighter, but so is his heart, once he sees your face light up.

wriothesley

wriothesley is the one who has it all planned out. first, you'll start studying at 10pm... which is a little late, but it's alright. you'll get tired around midnight, which will be when he offers you the first cup of chamomile. "won't this put me to sleep?" you whine, accepting it from him anyways. he chuckles and runs his hands through your hair, replying that it's never worked on him. true enough, you start getting sleepy around half past one – finally leaning against his shoulder, your arms going slack. kissing your head, he drapes a blanket around you. good night, (y/n).

lyney

the one who sits besides you, cracking jokes every now and then! but when it's time to study, he can buckle down and start doing work –that's just lyney – the human on and off switch. there's something about him doing work while twirling his poker cards in his hands that's just so mesmerising – a stare too long catches his eye, and he starts doing a trick for you. get back to work!, you laugh and playfully swat his shoulder, turning back to your own paper. he chuckles in return, and unbeknownst to you, turns back with a smile.

alhaitham

alhaitham can be stricter as a study buddy – he's stern with distractions, wanting you to keep your phone to the side as he's explaining concepts – yes, concepts you learnt, but never understood. "hey, eyes here. did you understand, or do i need to go through it again?" he sounds bored, and you feel sorry for him. you mumble a soft i understand back, and he sighs and tells you to take a break. "look up." your eyes trail up from your phone, and instinctively close as he presses a sweet kiss to your forehead.

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[leighsartworks216]

I Come With Knives Pt10

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Not proofread. I was supposed to be editing text for a class, but I suddenly had to write this chapter or I wouldn't be able to sleep. It is almost midnight.

Also, I'd like to remind everyone that I have not played the games, so I know none of this is accurate to the events, and I'm sure a lot of the things I write about are happening out of order, but don't worry about it. Think of it as an AU, or as, ya know, a story that was written just for fun because I love these silly little guys too much

I'm almost out of space on my masterlist for links so I might move some fics from the First BG3 Masterlist to the Second just to keep this story all in one place. But we'll worry about that when we get there in a couple chapters

Warnings: references to kidnapping, references to emotional abuse/manipulation, alcohol consumption, references to slavery

Word Count: 1,639

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Young tieflings ran around, playing games with each other and causing mischief. You couldn’t stop watching the way they teased and laughed and got along so well. When one tripped and fell, the rest were there to help them up, holding hands as they continued running around. After so much darkness and death and fear, to see so much energy and unbridled joy overwhelmed your heart.

A frown slid onto your face as you tried to think back to your childhood. Had you run around with the same reckless abandon? Had you tripped and been helped to your feet again? Had you teased and laughed and had not a care in the world, once? All you had were tiny fragments. A familiar wall here, the impression of a fence there. Silhouettes without faces; with no defining features at all. Years of your life, missing.

You could remember the night you were stolen away. The feeling of being lost, and a beady pair of red eyes staring hungrily at you with a smile that stretched too wide. The gravely promise of helping you find your home.

You shivered and hugged yourself close, shaking your head to jostle the memories from your mind. Now was not the time to dwell on the past. You won this battle - that’s what mattered.

Astarion sat down beside you on the log, a bottle of wine in hand. The light of the campfire danced across his features in a way quite familiar to you by now, and yet you couldn’t help tracing the shadows that defined his cheekbones and eyes. He smirked at you. “Something on your mind, darling?”

You sigh. “Too much, I think.” You turn back to the kids. Halsin had somehow calmed them down enough to demonstrate whittling a duck. They were completely enraptured, with wide eyes and pleas to teach them how to do it, too. “We’ve been on the road for weeks trying to do the seemingly impossible, I just forgot what was at stake. Not just our own lives, but theirs, too. Everyone’s.”

“Hm, and you’re going to carry it all on your shoulders.” He holds a goblet in front of you, urging you to take it. Red liquid settles inside, a deep, dark crimson. “You need to relax, love.”

You chuckle. “I don’t really know how,” you admit. You carefully take a small sip. Your face scrunches up immediately.

He laughs, taking the goblet back from you and finding absolutely no resistance. He swirls it around. “Well, in my experience, it’s very difficult without a good vintage and not just vinegar in a fancy bottle. Fortunately for us, my dear, I happen to have saved a bottle from one of our many expeditions. And,” he leans in conspiratorially, “I may even be convinced to share.”

“Oh really?” You tilt your head, squinting your eyes like you didn’t trust him, but the grin dancing on your lips gave the ruse away. “What’s the catch?”

You think he likes when you joke with him like this. It’s so difficult to get a chance with so much on your mind, but there’s a twinkle in his eyes almost one-to-one with the spark in the tiefling children’s eyes. “No catch,” he promises, “just your company. Away from all this.” He sighs, scowling as he leans back. “I can’t say I enjoy being looked at like some hero.”

You scoff. “You are a hero.”

“You’re the hero,” he insists. “Don’t go lumping me in with every goody-two-shoes that’s gotten stabbed in the back for being too nice.”

“Hm. And would you be the one doing the backstabbing?”

His scowl softens. His eyes do, too. There’s something warm there. You can’t name what it is - it’s completely foreign to anything you remember - but you feel… safe in his gaze. Protected. “You can consider your back perfectly safe, as long as I’m around. Cross my, erm.” He clears his throat. “Now, will I be enjoying the night alone?”

You look around. Some of the kids are cutting away at wooden lumps, with gentle guidance and supervision from Halsin. Wyll and Karlach are talking with cheeks as flushed as their skin tones allowed. Shadowheart is enjoying some wine and Lae’zel is nearby, but though they glare there’s no threats. At least, not any that will be taken out tonight. Gale has contented himself with cooking a large meal to feed all the hungry mouths that abound, reading a book with every spare second he has. Everyone is happy, everything is peaceful. Why shouldn’t you slip away?

“Where did you have in mind?”

He smirks and stands up, dumping the nasty wine from the goblet into a bush before he offers you a hand. His touch lingers longer than you think it will. You even wonder if he was going to gently tug you along with him, but he lets go. He slips into his tent briefly and emerges with another bottle and another glass. The vinegar-wine has disappeared, perhaps for him to drink later despite his complaints. With a smile and a nod to the treeline, he leads you into the woods. The sounds of the party fade away behind you.

-

The moon is huge in the sky, full and bright. There is no need for candles when her light chases away the darkness in a cool, blue glow. In a clearing in the forest, you’ve settled down on the ground, cushioned only by soft grass. The bottle was almost empty by now. You don’t know how many glasses you drank, but you felt full and warm. Content. At peace. You didn’t feel the need to jump at every shadow, nor did you have any fear in your mind for what could linger in them.

You laid back on the ground and stared up at the brilliant sky overhead. Astarion lay beside you, wondering if he would have ended up here if he’d ignored your past, ignored your kindness, and tried manipulating you as well.

“Thank you,” you say out of nowhere. You flush at how loud it was, but he just smiled. “For this, I mean.”

He hummed, turning his head to look at you fully. “I never even considered… Was this your first time drinking?”

You giggled and turned to look at him, too. “Was it obvious?”

“Not at all,” he huffed. He had that soft look in his eyes again. It seems to have spread to his smile, as well. “You do make for a very lovely drunk.”

You roll your eyes, looking back up at the stars. “I’m not drunk. Just a bit…”

“Tispy?”

“Mhm.”

He traces your profile, studies the way the moon highlights your features so masterfully. It’s almost as if your years of servitude had disappeared. All inklings of battle and torture were gone. All that remained was you, him, the moon and the stars, and the grass beneath you both.

You roll onto your side, cushioning your head with an arm as you look at him. “What’re you looking at?”

He chuckles softly. “I thought that much was obvious, dear.” He rolls over as well, mirroring you. Like this, the moon catches your face differently. It’s no less beautiful.

You huff. “What are you thinking about then?”

Oh, so much. He couldn’t recall a time when he’d simply laid with someone without sex being involved, but part of his mind was quite occupied trying to be sure. Other worries for the future, about Cazador and Kir Parthene, came and went, as they always did, leaving a residue of their passing like a thick sludge trailed behind them. More of these thoughts worried about you. About your freedom. About what would happen to you after all this. The thoughts that dominated his mind tonight, though, were far simpler, and far sweeter.

He reaches out to trace a finger along your cheek. Your skin is warm, as it usually is, but the flush in your cheeks from the wine makes you feel even warmer. He can see your mind fighting instinct as it tries to decipher what to do. But then you’re leaning into his touch, welcoming him to continue. He cradles your cheek in his palm.

“I think you look beautiful in the moonlight,” he admits. His voice is merely a whisper. “And I think, if you weren’t drunk right now, I’d liked to have kissed you.”

You laugh softly, out of shock more than anything. A compliment that wasn’t followed by something cruel, that wasn’t intended to act as a bandage, combined with the genuine care in his words. The only kisses you’d received in these years had been along your body, across your shoulders and on your neck, but they were never real. They were all for your master, a reminder that you belonged to her. This was not that. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes.

“I think I would have let you.”

He smiles and strokes a thumb below your eye, brushing away a tear before it ever has the chance to fall. “Well, we have plenty of time ahead of us.” He trails his hand from your cheek down your arm until he’s holding your hand. He brings it to his lips, and presses light kisses to your knuckles. “One day soon, perhaps.”

You wipe at your other eye. “I’d like that.”

Once he’s kissed each knuckle, you pull your hand from his and wrap it around his waist, pulling yourself to cuddle against him. He easily welcomes you, wrapping his arms around you and drawing you even closer. You press your face into his chest. He pets your hair in long, even motions. As you revel in the safety of his arms and the moonlight, and as he indulges in your body heat, you both eagerly await what the future will bring.

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[luvfy0dor]

Hello! I saw you do bsd x Reader it’s a mix of Taylor and I was wondering if you could do a chuuya x gn!reader with maroon by Taylor? Feel free to ignore if it’s too much but I thought it would be nice to request! :3

"So scarlet, it was maroon!!"- Chuuya Nakahara x GN!Reader ੈ♡˳

Warnings; wine, angst, hurt no comfort, brief references to various other Taylor songs, maybe ooc, cursing, no specified topic of argument, reader and Chuuya are both in the wrong

Description; Chuuya x reader fic based on Maroon.

A/n; god I love maroon best midnights song next to mastermind; also help I gotta memorize my affidavit for mock trial within the next 6 days but it's wtv we ball 🫡

Word Count; 3.09k (don't let it scare u pls it's not as much as u think and this is good istg u guys istg)

Fanfiction !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

You sat on Chuuyas couch, your body perpendicular from his with your legs resting in his lap. He held a glass of red wine in his hand; the dark color almost resemblant of the thicker, crimson liquid that became concentrated in your cheeks every time your name rolled off of his tongue. As you stared at him while he spoke, the walls and decor of his penthouse faded into nothing more than a blurry background.

"-but I also enjoy rock music." He finishes his sentence that you were there for, yet not present to fully hear; to dazed by his beauty to recognize anything besides the muffled sound of his voice. "Oh, that's cool, so do I. Do you like any artists in particular or..?" You ask, resting your head in your hand that was propped up on the arm of the couch. Hearing him speak was like a beautifully written symphony to you, the sound grabbing your attention and pulling you in like no other.

"Hmm..well, I like Limp Bizkit." He says, taking a sip of his wine. His legs were crossed and one of his arms was set on top of the couch. "What about you?" His head is slightly tilted when he asks this. "Well, I like Linkin Park, but Limp Bizkit is really good, too. I like Nookie." You say. His hand moves from the back of the couch to rub your legs gently as he looks into your eyes. "Yeah, that's a good song, huh?" He murmurs, swirling the wine in his glass ever so slightly. "What a contrast. Older romance songs compared to rock. I think that's kinda cute." You say, a small grin on your face. He furrows his eyebrows and blushes a bit.

"And why would that be cute?" He mumbles, his eyes squinted in curiosity. You shrug, leaning forward a bit more. "I don't know, just is." You say, reaching over to brush some hair out of his face. He smiles a bit and leans into your hand, similar to how a dog would. You find amusement in it and reach your hand up to scratch his head, and to your surprise he doesn't pull away. Instead, he hums in satisfaction and scooches closer to you, the movement making his wine splash against the rounded sides of his glass. "Mn, feels real nice." He mutters.

You pulled him into your body, running your fingers through his hair. He calmly breathes against your neck, pressing soft kisses to the open skin every now and again. After a moment, his head perks up to place a proper kiss on your lips, smiling into the affectionate gesture before getting up and grabbing a cigarette. "I'm gonna go smoke off the balcony, you can come with if ya want." He says, holding the cigarette in-between his lips while he searches his pockets for a lighter. You could tell it was more of a request than an offer from the way he scanned your face, watching for your reaction. You smiled and nodded.

You followed him out onto the balcony, taking in the scenery of the city below the penthouse. The sky above you had a dark pink color to it, other colors swirled into a beautiful mixture before your eyes. You smiled at the sight, leaning over the railing as Chuuya lit his cigarette, shielding the flame from the slight wind with his hand. He took a puff and then leaned over the railing with you.

"Soo, back on the topic of old romance songs. What artists do you like? Elvis?" You ask, staring into his pretty blue eyes, almost enchanted by the color alone. He nods as he takes another puff, exhaling the smoke into the warm spring air. "Elvis is good. I really like Celine Dion, too." He says. You hum and nod, leaning your head against his shoulder. The smoke blows the direction opposite of your face while you watch cars passing by beneath the two of you.

After a couple minutes, Chuuya extinguishes the cigarette in a nearby ash tray. "I have a bunch of vinyls if you're interested in seeing that kind of thing. Theres a lot of different artists, you'll probably find one that you like." He says, his hand snaking around your waist as he guides you inside. You smile and follow him, leaning into his body.

The room he led you to was decorated with numerous book cases, a desk, and a small table. The small table held a record player, and the records themselves were on the shelves. You found yourself awestruck by his large collection, stepping closer to the cases filled with vinyls and some other collectables from various musicians. The shelf was organized by artist in alphabetical order, which you quickly realized as you noticed all of the vinyls you were looking at were by people whose names started with D through H. Your fingertips brushed over the sides of them before you pinched one, pulling it out from in-between all of the other ones.

You observed the thin cardboard in your hands, taking in the women's face in. "Whitney Houston?" You say, flipping it over and looking at the track list. He hums and rests his head on your shoulder while hugging your waist from behind. "Do you not like her or something?" He asks, an amused tone of voice. You slide the vinyl back between the others while shaking your head. "I've just never really listened to her." You say, looking through the shelves some more.

"Ooo, here's Elvis." You say, taking 'Blue Hawaii' off the shelf and slipping the disk out of the case. You bring it over to the player and start the machine up. You start the album on 'Can't Help Falling in Love', the only song you knew well on the album, the soft tunes filling the room. You walk back over to Chuuya, grabbing the hand that didn't occupy his wine glass and playfully twirled him, which extracted a small chuckle from his throat. He sways with you, both of you smiling and giggling as you move around the rather spacious room. You step on his feet a couple of times, but you can tell he doesn't mind.

As the song comes to an end, Chuuya dips you, regardless of height difference. You both giggle a little and he presses a small kiss to your lips before you start to feel a liquid splashing down onto your chest. "Mn-" you hum, bringing the both of you upright by pushing Chuuyas chest backwards a bit. "Aw, I'm sorry doll. I'll be right back, I'll get you a paper towel." He says, setting the glass down, small droplets of wine sliding down the sides. "Oh, alright, thank you." You say, watching him quickly skitter away to the kitchen. You look down at your torso, your eyes immediately falling onto the large burgundy stain that covered your shirt.

You sighed a bit, not mad at Chuuya for spilling it, but slightly annoyed by the dampness of your skin and the cold discomfort it brought. And the stain, ofcourse, but you could feel all of that annoyance slip away when you saw Chuuya re-enter the room, paper towel roll in hand. He ripped of a piece and crumpled it up before dabbing it against your chest, trying to soak up as much of the wine as possible without smearing it. You blushed as he did this, watching his face of concentration.

You could see him trying to sneak a glance up at you as he bit down on his lip gently, finishing cleaning you up the best he could. "Do you..uhm, do you wanna borrow one of my shirts? I can toss that one in the washer if ya want...or you don't have to wear a shirt, either is fine with me." He mumbles, his eyes averted from your face. You think for a moment. "Well, I would never pass up an opportunity to wear your clothing." You say with a grin. He nods and fetches you a shirt from his large closet.

When he returns, he tosses it to you, grabbing the glass he left on the table and quickly drinking the small remainder of wine before walking out; going back into the kitchen with the cup and paper towels. You closed the door and switched your shirt from the stained one to the one Chuuya had so kindly offered. You find him leaned against the counter, scrolling through his phone while waiting for you. His head perks up as he notices your presence, holding out one of his hands.

"Here, toss that to me and I'll stick it in the washer, alright?" You nod and toss him the shirt, him catching it and walking off to start cleaning it, as he promised. He comes back quickly and wraps his arms around your waist, his colder hands snaking underneath the hem of the shirt and pressing against your warmer back. You shiver a little at the contrast in temperature, but you rest your head on top of his and sigh contently. He starts to press kisses to your neck, gently sucking on the skin a couple of times, making you laugh. "Chuuya, I can't pull up to work with hickeys. You're kissing above the neckline of most of my clothing." You say playfully.

He hums against your neck in response, trailing soft little kisses down to your collar bone instead. You roll your eyes a bit. "That works, I guess." You say, feeling him interlock your fingers with his and gently pushing you against the counter. He pulls away and observes the maroon mark, his fingers lightly brushing over it as he smirks. He pokes you gently on your collarbone before speaking. "That one is the most noticable. You're not walking around with your collarbone out like that on the daily, so you'll be fine. You can cover these up, but don't even bother with this one." He says, continuing to grin as he talks.

"Don't worry, I won't." You reassure him. You twirl his hair around your fingers before putting your hand on his neck, guiding him into a loving kiss. You hold him there for a while before you both break away for a moment to get air, only to find your lips crashing together once again. The force between the two of you felt magnetic, almost as if you were unable to pull yourself away from him, your hand sliding from the nape of his neck to his cheek. That feeling that you loved so much; that feeling in which you reveled in. The warmth of his touch and kiss was so pleasantly different from the heat of argumentative moments, which became more common the longer you stayed at his side.

You knew that deep down under that angry facial expression, his caring and gentle personality was lingering, waiting to break through again and embrace you. You could think of no other reasoning for these arguments than the two of you just not being meant to be. You firmly believed that there was nothing wrong with Chuuyas personality, sure he was a little hotheaded, but not hotheaded enough for arguments ending in yelling and crying every week. Seeing his face in his hands in the worst way possible became a common sight, although it never becoming less saddening. His shoulders lightly shook while you peered at him from around a corner after the metaphorical dust of the argument had settled.

The bed grew colder every day, your mind tricking you into feeling the calming aura his body usually emitted while he lay next to you. However, you couldn't shake the undeniable absence of your lover from your mind. You lost sleep over those arguments regularly, even when the two of you returned to affectionate terms. The nights you slept alone in the bedroom, you could feel his presence outside the door, lingering in the hallway while he thought about everything. He thought about the love you both shared, that turned out to be a like carnation or a daisy rather than a rose or orchid. A love that was initially thought of to be so beautiful turned into a treacherous slope of devastation and denial.

The devastation really settled in the morning Chuuya knocked on the door of the bedroom where you slept, tears staining your face from the night before. The only thing you could remember about the argument was that it started with the both of you agreeing to sit down and calmly talk. The 'calm talk' turned into blame shifting on both sides as to why these arguments were becoming so much more frequent. You were both in the wrong, yet far to stubborn to apologize in the moment, which is why you thought he was knocking to tell you he was sorry. However, it turned out to be quite the opposite.

"Y/n." His voice called out to you as he gently opened the door all the way. You rolled over to face him, sniffling. Your nose was still stuffy, too. Chuuya could clearly see the remnants of the argument on your face and he almost felt a pang of guilt in his heart, but he proceeded to talk. "I need you to leave."

You had never been snapped out of your drowsiness so quickly, immediately sitting upright. "What? Why? Chuuya, if this is about the argument, we can fix this, I promise I'll calm down this time-" you start to ramble a bit, but he cuts you off quickly. "We both say that every single time we fight and it is clearly doing nothing for us." He mumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose in between his thumb and pointer finger. Your shoulders slumped, you couldn't believe his words.

"Well, how about counseling?" You mutter, sadness evident in your eyes as your heart sunk to your stomach. "No, counseling is going to do no more for us than we can." Your lip started to quiver a bit, but you bit down on it as you angrily stood up from the bed, tossing the covers aside. "Chuuya, do you even want this relationship anymore?" You say, a lump starting to form in your throat as you tried to sound as serious and purposeful as possible. Chuuya only stared at you for a moment. "I think you know the answer to that." His face was serious, too. You exasperatedly huff.

