#this au has gripped me body and soul and I don't have TIME for this

[cptrackham]

I am, at my CORE, a Black Sails fan, and more recently a TCW and codywan fan, and now I see there are pirate era AUs and LORDS is there no MERCY IN THIS WORLD -

But, now I know it's a thing, can I just share how important the Clone Troopers as a maroon colony is to me?

Men and women born and raised on plantations and colonies to defend the men that own them, to work the land and produce materials they're told is more valuable than they are, until they realise, this isn't worth the cost anymore

Men and women who choose their own names to distance themselves from what others had decided they were, to choose who they want to be. Sly Fox, hot-headed Boil, never-forgetting Echo. Some names are reclamations of the language of their oppressors - Coeur de Lion, Cody Lions. Rex, King.

Men and women who flee to find land they can call their own in the turbulent Caribbean, a land they call GAR/Guard/Garden, a reminder to not just defend, but to grow

They are not mindless slaves. They are people. And they will build their own culture.

#this au has gripped me body and soul and I don't have TIME for this #TCW #clone troopers #commander cody #Commander Fox #Captain Rex #Codywan #it's the damn codywan art it's RUINING my LIFE #star wars #pirate au

[yanderefarm]

priest!vox x male!reader

cw; religious imagery, belly bulging, impact play,

a/n; this is so fuckin messy im so sorry i was possessed by this au idea. happy easter. ill try to work on requests tonight

in life vox was a televangelist who stole money from dying people to pay for private jets. and in death he's a demon with a tv on his head and the conviction to convert. every converted soul belongs to him, every soul a stepping stone as he climbs to the top. not much has changed.

well. until you walked into his life.

if the demon wants to preach then he needs something to worship. it doesn't matter how you got his soul but it belongs to you. he doesn't hate it too much except for when he does because you let him keep the facade of power. he can be the big tv man all he wants. in the end he belongs to you.

in the end he crawls on his knees before you every night. he says sweet begrudging praises as you grind your foot on his thigh. you drag his leash until he's sat between your legs and you tell him to pray.

his mouth so clumsily goes up your thigh before you have him gratefully kissing your thick cock. and before he knows it he's static and buzzing as you fuck his throat. his own cock is hard underneath his suit and perfect for you to grind your foot on until hes begging to cum.

once you've fucked his throat til he's dizzy the real fun starts. you take your time gingerly removing his clothes before you order he do the same. every article of clothing he slides off your body is followed by static-y kisses and gently worshipping touches. he helps you step out of your pants and begins slowly tracing his fingers up your legs before you give a harsh tug on his leash.

"what's that for-" he starts to growl but when he looks up into your sharp eyes he silences himself.

"Look at me, Vox." You command him in a voice that sends shivers up his spine. You grab his chin with one hand and examine him carefully, watching as his eyes follow you with rapt intensity.

"Tell me who you belong to." You order and he lets out a shakey breath before he repeats your name back to you.

"Tell me who you worship." You move your bodies closer until your considerable height is looming over him. Again he says your name with a shakey voice.

"Who is your god?" Your grip on his chin tightens hard enough to crack his screen. He yelps before he declares your name as firmly as he can.

You shove him to the bed and climb over his slim and small body. It's so easy to hold his arms above his head. It's so easy to treat his body like a toy. His lanky limbs move over your shoulders as you line your girthy cock with his already stretched hole. Your repeated nights of "worship" have stretched him out to perfectly fit your cock. You slide into him watching his face glitch as you press against his sweet spot.

"Do you want to go to heaven Voxxy?" You coo so sweetly as if it's a gentle promise.

"Please- Please please please-" Already he's begging for you. He craves the salvation only you can give him.

And with his pleading you drag your cock out of his needy hole. And then you slam your cock back in, drilling into him. Your large hands grab his thin wrists as you begin a steady and brutal pace, you use his arms as leverage to dig your cock deeper. You can both see the outline of it clear in his stomach with every rough thrust. The sound of skin slapping mixes with the buzz of electronic malfunction as your cock melts Vox's brain.

"Go-ah- God please please- God ru-ruin me" His voice is so pretty.

Of course you have to. You flip him on his stomach and one hand goes to push his head to the pillow while the other wraps around his cock. You begin fisting his cock relishing in the muffled buzzes of delight only interrupted by his whorish begging. He begs so pretty.

"Please save me fr-from my sin- Please- Salv-AH-tion. Mercy. Fuck. Please please please-"

You press your thumb so cruelly to his slit.

"You don't get to cum before your god."

And he sobs. But he still thanks you. Of course he'd thank his god.

He thanks you for every bruise, every hand print on his ass, every second he can't breathe, every minute of pain and unbearable pleasure you subject your dear priest to. After you make sure he thanks you, then you'll reward him with kisses and gentle stroking of his cock. Nothing that's enough for him.

Even when you finally fill his ass with cum he still sobs and begs and pleads. You have to slap his ass just to make him behave.

"Say your prayer." You order and your ever obedient priest complies.

He begins his soft prayer to you thanking you for ruining his sinful body. And between his legs you increase your gentle strokes until he's shouting and crying. You squeeze his pathetic cock as you milk him of his cum and spill it all on the bed below.

That's not the end. It only marks the beginning as you begin your jackhammering thrusts again.

But once you allow him to lay limp in your arms you give him a gentle kiss.

"Such a good boy. I'll have to reward you." You could swear after you spoke his buzzing sounded like purring.

#top male reader #dom male reader #male reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x male reader #hazbin x male reader #vox x reader #vox x male reader #sub vox #sub hazbin hotel

[llamagoddessofficial]

AHHHH I love Aka’s and yours HMF Sans he’s a BIG BOY omgg. I was wondering if we could see the latest drabble you wrote about him from his perspective? I’d love to see what he was thinking when that guy touched MC.

Aka always has such banger ideas. She's very sweet to let me write for this au so much skdjfsf

---

how dare you.

... When Sans was angry, usually, tunnel vision set in.

He would feel like he wasn't in control of his own body. He'd be numb, but in a good way, disconnected from the world. Sometimes he heard the screams of the people he attacked, sometimes everything was just a faint ringing sound. Time slipped away from him in those moments... it merged into one deep, deep lake that swallowed him whole. Though he was somewhat there, seeing everything from under the water's rippling surface, his ability to think was switched off. He didn't care about the damage he caused, and he liked that. He liked the silence.

... He would 'wake up' later with foggy memory, blood on his claws, blood in his mouth. And he wouldn't be himself again for hours.

...

... This was not like one of those times.

His eyelight burned, so constricted he felt the magic inside it writhing and spitting. There was fire in his bones. He was standing, seething, the guy in front of him at the table was clutching his nose, blood seeping out from between his fingers. Sans knew the taste of fear all too well, and the room was suddenly thick with the scent- fear was seeping off of you, too, and normally that would diffuse him.

But it didn't. All he could feel in that moment was dark, murderous rage.

... Words boiled inside him. Words that would never leave his mouth. she's so good. so sweet. her presence in this room is the only thing stopping me from cutting all of you from throat to navel. and you treat her like meat.

(He had really felt like he was doing well. Sitting there, good and quiet, your proximity made him feel more sane. He had felt like he was getting a grip on his patience.

... Then the fucker touched you. And said patience snapped, like a thin elastic under the summer sun.)

Feeling the human's nose crunch against the table had been satisfying, definitely. Especially since he was fully in his own body. But that wasn't enough, the rage wasn't dissipating. Sans wasn't satiated. You were already afraid of him, weren't you? What was one more thing to fear, on top of that?

i'll fucking kill you.

He grabbed the guy by the collar, turning and dragging him across the room. He threw him up against the counter, he grabbed a bottle and brought it down over his head so hard it shattered, everything he could do to him was flashing through his mind. Break a chair over him. Slam his head against the bar until it cracks like an egg. Hold him down and kick his legs the wrong way. Cut off his hands, cut off the hand that touched her. Eat the hand. For once, Sans was perfectly, absolutely aware of what he was doing. He felt every spark of magic in his system, and all of it wanted to kill that fucking rat. All of it was telling him to destroy.

she shouldn't have to see it.

...

He paused.

... For a split second, the thought was clear as a bell. His desire to look at your face pierced through his horrible burning anger, like a single star in the night sky.

... He looked over his shoulder at you. Tiny, soft, pressed into a corner. You flinched.

Another thought, clear and quick. Blue against the hot black and red.

don't let her see death. she doesn't need to see it.

...

He turned back to the human, pinned against the bar counter, battered and bleeding. Stars, Sans wanted to kill him so badly. A strained breath escaped him- he wanted to kill him more than he'd wanted to kill anyone ever before, he could envision the life leaving the man's eyes and the vision scratched an itch in his Soul.

...

But those thoughts were right. He gritted his teeth... he couldn't let you see something so gruesome.

The fire inside him began to die. He threw the idiot out the door, into the street, before he could change his mind. The walk back to his seat felt like a thousand miles.

...

... Sans sank into his seat. By that point, the fire was completely gone. He could feel your eyes on him.

...

... Suddenly, he almost... wanted to cry. A horrible bitter taste in his throat.

look at what you showed her.

a perfect display of what an ugly, violent thug you are.

well done. hope you're proud of yourself.

i'd say 'she'll never love you now'... but it's not like there was a chance of that before.

The bitter taste worsened. The repercussions started to weigh on him- he hated that he'd subjected you to that. He hated that he had no control over himself. He hated the look you were giving him, so he kept his eyelight trained on the table.

...

... He needed a cigarette.

#llama writes #hmf sans #i know ive said this before but: i love him so much

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

Madness my dear is lovely in the right hands... Part 1 (Sinners Prayer)

Mafia!Stucky x POC Escort!Reader “Sin”

Wordcount: 3405

Summary:

Purgatory (pur·ga·to·rt /ˈpərɡəˌtôrē/): noun. (in Roman Catholic doctrine) a place or state of suffering inhabited by the souls of sinners who are expiating their sins before going to heaven. One month. 4 long weeks. 30 drawn out days of Steve atoning for his misdoings to his beloved partners.

Warnings:

Light Angst, Smut, Teasing, Established Relationship, Alternate Universe, Escort Service, Sexting, Texting, Punishment, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Sex Positive, Multiple Sex Positions, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Sex Tapes, Mafia AU, Threesome - F/F/M, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Bisexual Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes's Metal Arm, Polyamory, Open Relationships

Notes:

I had to split this installment up into two parts because the ending was getting too long. (And it's still not finished yet 😑) But have no fear. This part is still a very dirty ride! Happy Reading!

Banner by @cafekitsune Divider by @firefly-graphics

Week 1:

The room is filled with the sweet sounds of labored breath, moans, groans, whines, loving words tossed in between pleads and words drenched in filth. A perfume of sweat and arousal permeates the humid air as the two bodies writhe, connecting flesh to flesh over and over again on the mattress. 

An act of devotion Steve is currently not invited to partake in. Instead he finds himself sitting in an armchair placed directly in front of the bed; only allowed to observe his partners make passionate love to each other.

"Fuck, Bucky. Right there. Oh God right there!" You cry out.

"I got you, babygirl. Don't worry. I can feel your greedy little pussy gripping me so tight. Fuck . Love it when your pussy refuses to let me go. Come on. Cum for me, doll. I know how close you are. I'm right behind you baby." He speeds up his thrusts. Taking on an almost feral speed. 

You scream out as he hits a particular spot deep inside you and sets your climax in motion. You grip the back of his head, weave your fingers through his silky brown locks and pull as you begin to ride the wave, thighs locked tight around his hips. 

"That's it. Fuck. Cum all over my cock babygirl. Show Stevie exactly what he's missing out on and has to earn back." You move your hips to match his pace. "Ah, fuck. I'm gonna cum baby. Want me to fill you up or paint that pretty face so the Captain can see?"

"In. Me. Please.” You pant. “Wanna make Stevie watch you drip out of me and he can't have a drop."

"Naughty fucking girl. Your wish is my command." His strokes become deeper as his hips begin to lose their steady rhythm, his orgasm imminent.

You lose all sense of time and space as you lose yourself in the feel of your bodies making such beautiful music together. Waiting for the crescendo and inevitable crash as you fall over into pure ecstasy.

With a deep thrust and a direct shot to that spongy spot covered in nerves, you fall over the edge. Walls clenching and pulsing in rhythm with your heartbeat, setting off the brunette buried inside you. 

With a long groan and a rumble of a growl emitting from his chest, Bucky paints your womb white with his spend. Your channel milking him for every drop. He stills and kisses the life out of you until his dick stops twitching. 

You look over to Steve as you catch your breath. His abs and fingers are covered in a mess of milky white, as he grips tightly to the base of his girth. Clearly watching the two of you together affected him.

Before you can linger too long on your disheveled Captain, Bucky scoops you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and heads into the en suite. He holds you close as he runs a bath. Content with the temperature, he lowers you both into the water.

You’re still keyed up and greedy for more of your Sarge. The love making on the bed was heaven, but you are a creature of sin after all and aren’t above using your lover to satisfy your appetite.

You sit up and swivel your body around so that you're straddling his thighs. He does that cute little head tilt confused puppies do as he arches a brow. “Need something, Doll?”

You nod your head. “Mmhmm. I wanna ride you Sarge. Need more.”

“Yeah? Wanna ride my thick cock til your legs give out baby?” He teases,  pulling you forward so you can grind down on his freshly revived hardon.

Instead of offering an answer, you just inch your hips up until his tip just touches your entrance and impale yourself on his girth. “Fuuuuck it feels good to be so full.” You waste no time bouncing on his cock, water sloshing all around you.

This is how Steve, recently cleaned of his mess, finds you. You’re too lost in the rhythm of your ride that you don't realize he is even there until Bucky speaks up. “She feels so good wrapped around me Stevie. Fuck. I wish you could feel this.”

“Shut up Buck. He’ll be reacquainted with this pussy soon enough. Now either help me get off or sit there so I can get mine on my own.” You groan out.

“So feisty when you're being a greedy little bitch.” He grabs your waist and slams into you with vigor, pulling you roughly down on his cock as you increase your speed. 

“Oh god! I’m coming.” You throw your head back and just let go. Riding out your high as you feel Bucky lose himself inside you once more.

You give him a soft kiss as you catch your breath. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure as always, doll.” He smiles up at you.

As the week goes on Steve is inundated with texts and video clips of his lovers teasing him reminding him that his punishment is far from over.

Did you know she played guitar?! Found her naked, smoking a joint & playing in bed.

This is his 5th cup today! What on earth have you had him doing Captain?! 

We’re at the Diner. Where the fuck are you Stevie? You have to eat sometime. 

Come get your man. I have a client to get ready for and he won't leave. 

That’s because she just put on this! You can’t blame me for wanting a piece.

As much as he may want to complain, Steve is content to be included at all. Plus he secretly loves the teasing banter. He'll gladly be your punching bag for now.

Week 2: 

The boys have an important meeting at their club tonight. So Nat has been tasked to keep an eye on you while they conduct business. Their office looks out over the club and VIP area with two way glass, so although Nat is keeping you company, they can still see your whereabouts for themselves. 

About an hour passes before your boredom takes over. Not to mention that your horny and Nat is over there looking like a damn snack in her black pantsuit.  They know you’ve always had a thing for her and because of that she is an approved play partner. Deciding she deserves a bit of fun on her babysitting duty, you proceed to stalk over to the lone stripper pole in the back of the VIP that you know has a direct line of sight to the office window where the boys are. 

You start to do a tried and true routine, showing off your skills on the pole. You can’t help yourself and begin to tease Nat, pulling her close, kissing her neck and shoulders, whispering dirty things in her ear. You’re having the time of your life. 

It’s when you're hanging upside down, thighs wrapped around the pole that you cop a feel. Grabbing her ass with your tiny hands and pulling her close so you can run your nose up the seam of her slacks. Noticing the dampness you smirk, you stick out your tongue and sneak a little taste. You pull yourself up with a satisfied grin and slink back down the pole. “One taste just wasn't enough for me.” 

Boldly you guide your hand under the waistband of her panties and glide your fingers along her wet folds. You pull the glistening digits out and lick them clean. “Mmm you taste magnificent. But I bet we’d taste even better together.” You grab her hand and guide it up your thigh to your soaked thong where she shifts the damp fabric to the side and sinks a finger into your dripping hole. 

You gasp when she curves it for a sec before pulling out and placing it on your waiting tongue to clean. “I was definitely right. We taste like the sweetest ambrosia together.” You pull her by her lapels and place a devastating kiss on her. 

It’s all tongues and moans as you share the taste of your essences mixed as one. She has you pushed back up against the pole with your thigh hiked up and two fingers deep inside you on the brink of climax. Just as she hits that sweet little spongy spot that has you seeing stars you look up to the office window and come, riding out your high on Nat’s skilled fingers. 

In the office, having watched your little show, Steve gives Bucky a knowing look. Acknowledging the silent command, he removes himself from beside Steve’s chair. “If you’ll excuse me, gentleman. You’ll have to continue on without me. I have some business that needs tending to.” He winks and slaps Steve on the shoulder, knowing he wont be getting up from his chair anytime soon as his desk is hiding his very evident hardon. 

As you're coming down from your high, Nat removes her fingers from inside you. As she’s about to place them along her tongue Bucky swoops in and sucks them into his mouth. “Mmm mmm mmm. One of my favorite tastes with Steve coming in a close second.” She just rolls her eyes.

“Get your fill, babygirl? Or am I dragging Nat back home with us too?” He has a look of mischief on his face.

You look between them. “I’m too keyed up to appreciate her correctly tonight. I wanna take my time with you Red. You know where to find me when you have the proper time off.” You wink at her and softly kiss her lips as Bucky grabs your hand and guides you out of the club to his Audi.

Your thong is soaked, so you decide it's best if you take them off in the car and hang them around the gear shift. Now able to air dry but still in the mood for debaucherous activities, you lean over and unzip Bucky's pants. 

“What do you think you're doing, Doll?” He grits out as he keeps his eyes on the road.

“Satisfying a craving.” You then proceed to remove his thick cock from the confines of his slacks. You lower your head into his lap, licking up the lone drop of precome, before you engulf his length down to the root. 

The act of servicing him while he drives is such a turn on that you can’t help but slide two of your fingers deep inside you.  You know you need to make this quick if you want to make it to the penthouse in one piece. 

You continue to play with yourself until he’s coming down your throat. Triggering your own orgasm, making you soak the leather seat below you. Having reached your destination prior to him ejaculating, Bucky decides to film you removing yourself from his cock, mouth filled with his spend and swallowing every last drop. 

He sends it to Steve with the caption: 

Nat was the appetizer. Babygirl wanted the full meal.  

You quickly make it up to the penthouse where Bucky pulls you into the study. Placing his phone on a shelf and setting a photo timer. Before you know it you're pinned to the table and he’s wrenching your dress up. You hear the click of the camera going off and Bucky removes himself from behind you to grab his phone and shoot off another text to Steve.

Now it's time for dessert.

Week 3: 

Steve can’t seem to catch a break lately, spending late nights in the office along with catching the two of you several times in various states of undress and activity. Hell, even now his workout has turned into a dry humping session when you proceed to sit on his lap while he has Bucky spotting him as he lifts. 

Your slowly grinding your hips on his hardening length while casually talking to Bucky about some client you have coming up that is wanting to fuck a couple and asking if he’s up to be your plus one. 

“I’ll split the pay with you of course. If you can’t or aren’t willing, I can just call Arlo to do it with me. Wouldn’t be the first time we’ve had to team up.” You place your hands on Steve’s abdomen as you settle into your sensual pace. “Oh and she wants it filmed for her home collection as well.” 

“I’m up for it if Stevie here is good with it. How ‘bout it Cap?”  Bucky asks as you swivel your hips a little more causing the blonde adonis to let out a groan, placing the weights back on the rack. 

He sits up and grips your hips, stopping the movement, turning his head towards Bucky. “I’m good with it.” He nods his head to emphasize his agreement. “Too bad I can’t be in attendance. I’d love to see you two tag team a woman. Though I’m sure if we ask Nat or Wanda nicely we can have our own little playtime.”

You nibble on his neck and start grinding down on him a little faster. “Oh Stevie. My client is an exhibitionist. Hence the taping. You’ll get a chance to see our playtime. Of that I’m sure.” Your hips seem to have a mind of their own as you continue to undulate against him, bringing  yourself closer to the brink of orgasm. 

He grips your hips firmly again, so very close to coming in his basketball shorts from the lack of play he’s been getting from the two of you. It’s just been him and his hand lately. “Doll, you’re killing me here. You know how pent up I am. If you don’t stop we're both going to need to change clothes and this bench will need to be sanitized.” 

Bucky grips on to his shoulders and leans in to kiss along his neck with you. “Is that so?” 

Steve just groans and grips your hips tighter as you increase the pressure and speed til you both moan out. Before you know it Steve is biting your shoulder as he goes still and you feel his cum soaking through to your yoga pants. 

You pull away and stand up, looking down at the large wet patch on the front of his basketball shorts. You bite your finger and shrug your shoulders. “Oops.” 

You lean over his large frame and give Bucky a kiss before turning on your heels and walking to the elevators. 

“You’ll be paying for that when my time in purgatory is over!” he shouts to your retreating back as Bucky just shakes his head and laughs. 

“Better go get cleaned up before the guys come in to do their morning sets.” He imparts. “Don’t worry. I’ll clean up.” 

Week 4:  

You had negotiated with your client  to allow you to live stream the session to a private server while it records. After getting in touch with Tony and setting everything up you're able to send a link to Steve in your group chat before your client arrives at the designated hotel room, you and Bucky are waiting in. 

Receiving the text, he clicks on the link as his meeting is winding down. Upon opening he watches your client enter the room. 

Before things get any further, he quickly backs out and finishes up his meeting. Hurrying everyone out he tells his secretary Maria to hold all of his calls and that he is not to be interrupted. He locks the door and proceeds to his desk, bringing up the link on his computer.

The scene he comes back to has you making out with your client as Bucky undresses the both of you. Once bare, you both take your time undressing him in return. 

You proceed to suck his cock together. Taking turns swallowing him down as far as your throats will allow, while the other caters to his balls. Sharing sloppy kisses along his length for added fun. 

Ready to really get this party started you tangle your fingers in your client's long locks. Pulling her away from his cock and guiding her to lay down on the bed. You crawl up the mattress, spreading her legs wide and begin to feast on her soaked pussy. 

With your ass up in the air Bucky decides he's hungry too. He's eating you out from behind while your three fingers deep into your client, sucking her clit and doing that little trick with your tongue that drives her crazy. 

She's a panting mess laid across the comforter. "I need you to fuck her." She begs. "Have to know what the two of you taste like mixed together on your cock."

Reminding himself that this is your job and wanting to make sure she gets her money's worth, he wastes no time slamming inside of you. You cry out at the rush of being filled so fast on something so large as his girth.

You get lost in the sensation of your lover putting on a show. Making sure to hit all the spots he knows makes you see stars. It isn't long before you're coming hard, soaking his cock. 

He pulls out and within seconds the client has her mouth wrapped around him, licking him clean of your essence and his precum. “Why don't you give Sin a taste. Sharing is caring afterall.” 

She rolls you over, sits on your hips and kisses you, grinding her clit against yours. You help guide her to where it feels like pure ecstasy for the both of you and within minutes you're covered in your mixed slick and panting as you come down from another high. 

