#AHHH MY HEART HAS GOOSEBUMPS

[chichikoi]

THAT ONE PART IS FAITH BY THE WEEKND starts crying

[marc-spectorr]

𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒎

pairing: duke leto atreides x fem!reader

summary: It's the night before your wedding to Duke Leto Atreides and he finds you struck by panic about your future in Caladan.

warnings: 3.1k wc. arranged marriage, panic attack, anxiety, mentions of conceiving. my limited dune-lore knowledge. soft!leto.

a/n: first leto fic ahhh!! i may or may not write more parts to this in the future. i had so many ideas but if i wrote them all in one fic, it would be a long one (not to mention it would take 1001 years to finish and post). anyway, feedback is very much appreciated! hope you enjoy :)

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Caladan.

There is a beauty to it that you cannot deny. It's captivating from the very first glance. An indescribable sight, unparalleled to anywhere else in the universe.

Of all the worlds you could be in at this moment, a part of you is glad it's Caladan. In spite of the circumstances that brought you here, you try to be grateful for it. Surely, there are worse places to live on than this.

Here, the ocean is vast, stretching far beyond the starlit horizon. A fresh breeze carries the salty scent of the water towards you. It tickles your skin as if it were a feather, the light coolness sending goosebumps along your arms. You tug your shawl more closely around your shoulders.

It is far from the hot desert landscape you know and love. Despite its recent hardships, that planet was once home to you. It still is. You wonder how long it will be before you consider Caladan as such. It's been one week since your arrival, and you're in a period of adjustment, which in truth, has not been too easy.

The beach is empty, unsurprising as the moon has moved far past its highest point in the sky. You can't sleep. You haven't for so long. Similar to all the nights prior, you had tossed and turned endlessly under silken sheets before deciding to go for a walk. You found no comfort in your bed despite the mattress beneath you being the softest there ever was.

It could be the chambers themselves, surrounded by four dark walls that are still very much foreign to you. You must get used to it, you remind yourself. In fact, it's more than just a room that you must get used to.

Tomorrow, your life will change more than it already has when you moved to Caladan.

Tomorrow is the wedding—your wedding. Many esteemed members of the Great Houses will be in attendance, alongside your closest family and friends, who are now worlds away from you. They will all be present to witness you exchange vows with Duke Leto Atreides, a man you barely know.

You exhale a deep, long sigh and draw your knees under your chin. Gentle waves lap onto the shore, the white foam almost reaching your toes before ebbing away. You watch in comfortable silence, the hypnotic rhythm of the waves creating a sense of calm.

Unwittingly, your mind combs through recent events. You spent plenty of these last few days surrounded by those more interested in your upcoming nuptials than you are. You've grown weary of feigning smiles every second in their company, of pretending to be okay when you are far from it.

You feel alone. You are alone.

It’s a sacrifice—leaving behind the life you had to help your struggling home world. Things are changing faster than the time you have to process them. But you can't afford to wait—the sooner you marry Leto, the sooner your father and your people's burdens will go away.

You are doing the right thing. The noble thing. It's what you were raised to do. The last thing you wish is to be seen as a disappointment.

Still, it doesn't mean you have your worries and doubts. You lack experience, having never courted someone before. You question whether or not you would be fit to be a wife to the stranger who is the Duke of Caladan. You're well aware of the responsibilities you would have to uphold, the expectation that one day you will need to bear him an heir…

You shut your eyes, trying to push past the feeling of your heart starting to pick up and thud heavily against your ribs. But the pit of anxiety gnawing at your stomach grows and grows, and it's a losing battle. Not even the ocean waves that mesmerized you moments ago could distract you from the mounting panic inside.

Your thoughts batter you from within like a storm raging out of control. The pressure and expectations others have on you— that you have on yourself— can't be stopped. 

They're too loud; they refuse to be ignored this time around.

Your body trembles, your breaths are short and shallow, and it feels like you are drowning; you're helplessly caught in a dangerous current that pulls you under the water. The weight in your chest drags you down and deeper, sinking and sinking until you hit the very bottom of the depths of your own mind, deprived of any air, any light.

It's only until a voice calls out your name over and over again that you resurface. Warm, gentle hands urge you to sit right back up, and you don't have it in you to fight against them. You don't remember curling up on your side, wound in a tight little ball, nearly burrowing yourself into the sand bed as if wanting to be swallowed whole.

"Breathe, darling... Listen to my voice and just breathe, alright? One... two... three..."

You can't see him, not through the hot, stinging tears obscuring your eyes. But you can hear him. His voice's hazy, soft lull is strangely familiar, yet you cannot place whose it is.

He coaxes you repeatedly, and you focus on his words as if they are your one and only lifeline—as if they are the calming waves reaching the shoreline. 

You do as he says. You breathe.

"One... two... three... That's it, my lady. Deep breaths for me, and again— one... two... three... Good girl, and again. Breathe..."

You're unsure how long has passed by the time your heart slows, and your breathing evens out. Your blurred vision clears once your tears have settled, and your eyes widen when you recognize the face before you.

Duke Leto Atreides kneels beside you, dressed in a manner you have never seen him in. He has on a loose white shirt and dark lounge bottoms, his graying head of curls mussed by the wind blowing past.

You're uncertain why he's at the beach alone at this late hour despite being seemingly ready for bed. Perhaps concerned guards informed him of your wandering about the castle in the dead of night. Did he come all this way in search of you?

Leto’s dark eyes search your face for the reason of your distress. Embarrassment sweeps over your cheeks— you cannot imagine how much of a pitiful mess you look. God, what if you've ruined it? What if seeing you this way, so weak, and frightened, and pathetic, has Leto wishing to rescind his agreement to marry you? What if, what if—

"Hey, shh… Relax. There is no need to fret," Leto soothes. He must have seen the worry in your eyes, but instead of ridicule as you anticipated, he looks at you with concern.

You cast your gaze down, catching sight of your hand in his. He hasn't let go of it since finding you, and when he notices your muscles tense up from the anxiety that seizes your body once more, he squeezes.

Leto squeezes your hand firmly but nowhere near the point of pain. His words are a quiet murmur in your ears. "Don't go back there, darling. Stay here, on this beach. Squeeze my hand back so I know you're here with me. Can you do that for me, please?"

With his other hand, Leto places a finger under your chin to tip it upwards, meeting your eyes. Again, he holds your hand tightly and brushes his thumb over your knuckles. You concentrate on him, matching your breaths to his. The tension starts to slip away bit by bit, and when it does, you finally squeeze his hand back.

"There you go. Just breathe, you're alright," Leto murmurs with a small smile. It dawns on you how close he is when the sound of the ocean becomes second to his voice. "Better?"

You swallow, then nod following a brief pause, not trusting yourself to speak.

Moving slowly so as not to startle you, Leto picks up your shawl from the ground, dusting it clean of grains of sand before draping it over your shoulders.

You expect him to leave, seeing you have regained some semblance of composure. You much prefer that he would. You can't handle explaining to Leto what was wrong. Is wrong.

The air turns silent as you face the water, wiping the dried-up tears from your cheeks with your fingers. You don't see Leto in your peripheral vision, but he's there, watching you. You can feel it.

"Here," you hear Leto say. Glancing to the side, you find him still sitting next to you. He offers his handkerchief, gently motioning it toward you when he senses your hesitation.

With the slightest smile, you accept the piece of cloth, whispering a "thanks" and looking away. 

It occurs to you then that this is your first true moment with Leto. Before today, you had only seen glimpses of him. The most time you have spent with him was during your first encounter, and even then, it wasn't for long.

You chalked it up to Leto having no genuine interest in you. Why would he? He has duties that are much more pressing than entertaining you.

It's not much of a surprise. It would be wrong of you to expect for more. Ultimately, this marriage is not one for love but born out of necessity. A political alliance. A guarantee that your people will be well taken care of. That's the agreement.

Not to mention, you've heard them— those hushed talks amongst the servants and guards about how Caladan does not stand to gain anything from the union.

They are not wrong; many have supposedly expressed concern, including members of the Duke's inner circle. You wonder if he will come to regret his decision one day.

"You've had quite a fright there."

Leto's voice cuts through the silence between you. He shuffles from behind, sitting where he can better see you. You stop yourself from glancing down; it would be rude, and you don't want to tarnish both your image and your family's name even more than you already have.

"I-I am deeply sorry, my lord. You shouldn't have to see that," you manage to get out, catching the way Leto's brows knit together in response.

"There's no shame in such. Why apologize?" he asks you in a soft tone. "And please, there's no need for formalities. Call me Leto. After all, we are betrothed to one another."

Your throat suddenly dries at the reminder that the man before you is your soon-to-be husband. You wring your hands in your lap and give him a nod, skirting from answering his earlier question.

Leto is quick to pick up your nervousness. You can almost see his brain working to piece it all together and grasp what was happening when he stumbled upon you.

You dread what words Leto might say, fearing they will be judgments made against you. You hide from his piercing stare, picking at your nails until a pair of rough yet gentle hands gathers yours, halting you.

Leto squeezes your hands softly, very much like he did before, and it soothes the part of you that has always ached but you could never get rid of.

"You do not have to carry your burdens alone, my lady," Leto murmurs, leaning to catch your eyes once more, and he does. "Whatever it is, unload it on me. Now, tell me what's wrong."

It's almost cruel that your instinct is to doubt him. But if the sincerity bleeding into his voice wasn't enough for you to give him a chance, then it's the tenderness in his gaze. You see the understanding in them, the concern and genuine desire to ease your troubles away.

Your initial perception of Leto has been wrong. You've been wary of him. Intimidated. But this is no man holding no care for you. He could have easily walked away after finding you amidst a fit. Instead, he stayed. He's here when you were convinced he would never find the time to be.

You open up to Leto like a floodgate, admitting to him the thoughts that plagued your mind from the day you learned about this marital arrangement, your nervousness for tomorrow's wedding and your fear of solitude in Caladan in the days that would follow.

You feel selfish, guilty even, for saying all of this out loud. You have no right to complain when the locals here have treated you with only kindness. Others would dream of being in your shoes—of living in a beautiful land, gaining an honorable title, and having a husband who would make you the envy of many.

Why must a blessing cause you great grief?

Leto listens to every word with undivided attention. He lets you speak freely and honestly, never once interfering between your sobs and sentences. He clears his throat only when the whispering waves of the ocean have lingered in the space between the two for some time.

"You are right when you said some of my advisors opposed me marrying you," Leto begins softly, gauging every bit of your reaction as he speaks. "They told me it would bring no benefit to House Atreides—that all we'll do is use up precious time and resources for a dying planet already beyond saving. Their words, not mine."

There is a quiet beat. Leto glances towards the horizon, where the first faint inklings of dawn break through the skies. He continues: "I realized then that those men do not uphold the same values I believe in. Caladan has more than enough riches to go around. There is no humanity in turning a blind eye to people's suffering—especially when we have it in our power to provide aid.

"I've had plenty of disagreements with my advisors, but I couldn't allow those without hearts to remain on my council. My lack of presence is not because I had no interest in getting to know you. Rather, I was ensuring those who showed little care for my bride and her ancestral land no longer served as advisors of mine—a task that regrettably stole time I would have spent with you."

You fall silent. The breath that leaves you seemingly takes more of the load on your being. Your respect for Leto grows. You see now the kind, thoughtful, benevolent man he is. 

How could you have been so wrong about him? You'd been irrational, too assuming. So afraid he would turn out to be the complete opposite when he gave you no valid reason that he's such. You should not have been quick to judge his character when you had known nothing about him in the first place.

"I... thank you, my lor—Leto," you eventually say, turning to him. Shame and remorse cling to your tongue. "I am terribly sorry again. Had my mind been sound, I would've realized my distress is unwarranted."

"Nonsense. You're overwhelmed; your worries were reasonable. All I want is the two of us to be on the same page," Leto replies. The warm smile that adorns his lips when you correct yourself and address him by name lingers. “Let's start over, shall we then?"

You watch as he stands on his feet, reaching out his hand towards you. With Leto's help, you pull yourself up from the sandy floor, shaking off the pins and needles stinging your limbs. He holds his hand out once more, this time for a handshake.

"Hello, I am Leto and welcome to Caladan. It is a pleasure to meet you and an honor to have your presence here."

A smile blooms across your face as you shake his hand, formally introducing yourself to Leto the way he had. "I cannot thank you enough for agreeing to this. I, my father, and our people are eternally grateful for your generosity."

Leto makes a small bow of his head, capturing your hand between his own. Something inside you feels lighter now. The air around you, once thick like water, isn't anymore.

"You will no longer have to worry about your home world. I will make certain they receive all that they need—as for you, as well. I am here for you, even if it's simply as an ear to listen."

A pause. Leto's voice melts a touch softer. He looks at you with eyes deep and brown as the bark of a pine. "In a matter of hours, you and I will wed. It's merely for formality's sake. What goes on between us as husband and wife is nobody's business but ours. Please know that I ask for and expect nothing in return for agreeing to this arrangement. You will never be forced to do anything you do not wish to. Ever. Is that understood?"

You take in Leto's words, becoming aware of the unspoken ones, those hidden between the lines. Their implications settle on you, and you let out a quiet breath of relief into the air.

"I do," you assure before adding, for what could be the hundredth time since Leto has joined you, "Thank you."

“You’re welcome, my lady.”

The sun peaks over the skyline, casting bright golden rays over Caladan. Leto briefly glances in the distance, the silver strands of his mane and beard catching the light, and they glimmer before your eyes. He smiles wide, the lines on his face crinkling as he watches the sunrise.

You also find yourself smiling, spending a moment more studying Leto's profile before turning to what's ahead of you.

Caladan takes your breath away, even more so in the daylight. You can fully appreciate it now that the storms in your mind have passed, and it's as clear as the skies.

"It's a beautiful day to get married." Leto remarks as the two of you gaze out to the water. After basking in the peaceful silence, he meets your eyes again, offering you his arm like a gentleman would. "Come, let me escort you back to your room. We both should rest up a bit before the festivities start."

Nodding in agreement, you quietly say goodbye to the ocean and allow Leto to guide you away from the beach. The sand beneath your shoes eventually turns to a rocky pathway at the foot of Castle Caladan, its grandeur towering over you.

A warm hand slips into yours.

"From now on, you will never feel alone," Leto says, pressing a soft squeeze to your hand. His hold is comforting, and reassuring. “You will always have me at your side, darling. I promise you that."

You smile at Leto, feeling something tender unfold in your chest when he returns a smile of his own.

You believe him, and for once, you think you will be okay.

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taglist: @pigeonmama

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[saintels]

High make out sessions with dealer ellie where everything is soft and slow because the reader is new to weed/drugs and she’s scared and ellie wants to make her feel better

ahhh i think dealer! ellie is one of my favourites. i see a lot of people write stuff similar to this (and i eat it up everytime, i love it).

dealer! ellie x f! reader | warnings: smut, mentions of smoking/marijuana, fingering, soft dom ellie, minor praise kink.

her slender fingers skim the smooth skin of your plush thighs, her feathery touch raising goosebumps in its trail. her kisses are deep, fiery with growing lust and swirling of erotic desire. her hand comes up to cup your cheek as her tongue glides into your mouth, slipping over your own.

she has you laid on your back on her sofa, head propped and secured comfortably by her softest cushions. she cradles your cheek in one of her hands, the other moving to the back of your knee as she pulls your leg to hook around her hip so she can begin to grind her crotch against you.

everything is slow and fuzzy, warmth spreading over your body regardless of your lack of clothes. a thin sheen of sweat beads on your skin, heart racing in your chest as anxiety fills your conscious. ellie’s hand comes up to pass over your dampened baby hairs, her face hidden in your neck as she whispered sweet nothings as her slim fingers collect your sticky arousal on their tips.

“that’s it, baby,” she coos as her fingers slip into you, “breathe through it, angel. good girl.”

her words elicit a soft whimper from your lips, one of your hands clasping the back of her neck where the wisps of her short locks tickle your knuckles. your other hand grips the hard muscles of her biceps, trying your best to ground yourself.

“look at me, babe,” she says, placing a gentle kiss over your eye lids, “focus on me.”

your lashes flutter open to reveal the blown, dilated pupils and bloodshot whites that compliment the gorgeous flush of your warm cheeks. your high just looks so pretty.

“hey, baby,” she smiles down at you, whispers barely heard between the sound of your heart thumping in your ears and the sound of ellie’s fingers squelching with your pearly juices.

“what’re you feeling?” she asks, trained on your eyes to make sure you stay with her, “i know that new strand was a bit intense, shouldn’t have let you take as much.”

you had smoked about two blunts and eaten five gummies when your world became hazy, the walls closing in on you.

“tummy-” you blabber quietly, licking your lips as your mouth goes dry, “feels funny. feel hot, els.”

ellie chuckles, watching your face contort with the weightless euphoria of your release. your eyes become tired as you slouch into the crevice between the seat of the sofa and it’s backing.

ellie brings her fingers to her face, lips wrapping around her digits as she licks off the cloudy liquid coating them.

“yeah,” ellie smirks, brushing the strays from your cheek, “i think we need to take it a whole lot slower next time. hey, princess?”.

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[m3-kk]

Sharing my TCF notes because sharing is caring 😬 ⬇️. (All of them… so far)

Ch. 086- sad time for Raon :(. REVENGE HAHAHA LETSGOOOO

Ch. 335- Eruhaben protect Roan & Cale from ugly WS 😆

Ch. 352- Cale’s greatest fear…😭

Ch. 378- Choi’s uncle (DS) left info book written in KOREAN?!?! 😵

Ch. 394- Letter from Death & shiz show😬

Ch. 395- CALE IS AFRAID?!?! 😱

Ch. 401- “Plavin was laughing on the outside but crying on the inside.”😌

Ch. 404- “And Miss Cage, please cuss out the God of Death for me.” -Cale 😇

Ch. 411- They were talking about the Lion King (person) and I thought they were talking about the movie 😭

Ch. 414- Choi Han woke up crying “Kim Rook Soo” 😰

Ch. 415- “What am I supposed to call the friend of my nephew once removed?” -Choi Han 😳

Ch. 423- “Oh, by the way, the original owner of your body is living well too. He said he is happy.” -Lee Soo Hyuk ☺️

Ch. 423- CALE CRIES! BABY NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! 😰

“It's a new record! You were unconscious for 20 days, 1 hour, 32 minutes, and 19 seconds!”- Roan Miru🤠

Ch. 431-

“You son of a bitch!” -Bear King

"Why am I your son? Such an idiot.”

-Whale Archie🫡

Ch. 434- Which Henituse sibling wants to become what?🥱👑⚔️

Ch. 435- Sworn brothers 🤞

Ch. 455- Ron says he has a cute young master (Cale) who he doesn’t want to disappoint.🥹

Also that Roan is cuter than Cale 😂

Ch. 457- “This is nice.” Beacrox commented before swinging his greatsword horizontally.🙂

Ch. 461- Cale’s merchant name is Bob XD

Ch. 465- The Sound of the Wind was a top underneath a boulder surrounded by whirlpools.

The Indestructible Shield was a pit under the tree.

The Scary Giant Cobblestone was a stone in the Super Rock villa.

The Fire of Destruction was a sculpture at the center of the magma.

The Vitality of the Heart was a stone pillar at the center of a whirlwind.

The Sky Eating Water was a chained spear.

Ch. 476- More Dragon Family Drama wtf

Ch. 481- To the Fake World Tree

Ch. 501- Illusion of Other World..RAMEN!

Ch. 504- Stick from World Tree (Cale’s blood is special?!)

Ch. 515- Vampire Duke Fredo (seems nice)

Ch. 516- Demonic Race, Rosalyn, White Star after cookie prince?! NOOO

Ch. 520- WEAKLING. Alberu is a mage swordsman badass dark elf

Ch. 526- These brothers are so cute OMEGALUL

Ch.555- Sealed god test, wtf this is so sad I’m crying I’ve never been so genuinely sad

Ch. 559- CHOI HAN OUR LOVE THANKS🙏

Ch. 581- AWW BESTIEEE

Ch. 584- Cale saying he could beat 3 strong peeps

Ch. 589- Alberu goes to Blood Boulder

Ch. 601- AHH CALE BDAY AHHH

Ch. 612- THEY GAVE ALBERU A GUN!!

Ch. 618- Cale explains to LeeSooHyuk the truth

Ch. 622- HOMEEEEEEEE AYYAYAAY

Ch. 627- @Capital w/ Dad y Alberu YAY

Ch. 628- BUBBLEGUM PINK DRAGON

Ch. 629- We are a big family!

Ch. 631- 5 FUCKIN DRAGONS AHHH-

[THE AUTHOR STARTS SAYING SHIT LIKE “IN THE FUTURE.. “ LIKE F U MAKIN ME ALL SAPPY N STUFF WTH UGHHH!!!]

Ch. 640- 2 Cats are Molan house’s future 🥹.. They can’t go berserk?..

Ch. 645- Roan & Cale Solo Fight letsgo!!

Ch. 646- Cale uses ‘instant’ to destroy 2 unranked monsters.. I’m crying actually..

Ch. 647- wtf I’m crying, goosebumps fr

Ch. 649- Roan has grown so much 🥹

Ch. 652- COM. WITH EARTH 2 AHHHH—

Ch. 655- Cale is healing❤️ OG Cale!KRS

Ch. 656- SOO much info from OG Cale!!

Ch. 658- CALE IS AWAKEEE YAYA

Ch. 662- OMG Cale’s BioMom was cooking

Ch. 663- WE KNOW HOW TO KILL HIM HA

Ch. 670- World Tree-nim

Ch. 677- Explaining ALOT lore dump!!

CB. 681- WOW the end of that chap tho

Ch. 682- I stan Cale’s hatred for the White Star. We love the PJs! Alberu is moon that’s so *legs in air kicking*

Ch. 683- So are we gonna kill WS or whatt?