"Fine. I'll leave." You say, grabbing a suitcase from the closet and laying it on the bed before rummaging through the clothing racks and drawers for as much of your stuff as you could fit. "I'll give you a minute." He says, exiting and closing the door behind him, leaving you alone with your angry thoughts. You huffed and puffed while shoving clothing and other essentials together in the black luggage, sniffling as you did so. The sound of your tears hitting the canvas made a soft 'tap' noise, which filled the momentary silence in between your sobs.

When you finished, you carried the case out of the bedroom, out of the living room and hesitated at the elevator doors. You slid the key to his penthouse off of your keyring and dropped it onto the coffee table he sat at while you waited for the elevator to arrive. He said nothing to you while you stood there, barely sparing you a passing glance. The wait was awkward, the silence only worsened it, making the elevator walls you had always found annoyingly boring look like the pearly gates of heaven. You leaned against the side of the small space while you waited for it to hit ground floor. When it did, you immediately looked up hotels nearby. You called a taxi and made your way to the closest one. The entire way there, you hoped and prayed for a message from Chuuya, one that asked you to come back; one that you wouldn't receive. Even though it would be very inconvenient, you would turn around from a thousand mile journey if it meant making things up with him.

Your mind flashed back to the days and nights spent with him, how couldn't he see that the happy moments you shared outweighed the negative ones by a ton? You didn't know, and it hurt you to think about it any longer. You wiped your tears before stepping out of the vehicle and renting a hotel room. The hotel wasnt the worst thing ever, which was great because you were nervous about not being able to get a last minute room. You tossed your suitcase to the side after inspecting the room to make sure no one was hiding in there or anything and flopped down onto the mattress, bouncing a bit. You gripped onto the blanket and just let the tears flow from your eyes.

The only sound coming from your parted lips were groans and sobs as you rolled over, the blanket no longer muffling your cries. You were aware of how pitiful the sight of you would be to any outsider, but you couldn't help but bawl. You had just lost someone so important to you, so near and dear to your heart in the blink of an eye. You're lost in your thoughts before you can feel the exhaustion from your crying and emotional stress wash over you. This only aids you in slipping into a light, yet peaceful and dreamless sleep.

When you awoke, your first thought hit you like a bus, though. You immediately looked around in confusion before remembering you could never return to the penthouse you once considered to be home for anything other than your left over belongings. Especially not for him.

Your hands immediately fell over your face, your chest tightening as if you were about to cry again, but you were far too dehydrated for that. You were left laying on the hotel bed, so many pent up feelings but not enough water in your system to cry and not enough motivation to get up and get any. You reached over for your phone to try and distract yourself, but you would feel these emotions no matter what and you knew that. You cursed yourself for not just apologizing, even though he didn't apologize either, but none of that mattered any more. He was gone, he had left you, running from the relationship like water runs down a stream.

A/n #2; i dunno how I feel about writing angst. Oh, also, I know it's probably "that's a real fuckin legacy to leave" without a comma but the comma makes it so much more dramatic and I'm dramatic so.

That's a real fuckin' legacy, to leave.

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masterlist | got a request?

paring: miruko x f!reader & mightnight x f!reader

request: “can you please do miruko and midnight coming home with their fem s/o after being a brat?”

words:

warnings: 18+, f!reader, lesbian relationships, jealousy, degradation

a/n: this was supposed to be headcanons but i got carried away so ill have them be separate parts

midnight's part

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When Miruko received an invite to a party, of course you were her plus one. The only problem was, the media didn't know you were together. Neither did any of the other heroes in attendance.

A perfect opportunity for you to act up.

For a starter, you wore a dress you knew drove her crazy; specifically the one you wore on your first date. The moment you walked into the room you noticed the double take she did, seemingly stopping mid-sentence to stare at you.

The playful smile that crawled it's way onto your lips was the cherry on top. You knew what you were doing, and Miruko knew you knew what you were doing.

She watched you the entire night, sometimes less subtly than she would've liked. She watched you socialise with everyone but her, even going as far as to talk to Aizawa who was stood directly in front of her; the only acknowledgement you gave her was a simple 'Miruko' and a nod of the head before you joined another group.

The main course was a slow and tedious calculation done by yourself, but Miruko was predictable and quick to jealousy, which you used to your advantage.

You had spent the last hour talking to Hawks, touching his arm gently and giggling at all of his jokes. You didn't need to see where Miruko was to know she was staring at the back of your head with a twitching eye.

Softly, you handed your empty glass to Hawks and excused yourself to use the bathroom. You stepped into the room and mentally counted down from three, and like clockwork, Miruko slammed the door open - she didn't mean to, sometimes she forgot her own strength.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked you with a playful but dangerous tone, "I don't know what you're talking about," you stated coyly, averting your glaze to the ceiling with a flutter of your eyelashes.

Miruko grabbed your jaw, her grip strong but gentle. "You know exactly what you're doing," she verbally bit into what you were offering, and you knew the real game had began.

Her crimson eyes pierced into your features, waiting for you to move your next piece on the chessboard you'd created.

You gave her a simple shrug as a response.

Her grip tightened and she pulled your face close to hers, her hand meeting the counter top that you'd been leaning against - she caged you in so you had no choice but to give her your full attention.

"Listen to me," her voice was low and demanding, "If this is what you want, by all means continue to be a pretty little slut-" her emphasis on 'slut' sent a ripple of goosebumps over your skin, "-Just remember what happened the last time you pulled something like this,".

Memories of 'last time' trailed through your thoughts, and you had to use every ounce of your willpower not to bite your lip at the recollection, but you did manage a smug smile.

Miruko pushed your face away and began to leave the restroom, "I'm warning you!" she pointed at you before leaving the room, but you knew there was no real threat to her words.

After a few moments you also exited, attempting to calm yourself down unless you wanted to face the party looking flustered.

You'd composed yourself enough to move onto dessert, the final step in your plan. Taking Hawk's hand on the way to the dance floor, you gave him no opportunity to protest dancing with you.

Miruko's heartrate picked up, she knew Hawk's wasn't a threat, she knew that you loved her - but watching you grab him immediately after she'd warned you turned her on.

It meant she had to show you exactly who you belonged to.

She tried to keep her cool but watching you sway your hips with him whilst maintaining eye contact with her with a look that said 'Do something about it?' was the tipping point.

She barely managed to get out an "Excuse me," to the person she was talking to before she was heading for you like a bull at a red flag.

"Hi Hawks," she said quickly when she'd clasped her hand around your wrist, "She needs to be somewhere," she smiled a forced grin at him and pulled you out of his grasp.

Trying to avoid as much attention as possible, she weaved you in and out of the crowds until you had left the building.

The whole ride home was in silence but her hand remained firmly on your upper thigh, which you were bouncing with excitement.

The walk up to your front door felt like it would go on forever, your steps feeling the same way they do when you're running in a dream.

The front door opened swiftly.

You were pulled inside, and just as quickly as the door had opened it was shut again but with you firmly pinned against it.

A nervous giggle crept out of your throat as the palms of her hands laid flat against the door either side of your head, "Welcome home," you joked.

#miruko #Mirko #mirko mha #mirko x reader #miruko x reader #mha fanfic #f!reader #lesbian #lesbian relationships

[hypn0ticx]

˚◞♡ Shy, Timid, And Adorable !!

🧸This blurb will only consist of my child oc and Bonten Mikey, so there will be some angst, gore and weapons. There will be harm against my oc, but just a small injury! Also, I may make this into a series. Anyways, enjoy!

"Nii-San!" Kou's thrilled voice brought Mikey out of his trance as he looked over at him with a confused expression.

"What's wrong little bean..?" The older male asked, his obsidian eyes staring deeply into the 10 year old boy's wide ones. Kou walked towards Mikey and happily slid a medium-size box in his hands, his large doe green eyes shimmering with excitement. 

Mikey looked down at the box and looked back at Kou, who was basically bouncing on his heels.

He snorted lightly and begun opening up the box to reveal two promise necklaces. One colored a beautiful midnight blue and the other a pretty shade of crimson red. He blinked slowly and glided his eyes over to the now shy pre-teen who timidly rubbed his arms. 

He then smiled and patted Kou's blue shaggy head of hair, his slanted eyes glistened with adoration and amusement.

Kou blushed in embarrassment and looked down at his feet, his hands gripping on the hem of his jacket. He had never seen his brother like this before, it's rare for him to even see his brother be genuinely happy. He felt cold metal touch his neck and jolted a bit, only to see one of the promise necklaces laid gently on his chest. 

He looked up to see Mikey wearing the other and smiling brightly at him. An adorable giggle came from Kou, as he jumped onto Mikey's lap and hugged him happily.

A choked yelp abruptly came from Mikey, as he immediately held Kou close towards his chest and hummed when he heard giggling from the gleeful boy sitting on his lap. He then lovingly nuzzled into his brother's soft frizzy hair and closed his eyes in content. If anyone were to ever see the two males like this, Mikey would definitely reign hell on them instantly. 

No ifs, ands, or buts.

Kou dazedly snuggled into Mikey's chest, his left ear laid near the male's heart and begun to subconsciously hear the slow beating with his eyes slowly closing from sudden exhaustion.

Mikey felt Kou slowly laying his weight on his lap and looked to see him asleep, hugging his waist as for a sense of comfort. He softened his gaze and kissed the boy's forehead, his body unknowingly leaning into the couch.

His mind began to flood with the overwhelming thoughts of his beloved baby brother, as his eyes instantly turned a pure shade of white with his arms tightly trapping the sleeping male against his frail, yet muscled body. 

It taunted him to his very core, seeing his brother crying out to him with his own blood covered around his shooken frame over and over again.

 He menacingly glared at nothing, as his intense stare would bare sharp hole to the walls that tightly hid his weapons from his innocent soul of a brother.

 He didn't need to know what his brother's job was. All he needed to do is be his innocent, adorable self and live a normal life. For his own sake.

He was knocked out of his trance, when Kou sleepily mumbled.

"Bubby, I need to use the restroom.. Let go.." 

Mikey reluctantly let go of the half-awake male and watched as he slowly walked in the nearby bathroom and closed the door behind him. He frowned and looked down at his lap, as he tightly gripped onto his pants and angrily shed tears.

He hated this feeling. He hated it so fucking bad. Knowing his brother could be potentially harmed when he's out his peripheral view, terrified him heavily. He ran his fingers through his hair and gripped onto it, as big blobs of overwhelmed tears flowed his pale cheek. 

"Don't cry.. I'm here, bubby.." Kou's soft voice reached Mikey's ears, as he looked at him and sniffled a bit. Kou smiled and hugged the older male's neck, with his small hand pushing his brother's head in his shoulder.

Mikey immediately snapped and wailed, his shaking arms immediately clasped around Kou's waist and pulled him in closer. Kou rubbed his brother's back in comfort, his eyes sadly peered at his brother's breakdown.

If only he knew what happened to him...

☘️Written on: May 14, 2023 at 2:11pm.

#child reader #male child reader #child oc #bonten #bonten mikey #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev angst #mini fic

[boxwinebaddie]

ok ive been wanting to ask this for a while but i didnt know if youd be able to answer since its giving a lot away.. but f it lmao. does ravenstan know jersey kyle is HIS kyle? bc he hasnt said anything but how many ginger jewish jersey boys are there named kyle matthew broflovski hsjjdks im assuming one

ooooooh. ok...Hm.

so, i stared at this for a while and...

you know what, my friend? i should, one, prolly stop randomly jumping the line of 34973 ask memes in my box whenever i get a new one bc i get super excited & have no attention span, but also this is...Important.

and tbh, one of the Big reasons that rm got so tricky for me was because i got overly anxious about the timeline, too worried abt what sequence of events the fic should follow/what things should you know and when, etc. so i actually have a lot of random rm itinerary/lore that i wrote that i was going to drop you guys in other chapters but wasn't sure if it was...Time yet?

buuuuut given that posting to my ao3 has been super stressful for me as of late/i'm still trying to ease back into it/i feel more posting comfortable stuff on here -- combined with the serious bummer that i can't really write updates in the sorry shape i’m in rn with settling into my new workplace and grappling with my mental health/healing my complex feelings abt writing

which is a Serious Bummer indeed because i try to be as fun and zesty as possible in my ask responses, but i really want to give you all something more solid to Read, you know?

so this is my little compromise for you. :)

basically i wrote this little scene thingy like a month ago and Almost put it at the beginning of rm6...but it was too complicated and i was like maybe i should wait, idk...

but i am feeling chaotic today!~

and the fact you guys care enough about my weird little fanfictions to regularly send me thoughtful, kind, excited messages abt it even when my updates are few and far between — idk, that means so much to me. you all mean a lot to me…and you guys know i am unhinged and cannot resist posting snippets/spoilery things.

so…i’m closing my eyes!! but also it’s not a spoiler if i was going to post this earlier Anyways…right? dhsksks

( if you want to read it it’s under the cut w/ more info xx )

it is however…a draft. it’s really…not that good. like i said i was going to fix it / rewrite it when i figured out where i wanted it to go, but i wanted to answer your question without saying too much about it sooo i think this little scene thing should tell you/give you the information you seek while also keeping you confused/interested?

maybe?? idk?? i’m sweating, smh.

( some of lines just ended up re-written in my actual fic so if they look familiar that’s why — ANYWAYS! )

the Context is actually abt Kyle’s CRIMINA LAUR class, which if you rem(ember), jersey was writing an essay that was due at midnight but got rizzed too hard by raven and passed out and couldn’t turn it in!!! jersey kyle was ready to fight for his life ( aka lie out of his ass abt why his essay didn’t get uploaded w/o mentioning crimson dawn bc Ew ) but mr. mackey said that a Compelling Case was submitted upon his behalf by a

Third Party

and waved the missing homework assignment, where, in the section where kyle would have uploaded a copy of his essay, a video had been uploaded and submitted.

here’s the beginning of it

also jersey is in his pajamas, his hair is up, he looks radiant, he’s red bc having some box wine and his eye is twitching btw — pls tell me you can see it — also this was either going to go up before the hate or after it so i don’t think the time frame matters — this is just part of what happened while kyle was passed out back stage )

anyways! *jersey vc* Cheers! Mazel <3

;)

-uncle nina

#tw for me spoiling stuff #JUST KIDDING IM NOT I SWEAR U GUYS #I WAS GONNA TRY AND FIT THIS INFO INTO ANOTHER CHAP #but u guys are the best and have been very patient #and so dedicated and invested in my work #which is so amazing so #here is some interesting information #and i hope it helps answer ur question a little #u will probably have 20 more #so sorry friend #hopefully this was a thrilling uphate #i sent this on my phone #so im sorry if this looks crazy this also might be a crazy thing to do right before i dip for an event #but i love chaos let’s go babey #i feel like 75% of this is not ground breaking but IT IS CUTE OKAY I THINK ravenstan my beloved #he was so worried oh my god pleaaase

[words-are-fireproof]

In The Night Comes a Phone Call - Javier Peña x fem!reader

(*gif via @tomshiddles)

Summary: You knew you'd bruise his soul soon enough. You just didn't know how quickly it would happen. Turns out, it happened far quicker than you expected it to.

Rating: M, this time thanks to cursing and brief descriptions of sex.

Word Count: 2.0k

A/N: Here it is! The sequel to Souls Heal Less Readily! Rejoice! Woohoo! Endings still aren't the best thing in the world for me to write, nor are fights, honestly, but here you go. I'm really quite proud of this one! I hope you guys like it.

As always, make sure to subscribe to @fireproof-library because I don't do tag lists. Because I have a goldfish brain.

[Masterlist] || [Part One] || [Part Three]

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You weren’t sure when you fell asleep. It could’ve been around midnight. It could’ve been around three. You weren’t paying attention to the time.

The only thing you were paying attention to was the way Javier moved inside of you and over you.

The skin of his hips slapping against the curve of your bum. His arm banded around your stomach, hand moving furiously between your legs.

You’d lost count of the number of orgasms by the time he finally came and relaxed into your back, his forehead pressed between your shoulder blades, breath heavy against your sweat sheened skin. Time had no meaning to you and you found yourself glad about that. If you’d lost track of time, maybe he had too. Maybe he’d pushed aside the guilt and horrors of that night. Maybe he could forget, if only for a little while.

You resisted the urge to ask him, just like you said you would. And you’d keep that promise, until the day he decided to tell you.

…Or you could read about it in an incident report. Or maybe, just maybe–most likely–whatever had happened would be on the news. Colombia had a way of reporting fact and fiction, biased and unbiased news. The corruption Escobar brought along with him permeated up to the highest echelons of government, save for the President, but even you didn’t like the way he seemed to cow to Escober while also sending the Search Bloc and the DEA on a manhunt to find him. But that was a gripe for another time. It wouldn’t do well to start airing grievances when Javier had finally, finally seemed to relax. His body, cocooned deftly and snuggly around you, finally felt loose, his breathing evened out until the softness of his breaths signaled to you that he was asleep.

You stayed up for far longer than you should’ve, considering you had things to do the next day. The light pops of gunshots sounded in the distance, just like when you’d sat together on the sofa, your arms wrapped around him, trying to comfort him from the trauma that had shaken him so bad he was a husk of who you knew him to be. You tried to ignore the pain in his big brown eyes but you know you didn’t do it well. That’s why you imagine he took you from behind that night. He didn’t want to see the pity laced in your big doe eyes. You didn’t exactly blame him. If he took pity on you, you wouldn’t want to stare it in the face while you tried to do everything in your power to ignore things.

When you finally fell asleep, you dreamed of those big brown eyes. They begged you to save him, peering up at you from the dirty ground in a raid gone wrong. Even in the dream, the situation felt odd, artificial. Alarm bells screaming in your head like sirens from the Search Bloc’s vehicles. You blinked and those big brown eyes turned coal black, the life gone from them, his chest covered in blood and riddled with bullet holes. Escobar’s face peered at you through a car window, his gaping maw wide opened and dripping with tar. A demon. A monstruo. Devouring blood and souls. The streets burned and smelled of sulfur in his wake, painted crimson and tasting of iron as the wails of now childless mothers pierced the air.

You woke with a gasp, the shrill ringing of your telephone quickly and mercifully pulling you from the nightmare. Javier hadn’t stirred and you felt thankful as you gingerly slid from his arms, hoping he didn’t wake with your movement. If the phone was ringing this early in the morning, it could only be one person and you didn’t want Javier knowing who that person was.

The phone continued to ring as you looked back over your shoulder at the sleeping DEA agent in your bed. You could still hear his soft snores which meant you hadn’t woken him. You let out a relieved breath and padded into the living room. The phone stopped ringing, but seconds later, it started up again.

You answered in a sharp whisper suspecting who exactly was on the other line.

“We need you back in the office,” Bill Stechner’s voice slid slimy through the headset.

You look down the hall with apprehension.

“Can’t it wait,” you hiss.

“Why? You don’t have a man with you, do you?”

Your eyes narrow. “And if I do?”

“Informant?”

“None of your business,” you snap.

But he doesn’t listen to you. Of course he doesn’t. You’ve worked with the man for five years both directly and indirectly. You know him better than he thinks you do. It’s a power. It’s also a curse.

“What did he give you?”

You sigh, your voice still a sharp whisper as you speak, praying to a God you know doesn’t exist that Javier will just stay asleep. “Something went down tonight. Escobar’s child spotters. I’m sure the news will eat it up, whatever it is.”

The line went ominously quiet. “Carillo, the son of a bitch.”

Your heart pounded in your ears. Maybe your nightmares hadn’t been too far off. The thought chilled you to your core. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, pain pluming sharply under your sternum and radiating out into your ribcage. Your gaze focuses down the hall again.

“What do you know?”

Stechner’s voice sounded exhausted when he spoke again. “There’s about to be a shit storm, agent. You better not be stuck in the middle.”

You turned your back on the hallway, pinching the bridge of your nose in the hopes of warding off the impending headache you felt beginning to throb at the base of your skull and down your neck. And it had absolutely nothing to do with the other aches beginning to twinge in your muscles.

“It’s a bit too late for that, Stechner,” you uttered through a long suffering sigh.

The truth was, he’d put you in the damn middle when you stuck you in that brothel, but it wasn’t like you didn’t ask for it. You wanted to be there in Medellin. You wanted a piece of the action. You’d packed up your tiny little New York apartment and left the New York field office for Colombia as soon as the position opened up. Now you are beginning to regret it.

“Stechner?” You heard Javier’s sleep honeyed voice behind you.

Fuck.

“I’ll have to call you back,” you utter into the phone. You don’t even give Stechner the time to answer and if he had, you wouldn’t have listened to him.

