#I think I need someone to lock me in an empty room until I finish my fic of them. i really just need to edit it and post it because it has

[radroachmeat]

Girls who kill people together 💜

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[meosq]

BAKER

“함께한 기억처럼 , 널 보는 내 마음은 “

summary ; in which Bonten finds out about Mikey’s lover who he tried ever so hard to keep a secret….

genre ; fluff

warnings ; Bonten!mikey, spoilers (?) , fem!reader , cursing , violence ( i mean its bonten??)

It was a calm and setting afternoon in Tokyo, where the streets weren’t as busy and people could actually hear their thoughts.

A rather short man walked across the streets as his dark locks swayed in the wind. The sounds of his munching and quickening pace overtook the quiet streets. He walked at this pace until he reached a certain café which was closing due to the lack in customers today.

“oh where closing right now! Sorry for incon-“ a sweet voice was heard through the empty cafe as the door opened indicating a so called “customer”.

“hi [n/n]-chin!!!” The black haired male stated almost imitating the sweet voice of the female.

“Oh, Manjiro! I wasn’t expecting you!! Aren’t you meant to be in a meeting right now?” [Y/N] stated as she moved away from cleaning the counter tops.

“Missing a meeting to see you shouldn’t be a problem! “ Manjiro stated as he walked towards her ,hugging her as if he hadn’t seen her this morning!

“But manjiro..” [y/n] pouted as she looked at him. “You know they don’t know about us, they might think something has happened to you..” [y/n] stated worriedly as she hugged manjiro back.

“Its okay. I’ll handle things, don’t worry your sweet little head about anything.” Manjiro stated as he took [y/n]’s hand and walked towards the locker room.

“How about we have a little fun since where both not busy at the moment…” manjiro smirked while grabbing the door behind him.

“Manjiro-“

meanwhile, at Bonten’s HQ

“Has anyone seen Mikey? We where meant to start the meeting an hour ago and no-ones heard from him?” A pink haired man stated standing up from the meeting desk.

“Im going to go look for him.” The pinkie stated again.

“Ill come with, you can’t be trusted alone sanzu..” a scar faced man stated also standing up from his seat.

“shut up , kakucho..” sanzu stated. “Lets go then”

“How are we even going to find him?” kakucho stated

“I have a gps on his phone.” Sanzu stated calmly almost as if that wasn’t weird as hell.

“What the fuck?” Kakucho stated confused as hell.

“What?” “I had to, you know how he runs off..” Sanzu stated trying to defend himself , which only resulted in a look from kakucho.

“Whatever” sanzu grumbled.

“It says he’s at this cafe.. weird” sanzu stated looking at where mikey’s GPS was.

“Well then? Lets go check it out” kakucho said as he stepped on the peddle.

meanwhile mikey & [y/n]

“M-manjiro…” [y/n] stated as she fixed her uniform and hair. “You need to stop doing this in public.. what if someone walked in” [y/n] stated blushing at the thought of her customers seeing her so lewd..

“Then so be it. They’ll know you’re mine.” Mikey stated calmly fixing his pants. “Plus , its fun seeing you so embarrassed while i dic-“

“OKAY OKAY WE GET IT AHH” [y/n] said as she cut of mikey and looked away in embarrassment..

“Anyways, manjiro babe could you get the bag of pastries in the back while i finish up the cafe?”

“Oh sure!” Mikey said as he went to the back, to find said paste bag

The chimes at the door once again sung indicating another customer as entered.

“Oh sorry! We are closed-“

“Where is he.” The pink haired stated clocking his gun and pointing it at [y/n] .

“what are you talking about??” [y/n] stated as she faced the pink haired man.

“I wont ask again. Where is he.” The male stated again. “Im not afraid of hurting a woman”

Now [y/n] was getting pissed. How dare he come into YOUR cafe and point a gun at YOU??

“Okay now you’re just pissing me off. Who even are you?” [y/n] stated as she reached into her skirt pocket for the gun Mikey gave her in case of an emergency.

“stop being difficult and just tell us where he is woman. “ the other male spoke up not wanting to cause i scene in here.

[y/n] at this point has point her gun at both males visibly angry catching the guys off guard.

“Can you just leave?-“

“[n/n] i got the bag-“ “sanzu? Kakucho? What are you doing here” mikey stated confused then noticing the guns pointed at his dear lover and [n/n]’s gun also pointing at them.

“what the hell are you doing sanzu?” Mikey stated visibly angry at how sanzu was treating his wife.

“Boss! We where looking for you and she wouldn’t tell us where you where-“

“YOURE SANZU?? “ [y/n] spoke up, now realising these where Manjiro’s executives.

“Oh my god! This is so embarrassing… “ [y/n] stated as she covered her face with her hands, still holding the gun.

“Ahh manjrooo… i told you so.. now ive made a fool of myself..” [y/n] said as she crumbled to the floor in embarrassment.

“its okay love. Dont worry” mikey said sweetly to [y/n] “ its about time i told them anyways”

“love???????” Sanzu said confused as to how mikey called another woman love.

“Call the others here.” Mikey ordered as he went to [y/n] side holding in his laugh.

“why where we called here boss” Ran stated confused on to how a normal meeting had ended up with them in a cafe.

“Id like to introduce you to my wife.” Mikey stated as he walked into the room they where in slightly pulling on something.

“manjiro i cant.. “ a small voice said behind mikey.

“ its okay love dont worry “

“WIFE?” The executives shouted confused on how THEIR QUIET BOSS BAGGED A WIFE.

Mikey stepped aside revealing a beautiful timid lady, holding onto mikey like her life depended on it.

silence.

“hi” y/n said trying her hardest to hold contact and not buckle against her knees , y/n had always been a timid and quite girl throughout her life.

When she had met Manjiro she was in a 2 year of middle school , struggling with bullying , her studies and the strictness of her home. Manjiro was her safe haven , she didnt care what he did, as long as he always came home to her .

The executives stayed silent as they watched her shuffle behind Manjiro and tried to hide herself from their strong lingering gazes on her .

“Would you like some tea and taiyaki ? “ she whispered swiftly making her way behind the counter without bothering to listen for their answer.

“Boss.. how long have you had a wife?..” Sanzu stated , first to speak up as the silence had started to take a toll on him.

“9 years.”

“Oh.”

“How long did you know her?”

“Since l was 13.”

“oh”

“Why didnt you tell anyone-“

“We wanted to keep to as quiet as possible , as you never know who could target her. But it was inly a matter of time before you guys find out. Cause i mean, we are expecting. “

“Oh understandable..”

“Wait.”

“Boss, what do you mean expecting “

“We are having a child.”

“oh! “

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

[sejanusxcoriyo]

Pairing: Sejanus x Capital!reader

Warnings: praising him, dirty talk, oral (giving and receiving), sloppy blowjob, handjob, hard fucking against the wall, riding his cock, p in v, sejanus storming out at the start of the games, sub!sejanus, dom!reader, whimpering, over-stimulation

Synopsis: Sejanus storms out of class after Marcus is revealed to be beaten and left to die. You leave out to find him, and calm him down. He rambles on about the games and you need to find a way to quiet him down.

"YOU ARE ALL MONSTERS!"

You look at Coriolanus and you look at the screen with the remaining tributes and you run out after him. You run down the hallway as fast as you could, looking in the rooms as you passed by. You finally find him in a empty classroom, with the door locked.

"SEJANUS OPEN THE DOOR!"

He opens the door and walks away. You walk in after him, closing and locking the door, after you follow him to the window. You grab his hand and lace your fingers through his.

"Everything will be okay."

"No it won't, Marcus and I are friends. We went to school together, now I have to watch him die in these cruel games."

You lay your head on his shoulder unsure how to comfort him.

"I understand, I understand where you are coming from. The games are cruel but what can we do?"

"No, you don't get it, you are capital, you won't ever understand where I come from. I'm district."

"You don't think I understand? I am capital, but I will always be from district 7. These people don't know I'm from 7, that's why they treat me as well as they do. I'm district Sej, just like you."

His head turns to you, and his eyes soften. He takes his hands and cups your face.

"I'm sorry for acting this way, I didn't know you were district."

"People will treat me differently if they knew, that's why I hadn't told anyone. That's why I've been so close to Lamina, she's from my district. We are friends outside of all this. She was supposed to come with me, but my parents died before it happened."

You hold his wrists, as his hands rest on your face.

"Everything will be okay. We can get through this, together."

"I know everything will be okay, but that's for us in the capital, what about the districts?"

"Hopefully, the games will die out soon."

"If they don't?"

"We do our best to make it happen."

"No, that isn't enough, we should-"

Before he had a chance to finish his sentence, you kissed him, hard. You needed to figure out a way to shut him up, before someone walked in or walked past the door and heard him talking about the games.

"Shut up Sejanus!"

He looked surprised, "What did I do?"

"You keep talking about the games in a negative light, and believe me, I feel the same way, but we can't keep talking about it like this."

"I have nothing else to do or talk about, it's everywhere."

"Don't worry about the games, focus on the present, stay in the moment."

You had just figured out a way to keep his mind occupied. But first you needed to tease him. He'd never have sex with you in school, not unless he couldn't wait any longer. You needed him to be a whimpering, impatient, love-struck, mess underneath you, and you needed it now.

You watched as he sat down in the nearest chair, now was the time to put your plan into action. You walk behind him, rubbing his shoulders.

"Let me help you relax, Sej."

You move your hands down his chest, slowly, making sure he can feel your touch. You watch as his breaths become deeper. He bites his lip to suppress a moan. Your hands continue the descent, to his cock. His semi-erect cock. You can see, the imprint it forms against his uniform. You could taste it, his cum, your mouth watering just thinking about him balls deep in your throat, in and out, in and out again until he can't hold it anymore.

"Please, touch it, touch me, I'm yours."

You reach his clothed cock, just barely brushing your fingers over it. His hips bucked upwards to your hand, "Rose, please, I'm desperate, touch me!" You smile, bringing one hand up to his chin. You turn his head and kiss his neck. He relaxes into your touch, as you continue to tease his cock.

Before he has a chance to say anything else you pull away from him. His head turns around to watch you, "Rose, please, I'll do whatever you want me to do, just touch me."

You walk in front of him and take in how disheveled he looked. His usually perfect curls were loose and messy. His eyes begged for you to touch him. His hands twitched at the sight of you, as he held himself back from touching you. His uniform usually clean and pressed was now wrinkled and unkempt. Beads of sweat are starting to form on his head, as you watched him.

"Here's whats going to happen, I'm going to ride your face until I cum. Then if I feel like you have earned it, I'm going to suck your cock. What I do after that depends on how well you perform. Do you understand?"

"Yes Rose, I understand."

You grab his hand leading him to the desk in the middle of the classroom. You unbuckle your uniform bottoms, making quick work of them. You push his head down until he is level with your pussy.