Ch. 684- HAHAH OMG CALE’S BDR POWER IS SO SCARY EVERYONE THINKS ITS THE WS!! HAHAH ITS CALE’S THOOO

Ch. 685- omg.. DANGGG!! Our Cale is truly terrifying! New Pokémon acquired! White star!! 😏 wait we have a tiny WS in our pocket how cute! 🥰

Ch. 686- HAHA BOOM BOOM 💥

Ch. 688- Rashell says he wouldn’t be able to sleep if many humans died 🥰

Ch. 689- ROCK SHEILD LETSGOOO

Ch. 694- DEAFEATED! Alberu faints and thinks he’s like Cale now 😭

Ch. 695- NAHH WE LOVEEE

Ch. 699- ENTERED THE TEMPLE! We can’t leave…? CALE IS GHOST AND WATCHING OTHERS TESTS HUHHH?!! (DespairTest2)

Ch. 700- This chapter is just amazing, these people are so smart ughhh I’m screaming! In a happy way tho

Ch. 701- OK we have Choi Han, Clopeh, Rosalyn and Cale so far.. MARYYY

Ch. 702- +1(Roan) Cale can use the cintamani to contact other world. PEOPLE CAN SEE HIM YAY!

Ch. 705- Talking with Cale & others through the Cintamani :>

Ch. 706- Tonka! And Dark elf Tasha&Alberu

Ch. 707- My heart, Alberu was so sad and lonely back then…

Ch. 709- Eruhaben! WS is badddd

Ch. 710- Whyyyy I’m actually feeling despair it’s so complicated ugh and no ones receiving correct info ughhhhh

Ch. 713- Mary is #GIRLBOSS for not being tricked! ❤️❤️

Ch. 717- So glad that was settled 😮‍💨

Ch. 718- So the test Cale was in wasn’t the original one so now we are doing the actual sadness test ok 👍

Ch. 719- WOW NOT CALE ALREADY FINISHING BLUE TEST.. also someone else?

Ch. 721- Toonka left the test, Cale met Choi Jung Gun, I’m I’m scared 😶

Ch. 722- Rosalyn finally put the tests goals into words! She’s so smart. I love herrr

Ch. 726- Cale confronts CJG and he’s being used as bait bc a hunter is here oh no. Cale is going to cause chaos ialrk

Ch. 727- WOWW Cale was about to be isekaied lol. Good thing we have ancient powers! 2 Hunters?! 🫣

Ch. 730- Cale actually skipped a level bfr

Ch. 731- Cale has to observe past Roan (during the night) and Alberu (during the day)

Ch. 732- FLIPPING OVER THE FIRST PRINCES PALACE HAHAHAHAGA

Ch. 735- Freeing Roan! Again Again?

Ch. 739- Still loving how Choi’s test is taking care of tiny KRS. Alberu test completed!!

Ch. 740- I’m loving Clopeh during this test so far. He knows his goals and he sticks to them. He’s crazy!

Ch. 744- Damn Dodam Miru. I think DM’s world is not an illusion. Cale “tricking” the Wrath test is crazy I love that sly bastard!

Ch. 745- Cale hates when the children hate their side dishes ahah! The Wrath test is actually really difficult it surprised me frfr! Clopeh & Cale are angy

Ch. 749- How dare this low-life Dorph ever consider sacrificing the great and mighty Roan Miru. I pour all of my hatred and anger toward him. He needs to die. 😡

Ch. 750- Finally! Flipping every over heh!

[michelleleewise]

**Hi I have a idea can you do a Loki and yn pov for me where y/n is Tony’s stark little sister and her and Loki have been secretly dating for a while and the team goes into Loki’s room and she is in Loki’s bed (awake) and Loki is getting dressed and there relationship gets exposed . Can you add some dirty morning talk to it please. I have a feeling it would make a great story.**

@obsessedwithtomhiddleston I hope I do this justice for you!!! Thank you sending this to me!!! 😁😁💚💚

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What He Doesn't Know...

Pairing: Avenger Loki x female reader

Warnings: secret relationship, pining, innuendos, mild smut (not graphic), denied orgasm, bit of angst, all the fluff

Summary: you and loki had been sneaking around for awhile, unbeknownst to your big brother, until one day the secret is out.

A/n-grapics by @harlequin-hangout

You bit your lip, watching Loki stride into the lab in all his regal glory. His impossibly long legs bringing him closer to you, feeling heat rise in your cheeks thinking about the strength hiding just beneath the layers of leather and metal, the muscles of his strong thighs flexing with each step making you remember last night, the way he came to your room bringing you to for bring over and over until you saw stars.

"Hello darling." He purred, snapping you out of your trance as you looked up into his deep green eyes "h..hey Loki." You smiled "oh dear, are you feeling quite well? You seem....flushed." He said leaning forward pressing the back of his hand to your forehead, the touch of his skin making you tingle. "Y..yes I'm fine, I just had a long night." You smiled as his hand slid across your skin leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear "I do hope it wasn't anything to...strenuous." He smiled, his pearl white teeth shining under the florescent lights. "Loki, i..." you started when door behind you opened.

"Hey sis, reindeer games what are you doing here?" Tony asked setting his coffee down "I found myself in need of stimulation, so I thought I would ask the lady here if she required any assistance but I do believe she has fallen ill Stark." Loki said, pulling his eyes from you looking at Tony. "Sis, is that true? Are you not feeling well?" He asked looking at you "you do seem a bit pale." He said "I'm fine!" You huffed clearing your throat "she is quite warm, I think she may need to lie down." Loki smirked looking back at you "yeah I have to agree, take the day off sis." Tony said sipping his coffee "but, i.." he cut you off raising his hand "no buts, go get some rest I'll see you tomorrow." He said walking off into the lab.

"Well, it seems you are free for the rest of the day." Loki smiled leaning on the table "loki, he's going to figure it out." You said sternly slipping your lab coat off "He may be a genius here on Midgard, but I assure he isn't that bright my dear." Loki said "and what is going to happen when he does hm?" You snarked raising an eyebrow at him "I wouldn't worry too much about that, besides what he doesn't know won't hurt him." Loki smiled walking with you to the door. "Now, allow me to nurse you back to health, I have just the thing to help you feel...rejuvenated." he purred holding his arm out. You looked back seeing tony engrossed in his latest project "you win this time laufeyson." You smiled looping your arm around his as he lead you into the hall.

"Y/n...ahhh...i...I yield! P..please.." Loki moaned, one hand gripping the bed post while the other balled the sheet beneath him in his fist. You knew after the fourth loay orgasm he was about to explode, but you just couldn't resist. "does my prince wish for...release." you purred holding your hips to his unmoving as you smiled down at him watching his chest rise and fall with each breath, his heart racing under your fingertips as you braced yourself on top of him "p..please y/n....yes..." he panted, his voice strained with his arousal, his eyes screwed shut as you lifted up beginning to rock back and forth "open those gorgeous eyes for me handsome." You panted, picking up your pace as his eyes met yours sending a jolt through you.

You flopped down on the bed, wiping the sweat from your forehead looking over at Loki, his cheeks red and flushed "so...you were saying?" You panted rolling to your side facing him. You watched him turn his head looking into your eyes, a softness in them you hadn't seen before filled them as he rolled over facing you "no one has ever made me surrender to them..." he trailed off running his long finger along your collar bone "but, I will always yield to you my love." He smiled leaning forward gently kissing you when your phone rang on the nightstand. "I should probably head to the lab." You said laying back down. "Yes, and I have a meeting with stark today regarding our last mission." Loki said pulling the blankets off of him, your face heating up as you studied his bare form, licking your lips thinking about how much you would love to sink your teeth into those thighs.

You shifted onto your stomach, watching as he walked into the closet coming back with a pair of black sweatpants you watched him step into them slowly pulling them up his long legs "Darling, you know..." he was cut off by the door opening, both of your eyes shooting to it "Horns, your late for our..." Tony trailed off, looking at the scene in front of him "Stark, have you not heard of knocking?" Loki snapped stepping between you and Tony shielding you. "Y/n...what are you doing here?" Tony asked side stepping him "and with him!" He yelled as Loki stepped in front of him again "Stark, I think there is a better time to discuss this." Loki said sternly as you sat up gripping the blanket to you. "Confrence room, ten minutes...both of you." Tony said turning and leaving.

You heard the door close with a loud clock as loki turned to look at you "are you alright love?" He asked stepping towards the bed. "Yeah he...what are we going to do?" You asked looking up at him. "We will need to tell him y/n, I'm afraid there is no way around it this time." He said slipping a shirt on as you found your clothes getting dressed "but if he...what if sends you away, or fires me, or..." you trailed off feeling the bed dip next to you, Loki's arm wrapping around your shoulder "no my love, he can't keep us apart. I will find a way to keep us together." He reassured you, kissing your temple. You nodded, slipping your shoes on as Loki stood holding his hand out to you "well, let us get this over with." He smiled. You linked your fingers with his pulling yourself up as he guided you to the door, opening it for you. Taking a deep breath you prepared for what was about to go down.

You walked hand in hand with Loki into the conference room seeing the entire team sat around the table as they all looked up at you "ok they're here, what's this about Tony?" Nat asked sitting back. "I called you all here to discuss.." you cut tony off walking to the front of the room "He wanted to let you all know about me and Loki." You said squeezing his hand seeing everyone looking at you. "Y/n, you can't be with him." Tony said crossing his arms "and why not?" You asked glaring at him "because.." Tony snapped back "yeah....why not?" Nat asked looking between you "I agree, I see no problem." Thor added as the rest of the team started mumbling their aggreance.

Tony sighed shaking his head "no sister of mine is going to date a homicidal lunatic." Tony said sternly. "Well then, I quit." You said gripping Loki's hand tighter "Darling, i.." loki started when you threw your hand up "I quit this company and i quit this family." You said waving between you and Tony "y/n, don't be ridiculous." Tony argued "no, if you can't accept my decision that has nothing to do with you I quit." You said sternly "now if you'll excuse me i need to go pack my desk." You said pulling Loki with you hearing the room errupt in arguing behind you. "I'm not sure that was a good idea love." Loki said pulling you back to him.

You looked up into his eyes smiling "do you love me Loki." You asked playing with the buttons of his shirt "more then anything." He said smiling back at you "then that's all I need, will you help me pack?" You asked "absolutely love." He said kissing your forehead. You made it to the lab, grabbing a couple of boxes you began packing everything, smiling when Loki whipped you around wrapping his arms around you "so...what say you we have one last tryst on this desk hmm?" He purred lifting you up genlty placing you on the now bare desk "lokiii...stop." you laughed as he leaned down kissing your neck "remember our first time...I had come down looking for stark and you were all alone.." he whispered against your skin, stepping between your parted legs

"The way your hair had slipped from your delicate pony tale." He said "the strap of your tank top dangerously close to sliding down your beautiful shoulder." He said kissing your collar bone. "Loki, i.." you were cut off by someone clearing their throat, looking over seeing Tony in the doorway. "Rei...Loki, could I please speak to my sister alone for a second?" He asked walking inside as Loki looked at you. You nodded kissing his cheek "if you need me I will be right outside...stark." He nodded to Tony walking into the hallway. "Listen sis..." you cut him off standing up "Tony, I don't want to hear it ok, just..." he cut you off "please, just listen for a second." He said leaning on the desk "ok fine, what Tony?" You asked crossing your arms

"You are right, it's not my business who you date. And whether I like him or not, It isn't my place to say anything so....I'm sorry." Tony said looking down "Well, Thank you Tony. But like I said of it's going to be an issue..." he cut you off again "y/n, your my sister and I love you. Nothing is going to change that, not even a crazy alien prince." He said laughing "I'd like you to stay, please." Tony said stepping forward. You smiled, wrapping your arms around him "thank you Tony." You said hugging him. "He's gonna be around alot more now huh?" He asked making you laugh "I love him Tony, so yes." You smiled seeing him nod "and he loves you?" He asked. "He does yes." You smiled "and he treats you well?" He asked holding your hand "better then I ever have been." You said "good, I wouldn't want to kill him." He said making you both laugh

"you could try." You heard Loki say as he walked back in, wrapping his arm around your shoulder "I'm staying Loki." You said seeing him smile "that is good to hear, you have a beautiful mind love." He said kissing your temple "loki.." Tony said holding his hand out "Stark.." Loki nodded grabbing his hand "take care of her yeah?" He said shaking his hand "I always will." Loki said looking into your eyes. "Well, I'll leave you two to it, I'll see you in the morning y/n." Tony said walking out. You looked up at Loki smiling "now, about the desk..." you winked as Loki leaned down kissing you deeply

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[bedoballoons]

Hello I suddenly had a idea since it's October

And thought of the anemo boys finding out that

Reader is a werewolf because of a full moon

Ahhh apologies you didn't get this in october! I hope you still enjoy the idea though because I loved writing it! Thank you for your request! <3

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂

{༻~Awoooo~༺}

CW: Slight fear in the characters, reader is a werewolf, fluffy in most but angst in Wanderers!! Xiao has a bird form!!

(Includes: Venti, Kazuha, Heizou, Wanderer, and Xiao!)

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𑁍༄Venti:

"Are...are you okay?" Venti reached a hand out to you, his face pale and body shaking with the cold of the spooky night. He could barely make out your shadow in the light of the full moon, you were groaning in pain...body shifting before his eyes in ways his brain didn't know how to handle. "H-hello?"

Your head turned, no longer that of a humans, but of a ravage beast with almost glowing yellow eyes and sharp teeth. He was petrified in place, unable to move even a inch as you drew closer... you could never hurt him...you wanted him to know it was okay. "I'm...not dangerous...I swear."

He fell to the ground, back against the tree as you closed the distance, gently tapping your nose to his knee and hoping with all your heart.. he'd still accept you after finding out your big bad secret. He closed his eyes tightly, reaching out a shaky hand to touch your soft fur. Once he did he seemed to ease up...still finding the whole situation jarring, but no longer scary and definitely not enough to end what you shared.

𑁍༄Kazuha:

Kazuha was trying his best to stay calm, but seeing you in the bright moonlight with fur that ruffled in the wind and hearing your howl when you caught the look in his eyes...it was alot for him. "W-what's going on? What h-happened to you?" He had goosebumps all over his skin and his heart was pounding so loud that your sensitive ears heard it like a beating drum, but he still kneeled down in front of you...wanting not to run away...but make sure you that you were alright, even though he was scared he still cared about you.

"I'm okay...I promise. I just...don't want you to think I'm going to hurt you, just because I'm like this doesn't make me a monster..."

"I know you won't, I guess my mind got the better of me...no matter if you have claws and sharp teeth or soft hands and sweet smiles, I will always love you."

𑁍༄Heizou:

𑁍༄Wanderer:

"I knew it..."

Those words were anything but what you were expecting...had he really found out your secret before the moon had even been full. "H-how could you possibly have known? I know you're a-a detective but-"

"But I know you and I love you, so obviously I tend to notice things about you more often than you do. I wasn't entirely sure if my hypothesis could be true...I just had a inkling."

"And...do you hate me for it..?"

"Not in the slightest, you're the love of my life and if anything it just makes me all the more curious about you. I want to learn everything."

"W-what are you? Why do you look like that?" Wanderer looked at you...something almost like betrayal painted on his features while you stared back at him with wide yellow eyes,..unable to ease his feelings. "I'm...a werewolf...and I look like this because of the full moon, but I promise it's not bad. I don't want to hurt anyone or be a monster, I didn't even want you to find out..."

"I wish I hadn't."

𑁍༄Xiao:

Xiao kneeled down in front of you, his eyes meeting yours as he watched you intensely...you were shocked to see him unfazed by your change from the moon. "Xiao...you're not... surprised?" He shook his head, slowly reaching out to touch your fur as he whispered quietly under his breath, "I wouldn't say not surprised... it's more like...I understand."

"What.."

He sighed, pulling away so you could watch in awe as he changed too, his body shrinking into that of a birds and dark teal feathers now taking place of his normal skin...he was more like you than you ever could have known.

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

[bisexualcage]

hey! first off, i just wanna say i love your writing and the way you write johnny! if you’re comfortable with it, would you write a johnny x reader fic where reader is asexual (can be any gender) and tells johnny one night and thinks he’s gonna be like upset or whatever by the news but he’s actually really supportive and asks about it to learn more? and maybe at some point reader or johnny’s friend (or honestly just a random stranger would work too lol) asks how reader can be asexual but romantic at the same time?

totally not based off a convo i had with my friend lmao

- Hey! Thank you so much ahhh ❤️ Took my time with this one, hope you like it and that I hope did some sort of justice for ace rep <3, p.s changed a few things up

Shades of Black, Grey, White, & Purple /

Johnny Cage x Gender Neutral!Asexual Reader

warnings: brief dialogue about intimacy, sex ect.

An: I proofread this pretty quickly lol

“You haven’t touched your food, honey…”

Johnny and you decided to attend a pride parade, with that came some hot greasy foods and just overall a good time. It was Johnny’s first time attending one with you, according to him he’s a “pride parade veteran” which made you laugh. But despite the laughs and the great atmosphere you couldn’t help but grow sour at what was growing inside of you and what’s been eating at you for weeks now since you’ve both been dating.

You snap out of your trance as you hear Johnny’s voice echo in your ear; “Oh- yeah- my bad.” you take a bite out of your corn dog and chuckle.

Johnny of course didn’t buy it, he shrugged it aside for the sake of having a good time but you could tell that he could tell something has been up lately. An occasional fan of his would stop him for a selfie or two as you both admired the different pride flags being waved in display and ate food, his arm around your waist as he pulled you against his side. Music blasted in the background and whistles went off as people walked down the street celebrating, it was such an inviting and welcoming atmosphere.

Johnny takes a bite out of your corn dog without much warning and grinned, “Hey, you ain’t eating it so I might as well.”

You chuckle back and lean your head against his shoulder as you both walked, but pause as soon as you spot an huge asexual flag being waved by a person. Your heart beat went fast, your skin turning warm. You’ve been doing research on asexuality for a while now, it’s been keeping you up at night and has consumed most of your days. Trying to figure out if that was missing puzzle piece you needed. Seeing another person identify the same way made you earn goosebumps and it gave you a contagious smile that Johnny quickly took notice of.

“Aw, what’s up baby? See something you like that isn’t me?” He says cockily but with a playful tone, his shades shining against the sun.

You roll your eyes and elbow him softly with a snort; “Shut up, Johnny.” You smile at him. His eyes follow yours and they see how you’re staring at the big flag a few feet away, he raises his eyebrow but doesn’t question it.

“Say, I’m not that knowledgeable about pride flags, care to tell me a few?”

You snort, “I thought you said you were a ‘Pride Veteran’.”

Johnny laughs, “And I am! I just haven’t studied up on all the flags yet. I mean, I know the rainbow one and the bisexual one.”

“I’d be concerned you being a bisexual man and not knowing those.” You snort loudly.

Johnny bites his lip at your teasing and leans in to kiss your cheek, “So you gonna tell me a few other flags?”

You hum, thinking about the asexual flag but quickly shove it aside seeming as you’re not ready to open that can of worms yet. “…oh there’s the lesbian flag, it’s all pinkish and reddish!”

Johnny’s eyes light up, “Oh yeah? I think I saw that one being flown early I was wondering what it was!”

You chuckle as you continue to tell him about a few other flags, like the trans flag and the non binary one. It was fun seeing him so engaged in queer culture, his eyes light up like a Christmas tree when he sees you explaining them. An ice cream vendor with a little cart comes in to view suddenly and Johnny almost jumps at the sight, running to the man and dragging you with him.

“What flavors you got?” Johnny said a bit too excitedly at the vendor.

“Coconut, passion fruit-“ the vendor went on.

“PASSION FRUIT?!” You interrupt, your mouth watering. “Can I have passion fruit please?!”

Johnny looked at you an unmistakable warmth in his eyes and shook his head at your enthusiasm. “I’ll have the same as this nerd over here.” He elbows you playfully.

The vendor quickly got to scooping passion fruit ice cream in to 2 cups and handing them over to you both, you begin licking the soft serve immediately.

“How much is it?” Johnny takes out his wallet like it was an automatic thing, he always refused to let you pay no matter how much you insisted to him so you just let him eventually.

“6 bucks.” The vendor said with a smile.

Johnny laughed and shook his head, “Look man, I only have 100$ dollar bills on me— I don’t have change but take it. It’s fine-“

The vendor puts up his hands, “No sir, I can’t do that-“

Johnny grabs the man’s hand and places the 100$ dollar bill in his palm, “Take it. I have too many of these anyways. Give out the rest of the ice cream if you want to the rest of the pride parade. Say it’s a gift from Johnny Cage, okay?” Johnny smiles warmly and pulls you to walk with him while you both consumed the icy treat in the warm summer weather.

“Man, you didn’t even let him refuse-“ you laugh, warmth overtaking your cheeks at his philanthropic behavior he always exhibited.

Johnny licked the creamy ice cream down, giving you a look, “You know me honey, I’m stubborn.”

“Well- not just stubborn but caring.” You give him a kiss on the cheek.

Johnny blushes, “Oh zip it.”

“I love seeing you red, sorry!”

As you both finish your ice cream the pride parade seems to settle down a bit and so you both take a seat on a park bench, enjoying each others company. Johnny kept looking at you every few seconds, not hiding his infatuation with you. At the back of your head you were struggling with how to break the news to him with your asexuality. It ate at you every day and you can no longer take it, it scared you how he’d react even though he’s never given you a reason to. Always been keen to learn more and never judged people on sexuality or identity but still.

You take a deep breath and look at him shyly, playing with your hands as birds flew over you both and the sun toasted your skins. “I gotta tell you something…” you trail off, not really making eye contact with him.

Johnny spotted your jittery behavior and placed a muscly arm around your shoulders; “Please, don’t tell me you like pineapple on pizza.” He jokes, trying to make you laugh while you were clearly struggling to look at him.

You snort loudly, his joke working in making you lighten up a bit. “Remember how I told you how I’d tell you whenever I’d be ready for…more intimidate things? I’m not sure that’s gonna happen.”

Johnny nodded, his expression growing serious and his eyebrows furrowing with worry.

“…been thinking a while on this and I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m…” you continue and grow red, swallowing hard.

“It’s okay, honey. Tell me.” Johnny whispers in you ear, rubbing your shoulder tenderly.

“I’m- I’m asexual.” You blurt out, closing your eyes tightly.

Johnny stays quiet thinking deeply, going through word choices carefully in his head. But he didn’t seem at all bothered to which you let out a relieved sigh, he was filled with curiosity and a small grin on his face. “Okay, can you explain more to me, baby?”

You blush and lean your head on his shoulder lazily, sighing; “It’s when you experience little or no sexual attraction to others. That being said, it’s more of a spectrum ya know? Everyone is different. There’s asexuals who participate in sex despite not really having sexual attraction, and there’s others who’d rather not want to participate in sexual intercourse whatsoever.”

