#is the vast mini fic I ever made

[ichangedmycornyahhname]

Aged up!Ao'nung x Metkayina!Reader

Warnings: Nsfw ahead | A bit of angst I guess? | Ao'nung cheating 💔 but not on Y/N lol. | Cunnilingus, choking, etc. (This isn't proofread at all y'all so.)

Summary: Reader has always had an on and off thing with Ao'nung, however with him now being in a relationship she decided to back off. Of course, when Ao'nung comes to her asking for relationship advice, how could she ever decline? (Y'all this is a mini fic, and my first. So bare with me).

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Y/n's always had a thing for Ao'nung, that was the truth plain and simple. However, no matter how hard she tried to get the man to notice her, he never seemed to care. This was further amplified once he met Zilíey, a young hunter. While she had to admit the girl was beautiful, she couldn't help but wish the two of them would trade places. This longing for him wasn't getting her anywhere, so, she did the next best thing. Found a distraction.

Weaving with her mother was the next best thing. It took her mind off of the young Metkayina warrior, and gave her new fashions to try out. Gently thread the cloth together, humming quietly as she fiddled with a new design. Her mother sat across from her, her much more skilled hands working more efficiently. Today seemed quiet, uneventful. The sun glared through the curtains of her home, lighting up her work area and allowing for better visuals.

"You're getting better at that." Her mother spoke, a proud smile on her face.

Y/N could only chuckle in response, rolling her eyes at her mother's sudden praise. Though she did appreciate her examination of her work. "I did learn from the best" Y/N complimented, returning her mother's smile with one of her own. The two continued to converse until-

"Y/N? I need to talk to you. Please.."

The young woman's ears perked up at the sound of her name, and a familiar voice. Well, almost familiar. She almost couldn't tell it was Ao'nung because of the scratchiness of it. Her stomach flipped, her eyes flickering to her mother and back to the man. Her mother only nodded, waving Y/N away in dismissal.

With a 'hup', Y/N stood from her small cushion, now stumbling over to her pleading friend. "Ao'nung what's the matter?" The woman muttered, as she took in his appearance. He looked tired, and stressed. Unlike his usual snark and sass. The man sighed, leaning forward to allow his head to fall onto her shoulder. "Zilíey..she's stressing me the hell out. She knows I'm no good with this romance stuff. You gotta help me out." He turned his head enough to catch a glimpse of Y/Ns face, taking in her big eyes and familiar na'vi features. He could tell she was thinking, though he wasn't sure what about.

"Well, maybe try holding her hand. Or kisses. Maybe a gift." She listed as she gently pushed his head from her shoulder. It felt wrong, like she was crossing a line that shouldn't be crossed. Yet she loved it, burned for it. Just to have him hardly touch her made her knees buckle with anticipation. "What exactly is she wanting?" Ao'nung thought for a moment, pondering on your question before finally coming out with it. "Okay, well. She likes shells. Colorful ones."

"Great, then we'll start there. Let's head to the beach." Though not as enthusiastic, Y/N held a smile. Ao'nung agreed with, and soon they made their way down to the beach. Shells always washed up on shore, coating the sand with vast colors. She picked at the shells, digging and searching for the perfect one. And trying her best to distract herself from the boy near her. Ao'nung watched closely from over her shoulder, his breath grazing her skin. She almost shivered at the feeling, her self control beginning to fall to shambles. Only him. Only he did this to her. She glanced over her shoulder, curiosity getting the best of her. It was truly a mistake. Their eyes froze, glued to one another as the sun beat down on their blue skin. His eyes shimmered in the light, hues of green and blue blending like the sea.

She carefully analyzed his features, her eyes fluttering along his face. It would seem he was doing the same as his eyes flickered down to your lips for only a milisecond. But a milisecond was enough for you to notice. Flustered, you attempted to stand, a random shell in hand as you did. "How about this hm? It has a pretty blue color." She stumbled over her words, hesitating with every flip of her tongue. Ao'nung didn't say anything. He simply gazed up at her from below, kneeling in front of her with a grin. His expression was odd, her familiar as if he was planning something devious. And that was exactly what he was doing. The man slowly stood, towering over her as his body barely grazed over her own. His thighs brushed up against hers, tickling her bare skin as he gazed into her eyes.

"You're such a generous person Y/N, never seeming to leave a person in need." He chimed, his face nearing her own. His nose brushed against hers, his breaths of sea salt fanning her face. Her breath hitched in her throat as she clutched at the shell within her hand. Her stomach churned with desire as Ao'nung teased at her, his hands gliding along the lengths of her arms. "It's been so long Y/N, I know you've missed this. Me. Us." He muttered as he leaned a bit closer. His lips were close enough to feel, but not quite kiss. They felt soft against her own, soft and searing. Searing with an indescribable lust.

"Ao, you know we can't..if someone sees.." She couldn't get the words out. Not when his hands glided along her waist, smoothing over her skin and bringing her body against his own. She couldn't believe it. He was really doing this now? In a relationship. She trembled, hesitant, nervous. Ao'nung on the other hand was rearing to go. "Then no one will see love." He spoke before his lips pressed against her, drawing her in like a bee to honey. Suddenly her self control went down the drain. Her hands found their way into his hair, grasping at anything she could as the two pressed against one another. The kiss grew heated, tongues gliding along one another as their need grew.

"Ao..please." Y/N muttered as his hands fell to her behind. He gave a light squeeze and she jumped, her legs wrapping around his waist. Slowly his hands trailed to her mid thigh, keeping her steady as he parted from the kiss. "Please what pretty girl? Heh, I knew you missed me." He pressed his lips back against hers, a light groan leaving his mouth. As the heat grew, so did her arousal. She found herself rutting against the bulge beneath his loincloth. She whined into the kiss, desperate for more as he slowly turned and placed her onto the warm sand.

"Fuck..quit looking at me like that." He muttered as he gazed down at her. While Y/N had no clue how she looked, she assumed by his reaction it was enough to make him burst. Ao'nung groaned as he peppered kisses and bites along her neck and so on. He continued until finally he arrived at her pretty little loincloth. He glanced up through his lashes, grinning. "A new design of yours love? Hmm.." Just as she was about to answer, she felt a finger graze her slit. Eywa she hated him. Why did he have to be such a tease all of the time. "Ugh..if I would've known you were just go-ugh..gonna tease me..I would've done it myself.." Y/N hissed as he continued to rub at her slit through the cloth. Ao'nung only chuckled in response before pulling the cloth down at revealing your pretty pussy to him. He could only hum as he gazed down at it. "Just as pretty as always.." He muffled as he placed kisses along her thigh. Slowly he made his way to her heat, dipping his head down to gently lick the clit. She groaned, her eyes shutting as she allowed him to have his fun. Ao'nung continued this licking motion until her got bored, eventually bringing a finger or two in to play. His thick fingers curled within her, searching for that lonely spongy spot she loved of so much. As soon as he pressed against it a loud moaned echoed from her lips.

"Fuck! Ao'nung please..." He gently pinched her thigh at the pleas, only shaking his head as she jolted. "You're gonna cum first..got it? Now keep your legs spread." Y/N didn't bother arguing. Instead she allowed pleasure to overcome her, the woman's head falling back as he continued to work his magic. The combination of his tongue and fingers was a deadly one. She could already feel her orgasm arising. Of course, that was the plan. Ao'nung wanted to, no needed to see her cum. To see her pretty face curl up in pleasure as he fucked her through her high. Which he did. Y/N grasped as his hair, her head falling back as her thighs squeezed around his head. "Fuck..ao...s'too much please..." She whimpered as he continued to finger her. The way her nose scrunched was adorable to him, along with your thighs shaking around his soaked face. It was enough to keep a man going.

Eventually he halted his movements, removing his cum soaked fingers and licking the juices from them. They were almost as good as the source. He got onto his knees, kneeling in front of her as he pressed her legs to her body. "Ready love? Because I sure as hell am." He grunted as he allowed the tip of his swollen cock to grind against her just as swollen clit. Y/N only moaned in response, the overstimulation beginning to become too much. "Please ao...stop teasing!" She groaned, only to be interrupted by his cock slowly sliding into her soaked pussy. Suddenly she felt plump and full, the head of his cock brushing up against just the right spots.

"Fuck I almost forgot how tight you were pretty girl..you okay to keep going right?" Y/N nodded in response. Though Ao'nung was not satisfied with this answer. His hand slid up, grasping lightly at her throat. "I'm gonna ask you again. Are you okay to keep going?" He asked as he leaned closer, his eyes focusing in on her pretty face. "Yes yes, Eywa please just fuck me already Ao!" She grumbled before he began to thrust into her. Her walls feel warm and gummy around him, pulling him in with each thrust. He almost came right then and there. Huffs and puffs left him as he leaned back in for another kiss, this one being sloppier than the last. It was just like he remembered. Y/N had him completely pussy whipped, at the mercy of her and her only. He allowed his free hand to trail along her body, exploring her pretty figure as he sloppy thrusts began to speed up.

She could feel him tighten around him, sucking him in greedily as his hand slowly found its way to her already swollen clit. Eywa he loved her pretty little clit. The way it throbbed after his teased and teased her, until finally she burst all over. "Ungh..Your my pretty girl..all mine. My number one, don't forget that..." He muttered as both their highs neared. Just as Y/N was reaching her breaking point Ao'nung switched positions. He turned her onto all fours, slowly sliding his dick back in and continuing with the same quickened pace. His dick began to throb as the slapping of skin against skin began to ring out. "Eywa...cum for me pretty girl.." How could she not? With a groan she reached down, her fingers beginning to rub at her clit. It was coming, it was right there. Right at its peak, and Ao'nung could tell. He groaned as he placed a smack to her ass. The sudden impact caused her orgasm to shoot through her, leaving her writhing in pleasure as Ao'nung followed soon after. He pulled out at the last second, cum shooting out in spurts onto Y/N's pretty ass. Fuck he loved her ass. And her. Her especially. He sighed, low pants leaving him as he leaned down to place kisses along her shoulder blades.

The moment was peaceful and perfect, just as he had hoped for. Just as he had longed for. Until..

"Ao'nung?"

#aonung #avatar smut #aonung smut #avatar the way of water

[cosmic-kaden]

Mini drabble - waking next to him.

ships: Ben Solo x Kaden Reese

words: 566

Notes: I just had the best dream ever and I needed to make it a mini fic because my heart is so full. I feel like crying right now in a good way!

cw: none just pure fluff.

Banner made by @/cafekitsune

In the quiet of the ship's quarters, where the only light came from the soft glow of the control panels, Kaden laid awake. The universe outside was a silent, endless void, but inside, the world felt small and surprisingly warm. They shared the space with Ben, who seemed to be lost in the peaceful embrace of sleep. His features were relaxed, the usual intensity that danced in his eyes now smoothed over by dreams.

Kaden couldn't help but admire him in these quiet moments. The gentle rise and fall of his chest, the way his hair fell messily over his forehead, the softness of his lips slightly parted. It was a rare sight to see him so unguarded, so serene. They couldn't help the feeling that washed over them, Kaden reached out, their fingers brushing back the stray locks of hair from his face in a feather like touch, before moving to trace the line of the scar on his face, ever so gently as to not disturb him from his slumber.

They marveled at how peaceful he looked, how the harsh lines of his face softened in sleep, making him appear unburdened by the weight he carried when awake.

As if drawn by the touch, Ben's eyelids fluttered open, revealing those deep beautiful eyes that seemed to hold entire galaxies within them. A playful smile tugged at his lips, breaking the silence that had filled the quarters. "It's rude to stare, you know." he teased, his voice low and warm, laced with amusement.

Kaden felt a flush of warmth spread across their cheeks, caught in the act.

The flush to Kaden's cheeks did not go unnoticed by Ben and he smiled a little wider, revealing a cute little dimple on the side of his cheek.

"I couldn't help it," they admitted, their voice a whisper in the quiet ship. "You just…look so beautiful…..and peaceful."

The softness that greeted this confession seemed to pull them closer, the space between them charged with an unspoken affection. Ben's hand found Kaden's, their fingers intertwining with an ease that spoke of familiarity, of countless moments shared just like this one.

"Well…" Ben murmured, shifting to close the distance between them, "Since you're so fond of staring… maybe I should get a better look at you too." His tone was playful, but beneath it lay an undercurrent of something deeper, something that made Kaden's heart beat a little faster.

The world outside the ship, with its star-studded darkness, faded away as they drew closer. What mattered was here and now—the warmth of Ben's body against theirs, the gentle pressure of his lips and the quiet sound of their shared breaths. The kiss was soft, a tender exploration that spoke volumes, a promise of unwavering connection no matter where they found themselves in the universe.

In the dim light of the ship, with no sun to mark the day, time seemed irrelevant. They lingered in each other's arms, content in the silence that followed. The kiss turned into cuddles, their bodies entwined as they sought the warmth and comfort of each other's presence. It was a rare moment of peace—a moment Kaden knew they would cherish, a memory to hold onto in the times when the universe seemed too vast and cold.

Here, in the quiet they found solace in each other's arms, a reminder that no matter how far they traveled or what challenges lay ahead, they had found a home within each other.

If you're not a self shipper I kindly ask you dni with this post <3 i have anxiety lol

#I'm sorry I literally cannot shut up about this man. I love him so intensely and with all of my heart and soul <3 #You had me under spell right from the start; #my writing;

[liquorisce]

it’s been so long since i’ve hung out here. i miss my anonymous friends, i hope u guys are well and thriving!

since this is still my writing blog, i figured i would write here about my writing and what i’m working on, and what i’m not working on.

i recently posted boy next door, which i am actually really in love with, and have completed 75% of, so for the first time ever i have SOME confidence in finishing it. i feel like it is the type of story that is so natural that there will never really be a perfect conclusion. But some meaningfully literary conclusion is plausible, lol, so i will attempt it. i am also really floored by the comments I’ve received. they’ve been really encouraging and kind, and some felt like I was being congratulated by a group of peers who have grown with me and seen changes in my writing style that i thought no one apart from me would ever notice or care about. in that way, fandom is kind of amazing because it feels like we are all in some sort of cohort together, and even in this vast space of chaos I have found some friends, and some kind souls who I can chat with in corridors, who peep in occasionally and see what I’m doing and encourage me positively in a personal manner. I am able to return this to others too. That’s pretty cool.

i had a tough situation with my health, or rather my inability to handle my health problems in an adult manner, but after many weeks of deleting social media apps and forceful grass-touching (extensive physiotherapy), i am trying to visit the online areas of my life again in moderate frequencies, because this is where I get to feel like a writer. I do not get to feel like a writer in my 40h a week IT consultancy job LOL. There are no artists for miles, unfortunately and it feels like I’m going insane sometimes, being around normies. (jk, maybe… not)

people have asked if i’m giving up on idily and i’m really not, the next chapter is just a tricky one, so it’s taking a while. We are now moving into a really plot-heavy part of the story, which is definitely new territory for me as far as my skills are concerned, so I’m doing a lot of writing ideas and staring at unmoving pages etc. It’s fine, I’m not despairing, as long as I’m still in love with the general story we’ll get somewhere. I will post chap 10 after I have written Chap 11 as well I’m thinking, so that I can be a bit more certain of how we’re moving with this story. Either way, expect rewrites and detail revisions bc I’m unreliable.

