#- powerless to escape each other's pull.''

[butchdykekondraki]

wow they really fucking nailed clefs weirdly supportive repressed older queer swag with this one

[wrayah]

GENSHIN + "their favourite position"

prompt: their favourite position(s) during sex characters: wriothesley, tartaglia, neuvillette, alhaitham x fem!reader

warnings: smut (mdni 🔞), unprotected sex w: size kink (only a little), breeding kink (i think), creampie t: marking, masturbation, choking, aftercare n: i'm soft for this man, affection kink, a lot of physical touch a: degrading names, ass apreciation, overstimulation, creampie

notes: this is just a bunch of random horny thoughts put together uuuh,,, they are wuite short, i'm sorry, i'll write longer stuff once i'm free from school ♡ (NOT PROOF-READ!!)

― ♡⸝⸝ WRIOTHESLEY + doggy, prone boning

He just loved taking you from behind, having the pleasure of admiring and gripping at your ass while pounding into you. He adored seeing you shake and squirm beneath him, your body trying to escape him as overwhelming sensations invaded it.

He had complete contorl over your body, his hands on your hips preventing you from getting away from him, pulling your body agaisnt his, sending your hips crashing into each other every time, making you see stars.

Seeing you tug the sheets, knuckles turning white, nails digging into the fabric, always made him chuckle. Your head would either be thrown back to let out loud moans and sometimes screams or be burried in the matress, small moans and whimpers being muffled agaisnt it. You looked so powerless and adorable, your smaller frame engufled by his bigger one, it's probably why he loved doing you like this.

The only downside was being unable to properly see your face, but it was easily solvable. He would occasionally grab fistfuls of your hair and pull it, sending your head falling backwards. With his chest pressed agaisnt your back, his lips would come crashing into yours, taking you into breathtaking and bruising kisses.

Your arms would grow tired, your body feeling weak from the waves of pleasure that would make it combust, before he was even close to finishing. Chest pressed agaisnt the matress, your upper body laying flat, butt propped up in the air for Wriothesley to abuse, the fun would continue this way.

His hand would come down on your ass, smacking it, leaving a red burning spot on the otherwise soft skin.

What he loved most though, was teasing you in this position. He would sometimes slow down, to your dismay, and lean back, watching how his dick would get swallowed up by your cunt, sliding in and out with ease thanks to your juices. He would pull almost all the way out, only leaving the tip of his head in, and then fuck your entrance with his head. Small, slow and yet powerful thursts. He loved hearing you whimper and beg, torn bewteen enjoying the current sensation or wanting him to continue destroying you.

"You like that, don't ya?"

Needless to say, he would toy with you until he was satisfied with your state; his pride was to always leave you a moaning mess, unable to form words, mind clouded from the sweet intoxicating bliss and limbs uselless. Once he deemed that your condition was humiliating enough, he would focus on himself, hips ramming into yours, fucking you into the matress. Feeling your walls clamping down on his dick, he would coax you into another climax along with him, sweet praises falling from his lips accompanied by frantic circles drawn on your clit with his fingers.

"Come for me, baby. Come with me." He would whisper into your ear, body pressing agaisnt yours, hugging you tightly with one arm while his other hand stayed between your legs. Moans and groans filling the room, uniting in a sweet cacophony as you reached your highs.

His hips stilled, his cock burried deep inside you. Filling you was his ultimate prize, being able to see his seed dripping from your cunt after pulling out exciting him even after release.

― ♡⸝⸝ TARTAGLIA + sideways

Chest agaisnt your back, one hand gripping your thigh, keeping your leg up, the other snaking around your neck, grabbing hold of it, keeping you exactly where and how he wanted. He loved physical contact, he loved being close to you. Your warm skin agaisnt his own making him want to become one with you.

His face burried into your shoulder, taking in your sweet odour, leaving him in a drunk-like state. He wanted you, all of you. He desired to feel all of your body, to leave his mark all over you, to make you all his. It's in moments like these where he had full control over you and your body that he felt most powerful, the thrill of battle not comparing to the mix of emotions he felt while he was intimate with you.

His nails digging into the tender flesh of your thighs as he thrust into you, curses flying from his lips and into your neck. His hand on your neck would tighten, leaving you breathless as he ground into you, pace slowing down, procuring pure intoxicating bliss for both of you.

The sounds that spilled fom your mouth as his head touched the deepest corners of your cunt sent him into a frenzy. He fucked you religiously, praying to hear more of that alluring harmony that could send him over the edge in an instant if he allowed it.

To stifle his own moans and growls, he would kiss your neck and shouleder, leaving trails of kisses and purple marks, his teeth imprinted onto your skin. You were his in that moment and forever, and it was no problem if the whole world knew it.

"Play with yourself for me, princess." He would ask you, wanting to feel you clench aorund him, to reach the pinnacle of pleasure together.

Watching you play with yourself shakily, every touch and rub of your nub making your whole body squirm and your walls squeeze around him, drove him crazy right into Celestia.

"Gimme all you got, girlie."

As you both reached your highs, your tight cunt milking him of his seed, he hugged you tightly, forehread pressed agaisnt your shoulder, continuing to thurst into you but slower, giving you every last drop of him, filling you with his love and desire.

Soft kisses would be placed on the fresh bruises, soothing the ache. He wouldn't let go of you until you had caught your breath, soothing you by caressing your aching boding and playing with your hair.

Of all his victories, you were his favourite.

― ♡⸝⸝ NEUVILLETTE + missionary

Sex with Neuvillette was mostly gentle, love-making to be exact. He took well care of you and your body, always making sure you were enjoying yourself; not that he needed to do, everything he did to your body was simply out of this world.

Spreading your thighs apart and lining himself with your entrance, he would kiss you, a kiss so passionate and so lustful it had some sort of hold on you. As your tongues engaged in a slow dance, he pushed inside slowly, stretching you out gently as to not inflict any pain upon you. As you flicnhed and whimpered beneath him, he would caress your cheek and press his forehead agaisnt yours, comforting you as you took his length in.

"You're doing good, sweetheart, as good as you feel."

Eyes locked, one little nod from you was all he needed to continue the deed. He held his body up with his forearm, his hand holding your head, fingers tangled in your hair. His other hand would hold your hip, grabbing and squeezing your soft skin. His touch was warm, filled with love, making both your heart and core flutter with every physical contact.

As he thrust into you, slow and steady, he trapped your lips in yet another langourous kiss. Your lips would never be apart, either him or you would pull the other into a kiss. It was basicly a need for you two to kiss while enjoying each other's bodies, engulfing in each other's love.

Your hands would be wrapped around his body or neck, hugging him, pulling him towards you, needing to feel his warmth. You would place kisses on his shoulders and cheeks, loving him, adoring him, encouraging him onwards.

Intimacy was very important to you, you needed to feel each other, your bodies needed to connect, to become one. You would always be grabbing the other's body in any way possible, desperately trying to give them all your love. You desired each other, evident by how you adored each other's bodies with butterfly kisses, marks and lustful looks.

Skin slapping agaisnt skin, the sound of his dick pushing into your wet hole,your bodies burning, ready to combust together; everything was guiding you, pushing you towards release.

As his mouvements become sloppier, his groans and moans growing louder along with yours, you took his face into your hands and pulled him into a kiss, your lips crashing together with force, forcing your breathes out of you. Such a feverous kiss was enough to send you both spiraling into bliss. As he felt his dick throb inside of you, he pulled out, grinding agaisnt your sensitive folds and clit, his cum spurting out onto your body. You swallowed each other's moans down, not letting go until everything was over.

Pulling you into a hug, you would lay there together, catching your breathes. You would caress his hair and face, admiring the flushed yet relaxed expression on his face. He would place kisses on your forehead, rubbing your back comfortingly.

"Je t'aime, ma chérie."

― ♡⸝⸝ ALHAITHAM + reverse cowgirl, sitting

With his new title of Acting Grand Sage, Alhaitham was always very busy, sitting on his desk, papers and scripts in hand. Thanks to his awful habit of overworking himself, you had foud yourself sitting on his lap on multiple occasions at late hours, including ones where your needy body screamed for attention. One thing led to another, and you'd discover the pleasure of riding him while he sat at his desk.

Hands resting on the desk before you, helping you keep your balance as you lifted your butt from his body only for it to come wiggling back down, his dick being entirely taken up into your pussy. Your feet on the ground, your body help up by the tips of your toes as you bounced on his dick. It was quite the exercise, that combined with the pleasure made your legs get shaky rapidly.

He would try to stay focused on his work as you satisfied yourself, used him for your pleasure, but he could never keep up the uninterested act and would end up replacing the papers in his hands with your hips, meddling the soft skin as you brought the both of you to heaven.

He loved sitting back and just enjoy you, guiding you with his hands up and down, head falling back as pleased sighs and moans escaped his throat. His eyes could intenly watch your ass bounce, the way it moved when your hips crashed down onto his. It mesmerized him; it's beauty, it's shape, it's softness, he loved everything about it and couldn't keep his hands off of it.

As much as he loved having you ride him, it was tiresome for your body, and you'd find yourself losing rythm, sometimes even stopping dead.

"Is that all you got?"

His fingers would snake aorund your body, coming around to rub circles into your clit, sending shockwaves throught all of your body as if he was powering you back up. With new found strength and adrenaline, you ignored your aching legs and continued bouncing, hips coming down onto him faster and harder, his dick hitting the furthest corners of your hole.

Not being totally selfish, he'd help you by thrusting up itno you as you came bakc down, enhacing the sensations and making the knot in your belly grow tighter with each perfect stroke.

With his nails sinking into your hips, he'd continue forcing your body up and down on his cock as you came, your head falling forwards as you moaned and cursed. Stilling not too far into your cunt, his cum shot out of his dick and onto your walls, your hole leaking from the amount.

He loved spreading your folds after he pulled out, watching you drip onto his thigh and floor.

"Such a good cumslut."

© wrayah, 2024

[noyasmashing]

★ GOOD BOY. shoyo!

౨ৎ :: masterlist. reblogs are very appreciated. (*≧∪≦)

• warning: hinata shoyo + gn!dom reader, spreader bar, handjob, praise, unrealistic portrayal of Hinata’s sensitivity : P

Hinata's desire to obey is objectively adorable, but his body seems to have a mind of its own. When he's shown affection, he can't help but exhibit a more... enthusiastic response. A gentle kiss on the cheek sends him into flustered giggles, touching his chest and he can't help but squirm away with a whimper. The moment you touch his cock, his thighs are clamping shut. His body instinctively reacts in a way that's hard for him to control. It's not that he's trying to be a bad boy; he's simply a bit more sensitive than others! Despite his best efforts to rein in his emotions, sometimes his body takes over, and he can't control himself.

It's only logical to consider investing in a spreader bar, allowing him to relax and fully immerse himself in the pleasure of a hand job. Though, he was still warming up for such an embarrassing idea.

The cuffs snapped into place with a reassuring click, securing Hinata's ankles firmly. “D-do we really have to do this?” He whined, his face flushed bright red as he tried to hide behind his hands. Despite his best efforts to appear annoyed, his body betrayed him, his cock twitching and leaking precariously close to his navel. The sight was almost too adorable to resist, and you couldn't help but rub your thighs together.

“Don't worry Sho, I'm gunna take care of you, 'kay? ” You cooed, planting a soft kiss on the sensitive inside of his knee. You couldn't help but draw closer, your lips brushing against his skin as you moved up towards him.

“Y-you’re so embarrassing!” He pouted, removing his hands enough for you to look into his watery eyes. His sulky expression only made him more adorable.

“Embarrassing? It’s cute, it would be…so easy to fuck you like this. I’m sure you want that, huh?” You purr with a small giggle, your finger tracing a slow, teasing path along his chiseled torso. He whines at the lewd words leaving your lips, his abs flexing as you touch him. But of course, he agrees, slightly nodding, a hint of a smile playing on your lips as you watch his facial expressions.

As your hand reaches his lower stomach, he feels the unmistakable sensation of your fingers wrapping around his rigid length. A soft, shaky moan escapes his lips as you tighten your grip, and the sound of the cuffs clinking against each other as he tries to clench his legs is like music to your ears. You coo softly, dragging your hand firmly along the length of him, guiding the copious pre-cum that leaks from his tip endlessly.

As you establish a steady rhythm, your thumb teasing the tender slit of his penis, he's powerless to resist the urge to arch his back off the bed. The air is filled with the sound of his ragged breathing, punctuated by soft whimpers and gasps as he struggles to remain still.

“P-please, can you, please-fuckk, slow down!” His words are barely intelligible, his voice trembling with desperation. It's the first time you haven’t had to pause to reposition his thighs, and normally that brief respite would allow him to recompose himself. But now, he's acutely aware that he's hovering on the brink of release.

“You can handle it.” you soothe, your voice a gentle whisper as you slow your pace to a tantalizing crawl. But it's clear that the respite is fleeting, as his legs begin to quiver and twitch, his muscles straining to contain the pent-up desire. A single tear escapes his eye, followed by another, as he clutches at your shirt for comfort.

"Aaaaah!" He wails, his voice cracking as your hand flicks around his head, sending shivers coursing through his body. "I can't... I can't take it! S-slow down, it's too much!" he cries out, his words punctuated by ragged gasps. His grip on your shirt tightens, pulling you closer as if seeking comfort in the proximity.

You exhale a gentle sigh, slowing your pace to a mere whisper, as you gaze at him with a soothing intensity. His body begins to relax, ever so slightly, a soft "sorry" escaping his lips, his tears glistening on his flushed cheeks.

"Shh, don't apologize," you whisper, your voice a gentle balm to his frazzled nerves. "Let me take care of you. I'll be right here with you, watching over you. Just relax for me, okay?" You speak softly, your words dripping with reassurance as you gently cradle his balls in your palm, massaging them with a gentle pressure that's both calming and intimate. He looks up at you, his eyes searching for comfort, and nods slowly, as if accepting your promise.

You resume your steady rhythm, your gaze locked on his puffy face as you monitor his reactions. His lips part slightly, releasing soft, strained moans, his eyelids squeezed shut as if to block out the intensity of his sensations. "Feels... good," he stammers, his words barely audible.

As your hand reaches his head, his thighs stiffen, trying to fold in on themselves in an attempt to contain the overwhelming sensations. But when your hand descends back to his base, they relax once more, releasing the tension. His body seems to be begging to curl into a ball, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure coursing through him.

As your pace returns to its original rhythm, he's helpless but to surrender to your touch. He can’t help but bury his head in your chest, his face pressed against the fabric as he tries to escape the intensity of his emotions.

"Ah, is my good boy savoring every moment?" you ask, planting a gentle kiss on the crown of his head, your voice warm and soothing. You catch his whispered response, "It's too much," but it doesn't deter you from continuing to lavish attention on him.

As your fingers smooth across his skin, his hips begin to move in time with your touch, his body involuntarily thrusting against your hand in a primal rhythm. The unmistakable sign of his impending climax sends a thrill through you, and you smile to yourself. "You can let go whenever you need to, Shoyo," you whisper, pulling back to gaze at his contorted face, his features puffy from crying.

He doesn't respond, his eyes glazing over as he nods his head in a slow, uncoordinated motion. His hands flail wildly, grasping for your arm or the sheets, before tightening around his own legs in a futile attempt to contain himself. The bed creaks and groans beneath him as he strains against the bar, his movements growing more frantic by the second.

Suddenly, his body begins to shake and he bursts into sobs. The bar rattles ominously as he thrashes against it, his legs straining against the restraints with a force that makes you worry they might snap. "I'm getting... d-dizzy... I feel dizzy, mommy," he whimpers, his eyes pleading for comfort and reassurance.

"It's okay, Shoyo," you coo, trying to soothe him. "You've been such a good boy for me. You're my good boy, right?" He nods vigorously, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he lets out a guttural moan.

It's a matter of moments before his release, and it's a departure from his usual, curl-up-into-a-ball pattern. Instead, his body stiffens, as if trying to hold itself together, and he lets out keening moans that shatter the air. His eyes flutter shut, and he arches his back, his torso bowing into your touch. The white fluid splashes against his stomach, coating his tightened abs.

It's clear this is one of his most explosive releases in a while, and his sensitivity is amplified to the point where he can't even feel the touch of your fingers anymore.

As you milk out the last drops, you're struck by the visual feast before you: swollen lips, tear-stained eyes, and a still-pulsating tip.

But as he blinks up at you, his red-rimmed eyes seeking reassurance, you can't help but smile at your beautiful boy. You run a gentle hand through his hair, whispering, "My good boy," as you cradle him in your arms.

[demonic0angel]

Celestial Bodies AU (Part 2/?)

(Part one, part three, part four, part five. Also on AO3)

Robin inhaled softly as Batman strode past his hiding spot. He placed his hands over his mouth and held still within the hiding spot he had found in the spaceship. He could see Superman glance in his direction, but thankfully, he didn't say anything as he floated alongside Batman to go to the command room.

When he heard them leave, Robin quickly followed after them.

When Batman had left him to go to space of all things, Robin knew what he had to do. With the help of Wonder Woman, who had laughed herself silly when he had asked before gleefully complying, he was able to sneak onto the spacecraft without Batman knowing.

It wasn't fair if Bruce got to go to space but he couldn't!

It was space!

Robin followed them quietly and watched as both Batman and Superman stood around the computer monitor that was built into the spacecraft. Green Lantern was already there, staring through the wide window above the monitor at the dark void. Although it was dark, several whirling stars and strange planets all shone brightly and spun in place. The screen itself held several different pictures, and each of them flickered and brightened as sounds came from the screen.

Robin's eyes widened in awe as he strained his ears to listen in.

The sounds were beautiful, like something that he would've heard at a church choir. The singing was ethereal and spooky all in one, echoing with a haunting quality to it like it was underwater.

Like a siren's song.

Robin had to clench his fingers in order to hold himself back from lurching forward, wanting to be even closer.

But who were the people singing?

Green Lantern crossed his arms when he saw the two of them enter.

“Took you two long enough. How did you find this galaxy? I haven’t heard anything about it, even from the Corps.”

Superman answered, “We were testing the new spacecraft for interstellar travel and decided to see if we could go far enough and maybe meet some sentient life forms that could join the Justice League,” he rubbed the back of his head and continued, “Well, we reached this place and then discovered them and made contact. Batman and I asked them if they would help us in the future, and they said they would.”

Green Lantern looked unimpressed. He turned to Batman and asked, “So I guess you were paranoid enough to call me?”

“… yes. And I contacted Zatanna as well.” Robin could tell that Batman was disgruntled by his own powerlessness by the way his voice was tight, like he was gritting his teeth.

He stifled a laugh at the thought of Batman being helpless. He loved Bruce, but oh boy, it was funny seeing him struggle.

Green Lantern shrugged. “I honestly can’t tell you much, because I can’t fly around here like I’d like, even with the ring. Supes, you’ve seen how dangerous this part of space is, right?”

Superman seemed excited to have someone understand. “Yes! The pressure and gravitational pull was very strong. I was only able to escape because I was far away enough and got away in time. The pull definitely seemed to match that of several astronomical objects combining into one. However, it shouldn’t be possible.”

Robin rolled his eyes. When were they going to be interesting?

He sank to the ground and hugged his knees, tilting his head to keep an eye on the three.

Green Lantern nodded. “I agree. It’s definitely way too strong, and usually, any other astronomical object would have collided with one another now, but those are definitely not normal. They’re not bound with logic or science. They even have planets circling around them.”

“We discovered that as well. They spoke with us and we determined that they were sentient,” Batman said. “It is most likely why they haven’t collided yet.”

Robin closed his eyes, leaning against the wall and focusing on the soft singing that continued to play. It lulled him into something like a doze. The song was just so beautiful and soothing, calm, yet strong. It was like a lullaby, one that he was beginning to love.

Green Lantern continued to speak, “It’s the singing, right? The ones singing are the four in the middle?”

“It seems to be all of them in this area, actually.” Batman sighed. “They mentioned two other planets the last time we spoke.”

Green Lantern hummed and turned to the monitor. “I want to try speaking with them. May I?”