"I'm waiting."

He looks up at you one last time before his tongue flicks against your core. You let out a small moan, grabbing a fist full of his hair. His hands wraps around your legs, pulling you closer to him. You feel his hand push you back against the desk. His tongue grazes your clit, which lets out an involuntary moan.

"Shit Sej, I'm going to cum! Don't stop!"

His free hand rubs your clit, and you can't help but grab another fist full of his hair. You feel, your orgasm approaching so you push his head further into your pussy. You grind your hips up into his face as your orgasm comes crashing down over you.

"Yes, yes!"

Your legs shake around his head as he comes up to kiss you. You smile as he appears over you, eyes pleading for a release. You pull him down and kiss him, tasting your cum on his lips. You push him up, and quickly stand guiding him back to his original spot. He sits down, wanting to please himself, but deciding against it. You climb into his lap, wrap your arms around his neck. You grind your exposed pussy over his erection.

"Beg, for it. Tell me how much you need me. How badly do you want your cock in my mouth?"

"I want you Rose, please. Suck my cock, make me cum. I'm crazy for you, for your mouth, for your pussy. Please Rose, I want you to use me like your little bitch."

You smile at him, loving every word he says. You lean forward kissing him, then down his neck. You start unbuttoning his shirt, kissing down his chest. You stop once you make it to your knees, slowly undoing his bottoms. His cock stands at full attention, waiting on you to touch it. You firmly grab him, as he lets out a gasp. You look up at him, your district boy, your boyfriend, your little bitch. You place your mouth over him, excited to have him in your mouth again. You can't wait until you can taste his cum one more time. You place his cock in your mouth, letting it sit. It had been so long, so long since you tasted him. He groans, letting out a small whimper. He was officially at your mercy.

"Baby, please, let me cum!"

His hips buck into you. He wanted to cum, He was close, and you had barely done anything. You decide to play nice, for now. You bob your head up and down, hands on his thighs, sucking hard. He lets out another whimper, and touches your shoulder, he was about to cum. His head thrown back, you in between his legs, sucking his cock. You felt him slowly start moving his hips, he was doing it, fucking your mouth, but he wasn't allowed to cum yet.

"YES, YES!"

You pull away from him, sitting back on your knees. He looks down at you, fists tight. He just wanted to cum, he wanted, no he needed you to make him cum. You stood in front of him, undoing your shirt.

"Take it off, all of it."

He sits up, sliding his jacket and shirt off. You climb into his lap, lining his cock up with your core. His hands rest at his sides, waiting for you to tell him what he had been waiting to hear all night.

"I'm going to ride you until you cum, I just need you to touch me. Touch me where ever you want, but your dick is mine to ride."

He gulps, nodding his head. He grabs your waist and lowers you down onto him. You wrap your arms around his neck and start to ride his cock. He throws his head back, hands still on your waist, groaning. You loved him, everything about him, his brown curls, his mole, his intelligence, you loved the way he stood up for the districts, but most importantly, you loved the way he submitted before you, he was yours and you were his. You moan, bringing your lips to his.

"I know you want to fuck my pussy, so do it, take me, Sej."

Before you had a chance to register what he was doing, your back was up against the wall. His hands on your ass, pumping himself in and out of you. Your fingers scratching his back, leaving red marks behind. His head rests on your shoulder, while a thin layer of sweat covers both his and your bodies. He bites your shoulder. You feel your second orgasm approaching. From the way he fucks you, his isn't far either.

"Rose, baby, I'm going to cum!"

He starts to pull out, but you quickly wrap your legs around him. Pulling him back into you, you tighten your arms so he can't break the hold and kiss him.

"I want you to cum in me."

He pulls from the kiss and smiles. He holds you against the wall, as his well-earned orgasm, erupts from his cock. He starts to shake and uncontrollably pump himself in and out of you. You moan rather loudly, as your second orgasm takes over you. His hips move slowly until they fully stop. He smiles and kisses you.

"I love you so much. Thank you for getting my mind off of the games."

"Last time I checked, that's a part of my job as your girlfriend."

He smiled, then kissed you again. You released your legs from his waist. He turned around to grab his bottoms, but you grabbed his arm.

"Who said I was done with you?"

A smile formed on his face before he leaned back into you. His back to your chest, relaxing as he knew what was to come. You grabbed his cock, pumping slowly. He rested his head on your shoulder, shuddering.

"Sensitive, yet still hard. You wanted this, huh? You wanted me to grab you and jack you off? Answer me before I stop."

"Yes, I wanted you to touch me. I'm always going to want you. I haven't been able to get the image of you jacking me off out my head for days."

You kiss his cheek, pumping him faster. His hands grip your thighs, whimpering loudly.

"Baby, please, it's too much, I can't take it."

You smile, loving the way he sounds being over-stimulated. Your legs move to lock him in place so he can't move.

"I'm going to make you cum, so enjoy it."

He cries out as your fingers move faster around him. His chest rises and falls rapidly. He's about to cum from over-stimulation. He tightens in your hand but you don't stop.

"Oh god, Rose, I'm going to cum!"

His body tenses as he bucks into the air coaxing his orgasm out. He cries out, semen dripping down his chest. Damn was that sexy.

"Now, I'm done."

[blayresmuses]

invisible string

summary: you recklessly put your betrothal to aemond at risk but he proves he’s willing to have you anyway, no matter what.

warnings: it’s a little bit risqué, ‘whore’ is used

you’re dancing when aemond finds you, a tipsy bundle of buzzing nerves so clearly out of place he releases a dark chuckle. relief loosens him as he watches you, he’d searched all night, a dizzying unusual sense of worry taking over him as he prowled the streets.

you’d gotten out of the castle somehow and whilst he admires your nerve he hates how it made him feel, not knowing where you were, if you were safe - it had driven him crazy. yet here you are, in a brothel of all places clearly having the time of your life.

the men are only gaping at you, thank the gods but he can see the hunger in their eyes as they watch you spin to the music, your hair free and wild down your back as your dress moved loosely at your feet. ‘beautiful, isn’t she?’ aemond turned to find a man by his side, scruffy and balding. he looked at him in disgust, a burning rage sliding it’s way through his senses as the man looked upon you. he didn’t deserve it, didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you.

in the blink of an eye his dagger was out, pointing into the man’s back. ‘hold your tongue,’ aemond warned. ‘or i’ll have it out.’

it drew your attention, your eyes curious then angry in the space of a second as you came to a standstill. aemond shoved the man to the side, giving you a sly grin that made you shiver. your brain was slow from the wine and you hesitated a second before turning and running. you can feel him at the back of you, an eerie presence.

you’re nearly at the entrance when you feel it - his breath on your neck, his arm around your torso. he drags you, a show of his brute force, into an empty room before cornering you against the door. his jaw is locked and he looks away, as if he needs to calm down. ‘aemond-‘ you begin, the taste of regret starting to take hold. you hate the way you want to touch him, how you want to calm him when two hours ago you wanted to ruin the betrothal altogether.

‘what were you thinking?’ he snapped at you, his restraint snapping. rough fingers take your jaw as he lowers down to your height, butterflies swarm in your stomach at the close proximity. ‘did you let someone touch you?’

‘why would it matter to you if i did?’ you answer back, wincing when his fingers press in deeper to the soft skin of your cheek. your chest brushes against his, breaths mingling together. of course you saved your innocence for him, it was hard not to when every other man that came close to you made your skin crawl. only aemond could have you so on edge by doing nothing at all.

‘don’t think i won’t tear that dress off of you and find out for myself.’ your forehead fell against his and his fingers slipped into your hair, caressing gently even though his eye was a fiery storm. you should have fell into it, told the truth and apologised but you couldn’t - you enjoyed the cat and mouse too much.

‘someone else already did,’ you murmured, widening your eyes innocently. ‘it was better than i could have imagined, better than what you would have given me. now why don’t you run back to your mother and tell her the betrothal is finished?’

there’s a long tense pause. you consider the fact that this could be the last time your this close to him and it surprises you how sad it makes you feel. subconsciously you inch forward, burying yourself closer into him until your lips are a hairs breath away from each other. you love how you feel when you’re around him, how excited he makes you feel, how far he pushes your boundaries. it’s challenging and thrilling and you wonder what was going through your head to make you want to ruin it.

‘you wouldn’t be the first whore i’ve fucked,’ aemond murmurs softly, playing with a stray lock of your hair. he’s calm but your not stupid, you can see the fire in his eye, he’s seething underneath. he doesn’t believe you, you’re flushed and a bit sweaty but he knows deep down you haven’t been ruined by someone else, you’re still completely his - as you should be.

you want to be embarrassed - he’d just insulted your honour - but the words have sunk their claws into you, have you in a lust filled daze as you gaze up at your possible soon to be husband, mouth parted as you take a shuddering breath.

‘believe me when i say this Y/N. broken in or no, i will have you but whichever side of me you get depends completely on your next choice.’ aemond backs off, leaving you feeling strangely hollow. he lifts your fingers, brushing his lips against the skin there and you lean against the wall for support. ‘stay here or come with me, it’s up to you.’

he walks out of the door, confidence pouring from him as if he knows already you’ll follow like the obedient little wife you should be. son of a bitch, you think before following behind, still unsure wether you’ll be leaving or not.

[paroslineage]

Mistake

Shinichiro Sano x Fem!Reader

TW : Blood, Reader Death, Canon Divergence.

This is my own original idea and the characters of TR do not belong to me but Ken Wakui. Do not steal :/

Genre : Fluff to Angst.

It was only a mistake....

09:42 P.M. was the time when it took place...

All it took was one regrettable action and a pair of Bolt Cutters...

It never meant to happen...

...

9:18 P.M.

"Shini~" You lovingly called out to your fiancé, elongating the last syllable.

"Yes darling?" Shinichiro replied chuckling oh so handsomely for someone who got rejected 20 times.

"When are you going to finish?" You whined wanting to just cuddle with your Shinichiro

"Just a minute more dear." Shinichiro replied lovingly and patiently.

You sigh purposefully to make him feel bad which actually does the job of getting Shinichiro to get the fixing wrapped up.

He sauntered over to you his usual boyish charming smile that made your knees weak. That was your first reason to fall for the older Sano in the first place afterall. After all the unsuccessful times of getting a girlfriend he finally found you...

His Diamond.

His one and only one.

Until the action took place unfortunately...

You both were now in the garage lobby room frolicking around.

"Hey Shini..?" You broke the silence first

"Hm..yes darling?" Shinichiro's deep voice replied to you.

"I can't wait to get married to you...can you believe that its in in one week?!" you exclaimed Excitedly.

Shinichiro chuckled at your excited tone and his deep obsidian eyes followed your every happy moment as you danced about adorably.

He strided towards you and gathered you into his arms holding you lovingly and firmly having no intentions to ever let go as he peered down at you with nothing but fondness and extreme devotion towards you ...his fiancée

"Me too darling...me too...I'm just waiting just so I can call you my wifey."