Every curse under that you knew in both English and Spanish ripped through your mind as Javier stood there, those big brown eyes trained dangerously on you. You expected this day was coming, you just didn’t expect it to come so soon. The intense feeling of dread spread through your body, sliding down your limbs and making them feel heavy and immovable.

“Javi–”

“Who the fuck are you?”

He wasted no time, did he? You swallow thickly and take a step toward him. He quickly steps back evading your touch. A sharp pang of sadness shoots through you. You try not to think about it, but you can’t help it. He drowns in you and your body so readily, and now you feel the shift between you, the wall flying up between the two of you. That wall didn’t make it hurt any less. In fact, it made everything hurt more, that pain that’d started underneath your sternum and radiated through your chest cavity finally settled sharply in the pit of your stomach. You felt the remnants of your lunch lurching in your throat. You swallowed it down.

“Javi–”

“No. You don’t get to call me that. Who the fuck are you?”

You shake your head, echoing all too familiar words from the night before. “You don’t want to know, mi vida."

The endearment slipped from your lips before you could stop it. You both wince, but you’re sure he winces even more.

“You work for Stechner, is that it? What are you, his spy?”

You shake your head but it’s a lie. You resign yourself to the inevitable. You knew you would destroy him in the end, the consequences of your actions culminated in a bruised soul and a man destroyed in ways you knew you’d never be able to fix.

“Yes,” you couldn’t lie to him, not after having lied for too long. That cat was out of the bag and she wasn’t about to try to put it back in. “If it makes you feel any better,” you begin again, quietly, “He told me to stay away from you.”

“No, that doesn’t make me feel any better."

Another wince shudders through her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t– I didn’t know how to tell you. I couldn’t tell you.”

“No, you were just going to let me find out the hard way.”

“Javier, I didn’t have a choice. I started this job a long time ago. Just like you. We made our choices.”

“But you could have told me.” You’re surprised when he sounds hurt as opposed to angry.

You take a deep breath, pinching the bridge of your nose. This could be worse. You’d rather he be angry. You’d rather he yell at you. You’d rather he rant and rave and tell you what he really thinks about you. But you know that isn’t really who he is. Not when it comes to personal relationships. You know he’s gotten angry with contacts. You know it’s not out of the realm of possibility, but this…this feels different and you hate every moment of it.

“How? How could I tell you?”

He just shakes his head, his body still save for the soft heaves of his chest as he breathes.

“I don’t know. You just should’ve told me.”

“If I told you, would you have done anything different? Would it have made a difference? You’d still have fucked me over.”

“I’m just doing my job. Same as you. You can’t have thought any of this meant anything. You’re lying to yourself if you did.”

His eyes narrow, turning cold and hard. There’s the Javi you’ve heard about. There’s the harshness that bleeds into every single part of him. Your superiors are more familiar with this Javier. It’s why Stechner had told you to stay away from him. It’s why you’d ignored him the first time he’d visited the brothel. It’s why when the girls had seen him, you let them go first because you knew… you knew he’d be trouble.

Turns out, you were the one who was trouble. It hit you like a freight train. You took a deep breath to steady your pounding heart.

“Fuck you.”

“You already have,” you spit viciously, instantly regretting when it all falls from your lips.

“Obviously a mistake.” He growls, turning to grab his jacket, knocking over the precarious coat rack.

“You didn’t regret it for a moment, and you know it,” you say as you follow him, egging him on.

He spins to face you and you stop just in time before you crash into him. “Don’t tell me what I do and don’t do. You don’t know me well enough for that.”

“I know you more than you know yourself.”

The second fuck you easily fell from his lips and you growled in annoyance, echoed only by him as he stalked through your house to the door.

“Stay the hell out of my way,” he snaps before he leaves, slamming the door behind him.

“With pleasure,” you mutter even though he’s already gone.

The only problem was–you didn’t want to stay away from him, and you had a sneaking suspicion that he didn’t want to stay away from you either. You sigh and flop down onto the sofa, raking your hands through your hair. You have a feeling you’ll never get over him, and damn him all to hell for that.

Damn him.

#javier peña #javier peña fanfic #javier peña fanfiction #javier peña fic #javier pena x reader #javier peña x you #narcos #narcos fanfic #narcos fic #sam writes #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #fanfiction

[megaderping]

Akechi's eyes opened to a dense veil of fog. Squinting, he moved forward. His feet hit solid ground. A long road cut through the mist. Crimson light beat down upon him. Towering, black structures shot high into the sky, glistening with red windows. What was all of this? A dream? Or perhaps a vision.

He trudged down the path, steeling himself. The fingers of his left hand curled inward, but instead of forming a fist, they wrapped around a cold, solid handle. When he lifted his arm, he found himself staring at a handheld ray gun, white with bright blue, red, and golden flourishes. Identical to the toy that sat comfortably on his desk, yet when he brushed his fingers over the top of it, he felt the cool touch of metal instead of slick plastic.

Strange, yet captivating. The corners of his mouth flicked up in the beginnings of a grin. While his right hand rested on his hip, he pointed this ray gun down the foggy road, pulled the trigger, and…

A bright blue laser pierced through the fog.

"...Of course. I'm dreaming, aren't I?" It wasn't as though he had tried entering the TV, and he was fairly certain he didn't sleepwalk, as such inconveniences had never plagued his life before. A lucid dream, perhaps? Or perhaps this truly was a side effect of his new abilities…

He continued moving. The fog followed, obscuring all but the faintest of details, like the rippling blend of crimson and black up above and the towering structures still rising into the sky. Then, out of nowhere, a strange silhouette descended. It had a large, muscled frame, a winged helmet, a flowing, frayed cape, and a monstrous bow in hand that nearly matched its body in scale. Was this… his Persona? Haha…

Akechi reached out, but as soon as his fingers brushed up against the figure's bow, a blinding flash sent him staggering back. His eyes snapped shut on impulse, and the sound of something shattering assaulted his ears.

When he opened his eyes again, Akechi stood alone.

"W—What…?"

A voice drifted through the air… his own voice, yet strangely sweet. Almost sickeningly so, in fact. Thought it would be that simple? Oh, Goro… You should know better. Full Chapter | Read from the Beginning

One of these days I will remember to post the chapters to tumblr on time. Chapter 18 is also out! I'll post it here in a little bit.

#goro akechi #akechi goro #akechi #p4 akechi au #persona 4 #persona 5 #yu narukami #teddie persona 4 #yosuke hanamura #ryotaro dojima #kanji tatsumi #persona fanfiction #persona au #fanfiction #shadow akechi

[sinnedxkiwix]

Xiaoyun mer au

random scenario

Chongyun had always thought Xiao was attractive.

With the way his hair sways along the wind, the faint glow in his sharp golden eyes that shows resilience in the darkest of nights, the sight of his reliable back in the frontlines of a battle, his gentle and kind heart under the cold exterior.

It was hard not to fall heads over heels over such a person.

Chongyun had found himself staring absentmindedly at the yaksha too many times to count.

The only reason Xiao hadn't said anything about it was because of Bosacius's comment about him being a "fish brain", to which Xiao only stared at the other yaksha with bewilderment along with an exasperated Menogias. (As soon as Xiao's back was turned, Bosacius looked back at Chongyun with a thumb up)

Until now.

It was a mundane evening, they were staring at the sunset with Chongyun inhis mer form in the ocean with his arms on a boulder stone supporting his upper body and with Xiao seated beside him.

It started normal enough, with them admiring the scenery and enjoying the calm the ocean brought to them both.

And in the middle of it, Chongyun had gotten distracted by how ethereal Xiao looked under the setting sun.

"You're staring again." Xiao stated with a straight face

"You've been doing that for a while now."

"I-"

"I'm not stupid, and I know neither are you."

Chongyun gulped, in a feeble attempt at getting rid of the lump in his throat.

He'd been found out, most likely for a while now.

Chongyun cast his eyes down at his scaled webbed hands and the thought of his slimy tail came to mind.

He'll have to come clean, at least to an extent.

He'll have to deal with these feelings of his at a latter date, in a more secluded place.

"I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable," Chongyun couldn't bear to look at Xiao's expression and just settled on staring at the ocean waves.

“I get easily distracted when I’m around you…”

It took Xiao longer than expected to reply, but when he did, Chongyun almost hoped he could drown himself.

“Why is that?”

Chongyun winched and clenched his fists. Xiao revealed nothing in his tone, and somehow that makes it scarier.

“I-“

Chongyun chuckled awkwardly and closed his eyes “You’re just…”

he could feel Xiao’s intense gaze staring holes into him.

Chongyun opens his eyes to stare at his scaly hands again

“Too pretty…”

.

.

.

“You don’t make me uncomfortable,” Chongyun almost snapped his head towards Xiao, heart thumping in his chest and ears ringing

Xiao’s voice started to grow small “You’re the one…”

Chongyun slowly tilt his head up towards him. A pair of gentle ember eyes stared back with intent

“who’s too pretty.”

Chongyun could practically feel his cheeks heating up and tail gently swaying behind him. Xiao took a glance at his disobedient tail and whipped his head away, his eyes hidden behind his hair and ears turning crimson red.

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Hope you guys like this little thing I wrote and also a little fact.

Some birds have better eye sight than humans and I decided to add that for Xiao here.

So if people sees Chongyun as a really attractive mer, than you can onlly imagine what Xiao is seeing with his sharp eye-sight hehe (●'◡'●)

people only see shiny baby blue tail, Xiao sees glowy tail with white, baby blue, midnight blue and the light reflected from the sun/moon-

#xiao #chongyun #xiaoyun #魈重

[miss-bibbles]

thoughts on goncharov???

oh man don't get me started. goncharov is a cinematic masterpiece and i'm not kidding. its such a damn shame it was not as appreciated in its time. scorsese and jwhj01715 have created arguably one of the BEST mafia (and homoerotic) movie of all times. all of the iconic character's individual arcs crescendoing into a collective theme of time - or rather the lack of it. the clock imagery running throughout the whole film gave me chills especially in that rooftop scene with andrey and katya after sofia leaves and katya is staring at her hands and andrey comes in and says "we never have enough time, do we?" and then the clock tower loudly chimes for midnight.

goncharov trying to take back control of his life, katya learning that doing the right thing doesn't always feel right (spoilers to the betrayal TM), ice pick joe's burning passion for revenge but for what he's not sure, sofia carving a place for herself in the word and most importantly andrey loving goncharov so much to put a bullet in his head. the movie is rife with symbolism. at its core its not a movie about mafia and guns bam bam. its about the clock ticking with every breath you don't take.

ofc the homoerotic subtext of this movie is not even subtext at this point. the chemistry of the actors is palpable. my favorite would have to be the pomegranate scene. katya tossing a pomegranate to sofia in a lighthearted fashion in the beginning of the movie rivaling the camera shifting between spilled pomegranates leaving a trail of crimson and katya dying in a pool of blood in sofia's lap during the most intense scenes of the movie (again, sorry for the spoilers and the emotional damage). this scene does not have outright romantic declarations as much as the bathtub scene does where katya and sofia wipe the blood off each other and share a cigarette, which is basically a kiss. or that one scene which has everyone by a chokehold where katya goes undercover with sofia as a couple and kisses her publicly. some miseducated people would say it was for the plot, that they needed to do that for ice pick joe and mario to gain entry to the high profile ball. but tell me, did the plot really require a minute long, passionate make out sesh on screen without ever cutting to the others sneaking in?

who can forget andrey and goncharov honestly. they hate each other, they're in love, they would die for each other and they would kill - each other too. the betrayal and their death and the ending shook me up so bad. jwhj0715 really knew how to hurt us to the most. i have so many thoughts on that alleyway scene where goncharov is backed up against the wall and andrey leans over him, their lips inches apart. the sexual tension is practically overflowing from the screen but it also acts as a reversal of roles. goncharov is the titular character, he has power, he's mafia. but now he's helpless, he has no way out, he is finally confronted by his feelings for andrey. its not just about that. its an insight into how he's running from his past.

the ending wrecked me. i was expecting it ofc but it still wrecked me.

this is making me want to rewatch the movie (my grandpa still has the vhs tape in his thoroughly ancient collection of cassettes and tapes. my grandma wanted to throw it all out but thank god i volunteered to sort it). would anyone be up for a goncharov rewatch?

#i will never not talk about this movie #it shaped my childhood to a concerning degree #goncharov #goncharov 1973 #PLEASEPELASEPLEASE watch it #you won't regret it I PROMISE #unreality

[the-letter-horror-lover]

tomorrow ;)

Chapter 15: Pay Me (Sebastian X Reader X Claude)

Notes:

Here it is, the final threesome! It's been a filthy few days ;)

The final threesome request came from EchoShadows, who said ' if you don't mind.. I would love to see a threesome with Sebastian x Reader x Claude... I have a friend who teases me about liking them both, and well.. you get the picture'

There's nothing wrong with wanting more than one man, especially when they're both sexy as hell ;)

I also promised a list of upcoming stories, so here we go;

1) Pluto and the Wolf Woman (or something similar)

2) Circus-Era Sebastian getting his claws into someone close to Joker

3) Undertaker's lost love *sobs*

4) Grell behaving badly (so basically, Grell)

5) Snake doing some snake stuff

There may also be a foursome at some point, once I've gotten over the shock of writing so many people having sex at once :P

Hope you all enjoy ;)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

It's midnight, and the whole world is covered in darkness. You should be sleeping, yet it has eluded you tonight.

Your mind is too busy to rest.

Recently, you came into possession of a document, which shows that the Funtom Corporation have been less than honest about how profit much they make in a year. You've no doubt it's for tax reasons, which is unusual given The Earl of Phantomhive's close relationship with her Majesty. You also have no doubts over its authenticity, given that it fell the Young Lord's carriage. You've spent the entire evening wondering what do do with your newly-acquired knowledge. Do you return it to the Phantomhive estate, in exchange for a favour in the future? Do you blackmail them? Or do you sell the information on to one of the family's numerous competitors?

All three options are extremely tenting, and you're finding it hard to decide which one sounds best.

You've always thought blackmail to be beneath you, but the thought of having a powerful Earl at your mercy is an enticing one. It's just a shame he's so young, otherwise you would have been happy to trade the information for sexual favours. If only that father of his was still around…

Selling the information to a competitor is also an intriguing idea, as you do love the idea of helping someone else topple an empire. The thought makes you feel rather powerful, in fact. To sell or to exchange… it's this very thought that is preventing you from sleeping!

Well, that and the fact that you've hidden the document in your pillow case. The stupid thing is so uncomfortable now!

You close your eyes tightly, planning to force yourself into sleep. You give up after only three minutes, as your eyes are starting to hurt from screwing them shut so firmly. The room seems darker when you open them, although that's probably just your eyes needing to readjust to the low lighting.

Sure enough, after a few moments, the room seems a little brighter, and you can make out objects in the darkness. Your bedside table, your dresser, a figure sat on your chair…

What, what was that last one?

You sit up and gasp, reaching for the candle on your bedside table. You light it with shaking hands, almost as if you're reluctant to discover exactly who has managed to sneak into your room so quietly. As you strike a match, you tell yourself that there's no one there, that your mind is playing tricks on you!

The candle is lit, and you aim it towards the chair, before almost fainting in shock. Sat on your chair, as calm as night and as clear as day, is a man dressed in black. His crimson eyes stare into your very soul, and his words chill you to the bone.

'Sorry to barge in like this, but I'm afraid that you have something belonging to my master. I'm pretty certain you know of what I speak; I would appreciate it if you would hand it over without a fuss.' His master? Oh, no. No, no, no, no. Is this the Phantomhive butler? You've heard rumours about this man, and none of them are good. Well, unless you're the Earl of Phantomhive. You imagine he's probably pleased to have a butler than can eliminate an entire mansion full of thugs (if that rumour is true)! You try your best to remain calm, thinking of way to still get something out of him.

'If you'll pay me, I'll gladly hand it over.' He smirks, which puts you at ease a little; at least he doesn't seem angry.

His words are full of amusement. 'My, you're quite fiery, aren't you? Most women would faint with embarrassment, or give into my demands whist pleading for their life. It makes me interested in taking more than I came here for.' He places his hand on the bed, and it lands on top of your thigh. You're only wearing a chemise and underwear, so your sheet is the only thing separating his hand from your thigh. The heat of his hand permeates through said sheet, making you blush profusely. You're about to stutter a response when another voice joins the conversation.

'The only one taking anything tonight shall be me. Earl Tracy has requested that I retrieve that document for him, and I have no intention of leaving empty-handed.' Earl Trancy? What does that brat have to do with anything? Maybe he seeks to use the information against the Earl of Phantomhive? No matter what the motivation, you find yourself in a rather dangerous situation; alone in a room with two strange men, who both want the same thing. Who do you give it to?

Your first visitor starts to speak. 'Ah, Claude, I should have known you'd be sent to steal my young master's documents. I fear you've had a wasted journey though, as I too refuse to leave without my prize.' The way he's talking, and the fact that his hand still rests firmly on your thigh, is almost enough to make you believe he's talking about you.

What makes it worse is how much you wish it was you they were fighting over.

After all, how often does a lady find not one, but two devilishly attractive men in her room? It's like something out of a dirty dream, made real by some delightful coincidence. You consider yourself fortunate to have picked up the document in contention, for otherwise this opportunity would never have presented itself to you. The only question is, do you have the nerve to seduce the two men?

You address the one named Claude. 'I'll tell you the same thing I told this man; if you pay me, I'll gladly hand it over.' You chew on your bottom lip, in a move you hope is seductive. It seems to do the trick, as his hand grabs your other thigh.

'Payment, you say? I can give you that. I can give it to you anyway you desire.' He slides his hand up your sheet, until he finds the apex of your legs. You turn your gaze toward your other visitor, silently asking him what he can offer you. He smirks at you again.

'I think I've found a way to resolve this little problem of ours. A game of sorts. Are you both willing to participate?' A game? You love the sound of that, especially with his riding up to join Claude's.

You other visitor sighs. 'I've no time for games, Sebastian. At least, none that involve you.' He looks at you, practically devouring you with his gaze. Looks like your plan to make the most of your opportunity is working.

You smile sultrily. 'I like the sound of playing with both of you. What kind of game do you have in mind?' Instead of answering you, your initial visitor (evidentially named Sebastian) yanks your bedsheets away, making you gasp in surprise. Claude looks at him in confusion.

'It's quite simple. We're both going to take it in turns pleasuring this little minx until she can't walk. When we're done with her, she'll give the document to the one who satisfied her the most.' Your underwear immediately grows damp. You like the sound of his game.

Claude takes a moment to consider things, his eyes roaming over your body. After they drink in their fill of you, he turns his gaze back to Sebastian. 'I hate sharing prey, and you know it. I'll let you take the document if you leave me the woman.' Your underwear goes from damp to flooded, and you feel your body growing hot. Normally you hate people deciding things for you, but on this occasion you're more than happy to wait and see what they decide to do with you.

Sebastian doesn't seem impressed. 'That's an odd thing to hate, given how often you try to steal away my prey. If you're unwilling to play, then I'm taking the woman and the documents. I did get here first, after all.' At this point, you don't care who gets what, so long as someone does something about the burning need in-between your legs. The two men stare at each other, eyes locked as if they're preparing for battle. Your arousal is growing more pressing by the second, until you can't take it anymore.

You pull off your ruined underwear and fling it straight at them, earning you their complete attention. Both of them are staring at you now, a mixture of confusion and hunger in their eyes. The air is thick with tension, and you swallow hard, wondering if you've just made a big mistake.

It's Claude that breaks the silence. 'If you let me have the first taste of her, I'll play your stupid game.' Sebastian lets out a low chuckle before springing into action. In an instant he's behind you, hoisting you into his lap. He spreads your legs as wide as they'll go, and lifts up you chemise, revealing your soaked opening to Claude. He licks his lips, clearly desperate for a taste. Before he moves though, he looks to Sebastian for confirmation.

Sebastian moves one hand underneath your chemise, sliding it up your body until he reaches your breast. He starts toying with your nipple, which has already hardened due to your aroused state. You start to let out a series of gasps and moans, and almost miss Sebastian's words. 'Eat your fill of her, Claude. It'll be the only taste of victory you'll have tonight.' He pinches your nipple to punctuate his sentence, which earns him a particularly load moan. Claude doesn't waste anymore time, placing his glasses next to your candle before jumping onto the bed and diving face first between your legs.

Your initial reaction is to scream, the sudden burst of pleasure almost too much for you to handle. Your whole body tries to squirm away, in an attempt to get away from the intensity of his pleasuring you. Sebastian refuses to let you move away however, keeping your legs spread wide open for Claude using one whole arm and an elbow, one hand still working on your nipple. He lowers his head to your ear, whispering to you in his low baritone.