Batman nodded and Green Lantern leaned in closer.

He tapped the screen and the sound was enough to rouse Robin. He blinked away the sleepiness and focused in on the room again. Superman glanced in his direction but didn’t say anything.

“Hey! Anyone there?”

The singing continued.

Green Lantern frowned. “Are you sure they spoke to you?”

“Yes,” Bruce growled.

“Try being polite?” Superman suggested.

“… hello? This is Green Lantern speaking. Can someone please respond?”

Robin held his breath as he poked his head into the door, leaning in as close as he could in order to see what would happen next.

The singing slowed to a stop, and so did the flickering on the screen. The sound of static and ocean waves filled the room for a moment.

And then, just like that, the screen spoke with the sound of a thousand voices—

"Hello."

Green Lantern’s eyebrows rose. “Well damn. Nice to meet you.”

"Hello again," Superman interrupted, beaming. "Are you all well? It's good to see you again!"

"We are well, Kal-el."

Superman’s smile went tight but didn’t say anything. Green Lantern glanced at him but was also silent.

Robin was focused on the sound of their voices. It was melodic, kind of like a little choir of voices speaking as one.

Robin's eyes widened again as he thought about it.

Amazing!

Were they speaking to the stars?

The stars continued to speak, “Hal Jordan, son of Martin, what do you seek?”

Green Lantern looked at Batman and Superman, who didn’t look surprised. He frowned heavily.

“Did you all know my identity before?” He addressed Superman and Batman with a glare. 

Superman said awkwardly, “No,” while Batman didn’t reply, so it was probably a yes.

He continued to demand, “Do they do this every time?”

“I think so? But Batman hasn’t spoken to them yet,” Superman said, looking at Batman, who still didn’t respond.

Green Lantern grimaced, turning away to look at the stars again before he then answered them.

“… I seek answers.”

“Ask, and you shall receive.” To Robin, they sounded a little tired by his questions. When looking at the adults’ faces though, they didn’t seem to notice.

Robin suddenly felt like he should’ve stepped out.

He was perhaps the only one who could understand these stars.

Green Lantern continued, “Could you tell us your names? Do you know what galaxy this is in?”

“… we have no more names. We are kept far, far away from any living planets except our own.”

“Is there a reason you’re so far away?”

“Yes.”

They waited, but there was no further response. Green Lantern grimaced again, glowering at Batman for putting him in this situation with a clearly very socially awkward galaxy.

“Can you tell us why?”

“No.”

Green Lantern asked, “Are you a danger to us?”

“No.”

“How can we be sure?”

“We’d swallow you if we were.”

Green Lantern eyed the stars with a deep frown. Robin tried to look at them as best as he could, observing the pulsing and glowing stars. The planets that circled them were quite fast, and Robin watched it all with an ever growing sense of awe.

In particular, he focused on the four in the middle, 2 white colored star-like things and a black hole, as well as a wide and glowing orb. The black hole looked intimidating, but it was so cool that Robin couldn’t help but lean past the door.

Green Lantern continued, “I am a Green Lantern. Do you know what that is?”

“We know of everything.”

Green Lantern turned around and muttered, “Jesus Christ.” He looked out the glass windows at the four revolving stars and black holes and then down at the monitor. “How come nobody knows about you?”

“Clockwork hid us….” Their voices were soft, reminiscent.

“Who?”

They didn’t answer, their silence sounding hesitant and worried. Robin hated that they seemed so fearful, as if they were protecting their mysterious Clockwork from them.

“Why?” Green Lantern pushed. Even Batman and Superman were growing agitated at the lack of any actual answers.

“… For our safety.”

Green Lantern nodded and said, “Thank you for answering our questions. That’s all for now.”

Then he pulled away, as the singing immediately picked up again, a little more rushed than before. He looked at Batman and Superman and asked, “Do we have any idea what a “Clockwork” is? Or who it is?”

“I’ve never heard of someone named that,” Batman shook his head.

Superman raised a finger, asking to speak as he said, “I have noticed that this galaxy is in the direction of the Horologium constellation. Horologium means “clock”. Maybe there’s a link between the two?”

“Makes sense. Now what? Do we even need to do anything? They’re seriously uncooperative and I think they’re being vague on purpose.”

Superman frowned. "Green Lantern," he began sternly, but the Green Lantern then put his hands up.

"Okay, first of all, I am way out of my depth here. Intergalactic threats are one thing, children that were forced to become stars is a whole separate matter."

“You already read the report, why are you complaining?” Batman grumbled.

However, Robin ignored the squabble that then ensued as his eyes widened. Children?

Were they in trouble?

Robin needed to help! As Batman’s partner and equal, he was better equipped to help than these three!

These three clearly weren’t suited for this!

Green Lantern scowled. “We have no way of knowing if they’re being truthful or not. My suggestion is that we continue to observe them in the meantime and if they want to “help” us, we take it with a grain of salt.”

Batman nodded. “Exactly my thinking.”

Superman looked a little anxious. “Aren’t we going to help them too? They said that they were human once…”

“Why bother? They don’t even act like it’s an inconvenience.”

Robin grit his teeth.

He knew it! These adults were useless! These stars were kids like him, so they needed to be helped by a kid too. If Robin was able to help, they would surely be better off than with these losers!

Robin loved Superman and Batman (he never really met Green Lantern before, but he disliked him now), but clearly, he was the man for the job.

Superman seemed to be on the same wavelength as him and said, “Let’s ask them! Maybe if we insist, they can give us more information as to why they were changed.”

"Superman, while I appreciate how you hold hope for helping everyone, I really don't think you can help... these." Green Lantern gestured to the window, where the four glowing beings were still spinning in place.

Robin felt heat flare up in his chest at his dismissive tone. How dare he brush off these stars!

Of course, if Robin had been older and not as hot-tempered and determined to hate Green Lantern, he would've seen that he seemed tired. All three of the adult heroes were confused by these beings and could not understand them, not like how Robin could. To them, it was a group of sentient, possibly highly dangerous stars that rivaled their own Sun, that could consume them all in great flames and heat.

They were paranoid, confused, and jaded, and that didn’t make a good combination when faced with beings that they could not understand, beings that they could not help and could kill them without moving.

But Robin didn't know that, so he was still fuming as Green Lantern continued speaking.

"There's no guarantee that Zatanna can help them. And we've only just started the Justice League a few months ago. We don't have many routes to help and we don't know if we can trust them. Or if they're being truthful."

Superman frowned.

"But..." he looked to Batman for help.

Batman was silent, avoiding his gaze.

Robin held back a sigh. Batman seemed allergic to emotions again. If Robin was there, he probably could've backed up Superman.

Adults were so annoying.

Green Lantern huffed. “I’ll ask them, okay? Stop looking at me like that, it feels weird that I’m falling for a grown man’s puppy eyes.”

Superman muttered to himself sullenly, “I wasn’t giving puppy eyes.”

Green Lantern addressed the little galaxy again, their song filling the room before he said, “Excuse me? I have one more question.”

The crackling singing stopped suddenly, and Robin got the feeling that they were annoyed and apprehensive.

“Speak.”

Green Lantern cleared his throat and asked, “Do you need any help? With anything? It’s only right that we help you if you’re helping us.”

More silence. Now it seemed kind of hesitant again.

“Is there anything at all? Anyone we can call?”

One voice in particular suddenly spoke up over the silence.

“… Robin.”

There was silence as Batman stood there, dumbfounded. "Who?"

Robin’s eyes widened. Were the stars talking about him?

Superman flinched.

Batman turned to him with wide eyes and then he whirled towards the door, where Robin had been accidentally leaning too far past the doorway to avoid being seen. He darted back in but it was still too late.

"Robin!" Batman barked. "How did you get on the ship?!"

Robin, realizing how futile it was to hide, poked his head back out. "You left me at home! And then went to space without me!"

Batman groaned. Then he whirled around to glare at Superman. "You knew about this!" He accused, jabbing a finger in his direction.

Superman laughed awkwardly. "Hahahah... uhh... I couldn't sense him?"

Batman put a hand on his cowl and groaned again, in lieu of taking a hand and rubbing it over his face, while Green Lantern gaped.

“Spooky, you’ve had a sidekick this whole time?! Do I even know you?!”

Robin rolled his eyes. He stood up and dusted himself off before walking closer. “I’m not a sidekick! I’m Batman’s partner!”

Batman huffed, but nodded. “Robin is not my sidekick.”

“This is bizarre as f— fudge,” Green Lantern finished lamely, and then pursed his lips together, looking at Robin with narrowed eyes. Robin returned the look. “How’d you even sneak in?”

“I’m not telling you,” Robin said, sticking out his tongue.

“Robin.” Batman glared at him.

Robin rolled his eyes again and crossed his arms. “Wonder Woman helped me.”

Batman rubbed at his eyes. "She and I will be having words after this."

Robin huffed. "Don't be mad at her! I asked her to help me!"

Batman muttered something that had Superman eying him warily.

Robin strode forward and pulled on Batman's cape. "Well, I'm still here. And I say that we help them."

"Kid, you don't understand the situation. They're dangerous. And we don't know anything about them," Green Lantern said, like he was a baby.

"Yes, we do! They're kids and I can help!"

Green Lantern scoffed. "You're what— eight?"

He was actually twelve, but for that, Robin was going to cut this guy’s shins.

Robin took out a wingding, ready to slash this asshole's ankles when he felt Batman lift him up by the armpits and hold him up in the air, forcing him to be still. Of course, he could’ve just left Batman’s hold and probably cut his ankles too, but he decided to be gracious and let Batman hold him.

He did, of course, kick Batman backwards in the chest for daring to put him in air jail, but his armor was too strong so it didn’t do anything.

Robin pouted and glared at Green Lantern with laser-like eyes before he made a slashing motion across his neck with the wingding.

Green Lantern stared at him with horror before he shouted, "Spooky, he just threatened me! Is this normal?! What demon child do you have??"

Superman, who was behind Robin, said, "What? Robin wouldn’t do that! He’s an angel!"

Robin smiled evilly. "Yeah. I'm an angel."

Green Lantern blanched.

Batman huffed a laugh. "You're demon spawn, alright. Stop swinging your birdarang. I gave those to you to fight crime, not other heroes."

"It's a wingding, B!”

He was put down after another moment of having his legs swinging midair, and because he was an absolute angel, he didn't move to cut Green Lantern's kneecaps.

It was apparently visible on his face what he wanted to do because Green Lantern shuddered and moved backwards to hide behind Superman.

Robin sniffed dismissively and then turned to Batman. "Batman, we should help them! They called for me— they need me!”

Batman grew serious again and shook his head. "You don’t know that. They could be dangerous. Robin, you shouldn’t have come here.”

Robin scowled furiously. “Don’t tell me what to do!”

Batman groaned, raising his head to stare at the stars as if they would somehow give him strength.

Robin snorted coldly and ignored Superman’s worried gaze before he strode forward and peered through the window. He shooed Batman away with a hand as he tried to approach him.

“Shoo! I’ll handle this.”

“Robin—“

“You owe me,” Robin said stubbornly. He glared at Batman, who looked even more uncomfortable. “You left me behind. Alone. You owe me! I’m your partner! I shouldn’t have to stay behind just because you told me to!”

Batman grimaced and then awkwardly, he started to say, “Chum—“

Robin interrupted him again. “Stay to the side. I’m Robin, and I’m your equal. They asked for me.” Placatingly, he added, “I’m only going to talk to them.”

Green Lantern was muttering something to Batman in a hushed whisper, but Robin didn’t pay attention to him. He just stared at Batman with furrowed eyebrows and a pout. The two of them stared at each other before Batman nodded slowly. He looked like he was constipated.

“Fine.” His voice sounded particularly tight, as if he was gritting his teeth. “You can only talk to them. And we’re staying here.”

“Fine,” he huffed.

Robin turned back towards the window. Each celestial object spun in place, lighting up with flares and bright bursts of light. The one black hole was still, while the other three spun around and around, as if to encourage him. The planets that circled them continued to do so slowly, waiting.

The singing had not started again.

“Hello. I’m Robin, and I’m here to help you.”

The radio crackled, and then there was a soft, “Hello, Robin.” The call of his name was gentle, a combination of different, reverbed voices with a strange sense of affection and care.

Robin smiled cheerfully. He liked them even more for calling his mother’s nickname for him so gently. “What do you need?”

"You can help us."

“How so? If it’s possible, I’ll do what I can!”

The one voice who spoke up earlier than spoke over the other stars once more.

“Only you can help me, Robin.”

It was said with so much quiet reverence and pleasant softness, that all of them froze. The celestial objects that been moving on their own suddenly stilled again, all in unison with the one black hole.

Robin tilted his head, but a feeling of pride swelled in his chest and he asked, “What do I need to do?”

“Robin!” Batman hissed warningly, but didn’t do anything yet.

“Oh shit,” Green Lantern said, a little too loud.

That one voice continued to speak, as the others quieted, “I’ll be yours. If you can also be mine.”

Robin blinked curiously. “What does that mean?”

“Robin! No!” Batman shouted, but the stars started to whisper loudly, a noisy buzz as they spoke amongst the sound of crackling audio and water. Outside the window, the other stars and planets continued to remain still while the black hole starting to move, humming and thrumming. It flared and glowed with its bright rings pulsing around it.

“You will be my human. And I’ll grow up with you.”

Robin thought of the fact that this star was also a kid, just like him.

The humming grew louder as Batman bristled like a bothered cat.

“So what’s in it for me?” Robin ignored him and grinned, rocking on his heels.

“Robin! Do not!”

It didn’t sound too bad, and something told him that this star of his wouldn’t hurt him. It was like an instinctive understanding, one where Robin knew that this being wouldn’t betray him.

“I’ll protect you. I’ll be your star.”

Robin beamed. With Batman hurriedly striding over to him to pull him backwards, Robin nodded and said sweetly as he put his hand on the glass, “Deal!”

The black hole that hummed outside of the window lit up with a flash and a light flew towards their ship, darting towards Robin like a concentrated sun beam.

Batman gasped, horrified, “Robin!” as he lunged forward to shield him, but the light got to him first, striking him through his outstretched hand and then into his heart. Robin gasped and Batman surged forward, holding onto him tightly.

“Robin! Chum, are you alright?!”

Warmth spread through his body and settled in his bones, safe and hot, like drinking hot chocolate on a cold winter night after a good day of patrol. Robin instinctively pulled off his glove and went, “Wow!” as pale lines appeared on his skin, a four pointed star that split into two between his ring and middle finger on his left hand.

Red, black, and blue bled into his skin until a star appeared when he put his fingers together, a swirl of beautiful colors.

Batman grabbed him and pulled him away from the window.

“Robin! Are you okay? Talk to me!”

“I’m fine, B! Look! Isn’t it cool?” Robin asked excitedly.

“No,” Batman said snappishly. “It is not cool. Are you hurt? Do you feel anything wrong?”

“Nope! Just peachy!” Robin said, wiggling his fingers and watching the colored lines flex. “I’m all good!”

He paused and looked at his mentor, his guardian, his foster father, his Batman. He patted him on the shoulder as Batman knelt before him.

“I’m okay, B, promise.”

The whispering of the stars continued, something sweet and hopeful in their voices as they chattered unintelligibly. The black hole continued to buzz and then all of them were moving in unison again, spinning in peaceful circles as if nothing just happened. The singing also continued, now sounding much happier.

Green Lantern and Superman were staring out the window in horror while Robin continued to look at his new tattoo.

He liked it a lot. It was so beautiful that his heart ached.

Batman stared at him for a long moment. Then he abruptly stood up.

“We’re leaving. Right now,” Batman said. He picked up Robin who startled and then began to whine.

“Nooooo, I said I’m okay! I’m seriously okay! It’s rude to leave without saying goodbye, B!”

Despite how Robin complained, his star only got to murmur a small, “Goodbye, my Robin,” through the radio before Batman swiftly took him out of the command room and into a smaller shuttle.

Robin scowled and kicked Batman in the arm, knowing that even if he escaped, he wouldn’t have anywhere to go in order to escape his overprotective partner. Both Green Lantern and Superman followed, the latter nervously inspecting his hand with his newly formed tattoo.

Robin crossed his arms to not let Superman gawk at his hand any longer before he demanded, “So I can come back here, right?”

“No.”

“Then how am I going to speak to my star?!”

This time, it was Green Lantern and Superman who said loudly, “No!”

Robin cried out furiously, “You all suck!”

Of course, a few weeks later, Robin still snuck in. The space ship that they were on was still located there, now permanently stationed near that little galaxy as Batman overzealously studied the celestial objects that somehow touched him with a magic that no one could recognize.

Thankfully, Robin’s star was still there, just as it normally was.

As Robin crept closer to the window, he pressed his face against the glass and smiled at the sight of his star, a dark and glowing black hole that was now greedily consuming the purple and pink nebulae around it.

“Hello, my star,” he whispered, and his star flared briefly, lighting up with red and gold hues.

Robin beamed.

Yes, it was a good thing that he snuck on that ship that day.

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Yes, Robin is a demon child. Why? No reason, I just think it's funny. Dan and Dick suit each other 🤣

It’s like a ship but also not a ship? Like I don’t think I’ll give the Phantoms human forms (it’s so much more fun if they’re just stars, but maybe in the far, far, far future they can be humans) but at the same time, this is like…. A qpp. In a weird way. Dan is like 14 tho, and now that Dick has agreed to be his “host” (he’s around 12 now), they’ll grow up together. Please tell me if I should make it a ship or not.

Y’know, I almost wanted to not post another celestial object AU at all bc someone was really rude to me about my last post on this idea. DO NOT reblog my posts with passive aggressive and rude remarks about what is canon and what is not. If you look at my page, you’ll see that I focus on Danny Phantom and DPxDC. NOT DCU!! And even then!! I focus only on the Batfamily!!

You are free to correct me (someone did that some time ago and I appreciate it, they were truly and genuinely trying to be helpful and I feel bad bc they deleted their comments.), but do not tell me what is right or wrong with DCU canon 😒 I don’t consume any DCU media other than some cartoon shows and a few comics.

Sorry for the little rant, it infuriated me when I saw that reply. I’m happy with any comments I get, I just despise it when people give me their unsolicited opinions

Anyways, hope you liked this update! I think I might make this a series?

[shorthairchris]

Bite Me - Chris Sturniolo

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Very kinky vampire Chris smut that I had to write the minute I saw this photo. Partly inspired by hbo’s True Blood so if you liked this def give it a try

Contains: vampire!chris, sub!reader, mentions of blood, no use of y/n (you’re welcome), this is kinky so if you’re sensitive don’t read

Summery: you find your best friend Chris sitting alone in the woods, but you soon learn you didn’t know him quite as well as you thought…

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7:23pm

“Chris?? Are you okay? What’re you doing here?”

I went on a usual evening stroll not too far from my house. The moon replaced the setting sun as I walked through the woods, and to my surprise I stumbled across my best friend sitting on a bench. I know Chris better than anyone, he’s not the kind of guy to just hang in a forest all alone. Something was off.

Chris immediately looked up at me with a look on his face that I couldn’t quite read. It was like he was looking through me. He was pale, his eyes were dark blue and the subtle dark circles under them had a red-ish tone.

“Uh… no no i’m good ma. I’m just..” he squeezes his arm and runs a thumb along his wrist deep in thought. “Just a bit weak.” He almost whispered and turned his head away from me.

His head is low and he groans in slight pain closing his eyes, as i hear him curse under his breath “fuck…”

“You look pale, you probably just haven’t eaten in a long time, we can go to my place.” I smile and signal for him to take my hand. He raises his head to look at me, then my hand as he takes it and stands up in front of me. “your hands are cold.”

He stares deep into my eyes as a smile forms on his face and he runs a tongue across his bottom lip. “They are? Didn’t notice.” He comes closer to me with a mischievous smirk, eyes going to my lips.

I always found Chris insanely hot but didn’t act on it because I wanted to protect our friendship. But now we were looking at each other in a way friends aren’t supposed to. Something about him was different, it was enchanting.