Darling - which is largely just a personal project that I envision in the shape of Ymir and Historia (and Rod Reiss) - will also resume. The way Darling gets updated is like so: it feels like a fever dream of craziness, all tinted red and then I get desperate and open my gdocs and blurt out some melodramatic shit. It’s an interesting process and maybe I can make it work bc the whole point is that the story is told through the form of “love letters” from an unreliable narrator. It’s fun, and kind of crazy, and I hope I can finish it this year.

as the life of a fic writer is constantly burdened by wips, i decided to try @/ betts’s method of triaging wips. (her writing advice is amazing, gospel). so realistically these are the three stories i will update this year (and hope foolishly to complete): Darling, IDILY & Boy Next Door. If I finish even one, I’m throwing a party fr. But I will try my best at all 3, regardless. Oh, and I’m participating in a KV Mini Bang (Trigun), so I will be posting an absolutely filthy one shot by the end of the year. But this means ALL other stories are either Rolled off to next year or abandoned. I will make another post about the specifics once I am done with the diagnosis part of the triage. But I feel kinda happy that I am limiting my scope to this for the year (it’s still a LOT, lol).

In terms of original writing: I have quite some ideas floating around… some have made it onto their own google docs, some are flowing via rewrites (bylb for example) and have made moderate progress, another is vaguely brewing in my mind in a way that makes me want to write a short story of it first and try to submit it somewhere first… or post it on ao3 lol, idk. but the idea is exciting: it is an indian sapphic love story which goes strong on the forbidden love themes (and infidelity). it’ll be the first time i’m writing something that is so close to my experience growing up, so i am curious to see how that turns out.

anyway, i’m going to try to do this more often, i.e, at least once more before the year ends :)

(if anyone is reading) see u next time!

#personal #decided to finally make use of this as a #writing blog

[flyfish1999]

oooh for the fic ask game: 11, 16, 27, 65? :3

tysm for the ask !!! ^_^ good luck with the numbers i gave you !

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

i may be biased towards this because it was a gift fic from one of my favourite authors + mutuals ^_^ but... Beheld Through the Lens of Love by Nail_gun is literally the only offputting ryomina fic i would ever need if i had to pick one ... trans ryomina is always a win ! --- my second pick is 100% Edge Detection by AcceleratedStall, which horrifically only has around 50 hits !!! everyone stop reading this post and go read that right now !!!!!!!!! THE fuuka fic of the season tbh .. go read their other p3 fics while you're at it too! their jin & minato fic Down In This Hole is totally the runner-up here i love it so much ! --- finally ... last but definitely not least ... a glittering house of cards by dirtbagtrashcat . any fic that delves into ryoji's state of mind during november and december has instantly captured my heart, and i am waiting with baited breath for the third chapter !! get up to date with this now and join my eternal suffering waiting ! ^_^

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

i haven't had much time to write recently .. not even for mochizuki monday T_T !!! so my list of wips and ideas is vast and currently abandoned .. [imagine a tumbleweed here ..] but i'm currently swaddling both a christmasy post-seal ryomina fic and a ken & ryoji brotherly (like in p3:twm ^_^) fic close to me .. maybe they'll come out one of these days !!! i hope .. >_<

27. What is your most and least favorite part of writing?

hmm .. i love writing little interactions .. little twitches of movement between dialogue ! even if the dialogue itself isn't the best .. it's important to me that the reader knows, say, the character twists his hands in his lap; his eyesight unfocuses; or how his fingers scrabble against the table - the kind of motions you don't usually think about ! but i always have so much trouble coming back to a fic to write more of it ... everything has to be done in 1-2 sessions or there's a 90% chance it'll never get posted >_< it's why i only post, like, 1500 word oneshots :P

65. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

i know i'm the persona 3 poster and persona 3 writer and persona 3 fan .. but i'm so excited for persona 3 reload to come out and supplement us with so many more scenes to build upon and twist into whatever we like ^_^ !! especially the new male mini-links ! shinjiro's gonna take minato out for a meal .. i'll make sure of it !!!! at least in my fic if not in the game @_@ ...

if you made it this far - thanx for reading <3 !!!

#sorry most of this is about ryoji and all of it is about persona 3 :P #but what do u expect !! (sonic voice) what you see is what you get; just a guy who loves [persona 3] :P #ty for the ask !!!! this was difficult but really fun to write ^_^

[meggie-stardust]

@bettertasting Thanks, doll! <3

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them? Ooh at least 3 that I'm not currently working on… I have the side stories for the Our Love series, one of which I’ve started already (the 2x3 fic which is more comedy/slice of life), and the other two (a 1x2 and a Wufei fic?!!!?!) have some notes on but haven't started yet... I’m also already thinking of another Steter fic that would be more of an assholes in love trope for @midmorning-bomb, but I only have the very tiniest of an idea so far.

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it. I've written a lot of stuff that I've been oddly proud of, but I think one of my all time favorites is towards the end of Stuck Between Stations:

He visualizes the radio, all of the wires, every tiny connection and knob and dial. He sinks into himself, picturing a vast series of networks, scattered and dotted like constellations, with the nexus here with him. He pushes his consciousness outwards, traveling down each copper line, tracing each path, searching for the right series of connections to break the barrier between there and here. He’s everything and nothing; both in this room and nowhere. And like the mountain ash, Stiles just pictures it; just imagines the radio working. He imagines being able to communicate with the outside world from wherever he really is. Stiles takes a deep breath, opens his eyes, and brings the radio up to his mouth.

This is one of the ideas I had going into this fic, knowing how I wanted to explain this canon scene in a way that actually makes sense. And I sort of unknowingly wrote in some foreshadowing that I discovered when I was editing this, that just made this work so well. And it just reads really well, giving this little piece of magic into the moment.

14. What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across? Probably anything to do with using "says/said" less or those lists of synonyms for common words that aren't really interchangeable because they change the meaning of what you're writing. I'm also someone who plays fast and loose with commas, and long sentences. My opinion is that grammar, in general, is supposed to help facilitate the understanding of what someone is trying to say, and as long as you can do that in your sentence, eff the traditional ways.

22. Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask is free to make suggestions).

Oh this is so hard because I don't feel like my writing style has change a ton?? Or maybe I'm too close to see it. I think the biggest change is that I generally write things in present tense now. But everything I have on AO3 still feels like my style, and there is no way I'm digging into the depths of the internet to find a GW or HP fic from the early 2000s to re-edit; those can stay lost to time.

So, I've been trying not to think a lot about my WIP It's Only Forever because a) I feel bad for not updating it in like 4 years, and b) it is thematically very similar to what I'm working on for the Steter Mini Bang, but it is an early example of my Steter fic, and something I probably would want to edit before I finish it someday. This is how I would update this scene from Chapter 2:

“Since you’re offering,” Peter says, retracting his claws and sitting down across from Stiles at the small kitchen table. He accepts the beer, sniffing it in an obvious way while Stiles watches, amusement plain on his face. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, Stiles. It’s just that I don’t trust you.”

“You shouldn’t trust me,” Stiles says, a wicked gleam in his eye. “I wouldn’t.”

Peter grins as Stiles lifts the beer bottle in a slight salute and then takes a swig. Peter follows suit.

“Like I said, you’ve always been smart,” he says again, setting his not-poisoned beer down. “So, let’s talk.”

Stiles spreads his arms as if to say “I’m an open book” and Peter skims the various runes and symbols that are tattooed across the otherwise pale skin. They are far more intricate and extensive than they had appeared under the streetlights the other night.  

“Don’t insult me,” he says, rolling his eyes. “You essentially volunteered to be our Emissary, despite the fact that we’ve heard not hide nor hare of you for seven years.”

Stiles shrugs.

#meg answers things #writing meme #meg writes fic

[catoscloves]

I am literally obsessed with your clato fic! I know you’re no longer as active within the clato fandom, but I couldn’t help but wonder how you plan or planned to complete the fic, sort the plot out. Again, your such a wonderful writer and I dearly appreciate your work.

this is literally such a nice compliment to give someone, thank you!!!!!!!!! ilysm for this tbh. and yeah i kinda stopped caring so much about clato after high school (even though clove always has a spot in my heart, my feral angry child), but i always keep wondering about that fic and whether i might ever truly finish it. i rarely finish any multichapter fic i start because it hits a dead end at some point lol, motivation is hard to find.

my plan for the fic was for cato and clove to decompress after the hunger games and then find a purpose or motivation outside of doing whatever an authority figure tells them to (which was what made them very static characters despite their vast potential, and at first largely disliked), and also to live a happy domestic life except with their own brand of violent and crazy :D i think they'd like one of those mountain vacation homes because district 2 is basically a mountain district, and there is a lot of fresh air/resources/space from civilization (given their leanings toward murder neither cato nor clove strikes me as a people person imo), and while weapons and combat in general is definitely going to remain a big part of their life (they were raised to be child soldiers during their formative years and sacrifice themselves for battle glory it's not just a mentality they could give up easily), i also think they could both create an aspect of their lifestyle that is nonviolent (basically something that's a healthy expression of their personalities that isn't....... murder alfjelfkdldjfjsk). what struck me about clove as a character even though she was a sidepiece with little to no characterization is that she could essentially be however i saw her, which is something i believed to be very cool, and i see her as someone who's volatile and insane and brutal and unkind and independent, stubborn and selfish and in private moments soft and vulnerable (or in public - like during the iconic singular clato scene in existence where she's on the verge of death and calls for him out of trust and fear). cato is violent and passionate as she is but she can also be clever and logical and levelheaded (cornucopia scene notwithstanding) which balances cato out and makes them the perfect murder team. their vicious and murderous mentalities complement each other and they'll come to realize that (after the initial conflict and angst because it hurts clove that he couldn't save her in time, and that hurts cato too, and they're both idiots who don't know how to process Feelings because a. teenagers and b. murderous upbringing). also they're not heroically battling against coin, not heroes at all, their primary concern is self preservation and each other (which surprises many of the Main Characters that pop up as meaningless side characters in my fic, to balance out the career tributes' lacking characterizations)

essentially think of them as a mini thg version of klayley if you've watched any tvdverse show (granted at the time i wrote the fic i don't think i had started watching tvd/the originals yet but klaus and hayley could totally be cato and clove in their fleshed out forms :D)

but regardless none of that really worked out and now one hastily worded chapter is now sitting on my ao3 untouched

#anonymous #anna answers

[keity-devil]

Original, this one was Not planed to be a ship fic, But, because I like the Destinyshipp, [and someone really enjoy my last one (@breathlessmorro, love you enjoy it.)], I edited and made it.

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Emo-Bom

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"Morro, come on." The Fire Master almost begged the Wind Master to come and train with him.

Kai didn't understand why he was doing this. For what? Anyway it was going to be a short workout- oh, that's why. He wants to end this. He might want to see Skylor later, maybe. But not Morro, who was looking at him unfriendly from the couch.

"I'm not going anywhere." Morro said sharply, sinking deeper into the soft cushions of the couch.

"Sensei said. His orders. Not mine."

Morro was silent. Kai knew why he didn't want to train, especially with him. He was afraid that the deed of the past would be repeated. Morro remembered the fire as it cornered him like a deer surrounded by the sharp fangs of ferocious dogs of prey, how the fierce hot fire grew around him, the sparks leaping like crazy in the air, his throat drying, his eyes it becomes a cold and gray waterfall, his body trembling, burning-

"Come on," Kai's voice brought him out of the gray memories. "I'm not going to use the fire on you. We're not going to use our powers for this training, okay?" Kai had reassured him in a calm tone, the same tone that calmed Lloyd after a nightmare.

Morro sighed heavily and annoyed. "Fine.." He said firmly and got up from his seat. He was sorry he was leaving the warm, soft place where he had sunk and made a small bed. He had a plan to take a nap there for the rest of the day, but it looks like the Universe has other plans for him this day. "Let's get this over with." Morro had passed Kai as he spoke, his hands beside him.

Kai looked back at Morro. When he first trained with him, alone, he used his firepower against him. When the fire completely surrounded Morro, he fell to the ground, trembling and breathing hard, very hard. He was actually panicking, he had gone into a panic attack, a big one. Then he saw him for the first time in a panic of pure fear, the first time he learned of his fear of fire. He knew water was, but the fire, he didn't expect it.

Kai and Morro had begun training with swords. None of them used their powers, as was their understanding. It was just the two of them. Zane, Jay, and Pixal had gone shopping for materials for the inventions and were going to make a short stop at Borg. Cole, Lloyd and Nya went shopping for food. And at the Monastery, Kai, Morro and Wu remained. Wu told Kai he was coming out in a few minutes.

Kai was about to fall due to Morro's hard blow, but he mobilized quickly. When Wu showed up, Morro changed, and Kai noticed that quickly. It wasn't that hard to see his facial expressions change, especially when it comes to the former ghost around Master Wu, otherwise it's hard to tell what he has or if something really bothers him.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked in a whisper.

"Yeah.. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Since Sensei came out, your mood has kind of changed. Not that you've had a good one before, so you know."

Morro tensed harder. "Doesn't matter." And with that, he had managed to tear him down with a sharp gust of wind and sword.

Kai fell on his back, letting out a squeal of pain. Morro was scared, he didn't want to be so harsh with him or use his powers. He let his emotions dominate him again.

"Easy!" Kai snapped at him.

"Sorry." He helps him get up. "I didn't want to use them, it was an accident."

Morro glanced at his former and current father. He saw that he did not take his eyes off the cup of hot tea, as the little steam rose, until you could no longer see its tip in the sky, which held his gently between his fingers.

"Talk to him." Kai said suddenly to the brunette's ears.

"What the?! No!" Morro raised his voice reluctantly.

"Yes! I can see that- "

"Kai, Morro." Wu's voice was calm. For Kai, he was calm, neutral, but for Morro, it was awful. "Training is over for today. For both of you. The rest of the day is free, you can do whatever you want."

Wu slowly rose from his seat, taking the cup of tea with him. Morro let out an annoyed sigh and threw himself on the floor when Wu was out of sight.

"I'm a huge disappointment..." He murmured, letting his hands fall on his lap and the hair in his face.

"What are you talking about?! You're not! You can't." He couldn't believe what he was hearing, especially from Morro's mouth. Kai did not consider Morro a person to give up at all. NOT AT ALL. He fight him. He had seen that special gleam in his eyes. Why would he give up now? Why? It didn't make sense.

"I am. You've seen it too, I'm a disappointment to him. I'll always be one." He didn't trust himself. Was scared. Frightened that he didn't live up to Wu's expectations, that he wasn't good enough to be his student and... son. That he's that little boy lost again with no purpose in the world.

Kai got angry. Yes, he doesn't trust him completely, but he can't stand to see him like that. He knows that Morro is good, he is good and talented. He is gorgeous even when he gets angry. And that smile or grin that made him jump out in the past, and now it was daylight and- What are you thinking about now?