'Now, now, be a good girl and stop squirming. It's very rude to interrupt someone's meal, after all. I bet you taste divine, given how greedily he's feasting upon you. Not as good as you'll taste after I've filled you up though. His tongue shall be nothing compared to the feeling of me coating your insides with my essence. I shall have you screaming my name tonight, before I take what you should have given me in the first place. Then again, I can't say I begrudge paying for it. If this is your price for information, I shall certainly become a frequent buyer.' He nips your ear, which sends you over the edge. Your juices flow into Claude's waiting mouth, and he laps at them furiously, desperate to capture every last drop.

As you come down from your high, you expect Claude to stop his ministrations. He doesn't no such thing, instead continuing to eat you out enthusiastically, your essence coating his mouth. You feel extra sensitive, and begin to wonder if your body can take it. You try to escape the sensation again, only to be retrained again, Sebastian chuckling darkly.

'My, my, he is a hungry one, isn't he? I hope he doesn't swallow down all of nectar; I'll need some for when it's my turn. In the meantime, you just keep these legs of your nice and wide.' You let out a string of desperate moans, your whole body feeling like it's about to explode. Eventually, it does explode, in the most glorious way imaginable. Your vision goes black as you reach your second orgasm, your legs spasming uncontrollably. His pace still doesn't falter, and you begin to wonder how many times he plans on making you finish tonight.

You get the feeling he'd keep going until you fainted, but you don't get the opportunity to find out; Sebastian pushes his head away from you, and inserts two of his fingers into you. He shoves them in and out of you rapidly, making sure you're nice and stretched before he adds a third. It occurs to you that he's preparing you his turn, which you're certain he plans to take next.

Claude eyes him up enviously, clearly unhappy to have his new toy taken away. 'I wasn't finished with her! In case you haven't noticed, I'm rather desperate for some kind of relief!' He pulls down his expensive-looking trousers to reveal his erection, which is throbbing in anticipation of release. It's thicker than you'd imagined; you'd expecting Claude to be the kind of man who has length rather than girth. Sebastian doesn't seem at all phased by his erection, his fingers never halting. You feel your third orgasm brewing, and begin to believe Sebastian was being serious about you not be able to walk in the morning.

Sebastian's palm rubs against your clit, and that's enough to force you over the edge again. Your orgasm this time is almost painful, but the pleasure accompanying it is so sweet it makes you cry. The ecstasy on your face seems to give Claude an idea.

'Alright, how about a different deal? If you let me take her mouth as you take her quim, I'll let you take that document. I think that's more than fair.' Sebastian considers his proposition for a moment, before pushing you off of his lap and onto all fours. Claude seems to take this as Sebastian agreeing to the deal, and he grabs your hair, forcing your mouth around his erection.

You have to fight not to choke on him as he thrusts into your mouth, clearly desperate for release. You're so preoccupied with not chocking that you barely register the sound of trousers being pulled down behind you. Before you have time to register what's happening, Sebastian is shoving himself inside of you, his forceful entrance forcing you to take Claude even further down your throat

The two men start to work in tandem, one pushing in whilst the other pulls out. The pace is a brutal one, neither man desiring to be gentle with you. Sebastian's hands are digging into your hips hard enough to leave bruises, and Claude is tugging on your hair with such force you're surprised it isn't coming out in clumps. Sebastian moves a hand down to toy with your bundle of nerves, trying to make you climax for a forth time. You suspect it has something to do with him trying to match Claude's achievement, but you're not certain.

Claude starts talking to you, sounding almost delirious with pleasure. 'You're a filthy whore, do you know that? Willing to let two men abuse you at the same time… It's depraved, and not the way a young woman should behave. You are, without a doubt, the most delectable human being I've ever encountered. Should you desire, I could spend days between your legs, corrupting and consuming you until all you desire is sex and sin. This shall not be the last time I take you like this, and I doubt Sebastian shall be willing to leave you alone either. Your body is ours now, and we intend to use it often.' His words are ultimately what finish you off, although you suspect Sebastian's efforts are in part to blame too. Your scream of pleasure is muffed by Claude's cock, the vibrations causing him to reach his end, spilling into your throat with a groan.

Sebastian watches the two of you fall apart, before experiencing an orgasm of his own, flooding your insides just as he told you he would.

The two men seem to pump into you forever, a seemingly unending amount of fluid being injected into you from both ends. You're glad when they final finish and withdraw, because it allows you to collapse onto the bed. You feel as if you've swam the channel six times over, your whole body aching. Sebastian and Claude both tuck themselves away, before Sebastian reaches into your pillow, taking what he came for. He gazes down at you, the smirk returning to his face.

'I look forward to doing business with you again, my dear.' He says, before disappearing into the night. Claude picks up his glasses before staring down at you too, taking in the sight of you naked and exhausted on the bed.

'Not if I get here first.' He saids, before he disappears too.

You let out a huge sigh; at least you'll have no trouble sleeping now.

Notes:

Here endeth the threesomes ;)

So, I've been thinking a lot about my writing lately, and have come to the conclusion that I need more variety. Therefore, I'm thinking of doing a few one-shots for various other series'.

With that in mind, if there's anything anyone would particularly like to see, feel free to say something. I'm planning to do a FMAB one first, almost certainly involving Scar (I'd like to do a whole series, but I doubt people would read it :P). You can also expect some Soul Eater and Deadman Wonderland fics too, so keep an eye out if you like ;)

If you have any Black Butler things you'd like to see, then feel free to tell me :) as I've said on numerous occasions, I'll write anything!

See you soon (perhaps o.O)

o.O)

Chapter 16: Make-Up (Black x Reader)

Notes:

I owe you all a huge apology.

I know it's been ages since I last updated this...

Basically, I had that weird specific writer's block that I get, which meant I had difficulty fulfilling the next request on my to-do list (Pluto x Reader). It was a tough decision, but I've postponed that story for a while, at least until I get an idea for it. I'm really sorry to anyone looking forward to it, and to the person who requested it. Fear not, as someday it shall appear! Just not today... I'm really sorry :(

For now, I have a request from Andpeggy, who said'Can you do one with Black/Sebastian?

Like the reader is Jokers sister and she catches Sebastian's eye.'

I have done my best. I hope you all enjoy :)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

'I need a real job.' You say to your reflection. You've been sat at your dressing table in your tent for what feels like hours, trying to do your makeup for the big performance tonight. You just can't get it right for some reason…

You joined the circus about six months ago, after reuniting with your brother, who is known here as 'Joker'. You were delighted to discover that he was still alive, but concerned over his career choice. After all, 'Ringmaster' isn't the most conventional career choice for a man with one arm! Nevertheless, you've seen with your own eyes just how happy he is here, with a group of friends who treat him like family. He even has a girlfriend! You'd decided to join his merry crew, if only to stay close to him. You've already lost him once, there's no way you'll risk that again.

Your role is that of a clown. It's completely undignified, and it scares as many children as it amuses, but it's what you're good at.

You just wish you could be good at something that doesn't require a stupid amount of make-up!

You growl angrily. The show is due to start in less than an hour, and you're not even dressed! You prefer to put your costume in after your make-up, as you don't want to risk staining it. It's stretchy enough to slip over your head without it rubbing off your make-up, although it does ruin your hair. Still, that's not an issue, given that you wear a wig on stage.

You decide you have time to redo your make-up one last time. Wiping away the current layer, you make a start on your mouth, drawing a nice, wide grin…

The tent flap rustles. 'Miss, are you in there?' The sound makes you jump, your hand jolting violently. This causes you to streak make-up all the way to your eye, ruining this attempt as well. You throw the vanity product onto the dressing table, screaming in frustration. Your visitor takes that as an invitation, letting himself into the tent.

Your heart stops when you see his reflection in the mirror.

Your visitor is none other than Black, one of the Circus' latest recruits. As clichéd as it sounds, he really is tall, dark, and handsome. Those raven locks, slender muscles, and dazzling red eyes are enough to make any woman swoon over him. You yourself are no exception, fantasising about most nights. Alas, there's no way he'll pay any attention to you, at least not romantically. As Joker's sister, you're pretty much untouchable, the other members of the Circus giving you a wide berth for fear of his reaction. You're certain Black will be even more cautious than the others, fearing the wrath of his newfound employer.

Still, a lady can dream.

That dream is more like a nightmare right now, as you remember the state of your face. You hope he hasn't clocked your make-up mishap yet, or else you're in for a whole world of embarrassment. Then reality hits you like a bucket of ice water; you're currently sat wearing nothing but your underwear, and a loose shirt that dips low enough to display the tops of your breasts. You may as well be sat stark naked for all your clothing covers! Your face turns scarlet as the reality sets in, and you have to take a moment to compose yourself before you can turn around and greet him.

Just as you turn, he opens his mouth to speak. ‘Sorry for the intrusion, Miss, but you sounded as if you were in some degree of distress. I do apologise for walking in on you in such an… exposed state.’ His eyes roam your body, drinking in the sight of you. When his gaze falls upon your face, he smirks. ‘I see you’re having difficulty getting ready. Care for some assistance?’ You feel even more embarrassed than you did a moment ago, but carefully consider his offer. At this rate, there’s no way in hell you’re going to be ready in time to perform. Then again, what could this man possibly know about clown make-up?

You wipe away your last failed attempt, before sighing heavily. Help of any kind sounds fantastic. ‘I’d appreciate the help, Black. Have you got any experience with this kind of thing?’ His smirk grows wider.

‘Oh, I have plenty of experience in a whole multitude of things. I’d be more than happy to demonstrate them for you.’ He produces a chair from somewhere, and positions it next to yours. He takes the make-up you’re currently holding (a lip crayon), his hands deliberately caressing yours as he does. You look him dead in the eyes, and you swear you can see a hint of lust in them. You must be imagining it though, as he gets down to business straight away, positioning your head in a way that gives him full access to your face.

He brings the crayon to your lips, gently dragging in across your lower one. You can feel it sticking to your lip, staining it crimson. He repeats his actions on your top lip, making it match its twin. When he’s satisfied with his work, he sets the crayon down. He examines your face, as if he’s trying to figure out what to do next. Inspiration clearly strikes him, as next he decides to go for the white face paint.

The paint is cold against your skin, making you shiver slightly. At least, you presume that’s what caused it. It could just have easily have been caused by the man sat mere inches in front of you, doing your make-up for you. It hadn’t occurred to you before, but the act is very intimate. Usually only lovers get this close…

His words break you out of your thoughts. ‘Such soft skin. Tell me, why stay here? A woman as lovely as you must surely have better ways to spend her time.’ Your blush returns. No one has ever called you ‘lovely’ before. How do you respond to such a thing? Do you act coy? Flirt with him? You feel so lost!

You sputter out a response. ‘I-I’m here for Joker.’ He chuckles lowly at your reply, face never dropping that damned smirk.

‘I see. You’ve sacrificed much, following your brother so closely. I’ve been talking to the other males here, you know. Not one of them called you anything other than stunning. Yet when was the last time you felt a man’s touch? I bet you lie awake night, dreaming of the day someone finally decides to ease the longing ache between your legs.’ You shift your legs together automatically. He’s being so bold! It’s starting to affect you in the best possible ways…

He finishes coating your face in white. You’re about to look at yourself in the mirror, but he stops you by gently grabbing your chin. ‘Ah, ah, ah. No peeking, you curious little minx. I want you to get the full effect.’ He picks up a jet black eyeliner. ‘Close your eyes for me.’ His words are stupidly sexy, all but forcing you to comply.

The eyeliner is wet, which makes the application of it feel strange to say the least. Having your eyes closed heightens the sensation of each brush stroke, as well as setting your nerves on fire. Black could be do anything to you right now, and you wouldn’t be able to see it coming. It’s exciting!

He finishes far too quickly. ‘There. Take a look.’ You open your eyes slowly, breaking out of your anticipatory state. You take a look in the mirror, gasping at what you see. Your whole face is ghostly pale, with the exception of your crimson lips and jet black eyes. You look like a doll! It’s almost beautiful, but it’s totally wrong! You’re supposed to be funny, not pretty! How do you tell him that he’s done it totally wrong?!

He stands, positioning himself behind you. His hands land on your shoulders, subtly pushing the fabric of your top down your arms. He leans down to whisper in your ear, your eyes locking in the mirror. ‘I’ve made you up like a Geisha girl. They’re a special type of whore from Japan, praised for their beauty and grace. From the moment I first saw you, I have desired to make you my own personal Geisha. I want nothing more than to steal you away, and keep you hidden from the world. No other man deserves to bask in your radiance. They are unworthy of you, goddess that you are, and I shall delight in denying them your heavenliness.’ The shirt has been pushed down far enough to reveal your breasts, exposing your erected nipples to him. A part of you think that is wrong, that you should push him away, but the rest of you is aching for his touch. After all, you’ve been fantasising about him constantly. This is almost like a dream come true.

He reaches for your nipples, toying with them as he maintains eye contact. You lean back into him, allowing pleasure to wash over you. You're past caring if this is wrong any more. Right now, he's the only thing in existence.

One of his hands slides it's way down your body, heading straight for your underwear. He slides his long fingers into them, and you shift your hips to allow him better access. He lets out a groan when he discovers how wet you've become.

He teases your folds lightly, his other hand continuing to tease your breast. He starts whispering to you again, his teeth tugging at your earlobe. ‘That’s it, surrender to me. Let my touch consume you whole. Be a good girl and stand up for me; I want you to see something.’ You do as instructed, slowing rising from your chair. Black moves back a bit to accommodate your new position. Your eyes remain fixed on the mirror, taking in the sight of your mostly-nude body. As you gaze travels lower, so does the hand on your breast, joining its twin when you eyes fall on your underwear. When he’s certain your gaze is fixed, he tears the garment from you, throwing it away somewhere in the room. He coaxes your legs apart with one of his own, giving you a view of your glistening sex. He runs his fingers across your folds, caressing them softly. Your eyes begin to drift shut, the pleasure of his touch overwhelming.

Your eyes snap open when he inserts two fingers into you, the intrusion unexpected but not unwelcome. You let out a moan without even realising it, body no longer your own. You’re all his now, pure and simple.

He leans you forward, encouraging you to place your hands on the dressing table. When you’re bent over, he slips a third finger into you, increasing the pace in which his fingers pleasure you. He puts his freehand next to yours so that he can lean over you. You can feel his erection pressing against you, rock hand and clearly desperate to be inside of you.

Suddenly, Black bites down on your neck, causing you to gasp in pain. The bite is so forceful that you’re certain it will remain visible for weeks after he’s finished with you.

Black stands a little straighter, so that he can use the hand on the desk to pull your hair instead. His fingers continue to toy with you relentlessly, and you can feel an orgasm on its way. His words are little more than a growl when he speaks again.

‘There, now everyone can see you’re taken. Speaking of which, I think it’s time we finished this. I fear I’m out of patience.’ He removes his hand from you, earning him a wanton moan from you. You hear him fiddling with the fastenings of his trousers, before feeling something solid against your entrance. He slips into you with ease, exhaling as your warmth consumes him.

Both of his hands grips your hips as he starts moving, his pace unrelenting. All you can do is lean against your dresser and let him pound you into euphoria. You can see what he’s doing to you in the mirror, which only turns you on more. It’s obscene, watching a mostly-clothed man have his way with you. It’s also the single sexiest thing you’ve ever seen, and you hope it never ends.

Alas, you feel your orgasm wash over you with great intensity, signalling that your tryst is nearing it’s end.

Sure enough, Black finishes moments after you, spilling inside of you as he moans your name.

He doesn’t withdraw straight away, leaving his softening cock inside of you as he trails kisses down your spine. You’re too tired to do anything more than hum at his affection, enjoying the tickling sensation his kisses produce. Eventually, he slips out of you, his release trailing down your leg. You should probably clean up before…

Oh god. The show! You’re late for the show!

Panic sets in, and you desperately begin to search for your outfit. Black chuckles, clearly finding your stress amusing. As he tucks himself back in, he lets you in on the joke.

‘Your services aren’t required tonight. I was sent by your brother to tell you that you’re to relax tonight. After all, there are plenty of new cast members that can take your place for tonight. Speaking of which, I really should be going now. I shall be back tonight, my sweet little Geisha Girl, to show you just what kind of man you’ve affiliated yourself with. Fear not, for I shall not tell your brother of our affair. Yet, at least. See you soon.’ He swiftly exits the tent, leaving you feeling dazed.

As you wipe away the evidence of your passion, you make a mental note to ask him for make-up tips.

Notes:

Hope that was worth the wait :) I'll try not to leave it so long next time.

Maybe see you soon?

Willing Patient (Sebastian x Reader x Claude)

Notes:

Hey,

I'm going to make a conscious effort to fulfil all of the request that I have as quickly as possible, so expect plenty more chapters over the coming weeks :) Though I've decided to abandon my schedule, as I think that it was holding me back a little. If I didn't have an idea for a story with the specific character in mind, I just gave up and did nothing. This way, I'll be fully flexible creatively, while still fulfilling your requests.

On that topic, if you have left a request with me then fear not, for it shall be done in due course :)

Now, on with the chapter, which comes from a request from N who said 'You should do a version of [Examination] with Sebastian and Claude maybe, ike RPing or a doctor's appointment that quickly turns dirty'

As I already have a story with those two characters, I've decided to write this as a sequel fic. I hope that's okay with you :)

Now, here be smut!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Your footsteps sound heavy as you approach the doctor’s office.

A fortnight ago, you’d received a mysterious letter from someone calling themselves Doctor M (the ‘M’ presumably standing for mystery, how terribly cliché). He’d informed you that you were long due a physical examination, and that as a doctor, it was his civil duty to perform one for you. He’d told you to report to a specific location at a specific time and date. He’d also insisted that you come alone, but had assured you that there would be a nurse present for the duration of the examination.

At first, the letter had seemed suspicious, to the point where you’d considered throwing it away. Then, something had occurred to you…

A few weeks ago, a pair of mysterious yet handsome men had broken into your bedroom, looking for a document you’d accidentally come into possession of. After a small amount of debate, both men had ended up taking turns pleasuring you, whispering sordid words into your ear as they made you fall apart time and time again. They’d both said they be paying you a visit in the future, but you’ve had no contact with either of them since. It’s gotten to the point where you’d be willing to believe that it was all just a dream, were it not for the soreness you’d felt for days after their visit. Maybe the letter was from one of them?

You’d doubted it, but decided to accept the invitation regardless. The location is in a heavily populated area of London, and the time is noon. If anything went wrong, or if it’s some hind of elaborate kidnap plot (you are a noble lady, after all; your family would pay a great deal to ensure your safety), you’d easily be able to call for help. In your mind, that was all it took to reach a decision.

You were going to meet Doctor M.

That’s how you ended up here, cautiously making your way to the agreed location.

The hospital in which Doctor M wants to meet was shut down about a year ago due to budget cuts, so the corridor is lit only by sunlight. The choice of location should have made alarm bells ring, but your resolve refuses to waiver. Now that you’re here, you have to find out who asked for you.

You reach the door, but stop yourself entering when something catches your eye.

Everything else in the hospital is old and dusty, having clearly just been left here when the shutdown happened. However, on the door there are two brand new name plaques. They read;

S. Michaelis, Attending Physician

C. Faustus, Attending Nurse

‘Strange,’ you think to yourself. ‘Maybe this place wasn’t completely shut down.’ You’re about to knock on the door, when you hear a voice call out on the other side of it.

‘Enter.’

The voice is an imperious one, compelling you to do as it says. You enter the room, closing the door behind you.

The room is considerably better-lit than the corridor, the person behind your mysterious invitation clearly wanting to see everything that happens in here. Speaking of the one who invited you here, he’s currently sitting behind a desk, clad in a while lab coat. He has a pair of half moon spectacles perched on the end of his nose, and is currently engrossed in an article of some description. Slowly, you approach the desk, causing him to look up at you immediately. Your heart begins to race when you recognise him.

It really is one of your mystery callers! The man calling himself Doctor M is Sebastian.

He smirks at you. ‘Ah, my twelve o’clock is here, it seems. Please, take a seat while I talk you through your examination. Nurse Faustus, if you would be so kind as to take the lady’s coat.’ A pair of strong hands remove your coat before you get the chance to speak, and you turn around to see who’s taken it.

Unsurprisingly, it’s your other visitor; Claude, just as handsome and bespectacled as you remember him being.

You take a seat, mentally deciding to play along with the scenario. After all, the last time you’d let them take charge and lead the situation, it had worked out beyond fantastically.

Doctor M smirks at you. ‘So, from what I can gather from reading your notes, you’ve been a very naughty young woman. Forgoing your yearly check-up, staying up until ungodly hours, engaging in carnal relations with perfect strangers… the list goes on.’ You feel yourself growing damp at the words ‘carnal relations.’ With any luck, that’s exactly what the two of them have in store for you today.