“Chris we should go, we’re not safe here.” It was dark and it was just the two of us alone in the woods. He chuckles lightly at my innocence, “trust me baby, you’re more safe than you think.”

He runs his finger along my side sending chills all over my body. I feel completely powerless, as if I can’t move any part of my body unless Chris is touching me. Our faces are now inches apart, he breathes me in and lets out a light moan, closing his eyes. “Gosh you smell so fucking good.” I can feel his erection brushing my leg as my heat gets wetter with every word coming out his mouth. “And I bet you taste even better.”

With that he smashes his lips on mine and starts kissing me passionately, we both groan into each other’s mouths as I feel his tongue against mine. Chris pulled me close, running his fingers through my hair and placing his hand on my lower back. I whined into the kiss and ran my hands all over his chest needing him more than anything in the world, my pussy now wet and throbbing.

“Chris please, I’m so sensitive…” I say shyly as I can’t take it any longer. Chris lifts my head to look at him and caresses my cheek with his thumb. He smiles to himself knowing how worked up he got me so fast. “I know angel, I know.” his hand travels to my waist, then lowers itself till it reaches my inner thigh under my skirt. “I got you.”

My whines turn into a gasp when he suddenly moves my panties to the side, finds my wet folds and runs his long fingers through them. He moans as he feels my body shaking reacting to his touch. “Soaking wet… fuck” he laughs under his breath as he lets out a soft moan.

“Chris… mmmm baby..” I whimper as his fingers move excruciatingly slow. My entire body is hot and sweaty as I let small cries escape my mouth, missing where I’m needing him most. “Please, I-I need you..”

“Need what, beautiful?” He teases and continues to spread my wet juices all over my pussy, avoiding my throbbing clit. “need…. your fingers inside me… please..”

Chris smiles and hums in satisfaction. “atta girl.” with no warning he shoves two fingers inside of me as I let out a loud moan. He starts pumping them in and out as I scream in pleasure. “fuckkk yes daddy.. just like that”

He curled his fingers deep inside me hitting my g spot every time turning me into a moaning mess. “You’re just a perfect whore for me aren’t you? Letting me fuck my fingers into you in the middle of the woods…” he keeps going faster and harder as I can barley form words “mmmm y-yeah…”

He forces me to look up at him so he can see the fucked out look on my face, “not a single thought in that brain. so gorgeous like this, makes my dick hard.” He moans and buries himself in the crook of my neck.

“You would let daddy bite your neck right angel?” I hum in response giving him full access to my neck. I’ve gotten hickies multiple times so I was used to it by now. He keeps fingering me at a brutal pace getting me closer.

“I promise I’m gonna make you feel so good.” he whispered in my ear as I keep moaning from the pleasure. Suddenly I feel a sharp bite, my moan turns into a scream from the unexpected pain. My whole body is getting numb and I hear Chris groaning and moaning into my neck continuing to suck and drink my blood. “Fuckkk you taste incredible…”

The only things I can feel is Chris’ mouth on me and his fingers inside of my pussy. All of a sudden the pain turns into pleasure like I’ve never felt before, as if I wanted him to keep sucking me for the rest of time.

He removed his head from my neck and licked my blood from his lips with a cheeky smile. I’m now more whiny and needy than ever, grasping his chest and biceps needing to feel him. He pulls his fingers out and starts to touch my clit ever so gently as he stares at me intensely with dark pupils. “How did that feel baby girl?”

“Y-you’re….. a v-vampire…..” I say whispering with a mix of moans from the circles he’s drawing on my sensitive bud. “Yeah… but it’s okay, don’t be scared. It won’t hurt you as long as I stop in time.” he said softly while holding my head up and stroking my jaw, “I was turned a while ago but the bite won’t turn you. It usually feels a bit weird at first but once you’re past that it’s like a drug. The blood leaves your body and makes you basically powerless, so the only thing you can feel is my fingers, my mouth, my dick…” he smiles to himself noticing how much it turned me on, my cunt getting more wet by the second.

“Felt… felt really good daddy… please bite me again..” I beg and in response he runs his tongue along his teeth with a giant smirk. “God you really are a slut.” his lets his fangs show and goes back to drinking my blood from my neck.

I let out a pornographic moan as my pussy is a goddamn pool at this point, Chris toying with my clit. Something about giving him my blood somehow sharpened all my other senses. Every small touch, every breath on my skin, every time his finger reached my sensitive spot, it was like electricity going through my body. It was truly euphoric.

I feel him twitching on my leg through the fabric of his pants and boxers, moaning loudly. “Your blood is fucking amazing.” He groans into my neck and quickly unbuttons his jeans to pull out his dick. And holy fuck it was huge. “you ever been fucked by a vampire, princess?” He asks and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, his beautiful plump lips now a bit more red.

“N-no… does it hurt?” A tear runs down my face from my pussy being edged for so long. “Yeah it does…” he smiles and wipes away my tear, “but you’ll be daddy’s good girl and take it.” He lines himself up with my entrance under my skirt and slams his dick all the way into me.

We both looked into each other’s eyes and let out loud moans. “Fuck baby you’re so tight..” he lifts up my legs to wrap them around him and keeps fucking me with one hand in my hair and the other on my ass slamming my body against him. His pace is relentless. Being a vampire has its strengths, some of them being inhumanly strong and fast.

“Daddy it’s too much, I-I’m gonna-“ suddenly I scream and feel my orgasm washing over me, my cum spilling out of me all over Chris. “Can’t even last 20 seconds with my cock inside you huh? Useless fucking whore.” He slaps my face and continues pushing himself in and out of my tight walls. A smile spreads across my fucked out face as I feel a mix of overstimulation and pain.

For a second I think he might bruise my cunt from how hard he’s fucking me but I don’t care. “Chris I…” Chris notices me struggling to speak and hides a smile raising an eyebrow, “words. Come on angel need to hear your voice.” He lightly chokes me forcing me to look at him. “I want to be used by you, I-I want you to mark me with your bites, I want to give you my body and my blood, I want you to absolutley ruin me.” I managed to blurt out between thrusts.

Chris’ eyes were now dark with lust, each word sent shivers through his body. He wanted nothing more than to own me. To make me his forever. “You don’t know what you’re asking for gorgeous.” He looks into my soul as he now slowed his pace, taking in the beautiful sight in front of him. His best friend, wrapped perfectly around his cock, her nipples hard and showing through her blouse, her hair sticking to her forehead from the sweat, panting and asking him to own her.

“Chris, I would do anything… please.” He stops his thrusts for a moment and stares down at my eyes, then my lips, and my eyes again, thoughts filling his mind.

Suddenly he pulls out his still hard dick and lowers my body to the ground. “Strip.” He orders and I waste no time, first taking off my blouse followed by my skirt and panties. All while never for a second taking my eyes off him. Chris then starts stripping himself of his clothes as well.

“You’re being such a good whore for me, I might go easy on you.” I look up at him innocently, feeling my stomach exploding with butterflies. “Really?” He pulls his long sleeve shirt over his head fluffing out his curls, and comes closer to me, “No. bend over.” His smile now faded and I do as he says, bending over a tree behind me.

His hand strokes my lower back, and I scream as I feel a sharp slap on my ass. Suddenly he pulls me hard by my hair making my eyes tear up and my cunt leak with wetness. “Shut the fuck up. If I hear one more complaint coming out of that pretty little mouth, I’ll be fucking all your holes till the sun rises. s’that clear?” He raised his voice as I feel his massive cock twitching near my heat.

“Mhm” I respond and immediately feel a second harsh slap to my ass, “say yes daddy.” My pussy is now throbbing begging to be filled, “yes daddy.” I say with a slight moan in my voice. “Fucking bitch.” I can hear him smirking as he takes his cock and shoves it deep into me.

“Mmmm fuck I love your cock daddy… i-it’s so big, making me feel so g-good” I moan loudly as my eyes roll to the back of my head. Chris takes both my arms and holds them behind my back with one hand, the other gripping my neck and holding me close to his body as he slams ruthlessly up into me.

“My little personal whore, you were made for me.” He whispers in my ear and covers my mouth to muffle my screams. His dick is now so deep inside of me we’re becoming one.

“This might hurt.” he lifts my arms to his mouth and sticks his fangs into my wrist. I scream into his hand from the sudden pain as he moans drinking every drop of blood coming out of me. “Such a good slut for me. Your pussy feels amazing tightening around my cock.”

I bite my lip as my body goes numb, the pleasure taking over making me high. “Nothing to say? I really fucked you dumb huh? Stupid fucking whore.” He holds me in place now going faster and harder than I’ve ever felt before, our moans mixing together to a beautiful sound.

“Gonna fuck my cum into your pretty cunt, wanna see it filling you while you squirt all over my cock.” I only hum in response unable to speak as he’s holding me close to his chest by my throat. I feel his giant cock slamming inside of me sending me over the edge as I orgasm, my juices spilling out of me onto Chris’ dick, his own orgasm following. “Fuckkk just like that…” he cums deep in my cunt making sure to not waste a drop.

We both catch our breath and he finally pulls out, turning me around to face him. “That was unbelievable.” I say quietly resting my head on his chest, Chris gently stroking my hair. “Really was.” He says and lifts my chin up to kiss me.

The kiss was different this time, my heart felt like it was exploding from the rush, and I could hear his heart beat faster. He moaned into the kiss as he ran his tongue softly along mine, holding my face close. After about a minute we pulled away and I hid my face in the crook of his neck trying to hide my huge smile.

“I love you too.” He says almost whispering, I look at him as we’re both giggling like literal kids. “I didn’t even say anything!” I say smacking his chest as he laughs “you didn’t have to, I can feel it. You’re part of me now angel.” I blush and hide my face in my hands. I’m so in love with this man it’s sickening.

“Come on, let’s get you home baby. It’s not safe here at night.”

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This was one of my first times writing and english isn’t my first language so let me know what u think and if u wanna be on the tag list. love ya :)

Tag list: @chrisshotdog @chrisgetsmewetterxo @jayz4dayz4

[chris-prank]

How would Dr. Seraph react to a hero who's just as yandere for him as he is for them?

Its kinda funny because not long after you sent me this, someone else asked something similar but about Esteban! (it will be posted soon, don't worry guys😜)

He would feel so honored! Dr. Seraph is very delusional and already thinks that you are in love with him (it doesn't matter if you really are or not). So having a reader that’s obsessed with him!? This is all he ever dreamed of! He couldn’t help but let his imagination spiral. Were you in love with him all this time? Did you plan all your encounters with him just like he did with you? Do you think of him every minute of every day? Just the thought of these possibilities makes him so flustered. 

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Dr. Seraph was in big trouble. After fleeing the scene of an unsuccessful heist, he had lost most of his gadgets in the process. Meaning he was powerless against the police officers and heroes that were searching for him. Running has never been his forte, and the adrenaline was slowly but surely losing its effect on his body. 

He made a last desperate dash, turning multiple corners to escape the law enforcement. Before his legs could give up under him, he lunged himself into the opening of an abandoned building. He scrambled to one of the dirty walls, pressing his back against it. Before he could even catch his breath, hands roughly grabbed him by the collar, pulling him upwards. He closed his eyes on instinct, mentally preparing himself to receive a blow. 

Instead, a hand rested on the small of his back and another under his butt. Vincent’s face burned in embarrassment, and he swiftly opened his eyes to see who was now picking him up. He gasped when he saw you. Your faces were so close to each other!

“H-how are y-you here?! I thought you were busy with the mayor’s parade…” The words came out mumbled, as he was still stunned by this encounter. 

“Pfff they can deal with it without me and this matter was more important.” Your grip tightened around his waist, “after all, they all know I’m the only one who’s allowed to take you.”

Dr. Seraph could feel butterflies swarming wildly in his stomach. He had to restrain himself from covering your faces with kisses with such strength that it was physically painful. He never wanted to be put down, and it’s not like you were planning on letting him go anytime soon. 

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I know some of you guys are tired of Dr. Seraph favoritism, but it’s just that the majority of my ask are about him 😅

[yanderederee]

CaughtOffGuard!

ctw: BajixFem!Reader , nsfw/smut , timeskip/college

Disclaimer!: I don’t feel I m very good at writing active smut, so I apologize if this seems off!

It has been one fucking HELL of a day. Baji swore to Chifuyu he could handle opening the pet store all on his own.

Yes, even though he had an exam an hour before the store opened.

Baji had been up and literally running since four in the morning. And now, just after getting off his shift at the shop, head heavy with doubt about just how shitty he probably did on his exam—- he realized he forgot to leave out food for Peke.

“I’m so sorry buddy.” Baji sighed, tenderly petting the scarred cat while he ate. “Kei?~ are you home?” You could be heard just a wall over. “Yeaaah. Forgot to stop by the store after work though. I‘ll run by the corner shop in a sec, you need anything?”

Circling your way into the same room as your long term boyfriend, you took note of his frazzled mannerisms. As though adrenaline was pushing his husk to do everything at once.

“I fed Peke earlier babe,” you swiveled Baji’s moving form from going for his discarded wallet and jacket. “C’mere! Ain’t seen your cute face all day.”

Before he could wrestle his way free from your tangled limbs, you had succeeded in disorienting him into tripping over his own feet to fall back onto the couch:

Step 1: Complete

“Babbbeeeee,” Baji whined deeply, masked as a powerless growl. “Ain’t got time for this right now. I’m meeting Dranken an’ Mikey down at SS Motor in—-!! aah..”

It was painful. Watching the one you love overwork themselves to a point such as this. You gave your fearsome lover a pouting look, while pressing your body against his with just enough pressure to melt his sore muscles into your own.

“Oh, baby, no you’re not.” You looped your hands under Baji’s loose work shirt, grazing your slightly overgrown nails in detailed patterns over the skin of his back.

A relieved moan escaped past Baji’s ego, his eyebrows knitting together as chills ran down his entire body. Fuckk.

Nothing, absolutely nothing, was better than the feeling of you against his body like this.

Not one to object his queen, Baji batted his glazed over, tired eyes. He opened his mouth, seconds passing, but the words seemed to escape him. Too obsessed with the helplessly lost look in Baji Keisuke’s eyes, you couldn’t stop yourself.

“Stay,” you ordered, so, so sweetly.

Taking advantage of his condition, you quickly snaked your kiss into his mouth.

This was the first kiss the two of you had shared in perhaps two days, what with all the late shifts, classes and obligations.

As experienced as you were in kissing Baji for years, your kiss practically emitted steam. Humid in a way that sent the both of you rutting into each-other every way physically possible. Your tongues weld into a mass of muscle and slick, mixing saliva to create an intoxicating cocktail. You only shifted your lips apart enough for the both of you to gasp against each others skin, teeth clattering once by accident but soon felt his bite down against the hollow of your neck. Pressing his canines deeper— until he was sucking your soft skin harshly.

The lazy roll of his tongue teased your thin layer of skin, gently biting you closer. You sighed in content across Keisuke’s ear. Neither of you needed words to understand the other.

Melting even closer against his body, a delicious warmth wrapped tightly across Baji’s hips. Clad only in a pair of shorts, every roll of your hips was genuinely intoxicating. “G-gatta…” Baji made one last pass in protesting against you. To be a responsible adult.

But you purred at his pathetic form, red faced and cross eyed. All for you. You slid your tongue back into Kei’s mouth, swiveling your hips so as to rub your clit as best you can against the outline of his already hardened erection.

“Gotta what, baby?” You asked in an innocent voice, giving his bottom lip a gentle pull in between your teeth. “If you can’t use your words properly, I’ll have to put this mouth to better use,”

And just as quickly, Baji lost all control. He always seemed to lose these damned encounters. Never one to submit, yet never could lift a finger to defy you.

Rubbing gently against him, you slid your hand just far enough under his pants to coat your finger with the bead of precum. Trailing said finger back up and between lips, you moaned softly. You batted your eyelashes down at Baji, kissing him deeply once more. “Let me make you feel better~” you ordered between kisses.

Baji could never deny you.

In skilled strokes, you rid Baji of the clothes on his lower half.

You were guiding Baji’s hands across your body, caressing the skin of your curves with his rough calloused touch, using them like a tool to discard every bit of clothing you had on.

“You’re so beautiful…” Baji breathed gently, never missing your stare. Once your hands let go in guiding his touch, he immediately tangled your hair into his fingers gently, feverishly pulling you down to kiss you deeper.

You may have started this night off with the upper hand, it was simply a fact that Baji was stronger than you. That Baji Keisuke was a true beast that would eventually snap and swallow you whole.

You smiled widely into his bruising kiss, letting your body relax as he took control entirely. “So.. fucking soft.” he bit the opposite side of your neck, allowing the exploration of one hand to gingerly graze over you once more;

from shoulder,

to butterfly bone,

along the rim of your rib cage,

up, to gently brush his thumb over your budded nipple.

“So perfect.” He smiles when looking into your increasingly lustful gaze.

Without further distraction, the tips of his fingers honed straight for your slick sex. “Just so excited to see me, weren’t you?”

He was soon answered by the feeling of your pulsating clit, eager to be touched. Baji chuckled, circling the bud quickly against his middle finger. “You know just how to build me back up again doll,” he moaned, the leaking juices you produced slowly began dripping on his neglected length.

“How bout I fill you up as thanks?”

Baji smirked when you practically cried. “Please?” You pleaded, softly kissing him one more time.

“Anything for you.”

God, and he did not waste any time in doing so. Swirling what juices he had coating his fingers across his leaking tip, he made quick work sinking you down onto it.

It was just the tip, yet neither of you could suppress the overwhelming feeling of finally being with one another. It was so easy to get drunk off of eachother. Impatiently, you pulled him deeper into you.

“Shitshitshit— c-calm down..! You’re gonna make me-“ Baji’s eyes rolled back at the feeling. How long had it been? Since you fucked him like this?

“You’re always running around these days… can’t be mad at me for wanting you all to myself.”

Well, he couldn’t argue that. Still, at this pace, sinking himself to the deepest part of you he could in one slow motion… it was too much. A shiver ran down his spine when the seal of your pussy lips met the juncture of his navel. Locking him inside of you for only a few seconds.

“I’ll take care of you, so try to relax for me, ‘Kay?” You breathed hard. It always took a few seconds for your to adjust to his size, but the added intensity helped. Drunk from it all, he finally let himself become dominated. Baji rested his head against the back of the couch, and laid his hands flat against your thighs, allowing them to do their will.

“Fuck,” he moaned, feeling you clench down on him in praise. “You win.”

“Good boy.” You whispered in his ear, pulling your hips up slowly, and sinking back down at an agonizingly slow pace.

You wanted him to feel everything. Feel his veins trace your insides. How your muscles contracted against his tip. The warmth of your insides stroking him in perfect stride. Everything.

Knowing you could only bare this pace for a few more strokes, you began humping faster. It was instinctive. You craved the act of taking what was yours for so long now, it became impossible to hold back.

“Kei…” only part of his name escaped your lips, begging so sweetly.

Both of you starred down, enthralled by the sight below. Faster, til you couldn’t anymore.

It was harder than it looked. Your legs began to shake, maybe from pleasure, but definitely because it was tiresome work.

Yet still you prevailed. Letting your legs rest at last, you sat in his lap with added weight. The deepest he could possibly be, given the position.

Just as he had thought you were ready to call it quits, your hips began go swivel quickly.

“Oh fuck-“ he gasped. This was it, the pleasure he had been building up this entire time was beginning to unravel.

And you knew it. You smirked at Baji’s agape expression, his eyes rolling back once more.

“Such a good boy,” now clenching your abdomen repeatedly, it was only a matter of seconds. Devilish, he thought. He didn’t need to warn you of his oncoming release, you already knew. You could feel him twitching inside you.

Pairing the intoxicating swirl of your hips and clench of your muscles, with the last bit of strength your thighs could muster, you teased Baji’s dick into pulling out and sinking back into you impossibly fast.

With this amount of work, you knew you wouldn’t finish, but he would, and ultimately that was your goal in all this.

And finally, finally, the tension he’d been trying to prolong finally snapped. With a deep, guttural moan, Baji let himself be heard as you pumped him for all he was worth.