“I need you to ride my face while he fucks me Sin." She demands."Then I want to watch you ride his cock til he spills inside you and I get to clean up the mess.” 

You pull her down for a kiss before turning her over and laying her back down on the mattress. You angle her so that that camera can pick up all three of you in frame.

You straddle her head as Bucky teases her clit with the head of his dick. You catch each other's eyes as you lower your dripping slit to her waiting mouth and he slowly sinks into the hilt. 

She quickly gets to work, attacking your clit and moaning out around it as Bucky sets a strong pace. 

You have no idea how long you stay locked in this position before she mumbles into your folds, fingers deep inside you, that she's coming, setting you off to join her as she rubs against your g-spot.

Once he can tell that you're coming down from you high he pulls out and lifts you off her face. He quickly sits himself against the headboard and pulls you down onto his angry length. 

"Fuck. Always so good. Come on, Sin. Get to riding." He smacks your ass to get you moving. 

You do not disappoint. You toss your head back and give him the ride of his life. Putting on quite the show for not only your client, but Steve as well. 

You're bouncing up and down on his cock. Working him the way you know he likes, when you decide it's time to bring out the big guns. You lift up and tilt your hips back until just the tip is left inside. 

"Get ready to clean up." With a devilish smirk you bounce your ass and start twerking on his hypertensive dick. In no time, Bucky is halting your movements and slamming deep inside you as he shoots ropes of cum into your greedy little pussy.

He pulls out before he's finished and makes a mess of your lips as well. Sliding his hands under your thighs and turning you towards your eagerly waiting client, she promptly gets to work cleaning you up. She does such a thorough job in fact that you come undone once more. 

“Worth every penny.” She tells you as she licks her fingers and lips clean of every drop.

Steve exits out the link and looks down at the mess he’s made on his desk. He takes out some wet wipes and gets rid of the evidence. Satisfied that his desk is presentable again he proceeds to call your agency. 

“Hello. Yes. It's Steve Rogers. I would like to buy out Sin’s time for next week. Money is no object.”

#poc reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #mafia au #stucky x reader #stucky smut

[beepersteeper]

I Will Always Find You -- Astarion x Tav Fan Fic -- I promise

Astarion and F!Tav live happily together for the remaining years she has, she refuses to be turned into a vampire because her faith says that her soul isn’t finished with its work yet. Tav dies of old age and leaves Astarion to put together the pieces of his broken heart.

AN: Lord of Light lore taken and changed to fit the story's means. Not canonically accurate. TLDR story line stuff. This is an AU where Astarion ascends but isn't a power hungry bastard and Tav is able to help him continue healing. Wyll is immortal and the Duke. Karlach in my mind, if given a new engine would be able to live a lot longer than the usual tiefling. 

“Let me. Please Tav," Astarion begs from his knees on the marble floor. Holding her hands tightly to his lips "let me give you the gift of eternity.” he waits holding his breath for her to respond.

"No Star,” she whispers through shallow breaths "I've had enough time. I've lived the best life I could, done some amazing things. When it's my time to start again, I'm ready.”

"I'm not.” He openly weeps into her hands. The vampire Ascendant, the strongest vampire that has ever existed, moments away from losing the only thing he's ever truly cared about. Moments away from losing her. "I will never be ready.” He urges through his tears.

“You'll find me again. This body has done enough. I need to know what my next role is darling.” She says with a blissful smile. “Just promise you'll find me when I come back.” There is nothing hanging the air around them besides his weeping. Nothing left unsaid, no final things to add. They have shared everything they possibly could. Writing their own love story that could rival those that are written in fiction. He doesn't have the words he wants to say at his disposal. He wants to convince her to stay with him. So he just asks "How will I know? How do I find you?” He sighs, placing gentle kisses on fragile skin on the back of her hands. Admitting his defeat.

“I don't know love, but you will, or I will. We will know. Maybe you'll hear my laugh, or I'll see your face in a dream or smell your scent on the wind. However it happens we will know." She sighs “I believe it. We are destined to be together. But I'm just not ready yet.” She smiles tilting her head toward him, white hair that has lost its midnight color over the years falls around her face “besides you don't want this old crone on your arm for eternity." She laughs

“You are as beautiful as the day I met you Tav” Astarion tuts “is there anything at all I can do to change your mind?”

"There's not, Star." She shakes her head “I can't explain it but I know there's something more for me to do. Once I have that done I will stay with you until the sun blinks out.”

“I…" he pauses looking into her emerald eyes “I will find you Tav. Every time if that's what it takes."

“I know you will." She sighs closing her eyes for longer than Astarion would like

“Tav?!" She shouts in a whisper

“I'm here Star, just so tired." She coughs and squeezes his hand. “Will you kiss me?"

“There's nothing I would like more." He laughs hearing his voice ringing back to their days on the road, all those times she would ask to steal a kiss when others weren’t looking, or when he wasn't ready for any surprise intimacy. He leans down, brushing her hair behind her small rounded ears and gently kissing her lips feeling her warmth transfer to his own. “You are perfect, my love." Cold tears escape his eyes and fall into her hair. “I love you. I will love you forever."

"And I love you more.” She smiles one more time before her grip on his hands goes limp and he hears the breath of her soul leaving her body. 

He runs the pads of his thumbs over her cheeks feeling no resistance at his shaking touch. He screams until his throat is raw. Tears flow freely from his eyes, and he feels his dead heart break. He holds her for a long time, until he feels no more warmth emanating from her form. He made arrangements to bury her next to his headstone, sparing no expense for her, but only having their close friends in attendance, shutting out the entirety of Baldur’s Gate from the ceremony. 

Astarion kneels in the fresh dirt, pressing his hands to the cold stone that bore Tav's full name Tavilline V. Ancunin and imagery of The Luxon. He traced his nimble fingers over the image, parts of him cursing the Lord of Light, part of himself pouring any faith he can into them because they are the only hope he has to see the other half of his soul again. He accepts condolences from all of his companions from the adventuring days and flies back to his palace. When he arrives he burns into a blind rage. When he comes back too he looks around and sees all of the damage he was wrought. Broken furniture, shattered glass, torn fabrics surround him as he realizes he is heaving air into his lungs. Tears still streaming down his face and feeling a breeze on his skin through the torn holes in his funeral best. He locks the door of their- his… their bedroom and he lays in the too-large-for-just-him bed. 

Days pass before anyone sees him in person, and he lets the room be cleaned and brought back to its original state. He has sent word for his workers to send for Wyll, Blade of Avernus to take his place in court. Wyll is the first person to see him since the funeral. They sit in silence for hours in Astarion’s office as he is stacking books and files in front of Wyll.

“I need to get away." Astarion states plainly. Refusing to make any kind of contact - physical, visual, emotional. He refuses any kind of attempt to connect.

“I understand." Wyll responds, knowing his friend is unwell. How could he not be?

“I don't know when I'll be back. Anything you need is here. Deeds, gold, keys, notes and legers. Any decisions you make I will trust." He puts his hand firmly on Wyll’s shoulder, allowing himself this touch. An old friend. The only one he trusts right now. "take care of the Gate. But more importantly, please take care of her.” He whimpers, refusing to cry right now. 

"You have my word Astarion. Everything will be in order when you return.” Wyll places his hand over Astarions “send word when you can. You have people here who care."

“I will." He nods and walks out the heavy doors. He gathers his old daggers and her  crossbow and his old armor and heads out of the palace. Unsure where he's going but he heads out of the gate.

Years pass, decades pass. He finds himself in adventure. He finds himself in years of vast nothing staring at the sky looking for something to tell him where to go. Eventually his travels guide him back to Baldur’s gate. He tried to send letters or messages to Wyll monthly just to keep that contact. Baldur's gate continues in his absence, thriving under Wyll’s control. Wyll reassured Astarion that Tav's grave was well manicured and pristine in his absence.

Astarion, dressed in a dark hooded cloak made his way to the cemetery. Making the walk to his and Tav's plots like something else was controlling his legs. As he approaches their plots he notices a young woman sitting at the base of a nearby tree sketching images of nearby headstones. He sighs and rolls his eyes why someone would willingly hang out in a cemetery is beyond me. He kneels between their headstones sweeping away dust from their names. He feels the tug in his chest returning. Some days the pain is muted, others it feels just as bad as the day he lost her. Today is somewhere in the middle. A dull ache in his chest sits there as his only company. “I'll find you Tav, I swear. I’ve never stopped looking. But I just wish I could have a hint." He sighs tracing her name with his thumb as he would her cheek. 

The darkness is cut through with a lamp accompanied by a stern voice. “Vira! Ta’Vira?! Are you in this bloody cemetery again?" An elderly man lumbers up the stairs as Astarion walks in the opposite direction, still listening, his interest piqued at the conversation. 

“Yes." The woman sighs, pushing her deep black hair behind her ears. “I just can't get this sketch right, so I need to be near the engraving."

“I will never understand your obsession with the first light." The man chortles, helping her to her feet “it's not like the woman buried there will answer any of your questions." 

“I know daddy." She sighs again “but I feel comfortable sitting with her. I can tell she was a peaceful person. I just feel drawn to her.”

“She was one of the heroes that saved our city all those years ago, Vira. She was a pillar of peace. If you feel a connection to her, I suppose there are worse things you could find comfort in. But you need to get to bed to open the shop in the morning.” He ushers her away into a nearby building, a bookstore. 

Astarion listens to their conversation until they are out of ear shot. He leans down to Tav's headstone, kissing the smooth stone. “I love you more.” He pats the stone and walks quickly to the palace. He walks past the guards, who regard him with warmth welcoming him home. Ready to ask where Wyll was he heard a familiar voice from down the hall “Had I known you were coming back I would have made myself more presentable" Wyll joked gesturing to his bedtime clothes "Welcome back my friend.” he offered his hand to shake.

Astarion hesitantly accepts the gesture, he’s made a habit of not having physical contact with anyone. This is the first he's felt in decades. "It's just where I was led” he shrugs "it seems you are doing well.” he forces through a smile.

"Everything in the gate has been just fine in your absence, I only hope I was able to hold things to your standards. But enough about business for the night, let's get you something to drink and we can catch up before business.” 

Astarion shrugs and waves away the notion “I'm full. Am just honestly looking forward to sleeping in a real bed." He pushes his hands into the small of his back to stretch “though I do have a few questions if you'd indulge me.”

Wyll sets himself in a black velvet chair and gestures to a matching one opposite a small table. “You have my undivided attention friend." Astarion asks several questions in rapid succession. Who runs that book store by the cemetery? What do you think about the Lord of Light? What has the court said about my absence? Do you think Tav is out there somewhere? “Quite the array of questions." Wyll hums. “Tav certainly believed that she would be. And with faith that strong who's to say she's not." 

Astarion studies Wyll’s face listening for more answers to his questions. “The court murmerd for a while about me being in your place but when I threatened to recall you from your sabbatical they quieted quickly.” Wyll chuckled remembering the days he spent threatening to send for Astarion to return. Nobody on the court dared to want that after what he had been  through and in the manner he left. 

Astarion nods happily with those answers. “And the bookstore… “ Wyll pauses thinking what store he means "just an old man and his daughter, recently moved back to the Gate. They have made a bit of a stir in the city for selling any and all religious texts, not everyone is thrilled about Bhaals teachings shelved next to the oak fathers but they seem to be doing well for themselves.” Wyll looks to his vampire friend "an odd interest for your first night home I must say.”

"The daughter I assume, was hanging out by Tav's plot when I visited before coming here. They just caught my interest.” He shakes his head implying that it wasn't anything major.

"She's probably intrigued by the engraving on her marker. It's the only one like it in the whole cemetery.” Wyll offers an explanation. 

"Probably.” Astarion responds but feels himself drifting miles away. "thanks Wyll. Do you think you still have a few days in you before I fully come back?”

"Of course, I'm just happy to have you back.” Wyll nods as Astarion retires to his and Tav's room.

#astarion #astarion fanfic #astarion x tav #bg3 astarion #bg3

[terrence-silver]

Hi, Fae!Terry AU fan here! Spooktober seems to be a good time for this ask 😉

Could you write about Fae!Terry meeting his Beloved at some gala or charity auction and enchanting them to just leave everything behind and go home with him?

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-"You can't just leave like this! This is insane!"-

-"I have to."-

You answer, staring at the reflection of the ladies room lobby mirror, your fiancé of three years firmly by your side, one arm leaning against the marble sink, staring you down and refusing to move; a stalemate that has been going on for longer than you bothered counting, entirely certain the two of you missed the speech, the auction, the charity exhibit and the first course meal in the dining hall by now. But, you couldn't help yourself. You retired here because you needed to retire here. He followed suit, his collar disheveled and his bowtie undone, appearing distressed and untidy and you didn't blame him. You on the other hand felt nothing but the uncanny desire to walk out of here and never return. A yearning as overwhelming as the need to blink. To breathe. -"Why? Who the hell is he!? Has he been threatening you!? You sleeping with him or something!? Are you in trouble?"- He questions vehemently, having done so for the better portion of this gathering, his face so close to yours you could feel the spittle in his breath hit your cheeks. A woman rushes out of one of the flushing stalls, clearly disturbed by the commotion taking place in the hallway, her heels clicking against the tiles as she hastes, clutch purse in hand and you barely register her. She's like a ghost. The door slams shut behind her and your fiancé lowers his tone to a seething, discreet murmur, not wishing to draw any more attention to the situation than was necessary. -"If you're in some sort of trouble, please, tell me and we'll call your parents. We'll call the police! Security! We'll call whoever you want."-

He demands, running an exasperated hand through his hair and truth of the matter was, you were in no trouble whatsoever. Nobody was threatening you. In fact, this evening was nothing but wonderful. Beautiful. And now, it was time to leave. Go home. You wanted to go home.

-"No. I don't even know him. I'm perfectly fine. Don't call a soul."-

You explain, feeling your own voice grow silent as you proceeded staring at yourself in the mirror, fingers gripping the sink and then letting go suddenly, relieved of pressure. Free. You appreciated your fiancée being so adamant in trying to help. You really did. But, nonetheless, this would end here and tonight. You trusted him to be able to say goodbye to your parents for you. Your family. All your friends. Everyone who ever knew you. Give them as much closure as he possibly could've. -"For fuck's sake! This is how people end up on the back of a milk carton!"- He snaps suddenly, slamming his fist against the toilet counter. They do? They end up on the back of a milk carton? Really? You didn't figure that would ever happen to you. In fact, you were convinced your photo wouldn't end up anywhere, anytime soon. With that thought, your body moves towards the exit. -"I have to go. I have to."- You manage, wrangling your wrist free with a strength you didn't even know you possessed when he attempted to grab at you to stop you as you fingers reached for the door knob and the isolated quietude of the ladies' room is soon replaced by the chattering crowd in the corridor lobby you slide through walking in a straight line, running into several shoulders and several bodies on your way out, the distant echo of your fiancé's shouting fading into all the noises around you, the cool air outside the venue offering clarity. It was like magic --- you knowing exactly which vehicle in the long line of cars to approach in the lot out front.

A Rolls Royce with tinted windows rolls down and a hand beckons to you.

A ring with a sapphire calls out to you from a man's pinkie finger.

Him.

He's been waiting for you here. You know he has been. A face speaks out you from behind the lowering glass.

-"You know, if I were him,"-

He begins, smoothly, a pair of full lips moving and quirking up into an inviting, warm smile. -"I'd never let you walk out of there like that. I'd drag you back by force, if I had to. But, to each their own."- He pushes a cigar into his mouth, lighting the tip, smoke engulfs his features like a veil. You saw him sitting a few seats removed from you at the auction, one Terry Silver, esteemed donor and the frequent bidder who outbid everyone at the hall with ease, taking an open enjoyment in doing so, your eyes meeting by chance during the intermission for drinks and since that moment, this outcome right here seemed inevitable. You knew this is how this night would end. You going home with him instead of your own fiancé. There was no guilt in it. No regret. No fear. No hesitation. Only assurance. If someone put a wall between you and this end goal you were certainly you try to ram yourself against it in an effort to break through it. -"The very fact he let that happen, well, says a lot about his character, almost like people show you exactly who they are under pressure."- He adds and his hand moves forward from the interior of the backseat, unhinging the door open for you, revealing the spacious leather seating he was cozied up on, legs crossed. The chauffeur of the car remaining invisible, somewhere up front. Part of you was almost convinced there was no driver to begin with, but it didn't matter. You were right where you wanted to be. Bright eyes sparkled up at you from inside of the car and Terry gestures for you with a cocked head, extending his hand for you to take it, ever the gentleman.

-"C'mon. Get in."-

He coos with a chuckle and you don't think twice. You don't have to think at all. The doors shuts and the car does a turn away from the lights of the building and the courtyard riddled Bentleys, Porsches and the odd Limousine, speeding away into the night, far away from the venue before anyone is fast enough to stop you. As if they could stop you even if they managed to be expeditious enough to reach you in time.

#terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #tw; running off with a stranger #magical realism #fae au #fae!terry silver #tw; mesmerism #tw; enchantment #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #halloween #spooktober

[stressed-and-queer]

Dark Merlin and Arthur Au

This is just a snippet of an idea I had. I'm still figuring out bits and pieces for the Au. This is basically what Merlin would do if Arthur was ever captured :)

"So, I hear you know where Arthur is," Merlin says, leaning against the wall. His arms crossed as he glares daggers into the bandits very soul.

"I already told ya, I don't know," The bandit frowns, his eyes glued to the ground as he tries to squirm in his seats. He can't move though, the chains Merlin enchanted tightening every time he moves. They have to be digging into his skin by now with how much he has already moved. And yet, a desperate growl of frustration escapes the bandit as the chains travel around his body like snakes, only getting tighter.

"Idiot"

Merlin thinks as he shakes his head, rolling his eyes at the sight in front of him. He pushes himself off the wall, walking towards the bandit, his footsteps echoing throughout the darkened room. Merlin can see the bandits head shoot up at the sound of his footsteps.

"You know," Merlin begins, his fingertips sliding across the tip of the chair the bandit was in as he leans in.

"I know that's a lie," he continues with a frown. His voice is lower, darker, there's frustration to be heard with his impatience.

"I'll admit, defeating us in that surprise attack was.... impressive. But, you had help didn't you?" Merlin says, gripping the chair and leaning it back so he can look the bandit in the eyes.

"I....I," The bandit begins.

"Shhhh. That's not important right now. What is important, however, is that gigantic mistake you made. Talking Arthur," Merlin continues with a scowl on his face.

"So, just tell me where Arthur is, and this can all be over with," Merlin finishes. He waits a moment, but the Bandit says nothing. Merlin let's out a disappointed sigh as he lets the chair go, watching it wobble on its legs as he backs up.

"Fine, we'll see this the hard way," He says. Merlin's eyes turn gold as he whispers under his breath, a ring of fire surrounding the bandit, who looks up in shock. Looking at Merlin as if he was just now realizing who he was dealing with, watching the ring if fire get ever so close to him as he struggles to get out of his magical bounds that only hit tighter. Merlin watches the bandit thrash around with no success as smoke fills the room. The bandit coughs, looking around, the fire inching closer. Merlin's sure he can feel the heat if it by now.

"Alright fine! We were hired by Bayard to stage a bandit attack so we could capture Arthur," The bandit screams, looking at Merlin. The sorcerer's eyes flash gold and the fire slows down, the bandit letting out a sigh of relief.

"So it was a staged attack then? " Merlin asks. The bandit nods his head and Merlin stands there for a second, taking in the information.

"And who helped you," Merlin asks.

"I don't know who it was but Bayard offered some sorceress a lot of money if she helped us get Arthur," the bandit explains. Merlin nods his head, walking towards the door. As he does,the fire starts to inch it's way back towards the bandit.

"Hey! You said if I told you, you'd let me go," the bandit shouted in panic. Merlin stops in his tracks and turns his head so he's looking at the bandit.

"All I said was that it would all be over with, I never said how it would end for you," Merlin says, walking out the door and closing it behind him.

#merlin #arthur pendragon #bbc merlin #bbc arthur #dark!Merlin #dark!arthur #fanfic idea #fanfic

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Can i request chisaki au where kin gets her first period and angel isnt there? Just kai panicking cus blood is unsanitary and kaito being confusion, maybe kai sending eight percepts to store for pads?

"You sure all of you will be fine?" You asked carefully while putting on your jacket as your husband only arched one of his eyebrows at your question.

"That must be the third or fourth time you ask me this before you go out."

"I know, and I'm sorry but I'm just worried." You huffed while kneeling down to out on your shoes "you and Kaito has been in each other throats lately-"

"I hate the teenage years... wish he was a kid again so it would be easier." He growled and whispered the last sentence, which resulted in making you snort.

"That's what happens to kids. They grow. As I was saying; you and Kaito discussions and Kin-"

"What about Kin?" Your husband interrupted you knew again making you roll your eyes "She had been in her best behavior."

"I know. Daddy's girl and all." You huffed while standing up "But I'm not worried about that. Kin is nine years old now Kai; and we still didn't talked about when she is going to turn into a "woman"" You made the gesture with your fingers.

Your husband blinked and you sighed.

"Her period Kai..."

"That's not going to happen now dearest."

"Love but she is almost at-"

"No she isn't. She is still a brat." He sighed while crossing his arms over his chest.

"Kai. Her breast had started to grow and you were adamant on not buying her a bra... I had to convince you to buy for her for almost 2 weeks..." You deadpanned as he scoffed.

You approached him with a smile before pecking his covered cheek, adoring how even years after marriage you could still see a bit of color to appear on his ears and cheeks at your lil interactions

"I absolutely love how you treat Kaito and almost worships Kin, but you know better than anyone that she is not going to be little forever."

Kai was a logical man. He knew how things in the world worked. He studied anatomy when he was only a kid just to have a better understanding of his quirk. Sometimes you were scared at how much Chisaki knew your body better than you.

But apparently when it comes to his kids, his knowledge was thrown out of the window. Even if he refused to admit it.

"Don't you have somewhere to go woman?" He growled as you giggled.

"Alright, alright. But we will discuss this after I'm back, okay?"

.

.

.

"Checkmate." He mumbled as the teenager in front of him scoffed and glared deep into his eyes with a scowl.

"Don't you have a bit of pity on your own son?" Kaito complained while readjusting the pieces once again as he merely chuckled humorless.

"Actually, no. No I don't."

He would have laughed at the extreme offended gasp and wide eyes his skn made if it wasn't a sudden girlish scream echoing in the house.

"Kin?!" He almost screamed while storming over at the direction of his daughter's room and as soon as he barged the door open he saw his little girl gripping her brow hair as her golden eyes teared up. "What in all hell happened brat?"

"I... I... I think I'm going to d-die!" The girl whimpered as she walked in circles

"Die? You sound fine-ow!" Kaito winced at the slight slap on the back of his head.

"What do you mean die Kin?"

"I was felling a bit of pain around h-here-" She circled the said area "A-and it was starting to get annoying but then I just went to the bathroom and t-there is so much blood down there! Is it suppose to bleed down there?! I don't remember hurting myself that bad so I must be DYING!"

He could only blink before the sudden realization came crashing down on him like a thunder... he swore he could feel his soul almost leaving his body at the exact same moment...