Doctor M continues. ‘However, as I am simply one hell of a doctor, it seems only right that I rectify that. I plan to start by giving your body a thorough examination. After that, we’ll determine the appropriate treatments for any afflictions we may uncover during the examination phases. Does that treatment plan work for you?’ Your mouth turns dry. This is officially the best decision you’ve ever made. Still, you’d better play it cool, as you’d hate to break out of your role as reluctant patient.

You give him a nervous smile. ‘That sounds fine, Doctor… Michaelis, was it?’ He nods. ‘Forgive me, but I’m terribly nervous. It’s been so long since my examination, so I’m unsure of how to behave.’ Instead of the doctor addressing your concern, it’s the nurse who answers you.

‘Just do everything we tell you. Trust us.’ You feel a pair of slender hands slide down your neck, indicating that the nurse is stood just behind you. They tease the sleeves of your dress down your arms a little, exposing your shoulders to the room’s chilly air.

You take a deep breath, trying to focus on talking again. ‘Very well. I shall put myself in your hands, gentlemen. You both seem like consummate professionals, after all.’

Doctor Michaelis smirks at you. ‘Oh I assure you, we’ll take very good care of you, my dear.’ He looks up at the nurse. ‘Nurse Faustus, strip the patient, so that we may begin our examination.’

The nurse moves so that he’s directly in front of you. He encourages you to stand, eyes roaming over your chest as he does. Were this any other situation, you’d either act affronted or cover yourself. But right now, you don’t want to do either of those things. Right now, you want to reveal yourself to them both, inch by inch.

That’s clearly what they want too, as the Nurse takes his time undressing you. He steps to one side as he begins, making sure the inactive party gets a front row seat to your unveiling. He takes the bottom of your sleeve between his teeth, slowly dragging it down your shoulder. As it descends past your elbow, one of your breasts breaks free from the confines of the dress, causing both men to lick their lips. Clearly, they were both expecting to have to deal with a corset today. However, as you were mostly certain who sent you the invitation, you’d decided to take a small risk and forgo any kind of undergarments.

Right now, that risk appears to be paying off.

The nurse starts kissing his way up your arm, occasionally tracing a blood vessel with his tongue. He pauses briefly, smirking into your skin. ‘Just checking for any signs of clotting. Your blood seems fine in this arm. Time to check the next one.’ His kisses keep going up your arm until he reaches your shoulder. When he gets there, he starts nibbling at the sensitive flesh there, causing you to gasp and moan out loud.

The noises cause Doctor Michaelis to rise from his chair, moving it around his desk so that he can sit directly in front of you, rather than being blocked by the desk. As he sits back down, he makes a tutting noise. ‘Tsk, tsk, nurse. Beginning your own checks without me? That’s a serious offence. Kindly move the patient closer, so that I may begin examining her mammary glands,’ the look he gives you is so full of lust that it makes you tremble, body anticipating his touch.

The nurse starts nibbling your ear, whispering to you in that low baritone of his. ‘You heard the doctor. Shuffle forward so he can examine you. I’ll carry out my test on your other arm while he does.’ He puts his hands on your hips, coaxing you forwards until your exposed breast is directly in front of the doctor’s face. The doctor traces over you areola with his tongue, causing your nipple to harden almost instantly.

As the nurse begins to give your remaining sleeve the same treatment he gave its twin, the doctor peers up at you, leaning back and removing the spectacles still perched on his nose before placing them on the desk. He licks his lips. ‘I fear that my initial test results compel me to perform a follow-up. After all, one can never be too careful when it comes to matters of well-being. Now, let us find out if you’re still in working order, shall we?’ with that, he takes your nipple into his mouth, suckling on it eagerly. You close your eyes, surrendering to the pleasure your two lovers are providing you with. Doctor Michaelis’ rough treatment of your nipple is perfectly contrasted by the soft kisses Nurse Faustus is littering your arm with, the two sensations so pleasurable that you feel the rapidly accumulating moisture between your legs trickle down one of your thighs, no fabric to halt its journey south. You feel so wonderfully debauched, and they’ve barely even started.

When he’s satisfied that he’s kissed your arm enough, Nurse Faustus grabs your dress and forcefully shoves it down your body, leaving you totally exposed. Doctor Michaelis releases your nipple with a wet ‘pop’, his eyes greedily taking in your newly-revealed skin.

He looks at Nurse Faustus. ‘I fear I’m in need of a second opinion. Why don’t you examine her other breast, whilst I prepare her for her final diagnostic?’ You hear a grunt of consent from behind you, punctuated by a quick nip of your ear. Nurse Faustus walks away from you, heading towards the desk. He places his spectacles next to Doctor Michaelis’, before heading to his colleagues’ chair.

Doctor Michaelis stands, allowing Nurse Faustus to take his place. The newly-seated man takes your neglected nipple into his mouth, nibbling it rather than suckling. His ministrations are far more aggressive than the doctor’s, causing you both pleasure and pain at the same time. It’s intoxicating, and completely distracting.

So distracting in fact, that you don’t notice a certain someone sneaking up behind you.

The only reason you know that he’s now behind you is the fact that he’s inserted two of his slender finger into your channel, stretching your opening slightly. He moves them in and out of you lazily, whispering in your ear.

‘This is a test of your reflexes. I must assess if your body is responsive to certain stimuli. Although, judging my how easily I managed to insert my fingers inside of you, I’d say you don’t have a problem reacting to stimuli.’ His twists them suddenly, and your scream out, body begging for release. You feel a hand rubbing your clit, presumably Nurse Faustus’. The added stimulation helps send you over the edge, your orgasm both intense and sudden. You move your hips as much as you can in your current position, attempting to ride his fingers until you’re completely spent.

When you finally come down, both men abandon your body simultaneously. Nurse Faustus stands, and together they encourage you to lie down on an examination table nearby. Once there, they strap your legs down on either side of the table, preventing escape. Not that you’d want to escape anyhow; you’ve been dreaming of this carnal reunion for months!

Once you’re firmly secured, the two men stand either side og the table, absent-mindedly stroking your body. You begin to writhe under their touch, desperate for one of them to take you properly.

It’s Doctor Michaelis that speaks first. ‘I’m afraid I have some good news and some bad news. The good new is that your examination results have all come back fine. A couple of injections, and you’ll be as fit as a fiddle.’ He smiles, the kind of smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

His words excite you greatly. You can’t wait for your ‘injections’. Still, you have to ask…

‘What’s the bad news?’

Nurse Faustus smirks. ‘We’re not qualified medical practitioners.’

You roll your eyes at them. ‘I know that. You’re Sebastian and Claude, butlers to the Phantomhive and Trancy households respectively. You crept into my room a while back, and the three of us had the best sex I’ve ever had. Speaking of, I hate to break character, but I really need one of you inside of me now.’ They both smirk at you, Sebastian even going so far as to chuckle.

They grab a breast each, grasping at them forcefully. You cry out, the action more painful then pleasurable. You look at each of them in turn, planning to scold them for being too rough.

That’s when you notice their eyes.

Their beautiful, unnatural red eyes, with a catlike pupil.

You want to scream, but can’t bring yourself to do so. You’re mesmerised by them, despite every fibre of your being telling you to be afraid. You want to ask them about their eyes, but the words catch in your throat.

Thankfully, Sebastian seems to see the unspoken question in your eyes. ‘We’re demons, Claude and I. We exist purely to devour souls and commit ill deeds. Yet, that doesn’t mean that we’re immune to the siren call of the joys of the flesh. After much discussion, the two of us have decided to make you our personal concubine. You shall see to our every carnal desire, just as we shall see to yours.’

Claude pipes in. ‘Surrender to us. Let us claim you as our own. We desire you above all others, and we demons do so had being deprived of the things we desire...’ they’re both touching you again now, their hands moving with precision and haste. They’re trying to re-stoke your arousal, which has been slightly dampened by their revelation. You consider their words as best you can in your distracted state, mind trying to make sense of the situation.

Then, one of them brushes a hand against your still-sensitive opening, and all sense and consideration flies out the window.

You moan loudly. ‘Take me, mark me as your own. I want you both so much.’ They simultaneously start biting either side of your neck, hard enough to leave marks. You arch you back, offering yourself to them. Their mouths begin to move down your body, kissing and biting until they reach your breasts. The demons shower them with affection, their mouths moving over every inch of them before taking your nipples into their mouths once more. Cries of pleasure fall unbidden from your lips, mind completely hazing over with lust.

When they notice how far gone you are, they start conversing as they play with you. ‘So,’ begins Claude, ‘how should we proceed?’ He looks at Sebastian, clearing expecting him to take the lead.

Sebastian smirks. ‘I suggest we blindfold her. Then, we’ll take turns defiling her. It’s probably best if we do this in demon form; it’ll make it that much easier to claim her.’

Claude makes a small noise of agreement. ‘Sounds good to me. What about you?’ He looks at you, seeking your consent. It’s a surprisingly thoughtful gesture, one that isn’t totally lost on your lust-addled brain. Still, you wish he hadn’t bothered. You’re long past the point of backing out now, body still yearning for the two of them.

You cry out in frustration. ‘Stop wasting time already! I already said I wanted you both!’

Sebastian chuckles. ‘Such an eager young thing. I suggest we give her what she wants, Claude.’

Claude lets out a chuckle of his own. ‘That sounds like a good idea, Sebastian.’ Both pairs of eyes glow even brighter, as if they’re planning something.

That’s the last thing you see before your vision is cut off.

Somehow, one of them managed to sneak a blindfold over you without you noticing. Normally, you’d panic over such a thing.

Normally, you don’t have two ridiculously attractive demons toying with your body.

The sensations you’re currently experiencing is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. It’s as if the two men are somehow caressing every inch of your body, exploring you in ways no man ever has before. You think yourself lucky to have attracted the attention of the two men at all, even if they’re not technically men. Do demons even have genders?

All thought stops when you feel something hard slip inside you.

You’re not sure which man has finally decided to stop teasing you and start fucking you, but you really don’t care. Now when he’s doing it so skilfully, and with such force that you’re glad your legs are restrained. If they weren’t, the force of the thrusts would be enough to send you falling off of the examination table!

Despite the fast pace and constant movement of your body, they somehow manager to continue teasing you, intent on bringing you to a second climax. You feel a hot breath on one of your ears, followed by a voice that doesn’t sound quite as it should.

‘How does it feel, being taken by a demon? I bet you’re loving it, aren’t you? You truly are a delectable little human. It’s going to be so much fun, being able to take you whenever I desire. I hope you’re not a fan of sleep, because you shan’t be getting any at all in the foreseeable future...’ a pair of teeth nips at your ear, triggering your release. You clench yourself around whichever demon is currently inside of you, which sets them off too, their release flooding your insides completely. You feel a burning sensation above one of your breasts, but you’re uncertain what that means. You don’t care either, not when your whole body is awash with sensation.

As soon as you feel your parter slip out of you, his softening length is swiftly replaced by a different, harder one. They continue where the other left off, continuing to plunder your depths with vigour and impunity.

Like the first, this man also decides to whisper in your ear, albeit choosing to use the other ear. ‘He’s not the only one who’s going to be enjoying your body. I intend to be even more persistent than him, so you’d better be ready for me when I come calling. I do not care how many times he’s used you; I will not be denied my fix.’ He climaxes suddenly, his words affecting him as much as they’ve affect you. You feel something rub against your clit, trying to make you finish again.

They somehow succeed, your orgasm s violent and intense that you lose consciousness, your last thought being that your other breast feels like it’s burning too.

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It’s late afternoon when you finally wake up, eyes bleary taking in your surroundings. You’re in your room, safely installed in bed.

Was that all just a dream?

You make to stand, bare flesh rubbing against your sheets. ‘Odd,’ you think, ‘I never sleep naked.’

You rise from bed, and start making your way over to your dresser, planning to pour yourself some water from the jug that’s currently sitting there.

A jug that you don’t remember filling.

You’re about to call and ask if one of your servant did it, when you catch sight of your nude body in the mirror. Just above your breasts there are two marks, one on either side. One mark looks like a pentagram, while the other looks more like a star. You tentatively run your hands over each one in turn, considering their meaning. When your mind draws a blank, you return your attention to the desk, only just noticing that there is a small note next to the jug.

It reads;

I imagine you’re rather confused. Don’t be. Life is far too short to waste on such things. I’m sure you’ll remember every detail in time. For now, let’s just say that your examination is complete, but that you’ll be requiring regular check-ups from now on.

All the best,

Doctor M

Notes:

I hope that was to everyone's liking :)

See you all soon, I hope :3

Chapter 18: Mistress (Vincent Phantomhive x Reader)

Notes:

Hello all,

So, who here had given up hope of an update? If so, I really can't apologise sincerely enough. I've had... difficulties... coming up with one-shot ideas for various characters, which frustrated me to the point where I just lost the will to write them. I'm hoping I've snapped out of that now, so expect more chapters in the future (however long that might be).

Also, huge thank you to all of you who waited for an update. I only hope the wait was worth it.

With that, allow me to present to you the result of a private request I had months ago. It read ' For the Vincent one, I was thinking more specifically that the reader could be the nanny for the twins and that both Vincent and the Reader have been attracted to one another for awhile, but have never acted on it. Rachel has a period of time where she feels healthy enough so she travels to London to visit Madame Red. One night while she's gone both Vincent and the Reader are up late and he's in the library, reflecting, when she comes in to return a book that she had been reading the twins that night. Then deliciousness ensues.'

Hope I've done the request justice ^.^'

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

‘Pwease can we haf annuder story read?’ A small voice asks you shyly. ‘It helps us sweep.’ The owner of said voice looks at you, eyes wide and expectant. Unfortunately for him, puppy dog eyes don’t work on you, especially given your profession.

You work as an on-site nanny for Lord Vincent Phantomhive and his wife Rachel. You’ve been here for just over two years now, watching over their two little boys with the kind of care and professionalism expected of a Phantomhive servant. Your job can be extremely taxing at times, given how many enemies Lord Phantomhive has made over the years. Still, the pay is excellent, and watching those boys grow is a reward in and of itself. However, you fear that it may soon be time to leave this place forever...

You give the boy a stern look. ‘No, Master Ciel. I’ve already read you both a bedtime story. It’s time for you to get some sleep now.’ You stand up from your seat, and head for the door.

‘But, but, but…’ Another voice contributes to the conversation. Honestly, you’ve never known anyone who loves stories as much as these Phantomhive boys do. Perhaps they get it from their father…

You smile at them. ‘I’m sorry boys, but no means no. You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow. Your mother is due back from visiting your aunt tomorrow afternoon, and I’d hate her to return to two overtired sons. Now, if you’re good, and go to bed nice an early tomorrow, I promise I’ll read you an extra story tomorrow. How does that sound?’

Both boys immediately perk up, and reply in unison. ‘Thanks, Miss!’ They then snuggle themselves into bed, closing their eyes and trying to force themselves to sleep. You roll your eyes at them affectionately; bribery works every time.

You leave the room, closing the door gently behind you.

Now that your shift is technically over, you’re free to do as you wish for the rest of the evening. Your first stop is the library on the other side of the manor, where you plan to put away the book you’ve just been reading to the boys. Then, you’ll stop by Lord Phantomhive’s study. He’ll be in there as always, writing out a report or planning a party, or whatever it is that well-to-do Lords do. You’ll give his door a firm knock, and he’ll grant you entry. You’ll tell him that you’re retiring for the evening, and he’ll flash you that gorgeous smile of his, the one that never fails to make your heart skip a beat. He’ll bid you goodnight, and you’ll scurry back to your room like a nervous schoolgirl, cheeks ablaze and mind racing. The rest of your evening shall be spent trying to alleviate the dull ache between your legs, as you imagine what it would be like to kiss away that smile of his…

You’d be lying to yourself if you said your relationship with Lord Phantomhive was strictly professional. Well, that wouldn’t be a lie per-say, as your relationship thus far has been professional, the only exceptions being the few times he’s asked you to join him for a nightcap. Those have occurred more frequently since Rachel went to London for the month. The poor man must miss her terribly, if he’s willing to settle for your company constantly. Still, you doubt he’d do such a thing if he knew how you feel about him. You’ve had a crush on the man since day one, and over time it’s developed into something a little more serious than that.

You might even go so far as to say you’ve fallen in love with the man.

You know in your heart that nothing will ever come of it. He’s a married man for starters, a Lord for goodness sake, and he has two young sons. If only one of these things was present then maybe, maybe you’d have a chance. All three together however… the man is unattainable, which makes your feelings foolish and unwelcome. It’s reached the point now where you know you’ll have to leave this place soon, if only to spare both yourself and him the humiliation that would follow if your feelings are ever discovered. You’ve heard of a few interesting-sounding jobs up North, and plan to investigate them as soon as you’re given a day off. You only hope Lord Phantomhive doesn’t pester you for answers when you leave. He can be so very astute at times, so he’d be sure to see through any flimsy reason you give him straight away…

Now really isn’t the time to think of such things. You don’t know for certain if you’re leaving yet. If you can’t find alternative employment, you’ll just have to keep you head down here for a while longer. After all, you’ve kept your feeling a secret so far, and if you can’t continue to keep them secret, then what kind of Phantomhive servant are you?

You’ve been so busy thinking things through that you’ve made it to the library without even realising. Your body must have moved of its own free will whilst your mind was occupied. You enter without knocking, certain that it’ll be empty this time of night.

You make your way over to the children’s bookcase, and almost shriek when you realise that someone else is in the library.

You manage to stop yourself when you realise that it’s Lord Phantomhive.

He looks over at you, a small smile forming on his lips. It’s not the dazzling smile you’re used to, and that worries you. Is he okay? What’s he doing here all be himself at night? Is it even your place to ask him such questions? You don’t want to overstep the mark with him…

He speaks before you can ask him anything. ‘Good evening. I take it the boys are both asleep?’ His voice sounds more maudlin than usual, confirming your suspicion that something isn’t right with him.

You answer somewhat apprehensively. ‘They should be soon, my Lord. I told them I’d read them an extra story tomorrow if they settled down now. After all, I assume you don’t want them overtired for Lady Phantomhive’s return tomorrow.’ At the mention of his wife’s name, Lord Phantomhive’s face seems to fall even further.

‘That’s tomorrow, is it? I’d completely forgotten. Some husband I am...’ Is that why he’s so gloomy? He’s feeling like a bad husband? Maybe you should say something, if only to put his mind at ease.

‘You’re a wonderful husband, Lord Phantomhive. You’ve just been busy, that’s all. It’s natural to let things slip when you’re busy, that doesn’t mean you love her any less.’ You offer him a sympathetic smile.

He makes a noise of dismissal. ‘I’m beginning to wonder if I love her at all.’ His confession shocks you. Has he truly fallen out of love with her?

You shake your head at him. ‘You’re probably just overthinking things, my Lord. I’m sure that you care for your wife a great deal. You should get some sleep, help you to think better.’

He snorts out a laugh. ‘Is that an order, coming from one of my staff?’ Oh, shit. You’ve overstepped your mark. You should apologise to him immediately, before he fires you. It’ll be so much harder to find a new job if you’re fired from this one...

You make a few desperate stuttering sounds, trying to apologise to him. He lets out another laugh. ‘I was only joking, you know. It’s nice knowing that you care about my mental state. Then again, knowing that you care at all makes things so much harder for me.’ If he thinks it’s hard for him, he should hear what it’s like for you…

He rises from his chair, and begins to make his way over to you. You can’t read his expression, and that troubles you. What is the man thinking? Does he have a problem with you? Unwilling to hold his stare, and somewhat concerned about what you’ll try to do when he reaches you, you walk over to the bookcase, determined now to complete your task and leave, lest his proximity causes you to behave recklessly. You shouldn’t have allowed yourself to be left alone with him, not with your feelings becoming difficult to contain. Removing yourself from the situation really is the most sensible course of action.

As you reach up to put the book away, you feel a hand cover your own. It’s warm, and so wonderfully soft. The hand of a man who works more with his brain than his brawn. You can practically feel the heat of it permeating through your own kin, and making its way through your whole body, setting between your legs. No man should be able to affect a woman like that, but then again, Lord Phantomhive has always seemed like more than your average man.

He brings his mouth next to your ear, his breath even warmer than his touch. ‘Do you have any idea what you do to me?’ If your legs didn’t already feel like jelly, his words practically have them melting. You really need to get out now, because if he continues talking like that…

Your mouth however seems to have other ideas, and it somehow operates of its own free will. ‘I could ask you the same thing, my Lord.’ You hear him gasp, yet you can’t decide if you’ve said the right thing or not. What is the right thing to do in a situation like this? Is he being genuine, or is he still toying with you? If the latter is true, then opening your mouth might just have been the most stupid thing you’ve ever done.