"You know? I'm still waiting for Mikey's,Emma's and Izana's reaction when I'm officially their Nee-San."

You sigh happily to which Shinichiro looks down at you with heart in his eyes and his heart swelling twice for the love you had for his dear siblings.

"And you know that you have the freedom to call me 'wifey' even now right?" You retorted in a playful sassy tone.

"Can't blame a man for having his goals right?" His eyes turned dark with desire as he held your bronze gaze locked in a heated manner.

You chuckle in amusement and slap his chest playfully making him give you a wide lopsided grin of his and leaned in to claim your soft and supple lips.

CLATTER!

Both of you freeze and maintain eye contact and suddenly fall quiet you clutching onto him scared and he reciprocates by holding you fiercely to his chest wanting to protect you.

"What was that?" You spoke quietly in a perturbed tone.

"I think some bastard broke in the garage ....stay here darling ...can't risk you getting hurt alright? I'll be back in no time I love you." Shinichiro kissed your temple tenderly before moving towards the garage with extreme caution.

"Be safe honey.."

"I will baby, dont worry."

Before an hour.

"Hey Kazutora. Where are we going?"

"Well, Mikey's birthday's coming up, right? we're gonna give him a present!"

"A present like what?"

"A CB250T, just come on."

Outside S.S MOTORS.

"This is the place."

"Here?"

"This bike shop."

"A CB250T..."

"Let's steal it ♡."

"What?! We can't just steal it!"

"We can't?"

"There's no way Mikey would be happy...if we got one that way."

"You dumbass. He doesn't need to know the details. The only way middle schoolers like us can get one is if someone older gives one to us, or we steal one."

"..."

Inside the Restaurant.

"What're you freaking out for? I sure the tank's not empty. Easy peasy."

"...You dumbass. That's not the problem here I'm telling you, stealing is bad."

"You wanna see Mikey happy, don't you?~ This is the bike he's always dreamed of."

"Yeah, but..."

"Come on don't back out now~"

"...Fine..."

Current Time 9:27.

"Kazutora..."

"You always complain..But here you are, right by my side again. Let's go."

"Seriously? It opened.."

"Whoa, no security alarms or anything? Sweet ♡. What're you doing, Baji?"

"Are we really gonna do this, Kazutora."

"Keep it down."

"There's no turning back, dude. Are we really gonna do this,Kazutora?"

"just shut up. is it this way?"

...

"Look, Baji. It's the CB250T!".

"It's so awesome."

"Wait this thing isn't new."

"Yeah, its here for maintainance..It's a total custom job. Look at those thick wheels. This bike... I'm sure Mikey would look super badass on it."

"All right, let me see it. Damn it...It's not breaking off easy."

"Hurry up."

"It's so hard!...I got it!"

"All right! Let's roll it out. Yes! It's got gas in the tank. it'll start.

"It's too soon for that. I'm gonna go outside and open the shutters."

"R-Right. Got it."

This might actually work, Kazutora.

"Yeah. I can just see Mikey's beaming face now."

"Yeah. You're gonna have the best birthday ever, Mikey!"

Currently.

"Hey!...the hell? we gettin' robbed? whose shop you think you're breakin' into, huh?"

"Shit! He's got a weapon! What do we do?!"

"you little bastards ...you're not gonna get away!"

"What do we do?! He totally saw my face! Even if we make it out of here, we'll be arrested! What should we do?!"

"Hey...you look familiar."

"Huh?!"

"Is that you, Keisuke?"

"Shi...Shinichiro-kun? Why...What are you doing here?"

"What? Well, this is my shop."

"It's your..."

Meanwhile with you.

You were worried sick thinking why hadn't Shinichiro returned yet?

So you decided that you will go to him instead.

You went to the garage and saw Shinichiro talking to little Keisuke.

Keisuke's breath hitched and started trembling as he saw you...

...

His older sister ...

Y/N Baji...

"Hmm...What ....Kei....is that you....?.."You spoke unsure, squinting your eyes in the dark to see better.

"Honey?"

"Nee-san?..."

What You and Shinichiro did not see was Kazutora sneaking up on Shinichiro with a pair of bolt cutters...

Keisuke noticed and his eyes widened as he tried to stop his best buddy Kazutora.

"Kazutora, don't!" Baji had his eyes widened to the point of just dots.

Crack!

Just as Shinichiro was about to get hit you stepped in between Shinichiro and took the hard brunt force to your head before falling down harshly.

Thud!

"Let's get the hell outta here, Baji!"

Baji left the bike which fell to the floor and ran towards the couple.

"Nee-San..Nee-San! What the hell did you do Kazutora?!"

"What was I supposed to do?! He saw us but she came in between!"

"Baby...my darling...hey ...wake up!" Shinichiro fell to his knees and scampered to your body cradling it.

"Nee-San?..." Kazutora smiled confused

"She...she...she's my older sister!" Baji replied with an anguished tone, his teary eyes not leaving your face.

Kazutora dropped the bolt cutters and started trembling as he took in your appearance, bleeding furiously from the forehead.

Meanwhile Shinichiro was in another distress.

"Hey...Y/N ...hey wifey ...get up please get up." He uttered loudly as he cradled your cold, limp body rocking you back and forth to ease his anxiety and shaking.

and Keisuke was...

"Nee-San I'm sorry...I'm sorry Nee-San please wake up." Keisuke sobbed violently as he fell to his knees and tried to crawl towards Shinichiro and you.

"Why..why is he crying?" Kazutora had a shaky grin as he pointed towards the broken man.

"Y/N Nee-San is.....is Shinichiro-kun's Fiancée!"

the following words make Kazutora's trembling worse.

"...Fiancée..."

"What are you standing there for?! Call the ambulance!!" Keisuke barked at Kazutora in distress.

Still Kazutora could not move as he was having a panic attack.

Shinichiro fell awfully quiet has he looked down at you. his obsidian eyes now dull and diminished ..your face peaceful ..had it not been the blood running down your temple he would have thought that you were sleeping peacefully without any care in the world.

Suddenly Shinichiro wailed in anguish clutching you closer to his chest and possibly heart...

hearing such a wail, both Baji and Kazutora froze in their places their eyes darting to the couple.

One had revenge on his mind.

One was In a state absolute anguish and distress mourning for his beloved.

and

One was sobbing incoherently apologizing without his cause.

...

oh right ....it was 9:42 P.M.

The sound of the ambulance and police sirens came came from a distance but neither of them both tried to move.

as one was shaking in his boots claiming that

it's all Mikey's fault...

and

the other one having his bronze hued eyes stuck to couple more precisely the black haired woman that laid perfectly still in Mikey's older brother's arms as he cried to no one, his voice raspy as he quietly begged for you to get up.

Keisuke thinking that how will he face his own mother now?

Ryoko Baji. The mother of two, her eldest daughter

Y/N Baji and youngest son Keisuke Baji.

Well now deceased daughter....

the police soon came into the vicinity with the paramedics trying to pry your body from the black haired man's grip as the he tried his best to keep you with himself helplessly.

Meanwhile the police arrested both the kids and had them escorted outwards.

Kazutora kept uttering only one thing ...

"It's all Mikey's fault.."

and Baji was somber, dead within beautiful bronze eyes dulled with now his beloved Nee-San gone.

as they were both getting escorted towards the police car Mikey came to the crime scene looking clueless and as he met Baji's eyes.

"Baji! What's wrong... What's happening?" Mikey who had just arrived to the crime scene completely clueless asked Baji innocently with a frantic tone.

Baji could only tearfully apologize with a heavy anguished voice

"Mikey ...I'm sorry."

Mikey darted his eyes behind Baji and saw paramedics carrying your bloodied corpse on a stretcher and his beloved aniki Shinichiro begging them not to take you away from him and he clutched onto your pale limp hand for dear life.

Mikey understood what had happened... What took place while he was at home...

But for Baji

...

Well what was he apologizing for?

...

For that one Mistake that never intended to happen.

Not to you at least...

[lokisivy]

Valentine's Day- Klaus Mikealson

I wrote this last year but i wasn't sure if anyone was gonna like it anyways ill do a part 2 if u guys like it

The day of love and hearts, it was supposedly the most romantic day of the year for all couples. right?

not.

not to you anyways.

you had a steaming fight last night with Klaus this morning you knew Klaus wasn't the best at expressing himself but you at least thought he would wake you up with kisses but yesterday left an imprint.

I know Klaus isn't an innocent person he has killed thousands over the years, but at the end of the day, you can't go killing on my account.

"What the fuck Klaus you can't go killing people like it is just a drinking your finishing at a bar!"

"I was trying to protect you," he said calmly but angrily.

"Nothing happened to me!"

"BECAUSE I KILLED THAT WITCH BEFORE SHE DID!" Klaus bursts

"You heard a fucking whisper that she was trying."

"and I stopped her from thinking about it that sends a message that anyone who even dares to think about hurting will end up dead!" Yelled back

"I do not need your protection Klaus I can protect myself when will you ever get that stop going around killing people on my account." you were so angry you didn't notice that he was tearing up

Klaus loves you so much that the thought of losing you was something that he never wanted to even think of he even asked you if he can turn you and you told him yes but when you turn 22.

it was a big commitment to turn for someone but you were willing to take it you just wanted to be in your peak years when you turn.

"You don't know what they are capable of and I will be damned if something happens to you or worse lose you on my watch." his eyes were moistening but you didn't notice the hint of pain till he stopped yelling

he left off leaving where ever and you just made yourself a bath and fell asleep on the couch in your room you couldn't sleep on the bed without him next to you it felt wrong and odd.

you couldn't bring yourself to sleep on the bed without him next to creasing your hair.

Even though you knew you were right you felt guilty you didn't want Klaus to feel like you were about to abandon him you he fears that but even though he never told you you could see it on his face.

---

"Klaus?" you called him in the empty compound.

"Klaus comes on I'm sorry, I know you were trying to protect me but you need to know that killing isn't normal for me." you knew Klaus could hear you he was close by he always finds your heartbeat to make sure you are okay.

"I swear on my life that i never wanted to hurt you or make you feel like your cruel but I know that your not because of the was you love me and protect me, you need to understand stuff like that isn't normal to me."

You said, searching around the compound. Until you heard a heavy thud which my made your heart skip a beat

No one was supposed to be here.

"Klaus..."

You heard a woosh sound that took you to the closest in your room. You couldn't scream because there was a hand on your mouth you couldn't comprehend who was it who took you tell u saw Klaus's face.

"Shh." He signals with his fingers for me not to say anything.

"Someone is home I was listening to you and there was another heart beat in the house I need you to stay here and lock the door." he whispers in my ears.

he bites into his wrists

"Drink this just in case."

i took i started drinking from his wrist.

