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softmafia · 2 years

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𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑

Contains: fem y/n, oc insert, fight scenes, soft Hisoka, comfort, cuddles

A/n: I wanted to see how well I would write a fight scene, lol. Apologizes for the bad writing, I wrote this at midnight and I have work tomorrow.

Y/n and Hisoka were flinging all around the stage, she threw punches at him, he kneed her in the stomach— the match had been going on for several hours now and the two were tied neck and neck. Hisoka jumped back and chuckled, holding his chin as he silently caught his breath, “You have a bloody nose, dear~ How about we call it quits and I can take care of you~?♢”

Y/n had jumped back as well, crouched on the far end of the stage. As he spoke to her so condescendingly she scowled and spat out a bloody tooth, “Like hell..” she growled and lunged at Hisoka again. The magician’s eyes widened only for a second before he put his arms up to block her attack— but she punched him straight in the forearm, pain shot through his body and made him grit his teeth; Damn.. she was really going all out. He knew of her barbaric tendencies when she was in the midst of a fight, Y/n would become so barbaric.. it was starting to turn Hisoka on a little bit.

Usually he wouldn’t be too up for fighting his own girlfriend. But he couldn’t pass the opportunity up, he had watched her strike down his less than worthy opponents for so long he just needed to get a small taste for himself. And now, he was almost starting to pity the poor men he sent Y/n after. Almost.

Hisoka just continued to receive many punches and blows to his arms, she didn’t let up. He was suddenly caught by surprise when she kicked him square in the stomach. “Umf!!” He grunted, small droplets of blood dripped down his bottom lip. Y/n jumped back, and Hisoka used this short moment to attempt to strike a punch, but.. suddenly she had slid between his legs, dodging his attack and then ruthlessly kicking him in the back.

“Another point, Y/n!” The referee shouted out.

Seconds later, Y/n swiftly glided back in front of him, and her knuckles collided with Hisoka’s face, an audible crack of his nose breaking could be heard if you listened closely..

“Errr.. another point..?” The referee couldn’t help but wince.

“How many blows did Y/n just deal?!” The announcer shouted, “I have no idea!! God, we haven’t seen one like this folks!! She’s absolutely destroying Hisoka!!”

That comment made Hisoka frown, he was.. really starting to regret this. If they weren’t in Heaven’s Arena right now then he would be fine being beaten by Y/n— but this was humiliating. No, he wasn’t going to give up.

Hisoka grabbed Y/n’s leg and slammed her down onto the platform, she gasped and spat up blood as the concrete below her cracked and caved in. “Nn! Gh!!” She squirmed and tried to regain herself. Hisoka looked at her for a moment.. he tried his best not to get distracted by the noises she made, and how unusually cute she looked while he injured her. The jester wasn’t distracted for too long, he lifted her up again and tossed her in the air.

He smirked slyly to himself before he reeled her back down with his bungee gum, so fast she couldn’t possibly be able to think of a counter attack. Once Y/n had fallen down to his eye level, he extended his arm and punched her firmly in the stomach. The force of his blow sent her flying across the stage, leaving her to grip onto the edge like a little cat so she wouldn’t fall off.

“One point, Hisoka!” The referee yelled once again.

“Hisoka is finally trying to catch up, but Y/n is still one point ahea- OH GOD!!”

As the announcer was speaking, Y/n quickly clawed her way back up, pouncing towards Hisoka and rapidly trying to bite and scratch at him.

The red haired man had a smirk on his face as he dodged her, blocking her every attack, “Oh~♪ what have I told you about using all your energy on your muscle, dear~?” He cooed, then grabbed her by the neck, squeezing tightly and holding her in the air like that, “Oh poor thing.. so used to fighting opponents as incompetent as yourself, you think rapid attacks will get you an easy win, don’t you~?♡” He spoke to her so arrogantly, rage seethed inside of her.

“Aah-!! Ggaah!!” She choked, kicking and clawing at Hisoka’s large hand as she looked at him with pure venom in her eyes.

Hisoka licked his lips and leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Once you use up all of your energy, your little body won’t be able to take it anymore, you’ll strain your little muscles to death~♡”

Y/n growled and chomped down on his shoulder, growling and sinking her teeth into him, tearing through the fabric and piercing his porcelain skin. That didn’t seem to make Hisoka flinch, he chuckled and took his other hand to place it on the side of her thigh, holding her leg up while she still insisted on squirming, “Oh baby~ you must be so sore..~” he whispered, the tips of his fingers slithered under the hem of her shorts, “You’re a strong one, baby~ But not that bright~♤”

After getting in a few more quips, Hisoka flung her into the air once more, then leaped up. He kicked her until she hit the ceiling, earning loud noises from the crowds. Y/n screamed as she flailed and fell, but Hisoka had attached himself to one of the rafters so he could have enough time to get another hit in. He leaped down, punching Y/n in the jaw.

“Holy sh- Eh, -crap I can’t believe it!!!” The announcer shouted, standing up out of her seat and holding the mic closer to her face, “This is probably the juiciest fight we’ve ever had here!!”

Y/n came crashing to the ground, causing another large intent in the concrete stage.

Hisoka had landed gracefully on his feet, smirking as he stood tall on his side of the floor, “Had enough, princess~?♡” He smirked, licking the edge of a card before tossing it at her. Y/n growled and swatted the card away as she slowly rose again, trembling slightly as she did so. Blood was dripping down her face and from the corner of her mouth, she could barely keep her left eye open.

“Was that two hits? Two points, Hisoka is in the lead!!” The ref shouted and earned more cheers from the crowd. Throughout the entire match they seemed to flip flop sides.. they were cheering for whoever was in the lead at that point.

“So resilient~♡” Hisoka licked his lips, but then he shifted to a more somber expression, she was too injured.. he couldn’t keep letting her do this; “It’s not too late to forfeit, Y/n..~♪”

“Shut up!!” She shouted, lowering her head and spitting out excess blood on the stage before striking at Hisoka again. She must’ve regained some stamina.. because her attacks were even more brutal than before. Y/n’s muscle mass had increased, she was fast— Hisoka was being flung all over the stage, he was getting dizzy from how much her blows were spinning his head around.

Y/n’s aura, he’d never seen this part of her ability before, it was incredible— Hisoka was too lost in his own marveling that a sharp kick to his chest caught him off guard, he was sent flying into the air once more, but then suddenly slammed down on the stage.

“UNBELIEVABLE!! This is the first time Hisoka has ever been tackled to the ground!!! Take pictures while you can, folks, this is a one in a life time experience!!!”

Y/n gripped his shoulder tightly to harshly flip him over on his back. Before the stunned magician could try to attack or even get up, Y/n was punching him in the face, over and over again with no sign of stopping. The crowd was loosing their minds, and Hisoka was still shocked and mesmerized by the intense aura.. was this really his same little girl?! Or did she somehow sneak out and replace herself with this beast. No.. it was Y/n, her aura.

This is amazing~, Hisoka lost a couple of teeth, She’s so brutal~! Yes..~ Keep going, you make me so proud darling~!

Y/n came down from her high, her muscles relaxed and her vision was clear enough for her to see the damage she did to Hisoka. She was panting heavily, blood mixed with saliva rolled down her chin as she looked at him. They locked eyes; but neither of them could read each other’s expressions.

“Y/n is back in the lead!!! One more hit and she’ll be our next female floor master!!” The announcer yelled into the mic as the crowd cheered her on.

Y/n slowly stood up, looking down at Hisoka as he just lied there, still stunned and amazed by the incredible aura he had just witnessed. She pressed her lips together and looked up at the crowd, her ears were ringing, but she could hear them faintly chanting her name over and over. Y/n looked down at Hisoka once more before she collapsed to the ground, softly wheezing as her vision slowly faded to black.

Hisoka gasped and stirred, he pulled himself up and scrambled to her limp body. “Y/n..” he held her in his arms. The crowd went silent, unsure of what was happening. Hisoka panicked as he looked at her bloody body in his arms, he quickly checked her pulse; he was relieved to find out she was still breathing but anxiety still pulled at him. He cursed at himself for letting her go on for this long, but right now he needed to focus on helping her.

“I loose this match. Y/n deserves the win.” He muttered to the referee, who was scared stiff when Hisoka spoke to him. All he did was nod as he watched the magician walk off with that little girl in his arms.

Hours passed and Y/n was still resting in bed, she was cold and shivering, wheezing and struggling to breath. Hisoka had tended to her wounds and cleaned her body, now all he had to do was wait until she regained consciousness. Hisoka gently stroked her, trying not to touch any of her injuries, “It’s ok, bunny..” he leaned in and gently kissed her on the forehead, “You did so good~♡”

“Mm..” Y/n winced and squirmed, making Hisoka gasp. He held her gently to try and steady her, “Shh, shh.. mind your injuries, darling.” He mumbled, “It’s ok, just rest~♡”

Her tired, e/c eyes began to open, she looked up at him and blinked, “Huh.. did I win?” She whispered, coughing up a small drop of blood. Hisoka held a water bottle up to her lips and chuckled, “Yes~ you won~” he cooed, “You fought like an animal, my dear~♪”

Like a newborn calf nursing on a bottle, Y/n gulped down the water, holding onto his wrist as she drank. “Easy~ the water isn’t going anywhere, princess~♢” Hisoka teased and patted the side of her head, “But.. I thought you didn’t care for arena fighting, why did you challenge me to begin with~?”

“I don’t care about the arena” She mumbled after she finished gulping down water, “You said I couldn’t beat ass without my guns, so.. I proved you wrong.” She shrugged and sat up, whimpering and holding onto her injured side. Hisoka leaned forward and held her, “Don’t sit up so fast..” he scolded, “And.. that wasn’t what i said, dear~♤”

“It was basically what you said, and don’t tell me what to do.” Y/n huffed and squirmed in his arms. “No, what I said was your guns were useless and you should rely more on your nen.♤ Silly girl~” he cooed at her and kissed her cheek. Y/n grumbled, but then looked at Hisoka with wide, doe eyes, “What the hell?! You’re still bleeding out!!” She squeaked and slid out from his arms, leaning over to reach for the first aid kid on the side table, “And you talk to me about taking care of myself..” she frowned and yanked Hisoka close to her by his hair, dabbing at his cuts with a cotton ball.

“Oh..~ sorry bunny I must’ve forgot.” He chuckled and held her waist, watching her as she doctored on him. Y/n bit her bottom lip, blushing at the names he called her. Hisoka smiled to himself, he could always make her blush so easily.. it was quite cute, actually, “You’re adorable~♡” He whispered. Y/n flustered and leaned back, pouting at him as her cheeks grew an even brighter shade of red, “I’m trying to fix you, stop it!!” She huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “This might hurt a little, just don’t think about it.” She mumbled, then quickly popped Hisoka’s broken nose back into place.

Hisoka only flinched for a second, but only because it was so sudden, he rubbed his nose a little and chuckled, “You should tend to my wounds more often~♡” he joked, his other hand rubbed her thigh. “Yeah, you should.” Y/n giggled and stuck her tongue out at him, “Now take your shirt off and lay on your side.” She told him, peeling back the covers.

“Very well~” Hisoka snickered and stood up. He walked to his side of the bed while he took his top off, he tossed it on the floor and told himself he’d deal with the laundry in the morning— oh no, Y/n was rubbing off on him.

The bed creaked as Hisoka sat down, back against the headboard. Y/n crawled into his lap, spreading out the contents of the first aid kit onto the blankets, “Sorry for hurting you.” She said as she applied ointment and bandages to his wounds. “..That’s the entire point of a battle, princess.” Hisoka shook his head and giggled. Y/n pouted and kissed one of the bandage covered injuries, “Yeah well, I’m still sorry. Deal with it.” She mumbled and wrapped some gauze around his injured midsection.

Hisoka leaned his head back and held Y/n’s hips, letting himself feel soothed by her soft touch and her comforting presence. It amazed him how just moments before she was letting out the more horrifying aura, but now she was her regular sweet and gentle self, well— she was only sweet and gentle around him but it was the same thing. He looked down at her again and tilted her head up, his finger under her chin, “Honey~ I want you to know I love you~♡” he looked into her eyes, then smiled when he saw her cheeks begin to go pink once again.

“I-I know that.” Y/n wiggled her head away and looked back down, fiddling her fingers on Hisoka’s chest as she puffed her cheeks out. The magician laughed and held her face up again, “Oh baby, I love you~” he kissed her on the lips, “My doe eyed little princess~♡” he kissed her again, and again. Over and over while she squirmed and whined, her face was red all over, “I knowww!!” She huffed. “Mwah~ mwah~” he kissed both of her cheeks, then the tip of her nose, “You’re so soft, like a flower petal~♡”

“Hisoka!!” Y/n growled and balled her hands into little fists at Hisoka’s chest.

“I’m just teasing, honey.. I just don’t want you to beat yourself up over our match~” he sighed, placing a hand on her back and holding her close to his chest, “You did great~ you were amazing~♡” he closed his eyes and reminisced.

“It was a nice fight~ A little bit of fun with my girl while I wait for my match with Chrollo..~” Hisoka smiled and playfully bounced her a bit on his lap.

Y/n yawned, her eyes were half lidded as she leaned against Hisoka’s chest, she was quiet, letting Hisoka stroke her back up and down with the tips of his nails, her eyes closed for a moment before she opened them again, “Who do you think would win, me or Chrollo?” She asked him.

Hisoka didn’t skip a beat, “Chrollo~” he chuckled, then relished her cute, angry reaction, “Nothing personal darling..~ But I meant what I said, you’re not that bright~♪” he booped her nose, “Maybe if you used your head instead of your fists, you might have a small chance~”

“I use my head!!”

“Head-butting doesn’t count, princess~♢”

Y/n stammered, then grumbled as she crossed her arms and slumped back against Hisoka’s chest again. Hisoka grinned and wrapped his strong arms around her, he made sure to hold her close, his nose buried at the top of her head. Y/n was his, and his alone, his little firecracker.

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lumeha · 1 year

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Assorted thoughts after playing the beginning of Engage (I am now going back to finish P5R after a little parenthesis without computer) :

I like Lumera. Look. She's a dead mom sure but. She's awkward and she's affectionate and she's a dragon. I like Lumera : )

But that death scene was fucking ridiculous why was it so long T-T

Clanne and Louis have been MVP from the start. I'm so glad they buffed armored units it makes them really fun to play, while actively having to watch out for magic units. It's good !

Sommie. I love Sommie. I made audible cooing noises the first time Sommie followed me around

Still waiting to get that heart eyes character but I like Jean, and I like Alfred a lot too. I'm also glad to see the Emblems around honestly, it's nice, and some models are really really pretty, I love Celica's a lot !!

Maps and gameplay are generally pretty solid and fun to go around ! I'm enjoying them quite a lot honestly.

Flip side, I don't love Framme from the little I've seen her in supports, and I. hated Alcryst' introduction. Gods I hated Alcryst's introduction. Absolutely terrible. That over the top groveling on the floor killed any interest I had in him :

Hortensia's voice is - it sure is something ? T-T

(lays on the floor) some cutscenes need to be cut down they are so long for nothing much

I'll pick the game back up when I have finished P5R. Which is probably soon-ish, but I kind of have the whole endgame to do, and then the 3rd Semester, so, uh, no, I still have a good chunk to go through lmao but still

#barks.txt #Fire Emblem #Lumeha plays Engage

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ciaossu-imagines · 1 year

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Admin prompt 12

“Describe yourself how you would describe a character you’re introducing”

I am extremely curious 👀👀

Also I hope no one is bullying you in the asks box! Haven't asked for a bit because I was worried you got overwhelmed.

Att. Saiyuki boys person

Thank you so much for checking on me! You’re so incredibly sweet, my Saiyuki boys anon! (Also, like, bless you and the one other Saiyuki follower I have for helping keep this fandom alive!) I actually only had one more rude message after those first couple I complained about, so I lucked out there. I think, because I addressed them publicly in a separate post, without naming them or publishing their words, they didn’t quite get the attention I’m sure they were after and moved on, which I’m very happy for and I had so many supportive readers, so thank you all once again. And thank you for this really interesting, surprising request, though Goddamn, I admit it’s probably the hardest thing I’ve ever written because when asked to describe myself, I tend to just give basic stats – height, eye and hair colour, visible markings…basically, whatever you’d note down when conducting an autopsy, haha! I have rewritten this countless times and am just saying fuck it, and I’m just going to bore everyone by narrating the last ten to fifteen minutes of my life as if I was writing a scene in a book.

A sudden gust of wind whipped by, blowing her hair all over the place. Oh well, it was messy anyway, hastily whipped up into a bun held in place by a pen when an elastic couldn’t be found quickly enough for her liking. Taking one last draw off her cigarette, eyes taking in the gorgeous blue of the sky as her thoughts wandered, she half-turned and tossed the cigarette into the butt can, dousing it with the bottle of water she kept outside for just that reason. She sighed and allowed herself to bask just a bit longer in the warmth and atmosphere of the day outside as she pulled out her phone and scrolled through the to-do list she’d made for the day yet again. Ticking off the latest completed task, she shook her head and, half-smiling that crooked smile of hers, stood and stretched before heading back inside.

Her feet padded audibly across the floors of her apartment and though she tried to avoid the creaky spot in the floor, she hit it once again, not quite used to her new place enough to have guessed the correct spot. Damn…she hoped she didn’t have neighbours trying to sleep underneath her. Though she was surprisingly light on her feet and quick for both her size and height, she always worried she was making just a bit too much noise when it came to disturbing her neighbours.

Making her way quickly into her kitchen, with the click of a button she set the coffee going into her favourite mug (chipping now, but she hated to throw it out – who knew when she’d find another Inigo Montoya mug, after all?). Her thoughts seemed to be going a million miles a minute, so many ideas and plots and stories whooshing around without rhyme or reason, and she groaned, lifting a hand to rub at her tired eyes, pushing her glasses up into her mess of dark hair. She should probably clean those while she waited, honestly, and she reached up to pull the thick-rimmed tortoiseshell frames from their perch before giving them an almost thoughtless, habitual wipe with the bottom edge of the baggy, stained, ripped but incredibly comfortable Nirvana hoodie that was always her go-to on writing days.

The coffee shut off and she prepared to add in the usual, swinging herself up on the little pink stool in the kitchen to reach the cupboard where she kept the creamer and sugar. It seemed that no matter where she lived, kitchens just really weren’t built for short people. Even standing on tiptoes, she was just barely able to reach the second shelf of the upper cupboards…God, someday, she swore she’d have enough money to buy a place and have the kitchen custom built for people five feet and under. See how all those tall people struggled then!

Her feet knew just where to go though, after she tossed the spoon in the sink, and with coffee in hand, she headed back to her desk and the computer. A click of the mouse brought the word document back up onto the screen and her brown eyes scanned the sentences already typed onto the page. Small, broad hands, stubby fingered, with nails kept almost brutally short but brightly polished (chipping – she’d have to redo that before work tomorrow) settled onto the keyboard. Please let me find all the words this time, all the sentences to get my thoughts properly to all of them, she prayed before the air was filled with the sound of keystrokes, fast and forceful.

#event ask #about the admin #i have such sweet readers

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magsey02 · 1 year

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season i episode i: y/n l/n origin (part i)

June 29th, 2139 - Japan

1st pov

every day was a bad day for me. for everyone in my house. but some days just really really sucked. especially tonight. it had gotten so bad,and so out of hand tonight that I just ran. ran as fast as I could. faster than I've ever run. just to escape for a moment and feel the sweet tranquility I longed for. It's not that I could enjoy it though. the pain and agony I felt attacked my body and was a constant reminder that I was not okay. and that I certainly wouldn't be okay once I got back home. My bare feet scraped across the pavement as my footsteps echoed through the calm dusk of summer; tears glowed and glistened on my cheeks like diamonds; my forearm, bruised and littered with purple and blue blotches brushed against my face attempting to brush the floods of tears away. I could feel the bandages messily wrapped around my arms and my legs come loose and wave around gently as I ran to nowhere in particular. I only wanted to get away from the noise and scene that was going on in my house. The rips in my now ruined nightgown exposed my tan/pale/dark skin allowing the wind to hit and whip me harshly. My tired eyes were red, sore, and puffy leaving me helpless to blurry vision. The slow drops of dark red blood that oozed out from my left eye dripped onto my clothes and the floor. I could feel my body betray me, my legs started to grow achey and struggle to hold myself upright. I was honestly surprised i'd gotten this far without my father chasing me or some passerby noticing my wrecked, dilapidated state. I bit my lip harshly realizing that soon I'd collapse and drop into exhaustion. The thought to 'stop running' brushed my mind but (in contrast) the terrifying thought and memory of my furious father played in my head, like a casette. My eyes widened as I let out a loud sob fearing the inevitable. Abruptly I felt a sharp pain shoot through my right foot (stupid stone, making me lose my balance). I didn't protest falling; squeezing my eyes shut and bracing for the impact. Although instead of the hard concrete, I'd fallen into the back of someone's soft, cotton dress, hitting their leg, and bouncing back off. Hitting the pavement earning a few scrapes on my elbows. Quickly, I shot my head up to face whoever I'd hit. I pressed my small hands into loose fists and gripped my chest, crumpling my clothing.