"Eh... " the confused sound his son made didn't made him feel any better.

Basically because Kin right now was the only girl inside that house, his wife had gone out and he is almost losing his head ar nothing the trail of blood coming from her bathroom....

"DAD SAY SOMETHING!" She almost yelled as he blinked back to reality.

"You got your period." He blurted out as he was almost leaving the room before pattiing Kaito on his shoulder "Stay with her and calm her down a bit. I will be right back."

"You're seriously pushing this shit to me instead ingles of dealing with it yourself? Is your daughter for Christ sake..." Kaito deadpanned at being completely ignored before he sighed and went after his sister.

.

.

"Pads...?" Nemoto blinked in shock as Overhaul felt like diving himself onto a hole.

"Yeah... my daughter..."

"Oh! Right right." The man nodded "Of course master, I will be right back. Is the miss alright?"

"Yes. She is with her brother..."

Nemoto could only guess that the one that was most freacking out wasn't even Kin anymore, but Chisaki himself....

.

.

"I told you this would have happened..." You sighed with a hand on your forehead after Kin and Kaito explained the whole situation.

"How was I suppose to know that you can get these by 9 years old?!"

"Nothing. But surely leaving out daughter with her older brother while you went on a rampage to clean wasn't the best idea..." You deadpanned as Kaito and Kin could only sigh.

#overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul #chisaki kai #bnha villains x reader #chisaki family au #kin chisaki #kaito chisaki #zuffer writings #bnha villains #not one of my best ones im sorry

[may-25]

Camping Trip AU pt.2 / NSFW

He grabbed my shoulders, and turned me over on my back, with him hovering over me. "Y/n, I gotta say, you have been a big impact on me for the last few years." He placed his fingers under my chin, and lifted my head up. He took that hand and creeped it up my shirt.

Y/n stares deeply into Z's eyes, her face emitting crimson red heat, her chest begins the tighten. "Agh, what the fuck am I doing?" Z retaliates from his actions, and backs away from poor little y/n, so helpless underneath his muscular figure. However, y/n doesn't want it to end so quick. She enjoys his company, and where they are at right now is where she needs to stay.

As Z turns away, she grips her fists on his white shirt, yanking him close to her. At this point in time, their faces are parallel from each other, 2 inches apart. She lets her grip go of his shirt, sliding her soft hands around the back of his neck, caressing his hair. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for this? I can't let you leave just yet. Please, one more moment at least?" Y/n whispers into his ear, his diamond earring shone from the moonlight above. The sparkle ignites in his light irises, he lowers himself onto her restless body.

In fact, he's also been waiting for this.

Z's rough hands creep up her shirt, as the other supports her back. She can feel his sweet trembling, but she knows he is ready.

The endless love making that night brought their souls to fruition. The two connected on a deeper level than ever before. Although, there seems to be a slight problem. Another boy is currently in love with her, but who could it be?

The next day

After an endless night of passion and bonding, Y/n and Z woke up after sunrise. The other boys have already awaken and were preparing to head off to a lookout. Z gently nudges y/n, as her iridescent eyes awaken to a caramel skinned boy with prominent freckles over his sculpted face. He smiles, and gives her a pleasant good morning. They climb out of the tent one after the other, greeted by four other handsome men staring back at them, one of them with his eyes fixated on y/n, and y/n alone.

"good morning everyone" Y/n says in her mellow voice. "Mornin y/n" Robaire greets back. "We are just about ready to head off to the lookout today, you nearly ready? We just need to pack up your tent and then we'll be on our way. Feel free to take as much time as you need to get yourself ready." Jesse reassures y/n with his warm voice. She nods and heads off to the showers. Z is left alone with the boys for the first time in a little while.

They begin to gather around Z, questioning his relationship between y/n and him last night. "I heard questionable noises from your tent last night, what exactly happened between you guys?" Jesse asks Z.

"I-it's nothing, really, we didn't even do anything, I swear!" Z exclaims, while trying to deceive them, but they aren't buying it.

"Right.. it was worth a shot. Anyways, go ahead and pack up your shit we're leaving as soon as y/n is finished." Jesse says in a rash tone.

Z stares off in disbelief. Are they mad or something? I don't get it, He thinks to himself. After packing up his "shit", he sees y/n walking out of the showers in the distance. Z's face blushes, and he begins to fluster, remembering about what they did last night. As T is loading the car, he quickly glances towards Z, only to see his face bright red. T's smile quickly fades as he closes the boot of the car and walks over to the car door. The other members follow, as Z finishes packing his things into the car, he hops in on the left side of the car, next to the middle seat across from where T is sitting. Z looks over at T, only to see a gloomy face staring off outside the car window, as they are waiting for y/n to get in. Z thinks to himself, T has never looked this shitty except for the time his ex broke up with him. Something is definitely up.

Y/n is running to the car as she slides in the middle seat between Z and T. Y/n and Z share a quick smile, and then look out the window as the car starts to move.

There is a strong tension. Z feels the energy from T radiating across the backseat. Something ain't right, He thinks to himself. Although he and y/n are getting along great, there seems to be a stigma in the air, like a sense of guilt filling his lungs when he inhales.

Long story short, they got out of the car when they arrived at the lookout. Y/n and Z went for a walk around the area as the other boys stayed and discussed about the recent "relations" between them.

Alas, it is time to go home, so they got back in the car for another painful ride home. As they got back to their dorm, Z stayed behind with T for a few moments while everyone else brought their luggage inside.

Z- "Yo, T, what's up with you dude? You seem like, extremely upset."

T - "You wanna know what Z? I have a big fat crush on y/n. Yeah, that's right, I love her. I feel so sad for liking her, when obviously, she doesn't like me back. I know I've been shitty with you today, but I just need time to get over her."

Z- "Dude, I had no fucking idea you liked her. I'm terribly sorry and I can back off her if you wish, It's just.. We already told each other our feelings.."

T- "It's.. fine.. I'm going to get over her, just give me some time."

Z- "Alright bro, if you need anything in the meantime or just someone to talk to, then feel free to let me know, I'll always be here for you. After all, you're my best bud"

The two of them both walk together inside. Z feels relieved but deeply saddened that his best bud likes his girl.

Y/n has finished unpacking her clothes in her room. She jumps onto her bed, so grateful she's finally in the comfort of her own room. Although sleeping with Z was amazing, she still enjoys a good nights sleep in her comfy bed. However, she can hear someone walking to her room.

Z opens the door to be greeted by a sprawled out y/n on the bed. He blushes intensely, remembering what they got up to last night. Unfortunately something down there is beginning to harden. Y/n's eyes gaze upon Z's pants. SHE KNOWS.

Z walks over to her and lays on top of her soulful body. Her uniqueness attracts him to a whole other level. Again, his rough hands creep up and down her spine, lowering his head into the crook of her neck. He just can't help but grind onto her. Y/n moans as they start to get rowdy.

Z unzips his pants and pulls out his shaft, y/n moans at the sight of it. He grabs her from behind and literally just shoves it in with no warning. She bites her lips and crosses her legs from the sudden intrusion, as he begins to thrust, biting onto her ears and whispering dirty things. "Mmm, good girl" Z whispers. Y/n's downstairs begin to throb, that just turns her on to the max. As she clenches, he moans in her ear. The sounds of their love fill the hollow room, they bounce off the walls and bring them closer.

"Ngh, y/n I'm gonna c-cum" Z moans into her ear, as he brings a hand down to stimulate her clit ever so gently. At this stage, Y/n is also about to cum.

He thrusts faster and faster and the slapping gets louder. Suddenly, there are loud bangs on the door. It seems to be someone standing outside. Z and y/n don't notice it over the clapping.

"ngh, haah , mmmngh, I'm, I'm cumm- NGH" Z moans loudly, as he begins to fill y/n up from the inside.

The door opens.

T - "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

fin~

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[saikokirakira]

Breaking the Curse (pt. 2 of 3)

word count: 6.1k (this one's a big boi)

a/n: okay, anyone still here? *echoes* no one? that's cool. i turned back on my word again and not only updated really late but still haven't finished this part of the story. i know all of you are just eager to see jake at this point.

i tried. really. had an outline and everything to get on track, but still managed to pull out 6k words. there isn't even a lot of moon bois here, but on the final part (FINAL I SWEAR), more moon bois. enough of my bullshit. lmao.

still, i managed to really love writing this massive boi. very heavy on philippine mythology here, and i definitely mixed each region deities on purpose. don't come at me for that.

Prev: Breaking the Curse (pt. 1) | AU Masterlist

warnings: ANGST; betrayal/stabbing people in the back (and front); violence/death; steven hate crime; marc needs a hug; non-canon Philippine mythology; non-canon depiction of babaylans (Filipino shamans); messed-up narcissistic gods; exposition in Bakunawa's mind palace; lost memories, memory loss

“Oh, God, there’s another one,” Marc groaned, while you pointed out, “There’s two of you?”

“Love!” Steven exclaimed and pulled you into his arms, completely ignoring the golden-eyed look standing right in front of him. Then he gripped your shoulder and pulled you at arms’ length. “Wait, if you’re on board the Duat, that means…”

“She died too, Steven,” Marc said, still eyeing Bakunawa cautiously. “You were supposed to keep the ushabti and Layla safe. Now, she’s likely to be going on a suicide mission.”

“Why are you blaming me?” you snapped back. “You’re the one who tried to fight off Harrow without the suit.”

“Uh, guys?”

“Not now, puppy,” you said off-handedly then turned back to Marc. “Besides, I healed your dead body, so once I break the curse, I can send you back.”

“Uh, guys…?”

“Steven, the adults are talking,” Marc once again shushed Steven without sparing him a glance. “That’s what Steven and I are doing,” he pointed at the scales that were swinging from end to end. “Besides, what can that snake do anyway?”

“Excuse me?” you scoffed. “Bakunawa is a deity of the underworld,” you paused, glancing at the boat and the endless sea of sand off board. “Well, one of them anyway. I can get you back to the living, release him to his true form, and defeat Ammit if I break the curse.”

“Oh, because that’s definitely a piece of cake for you.”

“GUYS!”

“What?!” you and Marc chorused.

“Is that right?” Steven asked, pointing at the unnatural purple and golden sky. Somewhere far off, the golden patches started to glow brighter, sending off a rumbling noise. Well, shit.

“We’re running out of time. That’s not good,” you said, keeping the panic at bay.

“You know what that is?” Marc asked.

“First-generation gods,” Bakunawa sneered. “They know we’re here. We have to go now.”

“You think it’s them that did this?”

“No, but I know they’re not happy you’re trying to bring someone back to the living plane, including me,” Bakunawa cattily replied.

“We should all try to get back as quickly as possible then,” you said. You turned to Marc, tilting your head to the corner of the boat. “A word?”

Marc nodded and followed your lead while Steven gingerly stepped close to Bakunawa and tried to make small talk. “So… why do you have my face?” Unfortunately, his starter wasn’t strong and only made Bakunawa annoyed.

“I won’t be going back.”

It was definitely not what Marc expected because the shock was written all over his face. “But you just sa—”

“I know what I said,” you interrupted. “Summoning fallen deities are tricky. With Khonshu, he has the moon, but for beings like Ammit or Bakunawa… they need life, souls to be taken”

“You’re going to give him your body so he can reach his full form.”

“My body back there will be ripped apart by the transformation,” you said, “but… it’s the only way we have a shot defeating Harrow and Ammit. Bakunawa, you and Layla.”

“Do you think Steven should be the one to hear this?” Marc said.

You chuckled dryly. “He’s never going to let me do this. Besides, it’ll make goodbyes harder.”

“You’re not really giving him a chance to say it.”

“I know,” you said. “I’ve always been unfair to him, lied to him. I failed to protect him… and you. He deserves more than that.” Your eyes began stinging at the unshed tears pooling. “It’s too late anyway. I’m dead either way.” You quickly looked down to keep them out of Marc’s sight.

For the first time, Marc showed you comfort by cupping your face, lifting your head up. “Hey, hey,” he said. “We both failed. You shouldn’t beat yourself up for that.” His thumbs gently stroked away a couple of rogue tears that traitorously fell. “I’ve been hard on you. I’ve been unfair to you, and for what it’s worth, I see you.”

Behind tear-filled eyes, you stared up at Marc. Those last three words, you didn’t expect. It was true that he was hard on you, but you understood it as him being overly protective of Steven. You never blamed him for it. There was a tremendous amount of pain he was trying to hide from Steven – and even Layla – and you understood that, also lived by that.

It was those last three words that you truly understood Marc’s feelings for you. He wasn’t cross with you because he thought you were a danger to Steven — well, for the most part. Marc saw parts of himself in you. You both saw Steven as a reminder of your innocence, of what left was good in you, as someone you wanted to fiercely protect. While he couldn’t redeem himself what he done in his past, he wanted you to be at peace with yourself.

Anguish, love, regret, sadness – you saw it all and more in Marc’s eyes. This time, you held Marc’s face, finally seeing him beyond his rough-edged exterior, and he immediately leaned into your palms. You may not know what demons he has been facing, but the pain was all too familiar.

“I wish it was different,” you said, pulling him down to press a gentle kiss on his forehead. Then on the crease between his furrowed brows, on the tip of his nose, before finally on his lips. Just a brief one but enough to make Marc sigh into your mouth, grab at your waist.

“Take care of Steven for me. Be happy. Patch things up with Layla, okay?” Reluctantly and almost painfully, you broke free from Marc’s hold and ran to the doors back inside the Duat.

“Love!”

You halted in your steps and looked back at Steven, looking scared and lost. You did that. Your bottom lip quivered at the thought of having to break his heart again. “Bye, Steven,” you said with a heart-wrenching smile before stepping through the doors.

The doors shut behind you and sent you in the middle of the woods again, only this time it was in the middle of the night with the full moon as your only source of light. You carefully treaded through towering balete trees and thick shrubbery trying to make sense of where you were going. Somehow, the trail was familiar, but the greenery was also different, much healthier, much more alive.

“Bakunawa!” you called out. You turned around to see the door you came from was now gone, and the deity didn’t seem to have followed you on your impulsive walk-out. “Shit, I don’t know where I’m going.”

As soon as you grumbled, your foot sank in a little stream. There was water nearby. Since you didn’t have much of a choice, you followed the water to wherever it may take you rather than walking around in circles in the woods.

At the edge of the tree line, you found yourself at the edge of a large body of water of two distinct shades – an estuary. A man was standing in the middle of the water basking himself in the moonlight. It was an ethereal sight.

The man didn’t look human. His long black hair was half submerged in the water, tinting it black as it flowed along the stream. The golden-lined teal robes he wore almost felt one with the water, yet the moonlight reflected off the material like iridescent scales. Finally, when he opened his eyes to follow a rustling sound from the other edge of the tree line, you almost gasped at the glowing serpentine eyes, golden as the threads on his robe.

It was Bakunawa, and you were in his memories.

Suddenly, a sharp whipping noise tore through the quiet wind, and an arrow struck Bakunawa through the shoulder. A loud monstrous scream broke out of his lips as he dove back into the water. A hooded archer from where you heard the noise ran to the shoreline, loading their bow again and aiming for the rippling of the water.

But the ripples calmed, and the water stilled.

Just like the calm before a storm, a loud splash burst out from the deep water and out emerged Bakunawa in his true dragon form. He was pissed. Definitely pissed. The archer wasn’t helping either as they continued to shoot at their deity, who now was soaring through the night sky and evading each arrow.

Bakunawa peaked from the sky, halted, before diving straight down, aiming for the archer. The offender decided to make a run for it but only made a few yards away from the tree-line. Bakunawa landed on the archer, pinning them to the ground with a giant claw.

“Foolish mortal,” Bakunawa spat out. “Why on earth do you try to take down a deity with no magic to defend yourself?” With his other claw, he crushed the bow that fell a few feet away from the archer during their attempted escape. “And you had to ruin my robes. Just when the night was so splendid.”

Realising that you weren’t going to be noticed, you stepped forward and out of hiding to get a closer look at Bakunawa and his attempted murderer. During their struggle, their cloak had come loose, and the hood fell away from their face. Gone was their ill-mannered attempt and was replaced with the panic of angering a deity. A man-eating one at that.

“Please,” a woman’s voice said. “I only wish to prove to my village that I am worthy despite being born without magic.”

Bakunawa scoffed, licking at his wounded shoulder before snarling at the woman. “And you thought a deity’s head would be a good idea instead of gaining a god’s blessing?”

“My prayers fall on deaf ears,” she said, almost spitefully. “They are left unanswered for years, while my younger sisters are abundantly blessed with magic.” Then she closed her eyes and laid back against the rocks, finally struggling no more. “You have already taken what has given me worth in my village,” she continued, referring to her now-crushed bow. “If you wish to devour me, I only ask you do it swiftly.”

Bakunawa opened his jaws, exposing rows of sharp teeth. He had seemed to show a sick enjoyment of the woman’s scared whimpers before he huffed and stepped away. “If you think your worth only lies on a measly little bow, you are a far pathetic hunter than I thought. Leave.”

The woman sat up, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She watched as Bakunawa curled his body in itself and continued to bask in the moonlight a few feet away from her but now rather uncomfortably. After a few seconds of collecting herself, the woman got to her feet and began picking up the broken pieces of her bow.

“Didn’t I just tell you to leave?!” Bakunawa snapped with an annoyed roar. “Leave it, and get out of my sight before I change my mind.”

The woman jumped and dropped the pieces from being startled. She pulled the hood over her head and began to run back into the woods. However, she stopped behind a tree and lingered for a moment, her eyes watching the snoozing dragon carefully.

“That’s when I first met her.”

You jumped when a voice spoke from behind you. “Jesus, Bakunawa,” you cursed, seeing him now in his human form instead of being a Steven impostor. “Where have you been?”

“Same as you, watching.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about her?” you asked.

Bakunawa was silent before he began walking away.

“Hey! Wait!” you called out, almost tripping over a fallen branch. You were more impressed how he managed to walk gracefully along the forest without stepping over his flowy robes. You kept a light jog trying to catch up with his pace, and when you returned back to the shoreline, you only wished you could throttle him for dragging you along in a circle. “We’re back to the estuary,” you panted. “Why?”

“The forest trails work differently in my mind. Just like one cavern in yours lead to somewhere unexpected,” Bakunawa explained, carefully watching the sky. It was still a full-moon, but the stars have changed. It was a different time, another memory.

“I… can’t seem to remember what happened before I was bound to you,” he said.

“But you knew her.”

“Yes,” he replied. “Everything I see, I know it happened,” he said, touching his shoulder, the same spot where the archer hit him, “yet I can’t recall it ever happening as if knowing and happening are now two different things.”

“Who is she to you?”

A growl rumbled in his chest, and scales began to emerge from underneath the back of his hands, a similar sight as you did whenever you were about to transform. Then he calmed, soothing his own breathing. He let out a defeated breath when his memories failed to help him.

“Mayari.”

You and Bakunawa turned back to the memory unfolding at the shoreline. The familiar hooded figure emerged from the tree-line, but instead of ill-intent, she approached the human-formed Bakunawa with a girlish demeanor. “You know who I am,” she said, smiling impishly.

“You have been coming to my resting place for days now.”

Mayari shrugged. “It’s close to my traps, and you gave me the good suggestion that I should gain the favour of a deity instead of resorting to murder,” she continued, “but I guess you can only come out during the full-moon.”

Bakunawa’s annoyed mask fell and an amused smirk graced his serpentine features. “A fellow god helps with the tides and opens the door for me to slip into this realm,” he explained briefly. “The full-moon gives him more power during this time.”

“Do you have powers?” Mayari asked, then smiling sheepishly when Bakunawa flashed her an offended look. “Other than turning into a beast, of course.”

Bakunawa hummed in thought. “If you sing for me, I’ll show you a trick.”

“Sing? A song?”

“Music and any beautiful sounds are my joy,” Bakunawa stated proudly. While waiting for her to sing, Bakunawa waded in the water and basked himself under the moonlight again. It was as if he bathed in the moonlight rather than the water itself.

Mayari followed him but stopped at where the sand met the water. She carefully removed her footwear before submerging her feet in the wet sand. She cleared her throat before humming what you recognized as a lullaby. It had no words, but the melody you knew by heart.

It was the lullaby your mothers sang to you.

The same lullaby Yatzil sang to calm Bakunawa back in Cairo.

At the end of Mayari’s song, a soft calmed smile was present on Bakunawa’s lips. He had other mortals sing songs to him over the centuries to gain favours from him. Yet, he appreciated the sincerity of this particular mortal, even though she was also trying to earn some kind of blessing. Also, it wasn’t that often that mortals placed aside their fear and had the audacity to shoot at him with a tiny arrow.

“Follow me.”

Mayari looked apprehensive at the deity’s offer. There was no light, and even at a low tide, the water was still deep and terribly cold. Even if she took his hand, he could pull her down to drown and be devoured.

As if sensing all her worries, the water that only reached her ankles receded, and soon the rest of the water parted to form a path. The brisk night wind slowed to a gentle breeze and brought in a light posse of fireflies. Further along the water where the bugs couldn’t reach, the dark menacing water sparkled from a group of bioluminescent algae.

It was truly a sight to behold, and you thought it was something you heard in fairytales. You turned to the Bakunawa standing beside you and was surprised at the look on his face. Never before had you seen so much longing on the deity’s face before. Gone were his pride and bloodthirsty nature. All you saw was adoration and longing.

“You loved her,” you stated as a matter-of-fact, watching Mayari tentatively accept her Bakunawa’s hand and walk down the parted path he laid for her.

“That he did. What a fool…”

Both you and Bakunawa swiftly turned to the source of the voice. You were met with nothing but the balete trees. You could sense a presence there, but it was powerful enough to hide from you. Time was running out. You needed to find the god who did this and quick.

“Who was the god who let you slip through the realms?” you asked Bakunawa with urgency.

“Stupid girl, he already said who it was.”

You groaned in annoyance and whipped your head towards the trees again. “Who are you? Show yourself!” Your eyes focused on any slight movement on the trees, on every leaf, searching for anyone who was spying on you this entire time.

Snap.

Without hesitation, you burst into a sprint to the direction where you heard a twig snap. All you could see was bushes shaking and low branches swinging violently from the person avoiding you, but you have yet to see even a distinct shape to try and recognize who that was. A menacing laugh echoed through the wood as you felt the ground fall beneath you. You barely had time to catch yourself before you went tumbling down a steep hill.

You rolled down a few feet before your hand managed to grip a sapling to stop your fall. You grunted as you hoisted yourself back on your feet, panting from the wind knocked out of you. Damn it. You lost Bakunawa again, and you were most likely inside another memory.

“Are you okay being this far from the water?”

With the lack of choices on your hand, you followed Mayari’s voice instead and see what happens now. She had her hunting cloak on and was walking side by side with Bakunawa, still dressed in his teal and golden robes. In her hand was a different kind of bow, something that you have never seen before.

There was no doubt that Mayari received it as a gift from Bakunawa. It was metallic turquoise, a slight shade off from Bakunawa’s usual teal, but still obvious enough to know it was his. As you approached the pair, the bow had golden engraves of the moon cycle. A deity’s blessing.

“This island floats right above the estuary, and all these trees contain magic for all anitos. I can be summoned anywhere if needed be.”

“With your god friend’s permission,” Mayari added as a matter of fact.