[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!inspector!reader, age gap ( masaoka is in his 50s & reader is in her 20s ), oral sex ( r!receiving ), teasing, masaoka’s dirty mouth, metal hand hehe, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day twenty-five [ tomomi masaoka + cunnilingus ]

“Slow down, Masaoka.” your plea fell on deaf ears as his oral assault continued, devious mouth attached to your breast, pearly fangs grazing the sensitive bud. a bubble of pleasure in the form of a whimper passed your tiers as delicate digits found silky locks, and tangled themselves in the midst of his mane. he’d wasted no time in shoving your top up to your chin to expose your perky swells, vulnerable and his for the taking. “J-Jesus—“

“Slow down?” he repeated the notion in the form of a playful scoff, as if the suggestion itself were ridiculous. “Babydoll, I think it’s real cute that you assume I’ve got that much self control. You just look so damn delicious, and I’m so hungry.” you gripped the table tighter at his words, teeth clenching when cool, metal feelers forced their way into your panties under your skirt and cupped your already dripping heat. Masaoka was well aware of what he did to you, the effect he had on your body at this point, especially on a day like today, his first day back from a mission when you’d been stuck filing reports all day and all you wanted to do was push him into the nearest empty room and ride him until both of you were panting and sore, and then ride him some more. you couldn’t get enough of him, his love was a drug and you were hooked, you wouldn’t kick it even if he let you, which he didn’t seem too keen on doing.

“You’re insatiable,” you shot back in a breathless whisper, brows furrowing as you attempted to push him away. you didn’t want to, of course, you’d rather lean back against the cool wood and enjoy his torturous teething, his filthy mouth and wandering hands, but the setting was all wrong. any minute, someone could walk through the door, and you prayed it wouldn’t be Akane. or worse, Ginoza. there’s no way he’d let either of you forget that he witnessed one of your most intimate moments. moreso, he’d probably never let his father and his newest rookie inspector alone in a room again. “And injured, remember? You should sit back down so I can finish-” your words were cut off by the jolt of icy digits spreading your glistening folds as his metallic thumb speared your swelling, throbbing clit. you choked on them, tilting your head back.

“You’re the only thing I can’t get enough of, sweetness.” was his cheeky response, lidded gaze zeroed in on your features from his position at your breast. you shivered at the delicious sensation of his hum on your skin, sending tingles through seemingly every single nerve ending you had in your body as he teased your core with grueling slowness. “And by how you’re absolutely soaking right now, I’d say you want me just as bad. Am I wrong?” you wanted to tell him yes, that you just wanted to patch him up and that you two could have your own fun in private later, but your mouth betrayed your mind before you could.

“Masaoka, f-fuck, I need you.”

“That’s my good girl,” he was praising you, and in an instant, his metal hand abandoned your sex to wrap a tight grip around the delicate fabric of your drenched panties. one solid yank and they tore free from your frame. the cold air prickling your most sensitive dampness made you hiss.

“Here?” you tried to focus, to look around the room and make sure that you two were still alone, yet all you could see was Masaoka’s very intimidating stature directly before you. he’d always towered over you, and it made you feel two feet tall. sometimes you were embarrassed by it, but Masaoka always assured you that he loved how fun-sized you were. Makes it easier for me to toss ya around like a little ragdoll, he’d said once which had of course turned you into a warm-cheeked shy thing. everything that fell from his lips when it came to you was sinful, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Right here.” Masaoka didn’t wait for you to say more, and was already sliding both powerful hands up under your bottom, boosting you up off the ground. when your feet hovered, you initially expected him to settle your frame in a sitting position on the table like he’d done so many times before, but your eyes grew wide at the realization that you were being lifted higher than that. much higher. the older man raised you up above his head like you weighed absolutely zilch, and you couldn’t stop the squeak of surprise and fear from ripping through your throat as your thighs shook even as he settled them on either shoulder, his head all but disappearing under the fabric of your skirt. “I have you, baby girl. You’re not goin’ anywhere.” you knew he was right; the man could hold you in that position for hours, but you’d never been in such a compromising spot, seated on his shoulders, taller than you’d ever been before, his face nuzzled into your desire for him.

“What if someone comes in...?” you were surprised at the weakness in your own voice; it sounded as small and fragile as you felt in his arms in this moment.

a dark chuckle vibrated against your dripping core as the scrape of his sharp jaw against your velvety skin made you swoon, both of your hands finding his hair once again. “Then, someone is gonna get an eyeful of you riding my face, little missy. Almost as lucky as I am, so they better be grateful.” another shiver down your spine before you felt a very familiar slick muscle prodding your folds, his hands strong and vice-like on your thighs, keeping your body snuggled against his face. your soft whimpers filled the room as his tongue split your heat, licking a thick stripe up your wetness until his lips wrapped around your aching clit and teased by rolling it around between his teeth.

“T-Tomomi...!” yanking on his salt and pepper tendrils, your body rolled against his face as you instinctively directed his head deeper into your core. typically, he was the one in charge, the dominant one in the bedroom, but he’d given you this power of position over him, he’d willingly handed over the role of dominant so you could feel what it was like to be in charge. you had to admit, you didn’t hate it. a hum against your wetness was what you received as a response, either too busy with his face buried in your sex or a muffled response you couldn’t tell, nor did you care. when the dastardly tongue slipped into your waiting hole, you almost lost it. toes already curling at the sensation of it plunging into your depths, you held on to him for dear life as your weak gaze, slitted, watched the vulgar bob of his head as he dipped in and out of you, tongue scraping your walls each time. whenever he pumped deep, his nose bumped and bat your clit around and lips pressed flush against your skin which was only pushing you closer and closer to the edge of orgasm with every contact. you could already feel the heat gathering in your tightening lower abdomen, the muscles in your legs beginning to clench as he edged you closer and closer. the slurping and smacking of his mouth against your center was truly obscene, and paired with the shamelessly loud moans and curses flowing from your mouth with each thrust of the exploring muscle, created a sinful symphony of need.

“I could eat this sweet pussy all goddamn day,” your core quaked at the tone of his gruff voice as he took a quick pause to catch his breath, grinding his face into your folds and making you whine out for him, which only elicits a gleeful chuckle as the rough stubble grazes your skin. “Use your words, baby, do you want me to eat your little cunt for hours and hours? Make ya cum over and over until you’re red in the face and dizzy?”

you nodded, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. “Yes, fuck! Make me cum, mmm, your mouth feels so good!” another chuckle and he was back at it, tonguing you deep and ruthlessly abusing your desperate core as you felt the bubbling in your stomach come to a boiling point. “I-I’m cumming..” you warned, but you didn’t have to. one of the best things about Masaoka is that he could read your body better than you could, and he was already furiously switching gears, tongue drawing figure eights over your clit, nipping with teeth, and then pumping the muscle into your entrance. you were vaguely aware of the dull sound of mechanical whirring in your pre-orgasm state, vision hazy, but you knew that sound as soon as you heard it. the plates in his arm adjusting themselves. it sent shivers down your spine every time because you knew you’d feel it against your skin any moment. and you were so right, thankfully. a loud smack later, and your round cheek jiggled against the palm of the silver hand, coaxing a desperate shriek from your lips. the overwhelming sensations pushed you right over the edge as your thighs tightened around his head, your fragile fists jerked his head around, but he didn’t mind the abuse. you even got the feeling that he enjoyed it by how he growled into your wetness. pleasure exploded through your body, and Masaoka had no intention of stopping, guiding you through the climax to pull you out on the other side, both hands had found their way to your buttocks and groped mercilessly. you were sure you’d have marks tomorrow, but you couldn’t find it in your body to care at all. you cried his name over and over until it became a mantra, screamed at first but now muttered in a breathless, jumbled whisper as the orgasm took your mind from you.

tidal waves of aftershocks began to wash over you, loosening your muscles but causing them to quake from the potency of the climax. you were still spasming as Masaoka removed himself from under your skirt, carrying you in the same position over to the table with a simper on his lips, slick with your juices. you could see the sheen of your arousal all over his face, tracing the age-lines along his countenance— it reminded you of the large gap between you and him, and you felt yourself get wet all over again at the sight, letting out a soft whimper as he laid you on your back, running both hands over the back of your thighs as he pushed your legs towards your torso. “I love to watch you shake for me, sweetness. Never seen a prettier sight than when you’re needy for me.” hovering over you, he placed a butterfly kiss to the tip of your nose, causing you to blush deeper, before his attention turned to your quivering sex once again, oversensitive and still in recovery from cumming.

“Masaoka?” you questioned, your own hands wandering his still clothed torso. from this position, only your fingertips grazed him.

“What’s the matter, baby? I’m going back for more. Just lay back and relax and let me treat your perfect, little pussy. After all, you said it yourself, I’m insatiable.”

[klausysworld]

Can we get a Klaus and plus size reader smut please? Rarely find any here and I love your writing so wanna read more of it 💛

Perfect

my body was something that sometimes i loved and sometimes i hated. My thighs were thick and lined in pink stretch marks along the sides of my hips, my stomach wasn’t flat like the other girls but full and squishy, my arms seen as ‘flabby’ and my face round.

Sometimes i looked at myself and confidence surged through me, i wore well fitted clothes and strutted around the compound.

Other days i wore clothes far too large and spent far too much time in the gym.

Or i would stuff myself silly as i attempted to fill an empty void, i would feel awful after but i just couldn’t help myself.

My self image hadn’t been an issue for me recently, having Niklaus Mikaelson as a best friend certainly helped.

Of course i ended up having feelings for him but i mean who wouldn’t? Often i would catch him stealing a glance at me or blush when i complimented his artwork and the hope of him holding romantic feelings for me would rise but then there were days that doubt would swarm inside me. Somebody would comment on my shape or my weight and all i could think is ‘there is no way someone like him could ever love someone like me’

Today had not been a particularly great day. I was currently sat on the floor of the Mikaelsons personal gym within the compound wearing a shirt 3 sizes too big and leggings that clung to my legs making my eyes desperately avoid looking at them. I had been down here hours, i finished doing any exercises at least 40 minutes ago but i couldn’t find it within me to get up.

Tears trickled down my cheeks and my hands pinched my sides.

Footsteps got progressively closer and i shuffled back further against the wall

“love? are you in here?”

fuck. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

‘what is he gonna think when he sees the pathetic state i’m in!?’

i had no time to think further as his eyes locked my my glossy ones

he was at my sides in an instant, his arms pulled me to his chest gently as he rested upon his knees, his hand tucked my face into his neck as his other rubbed my back

“you, my love, should never feel the need to cry alone on a dusty floor. let’s get upstairs okay? we can go to the art room and ill paint while you play the piano hm?” i let out a chocked cry and shook my head holding onto his shirt as i breathed his scent.

his hands moved to support my back and under my thighs, he was going to pick me up. i panicked then and lurched forward to escape his hold

“easy love just let me carry you up”

tears were fully streaming at this point

“im too heavy” i all but whimpered

his face softened further and my body was lifted off the ground, i was held securely as he took me back up the stairs towards his room.