"i... I am so so sor..sorry!" I meekly spoke tears pricking my eyes

I felt my chest heave and anxiety consumed my body, crippling it. I tried inching myself back but couldn't even get my body to move. My ears rang and my vision became blurry. the blonde woman id run into: her concerns weren't audible anymore; all I could see was a blurry mess. But suddenly I didn't feel the gut-wrenching pain coming from my eye anymore. My eyelids felt heavy and were forcing themselves shut, feeling my back about to give out, I shut them tight letting everything go black.

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3rd pov

"H..Huh? Oh my god!! Are you alright hon? where did you come from?!"

The woman worriedly asked. She bent down, examining the child's face with her deep crimson eyes. The small girl gave no response, only more tears trickled down her soft cheeks as she stared at the blood stain she just imprinted on the stranger's cardigan. The ash-blond put a hand to her mouth in shock as she took in the child's state. Suddenly the smaller girl collapsed back onto the hard concrete, just before her head made contact with the floor the lady quickly held onto her back. With worry present in her eyes she cradled the poor girl and turned to face her husband and son, who had been watching from behind her leg

"mom whos that?"

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1st pov

Only one of my eyes opened as I regained consciousness, my pupils dilated adjusting to the soft, cozy lights around me. After blinking a few times I carefully propped myself up on the bed to take look at my surroundings...I felt.. warm? and things were quiet? I could see the room was decorated wealthily but with care... it didn't look like my home at all and it definitely didn't feel like my home. I looked down at my own body, I had many bandages securely wrapped around my limbs and I'd been changed into someone else's clothes.... they had to be my age as they surprisingly fit me quite well! I smiled at the All Might character on the shirt, he was one of my favorite heroes after all! My dainty hand reached toward my face feeling the damp bandages that covered my left eye. I remembered why I'd been running now. why I was even here?! Panic then set in. i'd been out and missing way too long. I was for sure dead when I got back home. I leaped off the bed, the grey shorts I was wearing falling down ever so slightly from being too baggy, I began scrambling around the room trying to find a window I could get out of...just anything! I needed to get home as fast as possible! I had climbed up a shelf and tried to jump atop the window ledge but missed a few centermeters. I made a loud thud as I fell back to the floor. Shortly after the women from before had run into the room. I looked up at her with fear bubbling in my eyes, moving away from her ever so slightly

"Oh, my I'm so happy you're alright!! what happened back there?...I only want to help"

I thought about telling her, but going back to thinking about why this all started why my eye had been bleeding so intensely in the first place...I couldn't even get any words out before choking on my own tears. Surprisingly instead of scolding me, the kind woman just held me in a tight embrace

"Please don't cry...I understand if you feel you can't tell me.." she said looking toward the floor with sadness. She lifted her head up and held my hands gently "I'm Bakugou Mitsuki, but please call me Mitsuki okay?"

I nodded my head slowly and smiled weakly at her.

"let me take you to the lounge and I'll talk with my husband about getting you home safely" she paused briefly with a more serious look on her face " and hopefully have a talk with your parents about making sure you're alright..." she sighed gently, cupping her warms hand over mine as i followed her quickly. i thought about how lucky I was to not be recognized, i was still pretty young so I hadn't been featured in the media so much. If she figured out that my father was the number 2 hero, this evening could've ended a lot worse. As we got to the living room Mitsuki bent down at my level

"alright I'll just be a few minutes, please get comfortable" she generously smiled as she gestured toward the couch.

She quickly made her way towards the kitchen as I took in my surroundings once again, it really was beautifully decorated. I moved towards the front of the couch where i saw a young blonde boy sitting, making me jump back in shock.

"Eh? You're still here?" he spoke

caught off guard by his brazen question I found myself struggling for the right words and started to stutter a little

"oh..I uhh...I'm sorry i..." I bite my lip at my stupidity

"Hey wait! calm down.." The ash-blonde yelled as he jumped up "'m sorry.. that was rude" he mumbled, taking a few steps towards me "just..tell me your name"

"y/n Akiyma.." I spoke smiling gently regarding my composure "thank you for letting me into your house" I bowed "oh! What's your name?

"Hmph... I'm Katsuki and I'm gonna be the next number-one hero! so uhh.. you're welcome for meeting me!" he announced proudly, hands on his hips

I giggled "You like heroes too! Well, you're in luck 'cus I'm gonna be the next All might!" I laughed, playing along with his speech (although for him this was in all seriousness)

"You like All Might too!" he spoke excitedly

"of course! he's the bravest and oh kindest person I've ever seen! I wanna be just like him!

Katsuki smirked brightly at me. He'd cheered me up really well (whether it was intentional or not)

" well uh, when I'm the number 1 hero I'm gonna need a sidekick...and I don't want some lame one either so uh do you want to play heroes and be the sidekick...?" he lightly blushed

"I'd love playing heroes sure! But uhh what are the rules?" I asked

"Well, let's see..."

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3rd pov

Mitsuki had finished talking with her husband, she figured she wouldn't be able to get y/n to tell her what had happened...judging from the girl's skittishness and constant fear. The thought of child abuse had crossed her mind but... she lived in a nice neighborhood and no parent could do that to their child... right? She did find it odd that whilst carrying the girl she begged and pleaded to not be taken to the hospital... why wouldn't she want to go? maybe she's got an irrational fear some children develop. the thought stuck with her for a while

"maybe she had gotten beaten up by some local bullies... there is that one group of older kids that seem to enjoy picking on everyone..." she mumbled trying to find a reasonable explanation. But nothing felt reasonable once she remembered and reflected on the severity of the girl's injuries. A cold daunting shiver ran up Mitsuki's spine. The girl had been badly beaten, her left eye was pouring with blood and once she'd finished cleaning the girl up she could see the cut made inside the child's eye; her arms were practically purple with the number of bruises in them. although she wasn't sure how old these bruises were. As worry settled in the pit of her stomach she knew she had to take y/n home and it would be best to talk with her parents to see if everything was okay. She walked back to where she'd left y/n in the living room but she wasn't anywhere to be found

"Honey?" she called out, but no response. Frantically she searched all around the house and under all the beds but she couldn't find her. Realizing she hadn't checked the garden she dashed over to the back of the house and slid the back door open. only to come across the most heartwarming sight she could've seen after that day. her son playing and laughing with this young girl... yes he smiled before of course but it never looked so genuine. And this little girl who she'd seen so terrified a few moments ago looked so happy and joyful. Mitsuki teared up sight as she lent against the door admiring the two playings. She let them play for a few more minutes but had to interrupt to the duo's dismay to take y/n home.

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"I'm sorry honey but your parents must be worried sick... we should get you home"Mitsuki spoke " Would you be able to give me some directions to your house?" she smiled

The brightness in my eyes faded in disappointment I really don't want to leave... it's so lovely here. Nonetheless, I have to go back home. I was about to give her some directions but Katsuki quickly spoke up

"NO! I don't want her to go! We were having fun playing heroes... and she was gonna tell me about her quirk!" Katsuki protested holding onto my shirt

"Katsuki...she has a family too 'yknow... plus y/n you are always welcome to come round again and stay for dinner" Mitsuki smiled

Katsuki gripped my shirt tighter, I turned towards him and laughed gently "don't worry I'll come back" I hugged him quickly and gave him a wobbly smile as I walked over to Mitsuki

"thank you for the game! I'll try to remember the rules for next time" deep down I knew there probably won't be a next time....my father would never let me

Mitsuki and I reach the door I turn my head back to wave, giving Katsuki a worried look. the realization is now truly sinking in that I'm dead once I get home. I tell Mitsuki brief directions and rough whereabouts where I live, if she knew she'd for sure find out that I'm 'Synodic's' daughter.

"oh! you actually live very close to us. Are you okay to walk there?" Mitsuki kindly asks and I of course nod as she takes her hand in mine

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We'd walked for a while and I noticed we were getting close to my house. quickly I stood in front of her and bowed "thank you so much for taking care of me I cannot express my gratitude towards you" I smiled contently " don't worry about walking me any further my house is very close"

"O-oh! Of course honey, I hope you're feeling a lot better but please go to the doctor! It was a very serious injury... I was hoping to talk with your parents about-"

"I uh... they're not in I'm so sorry!" I lied, I didn't like lying to her but I had to... "they're, unfortunately...overseas creating new...protective...quirk laws for people in developing countries..! My carer will arrive soon so I won't be on my own"

I smiled nervously at her. "Oh.. okay" Mitsuki started, I think she believed me "well... you know when I said you're welcome to come again and have dinner... i really mean it..." She paused for a momment before continuing. "We'd love to see you again," she said squeezing my cheek gently. I wrapped my arms around her and she held me in a tight embrace for a few seconds... I've never done this with my mother before...

"I'd love to someday.. I'll ask my parents when they're back...thank you so much... for your kindness Mitsuki"

"please take care" she waved and just like that I disappeared quickly and hastily made my way down an alley unnoticed and headed to my house in another neighborhood.

I really hope I see the Bakugou family again...but i knew that wouldn't be the case and this lingering thought or hope that one day i could have dinner with them would hoeplessly remain meerly an idea.

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reflection/notes end of chapter 1woohoo!

it definitely took a while to write but I can't wait to continue the story

I hope I left y/n pretty customizable apart from the eye injury but I hope you don't mind

hope u enjoyed the chapter please let me know if you did :)

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fragileizy · 10 months

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thoughts of the movie (spoilers!!)

i don’t think it needed to be a musical ish but i’ll never turn down songs! i think the best song was def the one where tikki convinced her to become ladybug the first time. it reminded me of maui in “you’re welcome” with all the things she talked about ladybug has done throughout the years

adrien being a depressed emo child is the Funniest thing. i love it. he’s so teenager. oh my god. i’m eating it up. he’s so angsty. on a serious note, adrien yelling at his dad about how he lost his dad when his mom died, it was PERFECTION

meanwhile, the things that i would do with disheveled gabriel is something that i would have to put under a spoiler bar in its own right because it’s downright nasty. screw the miraculous i think i’d fundamentally change him by the time we were done. i want to be adrien’s new stepmother.

plagg is such a stinker. he’s my favorite

i love love love unironically that marinette’s family owns an electric kombi. i love the volkswagen propaganda in general it’s so wonky and silly and i’m stealing this for my fics

the scene of the two of them in the library…….. her meeting him for the first time…… my god. i’m screaming. i need to write that for my own au’s. it was an absolute delightful meeting, so perfect and precious. i can imagine the other way around, adrien peering over the stack of books after feeling overwhelmed of being at school for the first time ever and feeling so out of place, only to see a girl grumbling over her math homework, and he’s just like :O oh…. pretty girl……..

the yoyo making noise (miraculous theme song!!) everytime she uses it is Such a cute feature. yes yes yes yes!!!

the banter is adorable. so season 1!!!!

the mime miming out that he had a gun in his hands audibly made me gasp. is that allowed???????????? mylene’s dad is canonically an inmate????? this is So interesting omg

luka, though he does absolutely nothing in this movie except talk to nathaniel and look pretty, does an amazing job at doing both of those things. i think he should be given many kisses. i volunteer!!!!!!!!!

the movie was exactly what i thought it would be; a rehash of the first season, condensed into 1 hour and change, where the novelty and the wonder and the excitement for the story is alive and gleaming. i’m exceptionally impressed at how cute, how fresh, and how silly the movie was. it was really, really solid, especially since the reveal was soft and sweet. icing on the cake!!

#speakizys #miraculous spoilers #miraculous movie spoilers

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soupbabe · 2 years

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your lost boys/fat reader posts mean so much to me!! it is So hard to find fat reader-specific imagines or fics in any fandom but especially in this one Dx so tbh this is just a general request for more tlb-specific fat reader content (and if i rly want to specify i'd love to see marko-specific content bc he's my favorite :']) anyway thank u and have a good one <3

His Clothes (Marko x Fat! Reader)

Reader wants to wear Marko's clothes

Shsjshksns I'm so glad you like my stuff that much, I love making plus size reader content <3 and I'm so happy they mean a lot to you <33

Also?? Is the ending of these cheesy? Yeah kinda </3

You and Marko's size difference was apparent, you both knew that. It wasn't anything you ever worried about or second-guessed; Marko adored it as much as you. He would constantly remind you about it through his playful catcalls and lingering touches. It devolved into a minor aspect of your life and the relationship, until you saw Michael give Star his jacket.

It was a scene that became ingrained into your mind and sparked something you wanted to do with Marko: wear his clothes.

Every couple does it, one of the most prolific passive displays of affection. To have a piece of him to keep during the daytime, to show your friends and family the art of your lover was something you enjoyed daydreaming about in your free time.

Marko heard about your idea before and he was adamant about it, finding the thought of you in his clothes exciting. From the possessiveness of the gesture to how his jacket would shine brightly along with you. He knows he's smaller and it would never be a perfect fit, but even the thought of a crop top fitting snugly on you, bringing out your curves, made him feel giddy. He's gotten you to try his clothes on before and while he enjoyed it, proved by the wolf-whistle he let out when his eyes met the white crop top adorning your body, he also saw how uncomfortable with the shirt hugging your body

And so he rummaged through the rooms of the cave and piles of scrap fabric, an idea in hand.

The loud rumbling of a motorcycle engine could be heard outside your window. Along with it came a lone holler of your boyfriend. It didn't take long for you to rush down to meet him and you were greeted with Marko giving a teasing smirk paired with a wave. He got off of his bike, hiding a brown paper bag behind him. "C'mon, you're not going to give me a proper hello?" You gave a light-hearted huff as you wrapped your arms around the vampire and he did the same, only sealing the interaction off with a kiss.

Marko lifted up and swung the bag side to side, the crinkling noise catching your attention. You smiled at him, "D'ya get me something?" His smirk never left his face, "No, just close your eyes, stuck your hands out, and let me do my magic. I'm keeping it a surprise." You did as he said and for a moment all you heard was the crinkling of the bag before a weight was placed in your hands. There was a variety of textiles; all from standard cotton, to leather, and even sequence could be felt.

"You can open your eyes now." Marko's voice could now be heard behind you. Your eyes glanced from him to the present in your hands. The brightly colored patches made you gasp:

It was Marko's jacket.

You didn't even notice he didn't have it on. "I didn't come all this way to see you just hold it, y'know. Try it on for me." His eyes lit up in amusement as your mouth hung open. It took a while for you to regain your composure and unfolded the jacket. The piece of clothing noticably became bigger, a new panel added with a multitude of patches decorated onto it. As you put on the jacket, a couple of laughs slipped out of you. It fits.

It fits and it fits comfortably.

Your voice came in a barely audible whisper, "Oh my god.." Arms wrapped around your soft waist, Marko's breath was felt behind the neck. "Thanks for giving me the idea of letting you steal my clothes." An arm trailed from your sides to the cuff of a sleeve. "Can't say I regret a thing, you look hot in my clothes." His sentiment made you laugh and turn around to give him the full view of his jacket.

Marko's eyes shamelessly scanned your body and he smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "No words can describe how much this means to me, Marko. I love you so much." He soon pulled you into a passionate kiss, only pulling away when you had to tap out for breath. "I love you too, Y/n."

Soon enough he got back on his bike and pat the space behind him. "Now c'mon, I want the boardwalk to see you tonight."

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys x reader #tlb marko x reader #marko x reader #tlb marko #slasher x reader #slashers #horror movie x reader #slasher fanfic #x plus size reader #chubby reader

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sserpente · 4 years

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Raw Desire

Synopsis: Something is wrong with him. Something none of the Avengers, including Thor, understand. When Loki turns into his Jötun form unwillingly and begins to act in a very primal and aggressive way, their solution for the problem is to lock him up in a cell below the compound until it’s all over. It’s a disease, perhaps, one which only Frost Giants can develop. Only Loki is not sick. Loki is in heat--and his Jötun body will not rest until his most carnal desires have been satisfied...

Words: 9176 Warnings: Jötun!Loki, smut, fluff, symptoms of addiction

A/N: You wanted some Jötun!Loki, I wanted some Jötun!Loki... so here we go. Enjoy, everyone! 😏

Additional NSFW Warnings: breeding kink (a little bit, anyway), Loki is in heat (kind of, duh), lack of aftercare (at first...)

His antagonising scream tore through the entire compound. You flinched, alarmed. Loki. The heart-breaking sound of pain tugging at your nerves was followed by a loud thump—like a heavy metal door falling shut, locked for good. It had come from the cellar, where the Avengers stored weaponry and ammunition; along with provisory but secure prison cells of Wakandan technology for criminals until they could be handed over to the authorities.

When you reached the source of the rousing noise, you almost knocked straight into Thor. His muscly back resembled a thick fleshy wall that would break your bones if you collided with him with too much force and speed.

“What happened?” Out of breath, you moved around him—facing the culprit of the commotion. The eerie flickering camera right outside the cell door showed Loki knocking his fists repeatedly against the metal door. His knuckles were already bloody from the repeated impact, yet the door would not budge. Much more concerning, however, was his appearance. Loki’s skin—every inch revealed to the naked eye anyway—was blue, his otherwise enchanting blue eyes sparkling with mischief of a deep blood-red. Countless, unique and fleshy lines formed a complex pattern on his arms and the back of his hands, even his face and neck. Your lips parted, both in shock and surprise at what your eyesight had revealed to you.

“He’s losing his fucking mind.” Tony responded for Thor before the Thunderer could even open his mouth in defence. He came tramping into the room as mad as you had never experienced him, tapping away on a tablet in the process. “I told you it was bad idea to bring him back here, Point Break! What were you thinking?”

“Can anybody tell me what is going on?! Why is he… like this? Is he in pain?”

“In pain?! He almost killed Nat. If Wanda hadn’t interfered…” Tony did not finish the sentence—regardless, the threat of what consequences there would have been for the God of Mischief was clearly audible.

“This was unlike him. He had no reason to…”

“No? He pounced on her like a… like a…”

“Beast?” Bruce added matter-of-factly. His hands were in his pocket when he approached the scene and patted Thor on the back in an attempt of providing comfort.

“Maybe… maybe this isn’t his fault, Stark. I know my brother, he’s never acted like this before!” The God of Thunder roared in defence, his arms crossed.

“Yeah,” Tony retorted sarcastically. “You know your brother so well he even tried to kill us all. Three times. No. This man is evil. Look at him!”

Petrified, you risked another peek. Loki was downright animalistic, his fists still working the metal cell door. He was getting weaker, worn out—like the fire in his red eyes was slowly being extinguished to make way for weariness. There was something primal in his behaviour; something raw. You would be ignorant to deny it scared you.

“Tony,” you began, forcing your voice to cease the shaking, “What happened? Why did he attack Natasha? Was he hurt?” Your sudden concern for him was going to give you away. No, not sudden. It had always been there, hidden just beneath the surface of your heart. You had only kept it a secret because… because what?

Loki did not know you had been harbouring romantic feelings for him for a significant amount of time now. Dark, tall and mysterious, he matched not only your type but had hopelessly captured you with his melancholic and lonely nature, the grief in his stunning blue eyes. You refused to believe that Loki was evil, that he had ever truly wanted to harm his brother; and you were desperate to be his friend… and even more than that. But the God of Mischief had hidden his heart behind such a hard shell that you were worried you might never get him to open up to you.

You would by no means describe yourself as an altruistic person—but there was a both enamoured and depraved part of you which desired, longed, for him to like you back.

“Talk to me.” You stated, tilting your head when he flung his dagger at one of the battered punching bags in the training room.

“What?” He sounded almost scornful when he spun around to gift you an incredulous look.

“Talk to me, Loki. I want to know what’s going on in your mind. I thought I was… you are always so distant. You disappear in here every other night, you snap at everyone trying to speak to you. You look nervous, like something is trying to break out of you.” Like you are trying to get rid of monstrous amounts of bottled up energy, you added silently. “You seem so restless. What’s wrong?”