His hands couldn’t stop his rougher hands from forcing your hips closer, furthering himself into you deeply. He clenched his own hips upwards in reply, shuddering as his cum began filling you up.

He didn’t intend to, but it was impossible not to have. The overwhelming urge to be burried inside you was too great. Especially after not participating for so long, this was heaven.

Baji breathed heavily. He didn’t do much work, but he was spent. Resting back into the couch below, he slowly began regaining eyesight.

Your face was front view, beautiful and equally as spent. “Submission looks good on you,” you commented cheerily.

Baji laughed. “Don’t get used to it,” he slapped your ass, harsh, warning a loud yip from you. “You’re mine now.”

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Eye of the Storm - Chapter 16: Touch

Summary: In the wake of Rhysand’s ascension as High Lord, the Bone Carver gifts a prophecy. More than five hundred years later, Azriel continues to wait for the one who is finally reborn as his High Lady’s sister. All it takes is a dip in the Cauldron for things to start falling into place.

Chapter Summary: Nyra becomes flustered as Azriel rewrites the meaning of touch for her. After returning from the Battle of Adriata, Azriel recognises his home. 

THE ROMANCE FINALLY FINALLY BEGINS!!!

@feerique always and eternally grateful to you!!✨✨

Word count: 6k (Enjoy!!)

Warnings: feeling tainted after unwanted touch, Az being hot, some very nice touching between Azriel and Nyra (not smutty but very giggleworthy if you know what I mean)

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Nyra woke up in complete darkness. Her upper body had just begun to rise when something pulled her back to her reclining state. Whatever it was, it was placed over her waist. 

She patted whatever that was and identified it as an arm. She made contact with something smooth and it suddenly glowed blue. Her fingers were covering the source of that blue light and she removed them from it and found a scarred hand. Azriel? 

Nyra turned her head to the other side and found a silhouette but the blue light was not enough to illuminate his face properly but it was him. The information that she was with Azriel gave Nyra a sense of relief. She closed her eyes and felt more comfortable with each passing second.

She focused on remembering what had happened. The library, a conversation about Nesta, and running. Two males. Powder. Feeling powerless. 

Nyra had never felt the need to let go of all control before. Not even during her first dinner here when her rage took over.  

And then that male, he’d threatened to violate her. 

She’d frozen. 

And there was a voice from another type of darkness which wasn’t what she was now surrounded by. From thereon, it was a blur. Her power bursting forth, the male letting her go, the smell of something burning, blurry vision, and a sudden sense of safety and comfort. 

And the memory of that male holding her wrist and whispering all of that still made her feel helpless even when she was here. She closed her eyes and even the dark behind her eyelids did not help. Nyra rose again, removing Azriel’s arm from her, and looked around. Something sounded like the faint whistling of the wind. 

Nyra bit her lips, rested her elbows on her thighs, held her head, and tried to find some courage behind the curtain of her hair. She knew she’d failed when the first tear escaped her. And all of it poured and Nyra forced herself to be quiet. 

Tears were fine but she had to be quiet. She’d always cried quietly. 

Nobody had to know. 

Nobody could know. 

Because she was Nyra. 

The emotionally stable and dependable one. 

The older sister. 

The emotional anchor. 

And it didn’t matter if anchors had to drown to give that support. 

Did it? 

Nyra felt strong arms lift her and settle her down somewhere. She felt her hair be tucked away behind her ears. Hands cupped her cheeks and thumbs wiped her tears. And when she met Azriel’s gaze, patience and understanding in them, she’d realised how much she’d been tainted. 

Her wrist seemed to burn where it had been grabbed. Her waist and her back where the male’s other hand had touched her. Something filthier and dirtier than mud or blood or even carcass had tainted her skin—the essence of an unwanted touch. 

And she felt like it would never leave. No matter how many times she bathed, or scrubbed that part of her skin, it would be ingrained into her blood and bones and maybe even her soul. 

Nyra cried silently for a while before she began wailing and he only hugged her tighter. When her cries slowly ended, she pulled herself away and looked at him. Two blue siphons illuminated the space between them as though they were floating. Azriel cupped her cheeks and wiped her tears with his thumbs. He rested his forehead on hers and whispered back. “It’s me.” 

A sob escaped her. 

“I’m here.” His words seemed to invite more sobs. “I’m here.” And Azriel whispered it over and over as Nyra nodded, tears still falling. 

Once her eyes and cheeks hurt and her supply of tears had drained out, she sat quietly. Azriel was still close and she knew he was watching. Waiting. “I-”

“Shh.” He pressed an index finger over her lips. “You don’t owe me an explanation.”

“You talk only when you want to. Only when you’re ready.” He looked at her kindly. “Understand?” 

She felt like a child and she nodded wordlessly, sniffling through her runny nose. Azriel produced a handkerchief from the dark and made her blow her nose in it. 

“You don’t owe anybody anything. And if anybody presses you, I’ll deal with them.” He took her face in his hands. “All right?” 

All right? How did she already feel like she was being saved? Like everything would be all right? 

“I can’t forget it.” It was a whisper but Azriel heard it like the first decree of the Mother herself. He knew exactly what she was referring to. “And I can’t stop feeling that. . . the way he. . .” 

The icy raging beast within him roared at the mere thought of another male touching his mate. The rational part of him was ready to draw blood. And the part of him that dedicated itself to Nyra overpowered all of it with one objective—to care for her. 

Azriel lifted his hand, palm open for her to give her own. Nyra gave him her hand after a moment of contemplation and then tilted her head in that confused manner which he’d always found adorable. He lifted their hands, wrists now at eye level. The cuts by the marks of nails had healed back into her perfect skin. His thumb caressed the inside of her wrist. 

Nyra swallowed. She was acutely aware of his touch, the way his hand held that wrist and the thumb that was caressing her vein. 

“May I touch you?” Under the blue light, Azriel was dangerously beautiful. His gaze was heated in a way that would threaten her consciousness any moment now. 

“You’re already touching me.” Nyra was nervous. She’d seen females fawn over him in Velaris when they’d walked together. She’d even seen males take a second and longer look. That was how attractive he was. 

“Not in the way I intend to.” 

Nyra felt her body rouse at his words. She swallowed her spit and asked. “And how do you intend to touch me?” 

“I intend to make you remember me.” 

Oh, she was probably going to faint. Or maybe she already had and she was dreaming and she would soon faint in her dream. Or she might scream. Because rationality no longer existed. 

She’d just had a bad experience with a male. Shouldn’t she be cursing all males? Be hyper-aware if any of them existed in her vicinity? Refuse physical contact?

But here was Azriel, enticing her with his breathing, his voice, his eyes, and his very existence. He’d always had the ability to draw her attention from the rest of the world. And what he’d said just now, and how he was looking at her—she felt her body react. Stupidly perfect male.

Did Azriel even know what a flaw was because it certainly didn’t seem like it. He’d probably never even heard of words like ‘imperfect’ or ‘flawed’. Why would he when he was anything but? 

Her breasts were heavier than ever. Anticipation churned in her belly, descending and dragging her into madness. Nyra’s thighs clenched. Oh gods, she was getting aroused but she shouldn’t. What if this was just a friendly touch? A friendly touch to only inspect her wrist and maybe give her a hug? Or a hand squeeze? 

And why were his eyes looking at her like a predator? Like he’d devour her if given the chance. 

“May I?” Nyra’s heart nearly shot up to her throat as Azriel asked for consent. Was he asking for a chance to devour her? Gods, she needed to stop reading all those erotic thrillers in the name of horror and stop deluding herself. 

“What exactly-”

“I’m going to kiss your wrist, Nyra.” Azriel heard her breathing grow heavier. This was not the right way. He’d resolved to behave and he couldn’t care for it. Not when she needed to be convinced that she was not tainted. And he needed to be the one to tell her. 

And after an agonising few moments that felt far longer than they actually were, Nyra breathed. “Yes.” 

Azriel lifted her wrist and kissed it. He pressed featherlight kisses on the nerves, the back of her wrist, and ascended to the palm of her hand. 

“Remember me.” His voice was gentle yet unyielding. Azriel was beginning to suck and lick and bite every now and then.

“You see your wrist, you’re going to remember how my touch feels right now.” It was a command. One with no exceptions. 

Nyra blanked out the moment his lips touched her skin. Her body had been ignited, her soul now starving for him. Sense, rationality, mind—she’d lost them all. 

“Do you want me anywhere else?” Azriel’s words made her feel like her head would release steam with how warm she was feeling. Her eyes were wide and she was bashful enough to look away. 

“Nyra?”

“Yes.” 

“Shall we stop here or do you want me anywhere else?” She shut her eyes tightly and the memory of that male grabbing her waist and pulling her against himself came back. She opened her eyes quickly as though she was escaping a nightmare. Her breathing became heavier.

“He grabbed my waist.” Nyra whispered, her gaze still averted. Azriel’s arm circled her waist and grabbed her side. 

“Anything else?” 

“. . . pulled me closer.” Azriel gently tugged at her waist, helping her change her sitting position so that she was now on her knees with her legs on either side of his own. 

“Sit down, love.” Azriel encouraged. “Make yourself comfortable.” Nyra obeyed.

She was hesitant and it was heartbreaking for him to see the aftermath of the library incident. 

Touch should’ve been consensual for her. It should’ve been pleasurable—an opportunity to explore her sexual interests. It shouldn’t have been polluted by unworthy lowlifes. 

“What are we doing?” Nyra was anxious about how this would change everything between them but she was also excited. 

“Only what you’re comfortable with. You tell me and we’ll stop immediately, no questions asked.” And even as Azriel said that, he wanted a chance. Not to simply touch her or help her but to love her too. 

He knew he wasn’t perfect but greed was a flaw and even the flawed wanted to love as much as they wanted to be loved. Because he wanted every bit of the person Nyra was and he wanted her to want him back. He needed her to want him back.

So when Nyra sat herself on his lap, adjusted her legs, and looked up at him, Azriel’s grip on the flesh of her hips tightened. 

He knew this was dangerous and the only reason why he was still doing it was because of his shadows. They were loyal to her and they swore they’d restrain him if he couldn’t, that they’d kill him if he went too far.

The light from his siphons had dimmed and that was good. The sight of her straddling him would have been anything but helpful right now. 

For now, they remained like this. Him holding that wrist with one hand and the other hand wrapped around her waist tightly. 

“Do you need anything else?” Azriel tentatively asked, hoping that she’d say no. 

“No.” She mumbled into his shoulder. It was dangerous to ask anymore. To act on anything else. 

Azriel had no idea how his shadows were hiding his aroused cock while Nyra was directly sitting on it. Probably the same way they enveloped his wings whenever he didn’t need them hovering on his back during missions. 

He caressed her spine firmly and he thought he was doing fine until Nyra moved her face. Their cheeks were now lightly brushing against each other, eyes half closed in desire or fatigue. He could see her lashes, thick and wet from her tears and if there were more light, maybe he could see the redness too. Wet lips were parted and her breath was directly fanning his cheek now. 

“Nyra?” And as if woken from a haze, she quickly met his gaze. She looked like someone caught doing something, wide eyed, and a little fearful. 

“Do you need anything? Water? Food?” Me? He wished he could offer himself. 

Nyra calmed down and looked at their conjoined hands illuminated by a siphon. She squeezed his hand. “Thank you.” 

And he did not know how to respond to her gratitude with anything except honesty. “Always.”

“Do you need the toilet?” Azriel began. “Your cycle is. . .” He trailed away, embarrassed to continue and wary about saying anything that might accidentally offend her.

“Now that you’ve reminded me. . . yes. I need to go.” Upon her words, the shadows unravelled from above, revealing Nyra’s room in the House of Wind. The ceiling came into sight first, and then the crimson walls. Furniture, windows and the balcony and finally, the floors. 

And among their surroundings, Nyra and Azriel saw each other. They were on the bed with Nyra straddling his lap and Azriel’s hands on her hip and wrist. 

“I should. .” Nyra rose and with ease and grace, removed herself from the bed. Azriel wordlessly watched as she head towards her bathing chambers and then stopped. 

“Are you. . .” She paused. “Do you have to. . .” She looked at her hand on the handle of the door. “Will you go and talk to Rhys now? About what. . .” Nyra’s breath hitched as Azriel moved and sat at the edge of the bed. He stood up, sauntered towards her, touched her cheek. 

“Where do you want me?” Nyra wholeheartedly believed that was the perfect time to faint. 

Her head was beginning to spin with the double meaning she’d spotted. And now, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

“Nyra.” He held her cheek firmly.

“Huh?” She was still in a daze. 

“Rhys just contacted me. He wants to meet us all but if you do not want to, we can stay here.”

“Why would you stay here if I don’t want to go?”

“You really think I’m going to stay away after what happened?” Nyra watched his gaze become powerful. It was intense and the air around them was probably vibrating. “I’m going to watch over you. At least for the next few hours.” The back of his fingers gently grazed her cheek. “I need to watch over you.” He brought their foreheads together. 

“This does not entail following me into the bathroom, does it?” Nyra asked with a teasing grin. Azriel blinked and then threw his head back for a laugh. 

Nyra thanked whatever power that governed the world for the success of her attempt at dissipating the romantic or intense or sexual or whatever mood with humour. She would’ve pulled him in for a kiss and much more if he kept looking at her like that. 

“No.” He finally spoke. 

“Okay. Give me five minutes. And then you can freshen up and we can meet everyone.”

“Are you sure?” 

Nyra looked him in the eye. Hesitation, anguish, rage—all the emotions that were hers were reflected in him. And the fact that he understood her feelings and felt what she felt encouraged her. “Yes.”

****

Nesta marched over to her and gathered her in an embrace. Elain was next. Feyre kidnapped Nyra to hold her hand and to stand next to her. 

Rhysand looked at her and placed a hand on her head. His eyes were shut and anguish remained on his face for everyone to see. He opened his eyes and kissed her forehead, all while the twins held each other. Nyra did not understand why there were so many emotions on his face. So much pain and guilt that she’d wondered what her brother-in-law was actually thinking about. 

Once everyone was in the room, the High Lord commenced the meeting. “The priestesses will keep silent about what happened today. And the people of this city won’t learn why Amren is now preparing to hunt. We can’t afford to let the other High Lords know. It would unnerve them—and destabilise the image we’ve worked so hard to create.”

“The attack on Velaris already showed we’re vulnerable.” Mor countered.

“That was a surprise attack, which we handled quickly. Az made sure the information came out portraying us as victors—able to defeat any challenge Hybern throws our way.” 

Nyra wondered when Azriel had the time to do all of that when he was with her for so long. She looked at the shadows near his neck and shoulders and assumed they were working on his behalf. The shadows on her own shoulders were simply playing with her hair and rooting her to reality in a way she needed. 

“We did that today.” Feyre spoke from Nyra’s right. 

“It’s different. The first time, we had the element of surprise to excuse us. This second time. . . it makes us look unprepared. Vulnerable. We can't risk that getting out before the meeting in ten days. So for all appearances, we will remain unruffled as we prepare for war.” 

War was a reality. And Nyra felt fine. Why did she? Had the Cauldron shown so much that war was not more impactful than a quarrel with a neighbour. Her head was beginning to ache. 

“A war where we have no allies beyond Keir, either in Prythian or beyond it.” Mor dimmed, sagging against the cushion.

“The queen might come.” Elain sounded like she was lost in a dream. 

“What queen?” Nesta asked. 

“The queen who was cursed.”

“Cursed by the Cauldron. When it threw its tantrum after you and Nyra.” Feyre looked at Nesta as she spoke and squeezed Nyra’s hand. 

“No. Not that one. The other.” Elain clarified.

“Vassa?” Nyra asked. 

“The queen with the feathers of flame.”

“Show me.” Nyra raised her hand. Elain walked over and took her hand. Nyra saw the image of a woman wailing and screaming and then it was replaced by a firebird, bright and magnificent. 

“Oh, that’s Vassa.”

“How do you recognise a woman you’ve never met before?” Mor asked.

“I wrote a lot of letters. I know enough about the human lands.” Nyra replied coolly.

Nesta paled at the mention of those letters. Nyra had started writing like anything. Letters related to their father’s business. Correspondences with acquaintances. Exchanging information. And some other shady business she had no idea how Nyra got involved in. Most of the servants in their manor had been saved from being trapped in dark things like kidnapping, slavery, and even prostitution. Nesta knew the power of words but the way Nyra wielded them was dangerous. 

“Letters?” Mor asked.

“Oh, she corresponded with a lot of people. Knows a lot of stuff.” Nesta looked Nyra in the eye. “It was a dangerous endeavour.”

“It’s been over a decade since the last time I was in danger because of humans.” Nyra held her gaze unflinchingly. 

Nesta broke the stare, sighing. She rested her elbow on the armrest and supported her cheek with her palm. “As you please, señorita.” 

Nyra chuckled. She looked at Nesta with fond amusement before turning to Azriel. “Vassa. Full name, Vasalisa Marila Beauharnais. Twenty six years old. Queen of Scythia. Golden brown skin. Red hair with gold strands here and there. Same height as Mor. Right now, she is malnourished as I saw from what Elain showed me. Has a birthmark of an irregularly circular shape on her abdomen. Three moles on her face—one near the right eye, one beneath her left ear, one above her left brow right before it arches.”

Silence followed.

“How the hell do you know so much about her?” Feyre asked, astounded.

“I know more.” Nyra raised a brow. “Her armies, they’re horse riders so the cavalry is very impressive. Not much infantry but brutally efficient. Decently skilled artillery. Totalling to twenty seven thousand eight hundred and twenty six personnel. Her political advisors include her father, two of said father’s illegitimate children formally titled as the Viscount of Estea and the Baron of. . why are you looking at me like that?” 

Feyre continued to gape, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. “I mean. . .” Feyre was fumbling right now. “I knew you were knowledgeable but about people?”

“I like to be thorough.” She turned to see how Mor and Cassian were also surprised. She looked at Azriel who was smirking. “Isn’t that normal?”

“And when did you think of learning all this?” Cassian asked with genuine curiosity.

“When Elain wanted to buy a horse.” 

“And?” 

“Scythia is known for their horses. They have good breeds of those there.”

“So you decided to learn everything about them before purchasing a horse?” Rhysand mused.

“Yes.” And to Nyra, it was the most obvious thing on the planet. 

And Azriel was so fucking proud of her that he couldn’t help his smirk. There was someone else in the world who appreciated knowing everything, analysing everything. Someone who loved collecting information as much as he did. And Azriel felt like he was going to float, thinking that the Cauldron did pair him up with the person so fucking perfect for him. 

“All right. I’ve got it.” Azriel finally spoke. Nyra nodded at him. 

“And you.” Nyra turned to Elain. “You are definitely seeing something.”

“The Cauldron made you a seer.” Azriel added.

Elain blinked, looking between Nyra and Azriel. She then looked at Mor who confirmed the truth of it with her power. 

“And the curse you mentioned? About Vassa being a firebird? 

“They sold her to some darkness. . . to some sorcerer-lord.” Elain shook her head with shut eyes. “I can never see him. What he is. There is an onyx box that he possesses, more vital than anything. . . save for them. The girls. He keeps other girls—others so like her but she. .  . By day, she is one form, by night, human again.” 

“A bird of burning feathers.” Feyre muttered.

“Firebird by day, woman by night. So she’s held captive by this sorcerer-lord?”

“I don’t know.” Elain’s teary eyes found Nyra. “I hear her screaming. With rage. Utter rage. . .” Elain shuddered as if a cold breeze had kissed her. 

Once Elain had revealed all that she knew about Vassa, Nyra frowned. She was even more anxious as Lucien offered to go find Vassa. The meeting was beginning to end as Rhys began rolling out orders to the Inner Circle. Azriel came by and touched her cheek before winnowing away. 

The next day, Hybern made its grand move in the form of an attack on Adriata.

****

She’d been reading a book on channelling pure energy when Rhys had contacted her mind to mind. Nyra?

Rhys? 

Mind if I borrow some of your power? 

All right. Nyra contemplated something for a second and then asked again. Right now? 

Yes.

Do you know how?