“you forget, my love that i am both vampire and werewolf, i could carry anything. I assure you that you are as light as a feather, you are simply perfect.” i sniffed my tears back and nuzzled into him in comfort.

i was placed onto his bed and pushed up so i leaned against the headboard. He pressed his lips against my cheeks, my forehead, my nose, all over my face until at last a peck was left on my lips. His hands cupped my face and he leaned his head against mine

“perfect. Do you understand?”

i nodded meekly and he hummed

“say it” he whispered, now looking into my eyes

“i’m perfect” i mumbled

“yes, yes you are” he brushed his thumb over my bottom lip

“i’m going to show you just how perfect you are now okay?”

i swallowed audibly, my face flushing as i nodded in consent

his lips were on mine soon enough pressing softly against me and his fingers travelled underneath the baggy top and along my torso. His tongue swiped and pushed it’s way inside my mouth as he began exploring, his taste flooded my senses, i didn’t realise that i was left in my bra and leggings. He pulled away slowly and looked down at me, he ran his hands up my body and cupped my breasts through the fabric

“beautiful my love, just perfect.”

my lips twitched to a small smile seeing nothing but adoration in his darkened sapphire eyes. Klaus ran his tongue flat over the flesh above my nipple, bra now disregarded somewhere around the room and hands removing my leggings, panties and socks.

His mouth moved south, he sucked lightly along my stretch marks before licking across my thighs

“you, sweetheart are going to ride my face” he told me and he used his vamp speed to have himself beneath me as i sat on his chest. A squeal left me and i quickly lifted myself off of him trying to crawl off but his hands gripped at my hips guiding me forwards

“klaus… i’m serious..i’m too heavy…”

he leaned himself up and kissed my center harshly, my arms faltering as i unconsciously dropped myself lower… almost sat on his face

“sit y/n. do not hover, i do not care how heavy you think you may be, i want my head between your thighs and that’s what i’ll get, sit.” i cautiously did as i was told, the feeling of my clit being enveloped my warmth and rolled against his tongue made me wonder why i argued.

Niklaus lapped at my wetness and gently moved my hips back and forward against him. He moaned lowly sending vibrations up through me, my head fell forward and my hands grabbed the headboard for support. Whines and whimpers fell out my mouth, my hips ground against him whilst his hands squeezed my ass tenderly.

“klaus! oh god..”

his tongue pushed inside my entrance while his nose continued to brush my clit

Heat coursed through me, an individual heartbeat was felt between my legs and i began moaning out his name continuously

“im…im..mm klaus i-“ my own sounds cut me off as i came around his tongue holding onto the headboard as i rocked into his face.

Another minute passed of him licking my thighs clean before he lifted me up and rolled me onto my back, his lips found mine again as we both panted

“you have no idea just how wonderful you taste, utterly divine” he spoke softly but firmly, his hands getting my lags to wrap his now naked waste… when he undressed i do not know but looking up at him now i would never complain about anything. If heaven were on earth, he was it.

“i love you klaus” i whispered grabbing ahold of his left hand and looking hopefully at his eyes to find his reaction.

His face was blank as he searched my face, he must have noticed it drop and the regret seep in as i dropped my legs down and began moving to sit up.

His right hand pressed against my chest pushing me flat on the bed, his left squeezed mine and he caught my eye locking our gaze

“i love you too y/n…i’m sorry it took so long to say it. I love you y/n y/l/n”

tears welled in my eyes and a happy sob chocked through my throat, he brushed my cheek and peppered my face in pecks again before our foreheads were pressed together again

“put your legs back up for me” he spoke quietly as he looked down to position himself at my core. my legs were pulling him down and his right hand guiding himself inside me. We both gasped at the sensation as he slowly filled me to the brim before pulling all the way out and thrusting back inside drawing intense moans from my throat. Both his hands entwined with his as he stretched our arms up and over my head

“i love seeing how your body moves with mine, so bloody perfect aren’t you” he mutterers while kissing by my collar bone and sucking lightly.

Klaus’s hips began to gain speed, he started hitting deeper and harsher, guttural groans and moans vibrated into my skin, our hands squeezed each others and my walls began tightening.

i cried out his name, in response he started moving at a supernatural pace, places i was unaware of felt as though they were on fire and my hips bucked up at him

‘i love yous’ were echoed off the walls and soft kisses were shared

One hand left mine and placed itself against my overly sensitive clit, the fast movement of him inside me and the pressure against my ball of nerves became overwhelming, the tension beginning to snap

“that’s it my love, squeeze me nice and tight”

i let myself relax, the powerful rush spreading all throughout my body as hot spurts somehow filled me even more

My legs gave up and fell to the sheets, Klaus’s hands rubbed up and down my body as he removed himself from inside me and leaned back down to clean my thighs and center, a small whimper escaped me at the overstimulated feeling

His hands pushed him up and he crawled up the bed, a blanket was dragged over us as he pulled me to him, our arms wrapped around each other with nothing but love between us

“i am going to love you forever y/n, i will never, ever allow you to deem yourself anything less than perfect, perfect weight, perfect body, perfect face, perfect voice, everything you do is unmatched to anyone and everyone in this and any other universe there may be. I promise to show you just how much i love you and to cherish every moment we spend together”

that night we remained together, knowing i would wake up in Niklaus Mikaelsons arms, in the man i love arms was more than enough for me to look at my body the next day and smile. We are all beautiful and perfect in all ways.

i hope this is what was wanted if not just send in another request and ill try again :)

[whumpcloud]

Delicate - Kind

masterlist

content: pet whump, carewhumper, drinking, mentions of alcoholism, hangover, self-harm (burning, as punishment), begging to be hurt (belted in specific), mentions of beating, mentions of shock collar, emeto, it as a pronoun (not in a dehumanising way)

"I'm going out," Elio says.

Peter visibly brightens at the words. Sir almost never goes out, and Peter was starting to worry that there was a problem he didn't know about, that Sir was like Master and can't go out instead of just choosing not to.

"Where are you going, Sir?" Peter asks, putting down the sponge so he can listen.

"Seeing some friends," Elio shrugs, and pulls on a coat. "Might crash on someone's couch instead of coming home."

"O-Oh." Peter tries not to fidget. "Should I come with you?"

Elio stares at him. "Why would I want you to come with me? I'd look like a fucking idiot, dragging you around."

"...right." Is Peter really so embarrassing? Some kind of secret that Sir has to keep locked up in the house? The comment crawls under Peter's skin. "When will you be back?"

"Dunno, maybe… I guess if I'm not back by three tomorrow, just call Sofia, I'll write down her number for you and stick it by the landline." Elio pauses. "Sofia's my cousin. By the way."

Peter follows him to the living room and watches him scrawl the number on a post-it note. Sofia was the woman Peter met at the shelter, he thinks. He thought he was going to be her Pet at first. He wishes he was. She smelled like roses and told him he looked sweet. Sir never says things like that to him.

"Make sure you take your medicine with you," Peter says, trying to be helpful. "And please don't drink too much, I won't be there to help."

Elio rolls his eyes. "Don't treat me like I'm a teenager, Pete."

"I- I'm just trying to… to help." Why is he so anxious? Peter has found himself getting more and more anxious recently. He never knows if something he says is going to set Sir off. "That's what I'm here for."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Elio sighs, irritated. "I'll literally be fine, I don't need you breathing down my neck about it."

Peter clenches his fists and turns back to the dishes. "Fine. I won't. Have fun, Sir."

Is this anger? Peter hasn't felt anger in a long time. Oh, no, he's angry at Sir, the last person he should ever be angry at. And Sir has to be able to tell, Peter is going to get punished for daring to allow himself to feel that way and-

He hears the sound of the front door slamming shut and he kicks the kitchen cabinets in frustration at himself. No, Sir never punishes him for feeling, even though he deserves it.

Peter stares at the kettle.

It's more methodical than anything. He heats the water until it boils, then sticks his arm out over the sink, and pours it over his skin. He lets himself scream, just a little - he doesn't want to bother or worry the neighbours - and pours until he feels tears stinging his eyes from the pain, then puts it down.

Good boy. Peter takes a deep breath and swallows the tears. He can cover the burn with his sleeve so that Sir doesn't worry about it. The punishment isn't for him. Peter just needs to be reminded how to be good, and it's a good enough Pet to do that all by itself.

It. Peter can be it, for a while, just until Sir gets back. Another thing to hide from him. It tries to finish the dishes and ignore the pain.

—

It's bored.

Sir didn't give it any special tasks to do, and the flat is completely clean. It took care of all of its own needs - it's started to just wear Sir's clothes after bathing, and they're a little big, but Sir doesn't seem to notice or care - so now it has nothing else to do. It lies upside down on the couch for a moment, like it's seen Sir do, but all the blood rushes to its head and it gets up almost immediately.

It wanders into the kitchen, looking for food just to have something to do. The fridge is mostly empty, and Peter stops for a minute to write down that it needs to order more groceries, before turning back. Really, the only things in the fridge are bottles of cider.

Peter fidgets. It's always wondered what the appeal of being drunk was. It makes people violent and aggressive and unsteady on their feet. Why would anyone want that?

Well, Sir isn't here. It could find out.

Mentally, Peter kicks itself for thinking that at all. There would absolutely be consequences for that! Sir could come back, he didn't say he was definitely staying out. And Peter can't do what it's made for under the influence. And Sir is an addict, who knows how he'll react if his Pet drinks even one bottle that's supposed to be his?

Peter takes one anyway. It doesn't care what Sir does, not right now. Maybe Peter wants to know what it's like to be drunk, but it thinks that mostly it wants to spite Sir.

It's supposed to feel bad about that, feel some kind of terror at the idea of Sir's response. It doesn't.

With a quiet "oof" of effort, Peter uses the wall-mounted bottle opener to get the cider bottle open. It takes a swig, and the drink is much sweeter than it expected. Doesn't Sir prefer more sour drinks? Still, Peter can taste the alcohol strongly. This can't be worth it.

Maybe it just needs to drink more to understand.

Halfway through the third bottle, Peter starts to feel it. Its mind starts to blur at the edges. It grabs a few more bottles - how many more it doesn't really know - and falls back onto the sofa. Is this how Sir feels all the time? It isn't that Peter doesn't know how addiction works, of course whatever they're taking has to feel good somehow, but it didn't understand how it felt good when it made people act so badly. This feels so good.

Peter giggles to itself and takes another sip.

—

Elio thought going out would make him feel better, but it didn't. He's barely present for the conversations going on, and he finds himself just letting the host know he's leaving and slipping out of the door.

He'd have thought Peter would be asleep by now, but no, Peter is lying on the sofa staring up at the ceiling.