He stood at his level, put a hand on his shoulder, and Morro raised his head.

"Listen here, Emo-Ghost-Boy.- "

"Emo-Ghost-Boy?!"

" -Sensei Wu doesn't think you're a disappointment. He's himself... your adoptive father! He wouldn't see his own son as a disappointment. He told you you weren't one in his eyes and soul, why not Does that get into your head once?"

Morro lowered his head again. "Every time I look into his eyes.. I remember his look from long ago. How they looked at me with disappointment and hope that I would be the Green Ninja.. his light... And.. I was fixed on it."

"You're fixed dumb."

"Tell me something I didn't already know, Cherry Bom.- "

"Cherry Bom?!"

" -Please." He said sarcastically, but he still felt bad.

"Hey," Kai had begun. "Let's.. find something to do. Something funny, relaxing. You're too tense and stressed. That doesn't do for you any good."

In Kai's eyes, Morro was always like that. He didn't think he'd ever seen him relax- Oh, yes. Once time. When he slept. Then he was calm, as if he had nothing, absolutely nothing sad on his soul. Too bad that wasn't true even when he was awake.

"There is no relaxation where I come from." Morro said, his eyes fixed on Kai's.

"Don't be like Lloyd with this! Come on." It helps him get up. "We're going to change, and we're going somewhere to waste time. What do you say?"

"I say I'm going crazy with you today." On the one hand, he liked what he heard. A break wouldn't hurt.

"To know." He put his hands on the back of his neck, turning his back on the brunette, and his steps toward the entrance to the Monastery. "I'll knock on your door in 15 minutes. I hope you'll be ready then."

Morro looked at him. He could feel his stomach empty. Some of Kai's words made him wonder if he was doing it on purpose or not, if he hated it or not. He runs past the Fire Master, knowing he won't be ready in 15 minutes. Kai chuckled when he saw his reaction.

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"Aaaand, where are you taking me??" Morro asked him lightly and curiously.

Morro hadn't been to town before, well, he was, but only with Lloyd or Jay. And that was for shopping. But to sit and admire the landscapes around him, no. This outing in the city seemed interesting to him. He was curious how it would be.

"Do you have a specific place in mind?"

"Not."

"Okay. Then stay calm, I can handle it."

The lights in the city captivated his eyes. The buildings were so big. Their architecture now was so different from when he was small. They were new, modified, modernized. It took Morro a while to get used to the technology, but with the help of Lloyd, Jay and Zane, he did it. He still had small question marks, but he was doing slowly. With small steps.

His dark green eyes, with a slight glint of light gray through them, saw something furry on all fours, stepping not so far away from them.

"Oh! A cat!!" Morro drew the cat quickly to him, beginning to stroke it when it reached his feet.

Kai stared at him confused by the brunette's unexpected reaction to the speechless little creature. "It's... a street cat, Morro. He has fleas and who knows what else he has." Kai told him. Apart from Lloyd, he did not think he would see anyone rejoice so much at the sight of a cat. It seems that Morro is a cat person.

"So, and? It's a cat!!" He smiled wide with joy at seeing and touching one. You could see the sparkle of a child in his eyes. "Can we keep her?? I promise I'll take care of her!! Or he's a He.. But I'll take care of her or he every time! Please!"

"Uh... If Lloyd failed to persuade us to take one, you won't."

"But I'm not asking them for this. I'm asking you for this."

Kai felt the fire in him grow. He did not imagine that he would hear these words from Morro's mouth. Now he was even more confused about his feelings.

Kai was watching the street cat after Morro. They both stared at him with wide eyes.

"You look so much like that cat."

"Hm?"

"You're both staring at me in the same way." Morro's childish smile appeared, and Kai could feel the redness appear on his face, forming the red of a rose in his youth. "Did W-Wu ever let you have one when you were little?"

"N-no..?"

"Then neither do I."

"Oh, come on now!!" The cat ran away from the brunette's hands. "Nooo! Kittyyy!! Come baaack!" He returned to Kai. "Look what you did! You scared the cat."

"Me?! You scared her! You didn't keep it anyway."

The brunette stood up. "It doesn't matter, what's the next point??"

"A- I didn't get to the first one either. You were distracted by the cat!"

He blinked twice. "Oh. Okay. Then let's go first."

Kai sighed, but smiled.

The way they were going now, Kai knew him. He did it many times. Or to calm/sit alone, to eat, to see Skylor.

"And, we are here!" Kai was sitting in front of a restaurant.

"A.. noodle ..restaurant?" Morro said in an unimpressed and confused tone, why his eyes see.

"Mhm. You'll love their food. Oh, I have a girl friend here."

Morro looked at him for a long time. "Friend friend? Or girl friend in the sense of just friends?"

"Just friends. Why?"

"Curiosity." He opened the restaurant door and held it open until Kai entered.

"Thanks."

The Master of the Wind could feel and see how the eyes of the people inside were on him. He wanted to put on the hood of his coat, to leave the next second, but he stopped, knowing that someone would ask him questions.

'All is well. Pretend I'm not here. Pretend no one sees you. It's just you and Kai somewhere, spending time together with... a girl you don't know and you know for sure she'll take all your light and talk to Kai more and he'll ignore you and leave you- '

"Skylor!" Kai fiery voice destroyed his range of thoughts, but it made his heart beat faster and was afraid that what he sensed would become real.

A girl with red hair in a ponytail, warm eyes, orange clothes, and a kitchen apron over them, had smiled at them- simle at Kai.

"Hey Kai. I didn't expect to see you today."

"Neither do I. Oh, I want you to meet someone." Kai pulled Morro close to him. "Morro, she is Skylor. Skylor, he is Morro."

"I'm glad meeting you, Morro." Skylor smiled friendly.

"As I am." Morro smiled at her as friendly.

'I already dislike you.'

"I brought him to relax a little. Can you serve us your best, Sky? Please."

"If you pay." She smiles.

"You know I do."

The redhead giggled and went to make the two portions. Morro and Kai sat in their chairs. Kai kept telling him that the food here was wonderful, and about Skylor.

It wasn't long before the food arrived.

"Two servings of the best I served."

"Thank you very much, Sky." Kai thank her, and pay, as promised.

The brunette was almost staring at the noodles in front of him. His hands had slowly picked up the chopsticks, and he had slowly begun to eat. The warm taste of the noodles had warmed Morro, the taste of the warmth of the food had reminded him of his first hot meal the day Wu had taken him under his wing. He didn't know if he disliked Skylor or not, but he certainly loved the food here.

But nothing good lasts, at least for the former ghost it didn't last. Morro was getting bored, beating his sticks in the empty bowl. Kai kept talking to Skylor. His suspicion had come true.

'Can she talk a lot more?? Is she so a extrovert person? My head already hurts at how much she talks. If only you could talk something I understand and know! How can I get out of here? Hmm. Do it myself or do I take Kai with me? Well, I need him. I don't know the way home. I didn't pay attention. A bonus point for me on the 'You're Not Careful' list. Hmm.. Aha!'

Morro pulled out his phone. "Oh, Kai." He put on his most surprised, harmless, innocent voice he has. "I got a message from Lloyd. He says we have to go home. It's late however."

Kai looked at him intently after checking the time. "Oh, you're right. It's quite late." He returned to Skylor. "See you Skylor another time, thanks for the food."

"The pleasure was mine, Kai." Morro stood up first. He couldn't wait to leave. "And to meet you too, Morro."

Morro smiled falsely. "As I." And he leaves, just as the smile leaves.

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There was a rhythmic knock at the Chosen One's door.

"Open." Inside, the Master of Fire had appeared. "Kai, hey. How was going out with Morro?" Lloyd smiled at him, one that made Kai skin rise.

"You say it like it was a date or something."

"If you like him,"  'And he likes you.'   "I can call it like that."

"You scare me with that smile. And it wasn't a date!" He felt red and ashamed that Lloyd could read him like an open book. "And if it was a date- "

"It was one."

" -Why did you send a message to Morro that we should return to the Monastery?"

"I didn't send him any messages. Nobody did. I think he lied to you. Have you been with anyone?"

"We went to Skylor's restaurant."

"Ooooh." He had taken a candy. "Then it explains why he did it."

"Why?!"

"I won't tell you that. I'll leave you alone to find out. Or you can find out from him if you ask him." He told him, shifting his attention back to the comic and candy.

Kai looked at him one last time, then went to Morro's room. He had knocked quickly on his door, receiving a confirmatory answer. Inside, Morro was wearing a cream sweater, and some black pants. His hair was caught in a mess with a hair clip. Some threads had fallen out. He was so nice to Kai's eyes and soul. He hadn't seen him look like that before, but he thought he looked really good.

"Kai? Are you... okay? You've been staring at me for a while."

"Morro, why you look so- why did you lie to me that Lloyd didn't text you to come back?"

'Focus, Kai. Now it was Not the time to say nonsense.'

"I wanted to get out of there." He answered quickly, in a neutral tone.

"Why?"

"Because it hurt my head how much she talked and she took you! I knew this was going to happen. That after you meet her, you'll put me aside."

"Are you... jealous?" Kai asked the question. That was the only word that had crossed his mind. Others did not exist even after he asked the question.

"Maybe! I do not know."

A smile spread around the Fire Master's face.

"Why.. are you smiling like that?" Morro asked him confused and a little scared/worried.

"Just don't.. you like me, do you?"

"Eh!? Nonsense! How could I do that?!"

"With the red face you have now I can."

"It's like yours is not."

One minute, two, three and four.

The embarrassing silence between them was great. It was as if the redness on their faces intensified, for Kai on his ears. Morro couldn't make a small breeze to cool the atmosphere. He had the impression that the heat of Kai's fire was turning the room into a tiny sauna.

"You like me?"

Morro's eyes widened. His shoulders had dropped, staring at Kai.

"I don't know.. I never know how I feel. If I really like you, I don't really know that." He answered honestly, still with emotions, he didn't know why either.

"Would you like to try?" Kai asked him with low hopes. He didn't think he would ever like Morro, but never say never.

"Maybe... If you don't tell anyone about it, I agree."

"I promise." He looked out the window of the room, which was half open. The sky was dark, tiny stars illuminating the sky. "I think it's time for a well-deserved sleep."

"Mhm. You know, it was fun today. I.. relaxed. Thank you."

"The pleasure was mine. Good night, Emo-Ghost-Boy."

"Good night, Cherry Bom."

He closed the door to Morro's room, leaving for his. He closed his own door, screaming for happiness in a pillow.

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Long. ... I don't have any excuse for this.

Maybe the next one will be a first kiss, idk. If you guys want, of course. Or something else.

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Kind of long but expanding on what you wrote about dark javi telling bebita she can't leave and she tries to run away and he punishes her for it, she's sick and tired of being locked away and isolated from everything she knew before taken in captivity. So she eventually attempts to make a run for it (maybe with her arms bound and tied because of a previous attempt at escaping failed so he doesn't trust her) when javi is doing something else. She gets only so far as the courtyard when javi runs and grabs her by her waist whispering "you're being very bebita trying to run away from papi again I'll show you who's in charge" and hurls her back into the house with him screaming kicking and crying, she then yells "i want to go outside i want freedom" and in return for say he slaps her on the face and roughly ripping off her clothes replying "don't you dare talk back like that to me"....

Okay anon i like your thinking but here's the thing... I don't think dark!Javi would slap you or do anything sexual without consent. He wouldn't want to mark you or bruise you because he wants to keep you looking pure and innocent. 😈

Here's my idea picking up from where you left off (minus the slapping)

Warnings: dark!Javi, kidnapping, deception, DDLG, manipulation, oral M receiving

DO NOT READ IF DARK CHARACTERS ARE NOT YOUR THING

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This was your fourth time trying to escape and Javi was getting tired of having to dole out the same punishments all the time. 15 spanks, binding your hands and ankles, and sensory deprivation in your room wasn't working. You were still resisting.

This time, when he carried you back inside with you kicking and screaming, he didn't say anything. He just set you down in your little bed and left you by yourself. You heard him go and lock all the doors, each of the many padlocks clicking shut. You heard him set his gun down on the table. You braced for the punishment but it never came. He didn't even tie you up.

"Please! Please let me go!" You begged when he walked by your door, but he didn't acknowledge you. You eventually fell asleep out of exhaustion.

The next day he didn't interact with you. He left your breakfast outside your door, mini pancakes, and sat at the table by the door working. He didn't ask you to play with him or tell you to get dressed. He didn't say anything when you came out of your room and wandered around. You could see the world outside through the bars on the window. The vast unknown did look a little scary.

"Please let me leave". You tried again, your voice hoarse from crying. But still Javi said nothing. He kept his eyes glued at his work. He looked tired of fighting you. His shoulders were slumped down uncharacteristically. His eyes were sad and stormy.

A whole day went by. He didn't speak to you, touch you, or even look at you. You felt so bad. You hurt his feelings and all he was trying to do was help you.

He used to try and give you a goodnight kiss and tuck you into bed but he didn't do it today. You missed it. You tip toed out of your bedroom in your skimpy pajamas he provided to see him still working at the table under the dim light. He was working this hard and this late for you. To protect you.

You longed for his touch, his sweet words. You feared your last escape had sucked the light out from him, the strength from his body. You worried he hated you. That he didn't love you anymore.

"Papi?" You tried using the name he liked. He looked up at you and you felt your heart soar in victory. "Are you going to tuck me in?"

"I don't know, bebita. I thought you hated me." He pretended to be very sad about this though inside he was cheering at your submission. He was prepared to keep up the act for a week but it only took a day. He had tried taking away your bed, your toys, and even sensory deprivation but none of that was effective as Papi deprivation. Cutting you off from his affection seemed to break you.

"I don't-I don't hate you. I'm sorry I made you sad, Papi. I know you're only trying to help me."

"Thank you for apologizing, bebita." Javi stood from the table and approached you. After days without any physical contact (from your last punishment and now) you melted into his arms. "Sweet bebita... I don't like it when we fight." He inhaled your scent and squeezed your ass in his large hands.

"I don't like it either, Papi." You whimpered. Javi could feel the fight in you waning. His plan worked. He knew you were so empathetic that you would give up your freedom if it meant keeping him happy.

"Are you going to be a good girl now, bebita? Are you going to stay where you belong?" He held your cheeks in his hands. He was looking at you with such love in his eyes. How could it be wrong if he loved you?

"Yes, papi." You murmured. You accepted that you weren't leaving ever and at least he made this hell better. At least you still had a purpose: to make him happy.

"Good, bebita." He led you back to your room and tucked you into the warm covers. You pulled him into a sloppy goodnight kiss.

"Stay, papi. Please? I don't wanna be alone."

"Okay." He clambered into your small bed with you. "I'll always be here, bebita."

"Are you still sad papi?"

"Yes, a little." Javi kept up the ruse, loving how you pouted at that.

"Do you want to give me... milkies?" It took you a minute to remember the term Javi used. Once you said it you felt yourself slip even further into littleness.

"Only if you want to, bebita." Javi tried to keep from grinding his cock into you.