Johnny’s gears turn, trying to be careful with what he wants to say; “Oh okay. That’s cool!” He swallows deeply now, a shyness overcoming his expression; “…Do you still love me despite being asexual? Or how does it work?” The actor says with apprehension, “Sorry if it’s a stupid question-“

You hug him firmly and rub his back; “It’s not. Babe, me being asexual doesn’t negate the fact that I love you with my entire heart. There’s a difference between romantic and sexual attraction and trust me I’ve never not been romantically in love with you. Someone who lacks romantic attraction is aromantic. In fact, lots of asexuals like me seek romantic relationships.”

Johnny grows red, his nose nuzzling against your neck; “Oh that makes sense, duh!” He laughs and it’s gently dies down before he speaks again; “I love you so much, thank you for trusting me with this— I know it couldn’t be easy. But I never EVER would have denied you your own experience.” He now starts rubbing your back, not caring how public y’all were with affection.

There was a warmth that overtook you as soon as he said those words, a sense of peace; “Oh thank god- I- I was so scared to break it to you. I didn’t want to disappoint in any expectations-“

Johnny leaned back a bit and caressed your jaw with his warm hand, “Shhh, you’d never. How can I shame you for something that you are? Something you can’t help, honey? Whether you want to have sex or not any sex whatsoever that’s not the core of our relationship.”

You nod, a tear trickling down your cheek, “You’re too good for me.”

Johnny kisses your wet cheek softly; “No, quite the opposite. You’re so patient and kind to me, so willing to teach me about things when you don’t gotta do shit. The least I can do is be receptive and kind back.”

The afternoon was slowly seeping in to evening, the sky was no longer too sunny and darkness was beginning to cloud the skies. The pride festival had almost nearly died down and there was only a few people walking about.

“Can I ask you something though? Earlier, you were staring at this big purple, black and white flag…was that the asexual flag?” He quirks up an eyebrow with pure curiosity.

You chuckle, seeing how easily he always read you; “Yeah, it was, I was gonna tell ya but…I got stuck.”

“Honey, I saw it all over your face. You’ve been off all these days and now…well, we know why. Hopefully you feel better now yeah?” He rubs your back and pecks your nose.

“Completely…” you breathe out with a happy sigh, “It’s like I can breathe now.”

Johnny grins at you lovingly, his smile reaching his eyes. He then brings you up with him off the bench, “How about we head home, and we can over what you’re comfortable with and not? Maybe we’ll watch a film and snuggle up too, how’s that sound sugar?”

“Magical, just…magical.”

[sugxrslushy]

ᴅᴀʏ ᴠ || ᴇᴅɢɪɴɢ

🩸ᴀ/ɴ: requested by @tardiiart my loveeee!! super excited because I got an excuse to write for Robin and decided to go with my favorite one and write her when she worked for Baroque works, I hope you enjoy this ahhh <33

🩸ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ: NSFW MINORS DNI//Robin x gn!reader//warnings: Dom!Robin, edging, pegging, bits of praise, misuse of devil fruit, punishments

“Oh come on, there’s no need to cry dear.” Robin tuts under her breath, petting your hair before tangling her fingers in your locks to pull your head back with a sharp tug. Yelping loudly, you can feel your eyes become more glossy by the second as you squirm against her. Her plump lips ghost over the shell of your ear, the brim of her cowboy hat bumping against you. “It’s not like this isn’t your fault.”

Robin thrusts forward sharply, her strap burying itself inside you and you jolt forward with a gasp. You dig your fingers into the hard wood of the desk, fighting to keep yourself up and standing as your legs shake uncontrollably. “M’ sorry.”

“I know you are sweetheart, I know. But a punishment is a punishment.” She whispers against your skin. You knew she was right and you had never been opposed to these types of “punishments”. She was so pretty and you were grasping at straws for any sort of time around her, any sort of physical touch and this was a dream come true. You tried your luck and didn’t come up empty handed but instead you were struggling to grasp your orgasm.

But your heart was bleeding with joy at the situation you found yourself in. She’d been all you could look at since the very day you’d met her, so elegant and put together. You wondered just how well she could take care of you, what she’d look like underneath all the the steely facade and the pretty purple outfit that showed off all the right parts.

It’d felt like hours had been ticking by, Robin knew entirely too well on how to make you come undone. It was almost like her devil fruit wasn’t sprouting other limbs but instead knowing every spot that had you sobbing out, although her devil fruit was doing an excellent job picking you apart. 

It was almost overwhelming, the feeling of her being everywhere was making goosebumps rise on your skin. Hands stroking over your chest, fondling with the flesh there and taking your sensitive nipples between delicate fingers, rolling them and making you scream as a blinding pleasure builds. Another hand clamps over your mouth and Robin clicks her tongue, stilling her movements. The touches to your more intimate parts have disappeared as if the click of her tongue was a call back to reality, the wet dream slipping through your fingers.

“What did I say earlier?” Her voice is silky smooth, despite its underlying intentions it’s laced with the sweetest sugar you could ever be met with, you could almost taste the sweet nectar of her words on your tongue.

“Robin-” You whine out, your brain mush from how many times your orgasm has escaped you. Her hand comes up to tilt your chin towards her, hypnotically blue eyes boring into your sole. You’re clenching around her tight, heart thrumming in your chest with a nervous excitement. 

“What did I tell you to call me?” She says slowly, lips curling up into a smile.

You could collapse to the floor right there, she had you wrapped around her fingers so nicely. She’d been so sweet to you ever since you had first joined Baroque Works, a higher up who’d taken you under her wings. You adored her and every part of you yearned to follow her command. “Miss.” You whisper. 

Miss All-Sunday. How couldn’t you fall in love with her?

“You’re so good, so smart my dear.” She lets go of your jaw, dipping down to press kisses along your neck as her hips rock back around yours. You let out shuddery sighs, relishing in the sweet ecstasy she gave you. “Now what-” She snaps her hips forward to punctuate her word, strap pressing deep and you swear you saw stars. “Did I tell you earlier?”

It sits on the tip of your tongue but the consistent snapping of her hips keeps knocking it from your mouth, instead whimpering and whining as you cling desperately to the desk and drool slips from your mouth. “Y-you told me I- ah! I can’t cum!” You grit your teeth and whine under her unforgiving pace.

“Until?”

“Until I’m good and y-you say I can.” Your knees buckle and you fall down against the desk, Robin leaning against your back as she finally slows, favoring long and deep strokes instead. You can’t control how loud your moans are, a hand no longer at your mouth to silence them and you can’t imagine how much trouble you both would be in if a certain someone were to overhear this.

Her hair tickles your shoulders when she leans down to kiss your shoulder blade, hands sliding across your arms to interlock her fingers with your own. “Are you going to be good so I can make you feel nice? Because I wouldn’t want to have to start all over again.” 

“Yes!” She could be asking you to do anything, no matter how obscene or absurd and you swear you would’ve listened to her. Maybe your brain was finally becoming mush, the only coherent thought was one of lust with how bad you wanted her to fuck you with all she’s got. It only becomes worse when she laughs and tilts your head again to kiss you on the lips, the threat of you coming completely undone all the more real. 

“You’re just too cute, let me make you feel good then.” You can feel her pick up her speed again and all your resolves are beginning to disappear, letting yourself be pleasured by the women above you. 

[futzingbarton]

praeparet bellum

Something cold uncoils in his chest, something sharp and thirsty. It filters through him like winter sunlight on his skin, bringing forth goosebumps. Like a man drowning, he is helpless to resist when malice, ruthless and potent and pure, begs for him to let it fill his lungs.

He takes a deep, deep breath.

“I can do this,” he says to the near-empty streets of New Vegas, ignoring Rex’s quizzical whine, and strides towards the the Tops’ multicolored doors.

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HI YES

Chapter 2 of my Courier/Arcade fic is up!! ahhh this update brings me to just shy of 32k words and i am. delighted. the next update will be constantine and arcade’s hot date at the ultra luxe. surely nothing could go wrong there.

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Then what is the answer?- Not to be deluded by dreams.

To know that great civilizations have broken down into violence,

and their tyrants come, many times before.

When open violence appears, to avoid it with honor or choose

the least ugly faction; these evils are essential.

Amenities. Constantine knows the word, though never bothered to pay it any mind back before he sauntered his way into the Strip. At best it has just been something fancy to add to a conversation, typically to take whomever he was chatting with off guard. There had been no point to equate it to something tangible, let alone attainable. 

But now—carpet. He still isn’t used to it, this plush, high-pile rarity beneath his feet when he finally drags himself from the comfort of his bed. And the bed! Multiple blankets, and a sheet over the mattress to boot. Plus the four pillows. Four. He’d thought that staying in Goodsprings upon waking up was basically living in luxury, but this? Well, it might as well be heaven. 

How could it not be, when he steps out of his room and hears the radio playing gently from the kitchen, accompanied by the sound of an already-bubbling pot of coffee? Probably Boone, or maybe Raul, getting a head start to the day. He smiles to himself, marveling in the exorbitance of it all. He makes his way to the bathroom, which, against all practicality, is also carpeted. Hopefully he’s never going to be drunk enough to miss the toilet. There’s no real way to tell if the stains decorating the porcelain base are signs of some literal piss-poor aim, courtesy of some pre-war partiers, but Tan decides upon scavenging a couple of extra boxes of Abraxo for posterity’s sake. 

He uses the bathroom (with working plumbing!) and washes his hands and face (with running water!) before brushing his teeth. It’s already been one whole week of this; one entire, peaceful week of not worrying about where to sleep or what to eat or if he stinks or if it’s safe enough to shit without having a gecko pounce on him. At this rate, he’s well on his way to embracing this newfound hedonism. 

Refreshed, he makes his way towards the kitchen and the irresistible smell of coffee. Though the others all have their own rooms throughout the hall, some choose to stay in the guest beds of the suite. The door to the main domicile is always unlocked, since it just makes more sense to store all of their supplies together, and to keep access to said storage available at all hours. Tan’s given everyone some unofficial leave—if that word even applies to their situation—hoping it would encourage the gang to see the sights of the Strip, relax, refresh, and otherwise take comfort in some momentary stagnation. So far, people have been happy to come and go as they please: Cass and Veronica have gone shopping and dancing almost every night, and even Raul and Boone were persuaded to join him for drinks a day ago. Lily keeps to the casino, satisfied to stay in with Rex and Ed-E. And Arcade…

Tan’s heart does a happy little skip. Arcade. Even thinking his name makes him stupidly giddy. He doesn’t have specifics to compare it to, this childish feeling of infatuation, but every little shiver of it reminds him that this isn’t the first time he’s felt this, and just that knowledge alone makes him feel grateful, feel human. Sometimes, looking over his bumbling assortment of friends—of family—it dawns on him that without them, he’d probably forget about that humanness entirely. They keep him rooted, keep him safe. The fact that they leave the 38 but still choose to come back to him fills him with a sense of…something. He doesn’t quite have the words for it yet, the bright and tingling thing that roosts in his heart when he sees them walk back through the doors of the suite, but it makes him grin wider than he thought he could. And just when he thinks he’s all full up on glee and purpose, there’s Arcade.

He’s already smiling just thinking about the man, so when he walks into the kitchen and sees Arcade actually standing there next to the stove, holding a steaming mug of coffee in both hands with his hair still mussed with sleep, all that joy boils over and he can’t help but laugh. 

“Hey, handsome. Good morning!” he says, and means it. It’s good. This is good. He doesn’t have many immutable constants in his memory, so this feeling of free and open affection anchors itself easily into the empty spaces of his mind. He likes to think of his situation as similar to the night sky:  a whole lot of dark  nothing, peppered with uncountable bright and shining moments. 

Arcade mumbles something resembling a hello and nods by way of greeting, still looking for all the world as if he’d rather be asleep, but Tan doesn’t miss how the edges of his lips quirk upwards ever so slightly. 

“That for me?” Tan jokes, sidling up close enough to pry the coffee out from Arcade’s tired hands. “You shouldn’t have.” 

“I didn’t,” Arcade protests, frowning, though he makes no effort to keep Tan away. Tan takes a sip before making a face and putting the coffee down on the nearby counter.

“Not bad, though…” he grins wickedly, taking advantage of Arcade’s empty arms to invade his space and plant a kiss on his cheek. “I prefer my coffee with a bit of sugar.”

Arcade groans. “It’s too early for you to be this insufferable.” 

“Oh, you suffer me well enough.”

“At the cost of my coffee, apparently.” He doesn’t let Tan pull away, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to keep him at his side. “But you’re here already, so I might as well put up with you for a bit longer.” 

Tan retrieves the coffee and takes another sip before passing it back to Arcade. “For your trouble,” he says, then reaches up to play with Arcade’s messy hair. “Why are you up this early, anyway? Would have expected you to sleep past seven.”

“I would’ve preferred that, too. No, I’m…” he sighs. “Julie asked for help at the Fort. Probably something clerical, given that my system of organization isn’t exactly the most intuitive. Or maybe there’s just been an influx of junkies needing a place to come down. To be honest, I didn’t ask.”

Tan hums in understanding. “Of course. Want an escort?” 

“I’m more than capable—”

Constantine tugs on his hair to shut him up. “I didn’t say you weren’t. I asked if you wanted me to walk with you there.”

Honesty—that is to say, true and barren honesty, seems more difficult around Arcade than anyone else. Tan wishes he could have said “I want to come with you,” or, “Let me just be around you until I can’t be anymore.” There’s nothing really stopping him from saying it, either, nothing besides this tiny pinprick of distrust that nests beneath his heart, drives itself up into his throat whenever he wants to bear himself open. He wants to, or rather, he wants to want to. Lately he’s found himself mired in more wanting than he has since as far as he remembers, and for all the pleasant sensations that desire can bring, it’s almost always as jarring as it is intriguing.

He can’t say why he keeps himself just far apart enough from everyone he cares for. There’s flashes of memories, of course—like watching someone else through the wrong side of a door’s peephole. Voices muffled. Images blurred, distant. Overlaid upon each other wrong. “I knew you’d leave,” a voice rings out. “Just like they did.” He doesn’t know if it’s the right face saying it, but the one clear image he has is of himself, younger, bag over his shoulder, staring at the younger woman with what looks like disdain. His heart hurts with the memory. Why hadn’t she gone with him? Or, he supposed, why didn’t he care enough to stay? 

“Tan?”

“Hm?” He snaps back to reality. “What’d I miss?” 

“I asked what you were up to today.”

Tan smiles, a little rueful. “Taking Rex back to the King. He hasn’t been doing so hot lately—figure I oughta talk to his real dad to see what might be going on.” 

Arcade nods. “I’ve noticed that, too. I’m not a veterinarian so I can’t exactly make a diagnosis, but hopefully it’s nothing too severe to treat.”

It’s cute, Tan thinks, how Arcade downplays his concern by involving his expertise or lack thereof. There’s always something to give him distance, to give him maneuverability instead of outright admitting he cares about someone or something or the outcome of some situation. It’s defensive, but done with compassion, like most everything else Arcade does. 

With a simple nod of agreement, Tan disentangles himself from his partner and sets about making them both a passable breakfast. Predictably, Arcade tries to insist he isn’t that hungry and that Tan shouldn’t bother, but he’s quick to stop grousing once a fresh plate of potato hash with fried corn and brahmin steak is set in front of him. It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate the cooking, he had explained one night over a late dinner. It’s just that it’s very good cooking, actually, and he feels a bit useless standing there the whole time it’s being prepared. When more prepwork is required, the doctor is easy enough to put to use, but in the case of more impromptu meals, Tan’s curiously practiced ease in the kitchen is most effective when leaving him to lord over the kingdom of the kitchen. 

So. Tan has since decreed the washing up to be Arcade’s sole jurisdiction, and Arcade seems happy to be helpful in a way that doesn’t require an undue amount of effort. 

Constantine pours himself his own mug of coffee and takes a seat by Arcade. 

“Maybe sometime soon we can go check out the casinos,” he says, shoving a spoonful in his mouth. “House said I oughta do something about them.”

“And you’re all for doing what House says now, are you?” Arcade takes a careful bite. “I wasn’t aware you’d decided to commit to being his lackey.”

“Hey, I haven’t—” he stops, swallows, and takes another bite. “Haven’t committed to anything. Just want to get the whole picture.”

Arcade looks between Constantine and his near-empty bowl. “At the very least, can you commit to chewing your food?”

“Nah,” Tan says through another mouthful, then tilts the bowl to shovel the remaining hash in. “Shee you downshtairs.” 

He ruffles Arcade’s hair and hurries out of the kitchen to dress up and arm himself. Nothing too flashy, just a revolver on his hip, a knife tucked in his boot, his hat hanging down his back. He taps his foot the entire elevator ride, almost skipping out the door once it dings open. His only patience manifests in holding the exit open for Rex to plod along after him, all too happy to sit at his heels once they’re outside. The heat is building under the awning of the hotel, but the air is dry and the morning has seen fit to bless the Mojave with the slightest breeze. With a deep breath, Tan closes his eyes and listens to the strangely lullying concert produced by the New Vegas Strip in daylight. The woodwind wail of the speeding monorail, the brassy booming commands from Securitrons along their rotas. A distant choir of howling dogs. The steady percussion of hammers—NCR soldiers repairing the embassy’s flimsy outer fence, accompanied by the faint pops and crackles of small-arms fire from far past Freeside. 

“You look at peace.”

Constantine grins, not bothering to turn around. “I am, I think. I like it here.” 

A scoff. “That why you’re eager to see the casinos? If you’re this easily charmed, you’ll fit right in.” 

“Your bark is worse than your bite, ‘Cade. Taking a page out of Rex’s book?” Besides, he thinks, who are you to complain about how easily charmed I am? 

“Oh har, har. Maybe they’ll let you take over for some act at the Tops.” He tugs on Tan’s sleeve and heads down the steps, out into the white hot sun. “Come on then. Fortune favors the actively moving.”

“That’s so not how it goes,” says Tan, crossing his hands behind his head as he walks. 

“How would you know?” There’s a carefree kind of tone to Arcade’s teasing, and it makes Tan’s heart stutter. So often, Arcade has this tangible kind of weight to him, like he’s lugging some hulking something behind him. Something so wrapped in snide, dry humor and cool, scientific reason that makes peering into the depths downright impossible. There’s a core there, a tiny ember burning dim but steady, and for the life of him, Tan can’t figure out what it is. It’s to do with his past, and it’s to do with something far more scientific than Tan has any reason to know about, and those tiny bits of knowledge about it make him so curious and impatient that every day is a struggle keeping his damned mouth shut instead of annoying Arcade with questions. 

He settles for annoying him in other ways. 

“It doesn’t sound right!” he laughs, and takes his hat from around his neck. “You know what? I think you and Rex deserve a little showdown. Get ‘im, Rex!” With a whoop, he plops his hat onto Arcade’s head and runs off, turning around in time to see Rex growling and nipping at the doctor’s heels. 

When Arcade finally catches up, out of breath and looking more impressed than annoyed, he shoves his hat against his chest. Rex trots calmly up behind him, not a hint of remorse to be shown in his confident swagger and lolling tongue. 

“You win this one, Becker,” he says, panting between every word. 

“Gonna have to try harder to outdo me, Gannon.” He hangs the hat back around his head and carries on like there hadn’t been any sort of interruption. “Anyway, if this—” he points at his head, “is anything to go by, then I lived in a city before. I just like the bustle, the people. Everyone’s someone, but it’s still easy to get lost if you need to. It’s nice being a face in a crowd.” 

Still recovering, Arcade lets out a deep breath and levels him with his gaze. Curiosity plays across his face, replaced soon with focused scrutiny, as though he is trying to see through Tan and into his memories. As though there is something there that he might be able to make more sense of, if only he were the one to witness those disjointed pieces of history. Arcade looks at him a second longer before straightening up and beginning to walk again. Tan falls in beside him. 

“You know, I don’t get it,” says Arcade, after a few blocks of easy silence. “I know you’re a social butterfly, but just how is it that you get along with Boone best, of all people?”

Tan sputters out a laugh. “Oh my god, are you jealous again?” 

“No!” He smacks his arm. “No, shut up. Not like that. I mean—he’s so…aloof. And you’re you. But you two, you just…work well together. It’s a weird sight to see, that’s all.” 

Tan blinks. He hasn’t really considered much about his friendship with Boone. Somehow, he and Craig fell into a wordless sort of brotherhood, and that kind of teamwork was hard to find in the wasteland. They worked well and smoothly together, evident in the calm ease they shared when cleaning out their guns or reloading their magazines, but more so in their almost instinctive, unspoken coordination on the battlefield. Boone fell into step beside Tan far quicker than any of his other companions, accepting his hand signals and commands without question. To question the nuances of a good thing seemed antithetical to its success, so Constantine never bothered to ask more of Boone than what he already gave.

“You’re not as good as Manny,” Boone had told him once, when they were sharing a beer around a dying fire. “But you’re good. You make this simple.” This had been prior to anyone else joining their wandering band of fools, before Tan had met back up with Veronica or started ogling Arcade at the Fort. In the companionable trust that comes with being two people alone in the darkness of the wasteland, Tan knew then that when Boone stood up and said “I’ll take first watch,” he was really saying “thank you.” 

Explaining this to Arcade seemed…not impossible, but certainly pointless. What could he say? I think I remind him of Carla, and when he has someone big and bright and loud, he doesn’t have to work to exist. I speak up for him, and he watches my back. We both know a dance we never want to speak of again, but fall into like it’s second nature. I’ve sat next to him in the dead of night when he woke up crying, and he’s held back my hair when I tried drinking to remember. He knows me and knows of me without me having to say it. Nothing I remember will add or take away from that.

So instead, he settles for the easier kind of truth. “I’m an NCR brat,” he admits. “I think. I’m sure you’ve guessed that by now. My hand signals, the whole way I communicate out there, it’s all from being in the military. Before anyone else joined up with us, it was just me and Boone. He helped me figure that out, and we make a good sniper team.” He shrugs. To anyone else, there really isn’t more to it than that. 

To Arcade, it’s almost enough. Constantine can tell by the raised eyebrow, the quizzical expression, that he wants to pry further…but to his credit, he lets it drop. 

“Just interesting,” he says with finality, and shoves his hands into the pockets of his lab coat. 

They’re almost at the Fort, just a few blocks away, when Tan remembers he still has to check back in with the Van Graffs. He weaves in front of Arcade to walk along his right side, putting the man between him and his responsibilities. 