Do you feel our bargain? There was a tug on her right hand. Nyra looked at the tattoo that had appeared back when Rhysand made his promise to her regarding his possible courting and marriage with Feyre. 

Yes. 

From there, you can share. Don’t share too much. I’ll be careful from my side too. And don’t worry. You’ve got this. 

Nyra felt that tattoo of a crescent moon decorated with flora. 

She was now in her island with a bridge in front of her and on the other side, the night sky lay in its vast glory. As she crossed it, Nyra admired the purplish hues in the dark illuminated by countless stars. 

Nyra spotted Rhys standing at the middle of the bridge. He extended a hand and she took it. She sent a wave of her power, slowly releasing it. And another. And another.

“That’s more than enough. Thank you.” Rhys immediately retreated his hand. “I’ll explain when we return.” And his figure vanished from the bridge, indicating that he’d closed the connection from his side. 

Nyra remained on that bridge watching the night sky and wondering why she wanted to cry. She crouched on that bridge and wondered what the grief was. Why the sudden burst of sorrow? 

“He was my brother.” A voice spoke. A little ball of light was floating next to her. It materialised into a young girl whom she had seen in her mind a few times. In the archives when she was sorting them, in the Cauldron when her soul had nearly been ripped away from her body. 

And who are you?

I’m you. And the girl vanished into a silver, glittery mist. 

Nyra looked at the night. She stood up, turned around and walked away. She had reached her own realm, the island when she spotted a thread on her left hand, tied to her ring finger. The thread extended and was slightly scattered but it led to the forest she had once visited. The one with the lake. 

Shadows moved around the forest as an active element, a threat to anyone who dared near the forest. And despite that, when Nyra walked closer, a few shadows swarmed near her and fussed over her like Azriel’s shadows did. 

“Welcome.” They whispered. “Welcome, mistress.”

Nyra raised her hand as the shadows approached her, a habit owing to how much Azriel’s shadows played with her hands and how much she adored them. But then she let her hand drop to her side. 

“I have to go.” She whispered. “Nesta is waiting for me. And we’re waiting for everyone.”

She closed her eyes, remembering the feeling that had taken her away from her island before. She let it wash over her.

Nyra woke up, standing exactly where she’d been. The book remained in her hand with the same page open. Her other hand was suspended in the air and Nyra felt the roar of her thunder echo somewhere far away. Her eyes burned and she let herself travel. 

Turquoise waters with sand so white it could be called snow under the moonlight. But there were too many people, too many screams, too many magical signatures. 

Nyra watched her lightning fracture the sky. She spotted Rhysand standing all alone in between a crowd of enemy soldiers. They’d been misted to blood immediately and with a roar, Rhys channelled her power and slammed the lightning, destroying all the ships with Hybern’s flag. 

She was back in Velaris once again, standing and the open book in her hand. 

Rhys? She went to the island and stood on her side of the bridge. 

Nyra? The High Lord sounded worried. I’m sorry. Did it hurt you? 

It did not. But I saw you wield it. 

Your power is very stubborn. I couldn’t wield it for the first few minutes but then I could, right after I misted the soldiers around me. 

I know. I saw you. From the sky, I think. And Nyra was back to Velaris again. Still communicating with Rhys but she was beginning to feel her body and her surroundings again. She closed the book after inserting a bookmark and went to the balcony.

Is it over? Nyra asked tentatively. She wanted to walk even more and the balconies in the House of Wind were restrictive. A wave of silver glitter followed her hand as she waved it. Steps formed from the balcony into the sky. 

Yes. Rhysand paused. Nyra waited for more. We’re fine. He chuckled through their link. I can feel your worry all the way here. 

I should push you off a balcony. Nyra realised she sounded a bit ironic since she was taking a risk by walking on the sky while relying on a power that was still new to her. The girl who lived in her mind seemed to be unconsciously guiding her use of magic. And so, Nyra began walking mid-air. 

The shadows swooped around her waist, as though ready to catch her if she fell.

Feyre darling may have plans to push me into the Sidra.

Even better. 

Are you still there? Rhysand asked, sounding like he wanted to continue the conversation. 

Yes. Did you know I can walk mid-air?

Sounds rather convenient. 

It is. I’m taking a walk right now. 

You’re planning to fall from a few thousand feet up in the air? Rhys sounded very anxious despite the attempt at a joke.

You could be optimistic. 

I could’ve been if you were trying this with some precaution. Like having one of us with you who can fly. 

Oh look, I haven’t fallen down yet. Nyra was astutely amused.

And if you do, you’ll be greeted by the cold Sidra. Rhys retorted.

If anybody’s falling in there, it’s you. Undoubtedly. And there’s no. . . Nyra stopped speaking to Rhys for a moment. Rhys felt a wave of relief and happiness out of nowhere. 

Nyra?

It’s raining. 

And you’re still in the sky?

Yes. It’s wonderful. And she sounded genuinely happy. Rhysand could feel that through the link.

Rhysand felt her joy but his own feelings were that of worry. Aren’t you cold?

I’ve never been out in the rain. I’ll risk catching a cold for now. 

“Rhys!” Cassian called. The Inner Circle had gathered after the attack and after Feyre had talked to Tarquin, Cassian was coordinating for the Night Court armies to remain posted for a short time till Summer managed to build up their armies and defences.

“Hm?” The High Lord had been looking up at the sky in Summer Court where there was no sign of rain. 

“We need your attention.” 

“Darling, a soundproof barrier, please.” Rhys turned to Feyre. She waved a hand and the air around them changed. 

“I could care really less about what happened here.” Rhysand began. “I did hear what you said, Cass. About three thousand Illyrians with three siphons being posted here for backup for the next twenty days.” 

“And what gathered your attention more than that?” 

“It’s raining in Velaris. And she’s walking in the sky.” Rhys answered with a blooming smile. “She’s starting to be happy.” He looked at Feyre and Azriel in turn. 

Stars sparkled in his eyes and he shut them tightly. “I keep searching for Maia within her.” He felt Feyre touch his arm.

“What has Maia got to do with this?” Mor finally spoke. And it was then that the three Illyrians and Feyre remembered that the bargain between the brothers required all three of them to consent before the Bone Carver’s prophecy was to ever be revealed. 

“What do you say?” Rhysand looked at Cassian and Azriel. 

“We should’ve told you earlier.” Cassian began.

“Told me what?” Mor looked between them. Azriel looked at Cassian and nodded. 

“The Bone Carver prophesied about Maia being reborn.”

“When was this? And why am I getting to know about this now? And why is this relevant now?” Mor’s impatience and confusion were palpable.

“Back when I became a new High Lord. So far, nothing had happened.”

“And what suddenly happened?”

“Maia was my mate.” Azriel quietly spoke. Mor turned to him, shocked out of her mind. “I felt the mating bond as she died.” 

“But Nyra-”

“Is my mate. The bond snapped for me as soon as she was out of the Cauldron.” Azriel watched Mor carefully, knowing how unpredictable explosive she could be.

Mor pressed her fingers to her forehead, eyes tightly closed. “And why didn’t you bother telling me?”

Silence followed. 

“Does Amren know?”

More silence.

“Oh, you fuckwits.”

Rhysand frowned. This was not the reaction he’d been expecting from his cousin. He looked at Feyre who seemed just as clueless. He then turned to Cassian and Azriel who were waiting for Mor to reveal why she’d been reacting the way she did. 

“And what exactly is it. . .” Mor gathered herself. Or so she thought. “That she. . .” She began pacing as much as she could inside the barrier. “Oh, fuck it. I don’t even know what to think.” 

“Take your time.” Cassian gently advised Mor. 

“Sort yourself, Morrigan.” Rhysand began. “I will not have you anywhere near the sisters till you do.” 

“That’s no way to talk to her.” Feyre was as firm as she was calm.

“Her emotional breakdown is going to confuse Nyra and by extension, Nesta. Elain is already confused as it is.” Rhys contended.

“And even then, that tone and your choice of words was a bad call. That is no way to talk to your cousin. Your family.” Feyre reminded. 

“I’ll meet you in the Night Court, High Lord.” Mor spoke coldly despite the tears welling in her eyes. “Feyre.” She turned to the Cursebreaker with a bit more emotion and winnowed away. 

“My sisters are not children.” Feyre began. “In terms of emotional trauma, they’ve been through much more than I ever have. You’re worried for them, I understand that much. But that doesn’t mean you downplay others’ feelings.”

“It’s not a competition, Feyre.” Azriel quietly began. All eyes turned to him. “It’s not a competition of who went through how much. And your sisters are getting there. A bit closer to moving on from whatever the Cauldron did to them.”

Azriel walked over to Feyre. A brother laid his hand on his sister’s shoulder. “Nyra will get there. I feel her and she's feels free from worries and inhibitions.” 

“Let’s get this done and go home.” Cassian spoke with a smile so secret and heartfelt that Feyre had wondered if he wanted to return to Nesta as much as Azriel wanted to go to Nyra. 

When all was concluded in the Summer Court within the next nineteen hours, the Inner Circle winnowed directly to the skies above the House of Wind. Rain continued to pour over Velaris, bringing blessings from the skies above. 

Azriel immediately flapped his mighty wings and headed in a direction from where his shadows beckoned. From where the mating bond beckoned. It was lit with serenity and warmth. 

Nyra sat on a glittery platform clearly made from her power. With her eyes closed and face craned to the sun, she thoroughly seemed to be enjoying the rain. 

“You’re back?” She looked at him as he approached. Nyra reached her hand out to him and Azriel took it. Her power floated around him to help him land next to her. 

The shadowsinger stood in front of her, taking in her drenched form. Shadows were already circling her waist. The ones that had been with him floated over to her hands and hair. 

“Do you want to sit down?” Nyra patted the space next to her, the glittery essence visible for him to take his seat mid-air. 

Azriel sat down, still holding her hand. He wanted to hold her left hand, the scarred one. And just as he turned his face to look at the view in front of them, Nyra’s hand found his cheek and turned his face to make eye contact. 

Her gaze travelled to the scar on his cheek. She stood up, came to stand in front of him, and knelt to take and inspect his face in her hands. 

“Did you come straight here? To. . .”

Azriel took her left hand in his right and the other cupped her cheek. He gently tugged her face so that their foreheads would meet and closed his eyes. “I’m home.” 

Yes. 

He was home. He was back in the company of the female he was now absolutely certain he loved. 

He felt the chaos of his mind calm down, the darkness of his past becoming a breathable mist. 

And just when he thought that nothing could make this moment better, Nyra softly pressed her lips to his forehead. “Welcome home, Az.”

And he was hers—mind, body, and soul. 

Amidst the storm that ravaged his life, there was a centre where things were calm. A safe haven where Azriel would find peace—the eye of the storm that he’d recently discovered.

And Nyra was that haven. 

She was safety. 

She was his home. 

She was the eye of the storm. 

And life would never be the same now that he’d discovered all of it. 

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Teeth p.2

Part 1

Logan and Wade run into their favorite she-beast again and ruin her mission- kinda?

Warnings: Blood, guts, cannibalism, cursing, inappropriate jokes

It hadn’t been long enough for her liking before she ‘bumped into’ the two men in yellow and red again. She had been given a briefcase containing something important, and they’d managed to not only break it open but also take it from her. She knew the only one who would pay for that would be her.

They were outside of some random house in the middle of nowhere in the woods, so when in the middle of fighting a large military looking van came in. This made the fighting pause, but she already knew who it was. She felt her blood run cold as the doors opened.

“MK, return now. Your mission FAILED.” Wade and Logan glanced at each other, still on guard. MK growled, “No.” Her claws coming out, the man in the van nodded at someone else and all of a sudden a metal wires shot out, aiming at her, she managed to dodge one but 2 managed to sink into her wrists, that made her curse loudly.

The hook had anchored itself to her flesh, and was beginning to pull her in. She screamed in pain as she tried to pull back against it, feeling it just dig further into her. She kicked and struggled through the dirt, howling in agony.

She heard the sound of running and snapped her head back, all of a sudden seeing the red and yellow she had just been fighting a few moments ago.

Logan cut through the metal wire easily with his claws, and Deadpool ran at the van, firing shot after shot. It wasn’t long before the men were firing back. Without a word Logan suddenly ripped the hooks right out of her hands, making her let out another scream, “Those needed to come out.” She furrowed her brows at him, she expected them to just watch her ass get hauled off.

Deadpool was still fighting the men, “Baby knife!” He stabbed a man right in the throat using a small knife. She noticed the man who’d caused her terror in the corner of the van, her lip curled up.

“This is your chance to be free, this isn’t all there is for us.” She looked at Logan, then down at her hands which looked like someone had chewed them and spit them back out. Then back at the man cowering in the corner like a cockroach, the man who haunted her dreams, was hiding in the corner completely powerless and weak.

She wasn’t sure what she would do, but she knew right now, she was about to have dinner.

In a split second she was up on all fours, tearing through the men in her way. She dodged a bullet and slid underneath one of the men, grabbing his head and roughly taking a bite of his neck, effectively dismembering his head. And ripping another’s arm off before he could even fire. The man cowering in the corner noticed her and began frantically looking around for anything to save him.

She smirked when she finally got to him, “MK if you kill me you know it’ll just be someone else who will retrieve you-” She kicked him right in the head, making his head bounce back against the metal wall of the van. But not hard enough to knock him unconscious.

Wade and Logan had finished most of the men off, so they were now just kind of watching her.

“Do you remember you were the one to give me my first taste of human flesh?” Her hands wrapped her the man’s throat, her eyes wide and crazed. Her claws digging into his throat,

“We needed to make you willing to cooperate somehow.” A ear piercing roar escaped her, pulling his neck inches away from her face, “YOU RUINED ME. LOOK AT ME. LOOK AT WHAT YOU PUT IN MY HEAD!” He started coughing as her grip only tightened, his eyes looked like they were about to pop out.

“Heyy honeybuns.. know you’re having a moment but like, we don’t have a lot of time before they come back for you again here.” Deadpool poked his head in.

“Eat me MK. It’s what we created you to do, my most prized and successful experiment.” Her eyebrows furrowed and she gritted her teeth. It’s what you were created to do… she was suddenly painfully aware of the smell of raw flesh all around her. She wanted to kill him, she wanted to rip into his stomach and eat every organ and leave his heart for last, she wanted to eat all of him until he was nothing but a tooth pick for her to use. Until he was nothing at all.

When had she become this animal? Her expression turned bitter, he had turned her into this. All of this, she was a monster only because he implanted it in her brain. And it was now apart of her.

She looked at the man, expressionless for a few moments before she sunk her claws into his stomach. A growl escaping her throat before her razor like teeth began tearing into him, the man screaming in pure agony and terror. This made her turn her attention to his face before- chomp.

Half his face was now gone and she tore into his throat, ripping off his head the rest of the way. The head went flying and landed at Deadpool’s feet. “I think we should give her 5.” He told Logan who just nodded, that same expressionless-expression on his face as he watched the massacre going on in the van.

By the time she was done with him, the man was no longer even recognizable, his face was gone, skull open, his chest and stomach were caved in, and most of his organs were now missing, including his brain.

She stepped out of the van, covered in goopy red substances. She was licking her claws clean as she walked up to the 2 men casually. “Alright where are we going. I needa shower.”

“Have I ever told you how attractive I find you?” Deadpool said with heart eyes at her, she scowled and him and looked at Logan instead.

“Yeah we know some place we can take you.” Logan said knowingly looking at Wade who ‘oo’ed.

“Alright time for a convenient time skip.”

(Too lazy to explain how and when they get there but they went to the x-mansion aka where the school isss)

“You need to kill me.” MK said seriously to the two men, “Seriously, like now. My hands hurt I wanna heal.”

They had just arrived at X- Mansion, she hadn’t even showered yet, but she knew it’d be a pain in the ass. They were inside some sort of sterile room now in the bottom floor.

“One shot clean in the head, it’s the quickest way, if you slice my throat I’ll take too long to bleed out and snapping my neck doesn’t always kill me right away.”

“Uh, I think this is more your lane.” Logan told Wade, to which he shrugged and grabbed his favorite gun. “Ok honey I’ll be gentle.” He traced the gun around her lips, making her lean away, cringing, “Stop making things fuckin weir-” Wade cut her sentence off and fired the shot into her skull, Logan quickly stepped behind her and caught her as she fell, easily picking her up and placing her on the bed a few feet away. He looked at her expression, he had never once seen her that relaxed.

He noticed her hands beginning to heal and closing back up, as well any of the other smaller wounds on her. The flesh around her jaw also began connecting back together, in a knarly way, as if the teeth were too big for her mouth. A bruise that was on her collarbone slowly dissipated. The bullet Wade planted in her skull was being pushed out as well.

The whole process took almost 5 minutes, then they heard the bullet cling on the floor, they stared expectantly at her. Wade was about to go look at her when her eyes snapped open and she shot up, her eyes wide almost as if expecting to be back in a lab. She looked around frantically before realizing she hadn’t envisioned the whole thing during her ‘sleep’.

She opened her hands and nodded approvingly before turning to Logan and Wade. “So like, what now?” She asked, the two men looked at each other. Then Logan turned to her and looked pointedly at all of her covered in blood.

She hummed and agreed, “Yeah sounds good.” They stepped out of the sterile room and walked down a large metal hallway, before going inside an elevator and making it back up to the main floor of the X-mansion.

When they stepped out she noticed it was still dark out, meaning not long had passed. Then she, in her opinion, got rushed up the stairs and down the corridors. They made it to what looked like a dorm room, it was just like a regular bedroom.

“Alright, the bathrooms in that door, I’ll find something for you to wear because Logan has no idea how to dress a lady, you go in there and shower.” Wade pointed at a door, she turned to the door and nodded, eager to not feel sticky anymore. The blood on her suit had dried down on her skin like paper mache.

She headed into the bathroom, the decor was very homey, she felt out of place. She looked around the bathroom for a bit, opening drawers before turning the water on, putting it to the hottest temperature. First she removed her gloves, setting them on the counter space beside the sink; then came peeling her suit off. A bit difficult by herself, she usually woke up in the lab wearing something else.

Once the water was hot enough, without sparing a glance in the mirror, she hopped in. She sighed softly, feeling her hair getting soaked and the hot water soothing her tense muscles. Looking around at what was in the shower she assumed it was a man’s, a 2-1 hair and conditioner, and a body wash, as well as a bar soap on the complete opposite side.

Using a wash cloth she took from a stack of folded ones besides the sink she scrubbed her skin clean; her skin turning slightly pink from the friction. She made sure to also wash her face, cleaning around her mouth.

When she stepped out of the bathroom she was wrapped in a towel, using another to dry her hair. Logan was sitting in a chair with a beer in his hand, and Wade was already walking to her excitedly with clothes.

“I tried to pick out the cleanest and most decent looking things. Although personally, I think you could rock a used trash bag.” She didn’t respond and just snatched her clothes from him, slamming the door.

Logan snickered at Wade, taking a swig of his beer and turning back to the old black and white show on his screen.

The clothes given to her were about 3 sizes too big, the sweatpants hung low on her hips despite tying them, she was also given a grey sweater that had an ‘X’ logo in it. It also being huge made up for how low the pants hung, she finally stepped out when her hair wasn’t dripping water everywhere.

Now that she was clean the slits on either sides of her mouth didn’t look as gnarly, the scars were just a bit pink. She also looked a bit different to Logan with her hair all wet like that, she noticed his eyes on her and scowled at him.

“How was the shower? Logan’s 2-1 shampoo was the only option sorry, I found you a bar soap. Did you see? He’s manly so y’know he thinks washing his ass is gay. Anyways- I think his shampoo smells wayy better on you.” Deadpool rambled, leaning in and taking a whiff of her hair, making her cringe and step away from him. A low growl escaped from under her throat and his hands shot up into the air, “Alright personal space, forgot some people are real big on that.”

She curiously looked around the room, there wasn’t much besides a dresser, and the tv which Logan was hoarding. She began peaking in the drawers of the dresser, noticing men’s clothes, “Who’s room is this?” She then asked.

“It’s mine, but I’ll let you borrow the bed for tonight. I barely use it either way. We haven’t exactly figured your situation out.” Logan spoke up, her head tilted a bit as she nodded, looking deep in thought. “What is my situation?” She leaned against the dresser casually.