"I wanna make Papi feel better." You reached out and cupped his growing bulge.

Now he was harsh with you. Javi relished your big eyes staring up at him with tears rolling down your cheeks as he fucked your throat. He couldn't keep quiet, grunting and moaning every time he pulled your head onto him. You little hands were planted on his thighs but they didn't scratch or resist.

"Fuck, bebita. You're making Papi f-feel so good... my good girl. Mine...Mmm... mmmm... oh shit!" He threw his head back against the bed as he came deep inside your mouth, smiling at the ceiling because he had finally won.

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you and yoongi has been in a relationship for two years but you are still a virgin because of how innocent you are, however, yoongi always having a hard time when you wear cute sexy outfits just for him plus whenever you wear his shirt.

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⇥ genre : smut, fluff (a bit)

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You spent your holiday somewhere far from the busy town with your boyfriend, Min Yoongi. You were shocked when he scheduled a holiday for five days, four nights despite his busy schedules. You were thrilled to be with him on vacation as it has been approximately two years since you and yoongi in a relationship and it was your first time to go on holiday just both of you. Yoongi was your first and ever boyfriend and your first love you might say.

He was so perfect, up to the toe, you were always felt like a dream when you are with him. He was the first man who makes you felt worth it and respected you as a woman and his girlfriend. There was no time he made you felt unfit intentionally or not, your past somehow took a toll on you but it was changing after you met him.

You rarely wore cute outfits even despite you had a body that girls would die for, you were uncomfortable to show too much of your skin. You grew up like that, however when you were with yoongi you changed so much from your bland and unassertive personal style to a more feminine look but only in front of yoongi since whenever you were with him you gained self-confidence.

You had moved together with yoongi six months ago after you finally decided your decision as you had been contemplated it for quite of time. You would occasionally were a mini dress, summer dress, off-shoulder dress, mini skirt, tank top or any kind of girly outfits that you always dreamed to wear.

Yoongi without fail would praise how cute you looked and didn't want to go to his studio because he wanted to stay with you but you will never allow him to ditch his work just because of his childish excuses. Nonetheless, you couldn't lie how your heart thumped so fast and how you flushed in red whenever he pulled you into a tight hug, showered you with kisses.

When you meet yoongi for the first time, he was very quiet and didn't like to talk much, exactly your type but you could see his effort when he tried to get to know you. Maybe that was why you fall for him.

You in awed as you took in the massive, luxurious suite with a vast glass window with spectacular views of the seascape. You admired the scenery so much that you were shocked when a pair of arms circles your waist, “do you like it, baby?”

There your heart went all crazy just for the nickname, “yes, i love it.” You smiled softly as you put your palm on top of your boyfriend’s hand. You shuddered when yoongi sucked slowly your neck, glided his tongue over it. His palms roamed over your body as his left hand sneaked in your tee. You titled your head nonchalantly as yoongi can’t sucking. “What are you doing, oppa?” And he abruptly stopped.

As if he didn't aware of what he was doing earlier. “W-what- I will order us food, you go change first.” That was what he said before pulled his arms away from your body and went out with his phone.

You felt so weird and tingles all over your body, you didn't exactly know why but you were speechless when yoongi sucked your neck as if he wanted to do something that you cant pulled out what but when his palms roamed over your tummy. It was kinda felt nice and it was eerie you wanted him to caress his palms all over your body. You didn't fail to discern something hard and big poked behind your back.

Yoongi on the other side had a hard times, he shouldn't step in the boundaries. He knew you were so innocent and clueless when it comes to sex or anything particular with it. He tried. He had made an effort to hold himself but how can he when you were so fragile and so small that he couldn't help but want to lay his fingers on.

Yoongi looked down at his cock that grew bigger and hard each second, he squinted his eyes hard tried to think of another thing beside you but he failed so and it just worsens even more. Yoongi quickly made an order for dinner from the Chinese restaurant as he knew you that was your favorite.

Yoongi decided to wait at the hotel lobby to take the food and wanted to calm down himself before he did something he wasn't supposed to do. After quite of time, he had waited finally got the food and on his way to the suite.

Yoongi took some time and a deep breath as he attempted to regain his strength and control his body before he faced you. He opened the door but gasped when you were out of the shower with a small towel that barely covered your body and water droplets dropped from your wet hair.

“Fuck,” Yoongi muttered beneath his deep voice, fisted his palms as he closed the door and his eyes never left you. You didn't notice him at first until you heard the door closed. “Oppa, you got the food,”

You smiled brightly when you saw your boyfriend brought Chinese food. “Yes, I am.” You raised your eyebrows slightly as you perceive the way yoongi’s restrained voice. You can’t help but worry that he might fell sick. You grabbed yoongi’s white tee in his luggage and throw it over yourself you already wore your white lace bra and panties beforehand, you hand your towel before you walked closer to yoongi as he busy take out each meal and serve it on the table.

“Oppa, are you okay?” Yoongi turned sideways to you as you planted your palms on his broad shoulder. Yoongi sucked in a deep breath as he observed you up to the toe, with only his baggy white tee. Yoongi gritted his teeth, felt himself get turned on even more than he thought.

“No, i’m not.” Yoongi honestly mumbled. His eyes still peered on you like a predator but to no avail, you were unaware of it. It surprised him to find that you were in his clothes would arouse him so damn much. You looked up to your boyfriend in concern, “Why? What can I do?”

Yoongi’s heart skipped a beat when your soft voice asked him as you glided both your palms on his chest, stalked closer to him. Little did you know, there was a lot you can do to him. A lot.

Control yourself, Min Yoongi. She doesn't know anything about this. You would ruined her innocence. Yoongi thought.

He fluttered his eyes before gazed at you that still looked so worried the way he got so worked out.

It's much better than another guy that's not you ruined her innocence.

“Fuck it.” Yoongi cursed before he grabbed both sides of your face and planted his lips on top of yours. You gasped inside your boyfriend’s mouth at how aggressive he became, his kiss got intense as his palms traveled down to your ass and gripped it so hard. You were shocked with new sensations that you never felt before.

You fisted your palms over yoongi’s chest and tried to push him with all your might but he was twice stronger than you and not a bit moved with your strength. Yoongi left the kiss as he tried to take a breath after that long intense kiss he gave to you. You were gasping for breath, you could feel his breath on your skin. It felt so weird but you were electrified with what yoongi did to you.

“Do you want me to teach you?”

His question left you numerous thoughts. What was your boyfriend want to teach you? You didn't bother to answer as you looked up at him.

“Let me show it to you, baby. Let me show you what is an adult should know, how it feels to feel pleasure, lust. I know you will love it seeing how your body reacted just with my little touch.”

“I-It’s s-sex?” Yoongi let out a deep chuckle when you softly asked him as if you would break if you inquired that. “So you know what sex is?” Yoongi gripped around your waist tighten, you gasped when he pulled you closer to him made both of your sizeable boobies slammed on his broad, hard chest.

“I-I don't know what it is but I-I overhead some of the girls at the college talked about it... and they did it w-with their boyfriend-”

“You want to do it with me?” Yoongi tried his luck as he slammed his face on your exposed neck because of the collar of yoongi’s shirt was so big for you and once again you felt something tingles inside your body, you felt something rushed like a fluid down your private part. You shifted uncomfortably as yoongi sucked and nibbled your neck. “W-would that will make you okay?”

Yoongi halted for a sec and raised his face to look at you. “Yes baby, absolutely.” You were thrilled to hear that you would make your boyfriend happy if you do sex with him. So, you eagerly nodded. His cock got harder each second, he swallowed a big gulp of his saliva as he gazed at you with desire and lust.

Yoongi loosens up his grip over your waist, guiding you towards the king-size bed. He sat you on the bed, “strip, baby girl,”

You were hesitant at first since you never went bare in front of your boyfriend but you trust him enough to do things to you. You fiddled the hem of yoongi’s tee on you before you slowly pulled them up from your body, leaving you in your white lacey bra and panties.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. So damn beautiful.” Yoongi softly whispered at you as he caressed your cheeks and gave you a peck on your lips before once again took in your nudeness in front of him. He was always been fantasies of you in a dirty way and now you were willing to give it to him awoken something beneath him. However, he couldn't lie he felt somewhat guilty to break your innocence but he couldn't help himself anymore.

You tried your best to compose yourself, your lips trembled as you became nervous. You didn't dare to look back at Yoongi after he walked away and left you alone on the bed. You flinched when he approached you from your back before he plopped himself down behind you. “Look up baby,”

You shuddered when Yoongi whispered to you as he nibbled your earlobe. You let out a loud gasped when you saw your reflection in the massive glass mirror. Yoongi let out a rich, throaty chuckle as he perceived how uneasy you were in front of him at that moment which was completely understanding. However, it drove him insane to know he will be wrecked your innocence, here and there.

“Why are you so nervous baby?”

You gulped your saliva, you drew in a quick breath when yoongi placed his veiny, large hand over your upper thighs, his lips were still worked on your neck. “You smell so good, i want to eat you so bad.”

You bit your lower lips when Yoongi opened his eyes and look straight at you in the mirror. You hold his gaze before averted your eyes on his hands adorned with a couple of his silver rings. His fingers trailed down from your cheeks down to your throat, to the valley of your boobs. He let his fingers lingered on your boobs, made imaginary circles on your chest while looking at you as if he wanted to see how would you react to his touch.

“Would you let me touch you even further, princess?” His voice became a husky, erotic whisper to you. You fluttered your eyes before slowly nodding to him. “Oh you want me to touch you?” Yoongi’s lips curved up to a mischievous smirk. He didn’t expect you would nod to his question.

“What do feel when I touch you like this baby?”

Your breath rasped in your throat, pondered the right answer for the question. “I-It f-felt weird,” You muttered, looked down on the floor. “And?” Yoongi asked again as he hold your chin firmly forced you looked back on yourself in the mirror. You clenched your thighs together as you started to feel something tingles on your private part.

“It f-felt good too.” Your answer somehow left Yoongi’s bulge grew bigger and you could feel it from your behind. You wanted to ask him what was that but you were too shy to do so.

You let out a soft moan when your boyfriend grazed his fingers over your nipple against your bra. You closed your eyes when he groped your boobs while playing with your nipples. You felt so dizzy and leaned backward to him. “Let out your voice, let me hear it.” He cooed.

You opened your eyes to see what Yoongi did to you and your heart thumped so fast when he pulled down your bra and let out your boobs out, completely bare for him. “Baby, they are so soft.” Yoongi was too into playing with your chest that his eyes just focused on your boobs. He suddenly groped your boobs harder made you let out a loud moan as you whimpered, “Oppa,”

Yoongi felt his heart about to bursted when you called him like that with out of breath. “Yes baby.” He kissed your neck and fondled your boobs. He thought he had fallen in love with your boobs, he captivated with the way it fits his hand. The way your nipples got hard the moment he touched it made him aroused.

Yoongi traveled his hands down to the place he was always being craved for, your pussy. Your breath hard when yoongi grazed his finger on your panties. “Oppa,” Yoongi bites his lips as his eyes scanned your lewd expression in the mirror, you were so cute yet so sexy. Yoongi bite your neck softly as he nibbled through your skin, his hand made their ways into your panties.

Your mouth hangs opened when he did that but you didn’t stop him. You didn't why but it feels so good, his fingers played inside your pussy, you didn't know what he did or how but when he touched a particular part inside of your private part and his another fingers shoved inside of yoh, you shuddered before something rushed out from you. “You cum, baby?”

Yoongi chuckled as he continued to play with your clit with his thumb and shoved his two fingers inside your hole. You gasped for air, you hold his biceps, “W-what is cum?” You asked him, innocently.

“It is when you reached your orgasm, princess.” He replied, didn't even make yourself embarrassed for not knowing it. “It’s okay, you didn’t have to feel guilty, I’m happier if you reached your orgasm multiple when you did this with me.”

You arched your back when Yoongi fiddled your clit and curled his fingers just at the right spot while his other hand fondled your boobs, which had made her drowsy. Your hands fall from yoongi's biceps and accidentally dropped on the hard things that had been poked your back. Sometimes you felt it too when yoongi hugged you. You can't help but want to fist it but halted your action when yoongi left your right breast and hold your wrist. “Don’t, y/n.”

You sucked in deep breath when yoongi’s stern voice warned you. “I want to touch it,”

Even you replied so quietly but it was loud enough for Yoongi to hear it and your response made Yoongi nearly choked his saliva, you didn't even shutter when you said it. “What?”

You turned your head back to your boyfriend to take a good look at his face. “You touch mine.” You pouted. Yoongi burst to smile when you looked at him with puppy eyes. “You can’t, princess. I don't think I can hold myself if you did that.”

“Why? You dont need to hold yourself,” you whispered as you fiddled your hand.

“If I dont hold myself than I will be fucking you the next second.”

The word ‘fucking’ gained your attention, “What is that?” You looked up to yoongi but his eyes on your boobs, you can't help but want to cover it but yoongi hold your hands as he planted a kiss on your pouty lips.

“It means, I will insert this...” Yoongi answered as his eyes looked down at his massive bulge and the same goes for your eyes. “...inside your hole baby,”

Then, the feelings of Yoongi’s fingers inside of you came to your mind. If it feels as good as it then you want to try it. “I-I want that, oppa.”

Once again, you shocked him. Your face read innocence but not your words. You slowly put your small palm on the bulge under Yoongi’s boxer. “Oh shit-” Yoongi cursed and squinted his eyes shut before he looked at you again.

“Are you sure, baby?” Yoongi wasnt hesitate at all until there he somehow thought if he should be doing this. “Yes.” You were so confirm that you wanted him, your boyfriend to teach you about adult stuff. You wanted him to do it with you.

“On your knees, princess.”

His command paused your thought but you deliberately still followed him and raised from the bed to the floor. Your boobs bounced as you plopped yourself down and Yoongi swears he could just go crazy by looking at that full boobs of yours. Yoongi stood up as he pulled his boxer and let his massive cock sprung out proudly right in front of your face.

You were shocked to see how big he looked. The tip of it came out with white fluid, Yoongi sat back on the bed and looked down at you. “Here, suck this baby.” Yoongi grabbed the base of his cock as he nudged them near your lips.

You were so anxious about the fact you don't know how to suck it. Yoongi noticed your apprehensive, “it’s okay, princess. I will guide you.” You looked up to yoongi, guided both of your palms on his massive cock. Yoongi hissed due to the contact, you looked up, afraid you were hurting him. “No, princess. I like it, take them in your hands, and just rub it up and down” Your eyes never left his cock, your mind was wondering if was the actually normal size for man. You captivated the white-almost clear liquid coming out from the slit of his tip, the shaft was red and veiny. 

Yoongi trembled with excitement when you wrapped your hands around his cock, slowly cockwarming it. You looked up to him and smiled as you perceived the faintest of flushes creeping up his face and his reaction explained how much he liked it even when you barely started.