Ever the quick study, Arcade glances between Tan and the distant silhouette of Simon standing guard. He stiffens up for just a moment before returning to his usual slouch. 

“I doubt they can see you from here, Constantine,” he says with a shake of his head.

“Rifles have scopes,” Tan notes, and pulls up the collar around his duster. “I don’t want to get into a shootout today, alright?”

He is so, so close to letting the whole thing go. It’s not supposed to be a tug-of-war, this thing between them. If this were some other street on some other day, and if he felt a little less like a mirelurk with its shell half-peeled off at every line of questioning from Arcade, he would have.  But…no.

“What’s your deal with that place, anyway? You always freak out when energy weapons are involved.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Shudders. Panic. Hilariously unconvincing lies. Freak outs.”

Arcade almost trips over a pebble, and, shit. Constantine knows he’s fucked up. In any other instance it would be simpler to backpedal or redirect, but in a bout of sudden selfishness, he wants the moment to drag on for just a little longer.  Their footsteps crunch against the crumbling road as they walk on.

All the things he has to leave unspoken gnaw at him, desperate to break out. I want to know you, Tan wants to say. I want to know why you freeze when you look at the guns in that store. I want to know what the NCR has done to you to make you distrust them in ways that have nothing to do with their governing. There is something there, hiding underneath your surface, and you keep peeling away at me but don’t give anything back. I want to know you, Arcade, in the ways you want to know me. 

Distrust isn’t quite the right word for it, but it’s close. Maybe it’s more like concern, or perhaps fascination, that drives Tan to dig deeper when he has found, time and again, that the further he presses Arcade, the further he closes up. He’s optimistic, not naive; he can’t imagine anything hidden in Arcade’s history that might change his perception of the man, let alone his attraction to him. He isn’t expecting a clean slate or a lack of complications. More than anything, Tan just wishes he could help. 

Instead, he sighs. Nothing here is going to give. With an awkward laugh, he breaks the moment.. 

“You know, I could never really get into energy weapons. I’ve tried—I mean, you’ve seen my shitty attempts—but the lowered recoil really throws me off. How am I even supposed to be able to tell I’ve shot something?” 

Arcade scoffs. “Well, the green puddle or pile of ashes is a good indicator.”

“Oh, shut up,” Tan says, smacking him on the arm. “I mean it! And if it jams, what am I supposed to do, hotwire the damn gun? Do a little on-the-fly soldering? I’ll just ask a feral to wait a minute while I get that taken care of.” 

“I don’t doubt that you’d be able to convince one, honestly,” says Arcade. He lets out a breathy chuckle. “Only you would be presented with a perfectly serviceable, easy to handle weapon and complain that it’s not complicated enough.”

They come to a stop outside the wooden gates of the Fort, the white flag of the Followers flapping in the wind. A stray cloud passes in front of the sun. Before Arcade has the opportunity, Constantine pulls open the door and gestures at the entrance with playful grandiosity. 

“After you, dear sir,” he drawls, grinning when Arcade rolls his eyes. Before the doctor can stride past him, Tan catches his sleeve and pulls him back. He takes Arcade’s hand in his own. 

“See you back at the 38 for dinner?” 

Ears turning red, Arcade glances down at their hands, then back up at Tan. “Uh, yeah. Sure.” 

“Perfect.” He lifts Arcade’s hand to his lips and presses a kiss to his knuckles. “See you, gorgeous.” 

He waves to the guards sitting just inside the door and turns to leave, satisfied with his display. Perhaps if he had known just how soon he would be back at the Fort, he would have put on a slightly less gallant goodbye. 

The walk over to the King’s was uneventful, as was his conversation with the man himself. Rex’s condition is indeed deteriorating, and the King requested a second opinion from the nearest medical specialist in the area: Julie Farkas. Tan steels himself as he walks back through the doors of the Fort not thirty minutes later, trying his best to not give his anxiety too long of a leash. Worries circle him like vultures, thoughts worming their way in past his carefully constructed nonchalance. What if Arcade thought he was being too clingy? What if Julie wasn’t able to help Rex in any way? 

They’re unproductive concerns with convenient solutions, but they gnaw at him all the same. If Arcade thought he was incapable of leaving him alone, well, he’d just explain why he was back. If Julie wasn’t able to help with Rex’s predicament, then he would pester other doctors across the wasteland until he found some lead to follow. Still, as he checks each tent looking for Julie’s signature mohawk, he wipes his sweaty palms against his pants. It’s too early to drink, so he pulls out a cigarette and lights it, just to stop himself from chewing on his lower lip. Something pulls at him, something deeper, that tells him his anxiety is not without cause—that perhaps, in some foreign life, this is something he had to deal with often. 

“Hi again, stranger.” 

Arcade sounds more amused than anything. It’s enough to make Constantine huff out a breath of relief, though not quite enough to make him put out the cigarette. 

“Hey,” he says, turning around. “I swear I’m not stalking you.” 

“To be honest, I don’t think I’d mind too much if you were.”  Arcade walks past him into a nearby tent, holding a pile of blankets. Tan doesn’t miss the smirk on his face. “What brings you back my way?” 

Tan’s heart stops pounding quite so much upon seeing Arcade’s nonchalance. He takes a drag of his cigarette and turns to blow the smoke away. “Well, Rex ain’t doing so hot by the King’s standards, either. He said to go talk to Julie about it, thought I might have better luck asking her since the last time he was here she refused to help him.” 

“Bullshit,” Julie butts in, walking out of the tent Arcade just entered. “I didn’t refuse care, Rex just needs a specialist. Hi, Constantine.”

Tan laughs. “Hey, Jules. Need any help?” 

“No, I think I’ve managed to burden Arcade with all the menial tasks I can think of, at the moment. Thanks, though.” 

“Gee, thanks,” Arcade says, tying the tent flaps open. “Glad to know I’m so irreplaceable.” 

Julie rolls her eyes. “Anyway,” she continues, “the King came by a few months ago, and we had to tell him there was nothing we could do. Rex’s condition is way beyond anything we can handle. He requires brain surgery, and some sophisticated cybernetics work, too.”

Tan looks over at where Rex is rolling around in some dust. “So there’s no chance he’ll ever get better? You can’t heal him?”

“I didn't say that. While no one here has that kind of expertise, I do know of one man who might fit the bill.” She crosses her arms. “There's an old scientist named Dr. Henry who reportedly specializes in this sort of procedure. He'd probably be your best bet. Last I heard, he was living up in Jacobstown, far to the northwest.”

Were it anyone else, Tan might have missed the subtle signs of discomfort. But it’s not just anyone else, it's Arcade, and even while Julie is talking he’s still glancing over at the man in the same way he’s been doing the past week, like some love struck teenager who can’t get enough of a crush. So when he sees Arcade stiffen up enough to stand up just a little bit straighter at the mention of Jacobstown, he frowns. 

Arcade hadn’t been with him the last time Tan had traversed out there, but Doc Henry had been fairly reasonable to interact with. He hadn’t pressed the issue of ending the tests of the Stealth Boy Mark II on Lily despite his previous research, and for that much, Tan was grateful. Surely he’d be willing to help Rex, if not out of compassion, then at the very least out of that same scientific curiosity. Why Arcade would tense up at the mention of Jacobstown and the doctor, he can’t be sure, but he files that away to deal with later.

“Sounds like that’s where I’ll head out soon, then. Thanks, Julie. Come by the 38 if you ever need anything, alright?”

Julie smiles. “Sure, Constantine. Thanks for stopping by. Bye, Rex,” she calls over to the dog, who barks at her in response. With that, she walks back into the tent and picks up a clipboard, leaving Arcade and Tan relatively alone in the entryway. 

“Guess I’ll head back out,” Tan says, taking one last drag of his cigarette. He drops the butt to the ground and stomps it out with his heel, watching Arcade all the while. He’s still in some kind of half-trance, arms crossed and head down, lost to thoughts Tan has no hope of knowing. He waits another few seconds more, in case Arcade comes back to him. 

He doesn’t. 

“Alright,” Tan relents. “See you. Come on, Rex.” He considers seeing if Arcade would respond to a kiss, just on the cheek, but the Fort is starting to bustle with sick settlers and worried doctors, and the last thing he wants to do is provide Arcade’s colleagues with easy gossip for the remainder of the day. He’s not sure why this is something he’s concerned about, but something pricks at him, reminds him that people talk and that his displays of affection aren’t always going to be well received when he’s supposed to be some kind of public image. Something bubbles  up under the surface, some dark hint of memory. Don’t want to be the talk of the barracks, he hears in a foreign voice. Don’t give them something to talk about. Don’t embarrass me. 

He puts a hand on Arcade’s shoulder by way of goodbye, instead. That’s enough to bring the doctor out of his reverie, though not by much. 

“Huh? Oh, yeah. See you, Tan,” Arcade murmurs, and goes to join Julie in the tent. 

Tan blinks. Something in him stings, as though he’d been slapped. He stands there, hand still hanging in the air where Arcade used to be.  Don’t be stupid, the voice tells him. You’re going to make a scene. 

“Right,” he sighs. He draws his hand back and shoves it in his pocket. “Let’s go, Rex.” As he makes his way through the Fort, Tan wonders how, surrounded by doctors and junkies and guards, he can feel so astronomically alone. 

It isn’t until Tan is back at the crossroad leading back towards the Silver Rush that the magnitude of whatever-it-is he’s feeling hits him, all electric and blood-boiling and impossible to control. He stops in the middle of the street, threads his fingers in his hair, turns in a tight circle and drops to the ground in a crouch. 

“He’ll tell me eventually, right, Rex?” 

He hates how desperate he sounds. Rex tilts his head with a quizzical whine, the liquid in his brain case sloshing side to side as he does. 

“You’re right,” Tan groans, sliding his hands out of his hair and over his face. “You’re right. I’m being stupid. I just wish I knew what to do with this, y’know? I feel like I’m being eaten alive.” 

It’s easy enough to put a word to the buzzing that seems to have taken up permanent residence in his chest. Anxiety. It’s harmless enough in that form, existing as a word, as four syllables that don’t even require you to open your mouth the whole way to say aloud. It’s the other ways it exists that kill him—the buzzing, chittering everything that spills out of his heart and into his ribs, keeping his pulse pounding, his leg jittering, his cuticles ever-bloody from picking. Terror is something that should be reserved for moments of real, tangible danger, not idle strolls and mildly embarrassing situations. 

So why does he still feel like he’s caught in a sniper scope, like there’s a red dot trained on him that he can’t see no matter how hard he squints? 

The prickling discomfort of being watched starts to feel like a sunburn along the side of his face. He sighs through his nose, counting down from five, before hauling himself back up to his feet. For no particular reason (besides that constant burning something) he looks down the road, over to where the Silver Rush stands tall and imposing. Simon’s definitely looking his way, with what seems like measured disdain. 

He still needs to deal with that, too. 

Working with the Van Graffs felt almost natural, almost familiar when he first arrived in Freeside. Something there reminded him of…something. Something warm and dusty and shining, something dark and deep. The energy weapons made him uneasy, almost as uneasy as Arcade was every time they stopped by and he let out some pitiful lie about not recognizing the make and model of most of the guns laid along the table. All the same, he couldn’t help but chase the familiarity, right up to the point where they asked him to kill Cass. 

He hasn’t reported back since. It’s been long enough that they’re sure to be suspicious, if not downright pissed. Nowadays it seems like every corner he turns in Vegas, there’s another person he’s avoiding. Even without his memories, he knows that he’s probably never liked confrontation. 

Rex spins around him, impatient, and Tan finally tears his eyes away. That was something to deal with another day. Today, though…

He looks at Rex. 

“Maybe if I do something about one of the people that wants me dead, I’ll feel better,” he says slowly, considering. “Whaddya say, boy?”

Rex wags his tail, following in step as Tan starts walking again, this time with more purpose.

When he stops again, staring at the blinking red wave of neon above the entrance to the Tops, it occurs to him that maybe it’s only taken him this long due to all the attention on him. 

He can turn around right now, waltz back home, go back to sleep. He could go read, or prep ingredients for lunch. Or he could practice his lockpicking, clean his guns. Maybe patch the holes in his favorite jeans. He could go grab Boone from where he’s been observing the Fiends and go take their mutual aggression out on some bounties for the NCR. Virtually anything would be smarter. Anything would be slower, smoother, quieter. Thought through. Predictable.

Everyone knows he does these things, everyone has seen him do them time and time again. He’s  dependable in that regard, in his expected goodness and blandness. It takes him so long to get anything done, he’s amazed he’s made an impact on this damn wasteland at all. Sometimes he wonders if he crawled out of his grave as a ghoul, just his skin hasn’t fallen off yet, so he can’t see the rot that eats at him and chokes his brain, making him shamble his way through decision after decision. It’s exhausting, all this thinking that he does, all of this consideration for the way every domino might fall. He’s so damn tired of all that waiting and thinking and running. So, so much running.

His friends would have gladly accompanied him if he’d bothered to ask. Hell, they would have come with him even if he hadn’t. They’ve certainly asked him about it plenty of times over the last few months. Veronica with her sweet curiosity about whether he’d made up his mind about what to do, Boone with his blunt reminders that neither Caesar nor the NCR got anywhere by being indecisive. It makes sense that they’d wonder, given that every venture out with him was a chance at something they might not be able to come back from. With non-committal mumbles and half-hearted shrugs, he had avoided the subject entirely, brushing it off until they’d all basically just expected him to drag his heels about it until war was breathing down his neck.

Something cold uncoils in his chest, something sharp and thirsty. It filters through him like winter sunlight on his skin, bringing forth goosebumps. Like a man drowning, he is helpless to resist when malice, ruthless and potent and pure, begs for him to let it fill his lungs. 

He takes a deep, deep breath. 

“I can do this,” he says to the near-empty streets of New Vegas, ignoring Rex’s quizzical whine, and strides towards the the Tops’ multicolored doors.

The boot knife he smuggles past security is his anchor, his last and brittle tether to reality. It grounds him in a way he didn’t know he needed, offering reminders of truths he can’t believe fear is enough to make him forget. He was dead. This man, Benny, killed him. He was in the ground, and he got out. A shallow grave waits for him at the end of this journey, identical to the one that started it. As above, so below. So it begins, so, too, it shall end: with him, alone, with nothing but dirt for company.

The last time he was alone—completely, utterly alone—was when he came to in the darkness outside Goodsprings, bleeding and confused. Since then, there was always someone. Veronica, first. Then Boone, then Cass, until eventually, a human wall of warmth and care and loyalty shielded him from the horrors of the wasteland. Complacency had wormed its way into his life and brought him here, striding towards his killer with a sick dog at his heels. 

He stops just long enough to tell Rex to go wait for him by the door. 

Not today, he reminds himself. I may be alone, but it won’t end today. 

Repeated as a mantra, the words smother the taste of acid and anxiety rising in his throat. Each step of his right foot feels leaden upon the gaudy carpets. Each step brings him closer to that black-and-white checkered suit standing there, oblivious to his approach. 

“Hey, Benny,” he says, careful to temper the venom that threatens to spill into his voice. 

The surprised “What in the goddamn?” fills Constantine’s chest with a flaring, burning pride, identical to the flush of glee he feels upon landing a perfect sniper shot, where the victim slumps over without so much as hearing the whizz of the bullet. 

Benny is babbling now, nonsensical slang mixed with clear confusion, and Tan can’t suppress his grin when it’s finally his turn to speak. 

“Seems you need to work on your marksmanship,” Tan says. Nightstalkers always kind of look like they’re smiling, with their upturned snake mouths, even when they’re about to strike; he can’t help feeling like one now, all easy smiles and calm words. Benny, on the other hand, looks like he’s staring down a deathclaw. It feels good, feels powerful, to not be the one playing catch-up for once. 

“I hit what I was aiming for. Guess you had brains to spare. Or are you just thick-skulled? Either way, baby, this is good news. Maybe I can finally sleep at night, knowing you didn’t die. What say you and I cash out,  go somewheres more private-like? Any questions you got, I'll answer.” 

Tan snorts. The derision in Benny’s voice is hardly disguised, though he’s not sure how good of a liar the guy would be even if he were trying. He doesn’t doubt he’d be able to hold his own even if he was stupid enough to go somewhere alone with him. “Glad I can assuage your conscience, asshole. Give me one good reason not to kill you.”

Whatever artificial pleasantness existed a moment before is quickly replaced with terse, tense annoyance. “You want a reason, how about four?” Benny says, tone clipped and low. “They’re called bodyguards, and every one of them is packing. Me, too—so baby makes five. Add to that every Chairman in this joint is armed, and not with some hold-out peashooter like maybe you smuggled through security.” 

Tan longs for the weight of his boot knife in his hand. It is no pea-shooter, but instead, a fang, an extension of himself, the deliverance of all his months of rage and heartbreak. For every memory lost, a long-awaited plunge of metal into flesh. He takes a very, very slow breath. 

“Try me,” he suggests, with gentle, smiling spite, “and I’ll gut you like a fish.” 

Satisfying can hardly describe the feeling of watching Benny laugh nervously and glance around the casino, reevaluating his security, looking as though his blood has been drained and replaced with curdled milk. 

“Baby, baby! You didn’t come here for vengeance, anyway, right? You came here to get clued in!” Benny feigns composure by patting his pockets for his cigarettes and lighter; Tan doesn’t miss the way his hands shake. “Like I said, we should be talking somewhere private.” 

Rolling his eyes, Tan plays along. “Yeah? Whaddya have in mind?” 

“To start, I'll comp you the Presidential - best suite in the house. You deserve a taste of the VIP lifestyle. I'll hang out down here for a while to make everything look business-as-usual, then come to you. Any questions you got, I'll answer — guaranteed.”

It’s hard to keep from guffawing. He has to hand it to the suit, he has a lot of confidence to think that he’s in any position to set the conditions of their meeting. Constantine taps his foot, feigning impatience. “Two conditions—lose the bodyguards, and we both go to the suite now.” Let Benny think he’s adjusting to fit his needs. 

Benny stares at him, hard. If he focuses, Tan can practically hear the gears turning. The casino fills their uneasy silence with sounds of its own, the clinking of chips being counted, the shuffling of cards, the rattle of dice in cups. Mostly it’s dealers and Chairmen preparing for the evening, though a few sleepy patrons seem to have stayed up through the night at their various tables or slot machines. Genuine amiability flows through the morning atmosphere of the building, though Tan thinks—hell, he knows—that if Benny doesn’t budge, things could turn into a bloodbath spectacularly quickly. 

When he finally answers, it is with a resigned sigh. “If that's what it takes to win your trust, that's what it takes. Follow me.” He whispers something to his nearest guard, and then heads off around the edge of the casino floor, towards a hallway of elevators. 

As they wait for the elevator to descend, Tan takes in the grandeur of the casino around him. It doesn’t have the same opulence as the Lucky 38, probably due to actually having visitors over the years. There’s a well-worn charm to things: scuff marks on the tiled floors; fading, stained carpets and rugs; paintings bleached pastel by the sun. 

“How’s it compare?” Benny asks, sounding surprisingly genuine. 

“It’s more lived-in,” Tan shrugs, seeing no point to lying in this particular instance, “but it’s nice. Has more of a human element. It’s brighter, of course. Less dusty. Seems like you run a good show.” 

The elevator dings its arrival, and though Benny strides inside without delay, Tan doesn’t miss the smile he’s wearing. 

Perfect. Let him hold onto that thread of connection. He’ll hang himself with it soon enough. 

The presidential suite is comfortable and bright, with tall ceilings and plenty of space. Tan almost prefers it to the suite in the 38. Benny wastes no time before sliding behind the bar, arranging a variety of bottles around him and measuring equal amounts between into a cocktail shaker. Tan raises an eyebrow but says nothing and sits down on a stool opposite the man. 

“Relax, baby. If I was gonna kill you, it wouldn’t be by poisoning your drink.” 

Tan huffs a laugh. “Proved that one already.”

“See? I’m as honest as they come. It can’t hurt you to live a little, kid.”  

“Hm.” Loathe as he is to admit it, there’s something real charming about Benny’s approach to hedonism. Even in this simple pretense—sitting down to a chat with your would-be killer—he would rather be in the moment with some aspect of comfort, be it as small as a well-made refreshment. In another life, maybe they might have been allies, or even friends. 

As it stands now…his boot knife itches against his ankle. Waiting. Eager. 

Benny slides a cocktail glass towards him. The drink within is a light, frothy green, with a piece of what looks like mutfruit suspended over the concoction by a skewer. He retrieves his own glass and walks around to sit beside Tan.  “Now that you and me's got some privacy, I gotta ask—how is it that you're still living?”

“Call it luck and leave it at that,” he answers noncommittally, more interested in inspecting his drink. “Why’s it green? It irradiated?”

“What isn’t, these days? Nah, baby. It’s got some liqueur made out of plants, something our bartenders whipped up. You’re looking at a bonafide New Vegas Special. Anyway,” he takes a drink, “Luck is for losers, baby. Someone pulled the strings.” 

Tan sniffs at the green liquid and finds it doesn’t assault his senses. After a tentative sip, he has to hand it to Benny. It’s good. Tangy, a little sweet, a little herbal…all in all, pleasant. He chews on the skewer, considering.

Some old, dim memory claws its way through the wreckage of scar tissue that is his amygdala. Luck is what fools call laziness and despair. Luck makes good folk give themselves up to the turn of a card or the promise of fortune, and lose, and lose, and lose. 

Don’t turn to luck, boy, that voice—his father’s?—demands of him. It’ll chew you up and spit you out, wear you down faster than honest effort ever could. 

“Once you were vertical, how'd you track me down?” 

The question is enough to bring him back to the moment. He fishes in his duster pocket for the evidence, and deposits the handful of cigarette butts and the engraved metal lighter onto the bartop. Tan’s glad to feel the weight of them gone from his pocket; though small, the garbage served as a constant reminder of the shallow grave in Goodsprings, and of his last solid memories from before having been accompanied by the echoing click of the metal lighter. Still, though, he tamps down his rearing pride once more at the look of horror upon Benny’s face at seeing the items before him. 

“Look at me, a big-leaguer or so I claim, making all the mistakes of an original loser…” Though he sounds disappointed, Benny picks up the lighter with fondness, flicking it open and closed a couple of times before tucking it away. Tan tries not to flinch at the sound.