"Pete?" Elio asks. "Why are you up?"

"Huh?" Peter blinks, then turns to face Elio, and smiles wide. "Oh… hi, Sir!"

Elio narrows his eyes. There are bottles beside the sofa.

"Have you been drinking?" Elio says, through gritted teeth.

"Don't get pissy about it," Peter rolls his eyes and stares up at the ceiling again. "You get pissy about everything."

Elio blinks, before stepping closer. "What?"

"You're so mad at me all the time," Peter says, as though it's nothing. "What did I ever actually do to you? Other than exist, I guess."

"Are you serious right now?" Elio clenches his fists. "You drink half the cider in the fridge and you think it's a good idea to start a fucking argument?"

"You left me alone," Peter shrugs. "You didn't tell me I couldn't."

"Don't be stupid!"

"Oh yeah, and you call me stupid all the time," Peter says, in the same breathy tone. He isn't snapping or shouting, and that's annoying Elio even more. "I'm smart, I know I'm smart. I know lots more than you. You can't even keep your flat clean. And you never appreciate me for that either. I do all these things for you and you're so rude for no reason. Is it just me or are you like that to everyone?"

"I swear to god, Pete," Elio hisses, "shut the fuck up right now."

"Or what? You never punish me for anything. Are you going to grow a backbone?" Peter stumbles upright, then drops to his knees in front of Elio. "Go on. Hit me. I dare you, Sir."

Elio stares at him. Is this what's been buried under Peter's politeness? This spite, this resentment? There is the urge in Elio, for a minute, to slap Peter across the face as he can.

Then it fades. "Absolutely not."

"See!" Peter is getting louder, now. "I insult you to your face and you still won't do anything! Master would've beat the shit out of me for this."

"Yeah, well, I'm not him," Elio snaps.

"No, you're not," Peter casts his eyes to the floor. "I wish you were. I miss him."

"Why do you miss him if he beat you?" Elio scoffs.

"He wanted me!"

Elio feels the urge to hit Peter again. "Yeah, okay, I didn't want you. But I didn't want to send you back either, so here we fucking are."

"Why didn't you send me back?" Peter leans up, glaring at Elio. "There was no reason not to!"

"Because- Because!" Elio doesn't know if he has an answer. "I- I felt bad, I guess. You were right there and I just… I don't know!"

Peter rocks back and forth, twisting the fabric of his jumper. "I just wish you'd… I just want a thank you sometimes, or my hair stroked. Remember when you let me lie in your lap? That was good! I'm not supposed to want things but I want you to be kind to me!"

There's a silence, for a moment, before Peter realises what he's said.

"Is that too much?" Peter whispers. "Is that bad? I shouldn't be asking you for things."

Elio isn't a kind person. He knows that. He doesn't try to be, because he would have to try all the goddamn time and he doesn't have the patience. But Peter is a human being, a human being he's stuck with and is asking him to be kind. Just a thank you or a pat on the head. Can't he manage that? Is he really that bad?

"Just…" Elio sighs. "Come on. Let's get you to bed. We'll talk about it in the morning. When you aren't drunk."

Peter lets Elio help him up, but stops Elio from pulling him towards his room.

"Can I sleep with you, Sir?" Peter asks, quiet again. "Please? Just for tonight."

With an irritated sigh, Elio concedes. "Yeah. Sure."

Elio hasn't slept in the same bed as another person for years, so when Peter not only lays down beside him, but clutches at his shirt for comfort, Elio feels a little strange.

"Can you hold me?" Peter whispers. "Please? I'm sorry if I'm asking too much."

Strange is definitely the word. Peter is curling up to make himself seem small, but there's only a few inches of difference between them. Elio ends up putting his hand on the back of Peter's head, fidgeting with his hair. Peter murmurs a thank you.

—

Peter wakes up with a horrific headache.

He lets out a tiny whimper, realising he's still curled up against Sir. He only remembers bits and pieces of last night, but he knows what he said, he knows how bad his insults were, and the fear and the pain and the churning in his stomach is twisting his insides into knots.

He forces himself out of bed - he asked Sir to hold him after saying all of that, how could he? - and drops to his knees beside it, shivering and close to tears, even though he's not supposed to cry, he can't cry!

He's a bad Pet. Why is he always a bad Pet? For once in his stupid, worthless life, can't he do something right? No wonder Sir never praises him or gives him any affection. He hasn't earned it, he'll never earn it.

"Pete?"

Peter's forehead hits the floor. He can't form words for a moment, can't figure out what he even should say to try to earn some kind of forgiveness, if he deserves that at all and not just to be discarded.

"I'm sorry!" Peter says, voice coming out as a desperate whimper. "I'm so, so sorry, I should have never said those things to you, Sir, o-or gotten drunk on your cider, or- or any of it! I'm s-s-so sorry, please p-punish me--"

Peter's begging devolves into incoherent sobs. He isn't supposed to feel like this. Master would have beat him black and blue for crying, maybe put the shock collar back on and let the electricity run through him until he learned to bury all these useless feelings again. Sir hasn't punished him yet but he still could.

"...Pete, sit up."

Peter immediately straightens his back, even though it makes his throat burn with bile and his vision swim. Frantically, he rubs at his eyes to hide or at least dry his tears, but he hiccups and has to cover his mouth so that he doesn't throw up onto the carpet.

"Jesus," Elio mutters. "Okay. Come on. I'm taking you to the bathroom, don't argue with me or say anything else."

Peter doesn't speak a word. Elio takes him under the arms and gently guides him to the bathroom. Almost immediately, Peter falls onto the tiles and vomits into the toilet bowl.

"I'm- I'm sorry," Peter gasps. "I'm s-so sorry, I sh-shouldn't be sick--"

"You're hungover," Elio says flatly, crouching down beside him. "If you weren't sick I'd be surprised. You weigh basically nothing and you had, like, six bottles? And you've probably never been drunk before. It's fine."

"I sh-shouldn't have drunk th-them in the first p-place," Peter whines, tears still streaming down his cheeks.

"They're literally two-fifty. Cheaper if I get a multipack. I'll just get some more."

"But I- I--"

"Fucking listen to me, Pete!"

Peter squeaks and shuts his mouth.

Elio swallows. "I… sorry. Shouldn't have smapped. Look. It's fine."

"I can't… I c-can't take care of you l-like this…" Peter gags and lets out a little whimper. "I'm useless, I'm- I…"

With a sigh, Elio gently rubs the back of Peter's neck. Peter practically melts into the touch.

"I don't need taken care of, okay?" Elio says. "Not when you're like this. You're always doing everything all the time, anyway. I think we'll live if you can't clean up for one day."

"But what a-about- about your--"

"Shh," Elio says, and it's the gentlest tone he's ever used with Peter. "You're sick. You're spending the day resting."

"But S-Sir--!"

"That's an order," Elio replies firmly. "Do you need me to hold your bangs back while you puke?"

Peter miserably nods his head.

—

By the time evening has rolled around, Peter is feeling much better. Elio has brought him painkillers, which is more than he deserves, and even managed to make meals so that Peter eats. This time when Elio enters the room, Peter is on his knees, fidgeting with a folded belt.

"What are you doing?" Elio asks.

"I… I'm better now, Sir," Peter says quietly. "So I thought I would, um, save you the trouble of finding something to punish me with. U-Unless you already… had a plan…"

"Don't be-" Elio stops himself. He was about to call Peter stupid again. Like it's a reflex. Come on, Elio, you can be nice. "Pete. What do you think you need punished for?"

"For insulting you," Peter replies, voice shaking. "For drinking. A-And for crying."

Elio sighs. "You already apologised. No punishment."

"But I need to learn!" Peter insists.

Keep it together, Elio. "Are you going to do it again if I don't beat you with a belt?"

Peter falters. "N-No."

"So it's unnecessary," Elio shrugs. "No punishment. Actually, no punishments ever. For anything. I don't wanna do that. It'll just make us both feel bad."

"...never?" Peter stares at Elio like he has two heads.

"Never," Elio nods. "Look, you already got consequences. You were sick and you feel sorry now. So… that's enough."

Peter is quiet, and Elio uses the moment to take the belt. He doesn't understand why you would actually hit a Pet. That's still a human being.

"What's the point of punishing a Pet like you, anyway?" Elio asks, half-rhetorically. "How are you supposed to take care of people if you're injured?"

"Usually Service Pets wouldn't be punished," Peter explains in a soft voice. "But it… it was part of my responsibilities. Master had anger issues. If Master was hitting me when he was angry, he wouldn't break important things."

Elio folds his arms. Remembers the conversation from last night. "I'm not gonna hit you if I'm mad. You're… you're important, Pete."

Peter blinks, then smiles. There's a warm sensation in his chest. "Thank you, Sir."

Sir thinks I'm important.

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[fairy-writes]

Vampire!Viktor x Female!Reader 02

part one of vampire!viktor HERE

part one of merman!viktor HERE

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all i’m going to say is that i was inspired by howl’s moving castle for this

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you don’t see viktor for many days after he finally tells you his name. every time you go to the mansion, he’s suspiciously missing. but you are scared to trespass into what must have been his bed chambers. 

but the desks of notes and gadgets told tales of a lonely man, a lonely, sad man who needed someone to be there for him. how long had he been alone in that old decrepit house?

you finally saw him again after your sixth time visiting the mansion. your skirts and boots are almost caked with gunk at this point. it had rained the night before, so the dirt trail had turned into a goopy muddy mess. you are panting by the time you reach the steel and wooden door. you heave it open, the deep, resounding groan filling the empty room. 

surprisingly, viktor is waiting at the top of the stairs. maybe waiting isn’t the right word. he looks like a surprised deer, poised to run despite his bad leg, his cane clutched in his hand. you don’t have to be close to tell his knuckles are whitened. 

“what are you doing here?” he asks, and you swallow. you really don’t have a good reason. it’s not like you can tell him the reason you’re here. 

“i was curious,” you say simply, and he scoffs,

“lying is unbecoming of a lady,” he says, and you roll your eyes,

“must you be so rude all the time?” you ask, and he throws a hand out to gesture at the entire room. it’s falling apart. the stairs creak every time he shifts, and the cobwebs are only getting worse. 

“i have every right! you keep breaking into my home and harassing me!” he exclaims, and you cross your arms,

“it’s hardly breaking in when the front door is locked. plus, i knock every time!”

at that, viktor pinches the bridge of his nose and looks like he’s about to murder you. which, in hindsight, is a possibility that has your stomach turning. would he kill you? vampires were said to have immense strength, so he could very well try. and it wasn’t like your retorts were helping your case at all. 

eventually, you sigh and drop your crossed arms, scuffing your shoes at the cracked floorboards. 

“i thought you looked lonely.” you mumble, though you have no doubt he heard you. 