“What concern is that of yours?” He spat.

“See! That is exactly what I meant.”

Loki growled. “What do you want from me, (Y/N)?” You flinched when he used your full name as opposed to the nickname everyone called you by.

“Why? Why are you screaming at me, I’m just trying to help! Don’t you get it, Loki? I care about you. And I care about what you think, even if I am probably the only one in this bloody compound who does.” Now that was unfair. But it was also the truth. “Why are you pushing me away? Let me in…”

Desperately, you moved forward in an attempt to reach up and cup his face, only for him to grab your wrists and pull them away harshly.

“Let you in? All I have ever received in return for ‘letting someone in’ was hurt and hatred. Give me one good reason for why I should open up to you,” he mocked, releasing your hands as if they would burn his fingers if they lingered on your skin for too long. “Tell you about my sorrows.” Sorrows. He had sorrows.

“I am not them.” You simply said. “Not any of them. I am not Odin, not Thor, none of the Avengers.”

Blinking, you snapped out of your memory. You had had this tragic conversation only two nights ago. No matter what you had said, he would not tell you what was on his mind. Now you knew.

“Something is wrong with him.” You interrupted the discussion, one you had not paid any attention to, by silencing them with a loud and determined voice.

“You don’t say?”

“No, Tony, you don’t understand… Loki is… he is Jötun. Thor, has he ever voluntarily turned into his Jötun form?”

The God of Thunder thought about it for a moment—then, he shook his head. “No.” You gave him a meaningful look. “So… you think it has something to do with his species?”

You nodded slowly and swallowed.

“Then we keep him in here until he is better.” He concluded. Your eyes widened.

“What? Thor, no… you can’t keep him locked up in there! What if he doesn’t get better on his own? Are you going to incarcerate him forever?”

“That would be an improvement.” Tony tossed in bitterly.

“We have to help him.”

“We? (Y/N)…” Bruce remarked almost tauntingly.

“You’ll find us upstairs. We need to let the others know about… whatever this is.” Tony added. You gnashed your teeth when he and Bruce turned to leave. For an awkward moment, it was eerily still—right until another one of Loki’s screams tore through the uncomfortable silence. You flinched once more. He was howling in pain.

“You think it might be a disease only Frost Giants can get?” Thor asked with concern in his deep voice at last.

You shrugged apologetically. “Maybe…”

“Loki and I were going to return to Asgard next week. I shall ask around, one of the healers should be familiar with Jötun diseases.”

“Go as soon as you can. Your brother is in pain, Thor, can’t you hear that?”

The God of Thunder nodded absentmindedly. But if no one was going to do something about Loki’s suffering—whatever it was—immediately, you would do it alone. So you did what Loki would do first. You dug up his books.

Loki’s room was neat, tidy. The green bed had been made—there was not a single wrinkle in the fabric and the desk was all clean, not giving thin layers of dust only visible in the direct sunlight a chance. The books he had brought from Asgard, old, thick, yellowed and heavy, he had stored on a bookshelf higher than you could reach.

Sucking in a determined breath, you moved the desk chair in front of it. The polished wooden floor to your feet complained with an ear-piercing shriek as you did. Determined, you climbed up to study the titles. All of them were written in Nordic Runes, making you realise that your research would end up being a lot harder than you had initially assumed. You could not speak a word of Old Norse, let alone read those Runes. Never mind that… you needed answers—and Loki needed your help.

It took you two hours to go through the titles and have them translated via a website you had had to pay for (using Tony’s credit card details—desperate times called for desperate measures) to use its allegedly reliable services.

Then, finally, after what felt like half an eternity, you found a suitable page-turner. It was titled Mythical Creatures and Species across Yggdrasil—at least, that was what the website you used told you.

Eagerly, you opened the book searching frantically for the chapter on Frost Giants and began sucking up all the information you could get. The more you read… and the more you compared Loki’s symptoms to the described behaviour of Jötuns in the book, the more aghast you became. One thing was for sure. Loki was not sick. Loki was aroused.

Terror-stricken, you bookmarked the page, grabbed your phone and jumped to your feet, abandoning the pile of books on Loki’s floor. You needed to speak to Thor right now.

He was about to enter the bathroom when you found him, once again almost knocking into his broad form.

“I… I found something.” You choked out.

“What?”

“I found something… about Loki. Thor… he is not ill, not really, he is…” Biting your lower lip, you pushed the God of Thunder into the bathroom, shut the door behind you and sat down on the edge of the bathtub. “He is… aroused.”

“What?” He roared, blushing. “What do you mean he is aroused?”

“Look… I found this book, I…”

“You speak Old Norse?”

“No! I used… I used a translator. Thor, listen, please. It says here that to ensure their continued existence, male Frost Giants, every one-thousand years, experience the primal urge to copulate with females of their kind. Much like wolves or elves, this ‘heat’ usually begins with restlessness, extremely aggressive and possessive behaviour, unusual amounts of pent-up energy as well as an extreme hunger and loss of appetite at the very same time. Loki hasn’t showed up for lunch, dinner or breakfast and… he has been spending extraordinary times in the training room downstairs in the middle of the night lately. He barely sleeps, it seems.”

“Go on…”

“How old is Loki, Thor?”

“He is a little over one-thousand years… old.” He looked up in shock when he realised.

“That’s why he is in his Jötun form, Thor. He can’t control it, it’s not his fault, it’s… in his nature. God…” You had read it all, yet you were still working on processing it.

“This… it would explain why he tried to attack Nat. So… he is not in danger then?” Thor probed.

“No, not necessarily but—“

“So we can just wait until it is over.”

You frowned. “Until what is over?”

“His heat! If what you are saying is true and Loki’s behaviour derives from his heritage… if he cannot control his reactions, we have to keep him locked up and wait. We can’t have him ravish all the females in the compound.”

“But… he is in pain.”

An urgent knock on the bathroom door interrupted you.

“Hey, are you having a soap party in there? Other people need to use the bathroom too!” Closing the heavy book shut again, you rolled your eyes.

“There are at least three other bathrooms in this compound, Tony!”

“What are you two doing in here anyway?” He asked as he opened the door and leaned against the threshold when he spotted you two sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

“(Y/N) found out that Loki is… uh… in heat.”

“In heat?!” Tony repeated. “Like a cat?”

“No! It… has something to do with the procreation cycle of Jötuns. It… is in his nature.”

“Fuck…”

“Hey… language.” If you hadn’t recognised his voice, you would know it was Steve who joined your heated discussion. “What’s going on here?”

“Loki is in heat, like a cat.” Steve frowned.

“No, he isn’t! Not like a cat, this is…” Thor stood again before you could finish your sentence.

“It’s for the best, (Y/N). Down there, he’ll be save from getting himself into trouble.”

“Thor, wait! Loki is suffering! Soon, he will…”

“We can’t risk it, (Y/N)! He almost raped Natasha!” Tony barked. “And if you go near him, I’ll lock you up too. I’ve seen what he’s capable of, (Y/N). I will not let him hurt you.”

“He… he wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t.” You chirped. No. Loki would never deliberately take a woman against her will. If he did… no! Loki had in incredible amount of self-control and composure; and you knew how much he despised his own heritage. He would fight this—for as long as he could.

“Besides…” Tony added. “It wouldn’t be so bad if he got a taste of his own medicine.”

“Stop blaming Loki for your PTSD, Tony. That was Thanos’ doing and you know that.” You growled darkly. The billionaire paused for a moment.

“He is staying where he is,” he concluded then. “Until he’s gone back to normal.”

But you did not want to wait. You couldn’t. You had read about the symptoms in detail. In the book it said that moodiness and aggression were only the beginning. If Loki did not act on what his Jötun body demanded from him and… released, then soon, excruciating pain would torment his loins. Masturbation appeared to be out of the picture. You nibbled on your lower lip. This thought of yours invaded his privacy on a truly shameful level, yet you were certain that if sexual arousal had already been plaguing him for a significant amount of time before this outbreak of his, he would have tried to lay hand on himself already and learned it did not provide the necessary relief.

Sooner or later, he would no longer be able to suppress his erection—and it would not disappear until he… sheathed himself inside a female to fill her with his seed. Under different circumstances, the idea of him claiming a woman… you, in such a possessive manner would have aroused you tremendously yourself. As of right now, however, Loki was in agony. The pain, if ignored for too long, would only get worse—it could last up to months and even then the denial of sexual release could result in permanent damage to his loins and even his potency.

But there was no cure either. No potion or spell to contain a male Jötun’s heat which Thor could have forwarded to Asgardian healers.

It was past midnight when you stopped reading and translating—too appalled by how much more Loki would have to suffer if nothing was done about his… condition. The only way to make it stop… was to act on it.

Your lips parted in realisation. You liked him, very much so—and you found Loki incredibly attractive, dreaming of his hands on your body, even. Perhaps you could help him after all. You were not Jötun but… would his body really make a difference? This most primal part of him wished to mate with a female—and although you had never seen a female Jötun, you doubted they looked much different than you did down there.

You had to wait another thirty minutes until the lights in Tony’s lab finally went out and you could sneak through the compound and downstairs to the cells—and once you had made sure that Vision was nowhere to be found, you switched off the security camera for Loki’s cell and approached the thick metal door.

It was quiet. He had stopped screaming. There was no banging against the walls either. Yet when you unlocked the door and slipped inside, his appearance, cowering on the floor and leaning against the cool wall with bare feet, startled you to the core. Loki’s raven hair was completely dishevelled, his knuckles bruised and covered in dry blood. His Jötun appearance was downright intimidating and close up, even more fascinating. He was breathing heavily, the thin shirt he had been wearing underneath all of his armour torn in several places, revealing blue skin and in his dark leather trousers… there was a remarkable bulge.

You shivered slightly when his red eyes met yours. Slowly, he tilted his head. “What are you doing here?” He growled hoarsely but weakly.

“I… I want to help you.”

The God of Mischief snorted. “You cannot help me.”

Mutely, you shook your head. “I can. Loki… I… I know what’s happening with you.”

He snorted once more. “So do I.”

“Let me help you.” Taking a deep breath, you moved closer to him. He reacted immediately. Loki jerked, greedily, as if to grab you and pull you on his lap. He could barely stop himself. Yet you were convinced that he would not hurt you in this state… much. A wave of courage rolled over you—you were doing this for him; and you wouldn’t be doing it if you did not like him in this way. Regardless of what he thought of you after, if he could even imagine being with a mortal like that… you longed to stop his pain.

“Leave.” He said quickly when you kneeled down next to him, timidly resting your palms on his thighs. “No… I said… leave… while you still can.” You did not. In fact, you ignored his rather sincere warning. Slowly, to not tickle the sleeping dragon, you reached for the buttons of his leather trousers and began undoing them until he grabbed a hold of your wrists to stop you. He was ice cold.

“Have you… lost your mind?” Loki was cut off by a loud hiss escaping his lips when your fingertips brushed against his erection. He was large—much larger than he would be in his Aesir form, you presumed, and his cock too was blue and covered in dozens of ridges.

“It won’t go away on its own,” you whispered. “You know it won’t. It’s okay.”

Braver this time, you stroked him again, creating more skin on skin contact. Loki was still holding on to you tightly but made no move to stop you. The touch of a female… it must have been bringing some sort of relief already. Coming here had been the right decision.

“Loki…” You murmured. Finally, your hand closed around his incredibly hard cock entirely and you began to jerk him off—gently at first, only to pick up speed when his breathing grew even heavier than it already was. Defeated, he dropped his head against the wall, revealing his blue neck to you. “Please let me help you.” You repeated. “It’s okay. I trust you.” Upon those words, Loki’s eyes widened barely noticeably. Perhaps it was all he had needed to hear to lose his self-control and composure entirely.

Growling like a wild animal, he suddenly started at you, pushing you back firmly so you lost your balance like a beetle on its back, wrapped his ice cold hands around your ankles and pulled you into him. Your back collided with the floor, knocking all air out of your lungs. You gasped for air all the while Loki busied himself with your clothes. Any layer of fabric was too much. He wanted you naked for him. His sheer strength petrified you when he tore at your pyjamas and ripped them to pieces until they were scattered all over the cell. You trembled—but it wasn’t the icy temperature of his blue skin that made your limbs shake so much. It was, so you realised when your widened eyes fell on his massive erection, now fully springing free from his tight trousers, your own arousal growing into dizzying heights. This, whatever it was, excited you—maybe even way more than it should.

Once more, the God of Mischief grabbed your ankles, forcing your legs open. Your heart skipped a beat when he laid his blood-red eyes upon your bare pussy. Your lower lips must have been glistening with your juices in the artificial light of the cell. Loki growled, his long and cold fingers gripping your ankles so tightly you could already feel the bruises forming. Eagerly, he positioned himself between your legs, the tip of his hard and ice cold cock teasing your clit. A moan escaped your lips, urging him on. The fire in his eyes had returned, like your body had set his ablaze.

He spread you even further for him, your nails digging into the metal floor beneath you—and then he claimed you for his own. Inch by antagonising inch, he split you apart, sheathing himself so deep inside of you all air was knocked from your lungs yet again. He was ice cold and he was much larger than the average man; and you were beginning to understand that yes, female Jötuns were anatomically different than humans. Human women were not made for taking such long cocks… so why did every single powerful thrust of his feel so good?

Loki pulled out almost completely, with only the tip remaining inside of you, only to plunge back inside only the fraction of a second later, fucking you furiously. Your tight and wet walls appeared to mould around his manhood, gripping him tightly, asking for more despite the almost unbearable coldness against your most intimate parts. No longer were you in control of your arms. They reached up, palms gliding over his bare chest and enjoying the coldness under your fingertips. Fascinated and aroused at the very same time, you traced every single ridge on Loki’s body while he was fucking you senseless, until your eyes rolled to the back of your head, unable to take the pleasure. His long manhood his spots inside of you which you had never known even existed. He leaned down, at last letting go of your ankles, instead taking a hold of your wrists to pin them both down right above your head and pressing his body so tightly against yours that your clit kept rubbing against his pelvis with every single stroke. You moaned, stricken by ecstasy, and arched your back as you kept moving your hips up to meet his thrusts.

Aroused, you looked down, watching how his blue cock kept sliding in and out of you, spreading your lips as they enveloped him welcomingly.

Loki groaned, his attention steering towards your breasts as they bounced with each of his rough thrusts. Hungrily, he lowered his face, his cold breath ghosting over your mounts, and sucked your right nipple into his mouth—hard. He nibbled, suckled pulled and bit until the already hardened nub was throbbing with pleasure and need and he repeated the same blissful procedure with your left nipple all the while he kept rutting into you uncontrollably.

“Loki…” You wondered if, in his current state, he would be able to speak. As of right now, he indeed reminded you of a wolf who would annihilate anything standing between him and his subject of desire, his prey—you.

Your toes curled, the promising and numbing sensation growing in your lower abdomen having you scream his name over and over again. You could already feel yourself clenching around him, your body urging him on to mark you with his seed and impregnate you and when he finally released himself into you, burying his cock as deep inside of you as was physically possible and coating your walls with his load, he triggered your own release.

You came with a loud moan, feeling him twitch against you as your pussy contracted around him again and again until you collapsed underneath him, spent and tired from his vigorous fucking. Loki, on the other hand, didn’t even think about letting you be. Unceremoniously, he pulled you on his lap so you came to snuggle up against his cold and naked chest, your face hidden in his neck. He supported himself by leaning against the metal wall, his cock still resting deep inside of you.

“How… are you… feeling?” You breathed out, barely able to keep your eyes open. Being taken thoroughly by a Frost Giant had been a lot more exhausting than you had initially assumed.

He was panting, his eyes almost shut. His erection inside you, however, was still very prominent and nowhere near ebbing down.

“Better… soon.” He growled into your ear. Soon? A high-pitched scream escaped your lips when he sank his teeth into your neck and bit down hard enough to make you squirm on his lap. You could still feel his ice cold sperm dribbling out of you and coating his own cock when he grabbed your arse and began moving you up and down his cold rut, forcing you to ride him.

“Oh… fuck…” You choked out. You were tender already, sensitive to the touch. This was too much, too soon. Yet Loki was too caught up in his pleasure and urges to give you a break. He took you several more times that night, eliciting orgasm after orgasm after orgasm from you—until you were on the verge of passing out.

You awoke with a hunger unlike one you had never experienced before. Irritated, you crawled out of bed—using the toilet but skipping your morning routine to get to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast. It was only seven. Loki had not… released you until half past six. There was no way your body could have drawn enough rest from this meagre hour of sleep.

Be that as it may—for now, you were hungry. Quietly, you tiptoed into the kitchen, ignoring the sweet ache and tenderness between your legs and resisting the urge to cup yourself through your pyjama bottoms. The white and bright light of the fridge blinded you when you opened it and reached for a package of juice and one of those pre-packed turkey sandwiches Tony kept buying. Unceremoniously, you then closed the fridge with your butt and sat down at the kitchen table to eat. And you kept returning to the fridge until Steve joined you in the kitchen to have a cup of coffee and then go for a run. When had you ever been this hungry before? Was it because of the aggressive sex you had had with Loki? Jesus…

You blushed when Steve asked you how you had slept—and you were rather grateful you had been smart enough to switch off the security cameras before… helping Loki out. He had still been in his Jötun form when you left at long last but he had looked content and… satisfied, in the most carnal manner possible. You would wait until the rest of the Avengers were up to check on him, to not raise any suspicion.

So when Thor staggered into the kitchen with a shit-eating grin on his face, you nearly jumped from your seat.

“Good morning!” He yelled—clearly in a very good mood. He managed to scarf down an entire package of fruit loops before you couldn’t take it anymore and aggressively scratched your fork over your empty plate until the room went awkwardly quiet.

“Didn’t you forget something?” You asked him heatedly. The God of Thunder frowned.

“No! I did flush the toilet this morning, (Y/N).”

Rolling your eyes, you stood.

“Loki. Loki is still one level below you, locked up in a cell, in pain, while you are enjoying your breakfast.” You hoped though, sincerely, that he was no longer in pain.

“(Y/N)… we spoke about this, there is nothing we can do. Down there, he can’t hurt himself or anyone else. I told you I’m going to Asgard soon, I will speak to—”

It was in this moment that your plate broke in half. You had, subconsciously, used your fork to stab it so forcefully it fell apart like a rotten apple. Eyes widening, you mumbled an apology.

“Sorry… I just… no one should be suffering like this. You all heard him last night.”

Bruce gave you a gentle smile. “You’ve always had a big heart for everyone, huh?” You nodded quickly. They did not need to know about your feelings… or the arousing ache between your legs. Your heart was racing. You took a deep breath, hurrying out of the kitchen without cleaning up behind you. Instead, you immediately locked yourself in the bathroom and turned on the tap to splash some cold water on your face. The icy temperature calmed you once it came in contact with your skin, reminding you of him—if only for a moment.

You were shaking. What on Earth was wrong with you? You took a quick shower to wind down, threw on an oversized sweater and then headed downstairs to the prison cells. A glance at the monitor of the security camera made you let out a relieved breath. Loki had indeed gone back to his Aesir form—and he did no longer seem to be in pain. It was, so you wondered, very unusual, however, to not complain and wreak havoc so the Avengers would let him out but then again… would they truly believe him if he told them he had overcome his heat?

With another deep breath, you opened the cell door and slipped inside.

“You were not supposed to see me like this last night. No one was.” He said quietly before you could even open your mouth, not bothering to make eye contact with you.

“Did you know? What was happening to you?”

“Yes.” He snorted, a bitter smile spreading on his thin lips. “I believed I would be able to control it.” Finally, he looked up, his blue eyes locking with yours. “Did I hurt you?” Your lips parted in surprise. Slowly, you shook your head.

“No… I mean… it was quite pleasurable… for me as well… actually.” You choked out sheepishly.

“Hmm… that I could tell,” Loki gave you a light smirk. “Thank you.” He said then—and for the first time since you had met him, you sensed true honesty and sincerity in his smooth voice.

“I’ll leave the door open.” You returned his smile; the planes in your belly flying loops.

“We are… keeping this between us, are we not?” He hastened to ask when you turned around.

“Of course.” After all, no one needed to know you had let Loki mate with you to regain control over his loins.