Yoongi drew in a quick breath, even you just barely touched him. He didnt think it will impact him so much. You saw how yoongi reacted to your touch, it was the same as you, he fisted his palms, tried to fight the urge to grabbed the back of your head and just fucked your pretty mouth senselessly. “here suck this baby”

You recalled that Yoongi asked you to suck it earlier but now he wanted you to just rub it. You thought maybe he tried to hold himself as he said, you mindlessly as you licked the white liquid that comes off from the tip. “oh! shit-” Yoongi felt his stomach coiling, his cock twitched in her palms. He didnt thought you will give him kitten lick even he didnt ask. When Yoongi looked down, he can see the tip of his cock disappearing in your mouth that was already full. You struggled to bob her head up and down, his cock hitting the back of your throat, you gagged in return.

Yoongi ran his fingers through your hair, grasped a handful of your hair. Yoongi threw his head back, grunted. “Yes… Yes, princess… Keep doing that… Keep doing that to me.” His breathing was getting heavy, panting almost. “You have no idea what you do to me, baby…” Yoongi bit his lips, trying to suppress himself from bending you over the bed, craved to fuck your sweet pussy from behind.

“Am I doing good, oppa?” You stopped sucking, but your hands keep pumping his shaft. You looked up with you pretty eyes that were enough to make him cum right then and there.

“Yes baby you did it so good, it feels so good, baby... You such a good girl.” Yoongi praised you, caressed your head with fondness despite how sinful you looked at the moment. Yoongi noticed how you clenched your legs and it hit him. You liked to be praised.

"You looked so beautiful sucking my cock like that," he breathes while thrusting his hips on your mouth roughly. You teared up as yoongi kept hitting the back of your mouth. He breathes rather fast, in shallow pants. He stopped thrust his hips for a good second in her warm throat, gagged her. You desperately squeezed yoongi's thigh so that he pulled away as you gasped for breath. Your saliva covered his throbbing cock as it trailed down to your chin. Yoongi looked down on you, rubbed your cheeks tenderly, he had to make sure he will remember how wrecked and messed up you looked after took his cock.

You once again took his big cock in your mouth while playing with his balls. “F-fuck” Your mouth was slobbery from all the spit and pre-cum dripping down your chin. “Shit! Fuck! Baby… Baby, I’m going to cum! Fuck!”

You opened your mouth wide, pumped his cock rapidly,sprinted his orgasm. “Fuck!” Yoongi groaned wildly, his cum spraying all over your face and some in her mouth. You hollowed her cheeks, whimpered every time Yoongi thrusted his hips with his hands gripped your hair firmly to keep you with his pace. You pulled away just to give his cock a sloppy kiss with your saliva covered your lips, trailed down to her chin. Yoongi supported his upper body with his elbow, you looked up to him and his lewd expression caused moans to slip past your throat.

Yoongi jerked his cock a couple more times, milking all of it out. His shoulders heaved as he panted, you took a second to glance up at Yoongi and damn he looked so fucking hot, absolutely fucked out. You dropped your hands from his cock and stuck out your tongue, gave him your innocent eyes.

Yoongi stood up from the bed before he pulled you up from the floor and pushed you on the bed. “Oppa-” You were cut off with Yoongi’s lips on yours, his hand roamed over your tits, pinched and twisted your nipple. You moaned against the kiss, without warning Yoongi shoved his tongue inside of your mouth. The kiss got passionate and sloppy each second, it was completely different than how you both used to kiss.

Yoongi ceased the kiss, rested his forehead with yours. You opened your eyes to see his handsome face stared down at you, he raised from your body before tugging down your panties. You avoided Yoongi’s gaze on you when he eyed your panties that were covered with a big pool of your wetness. “Look at me, y/n.”

Instantly, you obeyed him. You let out a loud moaned when Yoongi shoved his fingers inside your hole, unnoticed. You wriggled under his touch but Yoongi holds your thighs firmly to stop you. “I need to prep you first baby,” You gasped when yoongi pushed his finger out and inside of you. Your walls so wet and slick and it was so easy for Yoongi to slip his fingers inside your pussy.

Yoongi eyed you, look so wrecked with messy hair and your face glistening under the dim lights. Yoongi guided his tip against the lips of your pussy, teased you. You opened your eyes as you looked down, you scared yet so excited to have Yoongi’s big cock inside of you but you want to cum again. You somehow love the feeling and when yoongi stared at you, you can't help but want more.

You whimpered when Yoongi finally pushed the tip of his member inside of you. It was even half but you felt so full. "Baby, shhh, shhh, it's okay, hm?" Yoongi whispered near your ear, persuaded you as he stroked your cheek with tenderness, wipe away the fallen tears as he slowly pushed his cock into your tight pussy. The way it stretched was so painful, way more painful, and the fact his dick was so fucking thick didn't sit right on you.

"Yoongi," you cried, pleaded at him. You grabbed him closer as his broad chest met your swollen boobs, your nipples grazed slowly to Yoongi’s chest made him let out groans. "Y-You're--aahh! You're too big!"

Yoongi kissed you as he tried to distract you from the pain. However he didnt say if he dont felt proud of how you said his cock was too big for you. Yoongi bites his lip as he went deeper, felt your pussy clench around his member tighter. "Yeah? My cock is too big for you, huh?" Yoongi chuckled. “I know you can handle it, princess. You are my good girl."

Squirming at his words, Yoongi saw you rolled your eyes, awaken something beneath him. Without any warning at all, he shoved his whole length in, making your legs shuddered. "Ah--!"

Yoongi starts to thrust in and out of your pussy at a nice, normal pace while scrutinizing your reaction. "Look at me baby, look at me," he whispered, taking your chin on his fingers as he tilted your head up. He aroused and thrilled when his eyes locked with your big, desperate ones. Your face flushed, your legs began to shake, your lips were swollen with all of the lip bites.

"Oh, baby you're so fucking pretty," Yoongi muttered, pulling his cock all the way out before shoving it back in, making you moan loudly. Your pussy involuntarily clenched by his action, occurred in him growled. "Fuck," he cursed, closing his eyes for a brief minute, "Clench your pussy like that one more time around me and watch..."

You were so aroused by his low tone voices and his words somehow provoked you, even more, disregarded his warning, you tightened your pussy around his cock, squeezing him with all your might.

Yoongi gasped, he bit his lips hard, stimulated by your action, his eyes changed darker as his whole demeanor switched. Yoongi pulled out and wrapped his arms around your waist before flipping your body over from the missionary position. "Yoongi-"

"I warned you." he groaned, making you moaned when he shoved his whole length in without warning. He plunged deeper in you, feeling his tip continuously hit the sensitive places inside your walls. He hits your g-spot so nonstop, you turned light-headed as you can’t conceal your loud and whiny moans.

He gave a harsh spank on your ass, a whimper escaping out from your lips. "You want to act like that, hmm? That's how you wanna play? Even it is your first time?" Yoongi chuckled as he stared at your body trembled under him, indicated that you were still not used to his size.

"I'm not going to go easy on you, princess" Yoongi leaned down, gave you a harsh, deep thrust that you can feel right up in your stomach. "Take my big cock like a good girl, yeah? Before I destroy this perfect little pussy until you can't take it no more."

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True Form- Belphegor

*collapses dramatically* Oh Gods its done! Sorry for the break! I hope my edits are good! 

More to come in this series soon :) 

Hope y’all enjoy!

True Form- Belphegor

Keeping a defined for is hard. Too hard for him anyway.

His true form is inconspicuous. He just naturally doesn’t take up much space in the physical realm. He likes it this way though.

An overlooked predator is a dangerous one.

If he is ever seen in this form it looks like a thin film. He drapes over everything, like dust in an unopened room, or the cling of fresh dew in the morning in the rose garden.

He never uses it when awake. His human form is more palatable and functional in all honesty. Don’t get me wrong though, he doesn’t hate it. It used to be really useful when he wanted to nap and Lucifer was on the prowl. But, such good things can only last for so long. Now Lucifer can sniff him out from a mile away incorporeal or no after centuries of practice.

His real form is best implemented in the minds of his slumbering victims. He can cultivate himself there, using his form to feel out the needs and desires of his unsuspecting host.

He is a manipulator, tried and true. His cunning and wile gets him pacts more than a promise of power or wealth.

Belphegor draws them in with promises of grandeur and unexplored inventions. Limitless discoveries all at the very tips of their fingers, if only they take one more step further. One more little slip deeper into the abyss. Then they can stay sleeping forever with him.

Even as an angel he was known as a dreamer. More often then not he could be found in the inner sanctums sleeping with Beel and Lilith during lessons or being carried around by Lucifer. Back then he always had pleasant dreams or innovative ideas that the other angels made use of. The little inventor.

Now that he has fallen, nightmares come to him more often than not, uncontrollable flashes of The War, his sister’s death, and the pain of betrayal. Perhaps that was his punishment, always drowsy with no control over when he sleeps, with nothing but nightmares to accompany him.

When he has control over himself in his slumber he likes to flit around into other’s dreams. Most of the time he goes to Beel’s as they are very pleasant and help distract him from the night terrors he had just escaped from.

Sometimes when bored or pissy he jumps to Lucifer’s dreams. It’s a rare occurrence when they are asleep at the same time, but he takes absolute delight in fucking with his oldest brother’s dreams or looking for secrets to lord over him.

He doesn’t come into your dreams uninvited though. Not after you freed him. You have given him permission to. But he uses it sparingly. When he needs a break from his own head he might control when you are tired. Just so he can have some time out of his head.

He is very controlling in that retrospect. He will form the shape of your dreams at first. But, you ween him out of it. Now he trains you to lucid dream. He lets you shape your reality around you both. You don’t know it, but he is allowing you to shape him as well.  

Mini Fic

He watches you from a distance. The grassy knoll you built was bright and airy. Pink and purple flowers sway in the light breeze you created, winking at him as they move. The large willow draping over you pulls a happy little hum from your chest. The swinging branches tickling your sun kissed cheeks. You lounge sprawled out on the ground staring up at the false sun with the largest grin on your face. The rays of sunshine illuminate your prone form, casting stark shadows in its wake. They travel down the hill searching and coiling for shelter from the strong lighting. They find him, latching on to his bare feet and merge with his own disjointed outline. How apropos.

"You can come up here Belphie. Promise I won't bite." You call out into the sky. Your eyes were still closed, but you tilt your head in his direction none the less. The smile you throw down at him is more blinding than the sun you dreamt up.

“I don’t want to intrude.” He steps out from the tree line blinking owlishly. Being welcomed in a dream had been unheard of before you. The mindscape was an intimate and private space. He was meant to be an invader, a taint. Before this he had been nothing but a rogue clinging to the edges. A whisper of temptation carried on the wind, or the hollow thud of a heel echoing down an empty street. It’s different here, with you. You expected to see him or sense him in whatever form he chooses. It was-nice.

“You're never an intrusion.” Your raw honesty floors him still, even after all this time together. “Had a rough night?” You ask patting the space beside you.

“Something like that.” He murmurs dropping down next to you. He is distracted momentarily by the heat radiating off your body. “You’ve been practicing.” You beam, proud that he noticed so quickly. His lessons on dream walking and lucid dreaming were hard, but looks like they were finally paying off.

It had been difficult at first, keeping a solid detailed form while knowing you were asleep. Then trying to stay asleep while doing it. You had to fight against the instinct to wake up constantly. It was like somewhere deep inside your psyche was trying to protect you, like it knew what happened when a human ventures too far into this place. Almost like it knew that a cunning little demon was lurking somewhere down here.  

“How’d you guess?” You ask rolling onto your side. He answers by reaching out to you and dragging a soft finger down your bare arm. You shiver at the cool touch, little goosebumps awakening under his touch. Your picturesque scene wavers at the corners from his touch. The caress breaking your concentration for a moment. Belphegor smirks. “I’m still working on it!” You blush.

“I don’t mind, as long as I’m the only one that that can shake you so.” He pulls away to summon a large pillow for himself. You watch him try to get comfortable. He punches and rolls around the poof for a moment trying to get comfortable. You could tell something was troubling him. The energy in his gaze was borderline manic. His usually relaxed stature was strung taut, right on the border of snapping. He would murder you again if you said it; but he looked so much like Lucifer right now. Tight, cold, and rigid. A clear signal of distress.

“You want to take the helm?” You wave around the small scene offering him a distraction. He could expand the scene far further than you could, probably ever could. “Or do you want to let your hair down?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him. You smile at his little snort, that human saying always got him to laugh.

“Sure you don’t mind?” You shake your head and sit up. Truth be told, you liked his weird demon form. You could never entirely place where he was when he was in it, but you just knew he was there and close. It was reassuring.

He breathes a sigh of relief before flopping backward. He disappears on impact with the soft ground. The grass and flowers coming up to engulf him as he takes over.  He flows around you into every corner of your mind, stretching himself to the furthest corners of your dream. He weaves himself in your fantasy. You get swept up in it for a moment. The raw force of him pulling at your center. It is suffocating for a moment, the oppressive weight of his magic. It brings out a bone-deep weariness in you without meaning to. You feel the growing need to just rest. Just a moment.

“Back with me?” You open your eyes. When had you closed them?

“Ye, sorry.” You lean up onto your elbow and shake your head to clear the fog that still clung to it. It was always a head rush when he did that. Blinking the rest of his magic away you take in your now joint dream. The sun was gone, replaced with twin moons and awash with multicolored stars. His sky bled colors, dripping purples and blues onto the green grass around the edges of your vision. The more you focus the more the field grows and stretches. Off in the distances, tiny tents emerge, sprouting up like shoots from the blackness. “Really?” You eye the tents with a wry smile. If you strained your ear you could hear faint carnival music.

A low rumble bounces around you. “You suddenly have an issue with the circus?”

“Absolutely not!” You raise, calling out into the vastness around you. “You better make a carousel!” You could feel him chuckle around you as you began your trek down the hill.

Belphegor is quiet while you navigate the forest. He’s whole being hyper focused on building the world around your quick steps. His was divided and working overtime in an attempt to distract himself. Part of him was busy building the carnival, another working on making sure you don’t stir from your slumber, and the other awake and aware. He hasn’t done this in a while, splitting his consciousness so thin like this. His human body lumbering along in the physical world while his mind was busy in the subconscious one. Hopefully, none of his brothers were awake and would try to intervene. He wanted to be close to you, in both body and mind tonight. You reach the edge of the woods and he turns his full attention back to you.

He had gone all out for you. Bright lights and the echoing laughter of imaginary guests assault your senses. You could even taste buttered popcorn and caramel on the tip of your tongue. A warm hand takes yours causing you to jump. Belphie gives you an apologetic grin for startling you before dragging you off into the park without a word. Who knows how long the two of you spent. Time, as you understood it, worked differently here. Faster or slower you had no idea. But, right now you didn’t care. He needs you here in the present.

“So-” You start hesitantly much later in the evening. You lick at some cotton candy that had gotten stuck on your fingers. “Want to talk about it?” Belphegor shoots you a look from where he perched. His feet dangling from a study steel fence. He watches you ride the slow-moving carousel as it goes round and round in lazy circles. He mulls over what to say as you make a rotation.  