“Well,” Benny continues with a sigh, “I guess that’s enough scratching around at first base. Tell me, which way’s the wind gonna blow?” 

Tan looks up from his drink, where he’d been tracing shapes into the condensation gathered on the glass. He smiles, slow and earnest. “I’m wondering why I shouldn’t just kill you.”

Before House had come by, every one of these fancy casino families had been a separate tribe, capable of doing anything in their power to stay alive despite the harshness of the Mojave Wasteland around them. Benny had been part of that, before pressed suits and fancy cocktails had wrapped him in comfort and tempted him with the concept of more. Tan can see that now, in the way Benny matches his stare without any visible signs of distress. He thinks back to the plush carpet back at the 38 and wonders if he might be lost to it already, if the promise of a roof and water and warmth is enough to take the fight out of him and replace it with placid complacency—or if the very same animalistic rapacity shines through his eyes as well, daring Benny to make the first move, to try to pry the safety and peace of his present away from him, like he has already done with his past.

After an unblinking moment, Benny takes a drink and  looks out at the torn painting hanging across from the bar. “You’ve got a crazy drop on me here, baby, that’s for sure. If killing’s what you came for, this would be the time. But, baby..” he looks back over at Tan, a sly edge to his smile, “you’d be disappointing me. All the trouble you went through to arrange this shindig? Must be something more you’re after.” 

Tan clenches his jaw. That same voice in his head from before advises him to remember something about cats and curiosity. But after all this time, and all these miles…

“You’re right. You’re gonna tell me everything I want to know.” 

Benny hums into his drink, sounding a little too self-satisfied for Constantine’s liking. “You got it, baby. You got questions, I got answers.” 

What follows is a lesson in swallowing one’s pride, as Tan learns more about Vegas and the whole state of things than he’d ever expected to glean from someone like Benny. The guy’s articulate and focused, decisive in his scorn towards the obstacles standing between him and his schemes. Where at first he pitied the man for losing House’s favor and being tossed to the side, now Tan sees that any rough patch Benny’s come up against has been nothing more than a whetstone, sharpening and strengthening his near-obsessive resolve. His claims about the families and factions of the Strip are as spurious as anyone else’s, steeped in opinion and personal vendetta—but there is an honesty to Benny’s answers that Tan hadn’t been counting on. Even House had reserved his intentions and decisions to himself, treating Constantine as a new, slightly-shinier cog in his machine after determining Benny’s erasure from the broader picture, and refusing to shed any further light upon what he intended to use Tan for. 

Benny, on the other hand, is forthright, to an almost insulting degree. By his ruling, Tan is to be no more than an errand boy, a retainer-on-demand while Benny plans to elevate the Chairmen to ruling all of Vegas, with an army of Securitrons to back him up. Sure, he says he’s planning on paying him, but he was supposed to get paid for this courier gig, too—and look how that turned out. 

Most likely, Tan reasons, Benny’s forthcoming attitude only stems from a rational overview of the situation. Tan—undying, resurrected, energized by vengeance and despair—makes the most sense as an asset rather than an enemy, a sentiment he has come across a few times in his travels so far, even among more powerful entities like the NCR. He sees it as he asks another question, prodding further into the history of the Three Families and their intentions: a spark of something darker behind Benny’s eyes, more heated than simple curiosity or contempt. Intrigue, maybe, or fascination, drawn to so sharp a point it feels like a laser targeted at him, and makes his cheeks burn under the scrutiny. 

Somewhere along their conversation, Benny makes a second round of drinks. He’s overly generous with the gin this time, and Tan can’t quite put his finger on why. He can’t be trying to ply him for information, since there’s very little Tan knows that he’s not already aware of. It could be that he’s softening him up, forcing him to put his guard down in a show of false geniality, or just that he’s feeling something along the lines of remorse—though the latter is doubtful, since he says as much to Tan when he grumbles about the ruthlessness of quite literally shooting the messenger. 

“What I did to you was rotten, but if you think House, the NCR or Caesar won't kill to put Vegas in their pocket, I really did blow out your brains,” Benny scoffs. 

���The ruthlessness of others is no excuse,” Tan says quietly, more into his glass than directed at Benny. 

“Was a time I would've agreed with you. But this... it's too big, it affects too many people. I can't get hung up on those details,” says Benny. “C’mon, baby. What’s a little murder when a winning hand is on the line? This is the Mojave, I doubt your hands are clean and blameless.”

Tan drums his fingers on the table. Again, the guy’s not wrong. Tan’s watched the light go out of countless eyes, at this point—raiders, Fiends, legionnaires, Powder Gangers…everywhere he’s been in this wretched land, the sand is surely stained with blood he’s shed. Whatever his justifications, however legitimate the reasoning, life is life is life. Were he in Benny’s shoes, could he say that he wouldn’t have done the same thing to some poor sap kneeled in front of him? 

Something craven crawls into his heart, not unlike contempt. He cannot deny the answer: were the stakes high enough, were it someone he cared about on the line, were it any of dozens of explanations he’s come up with to warrant the very real swath of death he has carved across the Mojave, he would shoot the brains out of whatever poor sod was kneeling in front of him, too. 

He rolls the stem of the cocktail glass between his hands, scraping the glass lightly over the bar top.

“Hand over the chip, Benny.”

“No can do, baby.” His tone is lighthearted, but Benny’s mood drops. He shifts how he’s sitting on the barstool so that his jacket lifts up just a little, displaying the pistol at his hip. “The Chip belongs in the hands of someone who can use it. As in me, not you. You’ll get a piece of the action, and a sweet one at that. But…” he downs his drink and tilts his head to look over at the courier, “the Chip sticks with me.” Tan has to resist a shiver; some scared, half dead part of him knows that expression all too well. The last time he saw it, the night was cold and his hands were bound with scratchy rope.

“Look, mailman—don’t think I got your name—it’s nothing personal, really. Hell, I like your style. You’ve got the gift of gab, you’ve clearly wormed your way into the minds and hearts of whoever you’ve stumbled across on your way to find me. Think we could have something real good, here, if you put your mind to it. Just gotta let someone more wise in these things wear the crown.” 

Tan narrows his eyes. “You’ve got a lot riding on the faith that people will just want to go along with whatever you set out for them.”

Benny levels him with a stare, then chuckles. “That’s rich, coming from you. If you put that charisma towards something, baby, maybe you’d have more than a bunch of misfits on your tail. Could help me rule Vegas. If that’s not what you’re after, could be the next Ccasar, if you were feeling particularly despotic.” 

Tan grips the stem of the glass hard enough that his knuckles go white. Benny obviously notices, because he hurries along with his point like he knows he’s walking on some dangerously thin ice. 

“I’m not saying you’re the same! Just saying—you’re more similar to these bigwigs in power than you might think. Hell, maybe if you knew more about what you were dealing with you’d be sitting in my place. But you don’t. I’m the one who’s stacked the deck, who’s holding the cards. I know how these chips gotta fall.” A fierce pride edges into his voice, tinged with something else. Passion? Frustration? 

Benny has more pomp, more general know-how of this world, this much is true. He has the measured violence and all the right words, so much that he’s become enough of a threat to House that Constantine got called in to fix the problem. There’s merit to the Chairman’s plan, and yet…

Something feels off. A piece is missing, somewhere, either in Benny’s approach or in his entire being, and the guy knows it. He’s doing the best he can, which, admittedly, is better than most, but even his veneer of bravado isn’t impossible to see through, given enough time and studying. It’s in the way he starts drumming his fingers when Tan goes quiet for a while, the way he eyes the door like he’s hoping someone might come by, the way he pats down his hair to make sure every strand is still gelled into perfect place: he’s  stuck.  

Even more importantly, he’s scared. 

Tan considers his words carefully, speaking slow and watching Benny out of the corner of his eye. “You’re saying you have the winning hand, here?”

“I’m sayin’ that even if you can’t see the hands, baby, you can see who’s holdin’ ‘em. Me? Or House? Or would you rather shack up long term with the likes of the NCR or Caesar. Might be cozy for you, but living under someone’s boot ain’t exactly my style, dig? Anyway, baby, the odds may look long, but that's just ‘cause we ain't done rigging them. I won't toss the dice until we are. I've gleaned a lot, working with Mr. House. He was a good cat to swing with. I still got more to learn, but it's... it's coming together.”

God, he talks a lot. What began as concrete information morphed into floundering real quick, and if Tan were one to be easily convinced, he would have fallen for it, too. He scrapes the countertop with his knuckles, making a list in his head of everything he knows to be true. 

Benny’s scared. Benny’s got some ace up his sleeve to help him do what he wants, but he’s missing something to make that last piece click. He’s desperate enough to consider asking Tan to help him out—or he’s bluffing enough to try to tie up a loose end he wasn’t expecting. House wants him dead, so he’s on his very last stretch of rope before it tightens around his neck. Benny’s led himself out to a cliff’s edge, and though he doesn’t look like he’s in particularly dire straits, what with his slicked-back hair and casual slouch, he knows Constantine’s the one that’s either gonna shove him off or help him regain some ground.

“You make some good points,” he says, after the room has gotten so quiet that Benny’s shifting in his chair from discomfort. “But I can’t take a deal ‘til I think it over, especially considering that I sure as hell don’t trust you as far as I can throw you.” 

“Hey, I get it. You figure me for a creep, it’s your prerogative. But you done me a solid already, just by not shooting me. Tell you what, as a token of appreciation…” He fishes in his pocket for something, then slides it across the bar top to Tan. “This here's the key to the Presidential—best suite in the house. Stay as long as you like, free of charge. Give yourself a little change of scenery from being under House’s thumb. If you change your mind, come find me down on the casino floor and we'll work out the next step of this caper.”

He stands up, walks a ways towards the door, stops. He looks back at Constantine, expression unreadable—or rather, complicated in a way Tan doesn’t expect. Brow furrowed in thought, as though considering, but accompanied by a slight frown to his mouth. Like he’s come to some sort of conclusion but isn’t happy with the outcome. Tan nods by way of goodbye, Benny says “Adios,” and walks out of the suite doors, and that’s that. 

In the silence, Tan attempts to parse some of the feelings rising up in him: concern  at not knowing the extent of Benny’s plans, and frustration at his lack of involvement; disgust at the cold-bloodedness of each side involved in this damn situation; exhaustion at having learned so much more about the politicking keeping New Vegas afloat. But above all, avarice, so intertwined with hunger and want that it floods through his veins, creating in him an itching desire to do, to act, to be more than a pawn cast aside in the grand scheme of things. 

Power, and the promise of it, settles like a warm meal in his gut. He hadn’t been a man starved—far from it, truthfully—but it is like having lived so long content with eating radroach meat and blowfly guts, just to learn that a well-cooked brahmin steak is within your reach, spiced with sage and salt and honey. 

Without aiming to, Constantine has put himself in a place where he is noticed, perhaps even coveted, by those powers that surround him. House certainly needs him, to function as his eyes and hands and guns, an arbiter of all the things that a Securitron cannot do. The NCR and Legion know of him, enough to be cautious when coming upon him out on the road. And Benny—Benny might not like it, but Constantine is his biggest threat, while also being his most invaluable potential ally. It’s not that Tan disagrees with Benny’s plans—far from it—but he knows better than to trust the man, and…surely Benny thinks the same. 

Motherfucker.

Benny would be a fool to leave him unsupervised. In fact, he’d be incomprehensibly stupid to leave him alive. The man might be a poser, a liar, and a cheat, but he isn’t stupid—he’s come up with this whole damn plan to dethrone House and seize the city out from under him,  and the only mistake he’s made so far is letting his aim drift a centimeter to the left. 

Tan pushes back from the bar and sprints over to the double doors of the suite, hiding behind where they swing open. He retrieves his boot knife (with its solid weight, its hungry, serrated teeth) and readies himself to deal with the footsteps he can hear making their way down the hall.

He takes a slow, patient breath, and hears them pause outside the door, whispering strategy and deliberation.

There will be no joining Benny in his coup, no. 

When his blade plunges into the first man’s throat, he thinks, Brutus knew better than to ask Caesar for permission. 

No, there will be no more bending to another’s rigged rules. He will simply have to make his own, and change the game to fit them. 

He has just finished rinsing any remaining blood from his hands and face and is watching the last of the crimson-dyed water swirl down the drain of the kitchen sink when he vaguely registers Arcade call out to him. It’s late, almost nine at night, and Tan hadn’t realized Arcade was running late for dinner until he had already lost track of time washing the blood off his clothes—and doing what other laundry needed to be done while he was at it. Yes-Man had been as straightforward as they come, and all that unreserved and candid information had begun to assemble itself into the outlines of a plan. In the empty hush of the Lucky 38, uncaring of the predatory lights and sounds of the Vegas streets just past the walls, Tan found he could lose himself in the intoxicating freedom of potential. Hypotheticals and speculations flit through his thoughts like mosquitoes, and entertaining each one leads to more of an itch. 

By the time Arcade comes home, his thoughts are an incessant onslaught of buzzes and prickles, alleviated only by the assemblage of what has become an elaborate tapestry of every loose thread of connection, every relevant observation, all brought inwards and interwoven—an embroidery of intention and possibility in the shape of a remarkably thorough battle plan.

“Tan? Oh, you are home, good. Listen, I’m sorry about missing dinner, I just completely lost track of time. The Fort was calm until it wasn’t, and then we had a handful of overdoses that needed someone monitoring them at all times, and an entire batch of Fixer had gone missing, so it was just…” He hears him stop in the doorway of the kitchen and heave out a sigh. “It was a lot. Sorry. Have you already eaten?” 

Given how fast Arcade’s talking, he must be anxious. It takes no uncertain amount of effort for Constantine to push his ruminations aside, though he makes a mental note to ask Boone if he’s ever been to Cottonwood Cove before, and if not, if he’d be willing to scout it to compare to what he’d been told by Vulpes Inculta. 

He turns around to face Arcade and finds him the picture of contrition—wringing his hands, brows knit together in worry, and yet, ears and cheeks tinged pink. Embarrassment? 

Wait, that’s right. Tan changed when he got home; he’s clad in nothing but his briefs and an undershirt. He can’t help but laugh. 

“Hey, hey,” he says, trying to sound soothing. “It’s all good. No harm, no foul. I was busy getting caught up in every ounce of drama the Omertas had to offer, anyway. Only just got back myself. Was about to start on dinner, if you’d wanna clean up and join me?” 

Arcade nods and visibly relaxes. He shrugs off his labcoat and steps out of the room, calling back to him, “What’d you get up to today?” 

“Oh, nothing much,” Tan replies. “Just made myself a nuisance to the Omertas, digging around every corner of Gommorah that I could.”

There is the sound of running water, and when Arcade comes back to the kitchen, his hair is slightly damp and he’s cleaning his glasses. “Gross,” he says. “I’m assuming you found plenty of unsavory things?” 

“Mmhmm.” Their dance around the kitchen no longer requires rehearsal. For all his gripes about the casino, Arcade seems to be a creature of comfort, and having a large kitchen with plenty of conveniences at his disposal does wonders for his temperament as compared to cramped tent-living with fireside cooking. He rolls up the sleeves of his gray cotton shirt and takes his place at the counter. He’s as fastidious with his mise en place when it comes to cooking as he is when it comes to medicine, so when Tan returns from the food fridge with an armful of ingredients, Arcade already has the cutting boards and knives in place, and pots and pans prepped upon the stove. 

“Mashed potatoes and some meat sauce thing sound good?” Tan asks, moving the veggies over to Arcade’s side of the counter as usual.

“Heavenly.”

Later, much later, when Constantine is curled up in a dusty corner, wheezing out air that scrapes against his lungs and praying the sound isn’t loud enough to draw attention from the patrolling ghost people nearby, he’ll realize that right then would have been the perfect moment to tell him. There, in their pleasant and early affection, in the company of dim lights and gentle, joking conversation, he could have turned and outlined his plan. He could have said “I am going to do something that you might find irredeemable, because I am going to do it without asking you, without risking you. I am going to take away your chance to sway me otherwise. I am going to walk you into the very bowels of hell and demand you heel.” Maybe Arcade would have understood his reasoning, had he tried to explain it. Maybe they could have spoken about the right time and place for idealism and honor. Maybe Arcade could have helped him craft a better escape, having had time to consider and agree with the general premise behind Tan’s intentions. 

He doesn’t say anything like that, though. He doesn’t shed light on the suicidal mission he’s concocting, doesn’t mention his meeting with Benny or Yes-Man or Vulpes Inculta. He just stops stirring the stew and stares out at the wall a moment before asking, “It’s ‘brave,’ right?”

Arcade looks up from where he’s sitting at the table, having finished with his part until it is time to wash the dishes. “What?”

“Fortune favors the brave?”

“Oh. Well, yes. Though, depending on the translation, it could be ‘bold.’ Fortes Fortuna adiuvat versus audentes Fortuna adiuvat, though the meaning is essentially identical despite the differences in wording.” He pauses, bemused. “Why?”

In that moment, he thinks it might make a good tattoo, a nice reminder to live by. He never gets around to it, though. All that boldness and that bravery, those favored playthings of fortune, will end up etched upon him so deeply that they gouge into his bones. They will live upon him in the rope-thick scars around his wrists, and the endless scratching of his lungs.  Those words will haunt him and inspire him. A curse for when he hits the ground and thinks he will never get back up again; a prayer for when he inevitably does.

“No reason. Just like the saying, is all.” 

[myvillainfam]

DEADLOCK SHOWCASE REVIEW

this will be my unofficial review for Deadlock, since I'm only listening to the live version of the songs and I can't clearly hear all the parts of the song. Because of that no scoring system this time! When it get released on Wednesday in a few hours, I'll do another one of these with the scoring and ranking.

⚠️spoilers ahead⚠️

Come nto my head

JOOYEON RAPPING??? oh my

the prechorus reminds me of something

this song is meant to be heard live

live showcase vs the teasers? live definitely sounds better

Freakin Bad

jun han's guitar solo 🥺🥺

THE SCREAM!!!!!

ode/jungsu shredding that keyboard!!!!!

Bicycle

ooo heavy metal vibes right off the bat?!?!!!! damnnnnn

Still getting those MCR and BMTH vibes...

definitely 2000s rock influences

THE GUITAR JUN HAN HAS DONE IT AGAIN

Checkmate

I'm excited for this one lol

im trying to out a finger on what it sounds like

it's very much more of a western alt rock song

similar to maybe arctic monkeys?? or like that one band they covered... royal blood???

very British alt rock

ahhh it's driving me crazy how I can't put my finger on what it sounds like

SOCIAL CLIMB BY IDKHOW THATS WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE

(ik that IDKhow isn't British alt rock) (low-key exposing my emo self here)

I'm really jamming out with this song

I think it's my fav so far

Good Enough

idk if I wanna listen to this one

imma start crying for sure

okay hold on let me mentally prepare myself

WAIT NO AUTO PLAY WAIT I HEARD THE FIRST NOTES

FUCK IT SOUNDED LIKE 5SOS GHOST OF YOU OR INVISIBLE NOOOO

NOOO IM ALREADY CRYING

ACOUSTIC GUITAR AT THE BEGINNING

ahhhhhh idk if can listen to the rest. I'm only 3 seconds in and idk if I can keep myself together

okay I got this

strap yourselves in this one's is going to be a long "review"

its so soft and sweet

ode singing in that voice aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh

ITS THE PIANO THAT JUNGSU PLAYS FUCK

THE ENDING SJSAJD":KSDJDJFISFKJSDF:HHGTDSFUBHNS:I|

SFDIHFDIHEOUHRSDFIJHS:DIFSKJSDK

FDHFOISHFSIEHFIFHKDNFSDFSIHF?WSF

FDSIJFSLKJEFO(AKNCNKEDJ

GIVE ME A FUCKING MOMENT

IM CRYING

I WANNA THROW UP

ITS GIVING ME GOOSEBUMPS

im full on crying

an orchestra version of this song would be an absolute bomb

i just realized that the piano reminds me of the song "married life" from Pixar's Up

its not that it sound the same its the emotions it gives off

its both hopeful and comforting but also devastatingly sad

i can't make out the lyrics from the showcase vid im listening to but the words i can make out seem like its a song that's longing for the comfort in that one special person you have in your life

Man in a Box

BUM BUM BA BA BUM

that shits so catchy

HELLO SIRRR JUNGSU YES YOU SURE HERE

ooooh the bass is so funky

y'all turning in to a monster? nah baby I'm the fucking monster

y'all making me scream so much my voice is starting to sound like a monster

oh shit gaon's rap

yo why does it lowkey sound like early 2000's reggaeton??

ajskalsjd I'm thinking of daddy yankee LMAO

THAT BRIDGE THO

JUNHANIE SINGING

ahhhh I really love this song

I didn't think I was gonna love this song so much

WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE IM WATCHING A DIFFERENT FANCAM AND

GUNIL SIR I THOUGHT IT WAS JISEOK SINGING FUCK

also I did see Jun Han mouthing "what the fuck" uuuuhhhh

LET KPOP IDOLS SAY CURSE WORDS FREELY

Dear H.

DEAR HYEONJUN AKA DEAR HOPE

wow

okay

JUN HAN MY LOVE THAT GUITAR SOLO

IT WAS TOO SHORT FOR ME

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

imma fucking sing my heart out when I get my hands on the lyrics

[lokislynx]

He blindfolded me. I didn't expect this...

I meow as my toes curl of pleasure.

"Oh you are glorious, Erik."

"Don't stop... please... Ah..."

His fingers touch lightly as a feather sending me sailing on the waves of pleasure. Goosebumps rise all over my body. My heart beats faster. I meow again when he surprises me with his tounge. He licks the skin between my...

"Ah... Nadirrrr..."

Oh merde... it's like his touch had turned my skin alive. Never has it felt this tender... so sensitive... so thin... It would be perfectly perfect torture if it wasn't so wonderfully mind blowing... and gentle...

My body moves and reacts without my permission. I cannot control it. My back arches. I turn my face to the side trying to bury my moan into the pillow.

"Oh, Erik..." he whispers.

His breath feels hot on my skin. His voice tender with love but I can hear the burning notes of passion in it.

His beard scratches my skin nicely. His tounge continues its caresses.

"Oh... ahhh... Nadirrrrrhh... how do you... hhhmmmh... do it...? How can... youhhhh... oooohhh..."