It was five days after your intimate encounter with Loki when your constant shaking became worse enough for him to notice—and if that wasn’t bad enough already, your body had begun to sweat; a lot. Day in and out, you had to change your sheets as if your bed was your personal sauna—or your personal hell.

You felt like you had been hit by a bus, like an extremely nasty form of the flu had you in its steel grip tightly, unwilling to let you go. Sleep, however, to get some rest and recover, would not come either. Two hours per night at most, three if you got lucky. And instead of getting better, it became worse.

He had been restless ever since. It could not be. After all, it had also never… or had it? Growling to himself, he locked the door to his room, enjoying the quietness and most of all, utter privacy.

Not a soul in the nine realms was aware he was still in the possession of the Tesseract. So when he produced it out of thin air—his large hand momentarily surrounded by a green mist—he made sure to hurry and quickly teleported himself back to Asgard. Heimdall would never open the Bifrost for him if he wasn’t accompanied by Thor.

He was worried about you and his surprise about these particular circumstances was remarkably low. When he closed his eyes, he could still taste your hard nipples on his tongue from when he had suckled on them. He remembered how warm your body felt against his when he had cradled you in his lap and the thought of your tight cunt around his throbbing cock stirred arousal in his leather trousers if only he indulged in reminiscences for too long. Most of all, however, he was unable to forget the sincere smile on your face when you had freed him from the cell the next day… and the mesmerised gaze you had met him with when he had ravished your sweet quim over and over again.

With another deep breath, he disappeared in an ice cold cloud of smoke.

Sneaking past the guards and into the palace library—the one place he had spent hours on end in growing up here, hiding away from Thor, his friends and the world, reading and hoarding knowledge—was pathetically easy. He knew exactly what to look for, what lecture would confirm his worrying suspicions. Once he found what he had been searching, he sat down on the windowsill—another usual spot he found comfort in—and began his research. He had known about the impact of a male Jötun’s seed on his female counterpart, of course; for even though he despised his own race, he, as opposed to Thor, had paid attention during their private tutoring lessons as children. The heavy book in his hands, however, made him, the God of Mischief and Trickery, hold his breath. What Loki had not known was that the repercussion of a male Jötun’s seed did not just occur in Jötun females. It applied to any species—including humans. However, the chances of survival for weaker lifeforms were alarmingly low.

Abandoning the book, he hurried out of the library and into the city. There was someone he needed to speak to.

“With all due respect, my prince but you are not welcome here.” Loki rolled his eyes. He knew it would not be fun, exactly, to seek out his ex-partners and ask about their well-being long after he had left them. The man opening him when he knocked on Sigyn’s door, a woman he had been engaged with for several years in his youth, was about as tall as Thor—his right hand decorated with a golden ring. Husband. Just great. And, judging by his obvious dismay of finding him on his doorstep, she must have told him about their shared past.

“I need to speak to your wife. Urgently. That is an order.” Sigyn’s husband growled, clenching his fists but stepped aside regardless. Loki made sure not to pay any attention to the furniture and his surroundings. Toys were scattered all across the living room, hinting that Sigyn had become both wife and mother in his absence. Her face fell when she spotted Loki standing in the middle of the small room—truly like he would even have preferred Helheim over being here of all places—as pale as a ghost.

“Loki… I mean… your highness. What… brings you here?”

“I need to ask you a few questions.”

“Um… by all means. Sit down. Would you like some ale?”

“No.” Sigyn pointed at the rectangular kitchen table and then sat down opposite of him. Her hands were folded on the surface of the polished wood.

“It is good to see you.”

“Likewise… Now this will sound odd,” he began unceremoniously, ignoring her husband towering above him with his arms crossed. “But I have to know how you fared after we separated. Not… emotionally. Physically.” He emphasised.

“Physically? That is indeed odd. Oh, I… um… let me see, it’s been such a long time. I had quite an appetite after you left,” she laughed, clearly uncomfortable with his presence. Loki sighed.

“An appetite. What more than that?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary. Except… yes, of course! I fell ill a few days after. The healers never found out what my body was rebelling against. It lasted for a few months. Tiredness, insomnia, attacks of sweat and I could not stop shaking. Why do you ask? Did you… did you experience it too?”

“No,” he replied quickly, a nauseous feeling spreading in his guts. You were showing the exact same symptoms. Symptoms of addiction. “You said it lasted for a few months?”

“I am sorry, your highness but is there a point to this interrogation? My wife has to feed the baby.”

“We’re almost done.” He barked, glaring at Sigyn’s husband from the corner of his eye.

“It did,” Sigyn confirmed. “But then it never returned.”

“Thank you. That will be all.” Loki took a deep breath and stood, resisting the urge to massage the bridge of his nose to clear his thoughts. It was only when he turned on his heel to leave this way too harmonic place that he noticed Sigyn’s husband had left the door open for him. He rolled his eyes.

“Loki! I-I mean, your highness…”

“Loki is fine, Sigyn. We have seen each other naked, after all.” Beside him, he could practically hear her husband gnashing his teeth. He smirked.

“I understand you do not wish to share with me what troubles you but whatever it is, I hope everything will turn out to be alright.”

Loki gave her a smile. It was as honest as he could muster in this tense situation. Sigyn had always known when he was being plagued by dark sorrows, even before he learned about his true parentage. Much like you. You too had been able to tell he had been unwell, both physically and mentally. He swallowed thickly.

“Thank you, Sigyn.”

He had to see Amora, too. They had not exactly gone separate ways peacefully but if she had experienced the same symptoms as Sigyn after their break-up, he had to get back to you immediately. And he had to tell you. The truth, a luxury given his nature, was the very least you deserved.

“Where have you been?” Thor roared as soon as he entered the kitchen to pick up one of those cold drinking chocolates you had introduced him to a while back—the ridiculous amount of sugar would help you, if only for a moment. The presence of Tony, Nat, Bucky, Steve and Thor, leaning against the counter or sitting at the kitchen table, he ignored as best as he could. He would have preferred to be alone now.

Loki quirked his eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Asgard, given that you were unwilling to get help yourself.”

“How? Heimdall wouldn’t…”

“There is a lot Heimdall does not know, brother.” Thor grumbled something he did not understand but it sounded awfully like a curse word in Old Norse.

“Whatever. Have you seen (Y/N)? Her room is down the same hallways as yours, has she left her room lately?” Tony barked at him.

“As far as I am concerned, she has Vision bring her excessive amounts of food, for she is too weak to come to the kitchen herself. No. I have not seen her around.” He replied nonchalantly, with false disinterest. This time, so it seemed, however, his choice of tone, equalled shooting himself in the foot.

“We need to get her to the hospital. None of the medicines I gave her worked even a little bit—and I contacted the best doctors I know.” Loki suppressed a scoff. As if a hospital full of human ‘doctors’ would be able to help you. The only one who could… was he.

“For Fuck’s sake, she has been feeling ill ever since…” Tony’s face fell. “Ever since we locked up your brother.” Belligerently, his gaze wandered over to Loki again. “Okay, Reindeer Games, what did you do to her and don’t even try to lie to me!”

“You do assume, automatically, that I have something to do with it?” He mocked. Tony clenched his fists.

“Loki,” Thor added calmly. “Do you… know something?” The God of Mischief sighed. If he told them, what little trust they had in his capabilities as an Avenger would vaporise like smoke. It mattered not. In fact, he could not care less if any of those self-proclaimed heroes even liked him. Yet if he spoke the truth… surely they would do anything in their power to keep you away from him—which was exactly what they could not do if they wanted you to survive and feel better again as much as he did. He could just take care of the problem on his own… sooner or later, however, they were bound to find out about their intimate encounters, and he was beyond keeping secrets like that. If he wanted to make love to you, then he would, may the Norns help him.

“It is… my seed.” He choked out reluctantly.

“Your… what!? Your… yeah, no, I can’t say that out loud without throwing up… is making her sick!?”

“The seed of a male Jötun is causing… an addiction. Withdrawal will make her weak and ill.” Loki looked up grimly. “Frost Giants live in strictly monogamous relationships.”

“What, like penguins? How did she even come in contact with… did you… did you rape her? I swear to God, I will kill you.”

“I did not lay a finger on her.” Loki replied darkly.

Tony threw his hands up in the air. “So how did your happy juice get inside of her in the first place then!? How did that happen, I wonder?”

“She came to me voluntarily, Stark!”

“But you knew? If you knew it would make her sick, why didn’t you stop her, you selfish asshole!?”

“How!? How, Stark!? Resisting the urge to mate in heat is like attempting to suppress a sneeze. It’s impossible. Don’t bother your pathetic human mind with things you do not understand.”

“Loki…” Thor began warningly. The God of Mischief ignored him with a hostile growl.

“(Y/N) would never do that.” Tony said then.

“Perhaps you do not know her as well as you thought you do.”

“You little shit, I will…” Tony jumped from his chair as if stung by an adder, prompting Loki to draw one of his daggers seemingly out of nowhere when he started at him. Both Natasha and Steve barely managed to hold him back.

“Leave it, Tony. This is Loki. He is just trying to provoke you.” Nat appeased.

Just this one time, however, they were wrong. Loki did, in fact, care about you. It was just he had not realised that until you had willingly offered your body to him when he had been in pain. Glaring at them darkly, he rose from his chair.

“I am going to fix this.” He spat. It almost sounded like a threat. “Not for you. I could watch you drop dead to my feet without so much as blinking. But for her.” Fuming, he stormed out, his right fist still clutching at his dagger in a desperate attempt to calm himself down. And as of right now, Thor knew better than to stop him.

He needed to see you. Remorse and guilt were eating him up from the inside out—and it wasn’t just the fact you had helped him in spite of everything he had done to Midgard only a few years back. It was… you were… Loki closed his eyes for a brief moment. You were his.

When he knocked on your door, there was no response. Now there was a chance you were asleep, yet he somehow knew better than to leave and try again later as to not startle you. After all… he was going to make you feel better.

He slipped inside, locking the door behind him with magic so you would not be disturbed. The sight of you almost broke his heart. You were trembling, buried under a pile of blankets, pale and weak.

“(Y/N)…” He spoke with a quiet voice, approaching you slowly. Your eyes opened when you heard his voice, your weak body barely managing to turn over to look at him. A cough escaped your lips before you could answer him.

“Hey…”

“How are you feeling?”

“Terrible.” You tried for a laugh but could only manage another cough. With a straight face, he sat down on the edge of the bed so he was able to bring his palm to your forehead. You were incredibly warm, yet the sweat made your skin cold to the touch. His heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, he was worried you only had a few weeks left until your body gave up fighting the withdrawal. He would not, ever let this happen.

“I brought you some cold drinking chocolate.”

“Oh…” You chuckled weakly. “Thank you. Is that the only reason you came?”

“No,” he laughed. “I came to check on you.”

“An eye for an eye, huh?” Your eyes fell shut when you smiled.

“Hmm… I’m afraid it is a little more complicated than that.” He purred. You never noticed how his eyes fell on your crotch, even if it was covered by a bunch of blankets. Slowly but determined, he slid his left hand under the layers of fabric until he found what he was searching for. With skilled fingers, he began to massage your clit until he felt you responding to his attentive touches. You arched your back, your sex growing wetter and wetter fast—like your body knew exactly what would follow. Licking his lips, he scooped some of it up to spread all over your quim and create even more friction. You were squirming by the time he removed the blankets entirely and positioned himself between your legs, careful not to shift all of his body weight onto you.

Was he going to… did he… could he possibly… reciprocate your feelings? Your heart skipped a beat, butterflies awakening in your belly. If only you could…

“Loki… Loki, I… I really want to do this again too but… not now, I’m… I really don’t feel well.”

“Shhh…” He would ponder over your words later. You wanted to do this again too? Had it not just be compassion and pity that had driven you to offer him your most intimate parts for relief? And what if you refused him now? You had to trust him. So he shut you up by pressing his lips against yours, capturing them in a passionate kiss and then, once again slowly but determined, removed the blankets and peeled your pyjama from you until he had you naked—fine, he had helped with magic; and he was certainly too impatient to remove his own clothes, so instead contented himself with freeing his growing erection from his trousers only.

A whimper escaped your lips when you caught sight of his arousal, his tip—not blue but the colour of flesh this time—pressing against your entrance. He slid inside you to the hilt with almost no resistance, your warm pussy welcoming him in. Loki moaned when your walls gripped him tightly; it was like your body already knew his release would make it feel better. Only this time, he was in control. This time, he would take his time and make gentle love to you—right until you began to tremble underneath him for entirely different reasons.

Your eyes fell shut when Loki started moving, retreating almost completely only to plunge back deep inside of you fast and passionately. You were too weak to buck your hips, as much as you would have loved to. And despite your weariness, he felt incredible. You were unable to decide which form of his you liked better.

You kissed him again when his nose brushed against yours and his breath tickled your lips, bathing in the intimacy between you. But when he slid his hand down to where your bodies were united to pamper your clit all the while speeding up, hungry for his release, you stopped him, albeit gently.

“I… I don’t think I can, I’m too… but I… it’s okay.” You murmured. “Cum.”

It was a request he could not resist, not any longer. Thrusting forward a few more times, his release was beginning to overwhelm him. He groaned into your ear, his hot breath brushing against your cheek, and let his climax consume him. He was throbbing against your walls, his seed—surprisingly warm and not as cold as it had been the first time—filling you to the brim and until you could feel it dribbling out of you again. Loki stilled, turning you over so you both rested on the mattress on your sides, with his slowly softening cock still inside of you and one of your legs draped over his hips. One heartbeat passed, then another and another. And just like that… you felt like you had been reborn.

“How… I feel so much better.” Loki kept silent. Remorse was sparkling in his blue eyes. Avoiding your curious gaze, he looked down, with a start fascinated with the blue roses on your bed sheets.

“Loki?”

“You did fail to read all of it, did you not?” He stated quietly.

“What… what do you mean?”

“The book you took from my shelf. I looked it up when you got worse. It wasn’t until I left for Asgard that I realised why our… sexual encounter is making you ill.”

“I… wait… Does that mean you believe it has something to do with you? I mean… what we did? Is it… I’m not pregnant, am I!?”

“No. You are not.” He smirked at you weakly. “That, I would have sensed already. No… I’m afraid it is a little more complicated. Frost Giants live in strictly monogamous relationships. They never… switch their partners once they mated during their first heat. If they do…” Loki took a deep breath. “It appears that the seed of a Frost Giant triggers some sort of… addiction for their female partner. They develop a carnal craving for their seed which forces them to keep returning for… more.”

Biologically speaking, this was a downright bulletproof way of ensuring the survival of a species—the Jötuns’ own bodies turning against them and demanding sex. The gravity of his words, however, hit you only a moment later. So this was why you had been feeling so sick lately. You were showing signs of… addiction. Your body had become addicted to Loki’s seed. You swallowed thickly.

“I-is there… is there a way to stop this?”

“I went to speak to my former partners back on Asgard—which, to be frank, does not just sound like a disaster. But I needed to know if they experienced any symptoms similar to yours when we… separated.” You ignored the painful sting in your heart when he said ‘former partners’. Of course Loki had had sex before, had perhaps even been in love. He did not strike you as the type of Norse God who was unexperienced in the art of love making. After all, he had more than just proved this to you. It mattered not, not now.

“And… did they?” You probed nervously.

Loki nodded seriously. “They were both bedridden for months, plagued by uncontrollable trembling and sweating. Their appetite increased, they ate twice as much than they usually would without ever feeling truly full… and they barely slept anymore, tossing and turning for most of the night. Amora added she became increasingly violent as well. They, of course, believed it was a virus which would pass, eventually.” Terrified, you remembered how you had broken your plate in the kitchen the night after your lovemaking. It all made sense now.

But you did not dare ask what this meant. When dreaming of having a relationship with Loki, you had not imaged a partnership out of physical and sexual necessity which would feel like a chore to him; like an obligation now that you had helped him out, after all.

“But they were Asgardian.” He suddenly said, pausing to let his words sink in. “You are human. You are mortal. I am uncertain you would survive…” If I stopped having sex with you. Is that what he had meant to say before he stopped himself abruptly?

Taking a deep and shaky breath, you gathered all of your courage, as weak as it may be.

“This is all my own fault, Loki.”

“It is not—“

“N-no, let me speak. It’s my fault. You couldn’t help it. And I came to you on my own accord. But…” You swallowed. “Even if I had known, I still would have helped you.”

The God of Mischief frowned when you reached for his hand and held it—but it was a downright vulnerable expression.

“Loki… I’m not going to expect you to keep having sex with me if you don’t… I mean…” It was then he began to smirk cheekily.

“And if I do?” Loki had truthfully speaking always been a puzzle—always keeping his deepest thoughts and feelings all to himself. Until now. So he did reciprocate your feelings.

“Y-you do?” His smirk widened.

“It… does get better after a while, once the pair is more acquainted to each other’s bodies,” he continued. “And they are then able to spend more time apart without any signs of withdrawal showing. Ultimately, however, once the male Jötun claimed her, the female is bound to him… if he decides to keep her.”

Despite your weakness, you raised an eyebrow. “That sounds pretty sexist, Lokes.” Loki looked up. His heart jumped when you gave him a nickname.

“Sexist? No. Dominant? Yes.” He growled darkly.

“You’re right. It’s probably not sexist given that male Frost Giants go into heat.” You giggled in response. Loki tickled your sides for that remark, making you wriggle around on the bed. If your hunch was not deceiving your love-drunken mind, then the God of Mischief had just begun to court you.

“Loki?” You mused, raising your voice in a shy manner.

“Hmm?”

“I think I feel fit enough now to have an orgasm.”

The God of Mischief laughed—as heartily as you had never heard him laugh before. “Do you now?”

Next thing you knew he was already on top of you again, covering your naked body with tender kisses.

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Ice Cream For Breakfast On A Sunday Morning (nsfw)

Pairing: Wilhemina Venable x Fem Reader

A/N: this is, once again, soft smut, in which I give Wilhemina a new kink which I think fits her well. @blacksmokieee25 you see, this really got out of hands 😂 No angst for once, just fluff xx

Word count: ≈ 4 500

Warning: smut (dub con, strap-on), bad English and too many mentions of the Bible because I’m obsessed with analysing Christianity

A soft moan echoed through your dream and woke you.

You weren’t quite sure it had been real. As you rubbed your cheek on the pillow, mind hazy and confused, you slowly became aware of the light, painting thousands of clustered stars under your eyelids, and of the warmth, pressed against your front. Something hard and hot was pushing against your nose, making it hard to breathe.

You groaned and made to move, but the warmth wouldn’t let you go and moved with you. With your next breath you realised the thing against your nose smelled like Wilhemina’s skin. Instinctively then you moved toward it instead of away.

Still lost in your half-asleep haze, you pulled one hand out from wherever it was trapped and slid it up Wilhemina’s body until you found a place that was perfectly shaped to let it rest. You buried your face deeper in the warmth to block out the light and breathed Wilhemina’s familiar, beloved scent.

Another moan. This time, it pierced through the haze in your head, still soft and faint, but clear. And very real.

Your eyes fluttered open.

Dark. Your face was so deeply buried in Wilhemina’s chest you couldn’t see anything. She was nestled against you, one of your legs possessively trapped between hers. Your hand was resting on the dip of her waist.

Gently, so as not to disturb her, you pulled away to take a look at her face.

This had quickly become your favorite part of the day. No longer waking up to an empty room but to her, brown eyes fondly watching you, or bright red hair tickling your nose and flooding your view, or pale skin painted gold in the morning sun, an arm draped lazily over your stomach.

Today she was completely naked but for a pair of black lace panties. Your eyes followed the delicate line the dark fabric traced on the pale skin across her waist. Then they travelled up the gentle swell of her tummy, that you loved to graze with a fingertip to feel the muscles tense and the skin turn grainy with goose bumps. Up to her breasts, nipples peaked, that even in sleep seemed to be calling for the caress of your palms. You followed the line of one collarbone to the dip like a small lake at the base of her neck, to her jaw, to her mouth.

She was still asleep, lips parted and brow pushed up, eyes dancing under her eyelids as if she were caught in a dream with too many intriguing views to contemplate. You were about to stroke a finger across her cheek when her teeth sank into her lower lip and a soft whimper escaped her.

Your finger froze in the air. You lay still, heart quickening. You had heard this noise before, countless times, but never in sleep. You knew exactly what it told off. So you waited, fighting a smile, pricking up your ears in the hope to catch the beloved note again.

Wilhemina let out a short breath, shifted closer to you. She pushed her hips towards you as her face found your neck and her lips rubbed against the soft skin above your collarbone. You felt her next breath out, hot against your skin.