His other hand grabs your waist, and pulls your body closer to him. ‘Minx. You’ve ruined me, you know? I was perfectly happy to go along with the path my family chose for me. I was happy to choose a wife from the two selected for me. I was happy to share my bed with her, and to have her bare my children. Then you came into my life, and I came to realise that I wasn’t happy at all. If only I’d been given the chance to find a wife on my own… I may well have chosen a woman like you. Then again, if I had, you never would have come into my employ, and I wouldn’t know that I wanted such a woman. Life can be so terribly unfair at times. Why can’t a man just have what he wants from time to time?’ You’re now well past the point of wanting to leave this conversation. If your employer is speaking to you like that, then surely anything goes? Now might be the best chance to have to clear the air with him, and let him know just how you’re feeling.

You press yourself against him further, trying to test the waters. When all you get is a grunt, you speak. ‘You have a wife, two sons, a huge mansion… you seem to be a man who gets what he wants most of the time. As for me, I’m the woman who’s spent two years watching the object of her affection play house with a woman he doesn’t even love apparently. Tell me again how life is cruel, my Lord.’ His hand travels upwards from your waist, settling just below one of your breasts.

He leans in, this time nibbling on your earlobe before speaking. ‘Life is cruel, because someday, I’ll have to watch the object of my affection do the same. Unless of course I decide to lock you away in this manor of mine, but what would that achieve? You deserve more than that. A beauty like yours should be allowed to bloom, free from any confines. The kindest thing for both of us would be if you left this place, yet I fear I’d do anything to keep you here. My thoughts keep going around in circles, to the point where I just don’t know what to do any more. Should I force you to leave, and spare us both any future pain? Or shall I allow you to remain, and force myself to control my longing for you? Or shall I ravish you, and convince you to become my mistress?’ You’re beginning to think that you dozed off after reading the boys their story. Surely this can’t be real? You’re going to wake up the second it gets interesting. Still, if it is only a dream, then what have you got to lose? And, if this does turn out to be real, do you really want to miss an opportunity like this? In the two years that you’ve known him, you’ve never once seen Lord Phantomhive repeat an offer. This may be the only opportunity to do something like this with your no-longer-secret love. Besides, you’d be lying if the thought of being his mistress doesn’t excite you. All the secret rendezvous in the dead of night, sneaking in passionate kisses between locals, thinking of things to tell the lady of the house, when she notices the little marks your lover will inevitably leave on you…

You grab Lord Phantomhive’s hand, and bring it so that it covers your breast. ‘I don’t need any convincing, my Lord. Just tell me what you want of me.’

He flips your body around to face him with almost alarming speed, somehow managing to pin both of your hands over your head and against the bookcase, using only one of his. He begins pulling at the front of your dress, trying to free your breasts.

He begins to tell you exactly what he wants. ‘Firstly, you’re to call me ‘Vincent’ when we’re alone. I don’t want to bring titles into our relationship. Secondly, I won’t allow any other man to touch you for the duration of our affair. You are, however, free to court as you see fit. Just make sure they refrain from doing anything untoward. Finally, we must this a secret from everyone. My position doesn’t allow for anything less that a perfect reputation. As such, you must make sure to remain totally professional in my presence. I shall tell you when we can initiate relations. You are free to reject my advances if they are unwelcome, though. This relationship only happens if both of us want it to. If, for whatever reason, you decide to end things, we’ll stop all contact immediately. You have been a wonderful nanny to my boys, one that I’d happily recommend to anyone. Therefore, when this ends, I shall be more than happy to find you employment elsewhere. I’m hoping it won’t come to that for a long while though; there are so many things I plan to do to you.’ With that, he finally manages to free your breasts from the confines of your dress. If you weren’t already aroused by his actions, the cold air of the library would have caused both of your nipples to harden. As it is, they’re already completely solid, so Vincent takes one into his mouth, causing you to mewl with pleasure.

You whole body begins to writhe under his touch, especially when he free hand toys with your free nipple. Your arms struggle against his grip, desperate to touch your new lover. Your legs rub together of their own free will, your groin longing for direct contact. You hope he doesn’t tease you for long, or else it’ll be too much to bare.

You continue to let out a litany of little noises, music to the ears of your lover. When he hears his own name amongst the noises, he abandons your breasts in favour of attacking your neck with his mouth. He bites and suckles at it like a starving man, almost certainly leaving a trail of marks all along your neck and shoulder; you make a mental note to wear a dress with a high collar tomorrow. You can hear him muttering something into your neck that sounds suspiciously like your name, but you can’t be certain. You’re not certain of anything evermore, except that you never want this night to end.

Vincent works his way back up to your neck, growling in your ear. ‘Well, aren’t you a vocal little minx? I might just have to gag you next time, if only to stop you waking the entire household.’ He pulls back to he can look at you. He smirks at you, looking you dead in the eye. ‘Just this once though, you can be as loud as you want. Although, you may want to tone it down when I drag you into my chambers when I’m finished with you here. I’d hate to have to explain to the boys why daddy is making their nanny scream his name.’ He presses his lips against yours, his tongue asking for entry almost immediately. You grant it willingly, and he drops your wrists in favour of grabbing your hips with both hands and lifting you up, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist. Your hands weave their way into his hair, grabbing onto it to help you keep balance.

Vincent takes a few steps forward, using his whole body to pin you to the bookcase. When he’s certain you’re secure enough, he sneaks a hand underneath your dress, and heads straight for your underwear. He moans into your mouth when he realises that they’re soaked right thought.

He pulls back from the kiss to speak. ‘I think I shall have to add a fourth instruction. You are hereby forbidden to wear underwear, if only for fear that you may end up ruining them all as our affair gets evermore passionate.’ He steals away your reply with a kiss, before trying to tear your underwear off of your body.

When his initial attempt fails, Vincent grabs a knife from his pocket, carefully slicing through the too-sturdy straps of your underwear. It falls to the ground almost silently, although the same thing can’t be said of the knife, with hits the floor with a metallic clanging noise. You’d find the noise quite unstintingly, had Vincent not taken it upon himself you insert a finger inside of you at the exact same moment. You scream him name into his mouth, and can feel him grinning wickedly against your lips.

He risks removing his other hand from your hip, so he can deal with his own clothing. He heads straight for the button on his fly, undoubtedly desperate to liberate his erection. He sticks a second finger into you as he shoves his trousers and underwear down his legs in one go, and you cling onto him for dear life, an orgasm beginning to grow deep inside your groin.

Vincent removes his hand from you, and begins to focus on lining himself up with your entrance. His erection ends up sliding across it a few times, struggling to gain purchase due to the ample lubrication your arousal provides. When he finally finds the right angle, he doesn’t hesitate, pushing into you without a moments hesitation.

You break the kiss so you can scream his name, before realising that you really shouldn’t have done that. What if you wake the children? You look Vincent in the eyes, worried that you’ve taken his permission a little too far.

You concerned look earns you a breathy laugh. ‘I told you, you can be as loud as you want this time. In fact, I actively encourage you to be vocal. I plan to save up all of these wonderful mewls of yours for future use. After all, a man can get very lonely on business trips. So please, scream for me, my little minx. Let me know how much you want me.’ With that, he begins to pull out slowly, before thrusting back in forcefully, earning him a surprised grunt. That seems to spur him on, as he does it again, only this time much faster and with even more force. He repeats this a few times, before setting a brutal pace that has you alternating between screaming his name and thanking God for his very existence. You suddenly begin to feel jealous of Lady Phantomhive, who must get to experience Vincent’s sexual prowess on a regular basis. Still, now it not the time to be thinking about that. Now is the time to be focusing on the man in front of you, and the orgasm preparing to shatter your mind.

As his thrusts continue, the force ends up knocking most of the books off of the shelf, include the one that you’d only just put back there. With all of the books falling, it feels like the whole world is crumbling around you, yet Vincent remains a constant fixture. It’s as if you two are the only real things left in the world. Everything else is just an illusion.

The coil in you finally snaps, and you orgasm hard, your inner walls squeezing your lover with almost alarming force. The sudden tightness is too much for Vincent, who finishes just after, biting down on your neck to keep himself from screaming your name loud enough to wake the entire country; and there he is suggesting that you need a gag!

When you both come down from your respective highs, he sets you down gently, making sure you can stand properly before he lets go of you. He bends over to redress himself, before reaching over and caressing your check.

His smile is an apologetic one. ‘I fear I got a little too carried away there. I had planned to tell you of my feelings in a far more gentlemanly fashion, but for some reason I couldn’t. I fear that I was driven more by my trousers than by my brain, and for that, I’m sorry. However, everything I said was truthful. As I cannot have you as my wife as I’d like, I want you to be my mistress. It may sound selfish of me, but I fear I simply cannot live without your company. If you think my approach has been too callous, I’ll be glad to surreptitiously court you until you’re satisfied that I am a man worthy of having such a wonderful woman. Alternatively, my offer still stands if you wish to find work elsewhere. The choice is entirely yours.’ He looks fairly contrite, though you’re inclined to believe he’s not as half as sorry as he says he is.

You pick up your ruined underwear, cover up your exposed breasts, and strut over to him, this time wearing a smirk of your own. ‘I believed you mentioned something about dragging me into your chambers?’ You give him a wink for added effect.

He responds with a low chuckle. ‘I think this may be the start of a most wonderful relationship.’

Notes:

So... I really hope that was worth the wait, and thank you all again for being so patient with me. It means a lot :)

Hope to see you all soon :)

Chapter 19: Alpha Female (Pluto X DemonHound!Reader)

Notes:

Hey,

Bet no one expected this! So soon after the last chapter, it's almost as if I feel guilty for neglecting you all...

Ages ago, I had a request from Illilex0DarkFire. They wanted a Pluto x Reader story. I had huge difficulty trying to do it, to the point where I found I couldn't actually write anything. However, after receiving the following comment from Illilex0DarkFire, I was suddenly hit with an idea: 'I would love if that Pluto x Reader one I requested a while ago, if the reader was a dominant bitch and pushes Pluto around but he still loves her even though they're both demon hounds'

You'll find that this fic is quite a bit different to my other stories. I wanted to try something new, something that I felt fit the situation quite well. This story is mostly written in the past tense, and there is no speech. Given that Pluto can't speak in the anime, it wouldn't have made sense for him or the reader (a fellow Demon Hound) to speak in the fic. I hope these changes don't detract from your enjoyment ^.^

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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It can be hard work, being an Alpha female.

In the human folk-tales of your kind, Alphas are always these hulking great males with a short tempter, and even shorter periods of brain functionality. All they care about is fighting, food, and sex, with everything else being inconsequential. While this may be true of the males, Alpha females are something else entirely.

Your average Alpha female Demon Hound is interested in much more than pleasure. For an Alpha female, the only thing that matters is power. You desire to be powerful, to find a powerful mate, and to produce powerful offspring, the kind that makes humans tremble with fear as they tear up villages. The best way to guarantee such offspring is to find yourself a strong mate, the kind that is willing to fight anything that gets in your way, and that is willing to protect his family even with his dying breath.

However, therein lies the problem. The strongest of your kind are all Alpha males. As an Alpha male, they automatically assume they have control over everything and everyone, including females all of kinds. You’d sooner live your life alone than submit to the will of another. What you’ve always desired is mate who is willing to submit to you at all times, yet fight for you when the situation calls for it. So far, the few lesser males you’ve given attention to have all proven to be less than useless, acting much like Alphas, in that they spent the whole time trying to breed with you. As if you’d give any male that privilege without him proving himself to you! It’s just as well you did refrain from such activity, as all of your potential suitors fled at the first sign of trouble; in all cases, that trouble was an Alpha, seeking a mate. Your yourself had been forced to flee those situations, for fear of the Alphas trying to mate without your consent. On one occasion, the cowardly male had returned to you, begging for forgiveness. All you’d given him was a hard swipe with your paw, and a warning never to cross your path again.

After his departure, it was months before you found another potential mate. This male had a pure white coat, and the most beautiful eyes you’d ever seen. He had approached you with caution, weary of your status. You had shown him your usual customary amount of interest, waiting for him to make his move on you. To your surprise, he didn’t do anything of the sort. Instead, he got onto a submissive position, asking for permission to follow you. You’d granted it gladly, on the understanding that he wasn’t to lay a single claw on you without permission. He’d thanked you by liking your face, earning his ear a warning nip. He’d whimpered at first, feeling sorry for himself, before he apologised for getting carried away. You remember at that point thinking you’d made a mistake in allowing the male to stay. He seemed even weaker than his predecessors. However, you were soon to learn that that wasn’t the case at all…

Over the following months, the male wolf (who you decided to refer to as ‘Pluto’) followed you blindly, keeping his side of the bargain beautifully. Not once has he tried to mount you, although you have caught him sniffing you on several occasions. You remember almost feeling sorry for him, having to control his bestial urges with an unclaimed female around. Still, you didn’t let him see that sympathy. In fact, you showed him nothing but cruelty, making unreasonable demands of him on an almost daily basis. In fact, you’d occasionally set him impossible tasks just so you could punish him for failing. For example, you’d send him to fetch something a hundred yards away, while insisting that he stay within fifty yards of you at all times. He’d looked at you with confusion in his eyes, as if he was asking what the right thing to do was. When he didn’t get an answer from you, he bowed his head to you, willing to accept punishment for failing his impossible task. You’d given his ear a bite, your favourite way of pushing him. As you left your camp the next morning, the two of you came within fifty yards of the thing you’d asked him for the day before. He’d grabbed it for you without hesitation, presenting it to you with a great wolfy grin on his face. You couldn’t stop yourself from returning his smile, his gesture too sweet to resist. You’d been slightly softer with him after that, in the hopes that his sweet gestures would continue.

Your newfound softness worked wonders. Pluto became even more obedient than before, wanting to please you at every turn. You needed only to ask him once for something, and you could consider it as good as done. He also made a habit of bringing you gifts from time to time, like flowers or something extra to eat. Granted, you still treated him like the inferior male he was, but he still remained completely loyal to you. It almost made you feel bad, until you remembered yourself. You’re an Alpha female. You should have power over lesser males. Yet, in many ways, Pluto never acted as a lesser male. In fact, he was a better male than any others you’ve ever met, willing to obey you without question or reward. However, he was still yet to prove himself as a worthy mate, so how could you reward him? If you allowed him to mate with you, and he turned out to be a liability in a fight… you simply couldn’t take the risk, as much as you told yourself you’d like to.

One night, a particularly vicious storm raged through the land, coating everything in the land with sheet upon sheet of rain. The forest offered you little shelter from it, and there were no caves nearby. The water began to seep through your fur, chilling you to the bone. In order to make yourself smaller, and therefore able to find shelter, you’d transformed into human form. Immediately, Pluto hovered over you, protecting your nude form from the torrential rain from above. You grabbed onto his soft fur, and he’d carried you to a gigantic oak tree, with a great hole in it’s trunk, big enough to fit two humans inside comfortably. Once you were safely inside, Pluto curled up outside of your hiding place, allowing you to have the entire shelter to yourself. You were content to do just that, until you noticed him shivering. Feeling guilty, you’d ordered him to transform and come inside, not wanting to watch him suffer any more. He’d obeyed hesitantly, keeping his now-nude human form as far away from you as possible. His actions had confused you, until you’d remembered your own self-made rules. However, with the wet and the wind making the world feel so cold, all you wanted was warmth. So, you made your way over to him, your movements slow and exaggerated. He’d eyed you with curiosity, confused by your actions.

He’d all but yelped when your bare flesh touched his. He tried to back away from the contact, but you wouldn’t let him. You crawled onto his lap, and snuggled into his chest. He kept his arms firmly by his sides, until you let out a whimper of disapproval. After hearing that, he gently wrapped his arms around your body, breathing a sigh of relief when you didn’t tear his throat out. You snuggled into him even closer, and in response he held you ever tighter.

After a while, you’d felt his lap stiffen beneath you. You were surprised at how long it had taken for his body to react in such a way. Maybe he had no desire at mate at all? You’d dismissed that idea, as his erection was adequate enough evidence against that, even if it was delayed. You’d ended up reasoning that it was nerves, and felt guilty yet again. You realised that if you kept up with your mistreatment, you might end up putting him off mating with you, even after he proves himself. You’d decided then that a reward was a good idea, after all.

You’d sat yourself up in his lap, so that your breasts were directly in front of his face. Breasts may not be the most sexual organ to your kind, but males still enjoy play with them occasionally, providing his mate isn’t rearing their young. Pluto seemed more interested than most males however, licking his lips at he stared at your chest. He’d looked you in the eyes, seeking permission to touch them. At your command, he’d buried his face between them, making groans of approval all the while. He began to toy with each breast in turn, treating them with care and reverence, like he’d never get the chance to touch them again. You’d allowed him to do as he pleased, letting yourself enjoy his ministrations.

Eventually, he’d gained more confidence, and started to be a little more firm with your body. It was that, or his breeding instincts kicked in, and his inner desire to dominate came out. Either way, as his confidence grew, he began to touch other parts of you, parts that he had no permission to caress. Still, you made no move to stop him, as lost in sensation as you were. Only when his hand slipped between your legs did you stop him, for fear of the situation escalating to the point where you end up taking him as a mate. As much as your heart told you that that was what you wanted, your head protested again the union as always.

Pluto had whimpered, but immediately stopped all of his ministrations. You could tell he was concerned about being punished, so you snuggled into him again, trying to show him that you weren’t angry with him for taking things too far. The two of you had proceeded to drift off into a deep sleep, the rain masking the sound of your snoring.

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A few hours later, you’d woken up alone in the tree, Pluto no where to be seen. At first, you’d assumed he’d finally had enough of you toying with him, and decided to go off.

Then you’d heard the snarls.

Two sets of very male snarls were coming from just outside your hiding place.

You’d shifted into wolf form as soon as you had room to, fully expecting to either have to fight or run. What you didn’t expect to see was a gigantic Alpha male towering over Pluto, fangs barred and nostrils flared. The male must have caught your scent, and come to claim you as his own.

You’d readied yourself to run, until you’d remembered that two males were snarling.

Pluto, unlike the others, had his teeth barred too, and looked more than willing to fight the Alpha. This came as both a pleasant surprise, and an unwelcome reality. Of all the rivals your past potential mates had faced, this one was by far the most impressive. Pluto was by no means weak, but he was still considerably weaker than the Alpha. Despite everything you thought you wanted, you realised at that point that having a protector means nothing, if it means losing them. You’d tried to tell Pluto to run, but he didn’t listen; he was determined to protect you, no matter what.

The fighting was intense and violent, both males fighting for their most basic biological right. At one point, it seemed as if Pluto was doomed, as his competitor had him pinned to the ground and was threatening to tear him to pieces. You’d cried out in anguish, the thought of watching him die just too much for you. The Alpha, curious about the noise, looked straight at you, taking his eyes off of Pluto long enough to give your potential mate an opening. Pluto lunged at the rival male’s neck, tearing it’s throat out before it had time to register what happened. It fell to the ground with a loud thump, the ground shaking underneath it. Pluto began to pant heavily, exhausted by the fight.

You’d approached the victor cautiously, making sure his opponent was dead as you did. As you drew ever closer, you could see the wounds that the Alpha had inflicted upon your dear Pluto. As soon as you reached him, you began licking his wounds, silently thanking him for protecting him. He had lain still as you did so, still trying to regain his energy.

When you had finished licking his wounds clean, you nuzzled your nose into him, trying to see if he had recovered at all. He nuzzled your nose back in reassurance, and at that moment you knew that he really was the one for you. Without thinking, you’d presented yourself to him, giving him non-verbal permission to claim you. Pluto accepted your invitation, mounting you without hesitation.

The two of you had rutted quickly, both desperate to belong to each other. It didn’t take him long to start filling you with his seed, howling as he did. You’d let out a few howls of your own, letting everyone know that someone had finally claimed you.

When the mating was over, you’d both collapsed onto the ground, all energy spent. You remember feeling glad that the rain had abated during your sleep, or else you’d have ended up completely drenched. As you both lay down against the slightly marshy ground, Pluto had slowing approached you, nuzzling his nose into you. You’d given his ear an affectionate nip in return, playfully reminding him that you were still in charge. He barked out a chuckle, before shifting slightly and inviting you to cuddle into him. You’d taken him up on the offer gladly.

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That all took place about two months ago now, and life for the two of you is still going well. Pluto is as affectionate as he’s always been, making sure that all of your needs are met. You rarely cross paths with any of your kind any more, you scent no where near as alluring as it once was. After all, you no longer need to attract a mate. Not when you have one as kind and as loyal as Pluto.