“you continually break into my home because you think i look… lonely?” he asks in disbelief.

he disappears without a word after that. 

your sneaking off has started taking a toll on you. you are getting little sleep, and clients are grating on your nerves more than normal. but you persevere and manage to finish all your work on time and in impeccable condition. 

all the while, viktor was on your mind. 

you see him again almost three months after your first meeting. 

three months of sneaking away and into the house. maybe it was harassment at this point. but part of you couldn’t help but remember his study. the stories of the lonely man almost entombed there. 

alone.

sepulchered in the mansion by himself with no one to talk to for who knows how long. 

so you make it your mission after those three months to give him someone to talk to. 

you only hope you can succeed. because no one deserves to be lonely.

you get your chance three days after your decision. you show up in the middle of the day and scour the lands of the mansion until you find what you’re looking for. 

a cleaning closet. 

you pull out a broom and begin your work. 

as you work, you realize something. this mansion is old. really old. there are still rushes on the hard dirt floor. herbs and straw to absorb anything that would drop and give it a better smell. you swept the brittle leaves and hay to the end of the corridors before hauling it outside into a large pile. you could burn it or bury it later. rugs that were on the wood floors were taken out and hung over branches to be beaten before being aired out. 

you left them outside and continued sweeping, dusting, and scrubbing the steps and entrance room of the house. you had discovered some lye soap and mixed it with water from a stream on the estate. your hands burned with the harsh chemicals but the dirt and dust soon turned the water bucket a murky grey. 

“what are you doing?” came a familiar voice, and you jump, catching the bucket before it spills as you whirl to look at the top of the stairs. 

viktor stands halfway down the stairs, his free hand white-knuckled on the railing, his other clutching his cane. he looks as if he had just slipped, which was likely. you had scrubbed the wood stairs within an inch of their life with the harsh scrub brush. your hands stung, but you kept at it, keeping your eyes trained on the floor. 

“cleaning,” you say and hear him make a noise. you weren’t sure if it was a surprised noise, an angry noise, or something else. 

“... why?” he asks hesitantly, and you shrug, moving down a step as you do so. 

“because no one deserves to live like this.” is all you say, and leave it at that.

[videogayymer]

"Self-indulgent Ghostsoap angst fic that I wrote instead of going to therapy." That's the title I guess

Warnings: Angst, intrusive thoughts, brief mention of self-harming but no actual self-harming, depression and anxiety.

Word count: around 4k

Based on my post about Ghost suffering from intrusive thoughts that on bad days he locks himself in his room because he's afraid he might actually hurt someone. Johnny is there to help him even though Ghost tries to push him away.

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Johnny looks at the empty space in front of him, wondering where a certain Brit is. His plate is empty, coffee had already gone cold as he waited.

10 more minutes and I need to be at Price's office, where is that bawbag? He thinks to himself. It's not that unusual of Ghost to skip breakfast, but he'd at least come to the mess hall anyways for a cup of tea or just to chat with Johnny. There's no way he slept in, Ghost doesn't sleep in. Johnny can't help but think that something is off. So he waits a few more minutes until he has to start walking to Price's office.

Ghost didn't come.

After his meeting with Price, he had couple hours of training with the new recruits. But no sign of Ghost. At the end of lunch he starts to really worry. He grabs a tray of food and walks to Ghost's room.

He knocks. No answer.

"Ghost?" He calls out, but there's no answer. He knocks again, anxiety seeping in.

"Piss off, Johnny." He finally hears the familiar voice yell and Johnny is relieved, even though Ghost's reaction isn't what he really wanted.

"I didn't see ye at breakfast or lunch, I brought food." And when he hears no answer, no shuffling of feet telling him that Ghost is actually walking towards the door to let Johnny in, he knocks again. "Come on Ghost, open the door."

It alerts him a little when the door suddenly opens, Ghost standing in the doorway arms crossed and not saying a word. But his stare says a million words, eyes locked into Johnny's with a gaze that Johnny can almost feel drilling holes in his skull.

"I just wanted to see ye and-"

"And now you have seen me." Ghost cuts him off before he can finish, and backs away from the doorway into his room as he grabs the door to close it. But Johnny knew he would do that. Before Ghost can even close the door an inch, Johnny ducks under Ghost's arm that is holding the door up high, back pushed against the door to open it as he rushes into the room with the tray in his hands.

Johnny didn't think this through, he had just barged into his CO's room without permission. He looks at Ghost, who looks at him with an equally perplexed look. They stare a few seconds in silence, Johnny trying to figure out how did he just manage to sneak past Ghost. And Ghost is thinking the same.

"I'm not in the mood for this." Ghost breaks the silence and Johnny's surprised to find no anger behind his words. He was expecting Ghost to drag him out of his room by the collars of his shirt and slamming the door in front of him. But he sounds more exhausted, tired. Like he hasn't slept at all.

Johnny places the tray down to the table near the wall and turns back to look at Ghost, who's closing his door, locking it, but leaning on it as if ready to open it again soon.

"Is everything okay?" Johnny asks and notices how Ghost grits his teeth at the question.

"Yes everything is okay, you can go now." Ghost's attempt at lying is weak. He knows it's not enough to convince Johnny but he had to try.

"Oh fuck off." Johnny scoffs, showing Ghost just how little he managed to convince him that he's fine.

Ghost doesn't say anything, just waits at the door for Johnny to give up and leave. But he shows no signs of leaving him alone.

It's when Ghost notices the knife and fork on the tray that his thoughts get loud again. Fuck fuck fuck fuck stop stop stop don't think about it don't think about it don't think about it, Ghost repeats in his head, trying to push away the thoughts. He tries not to let his anxiety show on the outside, doesn't want to make Johnny worry any more. He knew he shouldn't have opened the door. He fucking knew it and yet, Johnny's here.

"What's goin' on in that head of yers?" Johnny breaks the silence again. But to Ghost there was no silence, not with the loud thoughts in his mind.

"Acting like a proper shrink now, Johnny?"

"Not like ye'd go see one anyways"

"You know me too well"

"Clearly not well enough"

A beat of silence. Soap started slowly walking towards Ghost, determined. He notices how the taller man shifts his position against the door, as if trying to get further away.

Ghost avoids Soap's gaze, looking anywhere else than his worrying eyes. Quiet like a whisper, like he doesn't even want to hear the next words, he says: "Stay back, Johnny."

But it's not an order, it's a plead and Ghost is begging Soap to stay away because he's scared of what he might do. He's scared of the thoughts swarming his mind and if Johnny gets too close, the might do something. He wants him gone, out of the room, far away from him as possible, because it's not safe.

And Johnny stops in his tracks, but only for a second before he takes another step, and another, his steps quiet and calculative, until he's an arm length away from Ghost. He's giving him space, not wanting to make Ghost feel like he's cornered, even though a part of him wants to hold him close until all of Ghost's worries are gone. But he's not a miracle worker and he knows that. He knows he can't do anything but it pains him so to see Ghost like this.

"Ghost I don't want to leave you by yerself if I don't know what's goin' on." Johnny whispers, equally quiet.

Ghost finally looks Johnny in the eyes and is met with a gaze of determination. He's not backing down. A sigh of defeat. "You're not gonna give up are you?"

Johnny fights down a smirk on his face. "Ye know me well."

Another sigh and Ghost slides down the door to sit on the floor, Johnny quickly accompanying him. They're on eye level now, Ghost still avoiding Johnny's eyes. Johnny, on the other hand, won't stop looking at Ghost. It's almost like he's studying Ghost's very core, as if he won't have a chance like this again. So he looks at the man sitting on the floor in front of him, who's head is slightly turned to the side and eyes glued to the floor. Who's chest is rising and falling too quick with the shallow breaths he's taking. Who's hands are tangled together in a nervous mess, fingers fidgeting on the skin.

"Ghost-", but before he can finish, Ghost cuts him off.

"Intrusive thoughts, Johnny. Or that's what the therapist called them before I stopped going. " And Ghost is shaking his head, one hand raising to his forehead to nervously massage it. He hopes it's enough to shield him from Johnny's eyes, afraid of what he might see now that he's said it.

But the man's reaction is not what he thought.

"Ye're gonna have to explain that one to me, I'm not sure what they are." Johnny says calmly, trying to hide his slight embarrassment for not knowing.

"You're gonna think I'm insane." Ghost breathes out, shakingly.

"Since when did ye care what people thought of ye?" Johnny teases, wanting to ease the tension in the air.

I care what you think, Ghost thinks to himself.

"Besides , with this job we all gotta be a little insane." Johnny continues, "But first, lift up that mask for me, aye? Ye look like ye could need some proper air and not suffocate yerself on that mask."

"I can breathe just fine." A lie again. Ghost feels like someone is squeezing his windpipe and crushing his lungs.

"Please?" Johnny asks carefully and the gentle plead has Ghost off guard. He can't help but look him in the eyes, even if just for a moment to see if there's any sort of malice in his eyes. He knows there isn't, he knows Johnny wouldn't ask him to take off his mask or even briefly lifting it up for no good reason. So he complies, slowly starting to roll up his mask from the hem and stopping at the nose, letting it rest there. His first instinct is to turn away again, away from Johnny's eyes.

Johnny's seen Ghost maskless only once, and the half Glasgow smile is right how he remembered: two thick, raggedy lines going from under his right eye straight down, the other line trailing to his upper lip, pulling the skin up a little. But this time he notices the scar across his throat, no doubt a wound from a knife that was just shallow enough that Ghost was able to walk away from that.

Johnny has to stop himself from making Ghost too uncomfortable so he keeps his searching around his lower face minimal, focusing on the task at hand. He notices that Ghost is able to breathe a bit easier, but he keeps fidgeting with his hands more nervously. He fights the urge to place his hand on Ghost's, to gently caress them. Now's not a good time, he thinks.

So he breaks the silence. "Ye can tell me now," Johnny encourages. "What are intrusive thoughts?"

Ghost hesitates again, but it's too late to back down now. "They are fucked up, violent thoughts that force their way into my mind whenever possible. And what's worse is that they're not only about me, but other people. Like people on base. Like you," he pauses, waits for a reaction that doesn't come. "They feel so real, as if I could easily do them. And I can't do anything about them, they won't leave me alone. On bad days they're so intense that ignoring them is harder, I feel like I could snap at any time." He pauses, trying to get his breathing in control. "So on bad days I lock myself here so I won't accidentally hurt anyone, except for..." Ghost backs down, realising that he can't say it, not without risking Johnny going to Price to ask him demand Ghost take a psych evaluation.

"Yerself. " Johnny continues on his sake, and much to Ghost's surprise he doesn't sprint out of the room. Doesn't go calling for Price and drag his sorry ass to the therapists.

"Yeah. " Ghost replies quietly, wishing he had the strength to look Johnny in the eyes.

"Have you?" Johnny's question is careful, gentle. There's no judgement in his tone.

"No."