I feel like I'm falling from the top of a wave as he moves further and pulls the ring off my ringfinger. I hear him lay it on the nightstand. Then he spreads my middle finger and ringfinger and licks the skin between them.

"Oh... god... Nadir..."

[blueparadis]

❝ WASTE IT ON ME ❞ + GETO SUGURU

+. CWs: afab-reader,mafia au + vampire au, vampire geto, consigliere Geto Suguru, virgin reader,mafia boss reader, power imbalance, sub-dom dynamics, mention of alcohol, an ambush, pleasure dom geto, bdsm themes, blood!kink, corruption!kink, f-masturbation, f-receiving, fingering, nipple play. ; precis: Geto Suguru, the sole witness of your generation is found to be a little too fond of the new mafia boss, you. wc ~ 1.2k

+. notes: This is a part of Thicker than water collab hosted by sweet Emi @em-plosion & Gangsta collab hosted by @semisgroupie + tap here to read more of my works. tags: @cursedarchiveblog

“You look so lovely in that dress!”, a bold yet meek voice lurks over your ears adorning your skin with goosebumps. You tilt your head sideways lightly saying, “I thought you wouldn't come.” The man comes in front of you and as he adjusts his watch a smile tugs his face as he proudly exclaims, “Ahhh! So, you thought of me.”

Suguru wasn't supposed to be here when you're well guarded especially when there are so many people. He isn't at his best when places are swarming with people. He has been like that since the first time you met him and to think that he would become such a potential member of the family is sure impressive, shocking, to say the least.

Geto stands behind you dressed in a black suit resting his hand on the wooden frame barely inches apart from your nape. Even though every pair of eyes was on you it seemed that those pupils are now tinted with green. “This is so useless!”, he blurts out dragging a chair beside you to sit. Up till now, you couldn't see him properly and now that you actually can you couldn't avert your eyes.

He sits legs crossed one upon the other and turns his gaze towards you. A curl builds up along his lips while he leans his mouth into your ears whispering, “Oh C’mon it's not proper to stare.” And that's him; unhinged by his Madame without any fear in his heart, a heart that won't bow down to anyone but you. You simply looked away.

Even though the party was thrown in your honor, your heart wandered off to somewhere else, where there was bloodbath and revenge. Being the only child, that too a girl wasn't an easy job to make your way till here. It was him, always Suguru backing you up getting his soul dirty to not to taint yours. How could not stare at him?

“Suguru, I'll leave as soon as everything's done!”, you say sipping your drink while he puckers his lips inwards taking the wine glass and exclaiming, “How many times shall I tell you about the basic etiquettes!” with an exaggerated sigh. You glare at him as he tries to control his laughter. While the merriment soaked both of you, a certain pair of eyes focused on you, your smile.

A sharp shriek and the chandelier were onto the groundbreaking into million pieces. Suguru carefully scooped you to a side averting most of the damage, just some mild scratches. “Stay here”, he commands and dashes out of the corner scanning his eyes in the upper gallery. There wasn't a single soul to be spotted.

The guests were immediately aided as per your instructions. You checked your watch and decided to go to the mansion. Regret crawled into your skin like a parasite as his voice echoed into your ears remembering how Suguru was against all of these from the very beginning. He said, “Everything will change, even you when you become the next successor, Madame.” and indeed he was correct.

You put the bandages over the scratches sitting in front of the mirror. You looked down for a moment and as you looked up you saw geto standing behind you at a distance through the mirror. You've never been surprised by his presence. Sure, it would startle anyone but not you. You could sense him coming back to you, always did.

“Say it! Say that ‘I told you— he rests his hands over your naked shoulders pausing your lips. “Are you hurt?”, he asks softly clustering your hair in his hand. You nod while he jocks down exclaiming meekly, “Do — do you know how —scared I was?” as he rubs his cheeks against yours. His breathing becomes erratic, heavy as you place your hand over his face.

You turn your gaze to him and he scoops you up in his arms gently placing you on the bed. You let out a low chuckle earning the obvious question: “did I do something funny?” You rub his cold cheeks saying, “No! No, not” His gaze shifts onto your pulse point. He can hear it so loud and clear that makes him inhale sharply shutting his eyes.

Suguru rolls aside laying beside you as two pairs of eyes stared at the ceiling. "You know your dad would be proud today ... if he was here watching his daughter be the queen of sin city." You turn your face and memories roll down your cheeks as you inhale strongly. Geto knows better than anyone that the walls you've built around yourself to protect yourself will eventually break you. After all, he has been watching you since you're a child; he has watched your dad, your Granpa, for generations. He is the witness of your legacy.

You nuzzle against his shoulders sniffling and crying. He lets you because nothing goes unnoticed from those scarlet eyes. You hank yourself up over his wide torso leaving him perplexed. "Madame, what're you- you place your index finger on his lips, untouched. His lips part, eyes trying not to stare at your body as you say, "Oh! so Madame? wasn't I just (y/n) a while ago?" He fangs peek as he licks his lips before asking," You're willing to cross boundaries your dad set for you?" You brush your fingers along his cheeks while his chest swells up as you move closer to his ears saying, "Why don't you find out by yourself?"

“Stop! Don't do that”, he remarks yet immediately sinks his fangs onto your neckline sucking your sweet addictive blood. He knows his limits, and control yet you wished he didn't. He places his firm hand behind your back as you rest yours on his shoulders. You exploit your lower lip in-between your teeth grabbing onto his collar. He pulls away as his hands slip under your thin nightgown; his lips smeared in your blood. He undresses you staring at your naked beauty panting heavily as he licked his lips. "Oh c'mon it's not proper to stare", you hiss cocking your eyebrows at him. Suguru doesn't avert his eyes.

He flips you underneath him and commands, "Close your eyes" you nod playfully denying him.

He scoffs as he touches your feminity lightly the inner folds making you shut your eyes moaning lightly. "If you're goin' to rule the city and I'm going to guide you; you should listen to me", he whispers peppering kisses all over your body as he stops teasing your entrance. Your boobs lace with goosebumps as he hovers and takes your perked nipples in his mouth eyes gazing at you, hands slowly caving in the valley of your waist.

"Wait. Suguru", and he immediately stops hooking his arms around your body pulling you in his lap asking, "Do you want me to stop?", placing a chaste kiss on your cleavage. You pant in response yet he just rests his head on your chest listening to your heartbeats. It's faster than he imagined. He mumbles, "Take your time baby girl, I have got a whole eternity to make you mine"

You slowly slip your hands touching and nudging your folds. Geto gasps as you continue to thrust the fingers, harder and faster. “Ohhh Fuck, Fu-uck”, you curse as you feel your orgasm close. He holds you in his lap spaced enough so that you can have every drop of pleasure seeping into your skin.

Warm fluid laced with gummy strings lace your fingers. You smile at your subordinate in delirium and he sucks your fingers tasting your juices, groaning. “Well, seems like you don't need my help!”, Suguru leans into your ears whispering,“But I need yours” kissing the fresh wound he inflicted upon you to taste your sweet sinful blood.

[salemwritesxx]

𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓫𝓸𝔂.

     ⇴ male reader [hashira, dom]      ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

requests: Can you write a Tanjiro x reader with a dom reader? I feel like Tanjiro would submit super easily to his partner. Would it also be too much to ask for face sitting?🙇 || Can we get a Sub Tanjirou and the reader completely dominating him? As I write this, I feel as if I may have a problem😞

↣ rating: 18+ ↣ warnings: smut, soft dom, edging, face sitting, creampie, after care

“Ahn, ahhh- [Y-Your.n-name].”, Tanjiro could only stutter and whimper your name when you let go of his throbbing cock once more.

He was so close. So, so close.

“Hmm, you are such a good boy for enduring it, Baby.”, you purred deeply and softly kissed his forehead, making him just sob and whine again. Calloused hands grabbed your haori even tighter. You were almost fully clothed still while Tanjiro was completely naked.

With his legs spread, he threw his head back into the futon once again when your slick, oily hands were back on his cock. Rubbing your thumb against that one sweet spot directly under his cockhead made him shiver so unbelievably hard. His dick was bright red and twitching so much. He hadn’t had released in so long. It was so deliciously unbearable to hold himself back just like you told him to.

“[Y-Your.n-ame] I-I-I can’t… p-please… please let me…”, he whined and begged, though you just shook your head lightly and pressed a soft kiss against his lips. You were so sweet and cruel at the same time, it was so… amazing.

“Not yet, Baby. Hold back for me, Jiro, will you do that?”, you asked so innocently, your teeth gracing along his neck gently before biting into the soft flesh.

“Y-Yes I-I will- AHNH!”, his voice shook so much, but he was a good little sub.

He wanted to answer you regardless. Though Tanjiro couldn’t hold back that loud, whimpering moan when you bit him. All while your hand kept on stroking him.

“I-I’m gonna… ahnh go-gonna cu-“, he warned you that, if you would keep going, he wouldn’t be able to hold back anymore as much as he tried. But he was a good boy and let you know.

And instantly, your hand slipped away from his cock, thus his throat escaped a loud, whiny moan. You were so mean – and he loved it. Gasping for air, his marked chest was moving up and down so erratically. You seriously took his breath away with your sweet torture.

“Tanjiro.”, you erotically purred his name, sending a chill down his spine like that.

“You were such a good boy. Such a good, sweet little sub. You deserve a reward, Baby.”

“Ha? Ahn!”, Tanjiro could only gasp in surprise, before a small moan followed when you pulled him up and against your strong chest.

Instantly burying his face there, the scent of you was seriously driving him crazy. He almost didn’t want to let go anymore, but when you purred an “I want you to ride my face, Baby.” the words alone made him whine and shake. An intense, red color also spread across his face just thinking about it.

“Y-Yes, [Y-Your.na-ame].”, Tanjiro choked out nonetheless.

So, once you laid down, he couldn’t help but look down. Even through your baggy pants he could vividly see your bulge. And it made him happy, knowing that it was because of him. Even though he hated the feeling of being jealous, sometimes even the sweet, gentle Tanjiro felt the little green monster inside his heart.

Crawling on top of you, he gulped hard for a second. Though there was not enough time to feel ashamed or insecure when you grabbed his hips and pushed him down onto your face. Instantly, a moan spilled from his beautiful lips when your tongue didn’t wait even a second to lick over his twitching hole.

Tanjiro was only able to choke out your name before another whine interrupted him, due to your tongue pushing inside his slick ass. His legs and hips were shaking so much. Goosebumps spread from his tailbone up to his neck.

“O-OhNhhGH AHn!”, moaning loudly, he threw his head back.

With his back arched he then slowly started to move his hips like you had told him to. With every passing moment of your skillful tongue lapping around, he got more eager and brave. Your hands around his hips held him, yet rather softly as to grant him full movement when he started grinding against your wet tongue.

Another sob was heard from him when you pushed it back inside, licking along his insides. His hole already so drenched and soft. But he didn’t want to stop, pushing himself down onto your face even more as his hips almost moved on their own. His cock was bouncing so much, one touch would probably make him cum right now. Tanjiro was pushed to the edge and it only took one step for him to fall down.

“I-I p-please let me… let me… c-cum, [Your.name]… Please, please-“, he sobbed and begged again, finger clawing at your haori once more as his movements become more erratic.

You were only able to growl a “Nhn!” before pushing him down further, smushing his ass into your face. Like that, you stopped his movements as your hands had grabbed him tightly now. Immediately a sob was heard.

As Tanjiro stayed still for a moment, he could only whimper. His cock was dripping precum onto your clothes endlessly, but you didn’t let him cum. Instead, he had to concentrate hard to not pop while you tongue-fucked him.

His ass was twitching so, so much. Sucking your tongue in even more. He wanted to be filled already. But you didn’t care about that. Instead, your broad tongue slowly licked over his hole to tease him. Only to cry out when you smacked his ass, a shiver running down his spine immediately.

“P-Please, please. I can’t… I want it so… so m-much, please…”, he begged again.

His voice unnaturally high, because with every lick and flick of your tongue, Tanjiro’s body shook more. And then, you finally stopped, giving him time to take deep breaths. But not for long as you pushed him down from your face, making him crawl downwards until he was hovering over your lap.

“Ride me, Baby. But don’t cum while I enter you, hear me, Sweet Boy?”, you said, a little bit breathless as well.

You sat back up, too, so your broad chest was pressed against his back.

“Y-Yes, I-I will… I will be good.”, he sniffled with a smile on his face.

With shaking hands, he opened your pants and pulled them down just far enough for your big cock to be freed. The moment it bounced back so forcefully and slapped against your stomach, Tanjiro had to gulp down the thick lump in his throat. God, he wanted it so, so much.

A calloused hand wrapping around your cock made you grunt delightfully. This little sound was all Tanjiro needed to feel validated in what he was doing when he started dragging your precum around with his thumb.

“Spit on it, Baby. Make it nice and wet.”, you deeply purred against the nape of his neck, before you started kissing and sucking there.

Another shaky, but approving whine spilled from his lips. Only to gather some spit in his mouth to drool it onto your cock, smearing that and your precum around to make you nice and wet, just like you wanted it.

“Are you ready, Baby?”

“Hmhh”, a high-pitched moan was his answer.

Hovering above your dick, your hands held him tightly around his hips for support. And slowly, he then lowered himself. An immediate loud moan was heard when your cockhead pressed against his hole. Being spread so deliciously wide was already too much for him.

“Remember, Baby Boy, don’t cum. Take it slow.”, you reminded him and he just sobbed.

Oh how much he just wanted to push down his ass and swallow you without even waiting another second. But he listened to your command. Taking your cock inch after inch. Slowly and carefully so the feeling wouldn’t overwhelm him and make him pop that instant.

After you were buried balls-deep inside his ass, he couldn’t contain his shaky moan. You pulled him back against your chest once more, Tanjiro immediately letting himself fall.

“[Y-y-your.na-name]!”, he shakily whined your name when you grabbed his legs and pushed them up, holding them under his knees and spreading them as much as he could handle.

“Hmmm, look at you. So, so wet and desperate to cum. Baby, I want you to cum handsfree on this cock, understood?”, you mumbled against his skin, since you had kissed along his cheek and jaw.

“Y-Y-ESSHH!”, Tanjiro moaned loudly, because you didn’t even wait and instead, started thrusting into him.

He was overwhelmed almost immediately, having to claw at your clothes for support or he would have popped right then and there.

Crimson eyes were only half opened and slightly rolled back as you penetrated his sweet spot. You knew exactly how to angle yourself to make him see little, tiny stars. His mouth hung open, gasping for breath desperately as you held him securely while you drilled your cock into his tight, wet ass.

“AHnh ah-ahnhh!”, not being able to hold back anything, he just moaned and whimpered without thinking twice about it.

His cock was bouncing so much from your vigorous thrusts. Precum had already left a huge mess on his tummy. And he leaked only more every time you shoved your cock back inside that it wouldn’t take much longer for Tanjiro to cum.

As much as he wanted to hold back as long as possible for you, he could just throw his head back against your shoulder. With another loud cry and your hard and fast thrusts against his prostate, he eventually arched his back. Sobbing and crying, his bright red cock was throbbing and twitching so much when he spurted his seed all over his chest and stomach.

After so many weeks, that orgasm shook his whole body; his hips rolling and grinding uncontrollably as he couldn’t stop spilling his cum onto himself. All while you just watched him attentively. Loving the way his body twisted and reacted to his orgasm. It was so intense.

Spilling his thick, creamy cum all over himself, it took so long for him to finally calm down again. His cock was still twitching and throbbing. And then, you reached out and touched his hypersensitive dick.

“AHNHNH!”, that cry pierced marrow and bone. But he didn’t tell you to stop by using your safe word, instead, he just squirmed and moaned.

Your hand stroking his overstimulated cock was such a huge turn on for you. You pressed out every last drop he had held in for the past weeks. Your fingers rubbing against his cockhead was almost too much, Tanjiro seriously thought he was going to pass out. The one leg you still held up high kicked into the air, the other into the futon while his body squirmed on top of your own cock due to your rubbing fingers.

Pushing your index finger against his slit, you kept on stroking and rubbing him until all he could do was babble nonsense. When you realized he was truly on the brink of passing out from all those emotions, you slowly slid back from his cock, leaving it dark red and twitching, and up to his tummy. Dragging all his cum from his tummy to his chest, you chuckled.

“Goodness, Baby. You were such a good boy. Just look how much cum there is.”

“Anh ah ahmh”, was all he could babble and whine, completely out of it.

“You think you can take it, Baby? Want my cum, hm?”, you asked, because you would have definitely stopped. He just had to say that little word or, if he wasn’t able to talk, hold up his three fingers just like you had both agreed on.

But instead, he nodded and smiled crookedly.

“F-Fill… fill… me…”, was all he could utter.

So, you grabbed his other leg again, smearing his cum around everywhere – ah, you would definitely have to wash him properly later – and held it up again. Like that, you started thrusting again. This time, concentrating on your own pleasure as you drilled your cock into his tight ass. The way he squeezed you was so erotic, it certainly didn’t take long for your own pleasure to overtake you.

“I’m gonna fill you, Baby. So much. Want it, huh?”, you growled and then bit into his neck, sucking and nibbling there.

“Mhmm! MH Y-Yes, ye-“, his voice broke as you overstimulated him more and more with your hard thrusts.

And then, you pushed yourself as closely against his back as you could, your cock buried inside of him fully once more. Tanjiro vividly felt your dick twitching as you squirted your seed into his hole. The feeling of your thick cum made him shiver and moan hoarsely. His own dick twitched and the sensation of another orgasm swept through his body, though not as intense as before. Plus, not being able to produce even one more drop of cum, he just arched his back in bliss.

Hearing your own breathless gasps made his heart skip a beat. That was all because of him. Only him.

After your hips had rode out your own orgasm, you slowly stopped and stayed like that for a few moments. Giving you both the chance to calm down your racing heart, before you gently put him back onto the futon.

“Show me, Baby.”, was all you could breathlessly utter when you pulled out.

Tanjiro instantly understood when he kneeled on shaky legs and reached back to spread his ass. Your thick cum immediately spilled out, trickling down over his balls and then dripping onto the futon.

“Hmm yeah, aren’t you happy, Baby? You must feel so… full.”

“Y-Ye…Yes, t-thank you… [Your.name].”, he happily murmured, before a whine followed when he pushed out your cum more.

The squelching sounds as it founds its way out made him shiver.

“That’s my good boy, keep going. Push it all out.”, you encouraged him with a deep purr.

“Ahn…”, moaning softly, he kept pushing, his hole twitching so much and gaping just for you as more seed came out and dripped down onto the sheets.

“Good boy.”, you rubbed soft circles on his ass.

With one last moan, he gave it one last push until merely few drops of cum trickled out anymore. That’s when he finally collapsed fully, not being able to hold himself up longer on his shaking legs. But as you leaned down to softly kiss his buttcheek, he knew you were satisfied with him.

Watching with half-closed eyes as you stood up and walked out of your room, a heavy weight pushed down on his heart. It was always like that. Even though he knew you would come back fairly quickly, he yearned to be with you now. Calming himself down that everything was okay, only worked a little bit.

Hence why, when you came back with a wooden bucket and a cloth in your hands, his heart immediately skipped a beat. Tanjiro couldn’t hold back the little sniffles.

“Shhh, Baby, it’s okay. I’m here now.”, you kneeled down and softly combed through his hair. You already knew how to calm him down, since he was almost always so emotional after your play.

“I love you, Tanjiro. So much.”, you leant down to softly kiss the tears away, his little sniffles breaking your heart.

“I… I love you, too, [Your.name]. So, so much.”, he spoke under his breath and smiled crookedly, his heart feeling so much lighter again now that you were by his side, even if you were literally back in less than a minute.

“I’ll wash you now, okay?”

“Mhm.”, he hummed approvingly.

Hence you knelt down beside him and started washing him. The warm, soft cloth made him sigh a little. First, you traveled up his left leg, then his right one. Making sure to get rid of any cum you had smeared around. Before you reached his ass. Rubbing the soft cloth over it gently, you cleaned between his cheeks, making sure to get all the sticky fluids. Being cleaned so intimately was a little embarrassing. Tanjiro didn’t even know why that soft red shimmer appeared on his face. He literally sat on your face before and now, he was a little shy. But, nonetheless, he completely melted and enjoyed being so thoroughly washed and taken care off.

“Turn around, Baby.”, you dunked it back into the warm water, before it was back on his skin.

Getting rid of the cum from his balls and softened cock, the touches made Tanjiro wince and whimper. He was still so incredibly sensitive. A whispered “I’m sorry, Baby. I’m almost done.” made him whine. Cleaning his pubes and around the general genital area, you made sure to wash away the dried cum and other oils and fluids you had used before. You dunked it into the water once again afterwards. A small purr escaped his lips when the warmth was spreading from his pubic bone up to his tummy now, softly rubbing away the sticky cum you had dragged around his torso.

“There we go.”, you smiled and kissed him again after you were officially done cleaning him and had also wiped away the mess on the sheets a bit.

Putting the water bucket away, you had to hurry out one last time. Though the moment you came back Tanjiro instantly reached out his arms, signaling you what he wanted. Though you would have cuddled him nonetheless. Hence, with a soft laugh, you crawled back onto the futon. Gently placing your haori over him, since you know how much he loved your smell, you also wrapped both of you into the big, warm blanket so he was cuddled against your body tightly.

“Hmmm, I love you. You were so, so good and amazing, Baby.”, you nuzzled your head against his, and Tanjiro hummed happily and nuzzled his back.

“Thank you, [Your.name]. You were also so good. E-Even if I cry so much, I… love it so much what we do, [Your.name]. I hope you know that.”, he mumbled into your chest and you couldn’t help but smile happily.

“Thank you, Baby. That makes me really, really happy.”, you whispered and pressed kisses onto his head.

“Here.”, then you reached out to the cup of water you had gotten, “Drink up, Baby. You need it.”

“Hmh thanks.”, he mumbled, though his still shivering hands weren’t ready to hold it up properly yet, hence you had to help him hold the cup so he could drink it all.

The water made him sigh happily. He had needed that. The two strips of dried meat you had brought back together with the water made him smile. You were always so, so caring afterwards. It made his heart jump and he trusted and loved you even more. If that was even possible.

Giving him a bit of strength back after he ate the two small strips of dried meat, Tanjiro buried his face in the nook of your neck eventually. Inhaling your scent and cuddling into your haori and against you even further.