“I dreamt of Lilith again.” He admits. He comes to sit on the metal animal beside you, disappearing and reappearing in a puff of smoke at your side.

“I’m sorry.”

“Ye. Me too.” He pats the kelpie he sits on. Its listless eyes bore into his. His old nightmares reflecting in their ruby gaze. He wanted to be over this. Why wasn’t he over this? The longer he stares into the horses dead eyes the more his nightmares creep back onto him.The dream shifts around you. The air dropping in temperature drastically. The merry background noises choked off and replace with a buzzing that made your head hurt. The sound of metal striking metal and shouts start to grow at the base of your neck.  

“Belphie-” You reach out for him, cupping his face. He doesn’t notice you anymore. His mind going somewhere you shouldn’t venture. His expression turns stormy, closing off to you completely. Fear begins to build up inside of you. Something uncontrollable riding in on the fast building winds. The night sky he built changes. Stars blinking out one after another like blown bulbs. The moons swelling in size, crashing into each other as your dream begins to crumble. “Shit.” You had to wake up, and fast.

You awake with a start back in your bed. Eyes snapping open while your body lays motionless. An odd sensation of sleep paralysis locking your joints. Something radiates behind you, a lanky body drawn close to yours. Sweet breath tickles the nape of your neck. Fighting the paralysis that held you, you turn to greet your bed guest.

Belphie’s half-lidded eyes seem to look through you. His body was icy, a ghostly vapor wafted over of his pale skin. You tried to wake him but your tongue was stuck. All you could do was stare wide-eyed as he dreamt. He comes back to you slowly. His eyes twitch and roll sporadically until he blinks, drawing in a ragged breath as he comes to. His skin warms with each passing tick of your alarm clock. As your drowsy demon stirs the stiffness in your body begins to ebbs. His chokehold on your mind weakening. After what seemed like an eternity he awakens. He takes you in for a moment and then he’s on you, lurches forward to drag your pliant body to his. “Scared me for a second there Belphie.” You mutter into his soft hair.

He sighs, breathing in your scent and focusing on your strong pulse. It had been a while since he had lost control of himself like that. Building up a world was easy. Tearing it down was even easier. The thread that kept people under was thin, like a single strand of silk. To lose himself to a nightmare in another being’s head? It was unheard of. It terrified him. “Did I hurt you?” He rasps.

“No,” You reassure him, pressing a kiss to his sweaty brow. “I woke up in time.” He goes quiet again trying to keep his breathing steady. “Hey.” You stroke a few strands of hair from his face. “You’re thinking pretty hard there, can I help?”

Could you help? If he was losing control of his dreamscape again… He would have to tell Lucifer. A shudder runs up his spine at the thought of retraining. No, he was still strong enough to keep it under control “Just keep stroking my hair, please?” He yawns widely, lethargy hitting him hard. He drifts off to the feel of your fingers flowing smoothly through his hair. The lingering fears slip further and further from his mind with each soft caress.  

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Haven’t met you yet

As always. I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing.

A/N: This is a TRR AU. Liam is already married, but see’s Riley and wants his cake. If the readers are receptive this might turn into more than a mini series.

Disclaimers: Most characters are property of Pixelberry

Warnings: NS*FW (+18) don’t read this fic if you’re a minor; period.

Word Count: 1887

Prompts: @wackydrabbles prompt #88 “I meant every word.” will appear in BOLD

Pairings: Drake & Riley

Song inspiration: Haven’t met you yet -Michael Buble

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A replay of the Royal wedding of King Liam and Queen Carsyn of Cordonia was playing in the background as she packed her clothes in the small carryon. She giggled when they kissed. Although it was rumored that the king was into black women, something seemed off when he kissed his bride. She had watched this wedding a half dozen times and still couldn’t really put her finger on it. She was headed to New York to stand up in the wedding of one of her sorority sisters. After landing her dream job in Dallas, Riley couldn’t wait to meet her sorors in New York to celebrate. After all, Norah was about to marry the man of her dreams and Riley was truly happy for them. 

There was currently no man in Riley’s life and no prospects. Maybe she’d meet someone in Dallas or maybe she was destined for the life of a career woman. Maybe there would be no happily ever after for her. She turned out the lights in her new downtown Dallas apartment, and grabbed her carry on dragging it to the door as she headed to the airport. 

She opened the door to see her latest amazon purchase on the door mat. She took a moment to retreat inside to open the box. She was hoping it was delivered before she had to head out. Her pink Bedroom Kandi toy was still packed away lost in the sea of boxes crammed into her guestroom. She knew that she would not survive this long weekend in NYC without some form of sexual entertainment. She was disappointed when she opened the box to find her new toy was smaller than the picture made it look. Her flight left in 2 hours and her uber was downstairs so she shoved the disappointing toy in the side of her bag and headed down.  

After the uneventful three hour flight, she finally landed at JFK. Mack was supposed to pick her up from the airport. She stood to the side as people herded to baggage claim to send a quick text. A group of men came from the opposite direction. One was this tall, very attractive Asian guy who looked alot like King Liam. He was with a few other men but there was one in particular who caught her eye. He was beautiful, he had dark hair and the most beautiful blue-grey eyes. The guy who bore resemblance to King Liam smiled and winked at her, while his brooding friend who definitely glanced at her, kept moving. She was snatched from her day dream when Mack texted to say she was outside. 

They checked into the Crown Plaza in Manhattan, freshened up and changed into their little black dresses before meeting the girls at a local rooftop lounge for appetizers and drinks before the bachelorette party. 

The sounds of Dua Lipa’s “Don’t start now” played in the background and encouraged a slightly inebriated Lauren to shake her body on the empty dance floor. Still licking the wounds behind a very fresh break up she intended to use this weekend to drink her troubles away and vowed to nail a stranger. 

The hostess seated a group of gentlemen at the table directly behind the ladies giving Riley, who never sat with her back to the door the best look at the group. It was them. The men from the airport. When they were settled, Riley’s eyes met with the Asian guy’s who was smiling and licking his lips. She rolled her eyes and turned to Kourtney. 

“So, how is Gabrielle, is she two now?” 

“Yes, she’s great. Busy, but great. That was real smooth. You have an admirer.”

“Ugh, I saw those guys in the airport when I landed. He smiled at me then too.”

“But now there are two of them looking at you like you’re a steak.”

Riley coyly glanced at the group again, this time noticing the dark haired man looking. She blushed and turned back to Kourtney right as the server approached with a whiskey sour, complete with a phone number written on the cocktail napkin. 

“How did he know what you drink?”

“Girl, I have no idea. Should I drink this?”

“Sure, they wouldn’t have served it if it had been tampered with. But the real question is are you going to call him?” 

“Me? Noooo. What would I say?” 

“What do you have to lose?”

“Wait, you have never dated a white guy before have you?” 

“Well, no. Not that they aren’t attractive. I just never had one interested. Not all of us find our Prince Harry.” 

“You do now. Besides, Chris is no Prince Harry, but he does treat me like a queen. I have always wondered if there are people who would rather be alone than to date outside of their race. Chris is the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“I definitely would date outside of my race if it were the right person. He is gorgeous, I’m still not calling this guy. He’s going to think i’m desperate.”

“You are!”

“I am not!”

“When was the last time you got laid? Mack told me about your toy.”

“Remind me to kill her later. It’s been 8 months, 3 weeks and 5 days. But who’s counting?”

“Exactly,” Kourtney cackled, drawing the attention of the men at the next table. 

Maroon 5’s, “Moves like Jagger” started to play as they continued to chat.

“May I have this dance?”

Riley was disappointed to find the King Liam look alike.

“Thanks, but my feet are killing me.”

“That’s too bad,” he said as he flashed her a sexy smile.

Just then she glanced across the rooftop to see him whisper something to his brooding friend. In an instant the guy with the beautiful eyes headed over and slipped the DJ a tip and whispered something in his ear before heading Riley’s way. 

“Kourt, shit! He’s coming over here what do I say?”

“Don’t. Let him do the talking.”

 He held out his hand and smiled at her and she was sure her panties were ruined.

“Hey, did I get your drink right?” he asked placing her hand in his.

“Actually, yeah you did. Impressive.”

Just then the DJ changed the song to Silk Sonic’s, “Leave the door open.”

The stranger pulled her to her feet.

“Let’s dance.”

His scent was intoxicating, his arms where strong and she could get lost in his eyes. He held her with a familiarity that made her feel at home in his arms.

“So are you going to tell me your name?”

“Drake. And you are?”

“Riley.” 

“We don’t have to talk right now. Let’s just dance. Just use my number when you’re ready.”  

“Their bodies swayed slowly to the song before her friends pulled her away to the next leg of their night.”

Two weeks later

After a very long weekend in New York, Riley was back in Dallas. She had been there for almost a month and hadn’t met anyone at all. Well, there was Will from work. But she doesn’t date co-workers and she is pretty sure he is gay. In her freetime she goes to the gym, and eats at new restaurants  a few times a week, which leads her back to the gym. After a particularly long work day, circuit training and an hour on the treadmill Riley came home and poured herself a very large glass of wine. She filled the tub, lit some jar candles and grabbed her toy and the romance novel that she was currently reading.

She was soaking in bubbles up to her neck when her phone rang, it was Kourtney. Out of all her friends she probably checked on Riley the most. She dried her hands and pressed the speakerphone button.

Hey Kourt,

Hey Ri, what’s new?

Not a thing, work, the gym, dinner, wine repeat.

That’s sad. No human interaction?

Not really. I’ve hung out with Mack and Ben twice but I always feel like a third wheel. 

Remember when I told you to call the guy from the rooftop?

Yeah. 

I meant every word.

I will think about it. I gotta go. Early morning. Love you.

Whatever, I know when I hit a nerve. I love you too.

Three days later

Riley was as lonely in Dallas as they come. She thought about online dating but wanted something more organic. Kourtney’s words lingered in the back of her mind. Maybe she was right. Riley had nothing to lose by reaching out to the handsome stranger who sent her the drink in NYC. She decided to take the plunge.

The next morning Riley sat on her balcony reading the paper and sipping amaretto flavored coffee when her phone rang.

Hey Mack! 

Hey, I am running into church and I know it’s short notice but Ben is out of town next weekend and my college roommate is getting married down in Waxahachie. Please tell me you don’t have plans and you’ll be my plus one.

I’ll have to check my planner. She laughed.

Who am I kidding? I don’t have plans. Free booze, food, and maybe a groomsmen to have a fling with. Count me in…

Yay! She squealed. I will pick you up Saturday morning and we can ride down to the ranch together.

Saturday

The doorbell rings and Riley grabs her clutch and the wedding card she got for the newlyweds before heading down to meet Mack. They catch up while they take the 30 minute drive out to the Walker Ranch where the ceremony is to be held. Mack talked about feeling like an after thought when it came to her boyfriend. Riley mentioned the need for human interaction, more specifically from a man and how the one man she met in New York lives in Europe. When they arrive Riley takes in the vast land and the beautiful event space. 

“Savannah’s family owns this ranch? Wow, it’s massive.”

“Yeah, I know at one time they were really struggling to keep things afloat. But it definitely looks like they are doing well for themselves now.”

“Right? I love when family businesses do well. It’s really a gorgeous day for an outside wedding. But we should probably take our seats. The ceremony will be starting soon.”

Mack led Riley to a couple seats on the bride's side. Before long a very serious looking groom and an officiant that Riley could only describe as a King Liam look-a-like stood under a wedding trellis decorated with blush colored blooms. The violinist started to play a beautiful arrangement as the attendants began to descend the aisle. 

“All rise and receive the bride.”

They guess all stood and turned to receive Savannah. She was a stunning bride. Then Riley laid eyes on those hypnotic blue-grey eyes. She instantly broke out into a sweat. She couldn’t ever mistake those eyes for someone else’s. He was as beautiful as the first tine she saw him. She swallowed hard and her mouth went dry. Her heart seemed to be pounding out of her chest, she was shaking when she gave Mack’s hand a firm squeeze. 

“What’s wrong Ri?”

Before she could answer, his eyes met hers, he bit his lip and her knees buckled. 

“Um Ri?”

“It’s Drake from the rooftop in New York..”

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[jbbarnesnnoble]

Dark

Summary: Natasha gives you exactly what you need after a long week. 

Features: Smut; Domme Natasha Romanoff; consensually video-taped sex; blindfolded sex; 

Kink: Blindfolded

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff/Reader; Background Polyamorous!Avengers

Notes: Kinktober has become more of a “whenever the fic gets done-tober” 

Word Count: 1548

Darkness engulfed you. The tick, tick, tick of a clock met your ears. You weren’t sure how much time had passed as you knelt on the floor, a pillow beneath your knees. Natasha was still somewhere in the room, that much you knew. 

You were fresh off a mission, out of the med bay. Bucky had retired for the night with Wanda and Bruce. You knew their evening would consist of taking care of Bucky. It had been a rough mission, one that saw you injured and the objective nearly failed. Tony had retreated to his personal residence with Pepper. Steve, Sam, Clint, and Thor were dispatched on another mission, halfway across the world. But they weren’t who you needed. No. That was Natasha. 

Stressful missions saw a night of gentle care and relaxation. Missions where you found yourself terrified, where things went south and out of your control, were the nights where you needed to realign. Willingly ceding control rather than having it yanked from you. Knowing that at any time, you could put a stop to what was happening and it would stop. Those were the nights Natasha took over, or Steve. Occasionally Bucky. It came down to who needed what, a beautiful dance to which you each knew the steps. It came with a practiced ease, being able to read the needs of one another. 

“Such a good girl, aren’t you,” Natasha’s voice cooed as she walked in a circle around you. You held back a shiver from the anticipation. 

You felt her trace a finger up your back. You sucked in a breath as she did so. Natasha was a musician and you her favorite instrument. She knew how to draw the reactions she craved from you. The soft moans when she was getting you warmed up, the high pitched noises when she pushed you over the edge, over and over again, and the raw, unsuppressed moans when you truly let go and let yourself just feel. Those were her favorite. She wouldn’t be satisfied until she got you there. 

“How far can I push you, hm? You deserve a reward, being so good for me. Tell me, did you touch yourself this week?” Natasha asked, her voice low.

“No, ma’am,” you said, your throat feeling dry. 

“Did Bucky touch you?” she asked.

“Yes ma’am,” you replied. 

“Did you cum?” she asked.

“No ma’am,” you replied. You could feel the heat radiating from her body as she circled you. You and Bucky had been gone for a week. The first half had been posing as a married couple at a ritzy resort, one that had a nebulous underbelly. You knew what Natasha had told him before the two of you departed. It was a punishment from the last time you and Natasha had been together. Bucky had no issues being on board with it. 

Normally, you didn’t condone deviating from the mission when in the field. But when the mission called for you to play the part, you weren’t going to complain. Bucky had brought you to the brink over the course of the week more times than you could count, leaving you in the perfect state of frustrated wanting for Natasha. 

“Perhaps I should record this for him. After all, he did the work of getting you so worked up this week. He should be able to see the pay off,” she said as her lips brushed the shell of your ear before trailing down your neck. Natasha enjoyed leaving her mark. 