Quietly you called Wilhemina’s name, to make sure she was still asleep. And then you held your breath and moved your leg that was trapped between hers to investigate what you already knew.

When your bare thigh made contact with the damp lace of her panties, Wilhemina moaned again, louder this time, as if aware that this touch wasn’t just that of a dreamland ghost.

You froze, heart drumming in your ears, but you were not sure what to do, what was the right thing to do. Your fingers stuttered on her skin and you were contemplating waking her up before taking this any further, when Wilhemina, with a needy, sleepy whine, started rolling her hips.

You bit back a moan and automatically pressed your thigh deeper into her. And then you moaned, audibly this time, at the feel of the moist heat against your skin.

Wilhemina’s movements were clumsy, blinded by sleep, so you held her hips in your hands to guide her. Slower, more precise. Her mouth brushed over your collarbone, eyelashes fluttering like soft butterfly wings against your skin as sleep slowly started to loosen its grip on her.

You tilted your thigh and certainly pressed against her clit just right, for her hips bucked into your hands and another low moan escaped her, thick with lust. It stole the breath from you. Let her have it all, you thought, grazing your nails over her hips as they slid back and forth against your palms, all the air from you.

One of her hands closed around your arm as her grinding picked up pace and determination, her arousal soaking through the lace and smearing slickness over your thigh.

Eyes still closed, Wilhemina moved her head up until her lips met yours, pushed her tongue inside your mouth, licked your teeth, her breath bitter from sleep. You hummed into her and playfully nipped her tongue. Her hips bucked again and rubbed against your palms, a familiar meeting of warmth and warmth, lust and lust.

“Y/N,” Wilhemina breathed.

“Yes,” you breathed back.

You pressed her closer against you, desperate to feel and to hold and to stroke.

Wilhemina’s breath stuttered, and then was held back as her body went rigid. And then her hips were shaking between your hands and her teeth sinking into your lower lip as her body vibrated with pleasure, small, breathless whimpers echoing in your mouth.

Oh what a beautiful, beautiful scene to wake up to.

You slid your hands up her back, palms drunk on the softness and warmth of her skin, to hold her as her orgasm swept over her. You pushed your hips against hers, to feel the heat of her pressed against the heat of you. Bodies glued to each other. Your sweat and your love was the glue.

Playfully you rubbed your thigh on her clit, to draw a whimper out of her, and send one last wave of pleasure rolling through her body. Wilhemina’s mouth found your mouth again, hot and damp and beloved, lips lazily moving with yours until she broke the kiss with a sigh, and you pulled away to look at her.

A soft “hey” dropped from your lips at the sight of the sunlight-softened, sunlight-lightened brown of her eyes. Your palm flattened against the curve of her cheek, fond smile tugging at your lips at the soft pink your lovemaking had painted over her face.

Wilhemina’s gaze hardened a little in mock offense. “I cannot believe the nerves of you, you pervert.”

You snorted. “Excuse you,” and she couldn’t help but mirror your smile at the sound of your raspy morning voice, “I’m not the one who was moaning in my sleep, and who started grinding on my partner’s thigh.”

The colour in Wilhemina’s cheeks darkened, from soft pink to the gorgeous red of lush roses.

“I certainly did not do that,” she said curtly.

You nodded, arm holding her loosely as you started moving your thigh against her center again, and Wilhemina bit down on a whimper.

She rolled you onto your back and pressed herself down on you, red hair grazing the bare skin of your shoulders. You hummed at the familiar weight of her body on top of yours and dug your fingers into her ass to encourage her grinding against you.

“Today’s Sunday,” you managed to whisper, eyes fluttering closed as Wilhemina pressed burning kisses down your chest, each one setting a new part of your body alight.

“Is it?” There was smug laughter in her voice, and you felt it vibrate in your lower stomach where she pressed her lips next. She sucked on your skin, knowing this was a sensitive spot for you, and you couldn’t help but moan softly, your body wriggling of its own on the bed. And you thought, it was almost as if Wilhemina’s touch was that of a puppeteer, knowing exactly which string to pull to make your body, not come to life, but come to lust.

Your hands slipped up her shoulders as she crawled lower down the bed, pressing kisses on your inner thighs.

“Mina,” you breathed.

“Yes,” she breathed back.

Another kiss, hot and sloppy, and then her hand slipped up to cup your center.

“Oh baby,” Wilhemina whispered, and this time her voice was thick and quivering with desire, “you’re soaked.”

“Yes, well,” you heard yourself mumble, hips lifting to meet her touch, “I think you underestimate just how hot you are when you come.”

She let out a self-conscious chuckle, fingers trailing across your lower stomach. You whined and pushed your center against her palm.

Her fingers stopped where your hip met your thigh, and there hesitated, asking, How do you want me? She’d asked before and she would ask again because she would never want to be a disappointment, to you or to anyone else. She would only ever do the best. And if you were a bully suffering like her you would sneer and ask, What’s that you’re trying to compensate for? but as her lover in love with her, you smiled at her and gently guided her head between your legs.

Truly you adored her body, you thought, but then you stopped thinking for Wilhemina pushed her tongue inside you and licked you up as if she were licking her favorite ice cream running down a cone. Ice cream for breakfast, you almost laughed. On a Sunday morning.

Wilhemina had always had a sweet tooth.

Your fingers buried in her hair and tugged as you choked on moans and felt yourself drip unashamedly into her mouth. Oh this woman was driving you insane, completely crazy and utterly mental and God! her lips sucking on your clit, teeth grazing it and the sensation making you cry out her name and you swore you could feel her smirk at the sound.

You whined and pressed her face deeper into you, and then whined again when she pulled away.

You opened your eyes, frowning, to find her peering at you with shame tightening her brow.

“I’m sorry,” she said, wiping her chin on her hand. “I have to move, I can’t… my…” Her voice trailed off, gaze falling dejectedly on the bed as she sat up straight.

“No no no,” you growled, at the sadness you could see slowly falling over her eyes. “No.” You tugged on her arm to pull her on top of you, and cupped her face as you pressed kisses on her cheeks. “No,” before the sadness could settle in the corners of her lips like a weight, pulling them down.

A tearless sob pushed out of her mouth as she kissed you back, and then a laugh, as she pressed her forehead against yours and you nudged her nose with yours. You searched her eyes, saw her blink away fear and hatred and pressed another kiss, sweet and loving, on her lips.

And then, still holding her face in your hands, you pushed her slightly away and smiled proudly at her, for there had been a time when she wouldn’t have stopped, but pushed on through the pain instead.

Wilhemina settled in a more comfortable position and pressed her open mouth against your core again. And her tongue, hot and wet, working you so deliciously, her sinful, sinful tongue –

She moaned into you when you came sobbing her name, your fingers clawing at her back and making her dig her nails in your thighs in retaliation. You pulled on her hair when the sensations became too much.

She tenderly gathered you in her arms and stroked your hair as you lingered in your post-bliss haze.

Safe in your cocoon of warmth, you lazily ran one fingertip back and forth just below her left breast, in rhythm with the beating of her heart. Wilhemina hummed contentedly and dropped a kiss on your hair.

Truly you adored her body. Hated that she hated it. You wanted to touch every part of it and rename them, as it had always been Mankind’s duty ever since Adam and Eden. What she called “stomach” and “neck” and “nose” in a voice that was meant to sound uninterested and detached from the hatred the words aroused in her, you would rename something that would sound and feel beautiful on her tongue, like a line of poetry from her favorite poem. Damn it you would take Adam’s job and do it so much better than him because you were so much more in love than he had been. No one had ever been more in love than you.

You whispered that in her ear and she let out a chuckle because she didn’t believe it was true but still thought your naivety was charming. And then she asked you if you had ever been a little bit less in love with someone else before her.

There had been, you answered as you eagerly removed her underwear, a sunset on a beach in May, and the Santa Maria Del Fiore in the summer light and certainly the white monster of the cliffs of Dover at 3am when you had opened your eyes on a windy ferry deck – but those loves had been unrequited. They lived in you, but they hadn’t changed you.

“Did I change you for the better or for the worse?” Wilhemina asked, breathless, shivering at the feel of your fingertips trailing up the inside of her thigh. You leaned in and pressed a kiss on her parted lips.

“Definitely for the worse,” you smiled, pushing two fingers inside her – Wilhemina’s back arched off the bed. “I am a sinner, now. You made me bold. I have stolen for myself the knowledge of what it is to love and to be loved.”

Shivering against you. You massaged her clit with your thumb. If you closed your eyes you could almost feel it throb against your fingertip.

When you felt her walls tighten around your fingers you pulled away, selfishly, just so you could hear her whine and see her wriggle underneath you. Her eyes opened to meet yours, greedy and wildly blown like the wind on a stormy night.

“In which language did Adam name all the things in Eden?” you asked, but she didn’t hear you because you were pushing into her again. She moaned, dug her nails into your lower back to keep you there.

You pushed one more finger inside her, gave her a second to adjust.

“Y/N,” she breathed.

“Yes,” you breathed back.

Of all the things you cherished in this life, none came close to the way her moans would tangle with your tongue when she came, as if you could drink some of the pleasure from her mouth. This time you didn’t stop. You rubbed harder at her clit and pushed deeper into her to have her crying out in bliss again, and when your wrist went numb you replaced your fingers with your tongue and sucked on her clit until she panted that she couldn’t anymore, and came two more times in your mouth.

You both dozed off after that, limbs entangled and chests falling and rising in rhythm. When Wilhemina opened her eyes again, the clock scolded that it was already 1pm.

You were drawing circles with your nail around her freckles when you felt her stiffen and make to sit up.

“No,” you whined, brushing one hand against her arm, “where are you going?”

“I’m getting up. It’s very late, Y/N.”

You wrapped your arms around her waist to hold her back. “Today is Sunday,” you mumbled, burying your face in her stomach and smiling when you felt her shiver. “We have all the time in the world. Please stay.”

There was a pause. Her fingers started stroking your hair.

“It does not do to waste a day in idle pleasure,” she said softly.

“It does,” you breathed. “It does do very well.” You pulled away to look at her, sticking out your lower lip to fake a pout. “Stay here.”

Wilhemina hesitated. As she searched your eyes thoughtfully, you took her hand in yours and peppered soft kisses over her knuckles. “We can stay in bed and make love all day.” You smirked up at her. “Wouldn’t you like that?”

A shy, self-conscious smile. “I’m hungry,” she tried.

“Then I’ll go get some food. You stay here. I’ll be right back.” You sat up, planted a quick kiss on her lips. “And I’ll take a very quick shower because someone made quite a mess on my thigh,” you added with a smirk, picking up her ruined panties from the floor and waving them at her.

You had half expected to find her up and fully dressed when you walked back into the bedroom carrying a tray of food. Instead she was lying on her side, facing the door, hands tucked under her cheek. She opened her eyes when she heard you coming in, and gave you a sweet, fond smile.

“I didn’t know what you wanted, so I grabbed a bit of everything,” you started; and then you set the tray on the bedside table, because you knew that look in her eyes. And sure enough, she giggled and wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you in and pressing you against her naked body.

“I got cold food,” you breathed into the kiss. Her teeth sank into your lower lip and tugged, nipping gently before they let it go.

Something hard dug into your thigh.

A quick peek under the sheet and your eyes widened at the sight of the lubed strap-on she was wearing.

You looked up again, found her scanning your face with a mischievous light in her gaze.

You had bought the strap-on a few months ago after Wilhemina had complained about the depravity of such a toy. The forced impassivity of her voice had betrayed her. Since that day, you two had spent hours exploring what worked best for you both, speed, depth and positions.

While it still felt weird for you to look down and see the dildo attached between your legs, Wilhemina had quickly grown to love wearing it herself. She delighted in the feeling of power it gave her, and thought there was no better sight in the world than that of your ecstatic face as you rode her. More than once you had surprised her wearing the strap-on as she tidied the bedroom, or worked at her desk, or read a book. You had been more than eager to kiss away the self-consciousness from her face, and on several of these occasions had played with the dildo, studying how she reacted to different positions of the toy on her body, only satisfied when you had her coming from clitoral stimulation.

“I got it while you were in the kitchen”, Wilhemina smiled smugly.

“Of course you did, you infuriating, precious, gorgeous, ridiculously sexy woman,” you groaned, voice suddenly raspy with the excitement and anticipation you could feel growing inside you.

Biting down on a grin, Wilhemina leaned in to kiss you, tongue parting your lips to brush against yours. You nipped her playfully, hand coming up to caress her breast as she rolled you onto your back. You hummed and pulled away.

“How’s your back?” you rasped, running your thumb over her lip, breath coming out in short pants as you took in the wild, hungry look in her eyes.

“I’m fine, sweet –”

“Move, lie down. Let me ride you.”

You knew she wouldn’t say no to that. And sure enough, something bright and dangerous flickered in her eyes, that made you shiver with want.

With shaky movements you straddled her, letting out a gasp when she gently scratched her nails down your stomach to rub your clit in fast, small circles. You let her take the lead, more than happy to give her that pleasure. Your head fell back, small gasps falling from your lips as she sparked and fueled a low fire between your legs. When she decided you were wet and relaxed enough, she gave your thigh a gentle tap, and you eagerly positioned yourself on top of her.

And then you slowly lowered yourself onto the dildo, letting out a low moan at the feel of it stretching you and of Wilhemina’s warm skin coming to press against your inner thighs.

“I love you,” she choked, in just that low and husky voice that would send red hot arousal straight down to your core. You felt the tickle of her fingertips as she brushed them against your hips, and then the delicious bite of her nails when, rolling your hips to adjust to the toy, you made the hilt of it press down on her clit.

You forced your eyes open as you found your pace, feasting on the sight of Wilhemina sprawled on the bed under you, cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes half-lidded and dark with lust and pride.

“Gorgeous,” you whined, choking on the word. “So hot. So so fucking hot.”

Wilhemina let out a small whimper at the praise. One of her hands found your clit again, the other still on your hip to guide your movements as you picked up your pace.

“Slow down baby, take your time,” Wilhemina rasped. “Let me watch you.”

You groaned something incoherent as you adjusted to the rhythm of Wilhemina’s fingers on your clit, slow, tight circles that you feared would drive you absolutely crazy in a second or two. Shivering, moaning at the pleasure that built between your legs and rippled through your body.

You shifted, no longer supporting yourself with your hands on her ribs but on her thighs so that the dildo would sink deeper into you. You rolled your hips again to push it against Wilhemina’s clit. Her eyes closed briefly at the sensation, and then met yours again, before moving down to your breasts and stomach. And it should have made you feel self-conscious, the unashamed hunger with which she watched you bounce on the dildo, but her touch on your hip and clit was so soft, so incredibly tender that you felt your chest would burst from the adoration and pride she was smearing on your skin. And so instead you felt so warm, so full and so dearly loved.

It was the sight of Wilhemina gasping in pleasure that sent you over the edge. You fought to keep your eyes open as you clenched around the dildo and Wilhemina poured out words of praise, her hand gripping your hip to support you as you shook and moaned on top of her.

And then you heard her own breath hitch, and felt the telltale bucking of her hips into yours.

You looked down at her. She closed her eyes and pushed her head back against the pillow to try and hide from you, a noiseless gasp pushing past her lips.

“Oh baby,” you panted, brushing your fingers against her stomach to feel the muscles jump, “did you come untouched?”

You let out a chuckle, entirely too pleased at the idea. Your hand gently cupped her cheek to make her look at you again.

Half-lidded eyes met yours, soft and foggy with contentment.

“Yes, well,” Wilhemina rasped, a note of shy playfulness in her voice, “I think you underestimate how hot you look when you come.”

You chuckled at that, and collapsed on top of her, feeling like you had spent entirely too much time without the feeling of her skin against yours. Wilhemina’s arms wrapped around you, holding you close.

You pressed your ear between her breasts so you could hear the quick beating of her heart.

After a few minutes of simply basking in her warmth, your fingers tugged playfully at the harness around her hip.

“Do you want me to take a turn at it?” you asked, looking up at her with a cheeky glint in your eyes.

Wilhemina smiled back at you, one hand coming up to stroke your hair. “I’d rather wear it a little longer, if you don’t mind,” she answered, not exactly shy, but voice lower than you had expected it to be.

Simple joy, you thought, to be picked like daisies at the sight of her cheeks turning a soft pink again. As you held her gaze, your smile grew bigger and bigger.

“Okay,” you breathed, before planting a soft, chaste peck on her mouth. Wilhemina greedily captured your lips with hers to deepen the kiss.

You reached out for tissues to wipe the dildo dry, pretending not to notice how Wilhemina’s eyes were riveted on your every movement as you handled it.

Wilhemina insisted you drank at least two glasses of water and ate an apple. And then you were dozing off again, with your head on her lap, as she spread jam on a piece of bread.

When you opened your eyes next, Wilhemina was asleep. She was snuggled up to you with one hand in your hair and the other possessively pressed against your back.

You made to pull away to go to the bathroom, but she groaned and tightened her grip on you.

“I’m not leaving, sweetheart,” you chuckled, planting a kiss on her cheek.

She mumbled something unintelligible, shifted closer to you, and buried her face in your chest.

With another chuckle you started combing her hair, gently working your fingers through the knots. Oh yes, you thought, in which language had Adam named all the things in Eden? Was it Hebrew? But it seemed to you that if Adam had come to life already knowing how to speak, then his language must have been completely his own, something secret, something that had been lost with his death.

Yes, you thought, as you watched the red strands of hair glide between your fingers, if Adam had named the things of the world in his own language, then every word in English was a counterfeit. It all made sense now. Adam in love with Eve would never have gazed at Eve’s cheek and called it “cheek”. “Cheek” was a word someone who didn’t know love had randomly and thoughtlessly picked. Writing it down on their piece of paper, they had thought that certainly it would do. But it wouldn’t, you insisted, running the pad of your index over Wilhemina’s brow, so gently so as not to wake her. It would never do. No word in any of the counterfeited languages would ever be good enough a signifier of any part of her body. Only Adam’s language would, which lived on in the hearts of lovers.

You drew breath to share this discovery with Wilhemina, only to remember that she was sound asleep. So you pressed a kiss on her temple and held her tight, and closed your eyes, too, so that you could meet her even in sleep.

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𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 || werewolf!Lee Bodecker x reader

summary: being the sherriff’s department’s crime scene photographer means seeing terrible things. following lee bodecker into the woods means experiencing terrible things.

word count: almost exactly 4k

warnings: smut (noncon but she comes around eventually, if you will), werewolf sex (so...pseudo-bestiality??? but like... not really??), breeding kink, knotting, some a/b/o tropes?, kinda some degradation?, violence, vague-ish description of gore

Something undeniably wicked was lurking in the woods behind Knockemstiff, Ohio. That much was obvious.

It wasn’t your first gig as a crime scene photographer, so you knew what to expect; or, you thought you did. This town was nothing like Toledo, though, in all the worst ways. You’d left the big city in hopes that you wouldn’t have to see another drive-by shooting, another stockbroker who jumped out of his office, another mafia job left out in the street to serve as an example for would-be testifiers. You’d left to escape some of the brutality that the urban environment brought. And to be fair, it wasn’t anything like that, but it wasn’t at all better.

You’d never seen a cut this deep before. You’d never seen a body nearly turned inside out.

“It’s that damn bear,” the officer nearby announced, his words failing to distract you from your task of photographing the bloodied remains. “This happened a couple months ago, body just like this turned up. Thought we shot the damn thing but I guess we got the wrong one.”

“That can’t be right,” you frowned, stepping back and lowering the camera from your face; it looked worse when it wasn’t seen through the viewfinder, it looked more real. “Bears might maul people, but they don’t… eat them.”

“They do if they get hungry enough,” he sighed.

“Do you really believe that?” you pressed.

“I need to.”

The conversation was still echoing in your head as you drove back to the station, which was still bustling despite the day being just about to end.

You stopped by your desk to grab a folder from your top drawer, "FOR SHERIFF" written in big letters on the front. Tucking it under your arm, you navigated through the officers and secretaries mulling about to the back hallway of the station, finding the last door on the left and knocking even though it was already halfway open.

“Good evenin’ little lady,” Sheriff Bodecker greeted with a smile when he looked up at you, “got somethin’ for me?”

“Photos from yesterday,” you explained, stepping inside and setting the folder down on his desk. He opened it and flipped through your shots, nodding slightly.