Bakunawa nodded.

“What is it like in your realm? Is it up there? Or beneath the water?”

“You are quite the curious mortal, Mayari,” Bakunawa said with a sly smile. “I am forbidden to reveal such things by the gods, but… let’s just say that when your final breath is released, we shall once again meet in my realm through your kalag, your soul.”

You raised your brow at that. You knew that Bakunawa had ties to the underworld, but that narrows your guesses now to just two gods.

“Find anything?”

“Jesus!” you jumped again, your heart doing a complete somersault when your Bakunawa suddenly appeared behind you.

“Wrong deity, but that doesn’t answer my question.”

You looked at Bakunawa unimpressed. “Did you at least recognize the creep watching us?”

“No, but whoever it is knows about the curse. Be on your guard.”

“Can’t we just wait for the first-generation gods? Have an audience with them like the Ennead.”

Bakunawa stared at you as if you had complete lost your head. “That family has no time to listen to the accounts from a lesser deity such as myself as much as that wounds my pride,” he said. “Vain, self-important bastards, the lot of them.”

“Like you’re the one to talk,” you rolled your eyes at them.

“Trust me, child, you haven’t met a god until you met Kaptan or his family.”

“You think the god of all gods did this?”

“No, but I’m sure he is complacent about this whole ordeal.”

“’Vain, self-important?’ You hurt my feelings, old friend.” A voice whispered through the wind.

Someone was definitely out there toying with you, and you didn’t have time for it. People were dying by the second, and you were still stuck with figuring out this curse. You didn’t know if your powers worked in Bakunawa’s mind palace, but you were sick of playing along with their games.

“Show yourself. Come out!”

Suddenly, it felt like everything stilled. The wind was silent, and even the wildlife in the forest cease to make noises. The only sound that was heard were the crunching of your feet on the ground as you carefully stepped back closer to Bakunawa.

“Please… don’t hurt me.”

What the…?

“Bakunawa, why is there a child here?”

The child looked no more than ten, and there was no doubt that this child was not of this world either. His silver-white hair contrasted with his warm brown skin, paired with a set of golden eyes that shined with a richer luster than Bakunawa’s. He was clothed in traditional Filipino loincloth, but the material was almost sparkling white lined with gold that flowed like moonlight even under the morning light.

“How did you get here?” you asked, sensing uneasiness the longer you were with this unknown child.

“I’m scared,” he whimpered.

Bakunawa took a hesitant step forward to approach the child, but you reached out for the sleeve of his robe to stop him. Instead, you spoke, your voice seeping with magic, “Come forward, child.”

The child stopped his pitiful noises and looked straight at Bakunawa, ignoring your magic and presence overall. “I can’t move,” he said, his words almost seeming like a challenge than words of helplessness. “Please come closer.”

“Don’t,” you whispered to the deity. “We don’t what he is.”

“He’s a child,” Bakunawa stated the obvious.

“And you just said to be on our guard,” you reminded him. “My magic isn’t working on the child, and you’re cursed.”

“Maybe magic doesn’t exist here.”

Out of blue, the child stomped his foot like he was pulling a tantrum for being ignored even for a few seconds. “Both of you are no fun,” he pouted.

“Who are you?” Bakunawa asked, and his question only seemed to irk the child even more.

“You seriously don’t remember me?” the child spat out, now slowly approaching us. The menacing and spiteful look in his eyes were enough warning signals for you and Bakunawa take steps back to every step forward he took. “I guess that curse really did a number on you.”

“Wha—”

“Shut up!” the child snapped at you. His voice alone sent a blast of sharp wind on you. You reached for your cheek, and when you drew back your hand, your fingertips were streaked with blood. “I should destroy you for even trying to use your inferior magic towards a god.”

Then the child looked up at the morning sky as if the sunlight was a mere inconvenience to him. “Let’s change things up, shall we?” he tutted. With a wave of his hand, the sun quickly set and was replaced by the moon, and when you laid your eyes back on him, it was as if the child grew older by a decade.

“Mm, much better, is it not?” the god hummed, running his slender fingers on the fabric of his vest.

“Libulan,” was the only name that left your lips.

The god smiled smugly, looking impressed but only felt condescending for you. “So, you aren’t totally stupid,” he said. “What gave it away other than it being obvious?”

“But why?” You tried to ask before Bakunawa cut you off. “You were the one helping me pass through realms. You took me here and brought me back.”

“That, I did,” Libulan confirmed, a haughty laugh escaping him. “You’d be surprised how amusing it was seeing you struggle in the mortal realm for centuries. It’s like watching a headless chicken running loose in a labyrinth.”

You sneered at him, something that the god didn’t take lightly. Bakunawa was not joking. This particular god had an insane ego. “You could’ve just left the door closed and left him here. Why curse him?”

Libulan’s face turned even more sour the moment you spoke to him. “Lower deities are mere playthings to gods as much as mortals are,” he said. “But,” he continued, “my mother thought otherwise. Always fascinated with pretty things, that one.”

“Does the goddess of the sea know that her son is a little psychopath?” Bakunawa asked off-handedly, aware that his aloofness would piss off Libulan more than any spiteful tone.

Except the moon god only smiled bitterly. “Okay,” he clapped, “since I’m feeling generous, I’ll throw you a bone… a fish? Were you a dragon or a snake? I can’t remember.”

You rolled your eyes, and yet, you had no choice but to play along. Your best and only option was to let this asshole gloat and gloat until you can catch him off-guard.

“I’ll grant you your memories back,” Libulan declared, the sinister smile still plastered on his beautiful face. “I admit, casting away your memories were a little overkill from those witches I blessed to take you out.” He approached Bakunawa, who shielded you from the mad god by pulling you behind him.

The protective gesture was not left unnoticed by Libulan. The god sneered and gripped the Bakunawa’s face. “You are going to enjoy this, brother.” Wisps of moonlight began seeping from the god’s fingertips as his eyes glowed white, similar to Marc and Steven when they were wearing Khonshu’s ceremonial armor.

The moment Libulan let go, Bakunawa fell to the ground like a stack of bricks. It only took a few seconds for him to recover and get back on his feet. “Me… You… We grew up as brothers,” he said, his voice wavering from the bombarding wave of returning memories. “I cared for you.”

Libulan scoffed, rolling his eyes. “And yet, you betrayed me!” he shouted, sending gusts of wind blowing from every direction. “You were willing to stay here for your disgusting mortal who didn’t even have magic! You were going to leave me!” The wind grew stronger as his voice rose to a crescendo from every word.

All of his calm, menacing demeanor was now replaced with pure unadulterated rage.

“So, you blessed Mayari’s sisters to destroy me?”

“Wasn’t the first time I did it, and it won’t be the last.” Libulan conjured out a weapon, a spear that resembled closely to Khonshu’s crescent moon staff but slimmer and was bladed on both ends. With undeniable grace and ease, he struck down Bakunawa with the flat side of the blade. “You underestimate the greed of these humans. You didn’t even realise that your favour towards Mayari sowed discord in her family. If we’re being honest here, this whole thing was your fault.

“I’m sure your pathetic little host understands that better than you do,” he laughed at you. “Your village elders were so willing to accept my blessing just to put a little handicap on you,” he said, referring to Bakunawa unconscious on the ground. “Pity they tried to go against my back. When I told them to kill you with Bakunawa inside you, they tried to take all your powers instead. They had to go. All of them.”

Libulan aimed the spear at you. “That includes you.” Then he scoffed distastefully, “Oh, please, there’s no need for the scared doe-eyed look. Did you really think you and a fallen deity could defeat a god?” His eyes glowed white again as you felt the air leaving your lungs. “Think of it this way. I’m just cleaning house. That includes you. It was fun watching Bakunawa for the first few hundred years, but you,” he spat. “You just had to stick your nose on things that aren’t yours, just like that mortal Mayari.”

The moment Mayari’s name left Libulan’s lips, Bakunawa’s taloned hand shot up and grabbed the spear, pulling it out of the god’s grasp when he was unguarded. “Enough.” Bakunawa rose to his feet, his hands still gripped firm on the spear. He didn’t look angry or upset at his brother.

Bakunawa looked weary.

“Haven’t you done enough? You’ve killed people, destroyed families, tempted them through their greed. You were supposed to protect them.”

There was nothing else you could do but stare as they both straightened up for a fight. It was over. There was no way you or Bakunawa can win against a god who was powered by his wrath. All Bakunawa could do was prolong what time you had left before Libulan would strike both of you down and destroy your souls, leaving you far, far away from eternal peace.

The only way to defeat a god… was to summon another god.

You panicked at the thought. There was no way to ensure that whoever you’ll summon would be a friend, but with each passing second, Libulan grew closer to gaining back his weapon, overpowering Bakunawa who was barely standing his ground. You didn’t even have anything to call out a god in the afterlife.

Unless you called a god who was already here.

“Taweret!”

In an instant, you fell through a door and found yourself back on the deck of the Duat. The hippo goddess peered down at you from where you were lying on the floor and waved. “That didn’t go well as planned, was it?”

You jumped to your feet. “Steven,” you said. “Where’s Steven and Marc?”

“Oh, dear, you’ve missed a lot,” Taweret chirped. “They’re back. Back to the living realm. You certainly made it easier by healing his body before you followed. Smart one, aren’t you?”

“Not that smart, I suppose,” you muttered mostly to yourself. “I left Bakunawa in there to fight a crazy god.” You stared at the doors leading back inside the Duat.

“Mhmm, he's barely holding on. I see everything that happens in my boat,” Taweret informed you, “but unfortunately, as much as I want to help you, I cannot fight deities from other realms.” With a remorseful tone, she continued, “I can give aid to them, but I can never directly harm them. It’s kind of an unspoken rule between us gods.”

“Then you know other gods who can. Gods from his realm,” you said, unable to stop thumping your foot against the wooden floorboards from the raw urgency flowing through your veins. “Please, Taweret, I don’t have much time.”

“There is one. A god from the underworld realm,” Taweret trailed off. “It was quite the scandal, and quite the subject of gossip even for gods in other realms.”

“Yes?” Your foot never ceased its incessant tapping and only increased rapidly as the goddess fell into a tangent of gossip.

“I don’t know if he would come. Details come fuzzy as they travel through realms, like a bad game of telephone. Last time I heard he was sleeping inside a mountain.”

“A mou— you just told me he’s a god of the underworld.”

“Yes, well, he’s quite fascinated with you mortals as well, albeit quieter and tends to keep to himself. So, he keeps himself near his own little portal.” Suddenly, her face looked very distracted. You stared at her for a brief moment until she snapped back. “Oh, dear,” she said without leaving room for context. “My dear, I can try to summon him, but he wants to keep hidden… Well, Layla needs my help.”

“Wait, are you bailing on me?”

“Ta-ta!”

What the fuck just happened?

You heard rustling from the corner of the boat, catching your attention. When you turned to look, you found out that your situation was about to get worse. You sighed and grabbed a wooden plank from a corner, ready to bash in some sand zombies.

You were definitely fucked, but you weren’t going without a fight.

“I’ve been possessed, shot, and beat up by a manchild god,” you spat out, gripping the narrow plank tight between your hands. “Try me because I am so fucking pissed right now.”

“As expected of Bakunawa’s host.”

The zombies slowed in their steps and titled their disfigured bodies down, almost like a bow. However, you turned to whoever was behind you and began poking at their chest with your wooden weapon.

“I am so sick with you gods just appearing out of nowhere from behind,” you complained, more exasperated than angry. “Can’t you just face us right ahead? Is this some kind of complex I don’t know about?”

Finally getting all of your frustrations out, you looked up and paled at the god in front of you. Dressed in black lined with deep dark gold loincloth, the god’s body made out of wood, a mix of dark and red wood with notches all over him that could easily be mistaken for scratches or scars. Standing three heads taller than you, he looked down on your short figure while you tried to decipher what he was thinking when his face was nothing but an empty wooden mask with glowing purple eyes.

However, you couldn’t even call him plain. No, not with those wooden horns that almost seem to fan out like branches. Each branch was different and never the same, one had spiked ends, the other had the tiniest of green leaves, while another had delicate flowers.

The groaning from the sand zombies caught your attention again, and you gripped your plank defensively in case they would try and approach you again.

“Leave.”

At the god’s command, the zombies collapsed into a pile of sand, but before they could hit the wooden floor, the sand dispersed into a kaleidoscope of black butterflies. An eerie but beautiful sight.

It also told you everything you needed to know about the god. Ten horns, the notches that signified the life of each mortal, the butterflies. You knew exactly who he was.

“Sidapa, god of death.”

“Indeed,” Sidapa said, gesturing to the notches on his body. He gestured to a particular notch on his chest. “You went far too early, I see, and strayed over to the Egyptian gods’ afterlife. Odd.” He continued, “So, why did Taweret summon me to the Duat? To give you another chance? Bring you to our afterlife?”

“I want you to help me free Bakunawa’s curse.”

Sidapa’s face grew grim for a moment as he took in my request. “What can you offer me to face Libulan again?”

“’Again’?” you echoed. “So, you know about the curse? About Libulan being…?”

“The moon god has a fascination with gods and deities associated with death,” Sidapa explained. “When he isn’t the center of attention… well, look what he did to me.” He gestured to himself.

“You’re… cursed too?” you asked carefully.

“Not necessarily.” Sipada looked away. “I didn’t use to be associated with death.” Then he shook his head as if trying to break free from painful memories. “But that’s a story for another day,” he said. “Right now, I know you need my help. Not for me, but for… whatever is going up there.”

“I thought gods from other realms aren’t supposed to meddle in other gods’ business.”

“You’re the one borrowing my blessing, child,” Sidapa pointed out. “I should be asking you if you’re prepared for the possible consequences of your actions.”

“I have no choice,” you shrugged, trying not to look as terrified as you felt. “Steven is out there and needs my help. Ammit is out there killing innocents by the thousands. Bakunawa needs me; he needs peace for what Libulan did to him.”

“And you understand what you’re giving up to free him? You will be destroyed, body and soul,” he reiterated. “I can offer you Paradise right now. You have suffered enough on a childish fight between gods.”

You hesitated for a moment. Sidapa was already here, offering you an out. You wondered if Taweret knew about the dilemma of what you were about to face, if she was aware of what you really wanted. After all these years, you desperately wanted peace. You didn’t even know what it felt like, and now, you have the chance to take it.

“I see you.”

And yet… it wouldn’t be fair to them. To Steven, to Marc, to Layla, to Bakunawa. To your beloved mothers.

“Take my soul. Bakunawa can have my physical body once he’s free.”

A kaleidoscope of black butterflies swallowed you whole until everything else was dark.

#steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #layla el faouly x reader #moon knight x reader #bakunawa!reader #bakunawa au #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight fanfic

[yanban-san]

I love your eldritch abomination AU so much!

When darling eventually ends up bonding with Ingo and Emmet and becoming a bit eldritch themselves (if that’s what ends up happening) I would assume that they take on characteristics of both twins.

Now the logical conclusion of that is of course, gray- but consider:

White scales and black feathers

The answer of what Darling becomes is a bit too unique for me to write well, I fear- Because Darling would get some funky weirdness going on, but it would be unique to the individual person.

Eldritch beings can be incomprehensible, non euclidean hypercubes from the nth dimension, or they can be the scary shadow figures in the corner of your vision-

They can sometimes look like words on a page, or patterns in a wallpaper. They can be as ghostly as the wind or as a solid as a block of steel-

They can be many, they can be few- They can be one, or perhaps there is none- Just an empty husk of something, like a machine-

But for You, dear reader-

What would you imagine yourself becoming?

Their power is heavily influenced by thoughts- Wishes and dreams-

So if you were to think something would happen, then- Well, by their power-

It might just be.

Personally if I do write Eldritch'd Darling- I'd imagine they stay pretty much entirely human, but personality wise they start finding themselves... acting different.

You don't particular care to hang out with friends as much.

Time seems to be moving... faster, or slower- You can't decide. It feels like just yesterday it was last month, or that this hour has been going on all day. People talk to you- Or at least, you think so. Their mouths are certainly moving- And everything seems oddly... dull. Yet wonderful at the same time. The world as a whole is less of what you live in and more of a curiosity- Like some beautifully crafted stained glass that you're admiring, and will pass by anytime soon.

Darling may take on some characteristics of their soul-bound beloveds. Despite the dullness of so many things, you love other things you never noticed so very much now. Spring comes and you're elated to see the budding of new life, fascinated to watch a pidove nest of eggs hatch outside Gear Station- Emmet's watching with you, enraptured.

When time stretches on, you aren't bothered by it. Even if the minute dragged on for a thousand years, it's only a minute- And it will eventually end. You flip between being oddly patient- And horribly impatient. Ingo comforts you- Reminding you that everything has it's time, no matter how long it must take.

"When do I start turning into a cool monster like you guys?"

Ingo looked up at you, you being seated in his lap- It was their favorite way to hold you. "Whatever do you mean, Dear?"

"You said I'd... have... some changes after you did that soul-bond thing- But to be honest, I just feel a little... weird."

Ingo's hand went up to your face, brushing back the edges of your hair. "You mean you thought you'd... turn into... something like myself, or like brother-?"

"I mean, a little bit." You said- Trying not to sound too disappointed. Ingo sighed, yet his eyes- Were oddly dark. To take away your humanity- All of it- Both of mind and body-

His grip on your waist tightened, his other hand grabbing your head- Lightly, yet firmly. The shadows about him gathered dark and deep, wispy shades of black smoke trailing from them as they grew long around your dear soulmate-

"Well, my little human-" The voice of the demon rumbling dark and deep-

"Why don't you tell me what you'd like to be?"

#Demon AU #Monster AU #Eldritch AU #Eldritch Submas #Ingo X Reader #Emmet X reader #?? #ksaljf

[password-door-lock]

Mystictober Day 29-- AU

Content Warnings: manipulation, biting (in a vampire way)

You're still awake when the knock comes at your door. This has been a rare occurrence since your arrival at Magenta— typically, Ray wakes you up with his nightly visits, though you always assure him that you’ve only just gone to sleep. You feel bad, hearing him apologize for waking you when you would gladly miss an entire night of sleep for only a few minutes by his side. There's something magnetic about Ray, something that makes you long for him when you're apart and revel in each moment that you spend together. This evening, however, is a different story— you don't think you could have fallen asleep if you tried to, though admittedly, you didn't put in very much effort. Ray told you over the phone this morning that he'd like to make you a member of this place tonight, and you've been giddy with anticipation for the entire day. “Come in,” you call, eager to see Ray.

He obliges, shutting the door gently behind him. Before you can process what is going on, he's materialized by your side. “I hope I didn't wake you, my sweet,” he breathes, eyes wide. “I finished my work as fast as I could, since it’s a special night for us.” 

“I’ve been too excited to fall asleep,” you admit.  It always takes you a moment to recover when Ray dashes across the room like this— you don't understand how anybody could get from the doorway to your bedside in the blink of an eye, but somehow, Ray manages. Maybe his presence just distorts your perception of time. “I was waiting for you.”

“I'm glad,” Ray establishes himself on your bed, perching on the very edge as if he's worried about upsetting you by getting any closer. “I know it's late, but... I just couldn't stay away from you, my prince(ss). I can’t stop thinking about you.”

The way he's studying you makes your heart skip a beat, and strange as it is, you get the feeling that he can tell. His eyes narrow slightly, and he inhales heavily through his nose, as if taking in your scent. “That's okay, Ray,” you assure him, reaching for his hand. “I'm glad you're here.”

He takes your hand in his, and you are shocked as usual by the coolness of his touch. Ray always feels so cold— you want to bundle him up in the covers of your bed, but you don't want to overwhelm him, so you settle instead for clutching his hand, hoping that some of your body heat will transfer to him. Strangely, no matter how long it spends in your loving grip, Ray's hand never seems to get any warmer. “You said you wanted to make me a member of this place?” You prompt.

“I did,” Ray gives you an indulgent smile. If you didn't know any better, you'd think his canine teeth looked sharper than usual... no, it must just be the late hour playing tricks on you. How could a person’s teeth get sharper over the course of a single day? “Although... I have to tell you... what it really means to be a member of the Mint Eye.”

You blink at him. “What do you mean?” 

He sighs, running his free hand through his hair before returning his attention to you. “Please don't be mad at me,” he urges, ignoring your question. “I didn't want to hide the truth from you, but... I had to do it. For your own protection. You understand, don’t you, my MC? I would never do anything to hurt you.”

Now you're even more confused. What could he possibly be talking about? “It's alright, Ray,” you offer him an encouraging smile, hoping it will ease his nerves. Whatever he has to tell you can't possibly be that bad. “I trust you. I'm sure you had a good reason for keeping me in the dark.” Granted, you have no idea what he's been keeping you in the dark about, but it can’t be that bad, can it? 

“I'm so glad you understand,” he gushes. “My MC. I knew you were perfect from the start.” 

You blush, as you always do under Ray's attention. You can't help it— it's as if every time he looks at you, he can see into your soul. “It's alright,” you repeat, rubbing soothing circles on his hand, “You can tell me anything. I promise I won't be upset with you.” You know he struggles with feelings of unworthiness, and you want to do everything in your power to combat them.

He offers you a shaky laugh. “Of course not,” he agrees, “You're such a good person. But the truth is... I'm not... what you think I am.”

“What do you mean?” You ask again, trying not to betray your own nerves. You don’t want Ray to think you’re angry with him, but you have no idea what to expect. His frantic apologies and warnings have left you beyond confused. 

“I'm... a monster,” he whispers. It is impossible to ignore the sharpness of his canines now, the otherworldly glow of his brilliant seafoam-colored eyes. “And in order to become a member of this place... you have to let me...” he shudders, steeling himself to finish his explanation. “Drink your blood. It doesn’t hurt, and afterwards… I can even let you leave this room.” Ray has been keeping you here for days in order to protect you from a threat that he refuses to name; the thought of spending time outside again is such a welcome change of pace that it nearly distracts you from the matter at hand. 

“You're... a vampire?” You can't pretend that you saw this coming, but it certainly makes sense. Suddenly, you understand why Ray moves so quickly, why he keeps such odd hours, and why his gaze is so intense. 

Ray nods. “Do you hate me now?” He asks. It seems like a strange question, all things considered. “If you hate me, I can get out of your sight, and you won’t have to deal with me anymore— don’t worry. I can have the believers bring you your meals from now on, and you’ll never have to look at me again.” He drops that intense gaze of his, staring down at your clasped hands rather than meeting your wide eyes. 

“No, of course I don't hate you.” You drop his hand, only to pull him into your embrace. You're confused— how could you not be?— but there is one thing you can be sure of. Ray needs you by his side, vampire or not. And if all you have to do to stay with him is to let him drink your blood... it seems pretty reasonable, in the scheme of things. “Um, you can... go ahead. If you want to. I don’t mind.” 

“Really?”  Ray asks, holding you tighter than you'd have thought humanly possible. ”I knew you'd understand, my prince(ss). I promise it won’t hurt,” he says again. And that is the last thing he tells you before he sinks his teeth into your neck.

#Fans of danger Ray will love vampire danger Ray #As will the two people who voted for vampire danger Ray on the poll I made 3 months ago lol #I also recognize that this is my second vampire story this month #But in my defense #Vampires! #mm_mystictober2023 #mystic messenger #mystic messenger drabble

[envyadams-vs-me]

RONANCE BAND AU FINALE!!