Deadpool cut in before Logan could talk, “We actually snuck you in without permission.” That made her eyebrows raise, and her shoulders, which were slowly relaxing, tensed back up. Wade seemed to have noticed the change in her body language because he quickly began reassuring her. “But they’ll take anyone! They’ll see that you don’t wanna work for those assholes anymore and they’re gonna wanna help. That’s what they do.”

“Don’t fuck me again Wade.” She warned him, then turning to Logan, “You too.”

“You’re gonna be alright kid. We’ll make sure of it.” Logan told her, not once looking at her and staring at the tv.

She plopped down on the bed, sighing softly. She didn’t know how to feel about trusting these two, she prayed to the universe this would lead to good things. And not with her getting kicked out and on the run from her handlers, or even ending up in their grasp again.

She softly ran her hands through the soft fabric on the bed, focusing on what the feeling of that felt like instead of the pit in her stomach. She suddenly looked at Deadpool weirdly, “Why is your mask still on?” She barely realized it was odd how his mask had remained on.

“Cause I’m supes ugly under here, I need to keep that mystery until you’re completely in love with me, then you’ll have no choice.” She blinked at him, “Take it off.” She said to him after 5 seconds of silence.

“No! You’re not gonna think of me as a hot bombshell anymore.” He said the ‘no’ in a girly voice. Logan began laughing, which was odd and earned him 2 stares. “I think you’re free from judgement here, bub.” He said in between snickers, earning a glare from her.

“What’s your name? I’ve known you all this time and I’ve never called you by your name.” Wade changed the subject. “I haven’t gone by my name in a long time.” She muttered quietly, disassociating for a little it seemed before she looked back up. Logan was now listening, actually wondering the answer since he had no idea what to call her. Besides ‘that chick with the giant mouth.’

“It’s Kaia.” Wade hummed, “Kaia… Kaia Kaia.. really rolls off the tongue perfectly.” He repeated her name, earning a deadpanned expression from her.

“I told you my name now take your mask off.” She told him, he took a step back, “What- that’s not how that works! You don’t get something for answering a base level question.”

“That was a very personal question. I already know your name so.” She looked at him pointedly, “I could always just take it off.” She stated raised her eyebrow at him, “I am stronger than you.”

Silenced filled the room and she tilted her head to the side, a small smirk etching itself on her face. She scooted to the edge of the bed as if to get up and move, Wade let out a small sound and ran to Logan. He pointed at her, and Logan looked at him annoyed, peaking over him to the tv. “Fine! I’ll take it off, not because I’m scared of you eating me or anything. I feel we’ve grown a bit closer in these past few hours.”

Logan ‘mhm’ed at his words, “Move. Your ass is blocking the tv.” Shoving him to the side a bit with his leg, making Wade gasp softly and move out of the way. He was beginning to feel like the scrawny kid getting picked on by the giant jocks.

Kaia leaned back against the bed, looking at him expectantly, “Chop chop, lover boy.” He decided to just do it like ripping a bandaid off, quick and painless, he slipped his mask off. Standing in front of her awkwardly like a kid presenting a class project. She didn’t say anything, just looking at him with an expression she couldn’t read.

“You’re chillen dude.” Was all she said, Wade blinked at her. “I look like a ballsack.” She snorted at that, “Yea, but you still look human.” She looked away to the tv as she said that.

“You two need to shut the fuck up and let me watch tv in peace. Get some sleep, Kaia.” Logan’s sudden scolding them made the 2 jump in surprise and she rolled her eyes. “I’m not tired.” She retorted back.

“I don’t give a shit shut up.” She scoffed and turned to the side on the bed.

God these two were so annoying.

A/n: asshole Logan is canon in my brain lmao, likeable asshole tho.

[14dyh]

Forgotten | H.Z.

Pairing: Hange Zoë x female reader Summary: Being the Commander's wife comes with a price. Word count: 1.4k A/N: i'm in the mood for angst. more angst to come in my future fics

It was a harsh morning, the sort of morning where the breeze nips at your skin and the air cools your flesh. Even the thickest blankets could not save Y/N from such torment but one thing warmed her heart as she woke up on this cruel day: it was their anniversary. It was seven years ago when her life changed. A time when waking up was not a chore or sleeping at night wondering if you would remain alive tomorrow. Y/N married the person she stayed alive for, who later became the Commander of the Survey Corps after the return to Shiganshina.

Their relationship managed to pull through during those years, the pain the war left behind was not healed by the passing of time, but their love remained stronger each time.

Y/N reminisced the past when she would wake up in Hange's arms, the days when she would see her lover's smiling face upon the sight of a burgeoning Paradis, and the time when their hearts were not far from each other's reach. Things began to change when the Rumbling came to discussion. Every day in the meeting room, her mind would wander if this was truly the life they dedicated their hearts to--a life full of unfavorable choices. Y/N knew that this rising conflict weighed down on her lover's heart as each day passed. Y/N wanted to cry and protest to a god that does not exist, to tell this entity that Hange's heart wasn't made to be burdened by indescribable responsibility. Y/N felt powerless in such a situation. The person she swore to protect and love more than anything was slowly deteriorating right before her eyes and she could only watch.

Despite their dejected days, Y/N still yearned for something to change. Over time, her mind conjured up plans to escape being a part of this cycle, of the curse of Eldia but she found nothing Hange would approve of. They were too kind and selfless--a commander put into a tight responsibility and forced to forget that they are human.

Y/N began the day like any other. For half of the day, she did not expect to see Hange because they were too preoccupied with the duties and the plans they had to make. She walked outside, pacing around the garden and admiring the temporary beauty of the flowers. She picked one of them and placed it in the breast pocket close to her heart. It was the same kind of flower she held on their wedding day. In the same pocket, she kept the gift she would give Hange today. Y/N knew that she needed to be patient, to wait the way a devoted lover would do.

However, the bleak morning turned to a starless night and, Hange still wasn't by her side. That morning, she tried to distract herself with work, to get her mind off how their special day was beginning to pass by and they hadn't seen each other yet. But as Y/N crawled to bed and let the crisp coldness of night creep into their sheets, she could not help the tears threatening to fall from her eyes. Y/N should have known. She should've accepted the way things are right now. But her heart urged her to wail, to cry until there was nothing left. The flower she picked that morning was growing frail on her bedside.

However, her thoughts were cut short as the door opend, and a sliver of bright light entered their dark bedroom. Hange's arrival was later than usual. They sensed that she would have been asleep by now, and began to move silently. Y/N listened in silence as Hange began to dress for bed, her head buried in the pillow as Hange inched closer to her in bed.

Y/N was determined to not let this day go by without having Hange in her arms. She shifted her body close to theirs and began to wrap her arms around their familiar figure which Hange chuckled softly in response before saying, "You're awake." Hange hugged her close in return.

Y/N nodded.

"Y/N, can I ask you something? It's quite important," Hange told her in a quiet voice. Her heart skipped a bit in anticipation. Maybe Hange remembered this special day after all.

"What is it?" Y/N said, watching Hange's face in silent anticipation.

Hange was quiet for a moment before saying, "You're a brilliant tactician so I would love to hear your insight on this. It's about the military plan discussed this morning."

Hange went on to explain what was discussed that morning and Y/N could only reply in a low voice, keeping their composure so she wouldn't break.

But her pain only intensified when she saw Hange listening with their eye focused on her. Their expression only showed that they were eager for her answers, an honest expression showing that they didn't remember the special occasion of that day.

Y/N began to speak more slowly as hot tears began to prick her eyes. But it was not long before she could not hold back any longer and bit back a sob. Hange noticed the break in their lover's voice, and turned to her in full concern, caressing her face.

"My darling, what is it?" Hange asked in sincerity as her tears slid down their fingers. Y/N wanted to say that it was nothing, but she could not find a voice within her that would not break. Y/N began to turn their head away, but Hange would not let her and asked again what was wrong.

"Our anniversary…" Y/N muttered in a trembling voice, hesitating to continue. "You didn't remember it was today, didn't you?"

Y/N watched the sorrow passed over Hange's voice. Y/N could not watch their pain expression any longer. She turned her back on them as their hands slid away from them.

Hange was silent for a moment, and Y/N sensed how apologetic they were when they began to hug her from the back, muttering apologies on her shoulder. Y/N felt Hange's tears slide down her skin, the slight tremble in their body as they held her close. She didn't expect a hug of apology from her spouse that day and she couldn't help but notice how her body desperately wanted to be hugged, to be touched again by her lover. Y/N cannot remember the last time Hange hugged her this long. Y/N could hear Hange's silent sobs as they uttered a broken "I'm so sorry…" behind her.

Hange was exhausted every day after work, there would be dark circles under their eyes, and Y/N would hold them close when they began to cry in their sleep. But today was different for both of them. Something was breaking inside Y/N that she could not pinpoint. All she knew was that Hange's heart was already too wounded and tired for her to make them cry, especially on the day when she swore that her love would not falter. Y/N could not resist and turned to Hange, guiding their head in her chest as they cried.

"I want to make it up to you," Hange ignored the exhaustion within their body and sat up, holding their wife's hands in between theirs. "I don't want you to feel bitter about today anymore. Will you let me make this up to you?"

"Hange…" she began. "Please don't cry... It's alright. You need to sleep, my dear. You have a long day tomorrow."

Y/N said this with all her genuineness, regretting that they brought up their anniversary only to make Hange cry.

There are several things she wants to tell Hange.

Hange looked at her with a pleading expression, determined to fix the damage between them today.

But Y/N shook her head. She wanted to say how it's too late or how things couldn't be fixed anymore, of how it was destroyed long ago.

Run away with me.

Live somewhere else. Just the two of us.

Leave all of this behind and start anew.

Y/N hid the plaintive pleas within her eyes. She knew Hange made their decision long ago. Their heart belongs to humanity--to their cause.

Y/N wanted to cry in their arms but decided to carry her pleas inside her heart in tormenting silence.

Choose me this time.

All Y/N's thoughts will remain as thoughts as they have always been.

Y/N gently tugged on their hand with a small melancholic smile before saying, "Let's sleep, Hange."

[momojedi]

— TANTISS topic. hunter x gn! jedi! reader

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type. loss, pt 2 note. continuation of this since a bunch of people asked me to! this will definitely have multiple parts, I'm already looking forward to sharing it with you! warnings. imprisonment, slight mentions of blood word count. 519

star wars masterlist || pinned post

With each forceful blow against the metallic wall, crimson smudges spread on it as I pull back my bloody fists with a frustrated growl. Yet, it remains useless.

Two months have passed since my confinement within this… cage . Survival wasn't on my agenda when I was apprehended; I anticipated an immediate execution upon boarding the imperial shuttle, or perhaps even before that. I was barely conscious when electric currents surged through my veins from the net, though it would’ve been a far more pleasant death. However, fate had other plans for me, which led me to Mount Tantiss.

Beyond the confines of my cell, the research facility's interior remains a mystery to me, save for the long hallway. Only  scientists or the occasional presence of a commando trooper disrupts the solitude. According to intercepted radio transmissions I’ve picked up on, I'm kept in a highly secure sector, impervious even to a Jedi's escape. And right they are.

Resting my forehead against the cold surface, the weight of the safety collar around my neck feels suffocating. Attempts to remove it are met with searing shocks, rendering me powerless.

Approaching footsteps outside my cell trigger my fight or flight senses, my focus sharpening on the cell door. But as Dr. Karr stands before, me, unlocking the cell door with a scan of her hand, a sense of familiarity offers a semblance of solace, even despite her corrupt work field. Her arrival is accompanied by a young girl, a recurring visitor whose name has remained unknown to me so far. We’ve never spoken before aside from the occasional glances yet whenever I look away, I can feel her big brown eyes linger on me sadly.

Without instruction, I rise to my feet. I’m familiar with the routine by now. As the gap between us narrows, Dr. Karr's speaks up, “Your name?”

I bite my tongue, suppressing my irritation. “[Name],” I snap, pulling myself together, “same thing is was yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that.” Dr. Karr

types something into her datapad. 

The little girl's gaze lingers, conveying a silent empathy beyond her years. Dr. Karr continues her  tiring tests. “Count.”

I take a deep breath before rattling off the first few numbers in the speed of light when she loudly interrupts me with a cough. “Slowly.” I furrow my brows. 

“5.”

“6.”

“7.”

“8.”

“Fuck.”

“Off.” 

She lets out a deep sigh through her nose, taking down her notes. Then, she lowers the datapad. “Dr. Hemlock will be with you shortly.” And with that, she abruptly leaves as she always does.

Exhaustion weighs heavily on me as I rub my face, emitting a weary sigh. Yet, the sensation of being scrutinized persists. Then, unexpectedly, a soft voice breaks the silence. “Here.” I reluctantly pull back my hands to find the young girl, still present in my cell, offering a handmade tooka doll. I examine the creature made of straw and elastic ties, hesitantly taking it from her. 

"She comforts me when I'm lonely... I thought you might need her too," she explains gently, her sincerity palpable.

[lockes-woods]

That's on Period(t)

(1/2)

A/N:

Mihawk eases your period pain in a way only he knows how. This was supposed to be a short drabble pwp, but apparently, I can't write straight smut, I have to have a plot. No request; just the ramblings of a dysphoric enby.

Mihawk x reader (x Shanks in spirit)

Content warning; period sex, dysphoria, fingering, and P in V sex.

MDNI

This low-key ended up being 4715 words (longer than most of my chapters in my other fics). This one kinda got away from me, hopefully, it's coherent.

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An unintentional groan escaped you as you shifted in your seat trying to find a comfortable position. Despite the fact that you had been camped out on your couch for the better part of the past ten hours nothing felt right. You felt powerless as another onslaught of cramps started in your lower abdomen. You whined as you hugged your heating pad as close as you possibly could to your lower stomach, praying to whoever was listening that it would stop. At this point, you wish you could cut yourself open and stuff it inside of you. Every sharp pain felt like your uterus was screaming to make its presence known. That paired with the breast tenderness that made it impossible to bind left you feeling like a dysphoric wreck.

It didn’t help that the last time you were out you kept getting misgendered by everyone you encountered from older women needing help reaching the top shelf in the grocery store to the pharmacy tech that helped you fill your birth control prescription. The latter also dead naming you because you haven’t been able to legally change your name yet. If you weren’t so desperate to make sure you could start up on your next pack as soon as possible you would have avoided that interaction altogether. Logically you knew they were just doing their job, but it was still a shitty situation to go through when you already felt awful. You were counting down the time in hours til you could start your next pack of birth control and put a stop to this mess.

You just had to wait til Sunday at seven in the morning when you took that along with your other morning medications. You immediately regretted glancing down at the time on your phone. The countdown you had going on informed you that you still had eighty-two and a half hours of your period left. You sighed to yourself; you still have over three days to go. You were just thankful that you had off from work today. You needed time alone after all the triggering encounters you had the day before. Most of them wouldn’t even have been a blip on your radar normally, but your hormone imbalances made each small inconvenience feel life-altering. That was the main reason you hated your period, while the dysphoria and physical pain sucked, it was most annoying not being able to regulate your emotions regularly. You still felt bad about snapping at your roommate before he left for his shift.

Shanks was always annoying and a bit of a brat but his comment about how cute you looked in your Christmas pajama pants and oversized t-shirt (that you had stolen from him) was the last straw. He was always playfully flirting with you. While you knew it meant nothing to him it pulled at your heart as a constant reminder you would never be anything more than friends. It wasn’t like you wanted him to break up with his boyfriend. It was quite the opposite you often wished the three of you could be something more but you knew that was a pipe dream. You still felt sensitive about your lingering crush on him and his boyfriend. Those feelings were only amplified by your hormone imbalance.

You had told him to fuck off and threw pillows at his head til he made his way out of the apartment. While this was far from the first time you had told him to fuck off it was the first time you said it in a genuine tone; instead of your normal playful way. You knew you would just need to buy him a beer the next time you went out to apologize, but it still made you cry in frustration as soon as you were alone in the apartment. Because of the nature of his job as a firefighter you hated leaving things on a bad note before his shifts. It was in a similar vein as the old saying that you should never go to sleep angry. Despite your exhaustion, you’d probably end up staying up until he got home at one in the morning out of guilt.

Speaking of Shanks, his boyfriend, and your defacto third roommate, should be home soon from his twelve-hour shift at the hospital. You had an anxious turn in your stomach at the thought of him. You hoped that he hadn’t told Mihawk about your altercation. It was already hard to get a read on him and you didn’t know if you could handle him being mad at you while your emotions were already a hot mess. You tried not to focus on it as you queued up another episode of your comfort show and snuggled deeper into your secondhand couch. You absent-mindedly snacked on the candy and chips you had strewn about the coffee table. Your eyes began to droop as you took in the familiar storyline you had seen countless times. You had just begun to phase out into sleep as you heard the familiar opening and firm shutting of the apartment door. A groan was pulled from your throat as you suddenly shot up into a sitting position causing a cramp to shoot through you. Blinking up with bleary eyes you took in Mihawk slipping out of his shoes and placing them on the rack next to the door.

“Hey, Angel did I wake you?” Mihawk asked, staring down at you with his honeysuckle eyes, as he slipped off and hung up his work bag.

“No?” You said, shifting in your seat for a more comfortable position. Your passing grimace as another round of cramps cut through you wasn’t lost on Mihawk.

“Are you feeling any better?” he asked, taking a seat on the armchair facing you.

“Not really,” you sighed, “I’ve been tethered to this heating pad all day and the Tylenol I took barely took the edge off of my cramps. I wish I wasn’t allergic to ibuprofen.” You groaned as the cramping continued.

“Have you tried any alternative methods to relieve the pain?” he asked.

“Like what?” you asked back, outside of drugs and heating pads you weren’t aware of any other methods to ease cramps.

“I’ve heard orgasms are a good method to combat menstrual cramps.” He answered casually. You immediately broke eye contact and began to play with the frayed edges of your well-loved heating pad. You could feel the heat rush to your face at his suggestion. While you weren’t a virgin, you were still kinda prudent when it came to things of a sexual nature. You were getting better at feeling less embarrassed about discussions involving sex, but it was times like these that you reverted back to your abstinence-only upbringing. It didn’t help that one of your closest friend’s very attractive boyfriend was the one prompting the conversation. You were so in your head that you didn’t hear Mihawk shift from the recliner to the cushion next to you on the couch until you felt the coldness of his hand tilting your chin upward to meet his gaze.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable in any way, it was just a suggestion. You know we hate seeing you in pain.” He said.

“It-It’s okay, I just don’t know if the mess is worth it.” You said meeting his gaze. Your heart softened at the concerned look in his eyes. It almost made you want to cry.

“You could always do it in the shower?” he suggested.

“What about the no fucking in common areas rule?” you ask, the look Mihawk gave you was more than enough to confirm what you already suspected.

“You motherfuckers,” you started pulling out of his grasp and swinging a pillow at him full force, “You really broke the one rule I had before you moved in?!”

“To be fair we had already broken the rule before and I moved in,” Mihawk responded with a slight upturn of his lip, “I believe Shanks’ exact reasoning was that we were grandfather in.”

“You’re the only other people who live here! Who else would it be for?!” you responded raising your voice at the prospect of Shanks’ audacity. You were about to hit him with the pillow again, before dropping it once you realized what it could have come in contact with.

“Both of you are cleaning this apartment from top to bottom on your next day off,” you say glaring up at him.

“That feels more than fair,” Mihawk responded, a smirk still present on his face. You were about to lay into him more before another wave of cramps made its way through your lower abdomen.  

“Now are you going to shower?” Mihawk asked, promptingly.

“It wouldn’t work anyway,” you sigh turning your gaze back to the cloth covering your heating pad.

“How do you know before you’ve even tried it?” Mihawk asked.

“I i-it won’t-” you started, “I c-can’t” You tried again before giving up and attempting to make a hot exit back to your room. Mihawk locked his hand around your wrist in a firm, but gentle grip as your feet hit the ground. You could feel the heat of embarrassment spread from your face to your ears, back down to your chest.