She pulled lightly on your wrist, helping you to your feet and then to the bed. You could feel the towels beneath you. Tony had tracked down some of the softest towels you had even felt, a sound investment for the Avengers team. Every room had a seemingly endless supply of the towels stashed away. Natasha moved your hands so they were above your head before gently pressing between your thighs to get you to open up. 

You knew better than to move from where she positioned you. You heard the familiar buzz of a vibrator. She dragged the toy along one thigh and down the other, deliberate in her movements. She was going to drag it out for as long as she could. You felt her move between your legs. With your vision restricted, you felt everything more. Her breath against you as she took in the sight of how soaked you were, the light vibration of the toy, hovering above where you wanted it most. 

“Look at that. Soaked, just like I knew you’d be. I can’t resist a taste,” she said, moments before you felt her mouth on you. Her tongue delved between your folds, savoring the taste of you as she moved from your entrance to your clit, taking her time with the delicate bud as she pressed the vibrator into you with ease. You resisted the urge to arch off the bed as you let out a loud moan.

“Tasha, Tasha please, please,” you cried out. You could feel her smirk against you. She pulled you to the edge and pulled away. You whimpered at the loss of contact. 

“Does my sweet girl want to cum?” she asked.

“Yes, please Tasha, please let me cum, I’ve been so good,” you replied. 

“Hmmm, not yet,” she replied as she increased the intensity of the vibrator, dragging it along your slit. Your hips moved at the contact, drawing a light swat to your thigh in warning from Natasha. She pressed the toy back into you, leaving it there as she moved away. You heard the tell tale sound of her getting her strap on ready. You wondered what she would choose. She had a vast collection to choose from. 

“Open,” she said as you felt her press the tip of the toy to your mouth. You felt her press it half way into your mouth. Swirling your tongue around the head, you narrowed it down. It was one of the ones that could make such a mess.

“Enough,” Natasha said as she withdrew it. She pulled you to your knees and turned you so you were at the end of the bed, facing the wall with the mirror. Though you couldn’t see it, you knew it was there. You spread your legs wordlessly as she moved behind you. You gasped as you felt her press into you. Natasha let out a moan of her own.

“Going to make a fucking mess out of you, baby. Going to fill you up, fuck you so good you’ll feel it for days,” Natasha told you. You were lost in the sensation. The room was filled with the sound of your moans. 

“Tasha please, gonna cum, gotta cum,” you moaned.

“Do it. Cum for me, baby. Let everyone hear you,” she replied. You could tell she was close. Your moans increased in pitch as she removed the blindfold. She made you look in the mirror. To the side you could see the camera set up. She wasn’t lying when she said she was going to record it. Her fingers found your clit, drawing you over the edge of a blinding orgasm, a week in the making. You could feel her release inside you, the feeling of the lubricant feeling almost like the real deal. You were seeing stars. 

As you came down from the high of your release, Natasha placed a fresh towel under you with practiced ease, having you lay back on the soft pillows as she grabbed a chilled bottle of water and prepared fruit from the mini fridge. You had missed the bowl of water sitting with a clean washcloth beside it.

Natasha held the bottle to your lips as you drank from it deeply, before offering you the fruit. As you munched happily on the fruit, Natasha dampened the cloth, wiping between your legs with a practiced, gentle ease.

“I think a bath is in order. I got some new bath bombs while you were away,” Natasha said. You smiled at her.

“I think we should try them out,” you replied. The two of you headed for her bathroom, where FRIDAY had already begun filling the tub. 

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Bucky wasn’t surprised to have the notification from Natasha. A new video to the collection. Stark had enhanced security on an offline intranet that was practically impenetrable. They knew there was still a risk, no matter how small. He chuckled at how scandalized the world would be if the cache of videos and photos ever made it to the public. There was quite the organized tagging system. 

“They didn’t invite you?” Steve asked when he entered the kitchen. Bucky had spent the evening meditating with Wanda and Bruce. He wasn’t as keyed up as you were when it came to the sexual frustration of the week. No, he had simply needed a chance to refocus and relax. 

“They did. Just wasn’t what I needed tonight,” Bucky replied as he poured some cereal in a bowl. 

When you and Natasha emerged sometime later, you looked far more relaxed than you had on the way home. You sat down on the couch between Steve and Bucky, settling in to watch whatever it was they had on. A perfect ending to a long week. 

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[moonah-rose]

Right Here

Quick Hellstrop brotp mini-fic.

Fluff, hint of one-sided romantic feelings, emotional hurt/comfort.

It wasn’t until he saw the leather jacket on the desk that he began to worry. Before then, when he’d seen Eleanor make a rather impromptu exit out of Tahani’s party, he’d been a little confused. In what crazy dimension did Eleanor Shellstrop leave a party before all the shrimp had been devoured? The platters had barely been touched.

He’d waited a while, in case she came back, mingling among the fake residents, the real humans as well as the rest of the team, head constantly rotating back towards the door for a sign of her re-entry. Na-da. 

After making his own excuses, he followed the scent of her perfume, which had also left a pink mist in her wake, visible only to his supernatural eyes. He regrets having told his friends about that aspect of his abilities a little, mainly after Jason compared him to the sniffer dog that slobbered over him once at a bus station. 

The path lead him to their office, or the ‘Hot God’s Throne Room’ as she’d once named it. Hardly a false analogy, Michael had silently thought.

“Eleanor?” he’d asked, making his way in. All of his adversary-turned-friend-turned boss that awaited him was the jacket on the desk that she’d worn over her dress on the walk to the party.

That and two pairs of high-heels kicked unceremoniously to the side.

“Oh, Eleanor...” He whispered, grasping the jacket in his hand, instantly inhaling the odour of discomfort and anxiety. 

The smell said half of it. The fact some of her clothes had been hastily abandoned here rather than at her clown house said the rest. Something was wrong.

Fortunately, a burned out Eleanor is easy to track. 

It doesn’t take him less than fifteen minutes to follow the pink trail in the air, cutting through the deserted town, over the fields, out towards the lake. Ah, of course. As soon as he recognises the significance of her destination, he knows what prompted her to leave in such a rush. He doesn’t need to follow the trail, he knows exactly what wooden bench she’s going to be sitting on.

She doesn’t look up as he treads closer to her, head buried between her knees pulled up onto the seat, hugged to her chest. The little bumps on her exposed shoulders tremble while the rest of her stays rigid.

“Getting chilly?” he says, softly.

Eleanor lifts her head, the tiniest of gasps, her eyes sparkling with the briefest flash of excitement before they dim. Disappointed.

Were you expecting someone else? Of course.

Tears mark her blotchy cheeks that she rushes to dry with her fist; “No...Just way too hot at the party and I thought I could cool off back at the office but it was like a forking oven, so I came out here and....now I’m cold, yeah.”

He nods, understanding all too well how the world can turn into a furnace when everything feels as though it’s about to collapse in on you. And this is coming from a guy born and raised in magma.

Eleanor might not have had anxiety attacks the same as him. Her usual response to stressful situations was to lash out, toss over some cakes, kick some chairs, consuming a ton of alcohol on the way. Without any of those options being acceptable for an Immortal Heavenly Being; her only outlet was to do as she did as a frightened child; and hide away.

“Here,” he doesn’t wait for her to accept the offer as he removes his jacket and places it over her shoulders, just to cover the little bumps; “Wow, you’re small...It looks like you’re popping your head out of a molehill made from cloth.”

“Shut up, you flagpole” Eleanor manages a chuckle, sniffling after, tugging it around her shoulders, “...Thanks.” she remembers, with a mumble.

He lingers, this time waiting for her consent; “D’you want company?”

“No...” she responds, staring out at the vast body of water beneath the full moon; “I wanna be by myself.”

“Okay...”

He starts to step away, only for her to grab his hand.

“What the fork are you doing?”

Michael blinks; “You just said-”

“Yeah. By myself. And you’re like...ridiculously similar to me that we’re practically the same person, so you can stay.”

He blinks again.

“That’s...insanely confusing!”

“Just sit down, dummy.” She tugs him again. As she wishes, Michael places himself down beside her, taking note of how short of breath she still is from crying. As soon as he’d noticed the tears shining, he’d had to ground himself to avoid rushing forward to dry them.

Now he’s close enough, having been invited to share her space, he dares to reach out and rub her back.

“Just breathe. You’re okay.” he whispers, softly, “No one’s gonna be out here, you can cry if you want.” Fork the garbage Donna fed her about hiding her emotions. 

She sniffs, gulping for air; “M’so sick of crying...And I thought I was over this, I mean...We’re so close to the end and I’m sure we’ve got this but...Fork.” Eleanor looks down; “Seeing them dance...Seeing him kiss her...They look so happy.”

“Not half as happy as when he danced with you.” He’s tempted to give her the memory of their little dance in the rain in #119, in case it stopped being fresh for her. He’d been so pissed off about that not being enough to spoil their date at the time. 

“What does it matter if he doesn’t remember that?” She scoffs, untucking her knees and looking back at the lake; “What does the first kiss we have here mean anything if he comes here with Simone, all the time, and they have dozens of their own kisses!?”

“He will remember. I promised, I’d give him all his memories back when this is over.” It can’t come soon enough. Saving humanity was beginning to come second to just seeing her be happy again.

Eleanor’s shoulders slump; “...And if he still chooses her? What then? We could win this whole thing and he could come back and I’m just...back to being alone!”

“Okay, now you’re being an idiot.”

“Thanks, pal! And you wonder why I refuse to call you Hottest Savior?!”

“I mean it!” He almost growls, putting his hand on her shoulder; “Do you really think you’re gonna have none of us around you, on the one in a billion chance that Chidi doesn’t wanna get back with you? You don’t think what you’ve got to look forward to in the Good Place extends beyond being with him? C’mon. Chidi would the last person to want you to be thinking like that.”

Eleanor rolls her eyes; “Yeah well...Sometimes I wanna say ‘fork Chidi’. I mean...obviously I wanna fork Chidi but I mean-.”

“I get it.” Damn horny bipeds.

He reaches out to take her hand, linking his fingers between hers, caressing the joint of her thumb with his own.

“Listen. If you were ever alone without him, do you think I’d have followed you out here? Do you think Tahani or Jason or Janet wouldn’t have noticed, if not me, and done the same?” He lowers his voice, inching closer.

Eleanor pauses. 

Her other hand moves up to touch with the hem of his jacket covering her.

“It’s always you.” she mumbles, eyes casting over his chest. I’m up here, he wants to say, or would that crane her neck?

“Yeah, well...I could say the same about you.” The first one to ever pick him up after an existential breakdown. The last one who held him during a crisis, paralysed at the thought of losing his friends in the worst possible way. “Who else knows rock bottom better than us, hmm?”

Finally, she smiles; “We pretty much founded the place. It’s like our own little kingdom at this point.”

Michael shyly smiles. Hades and Persephone. All those times, in his past, when he pictured Eleanor at his side, not as an oblivious victim but his partner. His one worthy equal. Then he found himself constantly bested by her, beaten, to the point he was at her heels, following her lead, waiting for her to say jump so he could ask how high? Willing to cast himself into the fire if she deemed him unworthy, or she needed him gone. 

He will never understand how Chidi could resist her pleas to stay. If she asked for Chidi’s memory back tonight, even at the risk of dooming humanity, he would obey.

Perhaps the knowledge that he shouldn’t is all that stops him from making the offer in the first place.

Fork, when did his arm find its way around her shoulders? When did she start leaning in so close? She’s practically snuggling against him now. She must be getting cold.

He waves his hand, warming up the night breeze that passes over the lake. She still doesn’t move away. He doesn’t exactly push her either.

“Y’know...The reason I was looking to find you at the party when I saw you leave was I was gonna ask you for a dance.” he confesses, needing to break the tense silence.

“Oh, really?” She glances up, raising an eyebrow; “Well...I’m not walking all the way back.”

Michael nods; “It’s okay...I was expecting a ‘no’.”

“Did I say ‘no’?”

He looks to see her giving that cheeky smile. Shirt, he must be blushing. She always looks at him with that smug, endearing gaze when she knows she’s succeeded in teasing him.

It feels a shame to pull away from the cuddle she was beginning to relax into as he gets to his feet. Probably for the best none of the humans come across their Goddess sleeping in the arms of her Architect out in the open...especially Chidi, no matter how chaste it may be.

“No trying to trip each other to fall in the lake, deal?”

Eleanor groans, leaving Michael’s jacket on the seat; “I guess...Spoilsport.”

Neither are going to make that promise. What would be the fun in that?

He gives her his best ‘devilish’ grin and holds out his hand.

“May I have this dance, Boss?”

Eleanor’s eyes flutter up and down his front before locking his gaze again, her tears all but dried. “Only because you’re rockin’ that tux,” She gives him her hand; “You may, buddy.”

He gently tugs her up onto her bare feet. Without her heels, she barely meets his neck. She doesn’t seem to mind, smiling as he moves her onto the pier, beneath the strung up lights along the boardwalk. 

A snap of his fingers and a song begins to play on the invisible surround sound system.

If I see you next to never, How can we say forever?

Fingers smooth gently up her back as he holds her close. Her head rests into his chest as they sway to the 80′s ballad. Stroking her shoulders, he finds the same little bumps are still there, but no longer trembling. He wishes he knew enough about being human to understand what that meant. So long as she no longer feels alone, that’s all he wants.

“Michael...” she murmurs, sliding her other arm around his side.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for being here.” 

He resists the old urge to make a nonchalant quip for humor sake and gives into the sentiment swelling beneath this suit. He kisses the top of her head, whispering adoringly;

“Always.”

Wherever you go, Whatever you do...

It feels a little wrong to be dancing with Eleanor Shellstrop in the spot where she had her first kiss with the love of her life, but as she pointed out, he’s had just as many dates here with Simone. Michael allows the remnants of his demon past to find a weird taste of satisfaction, for Eleanor’s sake anyway. It’s hardly as if the nerd was here to see it, or even care in his current state. Maybe one day, in the future, if he’s feeling particularly petty and satantic, he’ll brag to Chidi’s face about how he had one of most romantic, moonlit dances with his girlfriend. Because only a fool would give up that chance, even if to save the Universe.

All for no other reason than to make sure his friend is always grateful for being the one Eleanor Shellstrop loves with all her heart, and wanting to make up for every moment he missed with her this year. Just as Michael thanks Upper Management every day that he has the honor of dwelling in a fraction of it.

Whatever it takes, Or how my heart breaks, I will be right here waiting for you.

#hellstrop fic #pininggg #idk if i like how this turned out #i just really wanted to write something like this #and i always do sad michael in s4 #i rarely do sad eleanor but she's going through so much #and i like doing caretaker michael outside of npl sometimes

[higuchimon]

[fanfic] Gift of Protection

Claret glanced up as Burgundy entered her cooking area, his arms full of firewood.  He set the pile down in the nearly empty container and stepped back. 

"Are you going to need any more?"  He asked, looking as if he could go out and wrestle down a few more trees if she needed him to.  But she shook her head, returning her attention to the pot as she stirred it.  The stew would be done soon, but she didn't want to take the chance on it burning.  They didn't have so much food that she felt it wise to waste any of it.  Hopefully that would change soon.