(I don't think this really counts as a 'band' but idk at this point lmao)

~

"Nance, I love ya, but you're an idiot. Now is not the time to push her away! You should be leaning into her love!"

Steve had been lecturing Nancy for the better part of an hour once Nancy had calmed down enough to tell him what was going on. He had let her vent about work and the over scheduling, then when she was level headed again he yelled at her for making his best friend cry.

"Nance, you are sending all wrong signals and making her confused. Either you're in love with her or you're not, it's that simple."

Nancy huffed and crossed her arms, "You know I'm in love with her, Steven."

"Then tell her that!"

"I can't just walk up to her and say, hey guess what? I'm in love with you!"

"Nancy, please, you could absolutely do that. What's the hold up, for real?"

Nancy sighed as she let her head gently fall back on the uncomfortable seat of the Uber she was forced to ride in, "She deserves the world, Steve. If I'm going to tell her, it has to be perfect."

She could practically see Steve shaking his head like she was the biggest idiot, but it was true and he knew it. "Not everything can be perfect, Nance. This has gotten way out of hand, and now you have to find a way to fix it."

Nancy rolled her eyes, "You're not even going to try and help me? She's your friend too?"

"Hey, I am helping you by doing damage control! You're on your own for the rest of it."

Nancy chuckled at his exasperation and nodded. "You're right."

"Damn right I am."

More hushed laughter, and Nancy smiled, "Thanks, Steve."

"Anytime, Nance. Now go get your girl, and apologize!"

Nancy looked at her apartment building as the car approached, "I'm gonna try."

~

Nancy hadn't talked to Robin since that day, too confused and too scared of saying the wrong thing. Now a week later, Nancy was preparing for her biggest performance yet and everything was going wrong. Robin was secretly grateful for all the chaos, giving her something else to focus on other than her heartbreak, but even this was becoming too much for her.

"Robin, thank god !"

The blonde turned around at the speed of light as the performance director called out for her. Preparing for the worst she squeezed the phone in her hand anxiously, "Vickie, please give me some good news, please."

Vickie flashed her a tense smile and Robin knew things had gotten even worse. "Ugh!" She groaned, throwing her body against the wall to her right and sliding down it dramatically. She looked back up at Vickie, "What now?"

"Okay so, in addition to all the other stuff that has happened today, the sound guys have 'misplaced' aka stupidly deleted Nancy's music for tonight and I just found out that her back up singer's will not be coming due to 'transportation issues'."

Robin groaned even louder as she stood up from the wall, "Alright, we gotta go break the news to Nance then try and find a way to fix this."

Before Vickie could object, she was being pulled by the wrist towards Nancy's dressing room. Robin hadn't been in a room alone with Nancy since last time and she wasn't going to start now.

Robin barrelled through the door, pulling Vickie in behind her, then quickly shut it not wanting people to gossip about the situation. The brunette was borderline hyperventilating, and gripped at the handles of her chair. "Please tell me, there's good news?"

Her big pleading eyes looked into Robin's soul and she had to force herself to turn away, ignoring the ache in her chest. Vickie stepped closer, only having the ability to look at Nancy through the mirror. "Unfortunately, no."

The moment Nance learned the severity of the situation she was in, her eyes widened, "Shit! Robin, what am I going to do? Where are my backup singers?"

Robin without hesitation, Involuntarily shouted out, "Where my backup singers!" In reference to Patty Labell (?). Nancy looked at her, every ounce of stress leaving her, and genuinely laughed for the first time in days.

Vickie joined in on the laughter and so did Robin as she flushed a little in shock of herself, "I'm sorry. It just kinda came out."

Nancy waved off her unneeded apology and stood up, pulling Rovin in for a hug. The blonde couldn't resist her touch and she squeezed Nancy as if they hadn't seen each other in years. Nancy whispered into her ear, "Thank you, Robin." Before pulling away and facing Vickie.

"Okay, I've got a plan."

~

Robin should've known that Nancy's plan involved her in some way, but she was still flying high from their semi-reconciliation that she wasn't too focused on the other things going on around her. It wasn't until she was being shoved into a makeup chair that it was too late.

"Oh my god, Wheeler no!"

Robin turned around in the uncomfortable folding chair she was told to sit in and looked at the singer who stood behind her, "I'm not going on stage with you."

Nancy unfolded her arms to flap them against her sides, "Robin, come on, it's just on song. Please?"

Robin turned back around, not getting caught up in Nancy's antics. She crossed her arms, huffing like a child, "No offense, Nance, but I don't know any of your songs. I wouldn't even know when to back you up. Plus I'm not good at singing, let alone singing in front of a whole bunch of people who will definitely be judging me."

Nancy strolled up behind the chair and laid her hands on either side of Robin's head, looking at her through the mirror, "We changed the song. I'm doing a live performance, technically a duet wth you, and I know for a fact you know this song. I'll nod at you when you need to come in, and you'll just keep singing until the music stops okay?"

Robin worried her lip between her teeth as she thought it over. She looked up at the girl behind her, who somehow looked even prettier in this awkward position, and exhaled a breath. "Nance, I really don't know. What if-"

Nancy's moved her hands to cup Robin's face and a beat passed where each girl just stared in aw at the other. She had to pull herself out of Robin's big blue eyes and get back on track. "I'll be right there with you, Robin. I promise everything will be okay. We'll be up there for 2 and a half minutes tops, then we'll be back here and on our way home."

Robin couldn't help the way her eyes flashed to Nancy's lips as she felt her mouth drying up. Her eyebrows pulled together, ready to spring more doubtful thoughts at Nancy, but the brunette was too quick.

"Please, Robin." Nancy felt as if some magnetic force was pulling her face closer to the blonde below her, but it was probably just the temptation of her lips. "I need you." Her voice barely a whisper, words spoken just for Robin.

"Okay."

The door burst open so quickly, the pair of girls screamed in surprise nearly knocking heads. An overworked Vickie, panting from the run over to the room, looked between them. "You've got five minutes, is she in?"

Robin nodded, "I'm in."

This time Vickie dramatically draped herself against the door, muttering out a "Thank god.", before waving in makeup artists and talking into her earpiece. She gave the girls one more look while saying, "You don't have time to change, so you're casual today. You need to be up front in three minutes. Three!" Within a second Vickie had vanished, rushing off to double check everyone was doing their job.

Nancy gave Robin a thumbs up and a smile as strangers powered her face. They gave her a 'natural' look due to the time crunch (though Nancy claimed it was because of her natural beauty) and she waited for Nancy to grab her guitar before the pair rushed to the stage.

Seats were set up for them, as well as microphones. Nancy sat on the right, checking her watch and muttering, "Two minutes to spare." Robin awkwardly sat next to her and fought the urge to bite her nails.

The light dimmed and Nancy gave her a quick smile before placing her hands on the guitar, "Showtime."

Robin took a deep breath and tried to convince her body that her rapid heartbeat was from excitement and not fear. Soon the lights were on above them, hot against her back, and Nancy counted herself off.

(Cue 'Monster' from the Adventure Time Obsidian movie)

A familiar song began to fall from Nancy's lips and Robin whipped her head toward the singer. She was transfixed on the way her voice dripped with emotion as she sang, 'But don't beat yourself up, Robin, it wasn't just the sun that I was hiding from.'

It became crystal clear to Robin that, in that moment, Nancy was singing a love song, for her. Not Steve, not Johnathan (her highschool sweetheart). Just Robin.

Tears filled her eyes and she forced herself to focus on the song, remembering that they were live and she couldn't mess this up for Nancy.

'...and I'm still scared that I'm not good enough.' Nancy glanced at Robin, whom she knew hadn't looked away from her, and nodded. There was a moment of hesitation before Robin pulled herself together with an, "Oh." And continued with the song.

Nancy's heart jumped as she heard Robin sing. She knew what this song meant to Robin, knew that when she sang 'I've always felt like a monster, long before I was big.', just exactly what that meant to Robin.

Soon both girls had tears falling from their eyes as looked at each other and sang out, 'But loving you's a good problem to have, and I'm used to that. Yeah I could get used to this.'

Robin couldn't finish the last of the song, too busy muffling her cries from the microphone and feeling the wave of Nancy's love washing over her. Nancy experterly blinked back her tears, only a few managing to free fall, as she looked at Robin while finishing the song, 'You're the pink in my cheeks and I love that it means, I'm a little bit soft.'

There was no way of stopping the actions that followed. Robin, still fully spilling over with emotion, stood up to grab Nancy's face in a kiss. Nancy maneuvered her guitar out of the way so she could pull Robin closer by her waist.

The startling eruption of cheers and applause was the only thing to break the two apart in a mixture of embarrassment and laughter. Robin wiped away her tears, as Nancy grabbed her hand and waved goodbye to the audience.

Once they were behind closed doors again Robin hugged Nancy and burst into tears again. The brunette reassuringly held her as she sobbed into her shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Nance. I was jealous of Steve and acting all stupid. I love you so much, I'm so sorry."

Nancy pulled Robin to the floor so she could comfortably lean on her. She dragged the blonde's face from her shoulder and made sure to look her in the eyes as she talked, "Robin you have nothing to be sorry for. I only pushed you away because I was too stressed out to see you were hurting. You do so much for me and I love how much you care for me."

Robin's tears stopped flowing as she sniffled in a breath, and even though her face was dripping with snot, Nancy thought she'd never looked so beautiful. She tucked a hair behind Robin's ear and laid her forehead against the blonde's. "I love you, Robin."

The blonde grinned and tackled Nancy with a hug. The brunette landed on her back, squeezing Robin as she tumbled on top of her. They laughed and took their time standing up, enjoying tht comfort of each others presence that they had been denying themselves.

Once Nancy helped Robin clean up her face, another kiss was planted on her lips. She looked at Robin, who was staring back at her in adoration, and felt the most intense feeling of happiness she had ever felt.

#oh yeah #thats the good shit 😭 #they are in love!! #they def end up trending on twitter as everyone obsesses over their fanfic relationship- #theres definitely a post made by max thats like 'what kind of wattpad fanic is this?' #steddie was screaming in delight when they watched their besties finally kiss #anyways its over #ronance #ronance modern au #ronance band au #robin and nancy #nancy and robin #robin buckely #nancy wheeler #stranger gays #stranger gays modern au

[masterqwertster]

Send an AU for 5+ headcanons: Consecution Quest AU please.

🔮 Laudna/Adeline does retake the Warlock class, but this time her Patron is Ashton. Having a new life granted new perspective that made it easier to say 'No' to Delilah and 'Yes' to Ashton when the idea of a Patron swap was brought up. And I feel like it does have to be a Patron swap since it's been revealed that Delilah basically entwined their souls, so I'm not feeling super confident about saying consecution would separate them. Unless it brought them back into separate bodies... Oh shit, that could be kind of cool with a bit of a Ted-and-Opal-ish type of situation for the Warlock aspect, except Delilah has a body. For a while. Will expand in the next point.

So anyways, like Fjord, Laudna/Adeline upgraded to a new Patron of greater strength. I lean towards the Genie patron/subclass because Baby Titan, but an argument could be made for Undying given consecution.

🔮 So about the above Delilah thing that just occurred to me. How it works is as follows: Bells Hells obviously isn't going to tell much of anyone of power about Delilah and her grip on Laudna for fear of Lord de Rolo coming for their asses with all his resources and the rest of Vox Machina. Bells Hells are also the idiots who sweep their problems under the rug and ignore them until they're actively problematic once more, so they're not going to consider what happens to Delilah if Laudna is bound into a cycle of reincarnation because she's under the rug at the time.

Because of the intertwinedness of Laudna and Delilah's souls, they both end up passing through a "Beacon" with all its possibilities to be reborn. Don't kid yourself into thinking for one second Delilah wouldn't pick a possibility where she has her own body instead of riding shotgun in Laudna's.

So Delilah is reborn. And since she's got wild necromancy powered by the babiest evil god, she doesn't really suffer the past life memory issues. Which gives her the side effect of knowing but being physically incapable of acting. But she's probably murdered the family she was born to and resurrected Sylas by age 10. Or maybe the family lives (probably in fear of their scary powerful necromancer child). It's honestly hard to tell how the madwoman would feel about having blood family given by the time we know her she's all-consumingly obsessed with Sylas.

And, of course, being the hateful thing she is, Delilah has to go after the de Rolos (and the rest of Vox Machina). She doesn't succeed and ends up dead again at like, 15. The only reason Vox Machina even really knows it was Delilah was the involvement of Sylas, back yet again after his last death at Dalen's Closet, and they've honestly got no clue how Delilah came back again since a) they thought Laudna was the last anchor and that was severed when Pike resurrected her and b) Laudna is dead now anyways.

Being disembodied once more, Delilah realizes she's still got a tether to Laudna, so apparently it's time to ride that wonky horse again. Also because she was too far from a Beacon to be passed into a new life by Laudna's consecution that she was riding.

Unfortunately for Delilah (and fortunately for most everyone else), a new blank slate of a life without her has given Adeline the spine and context to reject her and fall into safer arms.

Thus Delilah is finally put down for good.

🔮 Caduceus would definitely actually get to say "Someone please take this child away" about Ashton in this AU. Essek has definitely brought the Baby Titan to the Blooming Grove as an escape point from danger or just because he needed a breather from all this baby-sitting and Search Quest travel

🔮 I don't know if I want Imogen's reincarnation to be an eisfuura or a centaur more. On one hand, flying dates with Laudna (and fun tension with Ruz/FCG because of bird trauma). On the other hand, literal horsegirl and riding your girlfriend.

🔮 Because Fearne now has the Spark of Rau'shan, she'd be reborn as a fire genasi. I was planning tiefling previously to keep her horns and a bit of a fire theme, but oh well.

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Ed Edd n Eddy: "Playing" with (the) "Dollies" (Writing Practice; Assassin AU)

Synopsis: "It's always exciting to take home a new toy, when you were a kid, but what's it like when YOU are the 'new toy' brought home for another's amusement?"

*Before you read:

This is based on C2ndy2C1d's "Assassin AU" of the series

Sarah and Jimmy will be arguably and a tad "out of character," as this paints their "assassin" versions as being in a more, mildly sadistic light; yet, they're not Satan incarnate and will have more humane moments

There are "trigger warnings" for the following: abduction, (very mild) instances of non-graphic torture, and experienced side effects of psychological/emotional stress. Despite what is said in the tale, I did not add, "a victimized minor," as Claire is only a "small girl" because she's a short and baby-faced person that makes others assume she's an actual kid.

It's not profanity-heavy, but a strong word or two does get dropped for emotional impact.

If you're good to go, feel free to read for critiquing, amusement, etc.

N-Now I know why they call it: "Being in the wrong place, at the wrong time..."

I was asked to dump out our food scraps for the animals, along the edge of the forest. I got caught up in gaming and didn't remember to do that, until it was getting dark. Even though we're out in the country side, it's a very safe place, so I didn't feel like I'd be in any danger by going out this late. When I actually got to the edge and threw the food in, I found out I was being watched: two people were looking back at me, with a dying person on the ground. I had been looking down the entire time, and I guess the other two were too distracted to notice me. I did tend to walk really quietly and be silent overall... I-I guess it's also hard to hear someone like me coming, when you're too busy listening to someone dying instead...?

The two people then motion for me to come over with their fingers, and they've got the scariest grins and looks in their eyes. Since I only see half their faces, they must be wearing masks... Th-That's even creepier! I gotta run for it!!!

They manage to land on either side of me and grab my limbs: the ballerina-like one grabs my left arm, while the jester-like one grabs my right arm... I try to get free, but their grips are too tight and they jump back into the trees with me. They work together to hold me in place: the ballerina is holding me up and hugging my upper body, completely pinning my arms, while the jester holds my ankles. It looks like the ballerina is a woman and the jester is a man, but wh-what're they gonna do to me...?! I can only close my eyes 'cause I don't know if I can actually fight back, with how strong they seem-- especially the woman.

"It seems someone has trouble following instructions," I can hear the grin in the jester's voice, "Well, nevermind that, as maybe you can help make tonight more enjoyable. We were disappointed when our previous 'play date' didn't really give us much of a chance for some fun, but a witness we need to keep quiet can fix that easily~."

N-No, really, what's gonna happen to me now?! P-Please tell me they're just planning to kill me, and that's it...

"What's this, then?" the Jester asks, "Usually, this is the part where you'd beg us for your life, promising you won't tell a single soul what made you a 'witness' in the first place."

"Not exactly like we'd believe you," I hear the ballerina add, "but something tells me you're not keeping quiet because you're smart enough to figure that out."

I just keep my mouth and eyes shut. I'm bracing for whatever's gonna happen...

"You're awfully calm about all this..." the jester says, after a moment, "I'll admit, it's a tad boring when we have someone too willing to accept their potential fate. Perhaps we should make things more interesting~? Sarah and I always did enjoy engaging with our more playful sides..."

Uh oh, it sounds like they're not gonna settle for just killing me...

"Let's move to somewhere more secluded, though," the jester finishes, "We don't want anyone else to possibly happen upon us, do we~?"

I feel them carry me away somewhere, probably deeper into the forest... Someone, help me!! I feel myself being pinned against a wall of sorts. I open my eyes and see the ballerina-- "Sarah," or I believe she's the one that name belongs to, at least --holding me on it: I'm lying against some kind of short dirt cliffside that must've been what I felt them jump from. Oh no, now I'm really out of sight! If only they seemed like people I could fight more easily, or if there was at least just one of them...

The jester speaks up, "Now then, shall we begin~?"

"Definitely~," Sarah chimes in, "This'll be so much fun~!"

No, no, no, I don't want something that's probably slow and painful; I try to squirm free, but this woman is still stronger than me!

"Oh, knock it off," she slams me into the lower part of the wall, "you're not going anywhere!" she grins at her partner, "What should we do first, Jimmy~?"

"I think I have the perfect idea, Sarah~," he crouches beside me, sneering evilly, "Just follow my lead..."

He covers my eyes, claiming it's more fun when victims can't see what exactly they're doing and can only feel it. Crap, now I really can't fight back or get away, since I can't tell what's being done until it's too late! It is too late, though, 'cause I feel my throat get jabbed in a way that makes me gag, but no sound comes out of my mouth. I dunno what they did, but now I can't scream or say anything! It was probably mostly done to keep me from laughing too loudly 'cause I feel myself being tickled. Yeah, that's usually not considered the worst thing ever, but it does turn out to be a really harsh form of torture... I just silently "laugh," as they both "attack" me everywhere with one hand, while using their other hands to keep my eyes covered and keep me pinned with enough force on my stomach. They're giggling about how "cute and helpless" I am, and how easy I am to make squirm with so little effort... When they finally take their hands off me, I try to sit up; but my body suddenly starts twitching and flailing, which means that must've been more than just tickling... The two lie on other side of me, while I keep squirming and writhing. That's when "Jimmy," the jester, decided to speak again.

"We know more spots, than just what makes someone laugh, you know," he smirks, "Muscle spasms are also a fun way of playing with our current 'toys.'"

"I prefer making them completely limp myself," Sarah adds, "That way, I can make my little 'dollies' dance and do whatever else I want, even easier~."

I wanna cry, I've always been afraid of being helpless: being restrained, being unable to match someone's cunning wit... I'm scared that if I do cry, though, they'll just wanna make it last longer and get even meaner, so I'll cry harder! I keep my eyes shut tight and I start breathing heavily through my nose. Darn it, lungs, breathe slower! They're sure to realize it's getting to me badly and that'll only encourage them to do worse! O-Or, what if I encourage them to do that by not crying 'cause it'll seem like they need to up their game...? I dunno what to do!! My eyes do, though, and they start releasing tears after all. Please, don't let it encourage them to keep torturing me...

"Jeez, what a baby," Sarah presses a finger into my nose, "We haven't even broken anything or decided to string you up, as a fun little piñata, just yet~."

"You should be grateful we've been playing nicely, thus far..." Jimmy says, "But go ahead and cry, as either way we'll find those pathetic wails and tears amusing; although, I'll admit it's far more convenient to receive more for less~."

Can they just kill me already...? If it's horrible now, what'll it be like when they decide to get serious: that "breaking things" and "piñata" remarks? I stop trembling a little, after I feel one of their hands caress my face, after I stop twitching. I slowly open my eye, to see which one it was: it's Jimmy, but Sarah is also leaning over me with a scary grin.

"You know, you're a truly interesting 'toy,' indeed," Jimmy continues, "one that we may like to play with, even longer."

"She really is everything a 'dolly' needs to be," Sarah hugs my neck, "She's cute and tiny, completely helpless, and best of all: easy and fun to break~," she squeezes my neck, "And, it shouldn't be too hard to make her do whatever we want, even with no strings attached."

Jimmy laughs, while Sarah giggles, and I'm cursing the appeal I've often had for others.

"So, what do you say?" Sarah asks, "Wanna come back home with us and be our new 'dolly'? We promise to play nicely, especially if you're good for us~."

"J-Just kill me...!" I can finally speak again, "I-I think I'd wanna just die instead...!"

"That's no fun..." Sarah pouts, pulling my ear, "We never like putting someone out of their misery, until we're ready for a new 'toy' or 'play date,' and you don't seem like one we'll want to end, anytime soon. Sooo, since we can't leave any witnesses to what we just did~..."

"Aren't you a lucky duck?" Jimmy pulls my other ear, "You get to stay alive, after all, and you'll get a nice new home~."

"No, just kill me...!!" I beg, "Please, I don't wanna....!"

"Oh, don't worry~," Jimmy whispers in my ear, "We'll take very good care of you~."

"And, you don't have to work, ever again," Sarah whispers into my other ear, "it'll just be all 'play~'... Now, it's time for our little 'dolly' to take a nap."

I suddenly feel her fingertips jab into me: her nails feel a little sharper than human ones should, now that I think about it, like she's got needles hidden in there. After getting jabbed, I feel my eyes get heavy and my body starts to go limp. I try to fight it, though, hoping to stay awake and still escape, somehow... I can't believe this all happened, just 'cause I waited until later to take out some food trash...

No, can't... fall... asleep...

Jimmy says, "Sleep tight~."

Sarah adds, "Good night~."

****

I later wake up in a sleeping bag and I notice the two standing over me. I duck inside the bag, but then realize I've got a collar and chain around my neck, and I'm guessing it's connected to a nearby wall or something. One of them pulls me out from the sleeping bag and I see it's Sarah.

"Don't be a rude jerk," she pouts, "we were just about to get to know each other."

I can't say anything, I just tremble and feel sweat running down my forehead. I've been kidnapped, and no one knows it's these two nor where to find us... My life is over, but in one of the worst ways possible. I feel like I'm gonna be sick...

"I'm 'Sarah,'" she continues, "and my friend over there is 'Jimmy,' in case you didn't figure it out already," she presses a finger into my nose, "What's your name?"

I muster up the strength to speak, "....... Clarissa ....."

"Okay then," Sarah smirks, "we'll just call you 'Claire,' since it's easier."

I start shaking, wondering what they're gonna do to me... I try to hold in that sick feeling, even though my chest feels like it's gonna burst. It'd be one thing if they'd just kill me, but keeping me alive means they'll probably do all sorts of horrible stuff to me! Why couldn't I have taken out those food scraps sooner, why did my life need to end just for that?!