“What can’t you do?” he asked calmly, keeping a steady grip on you.

“I-I, fuck,” you sighed, before reluctantly meeting his gaze, “I’venevermademyselfcum” You rush out attempting to get away, before Mihawk’s other hand grips onto your other wrist.

“Have you ever cum?” he asked, with no trace of judgment in his voice.

“I mean yeah, but only with certain partners. It’s not like I’m seeing anyone now, so it’s pointless to even attempt it.” You sigh, sliding back into your seat with a pout. Mihawk released his grip on your wrists once it became apparent that you were not going to try and run away again.

“Do you want help?” Mihawk asked. You almost laughed before meeting his gaze and realizing that his offer was completely genuine.

“But-Shanks,” was all you managed to get out before your brain stalled out. You were half a second from spirally before he gently cupped your face and pulled your attention back to him.

“Shanks will be fine with it, trust me,” Mihawk said as he gently ran his thumb against your cheek; gaze never leaving yours. “The only reason I can think of that would make him upset is the fact that I’d be with you first.”

“But-how?” you asked, still trying to absorb this new information.

“Shanks has been holding a torch for you for years,” Mihawk said, “He’s liked you from the moment you met.”

“Why’d he never make a move?” you asked after a moment.

“He did the night you met, but you just thought he was being friendly.” Mihawk explained, “He didn’t want to lose you, so he took on the role of a friend.”

“But we’ve been friends for over three years,” you responded, “He was the first friend I made in the city,”

“Trust me I know. I was jealous of you for the longest time, but after getting to know you I get why he didn’t want to lose you,” Mihawk confessed. He gave you a moment to process before continuing, “We’d love to be with you if you’d have us,”

“Wait-So is it an open relationship? Are you like polyamorous?” You ask trying to process all of what Mihawk had just told you, but your brain was too busy buffering.

“I believed it would be considered closed polyamory,” Mihawk said stroking your bottom lip with his thumb, “There would be three of us, and any of us can be together, but there would not be any additional people,” he explained, patiently. You nodded pensively, as you began to get what he was saying.

“Okay,” you reply after a minute.

“Okay? Like you’re in?” Mihawk asked to clarify.

“Yeah, I’m still not totally sure what the logistics would be, but I know I want you both.” You confessed looking up at him through your lashes. Mihawk didn’t waste a momentary second before pulling you in for a desperate kiss. You moaned as his tongue came into contact with yours for the first time, you let him lead the kiss. One of his hands remained cupping your face the other gripped your waist and pulled you into his lap. A gasp escaped you as you felt his hard-on press against your core. You let out a loud unobstructed moan as he pulled back from the kiss and began to nip down your neck, while shamelessly grinding up against you.

“Fuck, Mihawk” you whine, before his lips once again connected with yours. You instinctually wrapped your legs around his waist and looped your arms around his neck as he stood up from the couch and made his way to the bathroom. He delicately placed you on the bathroom counter, you whined at his loss as he pulled back and stripped off his top. You bit your lip to contain a groan as you took in his backside when he turned to turn on the shower. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him shirtless, but it was the first time you felt okay checking him out. Steam began to envelop the bathroom as he stalked back towards you.

“Are you sure you’re okay going from kissing straight to period sex?” You asked looking up at him.

“Angel, I’m a surgical resident; little blood isn’t going to scare me off,” he said, with a small quirk on his lips, “Are you okay with going straight to sex?” he asked as he stroked the waistband of your pajama pants.

“Yes, Sir” you answered, a mischievous smile never leaving your lips as Mihawk gripped your chin and jerked your face upward in a firm grip.

“What did you just say Angel?” he asked with an unsettling air of calmness.

“Sir,” you responded smugly, doubling down, “That is what you like Shanks to call you right?” you asked, “Or is there someone else he’s calling out to when he cums?”

“Darling, I’d tread lightly if I were you; I’d hate to have to spend our first time together correcting your behavior.” He said, stroking your cheek.

“So, you don’t want me to call you Sir?” you asked, with an air of faux innocence. You bit your lip to contain your smile as you saw a phantom twitch in his right eye. You had only ever seen Shanks be able to warrant that reaction. You decided to reel in your teasing before you crossed to the point of no return.

“Angel, as long as you’re cumming on my cock you can call me whatever you’d like,” he whispered into your ear, nipping at it. The smirk returned to his face as an involuntary whine left your lips.

“Now, I’ll ask you again. Do you want this?” he asked pulling back to see your whole face.

“Yes,” you whined as a wave of cramps shot through you; reminding you of why you were here in the first place.

“And your safe word?” he asked.

“Peach,” you answered, “Yours?”

“Code,” he answered, “Do you have any hard stops?”

“Just please don’t touch my chest or refer to me in feminine terms.” You say trying your hardest to maintain eye contact while being vulnerable.

“Of course, darling,” he said pecking your forehead, “Is it okay if I take this off?” he asked tugging at your oversized top. You nod enthusiastically lifting your arms to help him. Once it’s off you tug off your pajama pants and period underwear leaving you bare. It takes everything in your power not to cover your chest as Mihawk takes you in; a soft look on his face.

“What?” you ask after a moment.

“I always knew you were a beauty, but I never expected you to be this lovely,” he answered earnestly stroking up and down your sides. You could feel the heat return to your face at his genuine response.

“Can we get in the shower now? I don’t want to bleed on the counter” you ask looking up at him. He nodded; your comment seemed to snap him out of his daze. He once again had you wrapped your legs around his waist as he picked you up and walked over to the shower. He shed his pants and underwear before stepping in. A pleasant sigh escaped you as the hot water graced your skin. Thankfully you and Mihawk both preferred showers that were just below scalding. He placed you down and turned you so that his front was to your back. The shower head spray was adjusted to hit your lower stomach and core. An involuntary whine escaped you as you felt his hard-on pressed against your back. You were about to start grinding back against it before Mihawk placed a firm hand on your hip to keep you in place.

“Patience, love,” he said, reaching down to rest his other hand above your mound, “I have to prep you first; is this okay,” he asked reaching between your legs. You nodded, spreading your legs to give him better access.

“Words,” he said, hovering right above where you wanted him.

“Please, Sir,” you whine, unable to grind up to meet him because of his other hand holding you stationary. He hummed in approval finally stroking over your slit. He made a few agonizingly slow passes before finally breaching your slit. He again traced your entrance twice before inserting a single finger.

“Please, Sir more,” you whined, “I can take it-” You started before a moan cut through you as he ground his palm against your clit. He looped his arm around your waist pulling you back so that you could rest your body weight against him giving him better access to your core.

“Shh, it’s okay, just let Sir take care of you,” he responded, placing a kiss behind your right ear, before kissing and sucking his way down to your shoulder. You fell lax against his sturdy frame as he slipped another finger into your core, he pulled another whine from you as his fingers thrusted and curled around your front wall. He easily hit spots you could only dream of reaching on your own. A cry erupted from you as he suddenly increased his pace and depth of his fingers. Now every thrust had his palm smacking down on your clit. His own urges reared its head as he began to shamelessly grind against your back. You moan in response as your own resolve fades quickly as the coil inside you winds tighter and tighter.

“It’s okay Angel, you can let you. Just give me one and I’ll let you cum on my cock as many times as you like,” he said encouragingly, before pulling you in for a desperate kiss. You put up more resistance than you did in your initial kiss causing him to nip at your bottom lip. Simultaneously his arm wrapped around your waist loosened and joined his other hand at your core. You moan into the kiss as he began to rub your clit in succession with his thrust. Your climax began to build as you both found a rhythm. You had just gotten used to the rhythm when he suddenly pinched your clit. Your climax snapped through you at the sudden change in stimulation. Your pussy held his fingers in a vice grip as you rode out your high on his hand.

You fell fully slack against him as you came down from your high.

“Fuck so good Angel,” he praised slowly easing his fingers out of your core, “Knew you’d be perfect.”

“Sir, please,” you whined grinding back against him.

“Love,” he said in a warning tone hand back at its station on your hip.

“I want you, please Sir, I wanna be full again,” you moan as the momentary relief from cramps lapsed and the pain in your core returned. You stretched your head over your shoulder, pulling him in for another kiss. You were so focused on his mouth you didn’t realize he had switched positions until the coldness of the tiled wall met your back. You pulled back in a daze now front to front. You were snapped back to reality when you pulled back and felt the twitch of his cock against your stomach. Your eyes widened as you took in his size. You now understood why Shanks was so loud during sex, if you were being fucked by that on the reg you’d be screaming too.

“Sir,” you say hesitantly breaking eye contact with his cock and looking up at him.

“It’ll fit,” he said, seemingly reading your mind. He rubbed reassuring circles into your hips with his thumbs, “We’ll go slow. I’ll make it worth your while if you can be patient for just a little bit longer.”

“Unless you want to stop now, I won’t be mad if it’s too much for you right now,” he said offering you an out.

“No-” You answered quickly, “I mean, I’m comfortable continuing,” You corrected yourself, trying to play off how desperate you were for his cock. Despite your efforts, a knowing smirk still pulled across Mihawk’s face.

“Are you sure?” he asked teasingly,

“Yes,” you replied much calmer than your last response. He nodded hiking your right leg over his hip for better access.

“Are you ready?” he confirmed one more time. He began to tease his tip between your folds as you said yes one last time. His cock was soon lubed up with your blood and slick as he gently pushed the head of his dick into your entrance. He rocked back and forth slowly allowing you time to adjust to his jarring size.

“Fuck,” you moaned as he bottomed out. You found it almost impossible to focus on anything other than the pulses of his member deep inside of you.

“Shh, relax darling; I got you,” he said, pressing you firmer into the wall as he once again scooped you up into his arms. Both of your legs were wrapped around his middle as he leaned into you to keep you from sliding down the wall. You were effectively sandwiched between him and the wall. You held onto him for dear life as he suddenly began to thrust into you at a slow pace.

“More, please” you whined desperately. You were so full of him that his tip just kissed your cervix without pressing into it uncomfortably. While the slow pace was nice at first as you adjusted it began to drive you mad as you wished more than anything that he would start to fuck you like he means it.

“Patients,” he cooed down at you with a self-satisfied look, “I don’t want you to accidentally hurt yourself.”

“Fuck,” you groaned, tears beginning to kiss at the corners of your eyes. You wanted, no need to cum. The languid pace he had set was driving you mad.

“Sir, please,” you whined desperately.

“Please, what Angel?” he asked, the stupid smirk still plastered on his face.

“Fast,” you panted.

“You want me to go faster?” he asked, with fake ignorance.

“Fuck, please!” you border-lined shouted, “I’ll do whatever you want, please fuck me” you cried as tears began to fall down your face in two lines, one below each eye.

“Anything?” He asked bemused with a smirk, speeding up slightly, but not enough to make cum any faster than before.

“Yes,” you cried. He hummed in fake contemplation before responding.

“Okay, but you owe me one,” he answered coyly before he slowly pulled out and slammed back into you full force. A sigh of relief leaves you before he leans down. It felt like the wind was knocked out of you at the new angle. He quickened his pace, stroking longer and deeper inside you at every thrust. Your nails dug into the pristine white plane of his back leaving scratched down the stretch of his upper back as you tried to hold on the best you could. All you could do was helplessly moan as Mihawk used you as he pleased.

“Fuck,” he moaned, followed by a deep groan of your name. You could feel the pleasure building up in your core as you quickly approached your end.

“Fuck, please Sir can I cum? I’m so clos-” you started before you were cut off by your own moan. Tears began to prick at your eyes again, not out of frustration like earlier, but at the pure feeling of overstimulation you were now experiencing. “I’m sooo close please Sir” you whined.

“Go ahead Angel,” he said before pulling you in for a desperate kiss that he dominated. That was all the permission you needed; your body seized up like you were possessed as your orgasm ripped through you. Your pussy milking Mihawk’s cock for all it was worth.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he pulled out seconds before his own orgasm. He painted your stomach with his release, as your empty cunt clenched around nothing. He carefully lowered you back to the floor as you both tried to get your heart rates down to normal levels. He made quick work of cleaning your body as he raced against the now lukewarm water falling against your body. He had just managed to finish cleaning both of you seconds before the water went cold. He took his time drying your body, before bundling you up in one of his towels and placing you on the ledge of the tub.

A shiver ripped through your spent form as the cold air of your air-conditioned apartment invaded the space when he opened the door. A yawn escaped you as you patiently waited for him to come back. Your eyes had just begun to droop when he came back clad only in a pair of boxer briefs. He helped you into a pair of your period underwear and an oversized shirt. You bit your lip to contain your smile as you took in the logo of his medical school across the chest of the t-shirt. He had specifically gotten a shirt from his room instead of one of the ones you had stolen from Shanks over the years. You sleepily followed him through the living room and down the hall to the doors of your bedrooms.

On autopilot, you turned left to go to your room before a gentle tug on your wrist stopped your movement. You sleepily glance up at Mihawk and tilted your head in lieu of talking.

“You can stay in our room if you want,” he offered avoiding eye contact as a blush bloomed on his cheeks.

“Oh, okay,” you say as the proposition snaps you out of your daze. You followed Mihawk in and crawled into the bed.

“Wait, what about Shanks?” you asked.

“What about him?” Mihawk asked back.

“Would it make him feel weird to share a bed with me without a heads up?” you asked, tilting your head at him.

“No,” Mihawk said, the ghost of a smile forming on his lips, “I think it’d be a nice surprise; especially after a long shift.”

“Oh, okay,” you reply as fatigue begins to overtake your body.

“Do you need anything else before we go to sleep?” Mihawk asked, leaning against the door frame.

“Um, maybe my heating pad and some water,” you answer.

“Okay,” he nodded, taking off back to the living room and kitchen. You couldn’t help but smile as you lay enveloped in their scents. You managed to stay awake just long enough to take a few swigs of water and position yourself on your side with the heating pad flush against your lower abdomen. Mihawk curled up behind you, your fingers interlaced over your heating pad. You slept better than you had in a long time, especially for being on your period. You couldn’t tell if you had dreamt it or not, but you could have sworn someone had pecked your forehead and cocooned you between their chest and Mihawk’s. The faint smell of sandalwood was the last sensation your body recognized before drifting off to the next dream.

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PART 2

A/N:

Hope you enjoyed this one shot! Hopefully, this can find some other baddies suffering through their period. As always thanks for taking the time to read.

-Locke

[mimicha-arts]

Link Click Musical - Song translations

The original lyrics can be found on Niebo's blog Credits for tl & editing: @mimicha-arts, @sgdlr-asdfghjkl, @sciencehawk, @elaraqwq, @chocolatexiaoshi

M5 (CXS) Back to the past

Fear and guilt fall upon, mingling with each other, Helplessness and indecision consume me I once thought that I would never lose you Now, how can I go back to that time?

When I lost your trace and the signal of our bond broke I realised, changing the game* would overwrite the original timeline

*Cheng Xiaoshi changed a score of Chen Xiao’s basketball game

You reminded me, But I misunderstood Complaining about you indifference It's all my fault When you suffer, falling into the whirlpool of time and space

I can’t see, I can’t hear, I can’t catch up, I can’t find your silhouette, I can't guess, I can't speak, I can't think, I can't draw your traces Which time and space have your whereabouts? Will you be erased completely, disappear? As long as you can be saved, I do whatever it takes

Can I turn back the clock hands, Go to the past, pause time, and restart again? But a thousand pasts create all the futures

Even if we go back to the beginning, Even if you and I haven't met Let time restart again I have to go back and save you ~ As long as you can be saved, I do whatever it takes

M10 (LG) Broken time

Looking at you, lost in thoughts, I feel powerless Ridiculous me - feeling wronged, unable to voice it My lies unraveled Looming words of break up divide us, our shared history pales Meetings and farewells, the bitter end is an ending too

If you were to start all over again, you could make a mistake - rewrite someone's life And if I remained indifferent, let you get in trouble, how would you feel now? Would you blame me for staying on the sidelines, hiding the truth, for not warning you? False hopes impact the mission Inflamed emotions betray the trust

The light outside the doors has dimmed, There is no way to find a compromise, to make a different choice Despair holds hands with bitterness, leading me Behind the doors time is frozen - the betrayal is fanning up the flames Time pulls along the stubborn you and the conceited me

This rule traps you and me - the harder you fight, the harder you fall The outcome, destined by fate, is not something we can rewrite Crossing two timelines, the predestination of fate is an iron cage No way to escape from the intertwining of past and present Night and day clash with each other like you and me

The light outside the doors has dimmed - time behind the doors has frozen Silence holds hands with the darkness of night, flashes before my eyes Keeper of the rules, interfering in the fatal game - this is who I am Time pulls along the stubborn you and the conceited me

"Past or future - let it be" I lost

Source (recording from rehearsal)

[tarantulasnot]

Please bless us with Luis smut fam

BET!!! I literally love you so much you've revived me. (He's going to be a cocky sub because I said so)

Content warning: oral (m and f receiving), hair pulling, unrealistically sensitive Luis, he's a sub but he's not a total bitch, but he kinda is, dom reader, deepthroat/fellatio, Leon is mentioned

He's so fucking cocky. Luis Serra never failed to drive you up the wall the entire time you and Leon are looking for the president's daughter. If you're killing religiously motivated villagers, his disgustingly smooth voice will resonate behind you. "You sure you don't need my help, Princesa?" Sure enough, you loathed the way the Spanish rolls off his tongue in such a beautiful way. He was a masterpiece of a man if it weren't for that personality of his.

Although, you can proudly say he looked rather nice handcuffed, following you around. Powerless. "Soo, Princesa." That fucking nickname again. "Sancho isn't around now, y'know." It's true. He'd gone into the church to find Ashley while you and the prisoner stayed outside of the doors, on guard. "So how about we have a little fun now that he's gone, hm?" You shake your head, placing a hand on the upper bridge of your nose. "Forget about it, Serra. I don't have time for your shit." His clever grin only grew wider. "Can't help flirting with a pretty woman in uniform." He shrugged, and the Spaniard had the audacity to lift his hands up. "I could do a uh... demonstration- if you untie me, unless you're scared of a man like me-"

Before he could finish, you grabbed him by his face, pushing him against the doors. "Listen, Serra." You spat his name. Instantly, there was a change. A bigger one than even he expected within himself. He gasped and his abdomen twitched with a salacious heat pooling in it. "I'm not scared of you, or anything you even THINK you can do." You exaggerate the word with a little shove, and God if it didn't make him tremble. Of course, he tries to keep his cocky persona, so he resorts to shoving you away with his tied hands.

"Ahh, did I touch a nerve, princes-" Your face turns into a scowl, and you feel the urge to put him in his place. He won't shut up, so you make him. Impulsively, you press your lips to his, and he immediately kisses back, his shoulders slamming back against the wood with the force of your hands keeping him pinned. A groan reverberates from his throat at the force of it. You almost overwhelm him, your tongue pushing past his lips and your hands gripping his shoulders. His hands clench into fists and his hips jerk forwards in excitement. He tries to say something, trying to pull his head away to tease but you don't let him. You chase his mouth with yours, and a knee slips between his legs.

The whimper that escapes him is heavenly, and his eyes squeezed tighter shut. The man is struggling to keep up with your pace. Your knee is relentless, and he finds himself pushing his pelvis against it, gasping a shuddering breath at the sensation. Fuck he's feining for you. He doesn't want to pull away, not really. But he's quickly growing desperate, embarrassingly turned on. He tries to stop the twitching of his hips- but it's just so good.

Finally, you pull away and he visibly slumps for a second. His lips are swollen with the pressure of the kiss, and he looks up at you with upward brows. Once again that smirk is there, ever present. "Couldn't help yourself to my charm?" He wipes his face, and he acts like he's not throbbing with need. You also feel yourself affected by what you've done, and he can tell. Your eyes have a certain light to them, and your breathing a little ragged. You don't even reply.

For a second you look at each other, and then the tension snaps again. You grab his face and he lets you; his hands falling open again before closing and the sweet taste of your lips pervades him. His mouth falls open to let you in, and his eyebrows furrow as he returns the kiss just as desperately. Fumbling with the keys, you undo one of the cuffs, and his hands are on you instantly. He's grasping at your waist, and he's holding on to the concave with a tight grasp.