As you kissed his head and caressed him softly, his mind slowly faded to black as he fell asleep. Knowing that he was safe in your arms, while he was absolutely, completely drained and satisfied, physically and emotionally.

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✦ 👻  𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖍 SEASON 2 👻 ✦

↪ ✧ WRONG TURN ✧

this chapter pairing; vampire!the8 x reader

genre&warnings; vampire!au, vampire!the8, dom!the8, a very little amount of ‼️blood play‼️, dirty talk, degradation, fucking in public, overstimulation, squirting.

notes; Welcome to the first chapter for MONSTER MASH S2! ✨😭💕 We made it, y’all! I’m so excited to get this started and we are starting off strong with a vampire Minghao 😈💕 Also, I will be trying different things in this season of fics so be sure to read the chapter warnings! I’ll put the red exclamations around things that are new because there’s some ideas I had in mind that I know for sure aren’t going to be for everyone! 💕 Thank you so much for your support and interest in Monster Mash 🥺💕 I really can’t believe we’re in S2! Ahhh!! For now, enjoy ch1 and I will see you tomorrow for ch 2! 😈👻 

word count; ~3000

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you took the wrong turn 

took the wrong turn at the wrong time 

you met the wrong one

met the wrong one on the wrong night

‘Just take the trail through the park on the right side of town, it’s two lefts and then the right path when you reach the fork! And don’t forget, leave before the sun goes down!’

The instructions were easy enough.

 Or so you thought.

You stood at another split in the path, brows furrowed as you contemplated your options.

“What? But… Mingyu said there was only one fork in the road… Fuck, I should’ve looked up the directions before I left the house...” You mutter to yourself; feet itching to pick a side now that the sun was way beyond the horizon.

You knew it was dangerous to be there alone and you knew that the forest lined the edge of the park as well - only one wrong turn taking you further into the forest than you ever wanted to go, should you have taken the wrong path.

“Oh, shit, wait, my phone…!” You let out a sigh of relief as you reach for the piece of technology - the smile on your face wiped off almost instantaneously when you notice you don’t even have a single bar of service. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Biting your lip, you peer into the darkness as you try to make a decision.

“Surely if I made a right at the fork, it only makes sense to keep going right... Right?”

The looming trees make you think twice - heart pounding in your chest knowing that there was no real way to find out unless you tried.

“Okay, here goes nothing.”

The trail doesn’t seem so bad at first; benches lining both sides letting you know it was still safe.

But soon you can feel the shift in the air, the chill making your hairs stand on end and the goosebumps rise on your skin when your foot meets dirt and not asphalt.

“W-wait, when did it…?”

Gulping, you take pause right where you stand; eyes darting all around you when you notice the trees seem to have gotten bigger and the path behind you almost disappears when you turn around.

Wait.

“Hey, I heard a rumour recently…”

You take a sip of your coffee, brow raised at Mingyu who wriggles his eyebrows at you. 

“Yeah? What about?”

“Maybe it’s ‘cause Halloween is around the corner but I heard this rumour about the park that’s on the right side of town. Y’know, the one that has paths that lead into the forest?” He leans in and over the small coffee table, grinning at you with his canines showing as you listen intently.

“I heard that if you take the wrong path, you’re not supposed to turn around or else you get spirited away.”

“What? Why? What kind of bogus shit is that?”

He throws his head back laughing; shoulders shaking as you roll your eyes. 

“Well, silly, the rumour is that once you turn around and turn back, ‘something’ in the forest will appear to you and take you away. Apparently some kids went missing last year around this time when they took the wrong turn. People are scared to go out there after dark now because of it.”

“Forests are big, Mingyu, I’m sure it’s just stupid urban legends.”

Your neck feels frozen, much like the rest of your body as you refuse to turn around - too scared of what awaits you when you inevitably had to turn back to the path ahead.

‘It’s okay, it was just a stupid rumour’, you mentally tell yourself, ‘Mingyu probably made it up to scare me and that’s it.’

You reassure yourself once more before hurriedly whipping your head around; eyes darting all around you as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

See? Nothing.

Taking a step forward, you take your time on the dirt path; noting how quiet it seemed to have been despite the wind rustling the trees earlier.

“My, my, little red. Taking the road less traveled, I see.”

Your blood runs cold immediately at the smooth, sultry voice, pupils shaking as you feel a presence behind you - close enough to make your entire body go rigid.

“I--I--”

“Quite bold of you to have taken this route despite all the rumours about the forest. Didn’t your friends warn you about the creatures lurking around here?”

Creatures?

The figure side-steps your frozen body - your eyes slowly taking in the long legs, billowing silk blouse, and the fluffy mussed head of hair before he turns and you meet his gleaming red eyes.

Oh.

“Oh? A cute face too. Ah, the stars must’ve aligned for me~ I’ve been so hungry all night.”

His laugh is angelic and enough for your heart to do a flip in your chest despite the potential danger you were in considering you had no idea who this man was and his usage of the term ‘creatures’ just moments ago.

“H-hungry…?” You whisper, still too scared to move as he runs a lithe hand through his messy hair.

“Oh yes, usually I have to really go out of my way but once in a while, someone just like you takes the wrong turn and well, I won’t deny a meal that falls right into my lap, right, little red?”

“The missing kids…” Muttering, your hands ball up into fists at your sides as the tears start to blur your vision.

“Mm, that silly little rumour from last year, right?” He laughs, “Actually, they got quite frightened and skipped town. Nothing of our doing.”

“O-our?”

“You really don’t know much, do you, little red?”

“Why do you keep calling me that!?”

He grins and you finally see it - the long, sharp fangs that have your breath stopping and realizing what exactly he was hungry for in the first place.

“Was it not little red riding hood that gets told to stay on the path? You, little red, seem to have gone astray this time. And for your knowledge, yes, ‘our’, as in, there’s more to just vampires in this forest, little red. Far more scarier creatures than I, so you should be thankful. I’m just a little hungry, after all.”

He takes a step forward towards you just as you take a step back.

“Earlier you said you were h-hungry all night…”

He claps slowly, nodding appreciative at the way you paid attention to every word. “Oh? You were paying attention. Tsk, well, shall we get onto it then? My name is Minghao, by the way, little red. So sorry for not introducing myself sooner. How rude of me.”

He bows at you slightly in greeting - the gesture not making you any less scared.

“W-what makes you t-think I’ll let y-you drink my--my blood…”

Minghao’s eyes glint a darker crimson as he advances on you and it’s only when your back meets the bark of a tree that you let out a gasp.

“Because like I said, there’s far worse things in this forest than I, little red. And I can at least give you a good time in exchange for a meal.”

“What d-do you mean…?”

You feel a thrum of arousal pour down your body in an instant - his leg slotting between your own as you let out a gasp.

“I think you already know, little red~”

Minghao is shockingly gentle as he slides his cold hands down your body - your eyes fluttering shut at the pleasure building in your body from his simple touches.

“You’re still so nervous, little red… You should try to relax a little. I wouldn’t hurt you~”

He leans in and noses at your neck; soft lips leaving gentle, yet teasing kisses along your warm skin.

“You smell so good too… It’s taking everything inside me to not just have a taste right now~”

You bite your lip as he presses his leg further between yours; the arousal making you grind down onto his thigh as he smirks.

“Oh? Do I not have to work as hard to get you feeling good then, little red? You seem to be enjoying yourself as it is.”

“S-shut up…” Muttering you stare off into the darkness for a second before Minghao’s in your line of sight - crimson eyes twinkling under the moonlight as he cups your face with his cold hand.

“I would be careful if I were you, little red~ We’re not that familiar with each other just yet, are we?” He licks his lips as soon as he feels your breath stutter and he uses his free hand to slide down your body until it ghosts across the hem of your dress.

“But I can tell you’re attracted to me too… Your pretty ‘lil face tells me everything I need to know~” He chuckles under his breath as he lifts your dress and presses his thigh harder against you - soft, quiet moans on your lips when you feel a rush of wetness soak through your panties and his slacks.

“Do I need to prep your pretty ‘lil cunt or do you think you’re wet enough to take my cock, hm?”

You feel yourself wanting to drool at his crude words and part of you is impatient enough that you immediately imagine him just tearing your panties right off of your body as he bottoms out fully inside of your pussy.

“Oh? That how you want me, little red? So you do like it rough, huh?”

“W-what…? How--w-wait, how--”

“I told you. You should be more careful~ You don’t know much about me, little red~ I can read your thoughts and my, my, how dirty you are~”

Your cheeks burn hot in the darkness and you’re rendered speechless out of mild embarrassment.

But Minghao doesn’t seem phased as he hooks a finger around the waistband of your lace panties - tugging hard enough for the material to rip and go limp around your waist.

“Now, how about I give you what you really want, huh, little red?”

There’s a moment of pause where you wonder how you got yourself in a position like this - the hyper-awareness making your brows furrow.

“Your cunt is dripping, little red~ Already so wet for me~” Minghao’s words bring you back down to earth as you watch him; his strong arms keeping your body suspended and pressed against the uncomfortable tree bark as he slowly teases your entrance with the head of his cock.

“When was the last time someone’s fucked this pretty ‘lil cunt, hmm?”

You grit your teeth as the head of his cock sinks into you - stuttered breaths on your lips from just how big he was.

“Well?”

“L-last night…” You whisper shakily.

Minghao smiles gently as he maintains eye contact with you. “I know.”

“W-what?”

In one swift motion, he bottoms out inside of your pussy completely - a shocked cry on your lips when you feel yourself cumming from the fullness you suddenly feel when the head of his cock is already snug against your cervix.

“I can smell him on you, little red~ Tsk, such a shame you didn’t even know you were fucking a warlock. You should really be careful, y’know? Who knows what that foul creature could’ve done to you.”

His lips ghost against your own as he lets you ride out your first orgasm - tongue peeking out to lick the seam of your lips as you whimper.

“You already smell so sweet… But let’s see how much sweeter you can get, little red~ I have quite a sweet tooth, y’know~”

Your walls are still fluttering around his cock when he draws his hips back and thrusts back in - garbled moans and whines on your lips at the thought that your one night stand in the restroom of that bar was more than you knew.

“Ngh, s-so… You c-can tell…?” You place your shaky hands on his forearms to keep steady as your body rocks against the tree behind you. “Mmnh, f-fuck, Minghao…”

“Ah, my name sounds so pretty on your lips, little red~” He thrusts into you hard as you throw your head back against the tree, “But yes, of course. You cute little humans would never notice but I can smell him all over you. But that’s okay, I’ll just have to fuck his scent off of you, right?”

You clench around his cock as he laughs; your trembling thighs around his slim waist as you pull him in closer.

“F-fuck you’re so b-big… B-bigger than, a-ah, the g-guy I fucked l-last night…” You whimper.

“Is that so? Do you even remember his name, little red?”

“Mmnh, n-no…”

Minghao stops his quick pace for a second to go extremely slow instead - guttural moans on your lips when you feel every ridge of his cock inside your pussy as you dig your nails into his arms.

“I’ll make sure you remember mine then~ That way you’ll crave me and want me all the time,” Minghao whispers, “You’ll think about my cock filling you up so perfectly and how nothing or no one will ever fuck you as good as I can… But that’s alright, because that’s how I’ll find you again, little red~”

“W-what, ngh, d-do you mean…”

He resumes his harsh pace once again; hips snapping into you as your body jerks against the tree.

“Your desire will lure me back to you.”

For the next few minutes, all you can hear is the sound of skin slapping mixing in with your soft sighs and moans until Minghao starts to chuckle at the same time that you start to think of how you wanted him to fuck you the next time you met.

“You just might be my favorite, little red~ But be careful what you wish for~ Others might get jealous and start seeking you out too.”

“H-huh…?” You bite your lip as he pounds your pussy - toes curling behind his back when you feel his cock throbbing inside of you.

“Oh, yes, you see… We can be quite... territorial.” He leans in until he’s nosing at your neck again, except this time, his fangs are ghosting across your skin as you gulp, “And some don’t quite like that. They think we should share but… Well, I’m quite greedy.”

“A-are you, mmnh, g-going to f-feed now…?”

He kisses your skin, hips doubling in speed as your walls clench around him in a tell-tale sign that you were going to cum again.

“I will, little red~ So why don’t you cum for me.” He growls.

You let out a choked cry in return as your walls flutter around his cock again but this time, there’s a stinging, unfamiliar pain at the side of your neck that has your entire body going stiff.

Incomprehensible words and noises fall from your lips as Minghao feeds from you in the midst of your high and you start to feel the lightheadedness combine with the pleasure as your lead lols to the side to give him more access.

Minghao grins against your skin as he feeds - your sweet blood filling his mouth as he realizes he won’t be able to let you go once it’s over.

“M--Minghao…” Whimpering, you squeeze his forearms as he starts to draw back - your blood all over his lips and chin when your bleary eyes meet his gleaming crimson ones.

“Oh, little red, you’re so fucking delicious~ I could drink from you all night~” He smirks - eyes on the smeared blood on your skin from his messy feed.

He wasn’t usually this way either, but something about you had Minghao acting a little more feral than usual.

“P-please, ngh, I’m s-so sen--sensitive…” You cry, “C-cum inside m-me… H-hurry...”

Minghao leans in - kissing you hard on the lips as your own blood smears all over your lips and chin.

And when he licks the seam of your lips for entrance, the metallic taste of blood fills your own mouth as you shakily sigh into the kiss and part your lips for him.

‘I want you cum once more, little red.’

‘H-huh…? W-where…?’

‘I’m inside your head, silly red. But I wanna feel your pretty ‘lil cunt cumming around my cock while I fill you up to the brim with my cum.’

‘B-but I, mmnh, c-can’t, I’m too s-sensitive…’

‘You can and you will, little red~ I can feel how much you want to. You want to feel my cum pouring into you... Sliding down your thighs when there’s too much of it~’

The odd metallic taste in your mouth starts to taste normal as he continues to kiss you - his hips snapping into you at a quicker pace as you start to feel yourself cum for a third time.

But this time, Minghao follows suit - cock throbbing inside your warm walls before he starts to unload all of his warm cum inside your pussy.

‘O-oh, g-god, Minghao…!’

Your brows furrow and your legs shake - tears sliding down your cheeks as you cum with him.

‘I didn’t know you could squirt, little red~ You’re getting me all wet~’

Rushed apologies fly through your head as Minghao fucks you through your third orgasm; fucking his cum deeper into your pussy as you continue to squirt all over his lower half. 

Your thighs are trembling and the tears are streaming down your face from the oversensitivity of it all - but a part of you craves more with each second that you can hear of his cum-covered cock still fucking you hard and deep.

Minghao pulls away from kissing you to let you catch your breath after a few more seconds and he can’t help but moan at the visual of you with your own drying blood smeared all over your lips from his bruising kisses.

“So pretty for me, little red~ And such a good ‘lil cunt for me to fuck too. So warm and tight around my cock when I was feeding from your pretty neck~”

Minghao’s words start to sound fuzzy to your lightheaded self - your body going slack against the tree as your hands start to lose their grip around his forearms.

“Oh, you wouldn’t want to fall asleep here, little red~ It can be quite dangerous for you humans to do that~” He teases. 

And for a split second, the adrenaline rushes through you at once as you gasp.

“Wait--”

“Hey, are you okay?”

“W-what?”

Mingyu stares at you from the threshold of his door, red solo cup in hand as he raises a brow at you.

“How long have you been standing at my doorstep?”

“Wait, w-what?” You shakily look around before looking down at your body.

Not a single hair or thread out of place - even when you feel for the lace under your dress, you let out a shaky exhale when you feel the waistband still intact like Minghao had never ripped it off. 

“You’re... not on drugs are you?” He asks quietly. 

“N-no, I just... I don’t remember how I got here, it’s... A little ...fuzzy.” 

Mingyu rolls his eyes and gives you room to walk past him as he takes a sip of his cup.

“Well, I’m glad you made it safely and didn’t take the wrong turn on the path. Remember the story I told you? It’s dangerous out there.”

“Y-yeah, I... I made it safely.” Muttering, you can’t help but feel uneasy about the entire thing. 

There were no traces of Minghao anywhere on your body - not even a drop of cum staining your dress as your cheeks burn.

Wait, my neck...

Your hand flies to where Minghao was feeding - only to find nothing there as you furrow your brows. 

“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re acting super weird,” Mingyu laughs, “They didn’t abduct you in the forest and then replace you with a different body, did they?”

“Who’s ‘they’?” You ask suspiciously.

Mingyu shrugs.

“Dunno. Aliens, maybe? I’ve heard things. But anyway, let’s forget that. Come meet my new friend! He works at the cafe, by the park. His name is Minghao! He’s super nice and I’ve been telling him about you all night!”

[messwriting]

Written for the Whorehouse Compilation [RAW DOG 1080p] (Try Not To CUM) Collab:  Masterlist.

Open wide: the Doctor is IN

Shirabu Keijiro x Female Reader 

Doctor Shirabu gives you a very special treatment on your first appointment.

Rating: E for explicit | Don’t read this if under eighteen.

Note: I’m sorry for being this late to the party. The cursed porn search we all have looked at least once (some... lots of times hehehe). THANKS TO @dymphnasprose​ for the little porn search bar i love them so much ;-; <3 My (very) late contribution to the Whorehouse Server CUMpilation. Thanks for letting me participate Miki! Doctor Shirabu is ready to see you now. 

Warnings: POSSIBLE TRIGGERING CONTENT.  CONSENSUAL NON-CONSENT.  DOCTOR/PATIENT. MEDICAL PLAY. INAPPROPRIATE TOUCHES. WRONG GYNECOLOGICAL EXAM. Breast exam but not really. Corruption Kink.  MEDICAL KINK. Use of medical equipment in inappropriate ways. ANAL PLAY. Established relationship clarified at the end: role-play. Poorly researched medical stuff. Overuse of Good Girl. 

Word count: ~4.4k 

You’re such a cute little thing.

Sitting on top of the big, pristine examination table, waiting for him while wearing an easy summer dress, square heels dangling from one side to the other as your hands fumble with your own fingers on your lap, eyes flying to him immediately as he enters the close space - big, bright eyes shining in the dull white hospital room, framed by beautiful eyelashes and soft makeup. Your tempting lips are almost deployed of lipstick from as much your teeth have punished the plush flesh.

“Hello.” Shirabu greets you with an easy smile, one that he doesn’t really use despite the little effort it takes.

“Oh, hi Doctor.” There’s an anxious smile on your lips and Shirabu feels a tingle start on his fingertips, climb his arm, spread down his back to burn in his guts. You’re so pretty when you’re nervous.

“How are we today? You can come and sit by the chair first.” Shirabu moves calmly, closing the door behind him; carefully turning the key without bringing attention. He’s still testing the waters but he can gather that you’re a trusting one, waiting to hear from him what exactly you need to do and then do it. 

“Ahhh, um… I’m good, just came for my annual checkup.” You say while taking a seat on the chairs, only risking one look up at his face, then lowering those eyes onto his coat, clearly reading his name. Your expression seems surprised… but pleased. Is it because he’s young or because he’s attractive? Shirabu can’t decide, but there’s a clear smile in his lips as he looks you over, then circles his way to sit behind the table.

“Is this your first time here? If not, when was your last appointment?” 

“Actually,” Your eyes meet his when your head angles up and you scurry them down as if you’re embarrassed. Your lips are once again suffering under your teeth before you free them and speak, “It’s my first. Like, ever.”

“Oh,” Shirabu let’s slip with a breath. There’s too much joy in that little sigh and in his tone when he asks, “Really?”

Your head goes up and down first, fingers fumbling, then you seem to remember that you need to speak with him, “Yes.”

“Do you have a medical file here already? Any complaints I should know?” Shirabu covers the usual bases first, calmly checking his agenda and time, how much he can have with you and how he can extend it.

“Hm… No complaints, except…” You fall silent for a moment and Shirabu can feel the burning in your face all the way through the table. 

“It’s okay.” He’s quick to tranquilize you, “I’m your Doctor, you can tell me anything.”

“I think my birth-control is… uh, how can I say this? Making me… a little numb?” You tell him in a low voice, a hint of worry slipping through as you try to send him a little embarrassed smile as if you’re worried he may feel bad about it. 

Shirabu is quick to smile back, so pleased at how you relax and melt back into yourself at the sight of it. He can’t help but think you’re such a good girl. “You didn’t answer the first question, though.”

 “It’s my first time in the clinic as well. A friend of mine recommended it to me.” You give a precious little giggle as if your nervousness scrambles your train of thought and Shirabu thinks it’s endearing, especially the fact that you’re a pretty little thing who doesn’t know best and you’ve ended right on his lap. 

Well, he plans to make the most of it.

“Hmm, understood. So, Miss… Is it Miss?” Shirabu sends you a charming smile, one he knows it’s good, and your eyes seem to flash with something at the sight of it, your throat bobbing right before your lips split in a little smile.

“Yes,” you giggle his way with a little roll of your eyes, as if it’s obvious and he makes a surprised face along with another dazzling smile. Shirabu has smiled more in the last ten minutes than n his whole week and he’s face will soon protest.

“Really? You’re so pretty, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone had already planted a ring on your finger.” God knows he would, and as fast as he could, too. 

You bite at your lips to avoid a smile planting itself in your face, eyes fleeing from his as your hands fist your dress and you left a little breathy laugh out. As if he’s being ridiculous. 

“Okay Miss, so since it’s your first time doing this check-up, I’ll need you to do a few things for me, okay?”

“Sure, Doctor.” God, that shouldn’t mess him up as it does, the hairs on his arm standing on edge at the delicious sound of it in your voice.

“I’ll need you to go to that bathroom right there, strip all your clothes including underwear and change into the paper gown that’s right on top of a cabinet there. Leave the opening to the front and then come back to sit at that examination table right there. Can you do this for me?”

“Of course, Doctor.” Warmth spreads from his body, rolls thick with his blood around his limbs and starts concentrating south. Jesus, you’ll be his demise like this.

“Good. Now go.”

Once you’re out of sight, Shirabu makes arrangements. And when you come back, clad in nothing but a paper-thin gown that leaves little to the imagination, he buttons his coat as long as it goes. Just to be sure.

His eyes thread carefully over your barely concealed body, enthralled by how your breathing comes in quick puffs of air, goosebumps rising on your skin under the cold temperature of the room. Pressing against the warmth of his palm at the slight touch of his fingers on your shoulder. 