"Looks good," he praised— gruff and monotone, but praise nonetheless. "I think it's enough to prove who was driving recklessly and who was just driving."

"Think they'll be all right?" you asked, remembering how one of the car crash survivors looked as they were being wheeled into an ambulance.

He sighed a little, setting the folder down. "Seems so, last I heard."

"That's good…" you trailed off, toying with the strap of your camera nervously, studying his face as he looked down at some paperwork in front of him.

You were a career woman, working in a male-dominated profession, and you had so much to prove… but god, if you didn't sometimes fantasize about the Sheriff in ways you knew you shouldn't. In spite of the fact that you were sure he wanted an obedient housewife, and that that was something you could never be, you'd been known to daydream about another life where he wasn't your boss and you weren't so worried about what other people thought and the two of you could be together.

Or, on other occasions, you just wished Knockemstiff was as liberal as Toledo, so you could have a fling with him and not worry about everybody calling you a harlot.

Either way, it could never happen. You worked with him and he worked with you; he was looking to settle down and you were looking to start your life. It was a basic incompatibility. That didn't stop you from letting your gaze linger on his hands, admiring how strong and thick they were. God, you wish he'd just grab you—

"Anything else I can do for ya?" he asked slowly, that deep voice making the question sound just a bit more dirty than he likely meant it.

"No, that'll be all," you decided, giving him a polite nod before you slipped out of his office.

Sometimes, it felt like the only chance you got to really think during the day was when you were alone in your darkroom. The photo development equipment here was significantly more primitive than what the Toledo Police Department had been able to provide, but you didn’t mind; if anything, it brought you back to your roots, when you were just a newbie photographer who wanted to make compelling art, take photos that would end up on magazine covers or beside hard-hitting journalism.

That dream had been dashed quite some time ago, but you really did enjoy your job more often than not. Sure, it came with a lot of gruesome imagery, but at least it was important, and interesting.

You couldn't be sure what time it was— with no windows and no clocks, and with hours always flying by when you were developing film— but the lack of any noise from outside your darkroom made it clear that it was quite late and everyone had left.

It was odd, then, that you did hear a noise from outside the room, like floorboards creaking. You were ready to blame the old building settling until you heard it again.

“...hello?” you asked hesitantly, the sterile echo of your voice only making you just that much more paranoid. “Is someone there? I’m just here developing my film…”

The red lights cast everything in an eerie glow— bright enough to see, but not enough to assuage your fear.

You opened the door to your darkroom slowly, careful not to let too much light in, and peered down the dark, empty halls. An uneasy feeling awakened in your gut and you swallowed nothing before hesitantly stepping out into the dark.

Another creak from around the corner made you turn, walking towards the noise and considering calling out again but suddenly afraid to speak at all.

A man's form appeared in front of you out of nowhere.

“Oh!” you gasped, but you sighed a bit when you recognized the badge glistening on his chest. “Sheriff, shit, you scared me…”

“Sorry, little lady,” he breathed, “didn’t know you were still here…”

“Come in, if I leave this door open too long it’ll let light in,” you explained, pointing to where the street lamp outside shined into the window and ushering him past you into the darkroom.

“What’re you still wearin’ that damn camera for?” he asked, pointing to your hip where it was slung at your side from over your shoulder, making you giggle a little as you shut the door behind the both of you.

“Force of habit. Never know when something worth photographing might take place,” you explained, returning to the tub of ammonium thiosulfate where you were dipping another glossy print.

“If somethin’ worth takin’ a picture of happens while you’re stuck in here, I think you’ll’ve got bigger problems than not having your camera,” he smirked.

“Fair enough,” you scoffed. “Let’s hope I never need to take pictures like these—” you tilted your head towards the pictures you’d hung to try— “unexpectedly.” Lee sauntered over to where you’d motioned, pulling one the more developed photos from the clothespins. “That’s the body we found in the woods,” you informed him, “I’m surprised you weren’t called in— it’s pretty gnarly.”

“Sweet girl like you shouldn’t have to see stuff like this,” he shook his head, sighing somberly.

“I can handle it,” you shrugged, “Believe it or not, I saw worse working mob cases.”

“I’m going with ‘not,’” he answered quickly.

He was right not to believe you, and you weren’t sure what to say now that he’d called your bluff.

“What… what perfume are you wearing?”

The question threw you off but you figured no harm could come from answering honestly. “I’m, uh, I’m not…”

He stepped closer, his footsteps soft but audible on the carpeted floor as his form settled behind yours. Your breath caught when his fingers trailed over your arm and he leaned in, pressing his face to the side of your head as he breathed in. “You smell good,” he stated plainly, deep voice vibrating in your ears and making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

“Um… thank you…” you answered, hearing your voice waver.

Just when you thought he might make a move (was this already a move?), and just when you thought you might actually reciprocate if he did, he pulled away. “I should… I’m sorry, I oughta— I have work to get done.”

Before you could even begin to wonder what he was talking about, he had already slipped out of the darkroom and back into the hall. Oddly enough, you were sure you heard him start running the second the door was shut. You considered shrugging it off and getting back to work, but the more you thought about it, the more you were worried. Most of all, you wondered if he had seen something in your photographs that gave him a lead on what killed the poor old man.

That possibility needed to be investigated further.

So, you powered down your equipment and left the darkroom, leaving just in time to see the Sheriff stumble out of the back door of the station, seeming to be limping slightly.

Too curious now to stay away, you followed his path and pushed the door open with your weight, seeing him making a mad dash for the nearby treeline.

“No, Lee, the woods—!” you warned, horrified to imagine that he could meet the same fate as the man in your photographs. You weren’t dressed well enough for the weather— already the evening breeze blew against your bare legs and made you shiver— but you forged ahead regardless.

The moon light was just enough to illuminate your path at first, but as the clouds moved and the tree cover grew thicker, squinting just didn’t do enough to help you see. Generally, you weren’t afraid of the dark, but this was different… it was cold, and you were alone; but you didn’t feel quite as alone as you would’ve liked to. You called out for Lee, only hearing the gentle rustle of the leaves and the occasional snapping of twigs on the ground.

At about the same time you considered turning back and using one of the station phones to call some officers for a search, you heard something. A whine, maybe, or a whimper. You weren’t sure what it was; it only just barely sounded human.

“Lee, are you out there?” you called, whipping your head around wildly.

In desperate need of light to navigate your way, you had a moment of insight and reached for the camera slung by your hip. You relieved yourself of the shoulder strap, pointed the camera ahead, and opened up the flash.

CLICK. A brief moment of light gave you at least an idea of where you were standing. It was impossible not to notice how similar it looked to the background of the photos you had just been developing. You realized, then, that you’d worried so much for Lee’s safety in these woods, but hadn’t considered your own.

Lee, at least, had a gun. You just had a camera. Both could shoot, but only one could protect you.

CLICK. You moved in the direction that you remembered as clear. It was even harder to see in the dark after the bright light had burned your eyes slightly, and you longed to reach out ahead to feel out your path yet found yourself too terrified of what you might touch. You could hear the flash charging between shots, you knew well enough by now what it sounded like when the camera was ready to shoot again.

CLICK. Something white reflected back in the distance, so you moved that way, nearly tripping on a root for your trouble.

The cloud over the moon finally blew away, and just barely— finally— your eyes could make out the shape of Lee, leaned against a tree and breathing deep and fast. His back was turned to you, but even then you could see he didn’t look well, his back bending and swelling with each panting breath that grew louder as you stepped closer.

“Oh my god, Sheriff?!” you squawked, sprinting closer. “Are you alright?” you asked loudly, but when you reached out to touch him he spun to look at you, eyes wild and teeth bared.

“Leave,” he growled between panting breaths.

“You… you’re…” you tried to begin, but you were speechless as you tried to imagine what trick of the light could make him look like he was getting taller, like his eyes and face were shifting.

“GO!” he bellowed.

You stumbled back, dropping your camera but too terrified to even hear the bulb shatter as it hit the ground. Your legs couldn’t move right, your eyes couldn’t look away from what you were seeing, and what you were seeing… you couldn’t describe it, couldn’t understand it.

It didn’t look like what scary stories and picture books told you a werewolf was. It didn’t look like an animal; it sure as hell didn’t look like a person. Disturbingly, it still looked a bit like Lee, even though his Sheriff’s uniform was tearing at the seams from his morphing, swelling body. His cries were broken and twisted as his face seemed to be overtaken by teeth— so many teeth— and dark fur.

Ultimately, one last command to "go" was lost to a howl.

You finally managed to get your brain and body on the same page, turning and scrambling to run away, hearing him chase behind you.

He walked on two legs but ran on four, his snarls coming closer and closer as you made a mad dash for the distant light of the police station. Cold wind blew past you as you sprinted, coming to a sudden halt as you tripped and landed on the ground. Leaves crunched under your hands and feet as you tried to stand back up, but he was already above you, tossing you to the ground again and pinning you at your shoulders.

You tried to kick him away once he'd turned you into your back, but it was laughable— pitiful, even. When he curled his lips back to brandish his glistening fangs, growling deeply, you were too stunned to fight. But you could beg.

“Lee, please, please don’t eat me,” you sobbed.

“I didn’t turn to feed,” he informed you, and it almost sounded like Lee, aside from the depth and roughness that shook you to your core. “I turned to mate.”

“No…” you whispered, denial more than rejection— and as you looked down between your body and his where he hovered over you, you choked on your breath at the sight of his cock, erect and reddened and.... for lack of a better word, enormous.

You weren’t excessively familiar with human cocks (not all the rumors about the new girl who moved here from the city were true), but this one seemed different than what you’d seen, most notably in the size but additionally in how you could see it pulsing and throbbing. His teeth were bared as his claw-laden hands grabbed your legs, lifting and spreading them. Your stupid dress just fell away and exposed you easily, like it didn’t even care that he was a monster.

Your panties were already damp, like you didn’t even care that he was a monster.

A deep breath in through his snout-like nose made it clear he was picking up your scent. He grinned and you shuddered.

You’d seen how deep those claw marks could go, so you were surprised when he was delicate enough to tear your clothes off without ripping your skin. The fear that he could or would, though, kept your heart pumping plenty fast— or maybe that was because of his dark blue eyes scanning your nude form hungrily.

He adjusted your hips as he held you with his… paws, one might call them, pulling you closer and bumping his thick, swollen head against your entrance.

"No, you can't—" you stammered, not sure if you meant morally or physically. There was no way that would fit in you, right? There was no way Lee would force himself on you… right?

The noise you made when he pushed into your channel was, ironically, animalistic. His intrusion stretched you wide and filled you deep, and he wasted no time in setting a brutal pace that slammed his rough, strong thighs against the back of your soft ones.

Fear paralyzed you, made you unwilling and unable to fight back. He was all claws and teeth— where could you reach to try to push him away, without the extremely high risk of him just biting your weak little hand off? No, it was better that you just laid there, whimpering and sobbing and trying with all your might not to moan at the feeling of being fucked, hard, in the woods, by a beast.

His tongue on your neck was an odd sensation, another way he forced you to acknowledge that this wasn’t normal— because no human tongue was this long, this thick and hot, nor surrounded by sharp teeth that grazed your jaw and cheek.

“Gonna breed you,” he informed you coldly. It made you squirm beneath him with renewed vigor, desperate not to be filled with the seed of— well, of anyone, but especially not this thing. Could it get you pregnant, were you even biologically compatible? You didn’t want to find out.

“Please, no,” you whimpered.

“If you hate it so much then why is your cunt sucking me in so tight?” he whispered gruffly against your ear before licking it, too, with that cursed tongue.

His question was probably rhetorical, but either way you couldn’t answer it— you had no idea why your body was submitting so easily, why your walls welcomed him so eagerly, why your legs wrapped around his hips to pull him closer. Further, you had no idea why you were about to come.

Numbness and sensitivity warred across your body, everything feeling tighter and hotter and heavier until you finally snapped and your body shook and convulsed. His arms reached beneath where your back was arching, and you clutched at his shoulders as your fingers weaved into the fur you found there.

Of course he didn’t stop when you reached your peak, he wouldn’t stop for anything now, so you were forced to take him just as deep and hard as always even as your body went limp and became overwhelmingly sensitive. It was clear, then, that your pleasure was only collateral damage to him; he was using your body for whatever he wanted, to sate his biological drive to impregnate something. Like everything else about this, it was disgusting yet annoyingly arousing.

It's hard to say how long you laid there, limply jolting with each of his thrusts, dripping your arousal onto the cold earth beneath you, moaning weakly as you alternated between pleading for mercy and pleading for more. You watched the clouds blow through the night sky, afraid to look up at his monstrous face, at his pointed ears and shining teeth. Occasionally you glanced down and noted the way your stomach bulged from the size of him; you couldn't look at that anymore because it would either make you sick or make you come again.

You gurgled and choked as you felt his cock swelling inside you— bigger, wider, until your body was stretched beyond its limits.

"Take my knot," he instructed darkly, "my little bitch."

Disturbingly, you realized he probably wasn't calling you that to insult you: it was literal. You were his breeding bitch, a womb to carry his litter, and you whined at the way it made your gut sink in shame.

His noises were more animal-like than ever while he came inside you, thick come all but pouring into you as he panted and growled. Funny thing was, it just didn't stop: he kept coming for so long, giving you so much while the knot kept every drop inside.

You'd never felt so full in your life, of anything, let alone hot come that made you feel warm and sticky and dripping wet.

The knot kept you plugged and showed no signs of going down as he caged your body in, nuzzling into your neck. He could bite you now and end it all, but you weren't afraid of that since he seemed to have found a better purpose for you. His heavy breathing made his back rise and curve above you, his clawed hands pinning your wrists beside your head while he started to lick and nibble at your ear, neck, and collarbone.

You didn't even notice that you'd fallen asleep until you awoke in the wee hours of the morning— that time just before sunrise where there's light but no real color in the sky yet— with Lee asleep on top of you. Regular Lee, that is, naked with no fur whatsoever and a normal cock that had softened inside you.

Okay, maybe "normal" was a strong word considering it was still pretty big and deliciously thick despite not even being hard anymore, but at the very least totally human.

"Lee," you whispered harshly, shaking him to try to wake him up. "Sheriff."

He stirred, and his cock moved inside you; the subtle stimulation on your sore insides made you moan lowly and involuntarily squeeze your walls around him. That got his attention, and you heard his breathing change beside your ear before he groaned a little.

"Mornin'," he greeted, his grin audible in his tone as he sat up slightly and looked down at you. You reached up and brushed your hand over his chest, happy to find a much thinner layer of hair there than last night. "Of all the times I woke up in this forest with no fuckin' idea what happened the night before… this has got to be my favorite."

"What's the last thing you remember?" you asked.

"I told you to run… I must've caught you, huh…"

You nodded and bit your lip.

"You know I can't stop, when I'm like that… I didn't mean to—"

"It's okay," you sighed, "you didn't— it wasn't you."

"But it's my seed in you," he remembered, his words sending a little tingle up your spine.

He must have felt it, must have seen your eyes widen or heard you gasp a little, because he grinned proudly as he looked down at you.

"Oh, you really love it, huh? Love bein' mine…"

His hands held your arms tight as he pinned them down, making you whimper a little while he leaned in to suck on your neck.

"Love bein' bred like a bitch, ain't that right?"

You heard the deep, desperate moan before you even realized it had come from your mouth, his chuckle beside your ear making your heart twist.

"Yeah, I can tell… who knew you were so dirty, little lady? Sweet girl like you shouldn't be gettin' off on being ravaged in the woods by a monster."

"Y-you're not a monster," you protested weakly.

"I eat people," he reminded you, letting go of your hands which you instantly weaved into his hair.

"Well, that's… everybody's got flaws, that's all."

"Yeah? And what's yours?" he teased.

"I've got a crush on my boss," you answered with a grin, "and I came harder than I ever have in my life being fucked by… what are you?"

"The clinical term is lycanthrope."

"Right," you nodded, "that."

"And what would a pretty girl like you have a crush on me for, hm?"

"I dunno," you smiled coyly, running a finger down his chest, "guess I just thought you were cute…"

"Cute?!" he scoffed incredulously.

"Yeah… and sweet… you know, you go around actin' all tough and stuff, but I think you're really just harmless."

He cut you off with a growl as he lightly bit at your neck, holding your arms down again and tightening his grip on your wrists until you yelped and giggled happily. "Oh, honey, you have no idea yet just how monstrous I can really be…"

#lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker smut #lee bodecker x you #werewolf!lee bodecker #?? how do I tag this lol

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eremiie · 3 years

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could you make a fic where eren or whoever gets freakay in the back of a cab?

extra tip, please?;

❥ eren x reader | 1.7k words | nsfw

❥ CAN I??? i sure can, here you go🤲🏾

❥ in which eren gets impatient and wants to please you in the back of a cab

❥ content: thigh riding, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, semi public sex well it’s basically public, grinding, eren being a baby

the night sky was beautiful, people walking up and down the busy streets much like you and eren, who decided to watch a movie in the local theater on the same night.

however, eren deemed the movie to be boring; the whole time he was teasing you about your movie selection, snorting at corny scenes and picking up his phone time to time.

he also kept his hand on your thigh, leaning his head into your neck and giving light pecks despite your small protests of, "eren, stop! watch the movie!” you were enjoying the attention in a way, when he would pull your leg on top of his and tell you how you guys should ditch the movie and just go home.

"but then our tickets would go to waste." you pouted, taking a sip of your red slushy while your head rested on your boyfriend's shoulder.

"i payed for them, i don't care. i just wanna go home with you right now." eren whined. his hand roamed around your stomach, trailing down until he reached the hem of your shirt, pushing his warm palm underneath until you tried to pull it away. "c'mon, lets go."

you knew exactly what he wanted, and just the way his fingers would dance across your skin, the way he would squeeze the flesh of your thighs between his palm, kiss the crevice of your neck and nibble on it slightly until your breath hitched made you want to give in.

so you did.

you let eren pull you up, essentially leaving your slushy and popcorn behind, and you let him drag you out of the theater, wandering eyes wondering what the two of you were giggling about.

the cold evening air had hit your skin as soon as you stepped outside and you wished you brought a jacket, but eren's arms wrapped around your waist keeping you close and kissing you here and there almost made the cold feel like nothing.

"put your thumb out, we gotta get another cab." he mumbled against the skin behind your ear and you obliged while his hands ran up and down your body, trying their best to get under your skirt without you pushing him away with a laugh.

eventually a cab did stop for the two of you and eren all but threw you into the back of the vehicle, closing the door behind the two of you and pulling you onto his thigh, keeping your side snug against him as he peppered more kisses on your chest. it would've been more embarrassing if it wasn't for the divider between the front and back seats of the car, despite the little reach through window where you could see the windshield.

"where to?" the young taxi driver asked minding his business, not even daring to figure out what the shuffling and smooching noises were that elicited from the back seat.

"hm, uh, trost.." eren forcefully disconnected his lips from yours for a split second to continue his sentence immediately missing that cherry flavor on your tongue, and his eyes darkened at your eagerness, him pulling you against him tighter. "trost street."

if the cab driver responded, or even nodded, neither you or eren could've noticed, and on the cab driver's side; he couldn't really tell what was going on in the backseat, as your body on top of eren limited the view of the small divider. however, when he looked into the rear view mirror he could see eren's hand roaming up and down your body, to your sides and down where he could only imagine where they stopped.

he could also only imagine an extra tip once you guys would leave the vehicle, and with that he sighed.

eren continued his kisses down the side of your neck, trying his best to get you to let out a moan although you didn't want to in kindness towards the cab driver, you wanted to spare him the ride as much as you could. his hands pinched your sides as well, forming a grip that would steady you as he rolled his leg up from under you, meeting your clothed heat with need that only you could disperse.

you tried to cover up your moan with a mere "oh," once eren began a steady pace, and you could begin to feel the wetness growing in your underwear. you grinded against his thigh more fervently while his eyes lazily trailed down your body, stopping at where your skirt was bunched up over his thigh, and thank goodness you wore a skirt.

it was such a turn on, watching you try to get yourself off from just his thigh, and he couldn't help but stop his movements just to see how you would react.

you let out a sigh of discontent instead of letting it be a whimper and continued to try to ground down on eren's leg, until he pulled you closer to him, his fingers gripping your jaw until his mouth brushed against your ear slightly.