"Now then," Sarah smirks, pulling me closer by the literal collar, "let's go over some rules... Just do whatever Jimmy and I say, and don't cause problems for us. 'Easy peasy,' right?"

I nod and shut my eyes tightly.

"Good 'dolly,'" she pats my head, "So, why don't we get you settled into your new life~?"

I just shut my eyes tighter, afraid of what exactly that means... She laughs and lets go of my collar, letting me sink back onto the floor.

"You look so cute when you're scared!" she giggles, "I think Jimmy and I are going to have fun with you for a long time~."

I just curl into the fetal position, covering my head and hiding my face into my legs. I feel one of their hands on my head, but I don't look. I only tense up further, despite the hand petting my hair.

"Hmmm... You feel more like a 'teddy,' with how soft you are," Jimmy remarks, "Maybe we should be calling you that, instead?"

"Why don't we find out which one she really is more like?" Sarah suggests, "It may even help us get an idea of the best way to play with her~."

I really start shaking now... What're they gonna do??!! I suddenly feel myself being pulled into a pair of arms: Sarah's hugging me-- and as tightly (and painfully) as possible! Now, I know how a stress toy might feel... Oh no, that'd be a worse "toy" to become here, than just a "doll" or a "teddy," I'd bet!

"Well, Jimmy," Sarah finally decides to stop crushing me, "she's definitely nice to squeeze, like most stuffed animals are."

I-I can't breathe, after that... That was a really, really, REALLY tight hug. I wouldn't be surprised if she actually broke something... I then wince, when Jimmy pulls the side of my face.

"She's also soft, beyond just her hair," he adds, "If that's not the work of lotions, but your natural skin, I must admit some jealousy."

He releases my face. It doesn't sting as much as my body, but my cheek still hurts a little from the strong grip. Then, Sarah holds my chin.

"I guess I have to admit," Sarah sneers and pulls my head toward hers, "teddies can sometimes be cuter than dollies, and you're definitely one of the cuter 'toys' we've had," her eyes gleam more evilly, "And, dollies can still be seen as people, even if just a little bit, while teddies can't. Yep, you're a 'teddy' alright, but still fun to play with, either way."

I'd honestly rather be a dead person... Seriously, just skip to that part!!

"What game should we play first, 'Teddy~'?" Sarah's vile grin grows, "I promise we won't play too rough-- especially when it's too early to break you, just yet."

I try to mentally prepare myself for what's going to happen; I just hope whatever they'll do isn't going to be something right out of the Saw films. Suddenly, I feel them jabbing their fingertips into me and my body goes limp afterward. I dunno what exactly they did, but I can't move at all! They start moving me and making me "talk," just like you'd do with an actual teddy or toy. I can't even close my eyes, so I'm forced to watch and listen to their "play" session firsthand.

They start by making me "talk": how excited I am to play with them, having "conversations" that interested them-- whatever feigned speech would bring a demented smile onto their faces... If I could wince, I would. They laugh at me, then they make me "dance" with them, before manipulating my limp body in other ways. I honestly feel like one of those life-sized dolls than a "teddy," but no matter what I'm called, they're "playing" with me all the same.

Eventually, they get bored with that kind of play and decide to wait until my muscles can move properly again, so they could have fun with a more "interactive toy." So, to pass the remaining time and see when I'm finally "back to normal," they decide on tickling me, again. Just because I can't move or laugh doesn't mean I can't feel anything... Honestly, it feels WORSE when you can't laugh 'cause that'd at least be some kind of release to make it feel less intense!! My mind is screaming at my body to start working again, so it'll finally get them to stop, but my limp self decides to just take its sweet time... Yeah, it's not really a "sweet time" for me, though!

When I can finally laugh and squirm, I do so and the intensity dies down a little, but it's still unpleasant. Now that they see I can move again, they stop and I try to catch my breath. Unfortunately, that's all I have the strength to do: panting quietly. I'm too tired after what they did to me and the realization that I'm going to be kept here... forever. Well, I guess gasping isn't all I can do, I can also cry. I shut my eyes tightly and let the tears fall, unable to stand the idea of continuing this, day in and day out-- especially if they decide to make things worse!

I hear Sarah and Jimmy talking about something and they start giggling. Great, they're planning more, aren't they...? I just keep crying, as it's all I can do and crying naturally makes you feel better. Then, I hear them giving each other suggestions for the next "game" and all. Luckily, I seemed to put their plans on hold, thanks to my body's exhaustion from tears and extreme emotional distress. After all, "toys" are apparently more fun when they're wide awake and full of energy, since we'll "react better and last longer." Ugh, my eyelids feel so heavy, but I don't want to sleep with them around. Sarah places her hands under my back and picks me up. I wince, afraid she's about to do something else.

"Aw, are you tired?" She smiles at me, "I think our 'teddy' could use a nap."

I resist the idea, even if it's just me trying to keep my eyes open. Unfortunately, they're not letting me stay awake. In fact, they're taking a more... soothing approach? I'm put back inside the sleeping bag, which makes it a little harder to stay awake. It became full-on impossible to be so, after they acted more like parents trying to lull their child to sleep: they spoke in more kind tones, while gently petting my head and back. Well, at least I got what little comfort I needed, after all that happened...

****

I wake up in the sleeping bag later on, admittedly feeling rather well-rested. Unfortunately, when I see that I really have been abducted and it wasn't just some nightmare, I begin to cry. I don't see my captors, so maybe they're still leaving me alone for now. I still find myself hiding inside the sleeping bag, though, as if I'm expecting them to pounce on me at any moment. My hand feels the chain attached to the collar they put around my neck. Well, at least it's not exactly hurting me and the chain seems long enough to allow for some movement. Of course, it won't be enough to actually make escape possible... Still, I should see where exactly I am, even if I can't get out of here. I peek out from the sleeping bag and get a better look at the room I'm in: it's a bit dark in here, but there's definitely light lamps overhead and it's definitely someplace you'd "play" with people in... I see shackles-- both hanging from the ceiling and the walls, a table meant to hold someone down, and the entire place looks exactly like a child's playroom: stuffed toys, the wallpaper and flooring, and some dolls.

These guys really are like giant, creepy kids... I hope they don't come back for a while-- or at all. Unfortunately, I hear the sound of a door creaking open. I shrink inside the sleeping bag, as it's my only hiding spot; but it's not really a "hiding spot," when they'll automatically know that's where I am and I can easily be seen inside it. I hear the footsteps come closer, until they finally stop on either side of me. I feel two hands on my back and I instantly know: Sarah and Jimmy have returned for more "playing." I try to prepare myself for whatever they might do next, but I'm not sure what to expect.

They start talking, as if they're having a casual conversation. I try to listen in a little, but they're whispering to each other, probably so they don't risk me overhearing and they can still be amused by me fearing the unexpected. So, I brace myself for anything. I then realize I smell something: t-toast and scrambled eggs...? Huh? I open my eyes and look through the open end of the sleeping bag: yes, there really is a plate of the cliched breakfast item right in front of it. I'm not making a grab for it, though, these two might make a grab for me, if I do. B-Besides, I don't have the strongest appetite right now...

"Claire~..." Sarah's voice sings, "Wake up~..."

I am, but I'm not coming out!

"... Okay," she sounds a little more annoyed, "you just asked for a rude wake-up call, Missy!"

I'm suddenly yanked out, by the chain of my collar. I quickly scramble onto my hands and feet, and fearfully stare at the grinning duo. J-Jeez, I really hate those skull masks on their faces... They cover enough to give off an "uncanny" feel, but they reveal enough of their faces to show how terrifying their natural selves are. Jimmy pulls me over toward the plate, by the arm.

"Now, now," he says, "we just wanted to make sure you weren't starving to literal death. It's important to keep your strength up, if we're planning to play together."

I start shaking, feeling too sick and terrified to even taste what's been made.

"Oh, come on," Sarah playfully pulls my ear, "it's not like it's poisoned or anything."

I shut my eyes tightly and tense up. I-I hate when they touch me!!

"Do we have to feed you ourselves?" Sarah pouts, "Don't start being difficult, now..." she suddenly sounds excited, "Unless, you need us to feed you instead. That could be fun~."

I shakily reach a hand for the toast and make the cooked bread tremble with my hand; I am not letting these two do anything with me, if I can prevent it.

"Heh, heh," Jimmy laughs, "Sarah's right: you are adorable, when frightened."

Making myself eat the scrambled eggs is a little harder 'cause my shaking hand kept dropping lots of eggs from the spoon, when it didn't just drop the spoon entirely. But I finally manage to get it all down, despite my anxious stomach threatening me with vomiting, now that it has "ammunition."

"How about eating a little faster next time?" Sarah presses a finger into my nose, "That way, we can play sooner."

I shudder, since they're probably gonna make it "play time" now... They waste no time grabbing onto me, their visible eyes gleaming sadistically above their evil grins.

Sarah asks, "What should we play first~?"

Jimmy suggests, "Perhaps some new way of making her adorably helpless~?"

I start trembling, as I've got a feeling it's going to be a whole lot worse than simple tickling or that weird, limp state they put my body into before.

"We'll start easy," Sarah says, "and then work our way up to the really scary stuff."

She reaches out and grabs my wrists, forcing my hands up high above my head. Then, she holds my arms there, so tight, I can practically feel my bones cracking. They clearly have something planned that won't involve me staying against the wall for long, otherwise they'd probably have used the shackles instead. What are they planning, though? I notice Jimmy taking off my chained collar, so does that mean they're taking me somewhere: maybe out of here or into a further part of the room? The two give each other a look, before Sarah suddenly throws me into the air. I crash into the ceiling and fall off it, landing hard onto the floor. Then, I feel the back of my shirt being clutched.

Sarah shouts, "Upsie Daisy~!"

She throws me into the ceiling again, then I crash into the hard floor again. She keeps repeating the phrase, while Jimmy laughs at the (more for them) amusing twist on the game parents would often play with their young children. Each time, it's a painful "SLAM!" into the ceiling, before a hard "WHOMP!" onto the ground. It hurts like heck!

"Here's the last one, so let's give it our all~," Sarah announces, grinning at me, "Up we-- or YOU --go~!!"

he tosses me into the ceiling, one final time. This time, my body sinks into the brick-like surface and I form a me-shaped dent, before I slowly fall out of it and land. I cough, when I slam back onto the ground, and there's blood droplets mixed with my spit. My body hurts, especially my chest and back. I just lie on there, my breathing uneven and wheezing. I think I hear both of them approaching me, on either side.

Sarah asks, "Wasn't that fun~?"

I don't answer; I can't answer, it all hurts too much.

"Oh dear," Jimmy sighs, "I believe you might've overdone it, Sarah... It seems our 'toy' might've suffered some internal damage."

"It's not my fault," Sarah huffs, "I can't tell how tough they really are, until they finally break, remember?"

I slowly close my eyes, continuing my shallow breaths. W-Will I be lucky enough to finally be released from this and before it gets much, much worse...?

"Well," Jimmy says, "we can't let this one die, now, can we? Let's get her tended to..."

I think he's the one lifting my chin right now...? I dunno, I can't open my eyes nor do more than stay immobilized. It hurts... It all hurts so much. Suddenly, my throat wretches and produces a large spatter of, what I assume to be, my own blood through my mouth. I feel my chin being dropped immediately after, likely because whoever held my head up was trying to dodge the blood spurt. Another gag, and another mouthful of the iron-flavored substance escapes my mouth. I go back to wheezing and I'm just about ready to pass out. I'm then rolled off my stomach and onto my side, easing any chest pain with less pressure on it and still making it easy to spit out whatever blood I need to.

"Okay, okay," I hear Sarah's voice, "Just hang in there..."

I think she's also the one with their hands on my shoulder and head, before I finally pass out.

****

I wake up in my sleeping bag, but without the collar and chain around my neck, this time. Instead, I'm sore all over and can barely move. It feels like my chest is wrapped up and I can see that it is, when I look down at my abdomen. Unfortunately, that's as much as I can move my head... I also hear Sarah's and Jimmy's voices, and it sounds like they're arguing with a third person.

"For Heaven's sake, she only appears to be a teenager at oldest-- a YOUNG teenager!" the strange man's voice protests, "It's one thing when your little... 'games' are done with actual, heinous criminals or for the ever-important method of interrogating useful information from someone, but a seeming CHILD-- and especially one without the slightest use toward any job's completion?!"

"It's important not to have witnesses, either, remember?" Sarah huffs, "Jimmy and I are just making sure no one can run off and share what they saw, and having fun while doing it~."

"Would you have preferred we slaughtered her instead?" Jimmy asks, "Some would say that still being alive, no matter in what state, is a blessing in of itself, wouldn't they~?"

"Being assassins isn't a valid excuse to entirely throw out the concept of standards and morality, believe it or not!" the strange man huffs, "If you absolutely had to exterminate any witnesses, very well then; however, there is nothing 'necessary' about this cruel, prolonged torment! Keep in mind, there also exists the saying: 'a fate worse than death,' and this certainly seems like it for the poor child. I may not be able to force you both into releasing her from this torment-- and I certainly know better than to ignore the obvious difference in strength and numbers --but I highly implore you both to end this sadistic game of 'play,' immediately."

"Pardon me," Jimmy huffs, "but I believe we asked you here to help fix our 'toy,' above all else, so if you're finished..."

"... Very well, then," the strange man hesitates, "I shall take my leave, but consider what I had to say, yes?"

I think I hear him leave. No, please, t-take me with you and away from these two... N-Nope, it looks like I'm still stuck with Sarah and Jimmy-- even when they let others know about me. It really is hopeless; death really is the only way I'm gonna actually "escape" from this, I'm certain of it now. O-Oh no, they must've noticed I'm awake 'cause I catch them coming this way, from the corner of my eye... I shut my eyes tightly, as they walk over toward me. Too bad I'm too hurt to actually hide inside my sleeping bag, so I'm forced to lie out and be easily accessible. Crap, I'm crying from fear already... Huh? I feel... my tears being wiped away?

What's... going on...?

"You're okay," Sarah says softly, "We're not 'playing' right now, or for a while..."

I'm panting fearfully. I dunno if I can actually take their word for it... I-I know they want to hurt me more than anything, they find it funny!!! AGH... P-Panting is a bad idea, it's making my chest hurt...

"Easy now, Claire..." Jimmy adds, "Just breathe slowly and try to relax..."

My heart's pounding so hard, I swear it's trying to escape from my body through my rib cage...! UGH!! My head hurts, too... I suddenly feel some sharp point, on each fingertip of theirs, press into my collarbone and arms. I freak out, trying to get free; but I don't see much success, given my near-immobile state. Soon, my body suddenly switches to slower, normal breathing and my chest doesn't hurt anymore. Sarah and Jimmy remove their fingers from me, before each uses a hand to offer a less pricking and more soothing touch: both hands petting my head. I'm just lying there, trembling, and feeling utterly exhausted. I hear them try to offer more comforting words, than their usual brand of taunting and everything, but I can't understand what they're saying... I'm too tired...

They continue to stroke my hair and forehead, until eventually I drift off to sleep again. I wake up some time later, refreshed and calmer. I can finally sit up again, causing the chains on my returned collar to rattle. Crap, I hope that didn't get those two's attention, somehow... I don't see them, so I look down at my chest and touch the bandaged area. Urf, still stings a little... Well, it's definitely not as painful as before. Hmm, well, if I can move... I look around and see if there's any possible way to get out of this collar and out of here; or if I can at least free myself and find some way to kill myself after, if I can't get out of here. I'm escaping one way or another, and I know I can't take them out instead-- especially when I'm hurt like this. So, I decide to start with something simple first, which is getting the chain off my neck.

I carefully examine the chain: it's without any cracks or other weaknesses. My collar also feels like it's perfectly intact and that keyhole, found by my fingertip, tells me I'll need an obvious key. If only I had Sarah's terrifying strength, maybe I could then just pull the chain off the wall and create my own exit. Unfortunately, I'm just simply "above average," when it came to the strength of small girls. So, I guess I'll have to come up with a different plan. I sniffle, knowing I've got nothing else to do except wait for whatever happens next, in the meantime. The door opens, so I turn to see who's coming in. It's Jimmy! Where's Sarah, though? Well, at least that means I only have to worry about just one of them... Unless, she'll also be here, soon enough. I instinctively hide inside the sleeping bag, as Jimmy approaches me. I tremble, which makes my chest sting a little because of the movement, but I've a lower fear threshold than a pain one.

He sits beside me and I hear him whisper, "Hey, Claire," he reaches in and strokes my head, making me flinch, "You're looking better already."

I don't think that's a good thing... It may mean they'll get ready to "play" with me again and I may get hurt worse! Well, at least they may decide it's time to "break" their newest toy and I can finally be freed from this.

"Don't worry," Jimmy continues, "we now know you're one of our more fragile 'toys,' so we'll play more carefully next time."

I then hear Sarah's voice: "Is she better yet?"

No, no, no, no, no... If they're down here together, that increases my chances of having to go through more "playing"... Even worse, it's probably gonna hurt more this time, when I'm still recovering.

"Her condition's improved," informs Jimmy, "but she still needs some rest."

"Okay..." sighs Sarah, "But I want to play again, as soon as possible," I feel her patting my back, through the sleeping bag, "But we'll do it more gently and nicely this time, I promise~."

Well, at least there's that "good" news, I guess... I try to ignore the fact that I'm being touched, but it doesn't work very well. Then, it becomes even harder to ignore... but more pleasant? Don't get me wrong, I still realize it's a kidnapper-- and a murderous one at that, given the "assassin" comments of the strange man or that dying person they killed in the woods --but it's definitely a more "caring" hold, if that's the right word: she must be kneeling, or something, but I can definitely tell she pulled me into a hug from behind. It feels nice, actually, almost like a mother's embrace. But it's not my mother, it's an evil woman-- an evil woman teamed up with an evil man. I have to remember that, no matter how "nicely" they decide to "play" and when they decide to act more soothing. I can't forget how I even ended up here in the first place, after all!

"You really are one of the best toys we've ever had," Sarah says, "Too bad you're also one of the easiest to break, otherwise we'd get to enjoy that cute, scared, helpless face more often... Oh well, we know gentler ways to make you squirm~."

I'm feeling my blood run cold, to where I can't tell if I'm shaking from fear or a freezing body...

"We'll let you sleep for a bit longer, though," Jimmy adds, "and then we'll start playing with you again~!"

"So, keep resting up~..." Sarah holds me tighter, but still gently, "We want you to be nice and full of energy again, real soon. That way, you can handle more and make the next 'playdate' last longer~."

My heart pounds against my chest and I feel like throwing up. The thought of more "playing" makes me sick. I think I'm shaking hard enough to make Sarah do the same, while she's still hugging me.

"Jeez," I hear her huff, "maybe we should consider you more of a 'baby doll' than a 'teddy'..."

"Don't be too upset with her, Sarah," Jimmy reassures, "She's probably just shaking with excited anticipation~!"

"You're right, she's probably thinking about all the fun stuff we'll do together~!"

They laugh at me and I'm trying to fight back tears. No, I can't... The most I can do is not flat-out sob, while the tears fall. Finally, the two stop laughing, and I feel Sarah leaning back and trying to hold me more comfortably.

"Go back to sleep, now..." She speaks low and soothingly, "It really will make you feel all better."

She definitely makes sure I'll fall back asleep: she hugs me closer, rubs my back, and whispers softly into my ear. It doesn't work out very well, as I know giving into sleep means waking up to more torment. I need to delay it, as much as possible. But I'm tired and she seems to know how I tick, all too well, and I can't help but drift off... I wake up later, and find my wrists and ankles chained to the top of a table that I'm spread out on. My head is propped up with a pillow and I look around the room to see what's happening. I spot those two standing at the end of the table, where my feet are, and they're grinning evilly back at me. They must've been there the whole time, waiting for me to wake up.

"Good morning, sleepyhead~!" Sarah says cheerily, "Feeling better? You definitely look better, especially enough to play again."

I can't speak; I feel myself turning pale and I can't breathe.

"Oh, come now, there's no need to worry..." Jimmy chimes in, "We'll just have another round of fun, that's all~!"

He walks over to the side of the table and looks down at me. Sarah does the same, but on the other side. I shut my eyes tightly, bracing for whatever comes next.

"Good idea," Sarah taunts, "it always is more fun, when you can't see what's happening."

I suddenly feel something being tied over my eyes, a blindfold likely. I then feel some kind of cold edge pressed against my throat. I-Is that a knife...? ... Well, if it is, then maybe I can finally be freed? S-Sure, having your throat slit isn't the best way to go, but it's still a way to get out of here.

"I normally prefer knives for cooking," I hear Jimmy say, "but they can be great for 'playing,' too~."

"I like doctor's needles myself," Sarah adds, "when I get tired of the 'acupuncture' type of poking, it's fun to do the injection kind and see how I can make you squirm with whatever I put inside you~."

It definitely feels like she's pressing the tip of a syringe's needle against my arm! Neither one of them actually penetrate my skin, with their proclaimed tools, but Jimmy tauntingly moves the blade across my neck and Sarah taps the needle's point into different parts of my arm. Any moment, they could just decide to cut me or inject me...

"Try not to squirm too much," Sarah teases, "otherwise we might accidentally break the skin~!"

They laugh and mock me while doing this, and I can only lie there and take it. It's terrifying.... Since they seem to enjoy hurting me as much as possible, I brace for the inevitable stabbed throat or injection of whatever substance that'll wreck me from the inside out. Then, suddenly--

"Whoops~!"

"Oops~!"

I instinctively yelp, after it feels like both the syringe and knife have been forced into my body. Crap, CRAP, oh FU--

...

Wait a minute, I-I don't actually feel any pain? It also doesn't feel like I'm bleeding... In fact, it doesn't even feel like I'm experiencing the painful pressure a syringe would offer. I hear them laughing again and the blindfold is ripped off my eyes. Sarah and Jimmy wave their "knife" and "syringe" in my face, tauntingly: Jimmy actually had a metallic cream spatula, while Sarah only had a large mechanical pencil.

"You're so gullible, 'Baby-Doll~,'" Sarah pulls on the side of my face, "The Kankers are the ones who actually inject people with stuff, and we prefer leaving all that slitting and cutting to Nazz," she releases my cheek, "Well, we leave it to Nazz, when it's supposed to be with blades instead of strings, anyway."

Jimmy's cackling too hard to add anything.

"Aw, what's wrong?" Sarah sneers at my panicked face, "We were just playing, 'pretend,' silly~," she pats my head, "It's always fun to use our imagination, right?" she grins into my face, "It sure can be, like letting someone 'imagine' a real knife is about to make you drown in your own blood, or there's an actual needle getting ready to put acid or something else scary into you."

O-Oh great, they also play mind games, instead of just physical 'ones'... How long is this going to go on?!

"I don't think she enjoyed playing pretend, Sarah," Jimmy finally speaks, motioning to my scared face, "So, perhaps we should stop pretending and make things actually happen to her~?"

"Well, if she's not having fun with this instead..." Sarah's eye gleams with malice, "Then, we'd get to enjoy real screaming, too~!"

"Maybe you could crush her, with that fearsome strength of yours, Sarah?"

"Or, I could literally break her in half!"

"Then, perhaps I can assist, by slicing her with my sharpened strings?"