“You can sit at the examination table. We’ll start with a breast exam before you lie down, okay?” Shirabu knows his voice is sweeter than usual; carefully built in a trusty tone, words rolling off his mouth a little deeper, a little low - all just so he can assure he has your attention. 

 “I’ll start with a breast exam and then you can lie down.” He explains his steps one by one, so when he opens the front of the barely existing paper gown, all you do is take a sharp breath and slowly let the air out. So nice. Such a good girl for him.

He carefully brings his fingers to glide over the outskirts of your breasts, pressing on your flesh with steady, slow to warm digits. Shirabu feels as you fidget slowly when he circles the flesh once, slow and deliberate with the pressure he applies. “I’m checking for any unusual lumps around the tissue,” Shirabu tells that so close to your face he can feel the warm wave of air your gasp lets out at his words, and he pretends the little taste does nothing for him despite the way his blood boils in his veins. 

He does the same circular motion a second time, then a third time in reverse, and all but grin in his self-satisfied way when he notices the shy nub stand to attention. Your brows are furrowed even from such little stimulation, throat bobbing as your mouth sucks cold puffs of breaths inside your lungs. 

Shirabu’s digits slide up your collarbone, then press together in a quick motion from all the way up to under your breast, stealing just the slight touch over your erected nipple. 

“Please put your hand over my shoulder,” Shirabu says carefully, detached; and is delighted when you push a little dazed “what” out your swollen lips. 

He can’t help but smirk; poor little lamb is lost to the wolf around her - and his claws are already in. 

“Like this, honey.” His hand takes yours in his, open your palm with his fingers to press it on his shoulder, a wide-angle that gives him better access and provides for a comfortable examination. 

“Hm, okay!” You strangle it out, cute and bashful and Shirabu feels his slacks getting tighter.

“Good,” he breathes close to your face and restarts his movements, digits massaging up and down your chest, right side first as his fingertips get together to start to draw patterns from outside until the center in a repeated motion that ends with just a barely-there, butterfly touch over your nipples as he does a careful glide around the circle.

Your shoulders tremble and curve inwards as your abdomen seizes, hints of your pleasure that Shirabu can pinpoint even without his medical expertise. It makes his heart soars; such a little innocent thing that you can’t even speak up about it, just quietly suffering from the need growing inside you until you’ll burst.

His hand stops under your breast to weigh it, palm covering the extension of flesh as his thumb slides in a fond motion to the sides. 

“Now I’ll do the left,” Shirabu announces and feels as you tense, eyes looking up at him in a lost haze even as you blink and nod. There’s a small storm brewing inside your eyes clouding them over, as if you’re struggling to catch up to his fingers, trying to fully wrap around his motions and still falling victim of your innocence, agreeable and placid, trained and directed to respect authority. 

Dr. Shirabu knows best, you’re probably thinking as you nod once again, hands grabbing at anything they can to hide their trembling. Then he starts his ministrations by rolling your nipple with his thumb, drawing a gasp from you.

 “Oh, sorry,” Shirabu says with fake sorrow before he starts the circling massage around your breasts once again. 

A humming agreement is all you answer him, lips pressed together as if you’re embarrassed by the noise you’ve left. Oh, poor little thing. 

He can’t wait to ruin you.

Shirabu wonders if you can notice how he changes the motions of his fingers this time around, pressing closer to the center and around the halo of your breast as he kneads the delicious mound with his digits. 

Your knees are practically pressed together and you’re struggling to hold your shoulders up in a straight line and Shirabu is absolutely delighted at causing your downfall with such little, fickle things as the point of his fingers.

He waits for the moment where your teeth close sharply over your swollen lips, holding both breath and noise inside, and angles both his hands to press under your breasts, upwards motion that is a good excuse for groping - not that you’d know. Your spine curves as your head turn down in waves of burning hot embarrassment at your own behavior and Shirabu simply has to move before he does something bad.

Well, worst.

 “All done,” he tells you with a small curve on his lips as he steps back. You wait for him to turn before letting a breath out, but even that sounds sharp in the silence of the room. Shirabu hides his hands from your eyes in his pockets, fingers twitching in the absence of your smooth skin under his digits.

“Now we’ll pass to the examination.” The little tremble in your frame is enough to add twisting fire into his veins, temperature rising even when the air conditioning is running low. Shirabu does his best in making his voice sound unaffected and neutral, walking over to the stirrups and adjacent dressing table where he keeps his medical gloves.

“You can lie down and put your legs over the supports.” 

“Yes, Doctor.”

You obey like a good girl, the simple motion already flashing him the precious skin underneath, legs spread wide open and immobilized. Anxious eyes look for his in reassurance, then seem to think better of it as they fall down to watch your open legs. The view making you squirm once again in the padded table. 

So precious.

And trusting.

Your hands are clasped over your belly in an attempt to keep them from fidgeting, eyes eagerly fleeting between Shirabu’s frame and the ceiling. He sends a smile your way as he pulls the chair close to the stirrups and your disconcert is practically charming. 

When Shirabu walks over to sit between your open legs, his cock strains against his slacks, immoral coil twisted hard at the small peak of heavenly skin, of glistening folds swollen by the blood flow.

If only he could lick it.

There’s a tremble to your form that he can’t pinpoint, but the wide-open arch of your legs immobile over the stirrups clear are involved in; that, and the pulsating arousal in your center, if the way you’re throbbing open for him is any indication. 

Shirabu had considered going slow, threading carefully before taking what he wants, but the fortitude of his mind is being challenged by the view alone: You, laying on the table, legs spread and skin glowing. It’s wicked. Shirabu wishes so much to taste, but he’s snapping his gloves on instead. 

 “Are you sexually active?” He makes small talk, chair sounding loud in the silent room as he finally takes his place on it.

“I’m, uh, not for a while.”

“Any unprotected intercourse?”

“Hm... N-no.” Huh. Shirabu doubts he was able to hide the motion in his lips signaling that the little slip in your tone isn’t lost. “Are you certain? We may need to do a test, just to be sure.”

Your eyes fleet to him, shining in the artificial illumination, flustered expression as you down them for your clasped hands after. It’s rather endearing to watch as your anxious behavior spike, the way you’re unable to twist or move, pinned there by physical barrier more than just his eyes.

“It’s possible.” You answer him, meek, and he tries not to smile. “But I’ve been on the pill.”

“Ok, then. You mentioned numbness. Did you mean during intercourse or just in general?”

“Sometimes general, but normally when I’m… touching… myself.”

Oh well. What a nice little improvement. His eyes bore on yours between the valley of your legs, the air surrounding you both turning thicker. 

“Understood. I’m going to be touching you now.”

You nod, and then gasp when his hands actually touch the inside of your open thighs, a light caress to satiate the need to know how soft and plush you feel, and it’s exactly as much as you look. You suck in a breath slowly, and Shirabu lets his fingers slide up to your hot center.

“I’ll start with the pelvic exam. If you feel any pain or discomfort, just say so.” You nod and he starts slowly, two gloved fingers carefully threading over the swollen labia with acute precision, circling motions as he caresses the underside of your most sensitive place and downwards, rounds the dripping wet entrance, and sliding back up, fingers opening in a “v” motion, a small twirl around the engorged nub above it all. “I’m making an exterior exam, any numbness?”

You nod your negative. Eyes barely holding themselves open, teeth sunk on your lips. “Tell me if you either don’t feel anything or feel anything hurting.”

“Okay,” it’s mostly a whine, breath leaving your mouth as soon as you open it. He descends a third finger over your sex, up and down circling motions that rip a groan from your throat.

“Does anything hurt?” Shirabu’s voice is collected, calm, a stark contrast to the throbbing length in his pants. “Numb?”

“I...don’t think so?” You’re trembling, voice breathless as the stirrups squeaking under the strain of your thighs and Shirabu’s other hand comes up, palm planting over your pelvis, feeling the soft skin and then pressing his palm on it.

“Doesn’t seem like you have a problem with sensibility.” He tries to reassure you as his fingers thread to your entrance, indicator slowly tracing the tight circle pulsating in front of his eyes. You’re dripping wet, soaking his gloves and all he can think is what a delicious little patient.

“I’ll be entering you now, okay? There’s no need for the speculum, so I’m performing a touch exam.” 

“Oh-kay, doctor,” comes your little gruff voice, putty under his hands and opening up nicely for his fingers when he presses inside. You’re tight, wonderfully so, clinging to his gloved fingers. Shirabu angles them up and deep, your blistering warmth spreading from his digits to his arm and then his whole body. 

He’ll have to find a way to “test” you there, as well.  He doesn’t retreat his fingers, but he aims the motions of them inside and above, looking for the sensitive place that’s bound to make you-

“Ah!” 

There it is. Shirabu chuckles and rounds the place with his digits as your knees buckle inside then angling out, spreading wide. He retreats his fingers, rolling them with a little scissoring, then plunges deeper inside as an excuse of trying to reach your cervix. If only he could use his cock- that’d be way easier.

“And now?” Shirabu asks, wicked. “Any pain? Numbness?”

“N-uhnn-” You try to speak but choke on a soft moan, your hands flying to your face as you swallow and answer him back in a trembling tone, “No.”

“Anything else?” It’s teasing, clearly, but you don’t seem to notice it, dazed eyes searching for him as you wet your mouth before speaking.

“It feels… weird.”

“Really? ” Shirabu spreads his fingers a bit, rolls them to feel around your walls. “Why’s that?”

“I- I don’t know. It’s… good.”

“Hmmm… That’s interesting.” His gloved thumb descends over your labia, rolls over your clitoris with strict precision, fingers angling inside to meticulously hit that special place once again. The table squeaks under the strength of your buckling, open cunt pulsating around his fingers in plain view for his appreciative eyes. “You seem to be a bit oversensitive, not numb.”

“Is that- a problem?” You say between breaths as Shirabu’s thumb rolls over your clit. He’s astonished you don’t question any of his debatable moves, only looking at him with dazed, soft eyes. 

“Depends. Do you always leak like this? It can be a condition.” Shirabu presses his palm over your pelvic bone, angle his fingers meticulously and swirl your clitoris with his thumb in firm precision. You moan and immediately recoil in embarrassment, mouth agape in your own surprise. Shirabu scissors his fingers in a rotating motion, inside and out for barely a few seconds and your spine arches off the table, mouth falling in a wide “o” as you tremble on his examination table.

Delicious.

“Sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No,” you answer in a breath.

Shirabu palms his length to release the pressure, cock straining at the soft expression of rapture on your eyes. “Everything seems good inside; But maybe you’re sensitive. I’ll keep that in mind for the next exams.”

“Is it… done?”

“Almost.” Shirabu smiles, but it's a be-ready-for-trouble one. “All we need is the ultrasound for the internal exam.”

“I thought you had just-”

“This one was the touch one, the next one is done with the ultrasound equipment. It will be inserted inside and then I’ll be able to take a good look at your uterus health.”

“Oh, okay.”

You seem focused on catching your breath as your stretched hole keeps winking at him, as if begging for more. Unfortunately, Shirabu has to move on. He pulls the equipment table close, moves the screen to the side and at a fairly inaccessible angle for your eyes. The transducer reminds a wand, long, shaped anatomically thin with a slightly larger head, barely two-fingers girth. 

“Have you ever orgasmed before? Sensitive dysfunction can make it harder for women to achieve sexual gratification.”

“I… actually don’t know…”

Shirabu slides a condom on it, drops a generous amount of lube over it and then turns to you with a smile. Your legs twitch and your walls clench and he has a strike of brilliance right there as he eyes the pretty furl of muscle under your pleading pussy.

You yelp as he brings a lubed finger to draw rings over your rear, embarrassed eyes quickly searching for his.

“Doctor?!”

“Oh, sorry. The equipment goes in anally. Didn’t I mention that?”

“No?!” You groan, surprised, a soft breath escaping your lips.

“Sorry. I’m just preparing you, passing something to help it.” Shirabu explains, as a liar, and slowly work you open with his indicator pressing inside - carefully, slowly, with clinical precision until his whole knuckle is inside and your breathing is labored, open pussy throbbing for something he can’t give it to you just yet. How precious. “I’m inserting it now. Please tell me if it hurts.”

Shirabu angles the device on the lubed hole and watches, enthralled, as your ass swallows it’s wider head whole with just the first push, the rest of the body following easily as the tight ring presses the overflowing lube out. Fuck. Shirabu’s cock is weeping uncontrollably inside his slacks and he carefully brings a hand to help with the tightness of his pants, opening it enough to allow his thick length to escape free, but still covered by his lab coat.

Then Shirabu presses the device deeper, the angle sharp. He brings the receptor over your belly, presses way to closer to the apex of your sex. “Does it hurts?”

“No,” you breathe out, dazed.

“Does it feel good?”

“...Yes,” you sigh.

“Hmmm, interesting.” Shirabu retreats it, pretending to angle it somewhere else. He moves the equipment a bit more and your knees tremble as your pussy starts to drip on the floor. Jesus, that’s fucking hot. He leaves the receptor over your skin to fly his hand to his cock, slowly pumping it to relieve the throbbing ache. You’re way too lost in your own pleasure to notice his, and that only makes him more feral.

“You can feel something entering you now, but it’s just another equipment,” Shirabu says as he abandons his aching cock to slide two fingers inside your pleading hole, instead. He’s not even sure you understood his warning. Cute. 

“Doctor,” you breathe, almost panicked and Shirabu rolls his thumb over your clit to hear you yelp, your ass tight around the transductor as he scissors his fingers on your wide-open cunt.

“Yes?” 

“I feel... “ You sound so wrecked and lost, a shiver wandering down Shirabu’s spine as his throat bobs. Your pussy throbs around his fingers, begging for something it can’t even pinpoint. Poor thing.

“Pain?” 

“No? Something… else.” Such a cute breathless voice, chest heaving with rabbit-fast beats that Shirabu almost can feel on his fingers deep inside your soaking walls. 

“Pleasure?” He offers, fighting the need to smile at how your confused expression, brows furrowed as you try to think of another word but come ultimately short.

“I…” You start but bite your lips to hold the noise at how he aims at your special spot. Then blink twice, still losing the fight against the thick pleasure fog in your mind. “I guess?”

“Wow.” You’re so honest. Shirabu’s surprise is fairly genuine. He hopes his tone sounds more understanding than completely hungry. “Well… It’s not unusual for patients to feel arousal by exams considering their invasive nature. It’s okay, don’t panic.”

“But,” You start, tense and writhing, but Shirabu stands up, the equipment in your ass changing angle but his eyes are finding yours in the distance. 

“It’s okay,” Shirabu repeats and you listen, hazed eyes focused entirely on him. “Take a deep breath.” 

You obey so well, mouth opening as you breathe deep, chest filling even when Shirabu slowly edges the equipment out of your tight asshole. The fingers inside your pussy don’t stop, though, and he brings his other hand, now free, to aid him in wrecking you. “Now surrender to it. Let it wash over you…” 

“I…” You whine and tense, but then his two hands are gliding over every erogenous zone on your labia with acute expertise, and you let go, bones essentially melting under his ministrations; letting out a soft, obedient, won over, “Okay.”

“Good girl.” He tells you and rotates his fingers in and out, keeping you nice, wet and wide. You’re close. Shirabu can feel it in how you’re swelling around him. “You’re an amazing patient, Miss. Just do as I say and I’m telling you to cum.” That does it, as your head angles back, hands holding yourself and the table as you take a deep breath.

“Yes, doctor,” You whisper and moan, surrendering to the intense orgasm that pulses suddenly through you and quivers around his fingers. It’s beautiful to watch you come undone, legs trembling sharply as they’re held wide open, pussy fluttering in a wave of wetness that joins the puddle on the ground, mouth open as your tongue slides past it, eyes rolling inside your skull and probably seeing white. 

Shirabu never feels tired of it, finally angling himself to bend over your frame, mouth looking for yours quickly as he breaks character.

“Keijiro,” you sigh, pleasure-drunk and Shirabu licks over your open lips, bites on your jaw, sucks the skin to leave his marks. 

“Yes, love.” He answers against your pulse point and you lets out a satisfied sigh by his ear.

“That was amazing.”

“You think so?” Shirabu rolls his hips against your bare, soaked wet pussy, and his free cock rolls deliciously between the lubricated folds. “I’m just starting, though, Miss. I think you’ll need a more thorough exam, though. With special equipment too.” He brings his hand to angle his cock on your entrance, eyes locked on yours as you blink and smile, blissed out and pleading. Shirabu presses himself inside and you throw your head back in bliss, hands planting on his shoulders with sharp nails aiming for his skin. “Such a good patient I have. Open wide, love.” 

You arch your head back to look up at him, mouth falling open on command, for Shirabu to do as he pleases. You, wide open on his table, for him to do as he pleases. He’s your husband after all and you’ve learned from a long time that what pleases Dr. Shirabu Kenjiro the most is picking you apart piece by piece, white bliss searing your every nerve-end as you fall and shatter for him, drowning under his thumb as he holds you down waves of pleasure, dragging you like the tide - strong and unyielding until it hurts to even breathe. 

The mere thought of having more makes your lips fall open in a moan, “yes, Doctor.” 

Because you love everything about that. 

[lilosaur]

hewwo! i've read your writings and they're so fluffy hhhhh 💖 also if it's alright, can i request scenarios for the boys(mitsuya, chifuyu, inui) when their s/o knit them a scarf or sweater?? 👉👈

ahhh tysm!! I hope you enjoy reading this, I’m glad you enjoy reading my works’ 🤎

༉‧₊˚✧ When You Knit Them a Scarf ˳೫˚∗

⟶ ticket no. 4 ɞ

w/ Mitsuya Takashi | Matsuno Chifuyu | Inui Seishu

Warnings - wearing a scarf? relationships

fluff!

ʚ Mitsuya Takashi ɞ

Mitsuya himself makes you a lot of clothes, you’d get cool clothes only available for you to wear! When you told him that you knit he probably got really excited that you two kinda have something in common!

You decided to make him a scarf since your relationship has gotten tighter over the weeks, you really put your heart and soul into the whole project, from planning it to picking out the colors to figuring out how long it should be. It may have taken you a little while to make but it was so worth it! You just hoped Mitsuya would love it as much as you do.

You decided to put it in a little gift box and buy a fancy bow to put on top, it really just adds a bit of spice to the whole thing!

You stopped by Mitsuya's house after school to bring him your little gift. Your kinda nervous to see if he’ll like it or not. but honestly he will love it When you put the gift in his hands he looked at you and smiled, his smile is so bright and warm!!

“What’s this?” He asks in his soft voice. omg his soft voice is so<33

“A gift for you!” You say excited and eager for him to open it.

Mitsuya carefully lifts open the top of the box and immediately smiles when he sees the scarf inside, you can tell he really likes it!

“Wow y/n this is so pretty, your actually amazing you know that?” When he said that you can feel little butterfly’s flutter around your stomach. he’s so sweet

“I was worried you weren’t going to like it haha” When you told him that his smile kinda faded a bit :(

“Why would you think that? Of course I’d love it, it’s coming from the most amazing person in the world, my one true love.” Your heart was about to melt… literally. Mitsuya wrapped his arms around you pulling you into a hug.

“Thank you for the scarf.” He whispered into your ear, you were blushing just a little bit and super happy that he liked it. Maybe you should make him more things in the future..

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ʚ Matsuno Chifuyu ɞ

You saw on tiktok that someone made a scarf for this s/o, you wanted to do the same thing for Chifuyu.. you knew how to knit a little bit so it was time to do some research on how to get better at it. After a few practice tries you were ready to start on your big project! A scarf for Chifuyu, especially with winter coming up he’s gonna need one! You decided to put little cats that looked like peke j into the scarf, he’ll definitely love that. peke j is so cute too ngl

You took one final look at the scarf, it have a few flaws here and there but you were still new to knitting and not everything’s perfect, you just hoped Chifuyu would like it enough to wear it..

You and Chifuyu had a date tonight so you decided to give it to him then as a surprise gift! You found a nice gift bag to put it in with some fancy paper to add some pop to the whole idea.

Once your date was almost over you pulled out your gift for Chifuyu…

“Oh no you didn’t have to get me a gift y/n!”

“I want you to have it, it’s personalized for you silly!” His face looks confusing when you said that, ‘personalized for him??’

When he took out the fancy paper he saw the scarf sitting alone at the bottom, he gently pulled it out and a joyful smile appeared on his face.

“Woah this is so cool! Did you make this?” Chifuyu asks excitedly

“Mhm!” You responded too nervous to make any real conversation.

“Oh my gosh even peke j is on it, your the best y/n!!” Chifuyu made sure to give you plenty of tiny kisses all over your face while walking you home, just the thought that you made something for him warms his heart so much.!

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ʚ Inui Seishu ɞ

Inui is definitely the kind of person who is almost always cold or shivering with goosebumps all over, it was your grand idea to knit him a cute and casual scarf that maybe could help him out with that. You didn’t really know what kind of theme Inui would like since he doesn’t share much of his small interests like favorite animals/colors :(

So you decided to stick to basics and make a lovely beige scarf, something simple that maybe he’ll like it? You made sure to make it long enough that it drapes down his shoulder to help keep his body warm too! Secretly planning the perfect gift hoping that Inui would like it too.

You were so close to being finished on Inui's scarf working on the last bit in your room when you hear your window start to open…

“Hey y/n whatcha doing?” Inui pops into your room from the window… it’s like 1:00 in the morning-

“Inui! What are you doing here!?” You shout lightly trying to cover up your gift for him.

“Oh are you making something? I really just kind of missed you so I wanted to come by and hang out. If your busy I can go-”

“No it’s fine I was just working on a project..”

“What kind of project?” he asks while he inspects what your hiding with you hands.

“Umm it may be a gift.. for someone…”

“Huh? Oh I get it, oops my bad did I spoil jt for myself?” Inui laughs nervously with his hand behind his neck.

“No it’s okay, im almost finished with it so you can have it once im done!”

“Can I watch you finish it?” He asks curiously.

“Oh sure..” you reply nervously with a bit of light pink developing across your face.

You spend the rest of the night knitting on your ‘project’ while Inui watches behind you. Maybe your little gift was spoiled but by the look in his eyes as he watches you, you can tell he already loves the new addition soon to be in his wardrobe.

Wow I really enjoyed writing this, if you can knit that’s so awesome I wanna learn to knit one day!! As always thanks for reading and have an amazing day/night <3