You’ve spend the entirety of the last few months looking for a place to call home. Wandering aimlessly around the forest is no longer a suitable option. In the end, you find yourselves setting near a little human town called Houndsworth. The locals are all too afraid to venture into the forest, and there are plenty of food sources around. You’d managed to find a perfect little clearing, one that suits your needs perfectly. Pluto has left you to go hunting, even more concerned about you than usual. His attitude is understandable though, given the circumstances.

You’re about to bring his pups into the world, after all.

Notes:

So, what do you think? Did the stylistic choices work, or should I stick to what I know in future? Be sure to let me know (if you want to) ^.^

Chapter 20: Patience (Madame Red x Reader)

Notes:

I messed up.

I honestly didn’t realise how long ago some of the requests were made. I went back through the comments a few days ago, and realised that a lot managed to slip through my net completely. For that, I am truly, deeply sorry.

So, to make up for it, I’m going to try and blitz through a load of requests over the next fortnight. If you do have an outstanding request with me, please feel free to nudge me. I know you may think that sounds like pestering, but please, feel free to pester; sometimes, it’s the best way to get what you want.

Also, to the person who requested Alan, could you specify if you want him with a man or a woman? I should have asked at the time, but I forgot. Also, sorry for not looking up your UN, but it’s late, and I’m only just awake enough to publish this (I was barely awake enough to write it)

So, if you can all find it in yourselves to forgive me, I promise I’ll do better in the future.

Now, this fic was requested by ‘Deanna’ (I really hope I wrote that down right), who requested ‘more of [my] Madame Red.’ They had a few ideas of what they wanted to see, but I appear to have misplaced them, so I’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted >.<

Here goes nothing

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‘Ha! Missed!’ You yell at the would-be assassin, his knife missing the side of your head by inches. He’ll have to be quicker than that if he wants to take down a Phantomhive servant!

Unfortunately for him, he won’t get the chance to try again, as Mey-Rin manages to hit him square between the eyes with her sniper rifle. It’s a pity, as you would have preferred to question the man; in your experience, the only people stupid enough to try and assassinate Ciel Phantomhive are those blinded by the thought of a large payout.

Still, there’s nothing to be done now, and as you wipe away the small amount of blood that managed to splash into your face, you think about your real objective today; the young lord’s aunt is due any moment, and you yourself have been tasked with seeing to her every need. You suspect that it has a lot to do with you being a former mercenary, but you can’t confirm that. Maybe Madame Red genuinely needs someone to button up her petticoat in the morning.

Sighing with a feigned exhaustion, you head back up to the manor, and begin waiting for you your charge to appear.

From what you’ve heard, Madame Red is a most curious woman. She’s a doctor, which is uncommon enough for women in this day and age, but she also has a flair for the unusual. For example, she tends to always wear red, hence her nickname. You’ve also heard that ever since her late husband’s passing, she has made no attempt to remarry, but instead spends her time either in the company of her nephew (your young lord), or with a variety of young ladies, all of whom seem to leave Madame Red’s home looking rather flustered. Perhaps her new hobby is baiting nobles? It sounds a lot better that sitting around and moping, that’s for sure.

You reach the foyer of the mansion, and are shock to see a carriage pull up at the mansion’s entrance; your guest is here already? Is it really that late?

A single glance inside the carriage confirms your suspicion; all you can see is red.

A flash of black zooms past you at lightning speed, and it takes you longer than you care to admit to realise that it’s Sebastian, rather than an oversized cannonball. He lets Madame Red out of her carriage with practiced ease, and your jaw drops.

She’s gorgeous.

The shape of her face, the makeup that stains her lips crimson, the delicate flow of her hair, the swell of her…

You cough loudly, trying to snap yourself out of your thoughts. It isn’t proper, thinking of another woman the way you just thought about Madame Red. If she knew what was just going on in your head, she’d have you arrested for indecency! You have to control your inner thoughts, you have to snap out of it…

A feminine voice breaks you out of your thoughts. ‘My, my, what a lovely young thing. Are you sure you want to leave her with me, Sebastian? Who knows what might happen.’ She’s standing right in front of you. You’ve been wrestling with your thoughts for so long that Madame Red has now left the carriage and come straight up to you. You have no doubt Sebastian just introduced you, but you weren’t paying any attention. What do you say now?!

Thankfully, Lord Phantomhive takes this moment to appear at the top of the stairs, tutting as he does. ‘Madame, please refrain from molesting my staff; they’re harder to replace than you’d think.’ He makes a fair point; how many female mercenaries are there out there who know how to lay out cutlery properly?

Madame Red chuckles. ‘It isn’t molestation if they touch me back. Still, I promise that I’ll try to behave myself. For now, at least. Now, who’s going to show me to my room?’ Please not you, please not you…

Sebastian grabs her bags. ‘Allow me.’ Phew, that was close! You’re not sure you could be in her general proximity right now without getting all flustered!

Madame Red pouts. ‘Okay. I suppose you’ll do for now. I will need help dressing for dinner later though, and I’ll need a woman to help me with that.’ She winks at you, and your insides do a flip.

You give her a quick nod. ‘I-I’ll be with you for that. We don’t want you to feel uncomfortable here.’

Your guest smirks. ‘I don’t see how anyone could feel uncomfortable around someone as divine as yourself, do you?’ She heads up the stairs before you can formulate an answer, leaving your mind spinning, and your underwear damper than you’d care to admit.

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It’s evening time now, and despite your orders, you’ve barely seen anything of Madame Red. She’s been in discussion with Ciel for most of the day, and the only staff members privy to such meeting are Sebastian and occasional Tanaka. The additional free time has given you the opportunity to think on your earlier interaction with the household’s guest, and you’ve reached a valid conclusion that explains her actions; she was testing you. Oh, yes. You must have the look of a woman that fancies other women, and she must have baited you to see if she was right. You have no doubt that, had you risen to it, she would have had you locked away, and let medical professionals remove such unseemly urges from you.

Yes. You’re definitely better off not falling into her trap.

For now, you’re content to wait for her until she calls. Then, you’ll get her dressed, and get her to dinner. After that, she may require you to undress her, which you’ll do slowly and sensually…

Quick and methodical! You mean quick and methodical! Get a grip! You’re a Phantomhive servant for goodness sake; if you can’t contain your lust, then what kind of Phantomhive servant are you?

You hear the a bell ringing; it’s the bell that corresponds with Madame Red’s room. Sighing, you try to clear your mind as you make your way to her room, hoping that your urges won’t get the better of you.

When you reach her door, you give it a firm knock, and announce yourself. ‘It’s your maid, my lady. You called for me?’ You assume she was after you; unless she wanted Sebastian to pass a message to Ciel?

You hear a feminine chuckle. ‘How very punctual of you. Come in, my dear; I’ve been waiting for this all day.’ Well, that sounds ominous. Still, you have a job to do, and you can’t let the household down.

You open the door and slip inside, shutting the door behind you. After all, if she’s called you to assist, there’s a good chance she’s in a state of undress, and you’d hate any of the men in the house to see her exposed in any way.

It’s just as well you did that, because when you see her, your jaw drops; she’s sat stark naked in a copper bathtub, her breasts poking out of the water like two islands of pure pleasure…

You begin blushing and apologising immediately. ‘I’m so sorry, my lady. I didn’t realise you were nude. I should have averted my eyes.’ Why would she even allow you in if she’s in this state.

Madame Red chuckles again. ‘If I didn’t want you to look, I wouldn’t have invited you in. Tell me, do you like what you see? Would you like to touch them?’ Yes, yes, yes, oh god yes please.

No! You must be strong! Remember your earlier conclusion. This is a trap, it’s has to be!

You shake your head vigorously. ‘No, my lady. I have my own, after all.’

Madame Red flashes you a salacious smile. ‘Please, call me Madame. Or Mistress, if you’d prefer. I think I might prefer that myself actually.

‘As for the subject of your breast, I’m certain that they are different to my own. Why don’t you give them a squeeze? Find out for yourself. Come on, I won’t bite. Unless you want me to.’ She winks, and you feel your resolve waiver and your underwear dampen. What harm would it do really? You could just say you were examining them for science! She’s a medical woman, after all…

Against your better judgement, you walk over to the bath, peering into the clear water and straight at the nude form underneath.

If you thought that Madame Red was beautiful fully-clothed, then she’s positively irresistible naked. Your protests are completely silenced as your hands move to grope her chest of their own volition, the surprisingly firm flesh yielding to your touch almost immediately. Your ‘mistress’ as she would have you call her lets loose a powerful sigh, and you get the feeling she’s enjoying being touched as much as you are doing the touching.

Madame Red begins to squirm in the bath, splashing water out over the sides, as your fingers move to tease her erect nipples. For some reason, watching yourself touch her like this seems to illicit the same response in you that it is in her; that is to say, it almost feels as if someone is teasing your nipples as well.

After a little more writing, Madame Red sits up suddenly, the movement causing water to completely drench your uniform. Have you done something wrong? Was this really just a trap? Are you so bad at it that she doesn’t want this anymore?

A painful grip on your hair sends your thoughts flying out of your mind, as Madame Red pulls you in for a powerful kiss.

The woman before you only waits a moment before shoving her tongue into your mouth, trying to assert dominance over it while her hands begin to tug at your uniform, clearly desperate to rid you of it. Too pent up to do anything other than obey her whims, you slide your maid’s dress down until it pools at your waist, your bare torso now on display.

Unsurprisingly, no sooner than you rid yourself of the dress’ top half, Madame Red paws at your chest, acting far more blasé than you had when you’d touched her. Maybe it’s due to her experience, or to her higher social position, but all of her movements seem precise and calculated, like she plans each little thing meticulously in her head before she executes them. Right now, the reason behind it is immaterial, as long as she keeps using her technique to pleasure you…

All too soon, Madame Red breaks away from the kiss, leaving you both gasping for air. In a breathy voice she whispers to you. ‘As a friend of the Phantomhive family, I like to make sure that all staff are fit and healthy. Therefore, I’d like to give you a quick physical if I may. Just strip down completely and spread yourself down on my bed just there, and I’ll make sure that I’m a thorough as I can be.’ Well, how can you refuse such an offer? It would be an insult to the Phantomhive name if you refused such hospitality!

Without a word, you stand to full height,, pushing your clothes off as you go. You spread yourself far from demurely on the bed, making sure to keep you legs wide open (as you’re sure she’ll be interested in checking the health of that particular region).

Madame Red stands, exiting the bath with an elegant step. Instead of towering herself off as one might expect, she heads straight for you, become climbing over your body and straddling your midriff.

Your breasts are both given a good squeeze as she settles, before she moves on to torment your nipples. ‘Mm, as I suspected. These breasts really don’t get the attention they deserve. As a doctor, I recommend that you have them fondled at least once a week, preferably by me; I am an expert on these things, I assure you. As for the rest of your body, I must make sure that your taste is as delightful as it should be.

‘Now, for my test to be truly all inclusive, I’ll need to scream every time I do something that feels nice. Does that sound okay?’ Is this really happening? Did you fall asleep waiting for your guest earlier?

Still, if this is a dream, why not embrace it? ‘Yes, Mistress. I promise, I’ll scream for you.’ Even saying those words makes you feel filthy; you love it.

So does Madame Red, as she wastes no time, and wriggles her way down you until she’s settles on her knees between your legs. She shoves her face right up to your opening, before inhaling deeply.

The last word to leave her mouth is ‘delicious’, before she worms her tongue inside of you, the sudden intrusion causing you to cry out in shock; it feels so good!

Madame Red wasn’t kidding when she said she planned to be thorough; at this point, you’re certain she’s in danger of actually eating you, rather than eating you out. Her tongue seems to be everywhere at once, determined to cover every square inch of flesh possible. Not that you’re complaining, as every swipe seems to bring on a new wave of pleasure, to the point where you think you may actually die from it.

Somehow, her pace increases yet again, and you find that your body can’t take it. You scream loud enough to wake the dead as orgasm reaches you, your legs clenching up so tightly you’re concerned you’ll be unable to move them ever again

Despite your end, Madame Red doesn’t relent, milking your release for everything it’s worth. You almost push her off of you, the sensations quickly blurring the line between pain and pleasure. Fortunately, you don’t have to, as your lover seems to understand; she moves away with a sinful slurping sound, flicking your clit with her tongue for good measure.

From between your legs, Madame Red offers another salacious grin. ‘You really do taste exquisite. I do hope you’ll let me sample you for dessert later.’ She stands, making her way over to a wardrobe. You stare on in confusion, which doesn’t go unnoticed. ‘Your examination did not raise any big issues, so why do you look so concerned?’ Well, there’s a million and one reasons for that, but one that’s at the forefront of your mind.

You tilt your head. ‘Don’t you want me to do the same to you?’ It hardly seems fair that only one of you gets to walk away in shaking legs tonight…

All you get is a smile, and a single word; ‘Patience.’

Notes:

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[froglovemushroom]

F the Black Widow!

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader (Wanda's lil sister)

Warnings: seductive Nat, extremely innocent reader and also a mention of teeny bit of smeggzy time

Note: This is a very old work of mine which I moved from wattpad, and I don't feel like editing it, so I'm sorry for all the cringy things ahead.

Lying on your bed, wrapped in a fluffy (f/c) blanket, you try to make yourself fall into a slumber. But even with your ears plugged, sounds of the heated argument two doors away from your room still managed to push its way through the walls.

You grunted in annoyance and grabbed the pillow that was underneath your head, covering your ears with it to subside the loud noise. And to your surprise, the sounds actually stopped.

Finally......Some peace and quiet....Or so you thought-

The door was slammed open seconds later, much to your dismay, making you jump up, eyes wide as marbles.

A furious Wanda stomped into a room, muttering a few curses under her breath. All while using her magic to lift a pillow and shoot it accross the room at full speed.

"Fuck the Black widow, stupid woman wouldn't let me go on a mission alone. I'm 24 and fully capable of taking care of myself!"

You stared at your older sister by four years, although not understanding a certain point, listening to her yammer everything out to you. Wanda didn't have a good connection with the older redhead recently, they would argue about the simplest things and you didn't know who's side to choose, despite always following what your sister told you and doing whatever she advices or tells you to, and no, not in a bad way.

You had always looked up to her to give you guidance because you've always had a hard time deciding what to do and what you should do about things, so whatever she says, you never hesitate to agree or do, cause it always ends up being the best for you.

"I'm sick of it (y/n)! I literally had a minor bone fracture from the last mission, which was like two months ago, and now she treats me like I'm not capable of walking for the rest of my life! And no, I'm not going to let this go and calm down just because you have a crush on her. "

A second passed, two seconds, a few dumbfounded blinks were blinked.

"I- have a crush on her?"

You asked, surprised at the new information yourself. Making Wanda roll her eyes and groan.

"JUST HOOWWWWW NAIVE AND CLUELESS CAN YOU BE Y/N. "

"I HAVE NO IDEA MYSELF WANDA."

"You do know that I can read your mind and 99.9% of the time when I get inside, the only thing in there is the smiling face of miss paprika haired spy two rooms away from us!" (a/n: says miss paprika haired little witch girl)

You stayed silent, your eyes still in contact with your sister, and as you rewind your memories and what your mind had been filled with these days, the shade of crimson started to flood your cheeks.

"I know she's wonderful and I encourage you to go for it, but at this moment, I'm not going to change what I said, so it is still fuck the Black Widow."

She told you, before slumping onto the bed and turning off the lights, pulling the covers up to her chin.

While you on the other hand, don't feel so sleepy anymore, and remembering what your sister said, you decided to go for it.

So here you are at midnight, feet shuffling against the smooth wooden floor, on your way to a certain spy's room.

Stopping in front of the door, you got ready to knock, but ended up backing off hesitantly before your knuckles could barely touch the door.

Taking a deep breath, you start to build up your courage again, but just as you were about to knock for the second time, a muffled voice from the other side of the door interrupted you.

"I know you're there (y/n), the door is unlocked, you can come in."

The redhead said, a slight hint of chuckle in her voice, her sound itself is already making you blush, even though you did think it was a teeny bit scary that she immediately knew it was you. Just a teeny bit.

Gently pushing the door open, you peered through the doorway only to see her laying on her bed with a book in hand, a gentle smile displayed on her face.

"Hey"

You hide more of your face behind the door, afraid to show her the immense blush that has now ruled over your face.

That's how much effect Natasha has on you, she can make you turn into goop just with a plain one word greeting.

And that smile does things to you, it brings rainbows to your world, makes the flowers in your gardens bloom, not that there's a garden in the compound, but let's just say it's the garden in your mind.

"Hi"

You shyly come out of your hiding place, carefully closing the door behind you.

"So, care to tell me why you're here?"

Closing her book, she placed it on the little table beside her, before lifting the covers up, inviting you to get into bed with her, to which you hesitantly do, slightly keeping your distance from Natasha.

"Why are you so distant? We've known each other for 3 years now (y/n), you know what, c'mere."

A pair of slender arms wrapped around your waist, and the next thing you know you had been pulled into her chest. And her wearing a tank top isn't helping at all, as her cleavage is right in front of your face, which probably the same color as Natasha's hair as of now.

"Enjoying what you see?"

Your head shoot up to look at her, only to see a teasing smirk on her face, making you look away, shaking your head vigorously.

"Oh so you don't like them then?"

"I didn't say that!"

You exclaimed, way too loudly might I add, earning another smirk from the girl in front of you, she seems to be enjoying every second of this.

"I-I mean, u-um, I m-mean they're really pretty but I don't mean it that way, I swear I'm not a pervert....."

Your voice quieted down to a whisper as you nervously pull and fiddle around, eyes wandering. Trying to look at anything but the gorgeous woman in front of you.

"You're so fun to tease, Wanda must have had a lot of fun with you for years now"

And so you lay there in her arms, listening to her as she read to you. But you were in your own little world, all you could focus on was Natasha's raspy yet calming voice, which will forever be your favorite voice to listen to.

Looking up, your line of sight land on the redhead's extraordinary features, the way her long eyelashes flutter as she blink, the way those emerald eyes shift from left to right while scanning the words on the book, and the way those pink plump lips move, making various shapes as they recite the words.

Curse them for looking so glossy and kissable, and curse her for being so goddamn breathtakingly beautiful.

"Didn't momma teach you that it's not nice to stare?"

You don't exactly care at this point, your brain had registered that the woman in front of you is actually a fallen angel from the skies above, and you are head over heels in love with her.

"But you're so gorgeous Tasha, how could I not?"

The way you said it sounds so dreamy and full of love, and so very stable, that it had taken Natasha aback. Your sudden burst of courage surprised her, but she decided to test you further.

"Oh really? Did you know that you're very exquisite yourself?"

"But what am I compared to you? You're literally the spawn of apphrodite herself. And yet they expect me to not fall in love with you....."

You whispered the last part out to yourself, but Natasha isn't called a super spy for nothing, which means she has very clear hearing, though not as super as Steve's hearing, but still amazing neverthless.

"So someone's in love with me huh?"

That one snapped you out of it, your eyes blinking twice in confusion before your mind started registering what you had just spoiled.

Your reflexes took over and immediately tried to get you out of there, your arms and legs move around trying to push the older away from you so you could escape from her hold.

But unfortunately the woman's got a death grip, no matter how hard you wriggle around, she would not let you go.

The tears of embarrassment started to flow down you face, you didn't want to do it so quick, you wanted to do it later, at least when you are completely ready fo her to know.

A thumb and forefinger gently took hold of your chin, slowly guiding your face to look at the woman in front of you.

"I'm sorry, I understand if you don't like me back."

You sniffled, your teary eyes looked into hers, waiting for her to comfirm the rejection.

But instead you felt her hands cup your face, softly brushing away the tear tracks on your cheeks. And she stared at you silently, drinking in every feature of your face, she found the fact that you thought she didn't like you back quite amusing, as she had sent you countless hints since many mnay months ago, she didn't think that you'd be so oblivious.

"Tasha? Can you please......Say something?"

The silence was slowly killing you, you needed her to say something, to say no, to reject you, to shout at you, anything, just anything but this gut wrenching silence.

Instead of getting an answer, a pair of plump wet lips pressed themselves against yours. Your mind screamed internally and your heart felt like it was beating hundreds of miles per hour.

But when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, you calmed down and finally let yourself relax, your eyes slowly slipped close and you hands shyly placed themselves on her shoulder.

You were on cloud nine, you finally knew what the true meaning of pure bliss was, and it was the feeling of a certain redheaded beauty's sugar sweet lips moving against yours.

When you both pulled away, Natasha brushed a stray stand of your (H/C) hair away from your face, a loving smile on her face.

"(Y/n) you really should learn how to read hints when people throw them at you."

You both laughed together for a while, rolling around in each other's arms, which then turned into a tickle fight that is nearly I'm possible for you to win.

"You're not escaping me!"

Natasha's fingers continued to run up and down your sides as you lept on laughing, you were literally wheezing at this point.

"OKAY I GIVE UP! I give up....."