"Maybe we could do all of it, Jimmy~."

I gulp. If I was badly hurt from just simply being thrown around, last time, then what'll happen if they try any kind of "play" involving more serious harm?!

"Then, we could stitch her back together and do any other repairs a broken toy may need," Jimmy chortles, "so that we may do it all over again..."

"And, again and again~," Sarah adds, "At least, until we can't put her back together anymore."

They lean over me, with those wicked grins.

"What do you think, 'Baby-Doll'?" Sarah asks, "I guess it'd only be fair for you to get a say in~."

"J-Just kill me...!" I beg, "C-Cut my head off, or something that'll end it quickly...!!"

"But we're not done playing with you, yet..." Sarah pouts and flicks my nose, "Besides, who said YOU get to decide how you'll finally 'break'?"

I wince at the stinging contact, then clench my teeth when she holds my neck. It's not enough to actually strangle me, but I can tell she's planning to do a bit more. Her nails dig into my skin as she stares me down, waiting for some sort of reaction... I can feel the surprising sharpness of those tips, and I'm starting to wonder if they did something to their nails or the actual fingers to make physical manipulation easier. I'm just saying, it's odd for normal fingertips to control your body, in certain ways, just with a few jabs and pokes. Sarah's also smiling creepily and I'm wondering why she seems so pleased. Then, I realize it: she must've hit some kind of reactive point(s) on my neck because it's swelling!! I-I can't breathe...

They laugh at me, as I start gagging.

"Uh oh," Jimmy sneers, "is something the matter~?"

"I think she needs a doctor, Jimmy," Sarah smirks, "Let's play that, next."

"Good idea, Sarah, especially when she's already on an operating table."

"Oh, wait a minute, Jimmy... She doesn't like playing pretend, remember?"

"But Sarah, we never said any procedures would be actual pretend. The only 'pretending' we'll do is us being real doctors, while using real cutting, stitching and all other medical necessities~..."

I'm struggling in my restraints, as much as I'm struggling to breathe. No, I'm not having them hurt me again-- especially worse!! But, I can't stand the state they've already put me in, either: my throat's swelling up and I'm choking on my own air... Maybe I'll be lucky enough to pass out from a lack of oxygen, so I'll at least be out cold during all that stuff. I panic further, after watching them suddenly pull up a cart of tools, and while showing me the evilest of smiles and glances.

"I'll make the incision, Sarah!" Jimmy orders his friend, before pulling a scalpel from the cart, "You can do the needle-related work, both with the... 'anesthetic' and the necessary stitching."

I'm struggling harder now, as they bring the scalpel and syringe tools close to my neck. I-It's no good, I can only close my eyes. Teardrops fall out of them, after I feel the faint cut and poke of the tools; however, they didn't actually stick either item too deeply into me. In fact, they just barely broke the skin of whichever areas they targeted... Then, they remove the items.

"The patient's been put under, Jimmy."

"And, I've made a successful incision, Sarah, now I'll get to work on fixing the problem."

I feel him lightly cut my skin a few more times, and I'm wincing each time because I fear it actually cutting deep enough to do serious damage. That, and the stronger pain caused by the swollen muscles of my neck.

"All done, Sarah, sew her up."

"Sure thing, 'Dr.' Jimmy~."

She doesn't actually stick the pin through the underside of my skin, thankfully, but she zig-zags the sharp tip over each cut and that's painful in it's own right! I wince and squirm, getting Jimmy's elbow into my gut and instantly immobilizing me. GAH! That... Hurt...

"It seems you need to increase the amount of sedatives, next time, Sarah," he sneers down at me, "Luckily, I was able to put her back under."

"Oops, silly me," Sarah giggles, "Oh well, I at least did a better job with stitching her back up, right?"

"Indeed, she's good as new, I'd say."

I just lie there, trying to keep breathing and feeling my tears trail down my face.

"Still feeling under the weather?" Jimmy smirks, "Well, I know just the remedy for that: laughter always is the best medicine~."

Oh no, don't tell me they're going to do that again, especially when my throat and neck are like this?!

"You're right, Jimmy," Sarah adds, "laughter makes everyone feel better~."

No, please, it'll really hurt and be hard to laugh with a sliced-up neck and swelled throat...!!! Of course, they go ahead and start tickling me all over again, making me painfully gasp for breath and thrash in my restraints. AGH, this is pure torture...!!! Getting hurt, feeling pain, being held here against my will, being touched against my will-- I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!

Eventually, though, they stop. They leave me lying there and wheezing, while I try to calm myself down. It's a bit hard, when you're doing more sobbing than gasping. I hate this!

"Well, how are you feeling, 'Baby-Doll'?" Sarah taunts, "Are ya starting to feel better~? If you're not..."

ENOUGH OF THIS, JUST, ENOUGH!!! It doesn't matter how I respond, does it?! They'll look for any reason to torment me and I'll always just end up giving them the reaction they want!! I may as well just give up and cry, like the hopeless and trapped little girl I am!! So, I just do... Or, as best as I can manage with my throat like this and such little breath. I'm just... done. They both chuckle at my pathetic display.

"Oh, poor, weak Claire," Jimmy says, "So helpless, so pathetic~."

I don't care what you guys think, you'll just keep deciding to torment me, regardless... I ignore him and just keep crying.

"Well, how else is she supposed to be fun?" Sarah asks, "Boy, you really do deserve to be called: 'BABY-Doll.'"

More ignoring and crying.

Sarah asks, "What should we play next, Jimmy?"

"Hmmm, I know..." he suggests, "Let's play: 'Tic-Tac-Toe~'..."

Their version of the game involved pins with the appropriate "X" and "O" heads, after they draw the lines on whoever's going to be the appropriate "board." They promised to know enough about bodies, so they would make sure they didn't stick the pins anywhere that'd kill me or worse. It still stings, though... I had to go through 10 or so rounds of being jabbed, until they finally decided to stop that game, too.

Afterward, they decide to play a different game: one where they hold their hands behind their backs and have me pick one. They called it: "The Lesser of Two Evils," where the objective is to pick the hand that has the less awful item to be used on you. I wasn't very good, so I got some pretty bad cuts and stuff... Luckily, they just kept to the less painful and tougher parts of my body; so it wasn't the pure agony of having an eye stabbed, or my nails poked underneath and pushed off. Still, getting cut on your biceps and bruised on your shoulders can really hurt... Of course, I'm crying the entire time because who honestly cares at this point? This is just how it's gonna be, until the day they finally let me die, no matter what I do or don't do.

"Alright, I think we're done now," Sarah smirks, "Thanks for playing with us~."

P-Please, let that mean they've somehow gotten bored of me already and it's time to get rid of me...

"Uh oh, do I need to be more specific~?" Sarah sneers at my (possibly) hopeful-seeming face, "I meant just for today, silly~."

I slam my head back onto the pillow and grit my teeth. I feel them bandage up my current injuries, before they free me from the table and carry me over to the sleeping bag, to reapply the chained collar.

"Don't worry," Sarah says, "We'll let you rest up, then maybe we can play again the very next day~!"

I don't even bother to hide inside the sleeping bag, this time... Seriously, what difference does anything make at this point?! I just lie there and have my obvious sorrow be the only response available.

"Hey," Sarah pulls my ear, "save some of that for when we play again... It won't be as much fun, if your voice gets too tired to cry and scream during everything."

"Crying and screaming" now, doing it then-- who cares?!

"I said," she covers my mouth, "QUIET..."

I don't open my eyes, but I do stop sobbing.

"That's more like it," Sarah huffs, "Now, sleep tight, 'Baby-Doll.' We'll be right back with something to eat."

I just lie there, by the time they come back. I feel myself being sat up by my shoulders and I smell food under my nose, so I guess they're offering me something on some silverware.

"Come on, now," I hear Sarah say, "Eat up~."

I feel my chin being pulled to force my mouth open and the food being forced inside. It tastes like cut-up hotdogs, served on a fork. I opened my eyes when that happened, so I can see it's Jimmy as the feeder, and Sarah as the one behind me and sitting me up.

They set me back into the sleeping bag, after I've eaten all the food they brought me, so that I can be ready for more "playing" tomorrow. They do the usual hair-petting and all, before I can finally feel inclined to sleep. Please, just take me, as I rest...

*****

I couldn't tell, at first, when I woke up. After all, it was still dark when I opened my eyes. I thought I was blindfolded by my captors and possibly restrained, but I could actually touch my face and there was nothing on it. Well, except for my glasses, of course. Oh no... OH NO! I-I can't see, what did they do to me?! I start crying again, since fate decided to just make me even more helpless to do anything about this. I tried to convince myself that they maybe just moved me somewhere that's completely dark, but I feel my surroundings and it's definitely the same room: the sleeping bag, the wall with the chain, the large play matt nearby... I start feeling my body, curious if those two may have also done anything else to me, in my sleep. Everything feels right and the only sore spots are where they touched me before.

I hear the door open and some footsteps. I don't bother hiding this time, as I can't see Sarah and Jimmy anyhow. Wait, is there someone else with them?? There is: it's the voice of a woman I haven't heard (or seen), yet.

"Is she down here?!" the woman yells, "I really can't believe you guys!"

"So, what if we did?!" Sarah's voice snarls, "It's not exactly like you guys are perfect angels! We all kill people for a living, remember?!"

"Dude," the other woman huffs, "there's a difference between our 'career choice' and just being plain evil; you guys can't even argue that it'd help with taking out or finding a target!"

"Just leave us alone, Nazz!" Sarah roars, "Why do you care, anyway?!"

"Because, unlike some people," Nazz replies, "I want to try and hold onto whatever good's left inside of me, like not letting some random kid get tortured for your own fun; even the Kankers never turned out as horrible as you guys apparently did, think about that!"

"Oh please," Sarah scoffs, "those three would've probably buried her by now... Don't even get me started on if she was some 'handsome dreamboat' of a guy, instead of a girl."

"Just taking her out would be a lot less cruel than this, dude," Nazz huffs, "If you need to get rid of witnesses, fine, but you can fix that problem without being so sadistic about it... There you are. Are you alright?"

Is she in front of me? It sounds like it... I wonder what she looks like? I want to finally see a face that isn't laughing or smirking at my suffering, at least one last time...

"Hey, don't be scared," Nazz continues, "Okay, so, normally, we can't let any witnesses... 'stick around,' but I feel like it's too cruel to leave you like this. I also feel a little squigged out at the idea of killing anyone who might be under 18, if I don't really have to... Basically, what I'm saying is: I'm sure we can find some way to make sure you won't tell anyone what you saw, without having to hurt you any more than these two have already..."

"How do you know for sure?" I hear Jimmy ask, "I'd say, the damage has already been done, and our best option would be to either hold onto her or simply dispose of her. I believe you know which one we'd prefer."

Crap, if I'm hearing both him and Sarah, they're obviously in here!! I move my head around, as if I could somehow still spot them. Well, maybe my ears can help tell which direction they'd be in?! It'd definitely be a lot better than simply not knowing where they might be and get surprised by whatever contact they have planned next. I grit my teeth and wince a little, as my entire head seems to be straining itself, not just my ears.

"... What are you doing?" I hear Sarah ask me, "We're standing right here. At least, I think that's what she's doing..."

My left ear says she's in front of me, a bit away and to the left. I'm guessing Jimmy's near her, since they often seem to enjoy being by each other's side.

"Hey, can you see...?" I hear Nazz ask, "... Did you guys kidnap a BLIND girl?! How is that a 'dangerous' type of witness, when she can't actually describe you two to anyone or say anything more than: 'It sounded like a man and woman did it'?! Even if she actually did say anything, some people don't take blind witnesses as seriously as someone who could actually see things; don't even get me started on how you can't even 'hear' acupuncture being done to someone, so she couldn't even describe how you did it..."

There's a moment of silence, like Sarah and Jimmy are thinking about what she said. I imagine them looking at each other, even.

"'Blind'...?" Jimmy repeats, "Surely, she can see, otherwise she wouldn't have reacted in some of the ways she did."

Sarah huffs, "Let me see..."

"Hey," Nazz warns, "don't do anything else to her!"

"I'm not!" Sarah retorts, "I'm just making sure..."

Wh-What are they talking about; what the heck's Sarah doing?! I don't hear or feel anything, especially nothing painful or promising to be... I-I really hope this "Nazz" lady will step in, if they try anything!!

Sarah finally says, "... You really are blind..."

Nazz demands, "What did you guys do to her?!"

"Nothing to her eyes," Jimmy answers, "so we couldn't exactly tell you."

"... Then, she's probably suffering from hysterical blindness because of you two!" Nazz huffs, "From what Double Dee told me, it's no surprise she'd have the necessary stress for it! If only I could've found out about this sooner..."

"Hmph, tattling cad..." Jimmy huffs, "Count on the likes of him to ruin everyone's fun..."

"I don't think you'd find it 'fun,' if you two were the ones it happened to," Nazz retorts, "Until you guys can remember what sort of people you should actually be doing things like this to, then I don't know if I want to hang out anymore."

"What?" Sarah asks, sounding surprised and upset, "But you're my best friend, next to Jimmy..."

"Nazz, I understand our 'playful' ways might seem cruel," Jimmy tries explaining, sounding equally saddened, "but you must understand, it's really them who instilled this darker side into ourselves, ever since the day--"

"--They only forced us to become killers, not torturers!" Nazz suddenly snaps, "No one else has gotten this sick and twisted over the years-- not even the Kankers, like I said before! At first, I was willing to just shrug it off as how you 'did' things, but you clearly want to do it outside of jobs, too-- including to random kids! The 'assassin' thing can be forgiven for all of us, that's the only thing we don't actually have much of a say in; but anything more than that is YOUR decision, so excuse me for starting to finally see you two as the monsters you actually are. In fact, we're ALL starting to catch onto just what kind of people you really are and that's why no one else has been seeing you two, like I have. Even Ed, Sarah, because how can he still see his baby sister, instead of of some 'scary' psychopath and her equally messed-up friend, when this's how you act nowadays?"

A moment of silence lingers.

"... Sorry, dudes," Nazz sighs, "but I'm not really comfortable being near people who'd do this sort of thing for fun, instead of being forced to... Honestly, I'm starting to question if we even needed to be taken in the first place, in order for you both to decide this type of thing suits you. Just, let me take her, okay...?"

I suddenly feel someone hold my hand. Even though it's gently done, I still jerk away, just in case it's Sarah or Jimmy.

"Hey, it's okay..." I hear Nazz say, "I'm taking you away from here."

Honestly, I don't feel like being with any of you people, no matter what you say! I mean, for all I know, she's just putting on some fake, "nice hero" act, to get me to come along easily to something that's just as bad or worse! I mean, the man that came in here, a while back, didn't seem to really care about actually saving me-- even if he did protest about what these two were doing! I-I...

I...!

...

... Just, finally make it stop, please... I wanna go home or just wake up in my bed already...

I whimper and try to move away from the lady, despite not being able to actually see her, but I'm also careful not to somehow bump into Sarah or Jimmy. Crap, I feel the wall and know I'm cornered. I just cover my face with my arms, wondering what'll happen next.

Nazz orders, "Take that off of her, now."

I feel someone remove the chained collar from me, but I stay in place.

"See?" Nazz continues that gentle tone, "You're going to be okay now..." I feel her hand lightly rest on the side of my right shoulder, "Come on..."

I... I don't really have much of a choice, do I...? Well, at least she's my chance of finally getting out of here...

"Here," Nazz pulls me onto her back, "this should make things a bit easier... Hold on tight, okay?"

****

I couldn't see where she took me, but I came to realize it'd be a hospital. Before Nazz left, she told me I'd be safe now and that I needed to keep quiet about what happened. She said, Sarah and Jimmy-- or even someone else from their "organization" thing --may come after me, if it seemed like I needed to be silenced about the assassination I witnessed. Normally, Nazz is supposed to do the same with anyone who finds out about them, but she couldn't bring herself to kill me because she felt bad for me and thinks I suffered enough. Trust me, I'm not even going to literally open my mouth anymore, if it means risking those two-- or someone who's somehow worse --getting a hold of me, again.

I felt relieved, when I recognized my mother's hug, while in my hospital bed. My parents had been freaking out, ever since I suddenly wasn't home when they came back, the next day. They promised to never leave me alone again, and that they'd make sure I was taken care of and helped with my blindness. I made sure to lie that I could only remember up to the point of reaching the woods: I "don't" remember what all actually happened nor how I got to the hospital.

Eventually, I got to go back home, but I think that only increased my stress because it's my own property I got kidnapped on... Even though I'm never going outside again-- especially not at night --I'm still expecting Sarah and Jimmy to suddenly reappear, now that, "Nazz isn't looking," or something... I'm also afraid of my parents getting hurt, this time, too. Soon, I can't really leave my bed, unless I have to use the bathroom, 'cause I just wanna hide under the sheets and in my room. My parents decide to let me do what makes me comfortable, since they don't want me to face worse stress that'll do more than just blind me.

I worry this's gonna be my new life, but I dunno what else I can really do... I'll never feel safe outside of here nor be able to relax-- not even enough to possibly regain my sight, knowing those two are still out there and may decide to "invite" me to another one of their "play dates"...

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[Epilogue]

Another day, another 24 hour period of staying within my room, and hiding away from the risk of being kidnapped and "played" with again. This truly does feel like the safest place to be, as sad as it is.

...

Well, until I realized my bedroom and bed don't make me impossible to reach, like I thought. It was probably late at night 'cause the whole house was quiet, and the fact my parents didn't seem to notice Sarah and Jimmy were in my room with me. I sure did, though, when I realized my pillow felt strange and that it was really someone's lap. At first, I thought it was my mom, since she'd often come running in whenever I had nightmares about those events. Then, I recalled something: my mouth was never covered, whenever that happened. When I wasn't sure if it was my mom, I felt the person and my hands could make out a dress's shape-- and I knew, all too well, who wore an outfit like that... Oh no... OH FUCK NO, THEY REALLY CAME BACK FOR ROUND 2!!!

I start squirming and struggling, but Sarah's got too strong a grip on me... I can't even turn my head! I can't even kick my legs, either, which feel like they're being held down... That's impossible, though, she only has two hands: I can feel them on my mouth and head. Then, Jimmy must be the other one here... I dunno what to do, so I just randomly decide to free my mouth. Maybe I could at least call for help, even though I don't know what my parents could actually do and I doubt the police could come in time...? I gotta do something! I keep struggling, expecting either of the two to break my arms or something, but they don't. Instead, Sarah... comforts me?

"Shhh, it's okay," she says, as I feel her fingertips stroke my head, "We're not going to hurt you, anymore..."

Huh, did I hear that right??? They seriously aren't gonna kidnap me, again, or something?? … Then, why are they here...?

Sarah asks, "You probably still can't see, huh?"

"It doesn't seem like it, Sarah," Jimmy answers, "it might be dark in here, but the window provides enough light and she didn't immediately react to us."

Crap, he is here, too... Wh-Why, what're they gonna do?! I-I didn't say anything, I-I...!! M-Maybe I should actually try to physically fight back, for once?! No, even with my sight, I know these guys are out of my fighting league and they've still got me outnumbered!!

"Anyway, we're here because... Nazz was right," Sarah continues, "Jimmy and I... We... We got... carried away..."

"Carried away"?! You guys made me cry, scared and caused me to feel pain! You're evil, you're just... EVIL! Leave me alone already...!!

"We're sorry, okay...?" Sarah keeps caressing my head, "It's just... Jimmy, can you help me? I don't think I can figure out the right words..."

Just leave me alone!!! I don't wanna understand your sick minds! I feel my eyes tearing up and the drops falling down my face. It's the only way I can tell I'm crying, since I can't rely on seeing the usual blurry and watery vision. I feel them being wiped away, though, most likely by Jimmy, as I still feel Sarah's hands on my head and face.

"Sarah and I..." Jimmy sighs, "... We've been through a lot, I suppose you could say: we've also been taken from our home, been made to endure hardships ourselves..." I feel him place a hand on my shoulder, "It's changed us for the obvious worse: morbidly trying to hold onto childhood joys we were robbed of, being a prime example... Each day, it seems our past innocence grows further and further away, to the point that young boy and girl might as well have died that terrible day, only to have two literal demons of Hell assume their places and spread torment above ground than below it. It also doesn't help, when you face a world where everyone else is allowed to maintain the normal, happy lives they can still choose for themselves. I suppose it just makes it all the easier to unleash your crueler side, including onto whomever is simply unlucky enough to cross your path, at an unfortunate time..."

Oh, so because they got their lives ruined, I guess, I had to have mine ruined, too...? Jerks. Well, it may be more-so "ended," depending on what all they're planning to do to me. Honestly, the only real objection I'd have to that is my parents' sorrow to lose me for good this time, but I don't care to keep living like this, either.

"I know it's asking a lot to be forgiven and that you have every right to deny us it," Jimmy continues, "But still, it's wrongful behavior that needs to stop and, in this case, have amends be attempted, at the very least. So, please allow us the smallest privilege of being able to apologize, even if it's left unanswered or shot down... As Sarah said, we're sorry."

Well... They sound... "honest" enough, I guess? I still want them to go away and never come near me again, though.

"We can't exactly promise that we can't hurt anyone ever again, though," Sarah sighs, "We're basically assassins, until the day we die-- but that's really not why we came to find you again, I can promise that, at least. The real reason we came back really is to apologize and let you know that you don't need to worry about us, anymore," I then feel her hold onto my head firmly, "And, maybe see if we could help with that blindness we caused. Nazz said that it's caused by 'psychological' reasons, instead of physical ones, so maybe we just need to help you relax a little. We don't just know points that can hurt people or worse, we also know ones that can help make people better or just FEEL better. Jimmy's going to hit some of those better spots, so don't freak out when you feel it happening, okay? I promise, that's all that's happening to you."

I wanna resist, but actually doing it won't really do much... I feel the jabbing done to my body and the gentle squeezing on my hands, while Sarah holds me tightly and still keeps my mouth covered. I feel my tension decreasing and my mind feels like it's suddenly (and literally) flooded with calmness. I don't believe it... For the first time, in a while, I'm starting to kinda relax. Yeah, there's still the fear of who's in the room with me, but my brain's finally able to stop talking about everything that happened and be quiet. Maybe it also helps that my brain acknowledges my current inability to do anything, and decided it's better to just accept any possible death here and that any stressing-out won't really make a difference.

Eventually, I feel Jimmy stop and Sarah stops "restraining" me. My eyes almost instantly shut, after she returns me to my original lying position.

"Feeling a little better...?" Sarah asks, petting my head, "I don't know how much it'll actually help, but it can probably take a little off the edge..."

It seemed more like it took a LOT off the edge, instead: after that, I only stayed awake long enough to hear some promise about, "making things right and not stopping until then." For the next few nights, I kept awaking to their self-inviting presence within my room and it usually went: promises of no further harm and other attempts to decrease my fear of the two, perhaps an additional apology or two, and a less scary session of acupuncture that'd further decrease any remaining anxiety. It's not like they just hit magic buttons that suddenly made me better, it just made it easier for my brain to finally release the endorphins and such I'd been denied for so long, I guess. Acupuncture is all about making the body respond to however you poke it.