"look at you, trying to get yourself off like that..." he mumbled before turning his head to kiss your cheek, the hair dangling in the front of his face tickling your skin and making you shudder.

your eyebrows turned up and your mouth parted as your movements stuttered. "eren, more." you whispered, and by surprise he pulled you into his lap until you were situated right above his hardening dick, letting his hips jut up to meet yours and you bit your lip to stop any noise curdling inside your throat. at one point the car jolted causing him to buck up into you more harshly and you couldn't help but let out a soft moan, quickly covering your mouth and coughing into your hand. luckily your cab driver didn't even look back, although you weren't sure if it was out of your own embarrassment or his.

eren's kisses continued until they were at your chest while he continued his movements, where he began to suck darkening marks into your skin right above your breast. he nipped at the skin lightly once he was satisfied, and satisfied with the way you let out small "ah," and slumped down to bury your head into his neck when he finished giving you your love marks.

eren moved down as well determined to have you reach your high. "nuh uh, i want you to cum on yourself baby. don't let up now." he murmured softly so only you could hear, and he stifled a groan when you let out a small sob from the cramps rising in your legs from the continuous grinding motion. eren started to catch on and began turning your body around from his sitting position until you were facing the windshield, your head resting on his shoulder. "hold on," he scooted you up in the slightest so he could shrug off his jacket, placing it over your lap with a pat.

eren pecked your forehead and let his hands slide down your top until it was at the band of your skirt, slipping his hand through and then fumbling to pull aside your underwear. the warm intruding feeling of his hand near your pussy made you drop your jaw and your breathing jagged. of course this feeling accompanied by eren's barely audible groans from beside your ear at how slick you were.

"i did this? you're this wet because of me?" he asked you while his fingers played with your folds, gathering your wetness on his fingers before letting one slip into you. "right? you're this wet cause you want my dick?"

your toes curled in your shoes, and a whine came out of you this time, although it was a quiet one. god, did you want it so bad. eren’s fingers continued to pump in and out of you and he let his other hand slip under your shirt until it met your bra, going under your wire until his palm sat right over your nipple, him kneading at your breast to encourage your high further. you nodded your head in response to eren’s earlier words, screwing your eyes shut and dropping your head as well at the ecstasy.

“cum for me then,” eren was still next to your ear, his words feeling drowned out through your wave of pleasure, but you were snapped out of it when you couldn’t feel the movements of his fingers anymore, them resting inside of you, your walls tightening around them. “and when we get home, i’ll give you this dick... if you’re lucky.”

a shiver ran up your spine and came out of your mouth in the form of his name, “eren...” you began to gyrate your hips in efforts to get his fingers moving again, your free arm now gripping at his on your bra through your top, and with that he started to thrust his fingers again, this time curling them against your favorite spot inside of you.

your movements worked in synchronous with his and along with the “that’s right,” and “feel good?”s that came from eren while he drove you to your orgasm, you finally came, clenching around his fingers tight, and gripping his hand even tighter, pulsing and coming around those nimble digits.

“fuck, baby,” you panted softly while eren continued to pump his fingers slower inside of you to help calm your climax. eventually, he pulled them out and you slid into the seat next to him, your legs hooked over one of his. you rested your head on his shoulder and looked up at the brunette to see him peering down at you as well, and then he brang his slender fingers to his mouth to suck on the saccharine taste you produced. “mm...” he put on a show, letting his tongue lap at his fingers before removing them from his mouth and moving them to your lips, prodding at them to usher you to get a taste of yourself as well.

once you complied by opening your mouth, he let his fingers go further down, until he curled them your jaw hanging open to make space for the intrusion. “good girl...” eren leaned down, kissing you lightly. “‘m gonna fuck you good when we get home okay?”

and you nodded in response unable to speak until he removed his fingers from your mouth, you wiping the saliva from your jaw while eren wiped it from his mouth onto his jeans. only then did you realize he was still hard, but you knew you’d take care of it when you got home.

needless to say; eren left the cab driver not only his own problem, but yes, an extra tip.

did i add that one line from that song? yes, yes i did.

#eren jaeger x reader #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger #attack on titan #eren jaeger smut

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bastillewolf · 3 years

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It’s More About Looks Than Skill (X)

Pairing: Ryuk/Reader

Summary: Ryuk finds himself gaining feelings for Light Yagami’s best friend, but she doesn’t know he exists. When he makes the grave mistake of touching her, he makes things a lot more complicated.

Notes: New year new chapter, but let’s hope I update more frequently than that now lol. Please leave me a kick in the ass so I stop procrastinating, thanks! And also big thank you to the immense support. Love you guys <3

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Chapter X

She really couldn’t help herself. What sane person wouldn’t start screaming the second they hopped onto a Shinigami’s back and started flying? She clung onto Ryuk’s neck for dear life, her legs wrapped around his middle while his wings flapped them higher and higher until they’d reached a thick level of fluffy clouds with the dark sky above them. There, the wings stopped flapping, and she found herself gliding through the air, her hair being pulled back by the gentle breeze. She realized how harshly she was squeezing Ryuk, and quickly loosened her grip to a point that she was still comfortable she wouldn’t be able to accidentally let go.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured in his ear. It was actually very beautiful, now that she took a good look around her. Below the white, she could see all sorts of lights from the city flickering through, as if they were mirroring the stars above.

“I can take it. I just wasn’t expecting you to scream, is all,” Ryuk replied gently, “I thought you wanted to fly?”

“Y-Yes, I did. It’s just… a lot scarier than it looks. I don’t have wings, so rationally if I let go I would definitely not survive. I think even L could confirm that with percentages and a graph.”

“Rationally I would catch you. I’m heavier, I fall faster than you. You would be saved before you could say ‘Shinigami’.”

She chuckled, “Rationally I wouldn’t count on that. Maybe I don’t trust you. Rationally.”

He turned his head slightly, but she was still unable to see his facial expression from her position on his back. However, it became rather apparent through the sad note in his voice when he spoke. “You don’t trust me?”

She quickly shook her head, “No, I’m sorry Ryuk, that’s not what I meant. I mean that I should rationally not count on you catching me if I fall. I made the decision to hop on your back, thus it is my responsibility to take responsibility for my actions and face the consequences. If I fall, it would be my mistake.”

“Even if it were, I’d still catch you. I’d always catch you.”

She felt a sense of ease wash over her, along with a tingle in her stomach, but she wasn’t quite sure what that meant. She smiled, resting her head on his shoulder, and breathing in a waft of fresh air that dragged along a hint of Light’s cologne. “How come you’re never this nice to Light?”

Ryuk chuckled dryly. “Because he’s not you.”

He felt a blush coat his cheeks when he felt her hands running along the feathers of his wings in a slow, gentle manner. She kept doing this until they’d landed, and then proceeded to latch onto his hand after they’d landed in the back of an alleyway.

Even if you do not actually possess the Death Note, the effect will be the same if you recognize the person and his/her name to place in the blank.

Ryuk was in love. There, he could finally say it. He’d been on a date and now he could say he was in love. He was slightly hunched over so the girl could hold his hand without people noticing at her side, but not for one second did he feel an ache in his back. All he could think about was the way she’d clung onto him, how she’d touched him, how sweet she’d sounded muttering nothings in his ear while she stroked his feathers. Affection wasn’t something that came naturally to him, Shinigami’s never really deemed such thing necessary. Yet with her, he seemed to want to keep her hand in his forever.

Unfortunately, fate seemed to have other plans for him, because she was the one who dropped it like a ton of bricks, along with his heart. Then he noticed the reason for her sudden shift, and it was standing in front of Light’s house. She lightly tugged on the chain that was stuck to the other death note he was carrying and kept her fingers wound tightly around it, but he didn’t mind. If she wanted to take his Death Note, she could go right ahead and do it. That’s how happy he was.

Until he met the bleak pale-yellow eyes of the tall creature hovering above the blonde stranger in front of them.

***

“Okay, Ryuk, we need to have a little talk,” Light started. They’d just been at the hotel, where they’d found out the second Kira was willing to do everything Light wanted them to do. They were supposed to set up a meeting place and Light wanted to prepare. She knew a round of questioning was about to begin, so she plopped down onto his bed in an instant.

Ryuk sighed, “Should’ve known.”

“And I’d appreciate an answer if you could,” Light added. “If two Shinigami happened to meet in the human world, are they allowed to speak to each other?”

“Hard to say,” the Shinigami replied. “As long as I’m attached to a human, I’d say it’s against the rules unless I had their permission first. But there are no laws against it either, so I guess it’s possible that another Shinigami might talk to me.”

“So, does that mean that if this fake Kira’s Shinigami were to see you, there’s a chance he might mention the fact that you’re with me and reveal that I’m Kira?”

“They probably wouldn’t, but it depends on their personality.”

“And if this kind of situation did arise I can assume you’ll act the way you normally do?”

“Yeah,” Ryuk said, “Even if I see another human with a Shinigami I’m not gonna tell you.”

“Well, I definitely think you’ve got the right approach.”

“Humph, thanks.”

***

“Oops,” he couldn’t help but curse under his breath, recalling the conversation he’d had with Light. He didn’t recognize the Shinigami before them, but if they wanted to, they could directly link Ryuk to the girl that was latching onto him. They might think she was the real Kira.

Though the latest message had already revealed Light’s stunt in the city with the group of people surrounding Ryuk had been a failure and he had been discovered to the fake Kira, there would be no good explanation for him to be hanging around this human.

Luckily for him, the other Shinigami remained deathly silent, until the girl at her side turned.

“Oh, hello there!” she said.

She blinked in response. “Uh… I- Uh… Aren’t you that girl from TV?”

The blonde giggled profusely, suddenly walking up to her as casual as could be. “Yes, I’m Misa, nice to meet you! Do you want an autograph?”

She scratched the back of her head awkwardly, “Uh, no, I think I’m good. Were you looking for Light?”

“Eh?” Ryuk vocalized. He didn’t expect her to be so blunt about it. But then again, he realized, Light had most likely already been discovered. He just didn’t know how she detected that this was the second Kira without being able to see the second Shinigami floating only a few feet away.

“Oh, I was. Are you friends with him?” Misa’s head turned, but her eyes held a sudden blank expression as if her mind were calculating a proper physical response once she’d gotten answers.

“Yeah, for like, my entire life. How do you know him?”

“Oh… I just, I found the notebook he left in class. Then I looked him up online and I thought his resume was very… impressive. I just really wanted to meet him, he seems like such an intelligent guy.”

Ryuk heard the other Shinigami audibly sigh.

“Well, why don’t I introduce the two of you then? I’m sure he’s still up at this hour, and I was just on my way to see him now.”

“S-Sure!” Misa replied hesitantly.

She wished Light’s sister, Sayu, could’ve at the very least toned down her excitement a bit when she met Misa, but alas, she was in awe, as well as the girl’s mother. Light eventually came trotting down the stairs behind them, his neutral facial expression continuing to withstand even as he saw the strange scene before him. He managed to shoo his family members away and closed the front door behind him. She could’ve sworn she hadn’t heard crickets chirping before that.

“Uhm, pleased to meet you,” Misa started, sinking to her knees in a bow, “I’m Misa Amane.” She then glanced at you, and back at Light again.

Ryuk chuckled until he heard the other God of Death say, “Misa, the girl is being followed by another Shinigami. I doubt she isn’t aware of it.”

Misa made a noise of understanding, before looking at the odd placement of your hand which was still wrapped around Ryuk’s chain. “I thought you might get worried if you saw that message on TV. I just couldn’t take it anymore so I brought… this notebook.” She held out an identical copy of his Death Note in front of Light, and Ryuk heard the girl next to him audibly groan. Of course, the girl had no issue showing something like that out in the open. It was like she had no idea.

Light touched it, yet he made no sound. “Does she know? About all of it?” Misa questioned, directedly pointing her gaze at his best friend. Light nodded, so she was allowed to touch it as well. She very much tried, but unfortunately, her poker face wasn’t as good as Light’s, so she ended up with her mouth slightly agape. Ryuk lifted a finger to close it.

They decided it would be best to move the conversation inside, so they did, and Light had cautiously locked his bedroom door behind them after making sure his mother and sister thought this was just a nice drop-by from his (girl)friend.

“Have a seat.”

As Misa sat in Light’s desk chair, his best friend scooted onto the mattress behind him with Ryuk towering over them at the bedside. Her Shinigami, a pale skeleton with yellow eyes and purple hair and what appeared to be vampiric teeth, stood guard behind Misa.

“How did you find me?” Light decided to ask.

She answered with a gasp, “I knew it! You never made the Shinigami-eye deal. When you have the Shinigami-eyes like I do, you can see most people’s name and lifespan just by looking at them. However, you can’t see the lifespan of any person who possesses a Death Note.”

Light glanced over at Ryuk, looking for an explanation, but Ryuk seemed just as shocked. “No kidding! I have to admit, even I wasn’t aware of that little detail.”

“Well, now you’ve managed to find me, but you were careless; what if you’d been caught by the police? Then they’d know everything about Kira!”

“It’s all right,” Misa said, “Because the police didn’t catch me and if I do as you say from now on, they’ll never be able to. So we’re safe. After all, don’t you need someone to see L’s name? If you want, I could be your eyes. So…”

“Yeah? So what?”

“-Would you please make me your girlfriend?”

Both Ryuk and the girl behind him burst out laughing, but he decidedly ignored them. He then proceeded to question her about her strategy in the city, as well as the evidence she could’ve left behind. She ended up even offering her Death Note to him, and while she’d still be the rightful owner, Light would be in control of it, and she of her Shinigami-eyes.

“-And if I become a burden to you, you can just kill me, okay?” Misa said pleadingly.

“But you might’ve removed several pages from your Death Note, you could be hiding them somewhere for all I know!”

“Why are you so suspicious of me?” she cried out, getting up from the chair and stomping her foot on the floor, “I already told you, I don’t care even if all you do is use me! Please believe me!”

“Why are you so willing to give up your life for him?” (Y/N) asked, and Light had to admit, that was the question he’d been building towards this entire time.

“Oh, I wouldn’t expect you to understand-“ Misa spat.

“Hey,” Light barked, “If you want to show your loyalty, how about you start being nicer to the only person I’ve trusted with my secret so far and has kept it?”

“How can you be so sure you can trust her?! I bet she’s only in it so she can take it from you after you’re dead, so she can become the new Kira!”

“How dare you!” (Y/N) snarled warningly, but Misa was already launching herself at the girl.

Light hadn’t quite seen that coming. Thankfully, Ryuk had. He took the blonde girl by her arm and lifted her until her feet didn’t touch the floor anymore and she’d let out a startled scream. He noticed the other Shinigami wanted to step in already, but Light was faster. “Misa, if you and I were to work together, I need to know you can make rational decisions without letting your emotions get the better of you. Can you do that?”

She didn’t really look at him, so he decided to repeat himself, this time a bit more convincingly, “If you were to be my girlfriend, I need to know if you can tolerate being around my best friend.”

At this, she lit up, and Ryuk was quick to let go of her.

When she’d finally left, the girl he’d just been on a date with was now slung around his neck, having climbed on top of the bed to be able to reach him. His large hands grasped her sides, and his smile had grown even wider.

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queensoybean0724 · 3 years

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Succession Chapter 2

Here is Chapter 2! I hope y'all like it!

Title: Succession Chapter 2

Characters: female reader, Karl Heisenberg, Salvatore Moreau, lycans, mentions of OC

Rating: PG-13 for images of gore, scenes of terror, possible kidnapping trigger warnings

Summary: You discover a long lost relative from Moldova has died and you are his sole beneficiary. You are on board a plane to collect your inheritance when your plane crashes in a village in Romania.

Author’s Notes: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village. This is a work of fiction. Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

It’s unusual how your senses come back to you when you regain consciousness after a trauma. You couldn’t see at first or maybe it was that your hearing arrived before you opened your eyes. It felt as if a pair of sound cancelling headphones were slowly pulled from your ears. Then followed your sense of touch. Blistering cold hit your skin and seemed to seep in and nestle into your bones. It felt sharp and painful against your cheek as if someone were drawing a scalpel across your flesh. Pain surged to the forefront and with that, you finally opened your eyes.

It was dark inside the cabin of the plane, the only light being the natural light shining through the damage to the hull. The window next to you was shattered and you felt cuts along your arm. The seatbelt had you secured to your seat and it was cutting into your stomach, adding to the all-over pain in your body. The air mask was still secure over your mouth. Lifting your hand shakily to remove the mask, you took in your surroundings.

The wind whipping outside the plane was the only thing you could hear. You listened for the voices of any passengers, whether they be whispers, cries, or shouts for help. It was as quiet as a tomb.

“Br-Bruce?” you whispered, looking towards his seat. The darkened plane made you strain your eyes in order to see him. His body was slumped away from you, his bottom half held still by his seat belt. You slowly reached for him and grabbed his arm, pulling him towards you. His body slid against his seat before slumping towards you. His eyes were open. The air mask was over his mouth. You pulled the mask from his head to see if he was breathing. His mouth hung open. He was dead.

“Oh god…” you whimpered, your body beginning to shake. He was the only person you knew on this flight. You didn’t know what to do or who to call out for. “Hello?” you croaked as you lifted your head to look over the seat before you. Your throat was scratchy and sore from the cold air. “Can anyone hear me? Help!!” You were met with silence.

Surely someone had to be alive. You couldn’t be the sole survivor in this crash. Reaching down for the clasp of the seatbelt, you pressed the button and released yourself. You took one last look at Bruce’s lifeless body as you crawled over him and into the aisle. “I’m sorry,” you whispered to him, running your hand over the top of his head.

The plane was a mangled mess, suitcases and bags strewn everywhere from the impact. Bodies were in the aisle and tossed across seats and hanging over the armrests. “Is anyone alive?” you asked in a raised voice.

You stepped over bodies and suitcases, holding on to the seats on either side of you. The wind from outside blew into the cabin, blowing your hair around your face. You were freezing and quaking from the cold. The clothing you were wearing was not enough to keep you warm. Thankfully, you remembered the flight attendants taking coats at the beginning of the flight and placing them in a small closet towards the front of the plane. Finding the closet, you pried it open, finding the heaviest coat inside, and put it on.

Making your way towards an area that had been split open from the crash, you continued looking around for survivors. You listened closely for any voices, hoping and praying that someone else had survived.

Panic began to set in once you exited the plane. Snow coated the ground. Trees stood gangly and devoid of leaves. The clouds above were thick and vast, hiding any trace of sunlight. You looked around for houses or buildings...for any signs of life.

You trudged around the debris, searching for a path or road that could lead to civilization. The village that you had seen from the plane couldn’t be far from where the plane had crashed. Maybe you could knock on doors and use someone’s phone to call for help. Or the black box...every plane had a black box. Surely someone had been notified that the plane went down or where it disappeared from radar.

You continued walking around the plane, looking high and low for anything. The snow crushed under your shoes. You slipped and fell a few times from icy patches under the snow. Pulling the coat tighter around you, you shoved your hands into the pockets, rubbing your body to keep them warm.

As you were coming back around to where you had exited the plane, a noise came from inside. Suitcases rustled and fell over and you heard an audible grunt. Oh thank god, you thought, someone is alive! Perhaps someone finally regained consciousness and is trying to get out and get help. You ran around the plane and peered inside.

A man was hunched over a body, his clothing tattered and torn. He was pressing on the person’s chest, shaking the body, perhaps trying to perform CPR.

“Hey!” you called out to the man, your voice filled with hope and relief that you were not the only person that survived. The man stopped and slowly turned towards you.

What looked back at you was not the face of a survivor...or that of a human being. Tousled hair laid in a tangled heap on its head. The lips pulled back showing a row of jagged teeth. The eyes were devoid of anything that could be described as a soul. You listened as a low growl slipped from its mouth. Its mouth and hands were covered in blood and only then did it dawn on you that it was not performing CPR...it was feasting on the body.

“What the fuck?!?” you yelped, falling backwards in the snow. You scrambled away as the thing crawled from inside of the plane, advancing towards you. It let out a loud bark and a snarl, its eyes absolutely feral.

You jumped to your feet, turning to retreat and let out a loud scream. Two other things just like the one behind you blocked your escape. They were equally as terrifying...eyes, claws, fangs, and tattered clothing. What the hell were they??

You broke off to your right and ran towards the trees, hoping to lose them in the forest. A loud howl sounded from one of them and the other two snarled deep in their throats. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you ran as fast as your legs could take you. Adrenaline pumped throughout your body. You did not risk looking behind you for fear that it would hinder your escape.

The sound of their feet running in the sloshy snow began to increase and you knew they were getting closer. Oh god, oh god, they’re gonna kill me!