"Fuck- Princesa..." You curl your hands in his hair, pulling it backwards and his mouth forms an o before his bottom lip gets pulled between his teeth. "Shut up you stupid man." With his neck exposed, your lips latch onto it like a starved woman. Nipping at the side of his Adam's apple before licking the small patch, lips sucking on the skin. He groans, a shiver running through his spine. He wants to say something else, just to spite you. Just to make you do more. However, he doesn't want to risk you leaving him like this. Wanton and pathetic.

He hums in appreciation however as you undo the lapels of his jacket, his hands fidgeting with your utility belt. In response, you grab him by the wrist that's still cuffed. "Ah ah ahh, don't even think about it."

You further part the leather with the slide of your palm, drifting down and under his shirt. "I don't know when your curious hands..." The sentence drones off with a graze over his abdomen, drifting to his belt. "Might want to go somewhere dangerous."

Luis folds mentally, his head rolling to the side and he huffs at the contact, even if it's through fabric. His arousal is pulsing through his body, his heady light and muddled. "You're not one to talk, with- ugh..." His head bows, and his hips jut into your hand. His breathing comes in short puffs, and he rests his forehead on your shoulder. The hot, cigarette tainted breath puffing against your skin. "Mierda, please-" He gasps, grip travelling lower to your hips. Luis relishes in the soft fat of the flesh, and he pulls you closer. "I know you feel it. I can make you feel so good princes-" rambling. All he's doing is rambling as he humps your hand like a depraved dog. His accent thick and hot next to your ear, his lips brushing it with every gasp and groan.

He narrows his eyes as you pull away, and he finds himself devoid of friction once again. However, he's pleasantly surprised when you fall to your knees in front of him. That disgustingly sexy accent rings as he opens his mouth again. "Oh?" His hands card through your hair, and you roll your eyes as you undo his jeans. "If you wanted to service me I could have-" but he's interrupted when you spit on your hand and wrap it around his swollen cock. He bites his lip with a shudder. "W-wait..." He bends over you, his hands grasping your shoulders to ground him. "Give me a second- ff-fffuck!"

Luis cries out as you wrap your lips around his tip, still stroking his shaft at an expert place. Not too fast, not too slow- and the way your tongue is dancing around the brown, aching bulb has him whining in a pitch you didn't expect from a masculine man like him.

In his own mind, he was hoping he'd be able to help himself this time- All the previous times he's slept with women they've all complained about how fast he finished. This time seemed to be no exception.

You knew exactly what to do, how to massage your tongue over the slit in his throbbing head every time a spurt of pre rushed out. The liquid coating your tongue as you slowly took him further into your mouth. Slick popping and squelching escaped the confines of your mouth as you gulp him down eagerly. The noises only spur him on further- much to his own demise. "Aye, dios mio- fuck! I can't- slow down Princesaa... Ah!" You slipped him further down your throat until you felt the heavy, searing heat of him slip over your tongue, over and over again. The flesh massaged by the slick of your muscle. He was falling apart above you, his thighs trembling as you pinned them to the wall. Saliva dribbles down from your lips to your chin as you sputter around him, taking him further with every bob of your head.

"Oh my God- too good. Too m-much!" His eyes roll back in their sockets as you relax your throat and bury your nose in the fuzz of his happy trail. Luis can feel the tightness of your cavern even still, and he can't help but buck weakly forwards. His cock fills your mouth completely, your slick muscle drawing back and forth on the underside of him. "God! Fuck! You're amazing- oh! F-fuck... I'm close pequeña, please! Please don't as- hmmngh!" He can't help it. His abdomen flares with heat as he cums in your throat, his eyes closing and tears pricking his eyes at the heat of it all. His balls twitch and so does his cock as he spills everything he has. "Fuck- I'm so sorry-" You pull away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

"Aww, is poor, strong, Luis sensitive?" You mock him, and his face blooms brighter. He covers his face with his hand, clammy and hot as he comes down from his rapidly approached high. "Don't say that- I can't help it." He shrugs, but his pupils are still dilated and his hands are shaking.

"Well I sure as shit didn't do that for free so..." You undo your belt, letting it fall to the ground around you. Luis gets the hint instantly, and he drops to his knees in front of you. He presses his forehead against your lower stomach, his hands shaking as they trail over your hips and thighs. He's practically worshipping you.

"I wouldn't expect anything less mi corona." He whispers, his strong hands pick you up by your thighs, creating dimples in the supple limbs. Fuck if his hands weren't the best things you've ever seen in your god damn life. He was clearly older, and they had a bit of hair on them, but they were thick. He looks down at the glistening folds in front of him, and he gulps. He can feel the rush of familiar fire in his lower stomach, and he twitches to life again.

"I hear Spaniards are very good with their tongues." You suggest, entwining your fingers in his chestnut locks. He looks up at you, his downturned eyes are just so pretty like this, and you feel his breath against your entrance. "I can give you a demonstration."

He doesn't wait for you to reply, he parts you with his tongue before his lips attach themselves to your clit, and he gently sucks on it before his heated tongue grazes the bud, flicking it and rolling it with his tongue before lapping underneath it, his nose, fuck... He's doing all kinds of shit.

I wouldn't be the king of unfinished fics if I continued. I LOVE THE REQUESTS THANK YOU I WILL GET TO THE REST PRETTY SOON I THINK <333

[ginnsbaker]

A Form of Vengeance (Excerpt)

Summary: “Hold it,” you challenge, locking eyes with her, pushing her to her very limits. “Hold it or you’ll never see me again.”

Word count: 2.4k+ | Tags: Heavy Angst, Dubious Consent, Edging, Toxic Relationships, Oral and fingering (Wanda receiving)

Ship: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

A/N: This is basically an excerpt from Chapter 6 of In Losing Grip on Sinking Ships, just so you have an idea how extensive the edits are that's currently in progress for the final PDF version of ILGOSS.

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It’s half past midnight when Wanda’s awoken by a loud, angry knock at her door. 

Her sleep riddled brain fails to notice how unusual it is for Sparky not to emerge from his dog house and start barking at the unexpected visitor. Her gut tells her it’s you, but just to be safe, she takes Sparky to the guest room, knowing how wary he is of strangers. 

“Who’s there?” Wanda’s voice echoes through the empty hall, voice hoarse from sleep and from yelling your name all over the neighborhood.

There’s no response, and yet, each thud against the door reverberates through the room, filling it with a sense of urgency and unease.

Startled and growing increasingly concerned, Wanda opens the door and–

It’s the stench of alcohol that welcomes her first. 

Less than twenty-four hours ago, you were both entangled in a similar situation, albeit in reversed roles. The irony of the circumstances isn't lost on Wanda as she observes the unwavering and intense gaze you fix upon her. It's unclear to her how much you've had to drink to be able to find your way to her, but the determination in your eyes speaks volumes.

“Y/N, thank god you’re here. I was so worried–” Wanda tries to say, but the rest of her sentence dies on your lips. With one hand on the slope where her neck meets her shoulder, you push her roughly back inside her apartment, slamming and locking the door behind you with the other. 

You harshly nip at her lower lip before releasing it and growling, “This is what you want right? This is what you’ve been chasing me for all along?” 

Pinning her with a disdainful look, Wanda feels powerless to refute your allegations. Is that how you perceived this to be all along? How lowly your opinion of her has become? 

When she finds the courage to put the tiniest bit of space between you and her, you pull her flushed against your body to capture her swollen lips into another bruising kiss. The moan that escapes you both this time is irrefutable. Something tells Wanda that whatever she says between now and what’s going to happen next, will just be sucked into the abyss of retribution. And so, she gives in to the storm that is your feverish kisses and your hatred punctuating your every touch.

If she were being honest, she just wants to feel you. Logic and reason be damned. 

“Y/N!” Wanda mewls when you clumsily rub her through the fabric of her nightwear, pinching her clit as soon as you find it.

There’s no trace of tenderness in the way you maneuver Wanda and deposit her to the carpeted floor of her living room. 

There’s nothing gentle in the way you tug down her shorts, letting them pool around her ankles and yank her shirt up, exposing the swell of her breasts to the cool room air.

There’s only lust, and instinct, and vengeance in the painful entrapment of her hard nipple between your bared teeth. 

And Wanda loves it. 

It’s the punishment she didn’t know she had been craving for since the moment she invited Vision to her bed. If you needed to ruin her, Wanda would let you. She’d gladly take the beating if it means she gets to have even just a tiny fraction of you back–no matter how cruel this fraction of you might be. 

Every pulsation from her clit echoes the tempo of her racing heart. Your mouth, slick and fervent, descends onto her nipple, and your tongue drags languidly across in deliberate, lascivious strokes. The visual–the sheen of wetness, the very sensation of your mouth on her–makes her cheeks flame, and instinctively, her eyes drift away. But you're not about to let that happen.

Gripping her jaw firmly, you force her to witness what you’re doing to her. “Watch,” you demand, voice husky and heavy with desire. “Don't you dare look away.” 

Without breaking eye contact, you shift your attention, letting your drenched tongue lavish her other nipple, ensuring every inch of her feels that same overwhelming pleasure. Wanda's arousal pools beneath her, dampening the rug and every nerve ending draws her attention downwards, craving that much-needed release.

Wanda gasps when you slide back up abruptly, the rough friction of your shirt rubbing against her tender peaks. She smells the alcohol on your breath before she tastes it, as you pull her in for a dizzying kiss. You’re uncommonly disoriented in your movements, as if you keep deciding and then changing your mind on how you want her. 

As her fingers hesitantly make their way towards the fastening of your jeans, you're quick to intercept, pushing them away. With assertive hands, you grab hers, lifting and pinning them over her head, leaving her deliciously vulnerable.

You rarely make love to her when you’re drunk. You never liked the idea of being unfocused and uncoordinated when you touch her, and you were always afraid you’d accidentally do something that might make her uncomfortable or even hurt her. But now, as your fingers skim through her wetness, not caring if your nails scrape against her sensitive skin, Wanda understands. She understands what you’re capable of when you give up control and let pure instinct take over.

She understands how perfectly capable you are of hurting her–in all aspects. 

Wanda feels she’s wet enough, but it’s still painful when you enter her unceremoniously with two fingers. 

“Y/N, wait–” Wanda gasps as you start to quicken your thrusts before she’s fully adjusted. “S-Slow down.”

Yet, you seem lost in your own world, utterly intoxicated by the sight of your fingers disappearing inside your ex-wife's slick folds. Despite the initial discomfort, waves of pleasure soon drown out the pain, escalating with each thrust. Wanda's left clawing at the ground beneath her as your thumb starts circling her clit, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her.

Your fingers shift inside her, seeking out the textured area that she's most sensitive to. Wanda’s mouth falls open, warm puffs of air brushing so intimately against your chin. “Fuck, yes, right there–”

You pant against Wanda’s sternum, bitterly thinking that she will always be beautiful whether you’re seeing her through the lens of affection or loathing. 

Feeling how close she is, you add another finger into her. The fullness does nothing to abate the tightening in Wanda’s stomach. She squirms beneath you, nearly delirious from the mounting ecstasy, trying to trap your hand between her knees to still your movements. But you force her legs to stay splayed open, angling your fingers to continually target that particularly responsive spot inside her.

“Kiss me,” Wanda breathlessly begs, her words feathering over your damp forehead. But instead of meeting her lips, you trace your tongue along the shell of her ear, eliciting a shiver from her. Just as she seems to reach her peak, you pull back your fingers, halting all stimulation, leaving her teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

She groans in frustration, her chest heaving, eyes dark with need. “Why?” she manages to gasp out, her hips unconsciously seeking the lost contact.

You lean close, lips brushing her earlobe. “Because I can.”

Her breathing turns even more ragged. “Y/N,” she begins, but her plea is cut off as you slowly trail kisses down her body. Every inch you move feels like an eternity for her, every kiss you plant on her skin making her shiver and writhe beneath you. When you finally reach her core, you can see how her pussy clenches with desperate need.

Positioning yourself between her legs, you pull them apart gently but firmly, giving yourself a clear view of her glistening arousal. Without touching her, you take a moment to appreciate the sight, which elicits a whimper from her.

“Look at you,” you murmur, your voice low and dangerous, each word deliberate. “And you tell me this isn’t what you want?”

Your face inches closer to her, close enough for her to feel each exhale against her sensitive skin. She attempts to buck her hips upward, seeking your lips, but you force her down with a dominant hand, immobilizing her.

“Remember,” you whisper against her, causing her to twitch from the sensation, “You're not allowed to come... not until I say.”

This is it–your form of vengeance. But even in your cruelty, it's paradoxically centered around her pleasure.

She emits a sound that's halfway between a plea and a sob, her hands grasping the carpet for any semblance of control. “Please,” she manages to choke out, sounding more desperate than ever. You slide a finger up her slit, collecting her wetness, and then move it up to circle her clit, slowly and tantalizingly. “Hold it,” you challenge, locking eyes with her, pushing her to her very limits. “Hold it or you’ll never see me again.”

The threat almost sends her over the edge.

“I—I can't,” she stammers, tears forming in her eyes, both from the effort of holding back and the emotional weight of your words. But beneath that fear is a stubborn determination. She won't let herself fall, not when so much is at stake.

You smirk, leaning down, your breath teasing her skin. The sensation of it sends shivers down her spine, her body acutely aware of every point where your warm breath touches. You trace the softest of kisses on her inner thigh, watching her tense up in anticipation.

“Relax,” you murmur, voice dripping with false sweetness. “I'm just getting started.”

Her whimper is music to your ears, but she attempts to stifle it, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. You take your time, tracing lazy circles around her entrance with your tongue, but deliberately avoiding the place she wants you the most.

When you finally slide a finger into her, Wanda arches up, trying to chase the feeling, to get more. But you pin her hips down with your free hand, your fingers moving tantalizingly slow inside her. Her breath hitches as you curl them upwards, applying pressure to that sensitive spot.

Wanda's eyes screw shut, her moans spilling out uncontrollably now. Just as she's getting accustomed to the rhythm of your fingers, you press your tongue to her clit. Her entire body shudders, the dual assault threatening to push her over the precipice.

Her whimpers grow more frantic, “Please, Y/N... Please,” a broken mantra, pleading for mercy or release, perhaps even both. But you pull back just a fraction whenever she nears her climax, drinking in her desperation. You watch her intently, taking sadistic pleasure in every twitch, every moan, every teardrop that slips from her eyes. She's on a razor's edge, strung taut, teetering between madness and ecstasy.

She pants heavily, eyes darting around the room in pure desperation, her every nerve ending screaming for release. You can see it, the raw need in her eyes, and the way her body trembles uncontrollably. With an almost wicked grin, you dive back down between her thighs.

Her whole body tenses as your tongue works fervently against her swollen clit. Your fingers find their way back inside her, thrusting hard and fast, in sharp contrast to the tantalizing teasing you’d given her before.

“Y/N,” she moans out loudly, her voice breaking from the strain of holding back for so long. But you don’t give her any room to breathe; you press on, your motions frenzied and insistent.

“Come.”

And then, all at once, she shatters.

“Fuck, fuck! I’m coming!” Wanda cries, her hips bucking uncontrollably, her warm essence splashing onto your chin. Her back arches off the floor, her fingers clawing at the carpet, as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her. Her trembling arms wrap around your neck as you continue to fuck her through her orgasm. You silently observe Wanda as she regains her breath, her eyes closed and her chest rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern. Her brown hair cascades over the floor, resembling a fallen angel consumed by the depths of the earth.

Wanda's face is stained with tears. However, it is only when she becomes conscious of a droplet landing on her nose that she realizes she is not the one shedding them. Cautiously, as if she’s afraid of what she might see, she opens her eyes and looks up at you.

It’s the only picture of vulnerability in you that she’ll see for the rest of the night, and her own eyes well up, struck by the realization that you can never hurt her the way she’s hurt you. 

You interpret the look on her face as pity and angrily wipe your eyes with the back of your hand. “This doesn’t mean anything to me.” you mutter scathingly, even as your lips quiver from the struggle of detaching yourself from your emotions. 

Wanda’s hands reach out to cradle your face. “I know,” she whispers.

“Then why are you agreeing to this?”

“I never stopped being yours,” Wanda whispers with a voice filled with fractures, and it's only your warm and solid presence that keeps her from falling apart. “It’s just how it is.”

You taste the bitterness in your tears, mixed with the metallic tang of blood from your lip from how harshly you’ve been biting down on it. How could she utter those words to you, knowing that someone else had gotten to know her so intimately in this manner? 

Whatever Wanda thought she did, no matter how many times she claimed it didn’t mean anything, however briefly it was–she gave bits of herself to Vision; her body, her mind, her words, her time. Those are the things that you can’t get back. Things you can’t replace. Things you can’t account for. 

Lies after lies, you think bitterly. 

And yet, it only intensifies your desire to claim her one more time. To remind her what she had traded away for illicit pleasure. To ruin her for everyone else.

“Again,” you demand, the mask of indifference returning to replace the face that Wanda loves the most. 

And that seals it–whatever this is. Wanda knows that this can’t end well.

But she couldn’t find it in her heart to care.

"Okay," she mumbles, her voice carrying weariness and resignation.

You wrap her shaking legs around your waist while your arms provide a secure embrace around her back. And then, with her clinging to you like a mindless puppet, you push yourself off the ground and onto your feet, Wanda along with a strength that astonishes both of you.

Wanda buries her head into the crook of your neck, hot tears slipping from her eyes as you carry her to the bedroom.

[slashv1xen]

Hi! Love your blog! 💗

So glad Otis is getting some recognition. Niche characters ftw!

I was wondering what about Otis x female reader one shot, where the reader is also a serial killer and when he tries to capture her she tries to kill him. A total twisted and crazy gal, same as him. :D

hi tysm it means a lot. i love ur blog too!

oneshot 💗

“shh…just stay still and no one needs to get hurt…” he cooed, one hand clasped firmly to your waist and the other pressing to your mouth, forcing you to be quiet.

your eyes were wide open out of shock. it was late at night, and you were walking out of the gas station after paying the worker (who unbeknownst to you was captain spaulding), when this man came after you.

you were now doing everything in your power to stop him from getting you into his truck. you clawed at him, pulled his hair, punched, screamed, everything you tried just didn't work.

'just how strong is this guy?'

he, however, was getting a rush, a kick almost, from your immediate reaction to escape. it thrilled him, to see you so powerless in comparison to him.

you managed to get out of his grasp when you jabbed two of your fingers in his eyes. he let go and groaned in pain, covering his eyes. you jumped out of his arms and turned to see him.

you grabbed a large branch a few metres away from you and with a couple of steps you began hitting him with all your might.

he did not expect this from you. with each hit, he staggered, screaming obscenities at you and growling, clearly livid.

"fuckin' bitch! i'm gonna kill you!"

you rolled your eyes, still hitting him.

"shut the fuck up!"

he managed to catch the stick before it hit him and he threw it away. you, now scared, began running. he followed you and pulled you to the floor. he pinned you down, him on top of you. when he looked down on your face, he gave a smile that was oddly nerve-wracking.

"well now, ain't you just a pretty thing?"

you, naturally disgusted, squirmed, trying to get out of his strong hold on you.

"let me go!"

he laughed, with a shit eating grin on his face. he leaned in and gave you a kiss on the forehead. he then stood you up off the ground, his hands still pressing firmly into your skin, and with all his might he grabbed your hair and forced your head down onto the ground.

your vision began to darken, and you felt yourself being carried. you heard the man talk again, but you were so disoriented you weren't sure if you were hearing things.

"i ain't ever gon' hurt you, sweet pea. this is just how it's gotta be."

hi hi, this was such a fun oneshot to write! i'm thinking of writing a part two so if you want that please let me know. also idk if this was what you were thinking because now that i'm rereading it there's not a lot of themes of the reader being as crazy as him. so if i do write a part two then i feel it will be more interesting?? idk, tell me what you think. thank you for the request!!