He nodded, taking a few heavy steps to the nearest chair and sitting down in it.  He leaned back and wiped his forehead before he glanced at her again.

"There's a hunting party coming back in tomorrow, though I'm not sure what they're bringing back," Burgundy told her.  "The Amazons sent a delegation as well; they should be here in a couple of days."

Claret tasted the stew, a bit of a smile on her lips, both at the taste, and the news.  "That's good,"  she agreed.  The Amazons would bring trade items with them, which would probably include meat of some kind.  They were known for being incredible hunters as well as warriors.  Meat, skins, teeth, claws, all from whatever they'd hunted before coming here. 

The treaty between their realm - tiny as it was - and the Amazons wasn't three entire moons old, but there were already trading delegations getting started between the two of them.  Their village rested very near the mountains, with several mines that offered beautiful gemstones and useful metals, such as iron and copper, and a wide river that led to the ocean, where the vast city-state of Kuragari was said to be.  One day, perhaps, their little village would be equal to Kuragari, trading all over the world.  Claret looked forward to seeing that begin.

But for now, she poured two bowls of stew and two cups of watered wine and set them on the table next to Burgundy.  He brightened at the sight before he quickly started eating.  She settled down into her own chair and ate quietly, enjoying the time spent with him.  It was almost as pleasant and relaxing as spending time with her harp. 

Burgundy twitched a little, casting a quick glance towards her.  She raised one eyebrow, curious as to what had his attention now.  He fidgeted again, then reached into one pocket.

"Remember those traders that showed up the other day?  The ones from the Sanctuary?"

Of course she remembered those.  She'd not had much of a chance to talk to them, but she'd seen them while gathering the herbs for her stores.  They were artisans as well as warriors, and she'd seen a few people wearing items they'd traded since then.  Quite lovely items as well; she wished she'd had the time to gather enough of the rare herbs that grew around here to see if any of them wanted to trade something.

"I hoped I could find something for you.  I know that you don't like to fight, but if anything ever happened,"  Burgundy shook his head, then set his hand on the table, turning it upward.  There gleamed a brilliant silver ring, etched with runes of protection. "This will defend you when I cannot."  He offered her an awkward smile.  "I can get more if you like, when they come back."

Claret picked up the ring, feeling the sense of angelic magic as she did so.  Burgundy brightened the moment that she touched it, hope flaring in his eyes.

"It's beautiful,"  she agreed, sliding it onto one finger.  "I'll think of you whenever I wear it - and I'll wear it always." 

Burgundy had never, in all the years that she'd known him, turned so red.  She rested the hand now wearing the ring onto his hand, so strongly muscled and callused.  Burgundy looked as if he might pass out from the simple pleasure of the contact.  Claret refused to tease him more than that.  She got up and started to put the dishes away, humming to herself, fully aware of Burgundy watching her the whole time, with a silly little smile on his face.

She never needed to fear being without defense, not with him there.

The End

Notes: I always rather liked these two. Maybe I’ll come back to this one day.

#fanfic #higuchimon writes #gxrarepairsweek #ygo gx #claret x Burgunday #Burgunday x claret #spirit of the harp x total defense shogun #total defense shogun x spirit of the harp

[dakogutin]

remus + sirius

[prompt: stargazing]

“Well, well…”

Remus turned his head to see Sirius step out of the spiral staircase. His hair was in a messy bun, the loose strands framing his face beautifully and he had a relaxed expression, smiling softly as he approached Remus. As soon as Sirius arrived by his side, Remus’ hands landed on either of Sirius’ cheeks, pulling him into a deep kiss. He felt Sirius’ arms wind themselves around his waist and he felt himself smile into the boy’s lips.

When their lips parted, they continued clinging onto each other, Sirius nuzzling his ear and whispering, “Been looking for you.”

“I’d be more offended if you weren’t.” Remus pulled back to see amusement colour Sirius’ face. Sirius kissed him once at that and then turned to the balcony.

“You're not at all cold out here?” Remus watched the breeze make Sirius’ hair sway ever so slightly.

“Are you?” asked Remus but he didn’t let Sirius respond and shucked off his oversized cardigan from his shoulders.

“You’d think being Padfoot would also grant me resistance to the cold,” Sirius laughed, slipping into the already large cardigan that looked even bigger on himself.

“Oh, I’m sure it does,” said Remus, leaning with his arms on the ledge. “Just not as much as being a werewolf, I suppose.” It was, after all, at the stage of the end of Autumn. Layers of thick jumpers and scarves were a must in your everyday outfit and each gust of wind was icy, cutting through your skin. Yet Remus was in nothing but a thin jumper, gazing distantly at the scenery of nighttime Hogwarts, only meeting the dawn of winter.

He was brought back to the present when warm hands wrapped around his waist and Sirius’ chin rested on his shoulder. “The winter solstice usually makes Regulus more visible,” he said next to Remus' ear in almost a murmur.

“Good thing Sirius wouldn’t have an issue with catching its peak like that, huh…” Remus squeezed Sirius’ arms.

“You bet he doesn’t. Oh, wait, sorry. I mean ‘it’.” 

Remus rolled his eyes at this and continued admiring the dozens of twinkling dapples scattered across the vast blanket of night. He should stargaze more often. And as that thought entered his mind, Remus had to reject the several cheesy puns of not having to get out in the cold to witness the brightest star in his life.

“The moon looks beautiful as well,” said Sirius then, which made Remus heave a sigh. “No, really!” Sirius chuckled and positioned himself beside Remus once more so he could gaze at Remus’ eyes intently, as if proving his sincerity.

“Not quite like the stars anyway,” said Remus, looking back to the sky. “There’s just so much you can explore with them. They’re their own light, for Merlin’s sake. Billions of lightyears away and we get to see only a tiny glimpse of their shine. Everywhere you look, there’s a different constellation to see.”

“Sure. But the moon--”

“Is just a huge dumb rock.”

“And stars are just huge dumb balls of fire,” Sirius countered. They fell into giggles then and Sirius took Remus’ hand. “Let me guess, you’re going to say how small and insignificant we are,” Sirius eventually spoke once more.

“And you’re going to tell me that we are. And that’s why we make each moment count.”

“Spot on, Lupin!” Sirius tackled him with a fierce hug, drowning out Remus’ feeble protests with kisses.

Yup. He really should stargaze more.

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#wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar fic #my fic

[mrs-hatake]

train station shenanigans (1)

A/N: Helloooooo everyone!

As promised, here’s the first chapter/intro of the aizawa x reader fic based on my work life! This is 90% Self Indulgent so just a heads up!

Anyways, enjoy! :D

Ps, not proof read!

Se no!

Demo sonnan ja dame mou sonnan ja hora.

You groaned in protest at the sound of your alarm that blared under your pillow. With your eyes still closed, you slid your hand under your pillow and fished out your phone to quickly tap the stop function. The white numbers of the clock read half past seven in the morning. You let out a whine and cursed the day you applied for a job.

Once you had convinced yourself to stay awake and ignore the sweet calls of slumber, you unlocked your phone and checked your notifications. After spending about fifteen minutes on twitter, you chucked your phone behind on your bed and pushed yourself upwards. You yawned loudly as you stretched your limbs. Lazily, you exited your bedroom and slowly went down the stairs so as to not awaken your mother and baby brother.

Today was your first day back to work after the mandatory lockdown due to the spread of the new virus. Having a break from work was wonderful as you were able to spend more time with your family. It sucked that everything was closed and you weren’t going to lie, it was stressful seeing the death tolls on the news, but you had fun at home. And now that things had finally calmed down in Japan, it was time to return to work.

Despite your whines from earlier, you were honestly looking forward to work. It was fun being at home, especially when you had so much free time to binge watch all of your favorite shows, but that could be entertaining for so long before it lost its charm.

With a soft hum of some random song, you worked on making yourself breakfast. Nothing too fancy, just some frozen waffles that you shoved down the toaster and then later drizzled caramel on top. You moaned at the fluffy texture in your mouth, and briefly, you were reminded of your days in school. When it was the first day and your mother would be up early and making breakfast for you. You missed those days. Life was much simpler back then. You wondered if your baby brother missed the lively atmosphere while getting for school or not. When you swallowed the last piece of waffle, you washed the dish and utensils that you’ve used before heading back upstairs to shower and get ready for work.

You decided to wear a simple yellow sundress for work. The best thing about the company you worked in wasn't being strict with the clothes you wore. As long as they were modest and family friendly, they found no reason to implement a strict dress code. Your senior coworkers decided to stick with the traditional attire of dark colored business suits. As much as you loved black, you didn’t want to wear the dark color every single day.

After you finished dressing up, you applied light mascara and let your dark green, almost black, curly locks gently rest on your shoulders. Spraying some lavender scented perfume, you texted your mother that you were off to work. But not before you snuck into your brother’s room, brushed back his dark green curls and pecked his forehead.

It was strange seeing the normally crowded streets of Musutafu be so desolate. The vast streets that were once filled with cars, almost resembling a parade with its colors and soft purrs of the motors, only had four or five cars on each lane. It was almost unnerving how quiet the streets of Musutafu were. But no matter, at least now you didn’t have to worry about traffic. Sure, you took the bus to work, though it was still frustrating to be trapped in the middle of traffic while freaking out over being on work on time. Not that you ever had been late. You always managed to show up at least twenty minutes earlier than the intended time.

The smell of bleach and lemon wafted through your nose once you stepped foot into the modestly sized train station. Just like the streets of Musutafu, the train station was just as desolate. The buzz of passengers sizzled out to soft mummers. The sea of people shrunk to a puddle. And the cheery atmosphere became somber. It was depressing. Though that didn’t deter you. With your head held high, you went straight to your office that you would normally share with five other people. Due to the new government rule, however, employees who weren’t supervisors, managers or ceos will take shifts and return to work every other day. Meaning you only had to work with three other people today.

“Good morning, Y/N.” Was the first thing that greeted your ears when you opened your office door.

Your boss was...unorthodox. He had long wavy hair that he would put up in a messy bun. Grey circles could be seen under his eyes and a soft stubble peppered his chin and upper lip. If you could describe your boss, then you would use the adjectives: grumpy and sleep deprived.

“Good morning, Aizawa-san.” You replied with a smile. Though, at the remembrance of wearing a mask that was way too big for you and covered most of your face, you dropped the smile. Aizawa said nothing, only nodded his head and continued to type away on his computer.

As you sanitize your workstation and logged into your computer, your supervisor Yamada Hizashi, walked in and bellowed “Gooooooood morning my little ducklings!” You heard Aizawa groan under his breath and tried not to chuckle at his misery.

Aizawa and Yamada were childhood friends and coworkers. It baffled you at first when Nemuri, your co-supervisor, had mentioned it in passing. The two were extremely different. While Yamada was the bright sun on a summer’s day that humans longed for after a long and miserable winter, Aizawa was the moon that people sung praises to with his mysterious aura and charming personality. After working with them for a month, however, you could see how the two were best friends. They balanced each other out perfectly and would always bring out the best side of the other person.

“Must you be so loud so early in the morning.” It wasn’t meant to be a question but Yamada answered anyway.

“Yes, I must bless everyone with my beautiful voice.”

If he wasn’t in a work environment, you were certain that Aizawa would have smacked his head on his desk to end his misery.

A peaceful silence settled upon you and you awkwardly shifted in your seat. Neither Aizawa nor Yamada had instructed you with anything to do and you were starting to feel antsy. Just as you were about to excuse yourself to walk around the station, maybe get some fresh air, Aizawa cleared his throat and called your name. You sat up straighter in your chair and locked your eyes with his.

“Write a letter to the Council of Train Stations to approve the extension of payment fees deadline.” Instructed Aizawa before returning to face his computer.

Blinking twice, You wrote down what he said in your notebook and began working on the letter.

You worked in the administrative department of the train station. The company you worked with, All Might Train Station Management, was infamous in maintaining and developing the station. From managing stores, adding holiday decorations to conducting safety measures and promoting the best image of the station, those were among the many things that you will deal with for the next eight months.

Once you have submitted your letter, you inform Aizawa. Who just hummed at you in return, too absorbed in his own work.

This went on for two hours. Aizawa would ask you to write a letter, you wrote it down on your note and then typed it on your computer and submitted it. Sometimes, you would have to contact other employees from other departments to forward you files that you had to attach to your letters. It was stressful, but not unmanageable.

It was around twelve in the afternoon when Aizawa excused himself to meet with the president of the company, Toshinori Yagi. Shortly afterwards, Yamada also left the office to God knows where. A habit of his that you envied but would never actually do. Yamada had been working two years at the company so he had the privilege to take a break from work and wander around. Maybe someday you could do it too, but for now, You’re stuck in your office.

Noticing that none of them were returning any time soon, You took your wallet and made your way to the mini market for a cold beverage and some snacks. You didn’t want to eat lunch at work - not that you can anyways since the staff room was under maintenance - but you were starting to get hungry and you couldn’t work to the best of your potential with an empty stomach.

When you returned to your office, you spotted Aizawa back at his desk. Yamada was nowhere in sight. Quietly, so as to not disrupt your workaholic of a boss, you sat down on your chair and opened your bag of chocolate animal crackers and stabbed the straw into your mango juice box.

“You look like you’re in elementary school.”

Your head shot upwards at Aizawa’s comment and could feel your cheeks flushing with warmth and you were positive that they had turned a bright red color.

“Would you like some?” You blurted and instantly winced. It was no secret that you were an awkward person by nature and tended to blurt things out or ramble on when nervous. You tried improving that aspect of yourself at work, not wanting to embarrass yourself at work like you did in college. You wanted to be professional and taken seriously. But it was proving to be a challenge.

Aizawa appeared to be contemplating your offer, half distracted by whatever it was displayed in front of him on his computer. “Sure, why not.” He eventually replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

Your heart beat in anticipation as you stood up and crossed the short distance between your desk and his. Your hand held out the yellow bag of animal shaped chocolate crackers and watched as Aizawa dipped his hand and fish out two crackers; a panda and an elephant. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Your reply was soft, almost a squeak. Aizawa just hummed in response and returned to type away at his keyboard. You briefly toyed with the idea of being as busy Aizawa, to the point of being unaware of your surroundings.

The rest of the day went uneventful. Aizawa didn’t ask you to write any letters and Yamada didn’t return to the office until half an hour before work ended. The loud blonde asked Aizawa if he wanted to join him for lunch later and you held your breath at what your boss was going to reply, the thought of him living a normal life outside of these four walls was almost unimaginable. “Yeah, sure.” Ah, to see Aizawa in a casual setting, a privilege that you have to work very hard for.

When it was two in the afternoon, you turned off your computer, signed your name on the attendance sheet and bid farewell to your colleagues.

“Goodbye, my little duckling!” You heard Yamada say behind you while Aizawa grunted a quiet ‘bye’.

#aizawa x reader #aizawa imagine #aizawa scenario #aizawa x you #bnha imagine #bnha x reader