You saw a flash of something from the corner of your eye before feeling a large form shove into you and send you flying into a hill of snow. Rolling onto your back, you looked as a fourth monster stood before you, drool dripping from its teeth. It wrapped its hand around the tree next to it and stared you down.

“GET AWAY FROM ME!!” you yelled. The other three that had been chasing you joined up with the fourth and you knew that you were no match for all of them. Your heart beat wildly and you were frozen with fear, not knowing when they were going to pounce. One of them lunged forward, its hand gripping your ankle. As it leered over you, it let out a howl...and you screamed.

“Stop!” a voice sounded from behind the beasts. All four creatures stopped and turned towards the voice, standing straight and obedient. They parted and allowed the person to approach.

Person...the thing that approached you was not a person, but also was not like the feral animals that had been chasing you. Your eyes went wide and your mouth dropped open as a hunchbacked figure started hobbling towards you and the creatures. A large black cloak covered its body. As it came closer, you noticed long, thin arms...a humped back with a rippled form...and thin legs that ambled slowly towards you. The creatures watched the thing walk past them and closer to you. The face was grotesque, jagged teeth sticking out from under gray lips. The skin was pale and appeared sickly. An intense odor of fish and sweat formed around it. You had to breathe through your mouth to keep from gagging.

“Are y-you okay?” the thing asked, hobbling closer to you. Panic and adrenaline still surged in your body and you crawled backwards to keep distance between the two of you. He noticed and stopped, slowly lifting his hands in front of him. “Don’t be sc-scared,” the thing stammered, “I won’t hu-hurt you. And the lycans...won’t hurt...you ei-either.”

You looked back at the four monsters that stood behind the hunchback. They stood still, snarling and breathing heavily. The wind rustled the hair on their heads. The thing before you took another step forward and held out his hand. “My name...is...Salvatore Moreau,” he said, beckoning you to take his hand.

You stood on your own, falling backwards a few steps in order to keep your distance. Moreau whimpered and bent forward, taking a step back in order to respect your boundaries. “I won’t touch...you...I don’t...w-want you to be...afraid of m-me…”

His words made you lessen your defenses a bit. He looked like a monster just like the wolf-like creatures behind him, but none of them advanced on you or tried to harm you. You finally found your voice.

“I was in a plane crash,” you murmured, unsure of what to do next, “I don’t think anyone else is alive…”

Moreau looked back towards the wreckage and then over at the things behind him. Upon seeing one of them covered in fresh blood, he turned back towards you. “My lycans...sm-smelled fresh blood...they always run...towards...fre-fresh blood…”

You winced at the man’s deformed figure and his stuttered ramblings. Who were these things? Where the fuck were you?

“Can you help me?” you asked warily, taking a step towards him, “is there a phone? Can we call for help?”

Moreau bent forward in a coughing fit and retched. Green vomit gushed from his mouth and into the white snow. Steam rose from the vomit and you couldn’t stop yourself from gagging and putting your hand over your mouth. He heaved a few more times before looking back at you. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, “the fish...and my body...they don’t get a-along…”

What the fuck is going on, you thought. Was this an area that had fallen victim to radiation or poisoning in the water system? You tried to calculate in your mind how far away you were from Chernobyl...maybe what was going on here was similar to what went on there all those years ago.

“The only...ph-phone is at Alcina’s castle…” Moreau continued.

The castle?! The castle that you saw from overhead?! This was perfect! Maybe you could call for help and find your way to the embassy in this country and let them know that you were on a plane to Moldova. Surely the airline will wonder why their plane did not touch down at its destination and come looking for survivors.

“Can you take me to the castle, Mr. Moreau?” you asked, the first ounce of hope shining through.

“What the fuck is going on over here?!?!?!”

A gruff voice sounded from behind the lycans and all of you turned towards the sound. You watched as a man trudged through the snow, making his way over to the motley crew. He wore a black wide brimmed hat and a long brown trench coat with a tan shirt and brown pants underneath. A massive hammer sat across his shoulder with one hand gripping the long handle. The man’s gaze went from each lycan to Moreau...and finally resting on you.

“Well...who do we have here?” the man asked, pushing his way past Moreau. Upon closer inspection you saw that the man wore a pair of rounded lens sunglasses. You heard the clang of metal hanging around his neck as he moved closer. An amused smile spread across his mouth. You cleared your throat audibly.

“My name is Y/N and I was on the plane that crashed a few yards that way,” you murmured, pointing back towards the wreckage. Despite not being able to see his eyes from behind his sunglasses, you could feel his gaze. It was piercing, searching...as if he could see deep inside of you. It was equal parts unnerving and exhilarating, although you couldn’t pinpoint exactly why.

“Is that so?” the man asked, swinging his hammer around and setting it down in the snow. He stepped in front of you, holding out his hand. You kept your gaze on his face as you placed your hand in his. “My name is Karl Heisenberg,” he greeted, lifting your hand and pressing a kiss on the back of it. You shivered at his kiss, not knowing what came over you. It felt as if electrical charges flowed from his lips and down your skin, making your flesh erupt in goose bumps.

“Poor little pussycat,” Heisenberg remarked, looking you up and down, “the wreckage looks unbelievable. You must be positively traumatized…”

You nodded your head and lowered your hand back to your side. A gust of wind shook you to your core and you tightened the coat around yourself. “Umm...yes...Mr. Moreau here was telling me that there was a phone nearby...we could call for help…”

Heisenberg slowly turned his gaze back towards Moreau. You looked past him and saw that the deformed man cowered under Heisenberg’s gaze, taking a step backwards as if contemplating fleeing. Heisenberg turned back to you and flashed you a reassuring smile.

“Of course, my dear,” Heisenberg said, reaching to pick up his hammer, “come with me and we will surely find aid and assistance in the village…”

“We could ask Mother…” Moreau began, taking a step towards you and Heisenberg.

“Shut up, you freak!” Heisenberg snapped at Moreau. Your jaw dropped as you looked between the two men. Moreau bowed his head and retreated a few steps. You felt sorry for the poor man as you looked up at Karl Heisenberg and started to feel disdain for the man. Moreau was about to offer advice and was met with hostility. The poor man was not pleasant to look at, sure, but from what you could tell, he was harmless and seemed sincere and ready to help. You would sooner ask for Moreau’s help than Heisenberg’s help at that point.

“Thank you, Mr. Heisenberg,” you began, “but Moreau was telling me of a phone in a castle not far from here that I could use…” But as you were about to continue, Heisenberg held his hand up to silence you.

“Forgive me for my brash tone,” Heisenberg interrupted, “but my brother here does not know what he is talking about. Please, if you would accompany me to my factory, I have a working telephone there that you can use…”

You felt a growing sliver of fear in the pit of your stomach. The man before you was charismatic and confident, but there was something off about him.

“I think I’ll follow Moreau…” you murmured, moving around Heisenberg to go to Moreau. A sudden movement and Heisenberg’s gloved hand wrapped around your arm, stopping your retreat.

“Oh, no, ma’am...I insist you come with me…” Heisenberg growled.

You tried to pull your arm from his grasp, but his fingers only tightened. His grip began to hurt. “Let go of me,” you said, trying to pull away. He jerked your body closer to him as he looked down into your frightened face.

“There is no use arguing or putting up a fight, pussycat,” Heisenberg leered, “you’re coming with me…” And with that, he released your arm and swiftly wrapped his arm around your waist, hauling you against him, and walked back from where he came.

“MOREAU!” you screamed as Heisenberg marched away with you in tow. Heisenberg turned towards the man and shot him a murderous glare. “You keep your mouth shut about this…” he spat at Moreau, “...not a fucking word or I’ll kill you…” The hunchback only nodded and bowed his head.

“STOP! LET GO!! MOREAU!” you shouted, wriggling against Heisenberg’s grip on your waist. The feeble man only stood there helpless, looking down at the snow. His lycans began their retreat, disappearing into the forest.

“I’m sorry,” you heard Moreau whimper as Heisenberg dragged you off.

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levis-little-nuggie · 3 years

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How the brothers would react to catching f!MC riding a suction-cupped dildo on the communal HOL washing machine

I didn't think through how much I hate this idea, but I fuckin ran with it so here we are and I'm not apologizing. However the title is still a work in progress. I am accepting ideas.

This first one is Lucifer's reaction.

Warnings: little bit of blood (in a sexy way), he calls MC some vulgar names >:( but he apologizes so I guess it's okay, fem!MC because I was feeling self-indulgent.

Rating: explicit 😌

Word count (so far): 2,628

Carrying the weight of the hamper on her hip, MC closed the laundry room for behind her and padded over to the oversized washing machine. It was laundry day for her and living in a mansion with seven demon brothers didn't make this any easier. Their keen sense of smell had her on edge about keeping certain articles of clothing cleaner, washing them more frequently than when she lived in the human world.

She threw in her load of pajamas, towels, and underwear, including the pair she had been currently wearing, leaving her in an oversized shirt she'd "borrowed" from Beel. MC mixed in the detergent and fabric softener, and started the cycle. As the hot water started pouring into the bin, MC double-checked that the door was closed before pulling out the suction-cup dildo she'd hidden in the laundry bin and stuck it to the top of the washer. MC nudged the step stool closer to the machine, applied a generous amount of lube to the toy, clambered on top of the washer, and positioned herself over the dildo.

Thanks to previous instances in the laundry room, MC was fully aware of both the machine's durability to hold her weight comfortably, and its vigorous shaking when loads were unbalanced. Asmo had winked at her when she came running to him for help for taming the large appliance. "You could say, with a bit of creativity, it'd be the next best thing to sitting on my face, hon."

He'd been right. Unfortunately, this also meant that Asmo knew what laundry day meant to MC and she already felt mortified sharing this dirty secret with Asmo so MC tried her best to schedule her trip to the laundry room for whenever he wasn't home. Luckily enough, it seemed the rest of the brothers were completely unaware of her sinful indulgence and this activity quickly became addicting.

Having already been wet from the excitement, MC's fingers slid into her, pumping and scissoring to stretch herself open. She pressed the tip of the toy against her opening, biting her lip to stifle the noises she wanted to make as her fingers moved to circle over her clit, squeezing her eyes shut as her hips lowered onto the toy. Taking a few moments to breathe from the size of the dildo filling her up, MC maneuvered her legs to shift from her kneeling position sitting on the machine, toy fully sheathed inside, her ass against the lid, and legs hanging over the top.

Her hands trembled from both the excitement and the warmth that stirred in her lower abdomen as she reached for her phone; the machine would be still for awhile as the clothes soaked, but MC loved to fantasize she was cock-warming any one of the brothers until they both gave in and he fucked her mercilessly.

Lazily circling her hips to feel the toy move around inside her, MC mindlessly nibbled on her thumb while flicking thru Devilgram. Scrolling down the feed, she stopped to watch a video Mammon had posted, the audio flowing through the DDD's speakers a teaser for an upcoming song he was releasing. Turning up the volume on her device, MC let the video repeat as she felt herself getting hyped for the track to release. After double-tapping to like the post and leaving an energetic comment, MC opened the music app on her DDD and shuffled the playlist she made of the brothers' songs to stream while she opened a game on her phone to complete the daily task while waiting for the washer cycle to start.

The above set-up will be the same for all the brothers. Below this point will be Lucifer's reaction.

Another prank from the Lucifer You S*ck team left the eldest with some ruffled feathers and an ever-growing coffee stain on his RAD uniform. A vein pulsed on his forehead as he sauntered to the laundry room.

What he wasn't expecting, however, was to hear MC singing along to Satan's song behind the laundry room door. The eldest brother hesitated, his grip tightening on the doorknob as he debated waiting for her laundry to finish but found his brows furrowing as she stopped singing, the machine started its spin cycle, and the faintest of moans floated through the door.

"What in Diavolo's name-" Lucifer opened the door to investigate but halted as he took in the scene before him. MC's eyes had widened, staring directly at Lucifer in a way that perfectly explained the human idiom "like a deer stuck in the headlights." Her mouth was agape but quickly snapped shut as she tried to stifle her panting, legs crossing themselves in an attempt to look innocent, but her white-knuckle grip on the edge of the washer had him feeling alarmed.

"MC, what's going on? Are you feeling unwell?" The machine had started rocking as it began its spin cycle, but Lucifer couldn't figure out why MC was sitting on top of the washer. Was she feeling ill? Her forehead had a sheen of sweat, did she have a fever? Lucifer dropped his clean uniform and crossed the room so he was directly infront of MC, reaching out to feel her heated face, completely disregarding her feeble attempts to assure him she was fine.

'Lucifer! I'm fine, just doing some laundry' was what she wanted to say. However, with the machine rocking, the dildo was rubbing right up against her g-spot and she was fighting the urge to grind her hips. She managed to sound out the first half of his name, but the way his gorgeous, ruby eyes looked into hers with concern, his facial features that were carved by God himself, and a single thrust against that spot had her shivering, finishing the rest of his name in a sultry moan.

The Avatar of Pride blinked as the cogs in his brain stuttered trying to piece together what was happening, his hand froze in mid-air as he had been reaching out to feel the temperature of her skin. The machine continued to rock and MC couldn't find the strength to pretend she wasn't riding a dildo on the communal washing machine and felt her control starting to slip. MC couldn't read the expression on his face and averted her gaze, trying to deny that him watching her like this was turning her on even more.

Seeing his hand stretched out, MC leaned forward the small distance to press her cheek against his palm, biting her lip as she stole a glance at the demon. His eyes remained transfixed, dazed, but he didn't pull his hand away and MC was feeling a little more daring than usual. Tilting her head, she pressed his thumb against her lip, her eyes flickering again to his own for barely half a second, and closed her lips around the tip of his thumb, running her tongue along the seam of the leather. His lack of response coaxed MC on to keep going. Her tongue drew the digit in further, lips gliding over the leather, the material fueling new fantasies she'd previously overlooked.

As the dildo continued its steady rocking, MC felt her control melting away and frustration slowly started to build. Why hadn't he moved? Surely it'd be better if the eldest had scoffed in disgust and turned away than to have him just staring at her like this. She swirled her tongue around his thumb, lips hollowing as she sucked, trying to illicit some sort of response from the demon.

However, he remanded unmoving. MC felt an array of emotions ranging from frustration, shame, embarrassment, anger, all mixed with the sexual desire raging thru her, MC felt tears prick her eyes. She released the thumb from between her lips with an audible pop and faced Lucifer with a snarl; which he found endearing and as threatening as the chihuahua.

"I don't do live performances. Either touch me or leave." MC made a show or grabbing her breast from under her shirt, letting the pleasure from the toy fill her senses and began grounding her hips against the toy as the spin cycle picked up speed. Getting ready to bark at him again, MC yelped as the shirt was torn open and a pair of hands gripped her hips keeping her still but the dildo continued moving with the machine.

"I didn't realize our little human was such a naughty slut. Really. Sticking a toy on our washing machine? Are you that desperate to be fucked?" Nails bit into her flesh as his voice called out her sins, all traces of her bravado gone, replaced with an overwhelming sense of embarrassment and shame. MC tried hiding her face but he still saw the tears that threatened to spill over before crawl down her face and cooed.

"There's nothing to feel ashamed over, my dove. I apologize if I was too vulgar." Lucifer lifted her hips and she squirmed, not ready for him to see the full extent of the situation; the idea of the dildo coated in her juices waving about on top of the poor washing machine only intensified her embarrassment. However, before she could speak out, Lucifer dropped her hips causing her to slam herself back down on the toy. Stars erupted across her vision as the demon repeated the action, drinking in her reactions and felt his erection strain against his pants.

"This carnal desire is human nature. If anything, it's our own fault for not considering such a basic need." His fingers trailed along her neck, tapping against her pulse as if in thought. The hum of the washer broke through the moment and Lucifer clicked his tongue behind his teeth. He reached behind her to turn off the machine and lifted MC off the machine, and the dildo.

MC didn't get a chance to wince from the manhandling as her lips were immediately covered with his own and she felt him pulling her close to him, his hands urging her to wrap her legs around him. She couldn't match the fire he was pouring into her fast enough and he growled, simultaneously smacking her ass and grinding his erection against her folds. This new side of the prideful demon caught her off guard, but the smack brought her back with a fervor.

Her hands fumbled with the buttons on his collar and he kneaded where he spanked her, causing MC to mewl into the kiss. One of his hands moved up to hold the back of her neck as he walked to pin her against a wall. Her legs squeezed his hips tighter and he reached up to break open the collar of his shirt, shedding the clothing haphazardly somewhere else in the room. Meanwhile, MC moved to undo his pants, reaching into his trousers to palm his erection. Lucifer hissed and grabbed her wrists, pinning them to her stomach with one hand.

Releasing her lips, Lucifer latched onto her throat, biting down on the skin above her pulse and positioned himself at her entrance, hesitating for only a moment to allow her the chance to back out. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she braced herself, kissing the side of his head, and granting him permission with a soft, "please." Her voice turned into a wanton cry as he pushed himself into her. His tongue lapped at her throat, sucking against her skin as a feeble distraction to keep himself from fucking her before she was ready but the way her body was receiving him was making the demon tremble.

"Lu, please, I need you to fuck me," all shyness and mortification was gone and all that remained was the sexual desire and a sense of urgency.

"Do you know what you're asking of me, my dear? Do not underestimate me."

"Lucifer, fuck me or else I will invoke our pact and make you-" the rest of MC's threat was lost, replaced by a sob as Lucifer's restraint snapped and began thrusting wildly into MC. It didn't take long for him to readjust his position, turning them away from the wall. With his hands on her hips, the eldest brother moved her against his thrusts, bouncing her on his cock and slamming back into her. His rhythm would change randomly between fast and shallow to deep thrusts where he'd pull out to the tip and snap his hips to fully sheath himself. He'd felt her muscles constrict around him a few times, keeping a tally of how many orgasms he pulled from her, but he wanted her to make a mess and to make a mess of her.

Bending MC backwards, he continued drilling into her as he held her hips in-front of him. Her voice cried out in a scream as he relentlessly thrusted against that spot and she felt a wave building.

"Lu s-st, wait, I'm, you're gonna make, h-hold on-"

"I know MC, it's okay. Let go."

With Lucifer's words of encouragement, MC felt herself relax, giving in to the impending wave that continued to build. Reaching out, her hands found a shelf to stabilize herself, her mouth open in a silent scream as the dam broke and ecstasy filled her senses. The way she clamped down on his cock had Lucifer's hips stuttering through his own orgasm, filling her with his seed quicker than he had intended; the intensity of her orgasm having coaxed his to follow suit.

As the fog cleared in his mind, Lucifer's fingers twitched and he noticed the array of bruises littering her hips. MC lifted her head to look up at him, but the rest of her body was limp. She smiled sheepishly causing Lucifer to roll his eyes but his lips turned to shape a playful smile and MC giggled as he pulled her up. They winced as he pulled out of her, but she kissed his cheek and he brushed his nose against hers, humming as they basked in their afterglow together.

Lucifer grabbed a blanket to wrap around them and turned to leave the laundry room when he caught sight of the glittery purple dildo still mounted to the lid of the washing machine. He snorted and walked over to it. Having curled into the demon, MC had to turn to see why he'd stopped walking and groaned.

"Don't you dare."

"Hmm?

"You're going to say something really condescending and I don't want to hear it." MC snuggled closer into Lucifer's chest, pulling the blanket over her head in protest.

"I don't know about 'condescending,' but-"

"Lucifer, don't you fuckin do it."

"This had to been Asmo's idea."

"..."

"It just reeks of desperation and wanting to get caught."

"Lucifer!"

"Now if you had been a good human, and come to me with your situation sooner, all of this could have been avoided. But now, there's a big mess to clean up." Having lived with the demon brothers long enough and sitting thru many a famous Lucifer lecture, MC could hear the smirk in his voice. In retaliation, MC pinched the Avatar of Pride's nipple earning her a grunt and a thump on the back of her head. She hissed like a cat from behind the blanket and Lucifer sighed from the absurdity of the whole thing.

"Do you want to go get cleaned up?"

"....yes."

"Do you need me to keep carrying you?"

"...yes."

"Then be a good girl and hold this." MC pulled the blanket away from her head, curiosity having piqued her interest, but groaned when Lucifer handed her the aforementioned dildo. "I don't want the others seeing this in case the room isn't cleaned up by the time they come back from their classes."

Damn him for making perfect, logical sense.

"Besides, I might want to use it on you later."

"...I hate you."

"I know."

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