Then, one morning, I could tell my eyes were opened-- and not because it felt that way: I saw the blurriness that often accompanies my glasses-less eyes. I quickly put them on, so I could enjoy sight in its complete clarity-- even though permanently blurry appearances would be enough for me, after how long I've gone without any semblance of vision. My parents were overjoyed: they wept and hugged me, not only pleased I could see again, but to see me so eager to leave my room and be comfortable outside it again. Well, even if it was just to literally see everything again, I wasn't gonna waste the appreciated second chance for a life that I'd almost lost forever: one I could live to the fullest of my abilities (and senses), with pleasures I'd no longer take for granted. Of course, the current chapter of my life wasn't over yet... Sarah and Jimmy would probably be back tonight, too.

When the night did come, it was dehydration that woke me up instead. I made my way to the kitchen, but kept gazing around for any sign of them. None, whatsoever. I finally returned to my bedroom and got ready to climb back into my bed; however, I find myself stopped, when I notice my window being slowly opened. I've got a feeling it's them, but it's good to be alert, in case it's a robber or something. Nope, it is them. At first, we just locked eyes 'cause they must've been surprised I could visually acknowledge them. After all, the window made no sound that'd alert someone blind and then there's the way I stood toward their direction. They each curiously hold a hand up and I wave back. I could see them smile and they both beckon me over with a hand. I wince, as it's a bit too similar to when we first met...

"It's okay," Sarah whispers loudly enough to reach my ears, "we're not going to do anything, we just don't want to wake anyone else up."

I nervously walk over, keeping my guard up. I only get close enough to be just out of reach, or what I assume is too far for them to grab me from. They probably could tell I wasn't ever gonna fully trust them, even though they acted nicer the past few nights, but they didn't seem upset by it.

"Alright, I guess that's good enough," Sarah still smiles, "So, you can see again?"

Yeah, but I don't want it to include you guys...

"... Okay, I guess that was a pretty stupid question," she continues, "What about everything else: is it easier to leave your room and relax a little?"

I answer, "... I guess so..."

"That's wonderful to hear," Jimmy replies, but then frowns, "You certainly don't deserve to be robbed of happier times and life in general..."

Sarah's now frowning with him, while they both share a guilty expression and look down.

"... Well, if you're better," Sarah sighs, "I guess that means we're done here... You probably want us to get lost anyway, right?"

Do I even need to so much as nod?

"Farewell, Claire," Jimmy wraps everything up, "You have our word that this is the final time you'll ever see us again-- and that you'll never need to fear us tormenting the innocent and 'uninvolved' ever again, as well. Try not to waste your second chance of a normal and fulfillable life, especially when very few are lucky enough to have one themselves..."

With that, they kept to their word. I never again saw them and ensured to be more careful, as to prevent a situation like that from happening to me, ever again-- especially when I'd likely be denied any third chances at that "normal and fulfillable" life. Still, it's not like I lived my life in fear 'cause, again, I'm trying to enjoy all the things I took for granted and appreciate what I can, before it all gets taken away for real.

Yet, sometimes I have to question, though not as fearfully as before nor as some form of endearment: would it really be impossible to ever see them again and could they somehow not be as evil as I assumed? Obviously, there's a reason I say, "not as," and don't just dismiss them of being so altogether; but I'm curious what they're like when they're not being cruel and sadistic, when they're showing more of that nicer and remorseful side that seemed rather genuine. Maybe they just wanted to feel better about themselves, but I can't help wondering-- especially if they could have other friends, like that "Nazz" apparently was... Maybe in another life, they could've been truly good people. Perhaps even, the type of people I wouldn't mind seeing again and maybe even befriending. Jeez, imagining my ex-captors and me as friends... I guess I really did get Stockholm Syndrome. Well, I'm not crying about them being gone, so I guess it's not too bad of a case. Still, weird people like that don't really leave your mind, even if it's not in the form of trauma to haunt it.

In fact, maybe it's subconscious paranoia, but I don't really feel like they've left my actual life, sometimes. Then again, they only did say I wouldn't "see" them ever again... It would explain the time my parents left on that business trip: no one else was in the house during those two weeks, yet I could've sworn I recalled someone tending to my sick self, after I caught a bad case of the flu, as fuzzy as the memories may seem.

[End]

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Author's Notes:

Well, a bit more... morbid for my usual brand of "writing practices," but I do plan on writing actual horror, in the future. Plus, it's admittedly fun to imagine a darker side to the "assassin" versions of our favorite EEnE characters. I know, some of you might joke, "You call this: 'uncharacteristically cruel' of the loud brat that torments her loving brother and for a scheming little weasel like Jimmy...?" but you gotta admit, it'd feel like a stretch to imagine the two actually doing worse than the usual angry fisticuffs or sneaky screwing-over of others. Assassins or not, I don't think the two would ever actually become pure evil that walked out of Hell itself.

I also worry it seems weird and "fetish-like" to simply mention the two tickling Claire-- especially more than once, but it probably would be a realistic form of torture chosen by those who want to bastardize forms of childlike play... Plus, these two were listed as having acupuncture, of all things, as their main assassination weapon, so I'd say they're a pretty touch-heavy duo. Sometimes, it's probably easier to make a target squirm through more basic means, than racking your brain in trying to remember what each spot/point does to a target specifically. Well, hopefully it doesn't feel strange, since there's not really an in-depth description of it...

Also, I really recommend NovelAI: it's a fun way to practice writing and, oddly enough, I ironically find myself doing more writing myself with it than I do in Google Docs. I dunno what about it seems to get my creative juices flowing better: it being a paid service and thus I'm feeling inclined to do more work, the excitement of seeing how it replies after paragraphs of original text... I dunno, I just find it easier and more encouraging to write with it, than anything else. Plus, sometimes it gives me really great ideas for writing dialogue and all, whether I'm stumped and simply need a suggestion, or when I'm simply curious what it has to offer. ... At least, when it's not making things "inappropriate." Seriously, N-AI, this is not supposed to be a smut-fic, stop suggesting Sarah and Jimmy handle Claire in a more NSFW manner!!

Also, in case you forgot or didn't know: Sarah and Jimmy's assassin nickname is, "The Dollies," hence the title.

#ed edd n eddy #sarah #jimmy #assassin #au #alternate universe #out of character #oc #fanfiction #trigger warnings #first person #1st person #first person narration #nazz #mild horror #abduction

[huenjin]

don't wanna be friends.

pairing: hyunjin x reader | bff2l!au, pornstar!au

word count: 3.705 words

tw: pornstar!hyunjin, nsfw content — dick piercing!hyunjin, multiple orgasms, breast play, breath play, fingering, cunnilingus, marking, penetration, unprotected sex, dumbification, slight overstimulation, creampie, mentions of reader masturbating to hyunjin's porn and the porn explained in detail.

music rec: damage is done | devin hoffman.

note: this was an nsfw ask originally but it got way past the limit, so tada, made it into a oneshot. if anyone was wondering why it's in this format/theme. unedited, like every other work of mine.

you gulp down the next shot under hyunjin's watchful supervision. you've lost count of the shots you have taken and hyunjin has lost count of how many times he has told you to stop, that you are drinking too much.

"he told me that i can't fuck right. that i should at least pretend to fake it to satiate him," you scoff, another tear rolling down from the brim of your eyes and hyunjin wraps his arms around you, pulling into him to comfort you. "i can't— jinnie, i just don't come when he fucks me. i— maybe something is wrong with me. maybe i just can't orgasm when someone—"

"hush," hyunjin slowly taps your back to keep your thoughts shut. "there's nothing wrong with you, minion. you're fine." he pushes your big round spectacles up, calling you by the name he's always teased you with.

you slam the shot glass down, eyes groggy and head woozy from all the drinks you've gulped down. you lean forward, eyes wide open, glasses sliding down as you look closely at your best friend.

hwang hyunjin is attractive. you've always known your best friend is attractive. his bright eyes that light up at the sight of his dog, kkami, running to him right after you cuddled kkami forever. or the way his face morphs into one of disgust when you threaten to put eggplants into his plate. or the way he'd cuddle you when the weather gets too cold. hyunjin is attractive, both in looks and behaviour.

beyond this, your best friend, hwang hyunjin, is insatiable in the eyes of many women and men, including yours. a pornstar by profession, he knows the ways around women, having them come undone in his hold in minutes — you refuse to believe it's orchestrated. you know how he is in bed or at least what the biz wants him to exhibit and that alone has you trembling.

and to make matters worse in your end, you've orgasmed only once your whole life and that was during the time when you played with yourself while stumbling upon his porn (you were randomly searching for one and the temptation to watch your best friend just exceeded everything).

you knew his profession for so long — hyunjin told it to you over a glass of wine that you spat onto his white shirt the minute he told you about it. the conversation was never spoken about after that.

until today.

"what are you doing, minion? damn," he chuckles, "you really look like a minion with those glasses."

you still once you close in on hyunjin. hands on his chest, eyes fixated on his, you lick your lips and hyunjin's eyes widen, eyes unknowingly trailing downwards till he has to tear his gaze away, reminding himself that it's you, that it's his best friend.

"do you want to fuck me?" liquid courage, indeed.

"you must be kidding me?"

"why? you do this regularly."

hyunjin shoves you away, pushing you back against the couch. his eyes narrows on your figure and you fold your arms. he huffs, eyes glaring at you before looking away. he stretches his arm to take a glass and pour himself a drink, gulping it down and feeling the much needed burn in his throat.

"why?" you whine. "jinnie, that's your job. fuck me. you don't mind it. i'll just be one of those girls."

"i do mind it," he raises his voice. "you're not just one of those girls. fuck, y/n, you're the only constant in my life. why would i fuck that up?"

you bite your lower lip, eyes watering at the rejection suddenly. your drunkenness is what stirs the emotional side in you and your heart is heavy. you just want to be able to fuck like everyone else, just want to feel the bliss your friends talk about, the euphoria they reach.

"wait, are you going to cry?"

"no," you bite your tongue from letting out the sob. "i won't cry. you're not the first guy to reject me. this is normal. no one wants to—"

"y/n."

"—fuck me. who would want to fuck the girl that can't orgasm, let alone fake one?" you let out a fake laugh, tears finally rolling down your eyes.

"oh goodness," hyunjin sighs. he pulls you into him for a hug, rubbing your back soothingly. "you're my best friend, y/n. i shouldn't—"

"i want you to," you look up at him. hyunjin heaves in a huge breath. it catches in his throat as he looks down at you. god, he loves you. he has loved you for years now but who would want to be in a relationship with a guy who fucks girls for a living? not anyone sane. you deserve better. fuck, you deserved so much better than him.

yet, his heart won't stay still. his mind won't stop racing with thoughts he shouldn't normally have about his best friend. heavens, you have hyunjin wrapped around your finger and you don't even know it.

"y/n, don't—"

hyunjin loses his last bit of control over your proposition the minute you place your lips over his. it's exactly as he has envisioned. soft, delicate and everything that kept him away from breaking. you capture his bottom lip, kissing him softly, hands trailing under his sweater. hyunjin feels the goosebumps rising up, your warmth seeping into his. it takes everything in hyunjin to keep his hands away.

you pull away, catching your lower lip with your teeth before letting go and looking away, "you won't even kiss me back. am i that worse? do i kiss bad? jinnie, i just want to be—"

hyunjin has his hands on your face, turning it for you to look at him before he has his lips crashing down on yours, taking your breath away. you heave, breath hitching and you gasp.

hyunjin is aphrodite. the very reincarnation of sin. he creeps into you just as you expected, crawling into your mind and captivating every single sense of yours. your hands are in his hair, tugging at the roots and moving against his body. his hand sprawls over your neck and his thumb presses into the neck, rubbing slow circles. he kisses the top of your lips, your hands tugging at his sweater and you are moaning into his mouth.

you pull away for a second, fingers digging into his clothes, tugging at it to be thrown away and hyunjin obliges. helping you out of yours too, the two of you face each other stark naked. you take him in for the divinity he is in your head, eyes trailing down to his slightly erect dick and you gasp.

it's true. the videos don't lie. he is bigger than you had seen, girth firmer than you had envisioned and the frenum piercing has you salivating. it shines under the lighting, your eyes unable to drift away from it, lips parted slightly and heavens, hyunjin can't take his eyes away from you either. was this what he was missing out all this while in the name of friendship?

his lips are back on yours, your breasts firm against his chest as his cock rubs against your inner thigh. it's messy, heavy and has you panting for breath, chasing after his tongue, wrapped around yours like they never want to let go.

quicksand. this is quicksand. you're falling in too quick; falling into everything hyunjin has to offer way too quickly. and you love it. your mind is rid of thoughts. just hyunjin, hyunjin, hwang hyunjin. he pushes back, still kissing you heavily, till your back hits the soft covers of the couch and he's hovering over you.

hyunjin's tongue licks your lower lip, causing you to moan and he's groaning at the sensation, pulling apart for air few minutes later. he cups your face, thumb brushing the side and you lean into his palm.

"i— we should—"

"no, please don't stop," you beg. "not now. please. we're in too deep to stop."

"but y/n—"

"please fuck me, jinnie. fuck me like you fucked soojin."

hyunjin's eyes widens and he pulls away from you. looking at you as if he's staring into your soul, he gulps. "how did you—" his cheeks redden. "wait—" you bite your lower lip. hyunjin pulls the rubber band that holds his hair up, causing the silver strands to fall forward. he runs his finger through it, pushing it back as he holds it tightly to focus. "you watched my porn."

you gulp, lips drying up and you nod, running your mouth quickly to justify yourself. "i did. it was supposed to be a one time thing but—" you look away. "—i touched myself to that. i fingered myself to you fucking soojin and it's the only time i came."

if hyunjin has been just losing it all this while, now, he has lost it completely. his eyes darken, a light growl leaving his lips as he holds your legs and pulls you closer into his kneeling self. you groan slightly in his grip.

"you want me to fuck you like i fucked soojin?"

"yes—"

"want me to fuck you like some doll, huh?" he bends forward, kissing your neck, sucking at the skin till they stain purple to his pleasure. hyunjin marks you all the way to your breasts, covering your skin with both dark and light marks as you repeatedly confirm, "yes, yes, yes."

hyunjin pulls away, staring at you almost tauntingly, licking his lips and running his hand through his hair. he drops the words like they are heavy. "tell me then. tell me what i did and i'll do the same to you, just like you wished."

"you fuck—"

"no," he shakes his head. "in detail. from the very first scene. you'll get only what you ask for. nothing more. nothing less. so, go on, doll. tell me."

the power you hold is insane. you do not know how to use it, however. having never been given this much power, you look at your best friend for a while before slowly telling him. the words seem foreign to you but if this is how it is going to be, and if this helps you come, you're doing it.

"y-you kissed her first." your voice is barely audible. like you're telling hyunjin a secret. hyunjin catches your lips yet again, tongue presses against your lower lip before he slips it in, tangling it with yours as he kisses you. you moan, eyes closing as your hand wrap around his axle, hands pressed on his back. your fingers plays with the few strands of his silver dyed hair at the nape. he pulls back, waiting for you to continue.

with a little more confidence and the huge amount of liquid courage in you, you demand, "you marked her up like you just did to me. i hate that you marked her up. i hated it so much but turned me on."

hyunjin sucks a hickey right above your breast, speaking into your skin, "you hated it, doll?"

"yes. wanted it to be me." hyunjin's teeth grazes your skin and you moan, "fuck." your fingers pull his hair lightly and hyunjin grunts, teeth biting into your skin, making a dark mark that has you arch your back and your thigh to rub against his cock.

"what else did you see me do, doll?" his mouth trails further down to your breast and you gasp.

"you sucked on her breasts. played with it harshly." hyunjin abides by it, sucking on your breasts, tongue lapping around your nipples and drawing out circles by it. "yes, yes— fuck, jinnie, oh my—" hyunjin finds it seductive as fuck that you never complete your sentences as you moan. and he wants you like that — barely being able to say words besides his name. that's all he needed to hear.

"you played with soojin's other breast at the same time like—" his hand is already on your right breast. it pinched the nipple, twisting it between his thumb and forefinger. the pain shoots up and it clouds your senses, causing you to grind on his cock. your arousal leaks through you, and you feel yourself grow wetter with every single flick of hyunjin's tongue.

his right hand is still on your breast, his lips trail downward. your breath hitches in your throat and you let out a shortened sigh as he breathes lowly against your skin, kissing it before landing right in front of your core, wet with want for the man before you.

"so fucking wet and what for, doll?"

"your cock, oh my god. jinnie, want your cock in me. please." you beg, writhing in his hold as he grabs your breast, fondling it in his hold.

"that's not what i did in that video. go on, continue." it's stern with command and has you spitting out the next in sequence instantly.

"you—" hyunjin is playing with your nipples as he waits for you to speak. his finger twist and turn your nipples and you're squeezing your thighs together in this intense pleasure. "fuck, can't think, jinnie. i don't know. i—"

"no, no," he hushes. kissing your pubic mound and licking small stripes, he mumbles, "you have to remember the only porno that had you come, right?"

"you—" you feel his warm breath all over your core and a gush of arousal oozes out. "you had your mouth on her pussy. you ate her out till she came, oh my god. you ate her out—"

"well done, doll." and his lips are on your wet ones. he licks at the lips, pushing it apart as he takes in your arousal, lapping in to take it all. it's merciless. and if you thought his porn was intense, you forgot all about how hyunjin himself was a walking pornography. the way his tongue licks your lips, tip teasing your entrance as he rubs your clit, slowly. he draws small circles over it, tapping at the engorged button till your toes curl in, knees lift up to bend for your feet to press down. your eyes are squeezed shut and your fingers pull at his hair every time you feel the knot tightening.

the room is filled with lewd noises and your moans, resonating through the whole area for you to hear it out in the silence. it's pornographic. the voices you make resemble those that you heard. hyunjin licks another stripe up your sodden lips before wrapping the plump pair around your clit and sucking on it, loud noise of suckle resonating and causing you to move your hips slightly.

his teeth grazes over your clit, nibbling slightly till you feel the knot clench in your stomach. it's a vortex forming deep within and from the one time experience you have, you know. it's coming. you're so close. hyunjin rubs your clit furiously, mouth moving back your lip as he eats you out. he pulls apart right when he knows you're soon to come and in a second, two of his fingers are deep within you, rubbing against your inner walls and you're crying out his name just like he wanted.

it's hyunjin, hyunjin, hyunjin. that's all he can hear — his name dripping in saccharine from your mouth, topped with all those insatiable moans that leave your lips and hyunjin quickens his pace. the two fingers thrust in and out of you, finding the spot and rubbing at the walls to elicit a particular reaction — hyunjin is searching. searching for that one spot that will have you ruined for him.

"fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, what—"

the minute he touches a particularly soft area, he has you grinding down on him, chanting his name like a mantra and he knows — hyunjin's found your spot. he rubs it as he curves his fingers, having you arch further into him. he sucks on your clit, fingers thrusting in you relentlessly.

and you come undone so easily that it's a surprise how your ex couldn't do this for you. you see the white under your eyelids as you come undone. hyunjin helps you ride it out. he removes his fingers and licks you clean, taking in every single drop of your orgasm.

"told you that you were perfect," he says, looking at you and smiling. he kisses your mound as he lifts your hips up. "you're the most perfect human being ever. so how in the world could anything be wrong with you?" he wipes away the tears rolling down your eyes, as an effect from the intensity of the orgasm you went through. "so, doll, now tell me what else did i do?"

your mind is blank. you can't think of anything. your mind is filled with just the man before you in all his naked glory and how you just want him. "want you, jinnie. please. i want your dick. please want that."

"that's not the answer to my question," he huffs. "did i not lift her legs up like this?" he lifts your legs and places it over his shoulders. his erect cock is angled right and he rubs the head all over your wetness. you hitch and whine, stuttering how much you want him. "did i fuck my doll dumb? did i fuck out all your brains, baby? oh no. should i fuck you more? can you answer that, doll?"

you nod, lips parting. "want jinnie's dick. want it. want it in me."

"as you wish, doll," and he inserts it into you, pushing your walls apart with his fingers till he thrusts completely into you. his piercing underneath his shaft drags against your walls, the cold metal adding the extra sensation that tingles your nerves. his large hands hold your hips up, your ankles hitting his back bone everytime he thrusts into you. he uses his one hand to hold your wrists together above you as he hits your spot over and over again. the friction of his big cock and the frenum piercing is all too much right after one orgasm. the stimulation is over bearing and you know why the girl in the video has her eyes roll up, tongue out and lips swollen.

hyunjin plunges into you and you gush all over his cock, coating almost all of his length with your arousal. hyunjin is barely in but he is already hitting your spot, hot tip brushing against it vicariously and the frenum piercing cold against it. the friction is enough to have the knot tighten so fast and hard that you know this is going to overpower you. hyunjin lets go of you wrists but you hold them above you obediently. his hand trails to hold your breast, squeezing it and fondling with it; the other holding your legs up securely.

with every thrust, his piercing drags against your walls and his balls slap against your cheeks. tears spill down your face as you scream loudly, "jin-ah, fuck. jinnie, jinnie, jinnie. it's too much, oh my god. i can feel it. oh—"

"you're taking it like a good, good doll for me. you can take more. i know you can." he takes his cock out. he wraps his fingers around it and dragging it across your slit and your core, the frenum piercing rubbing against it and you're ready to snap again.

and without any warning, he enters into you again, this time harshly and with a quicker pace. it is fast and hard and has you gripping onto him for the life of yours, your hands moving to hold his biceps, fingers digging into it. hyunjin fucks you like he wants to take you to heaven and back. like he wants to show you everything you are missing out and that there's nothing wrong with you. it's the men. always the men.

"going to fuck you and show you how you should be fucked. how you should be getting it. going to fuck you dumb, doll and have you be mine."

he doesn't stop. hyunjin is grunting and huffing as he thrusts repeatedly in you, his pubic bone hitting your clit and causing short sorts of heightened sensations.

"jinnie! i'm coming. i'm coming. oh fuck, i'm—"

second one in a span of few hours. if you could think properly, you would be surprised at how you came twice. it's surprising that you've come thrice so far in your whole life and all three times were to be credited to hwang hyunjin, your best friend.

you come around his cock, the white flash spreading under your eyelids and you are weeping. you feel the rushing oxytocin clouding your brain as you clench tightly on his cock. hyunjin doesn't stop however, as he chases after his own high, thrusting even faster if it were possible and overstimulating you. in a few minutes, hyunjin is coming in you. hot white spurts of his cum coating your insides as he thrusts his orgasm out, only to pull it out eventually and have his white come and yours poze out and stain the couch.

your eyes are shut and you are panting heavily, chests rising and hyunjin brushes your hair away from your face, wiping the sweat that has accumulated by your forehead. he places your legs down and mumbles, "you okay, minion?"

"hm," you respond. that's all you can say. you were too fucked out to think or do anything. hyunjin chuckles and slowly getting off the couch, he carefully lifts you up into his arms. you snuggle into his chest, wrapping your arms around him. "where are we going?"

hyunjin barely hears you question with how soft it was. you repeat and it is the second time that he hears it perfectly.

"going to clean you up and rest you in bed. you need to sleep well now." you nod, snuggling further into his chest as he carries you into his bedroom.

hyunjin's wrong, though. when he wondered how in the world anything could be wrong with you, he clearly knew there is something wrong with you.

you are too dense to ever realise how deep his feelings are for you.

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