You panted in exhaustion, not wanting to take any more tickles. And she sat there on top of you, chuckling at her own victory, but she didn't expect to be flipped over and pinned onto the bed herself, getting the same treatment that she gave.

You laughed along with her as you ran you fingers up and down her sides, tickling her for a while more, just to hear more of that raspy laugh that make the butterflies in your stomach flutter around crazily.

After a while you finally stopped, moving to straddle her and slowly laying down onto her chest, now claiming it as your private pillow, your arms wrapping themselves around her torso.

Her fingers start to play around with your hair, sometimes gently twirling with thin locks, sometimes giving you head scratches , but your favorite is when she run her fingers through your hair, gently raking your scalp, making you release a breath you didn't know you had been holding.

"Does Wanda approve of this? I think she's really upset with me."

"She was the one who gave me the pep talk to go after you, otherwise I wouldn't have come to your room tonight."

Natasha smiled in relief, glad that Wanda trusted (y/n) in her care.

"Oh! That reminds me!"

Natasha looked at you, giving out a questioning hum.

"Wanda told me to do this thing but I didn't know what it meant or how to do it, so I though I'd ask you, since it involves you anyway."

Natasha nodded, silently asking you to continue.

"She said 'Fuck the Black Widow', how do I do that?"

The redhead choked on her own spit when she heard your question, did you really just ask her that?

"Sweetheart I don't know if I should tell you that one-"

"I mean I'm never good at making decisions or doing things, and Wanda's decision is usually always best for me to follow..."

As you continued to ramble, Natasha was getting flustered, but you just keep on asking and asking, and she knew at that moment that your face is impossible to resist, that darn beautiful face of yours will be the death of her one day.

And so despite her mind warning and shouting at her, she obliged to you.

"Okay fine, but are you sure?"

You give her a hard nod, still persistent.

"Tell me if you want me to stop okay?"

You nodded, a bright smile on your face, but that's soon replaced with a confused expression when you saw her moving your hair away from your shoulder (a/n: if you have long hair, if not then ignore that part).

"Tasha, what are you--eekh!"

You let out a surprised squeak when you feel her lips move on the side of your neck, slowly kissing and sucking on the soft skin, her tongue gliding over the spot once in a while.

"T-Tasha"

You can literally feel yourself melting against her lips, blush adorned you cheeks as your hands hold onto her shoulders. Without the support, you would probably be an actual melted lump of butter on the floor.

A whimper escapes when those soft lips slowly kissed up to your jawline, slowly trailing upwards to suck on your ear.

"Do you want me to continue?"

You can only nod breathlessly as an answer.

In conclusion, no one got very much sleep that night.

The next morning everyone sat at the kitchen island, bags under their eyes, and young Peter is clearly traumatized.

"Good morning everyone!"

You joyfully screeched as you skipped down the stairs, back to your usual cheery self, only to be met by a dozen pairs of tired eyes.

"Are you guys....Okay?"

Wanda was the first to speak up.

"Is that Natasha's shirt?"

You looked down on what you're wearing, and nodded at her with a bright smile,

"Yea! It's really comfy, so I figured I'd borrow it!"

Sam was there staring at you with an 'Is she serious' look.

"And what's that there on your neck and collarbone?"

Clint asked, as a joke to tease you, he expected you to blush and run away but instead you looked at him confused, before walking to the closest mirror to look at your reflection.

"WHA- WHY ARE THERE BLACK MARKS ON MY SKIN! TASHA WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!"

Natasha came down the stairs in your shirt and a pair of sweatpants to find you panicking over the marks on your skin. She watched as you stood by the sink, trying to rub the dark bruises off, but they of course, wouldn't, in your own words, 'BUZZ OFF'.

"(y/n), (y/n) calm down, love, they're just hickies"

You looked at her confused, you had never heard of that word before.

"It's what happens when I suck on your neck like last night"

The redhead explained casually, ignoring all the blushing faces and open Jaws by the kitchen island, and you nodded your head, signaling you understand.

You then sat beside Wanda and excitedly shook her arm.

"Hey guess what! I did like you told me to!"

"Wait....What did I tell you to do?"

"You said to fuck the Black widow?"

Everyone around the kitchen island roared into laughter, Bruce spit his juice out. And poor Steve and Peter, those two are looking like ripe tomatoes.

"Why is everyone laughing?"

"So we all know that (y/n) got it last night"

Tony remarked,

"(Y/n), I didn't mean literally! But I guess I'm also happy for you, *whispers* maybe you can convince Nat to let me go on a solo mission"

Wanda winked at you, making you giggle.

"Y'all better not tease her anymore cause only I get to do that"

Nat chuckled, wrapping her arms around your shoulders, and placing a kiss onto your temmple.

"You really gotta say that Nat?"

Steve shook his head, his hands covering poor Peter's ears.

"Did you like last night though (y/n)?"

Wanda asked, earning a bright smile and nod from you as you turned around to wrap your arms around your girlfriend's waist, snuggling your face into her stomach like a little child.

"It was wonderful"

Natasha smiled at your answer, and she placed a kiss onto your forehead.

Everything worked out in the end, and everyone was happy for the both of you.

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#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #callicreations

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Idia Shroud Lab Coat Personal Story: Part 1

"It's all about aesthetics."

Part 1 (Part 2)

[Ignihyde Dorm – Idia's Room]

Ortho: Hey, Nii-san. Since it's Saturday and we have the day off, let's play together～

Idia: Sorry, Ortho. I already have plans with my online friend "Crimson Muscle" today.

Idia: After this little breather, I need to get right back to my game. Can we play tomorrow instead?

Ortho: That's totally fine, but… A game? Even though you're wearing your lab wear?

Idia: Eh? …Oh, you mean why I’m wearing this?

Idia: It's got a ton of pockets for me to stick my smartphone and remotes in, so it's pretty convenient.

Idia: Also, it's fine if it gets dirty, so even if I spill a drink on it in the middle of my game, it's OK.

Ortho: I don't really think it's OK at all, though…

Idia: Fufufu… But anyway, there is another reason I'm wearing this.

Idia: I swapped the lens in my goggles to something that'll protect my eyes from blue light.

Idia: This way, even if I'm staring at the display for long hours, my eyes won't get tired.

Ortho: Eh, when did you make that kind of mod?

Idia: This awesome eye-protection of mine will guard against more than just hazards and chemicals!

Ortho: I get the goggles, but what about your gloves? Aren't they just in the way?

Idia: Well, yeah, it's not like I'm wearing these gloves all the time.

Idia: It's just, sometimes my fingers get a bit cold when I'm holding the gamepad.

Ortho: I don't think using a pair of rubber gloves would really help in that regard.

Idia: It's all about aesthetics. Plus, this way the gamepad won't slip if my palms start to sweat.

Idia: And on top of all that…!

Idia: You listening, Ortho-kun? This is the most important part.

Ortho: Y-Yeah.

Idia: …Even if I'm wearing my pajamas, as long as I'm wearing my lab coat over it, no one would know!!

Ortho: That's what you mean by important!?

Idia: It's so practical, since no one can tell if I'm wearing proper clothing underneath. Fufufu… these lab coats are the best.

Idia: Maaan, tools like these that can be used in so many different practical ways is where it’s at! Gets me all excited.

Ortho: Sounds more like laziness to me, but… I suppose if you're happy with it, Nii-san…

Ortho: Ah, but… it's fine if you're only wearing that lab coat over your pajamas in your room. Don't go outside wearing it, okay?

Ortho: If a professor catches you, you'll get in trouble again.

Idia: Ah, yeah, yeah. They'd be like "Shroud, you need to keep in mind the time, place, and occasion."…

Idia: Trein-shi is really particular about things like that.

Ortho: Nii-san, you're the dorm leader, the guy in charge, so it would be bad if your decisions influence the other dorm students.

Idia: I'm deffo not the guy in charge. A dorm leader's nothing more than a glorified errand boy for the rest of the dorm.

Idia: And I don't think I have any kind of influence, anyway…

Idia: I doubt anyone would care what I went outside wearing, though.

Ortho: Even so… I don't want anyone to say anything bad about you.

Ortho: So, please make sure you're only wearing that lab coat during class or in your room, okay?

Idia: …Fine.

Idia: Oh, the rest of my party are back online. Guess it's time to get back to our quest～!

Ortho: Don't play too hard, okay?

Idia: …Aaahhh～～! Nice, we finally beat the boss… Man, this is the best kind of day off.

Idia: But now I'm feeling kinda hungry. …Oh, I see, 'cause it's almost 2 in the morning.

Idia: It's so late that Ortho's already in sleep mode, no wonder I'm hungry.

Idia: I think I'm good for one more game, so I'll take a quick break here.

Idia: Alright, it's the time we've all been waiting for, it's time for my Midnight Snack ♪ Today, I'll have…

Idia: …Ack, nothing!?

Idia: Oh, right, yesterday's game was crazy intense… So I ate it all then.

Idia: Auuugh～ That's right, I was going to express order online for some today, but I totally forgot… Damn.

[stomach growls]

Idia: … Yeah, I'm still hungry, though.

Idia: The only food being sold this late at night would be… The chocolate bars from the vending machines in the school store, huh.

Idia: That's… outside my room…

Idia: …I don't really like it, but I doubt anyone's still around this time of night. Yeah, it'll be fine.

Idia: Ortho said to not go outside wearin’ my lab coat, but as long as I don't run into anyone it'll be okay, so I'll just keep it on.

Idia: Besides, it'd be too troublesome to change now.

Idia: 'K, mission start. I'll do a quick re-supply and then dive back into the game!

Part 1 (Part 2)

Requested by Anonymous.

#twisted wonderland #twst #idia shroud #ortho shroud #twst idia #twst ortho #twst translation #mention: lilia #mention: trein

[arson-404]

This is inspired by @crystalcow with their RevivedWilbur and child reader story! Their stories are great, I suggest you check it out!

"Stay. . . please."

c!Technoblade and YoungerSibling!Gn!Reader

Warnings: death, murder, blood and descriptions of it

Genre: angst, platonic, brother-sibling

Fandom: Dream SMP

Enjoy! Remember to read @crystalcow 's fanfic! <33

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Lately, everything had been going to shit.

You'd been betrayed by countless people, whom you used to call 'friends', their excuses usually consisting of money, appearances, or power.

And, of course, talking to you would get in their way of acquiring fame and power, since you were Technoblade's sibling, and he didn't have such a great image, politically, so neither did you.

Simply because you both happened to share the same blood.

You hated that the fact you were his sibling was all it took for someone to dismiss you, leave you in the dust.

He didn't even really do anything wrong, in your point of view.

But, of course, everyone's world was in black and white.

To them, they're good. The heroes of this story.

And everyone who defied them or didn't share the same opinion?

They were evil.

You supposed that was why Technoblade was so hated.

He stood against their ideology.

You two shared almost the exact same views, although you wouldn't consider yourself an 'anarchist'.

You sighed, staring up at the sky, sitting in the cold, white snow.

It was almost midnight, the sky a deep black, with stars twinkling, and the moon acting somewhat like a stage light, but for the Earth.

You hummed, lost in thought, until you heard footsteps, the sound of shoes crunching the snow.

Quickly whipping your head around, you saw Technoblade, and instantly felt more at ease.

You thought it was an enemy or something, someone who betrayed you.

You've been on edge recently because of all those people.

The moon shined on you two, you slightly smiling.

"Why are you up?" He asked, softly.

"Ah... couldn't sleep, my brain decided to think for once."

He gave a sound of acknowledgment, and you turned your head back to the sky.

You could hear more sounds, him sitting down by you, probably looking at the sky, as well.

"Hey..." He spoke.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry." His monotone voice lowered, seemingly sad.

"For what..?" You turned to him, he was looking at the snow.

"Dragging you into everything, honestly. A lot of people have betrayed you, and that was the one thing I didn't want you to experience, since it's happened to me countless times. It's a horrid feeling..."

"...you're my brother. They're not. If they betrayed me because of the simple fact we're siblings, they were never my friend.

It was never meant to be."

That seemed to relax him a bit, and, something that barely anyone gets to experience besides you and Phil, happens.

He smiled, sincerely. "You know, you're the best sibling I could have, Y/n." He says, looking at you this time.

"And you're the best shithead I could have grown up with, Techno. I love you, big brother." You chuckle, standing up.

"Lo—" Before he could finish, you stumble a bit, eyes wide open in shock.

He called out for you, but you couldn't comprehend what he was saying.

You shake a bit, and look down at your chest.

There was an arrow, right there.

It wasn't a skeleton arrow.

Blood was covering your chest, and soon your stomach, as well.

Your mouth was also filling up with the crimson red liquid, you almost choking before you died of being shot.

Your vision was blurry, tears started forming, but you felt numb.

You guessed the realization of what happened didn't sink in, you were still in shock.

"Y/N!" He was holding you, putting pressure near your chest to help the bleeding, which was too late.

He didn't dare to pull it out, that would cause the bleeding to become worse.

A salty clear liquid dropped onto your forehead — he was crying.

You smiled weakly at him, before you lost consciousness.

"No... Y/N! PLEASE!"

He shook you, hoping for a reaction.

For you to grin and laugh, saying "I got you this time!"

But it never happened.

His hands gripped tighter on your arms.

"N/n, you nerd, you're not supposed to die. Stay... please."

That night, the white snow that surrounded you two became red, and his heart became as cold as the wind.

He will get revenge for you, even if he somehow dies in the process.

He will never forgive whoever did this.

#dsmp #dream smp #dreamsmp #technoblade #platonic #fanfiction #fanfic #siblings #fiction #angst #murder #c r y #crystal cow is literally so fucking talented read their stories holy shit #technobro #technoblade x reader #but platonic #not romantically

[twisted-crumpets]

The soft Vil and kissing headcanons I'm- 😭😭😭😭😭 Could I have headcanons for NRC having a ball and MC just walks up to Riddle, Azul, Vil, Idia and Malleus (seperately ofc) being like "I've decided that you're gonna be my date for the ball 😊". I know I picked like, the 5 worst characters for this, imagine the audacity and guts you gotta have to pull that on Vil and Malleus 😂

Pff MC strolling up with guts of steel

I- Imagine like slamming down a corsage or smth and being like “you, me dance a lil, get to know each other, maybe smooch idk” to Vil 😂😂

Also, thank you very much for liking my Vil headcanons, it made me smile.

━━ Riddle Rosehearts ━━

To say that Riddle wasn’t stressed out of his mind would be a complete and utter lie.

After spending a good chunk of his time dedicated to scolding Ace and chasing Floyd the poor crimson leader was staring at his watch, panicking as the seconds tick by.

Hearing soft footsteps, he whipped his head ready to berate whoever was dawdling in the dorms and not laying out the table for the upcoming unbirthday party, but froze upon the sight of his darling.

“Oh! Love, I’m sorry you have caught me at a bit of a bad time. What is the reason for your visit?”

He was not at all prepared for his darling to demand his presence at the school ball and couldn’t help but splutter as his face slowly began to turn into a shade that could rival his hair.

“I- you... do you have any sense of decorum or poise?”

Ignoring the blush smeared across his cheeks, Riddle began to criticise the “invitation” and how it did not comply with the rules of the queen of hearts.

However, he soon quietened down when his love teasingly asked if that meant he was rejecting them, reducing the strict dorm leader into a flustered mess.

“That most certainly was not a no!... I just, I believed that we were automatically going to arrive together... I didn’t expect to be asked so abruptly.... I... let me try this again.”

Clearing his throat, Riddle knelt onto the ground, surprising the dorm members who were slowly filing into the room, sweetly holding onto his dearest’s hand.

“Darling, it would be the upmost honour of the highest degree to accompany you to the ball.”

Laying a kiss onto the back of their hand, he couldn’t hide the smirk beginning to grow onto his face as he amusedly watched their face grow as brightly as his own.

━━ Azul Ashengrotto ━━

Due to the rise in contracts during the exam season, Azul’s paperwork began to increase as well and the poor octopus could already feel every part of his back creak in protest everytime he leant down.

Opening the heavy door to his study, his darling was not surprised that he barely even looked their way before pressing his nose against his documents, scanning their contents tiredly.

Attempting to gain his focus, his darling decided to demand that he join them at the ball.

His response was lacklustre at best, not even taking his eyes off his his work to reply.

“Hm? Ah yes, of course my treasure.”

Suddenly, his quill paused in its journey across his contracts and he froze, dropping it against the pristine desk.

At first, his response was “hmmm? Ah yes of course, my treasure.”

That was until, the demand finally processed in his mind, then he just stood wide eyed and froze, dropping his quill.

He gasped at his darling, his azure eyes getting increasingly smaller in shock.

After a few minutes, his darling was finally able to call his name through their giggles, and he snapped back to life.

“Oh my angelfish~ what a tempting command. But, I can only make wishes come true if they are a request.”

Smiling coyly, he observed his darling floundering for the proper words to ask him.

Crooking a gloved finger, he beckoned them closer, mischief practically glowing in his eyes, and gently pulled them into a slow kiss.

“That is a deal I could simply not turn down. Alright, I will gladly join you, my pearl.”

━━ Vil Shoenheit ━━

As a deep lover of all things intricate and organised, this was nothing short of messy.

Fabrics ranging in colour, texture and pattern covered every inch of his room, and Vil was extremely critical of which would be worthy to be used to decorate the dorm room.

He revelled the peaceful silence that lingered in the room, which demanded complete and utter focus, until his darling came barrelling into the room.

“Ah! Fairest no! You could’ve sullied the fabrics... whatever possessed you to come stumbling in like an elephant better be of high importance.”

Returning to his work, he did not expect shaky warm hands to cup his face, and he slowly moved his gaze to their face, observing the rosey flush due to their exercise prior.

In a shocked trance, Vil watched as his darling bolted from the room, after loudly proclaiming that he was coming with her to the ball.

Snapping his manicured fingers, his poor love was dragged like a sack of potatoes over the shoulder of his loyal huntsman, who overheard the events that unfolded with a wide grin.

“My dear, whilst your confession was executed rather... uniquely, I believe I must be the one to give an answer on whether or not I shall attend with you.”

With a cat-like smile, he basked in the nervous gaze of his darling which bounced around the room, whilst he pretended to find his nails exceedingly interesting, before finally accepting with sophisticated air.

Striding up to his darling briskly to tenderly cradle their face, peppering sweet kisses and giggling at the look of bewilderment and shock that graced their face.

━━ Idia Shroud ━━

Finding Idia furiously slamming his fingers into his keyboard, fully enamoured with the happenings on his computer, was not new.

Observing his hunched and focused figure, his darling decided that it was due time for him to take a break and attempted to tear his eyes away from the harsh glare of the screen.

“Oh pixel, I promise I will stop right after this round don’t worry.”

Unfortunately, he couldn’t even press a single key when he heard his lover announce that he would be attended the ball alongside them.

Turning a blind eye to the blatant ‘game over’ on his monitor, Idia’s hair began to burn a vibrant assortment of deep reds and he muttered incomprehensible half sentences, his current state akin to a phone after being dropped into a pool.

“You... me... public... together... d..dancing..”

Like a mouse, he burrowed his way inside the cozy depths of his hoodie, squeaking out his agreement, before flinging his arms around their middle and smooshing his face into their stomach in an attempt to distract them from his vermillion hair and face.

“.. I would love that very much thank you.”

 ━━ Malleus Draconia ━━

For Malleus, midnight strolls are the highlight of his day.

From exploring the picturesque ruins of castles he might’ve known once upon a time, to marvelling at the loyal gargoyles that remain standing guard at the entrance, that frequently remind him of the two guards of his back at his dorm.

Although, he couldn’t deny that, the main reason for his enjoyment in his nightly activities was when doing so with his truest love.

On this day, instead of the usual lighthearted air between them, a nervous yet determined one replaced it, filling the horned boy with curiousity, which grew as he gazed deeply into the eyes of his love, who appeared to be summoning every ounce of courage to look back into his.

“Truest, what is ailing you?”

Nothing could quite prepare him for the explosive torrent of words that spilled from their lips that took his brain a whole series of seconds to decipher.

When it finally clicked that he had received that invitation, no one could’ve possibly smiled brighter or laughed merrier than he, as he whisked his beloved into his arms, pressing his lips against theirs passionately.

Pulling away, his chest rumbling with laughter, he cheekily beamed at the dumbfounded expression that graced his love’s features.

“My my, inviting me so suddenly, and with such a demanding tone too. Why this is an interesting declaration, and I would be a fool to not accept. Very well my truest, I accept. You best do well to not be late, I am looking forward to this.”

I’m so sorry this took so long, school said no❤️

I hope you enjoyed your meal!

#brain frying #twisted wonderland #twst #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #vil shoenheit #vil shoenheit x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #g/n reader