Johnny let's out a breath he didn't know he was holding. A sigh of relief.

"See? Ye can hold them back." Johnny smiles a bit nervously, trying to find something positive in this all.

But Ghost doesn't answer. Instead, he buries his head in his hands as his breathing quickens again. He grits his teeth and mutters something under his breath.

"you should go, Johnny." He manages to say and he's hoping Johnny listens to him this time because he can't see Ghost in a state like this where his mind is against him and he doesn't know when he might actually hurt Johnny, or himself. He shuts his eyes and it's a mistake because the images of hurting Johnny flash in his mind, how he would do it a million different ways and what would come next. It feels so real that his mind seems like the reality, like it actually happened. Like he actually killed Johnny in the most insane and brutal way. Like it was something he'd do without batting an eye, like it was easy. Because he knows what he's capable of in the field, with nothing but enemies in front of him. He knows how easily he can eradicate them all without feeling remorse, and he'd be praised for it. What he doesn't know is when he turns against civilians and his team mates. Against Johnny. And it was easy, he had just done it. Killed Johnny. Who's next, he thinks. Him, or some other poor soul that got too close to him. A darkness consumes him, pulls him into a cold void. He thinks that maybe he's safe here, with no one around him. No one for him to hurt.

Until a warm body presses against his, wrapping arms around him and one hand making slow circles on his back. It's grounding him and he opens his eyes, bringing him back to the reality where he's sitting on the floor in his room with Johnny in front of him. Except now he's hugging him, caressing his back gently. He looks at his hands that are still hovering over his face, kept in place by Johnny's body hugging him. His hands are shaking. He let's out a shuddering breath.

Ghost then realizes that Johnny is saying something, repeating it calmly to his ear.

"Come back to me, Simon." Johnny says again and this time Ghost hears it properly. He slowly pulls his arms from between their bodies and wraps them around Johnny, and returns the hug.

"I'm here." Ghost says, his voice fragile. It shocks him a little, having Johnny hugging and caressing him so when just a moment ago Ghost had killed him. But that wasn't reality, he reminds himself. This, right here, Johnny alive and well, hugging him, whispering calming words in his ear, is real.

He doesn't realize he's crying until he let's out a small sob.

And Johnny hears it. God, he hears it. So he rushes to help.

"Ye're okay, ye're okay." He whispers to Ghost's ear.

"I'm sor-" but before Ghost can finish, Johnny cuts him off

"Don't ye dare apologize."

Ghost doesn't reply, just nods slightly. He doesn't have the energy to argue. All he can do is keep holding Johnny and let the tears fall. And Johnny let's him. After a while, Ghost calms down. His breathing has returned to normal, he's not shaking or sniffling anymore.

"I'm gonna pull away now, is that okay Simon?" he asks carefully, afraid to alert him in any way that might push him back to the ledge.

Ghost nods, and they both pull away from the hug, Johnny holding him by the shoulders still sitting in front of him as he makes sure Ghost is okay. He looks at the man's face, eyes red from crying, streaks in his black greasepaint where the tears rolled. And Ghost can't look him in the eyes again.

"Hey, look at me." Johnny tries gently and to his surprise, Ghost responds by slowly dragging his eyes to meet Johnny's. Now that he has his attention, he can't help but give a small smile. "They're just thoughts, and the fact that ye're fightin' them so hard proves that ye'd never act on them. I know ye'd never hurt those who don't deserve it. Ye have been battlin' these thoughts so long, they won't make ye do shite. They got nothin' on ye." Johnny continues, hoping that Ghost listens to him. He takes it as a yes when he sees Ghost relax again, his shoulders dropping a little.

"I just... need a distraction. They're too much." Ghost says quietly.

"And lockin' yerself here is not the way to go about it. If ye need a distraction, find me. I don't care if we're in the field, or trainin' or if it's the middle of the night, just find me. And I'll hold ye close and remind ye that ye're stronger than those thoughts. I'll crack the stupidest fuckin' jokes until you laugh and forget them. Okay?"

Ghost could start crying again after hearing all that, feeling his heart fill up with the realization that someone cares about him this much and is willing to help him through shit. And not just someone, it's Johnny. Thank god its Johnny.

"Thank you, Johnny." Ghost finally replies. He can't thank him enough for all he had just put up with. "I really mean it."

"I know." Johnny says, and starts slowly getting up on his feet from the floor. He lowers a hand to Ghost, offering to lift him up as well. Ghost takes his hand. "Are they still in yer head?" Johnny asks, one hand on Ghost's shoulder to make sure his legs are carrying him. He let's go when he sees that Ghost can stand on his own.

"Not nearly as bad. I think the worst is over." And he knows Johnny can't just magically make the intrusive thoughts gone for good, he'd need years of therapy to cope with them. But knowing that he has Johnny's help and company makes him less worried of them.

"Good, so ye can eat? I think the food's gone cold by now, but ye haven't eaten anythin' today."

Ghost looks at the food that he had completely forgotten about. He had only snacked on some protein bars stashed in his room earlier in the morning, but otherwise he hadn't eaten yet. He was actually hungry, he realized. "Can just go microwave them, no point in wasting food." He turns to pick up the food, but Johnny stops him.

"Not before we do somethin' about yer greasepaint, it's all over the place. Come on, let's get washed up."

And the way Johnny smiles at him, blue eyes bright and full of hope, has Ghost thinking that maybe, maybe he has the strength to survive another day.

[george228732]

Fylass In Wonderland -Chapter Seven- Escaping Delusion (TW: MENTIONS OF MENTAL DISORDERS)

Fylass woke up in a black void, as dark as vantablack, without ground, yet they’re still standing. "...Eurgh… What happened now?" Fylass said as they looked around only to find out that there was nothing but emptiness. "W-Where am I…?" They started traversing through this void. Who knows how much time passed, until they found a small piece of paper that had something written, floating in the nothingness.

Fylass read the piece of paper, and they noticed that it had their same handwriting, and just when Fylass finished reading it, they passed out on the floor. The note said. "Don’t lie to yourself, you are as mad as the rest of us."

"Kid, kid! Wake up! Please!" A voice called out to them, now sitting down on one of the chairs at the table. 

"Best friend! Please, wake up!" Dolly’s voice now called out to them, as they slowly opened their eyes. "...Dolly…?" 

"BEST FRIEND! I AM SO GLAD YOU’RE AWAKE!" Dolly said, as they slowly got up from the table in a sloppy manner, and from behind, another voice sighed with relief. Fylass heard that and quickly turned back, only to see Lucid behind them, and when they saw him, Fylass immediately remembered what happened. "Ah! Stay back!" They said as they tried to grab the gardening shears, only to find out that they didn’t have them anymore. "N-No! I must’ve left them back in the small door room! P-Please stay away from me!"

"Do not worry, kid of clubs, I mean no harm." Lucid said.

"And how can I trust you when you guys poisoned me with sedatives?! And for what?!" Fylass said with anger and fear in their voice. On one side, they weren’t stupid enough to believe that, but on the other side, there’s those bits of terror and doubt in their mind, about how they feel so lost in a world that seems familiar, but at the same time, it is not. "I am leaving." Fylass said as they tried to get up, only to find out that they were tied up with it, thanks to a strong rope, used as a knot. Fylass didn’t know what to do, but that sight on itself made them feel a horrible hopelessness.

"P-please… What do you want from me…? What did I do to you?" Fylass said as they were starting to tear up. "Hey, best friend, it’s okay! Sir Lucid right here is going to help you!" Dolly said with a very kind, cheerful voice. "How am I supposed to believe that though?!"

"...I apologize. I really do…" Lucid finally spoke up to try and comfort Fylass, and the situation they were in. "It is true that I had the idea, but I didn’t want you kids to be the ones being the one that would drink the tea."

"What does that even mean?!" Fylass said. "And where are the others?!"

"...They are desperate, and so am I." Lucid said as they pulled out a rapier from behind, and started to cut the ropes. "We were cursed to have an eternal punishment which is inescapable, unless someone else takes the place of one of them. It’s odd, but I can’t really go into much depth for now. I need to get you two out of here. The others are already traversing the forest, since the exit door is locked, and they think that maybe going through it would lead them to the exit anyways."

Fylass was less fearsome, but even more confused. "...What do you mean?" 

"I mean that they used you and Dolly as proxies to take their place as they escaped the punishment The Queen did to them. Some of them already know what they plan to do, but people like the Mad Hatter, or I, don’t know that yet. They are insane, and so am I, but at least I am compassionate towards people that don’t deserve to go through the hell we were into for who knows how long." Lucid said as they finally cut the ropes that had Fylass tied up. "Yay! Dolly told you, best friend!" 

"...Thank you…" Fylass said as they got up from the chair. "...So… what you’re saying is that they had to be on this eternal punishment, and they used me and Dolly to be replaced for it? What is the punishment?" 

"As ridiculous as it seems, the punishment is an eternal tea party. Sounds odd, but being doomed to drink the same flavors of tea, and talk with the same people over and over and over is torture."

"...I am so sorry for you, but also, why didn’t you say something when they gave us that tea?"

"...Because if I stopped them with that plan, they would surely come up with a much, much worse plan to keep you here…" Lucid said.

Fylass and Dolly were silent…

"But it’s okay, kid. You’re free and what matters now for me, is to get you both out of here. This forest is infinite, and when you think you have finally found the exit, you go back to the place where you started, and considering that the others already left through the forest, it’s more than likely that they would come at any moment here. The other exit is sadly locked though, so I don’t know what to do…"

"...I have this key right here, but I don’t know if it’s the one." Fylass said as they took out the blue key out of their pocket.

When Lucid saw it, he was shocked to see it. It was the one."Yes! This is the key! How did you find it?!"

"Uh… Casey gave me it when I guessed a riddle."

"Casey…? It must have been one of the Cheshire Cats for sure; they are mischievous entities, and even though my visit to Wonderland was supposed to be limited, I ended up gaining more knowledge about this world."

"...Visit? You aren’t from here?"

Lucid was about to say something, until he saw the hatter and the other two finally here, in the distance, behind them. "...Oh no." They were mad - who knows if it was because they came back to the same place, or the fact that Lucid was directly helping the ones they took captive.

"...Lucid, what are you doing…?" Fettuccine said, as Chaos pulled out a giant, black and red needle from the shadows of the forest. "If you are trying to get them out of here, I suppose I must stop you." Lucid, Fylass and Dolly were scared, the latter two for the situation that was happening, and Lucid, for the things that they might do to the kids to keep them here.

"Quick! Go to the hatter’s house! The exit is in the backyard!" Lucid said as he pointed towards a specific point in the shadows. It was hard to see, but indeed, a house resembling one of villages in the 17th century was there. Chaos, Fettuccine and Kurabe realized what Lucid was planning to do. "Don’t you dare." Kurabe said as she ran towards the three, with Fettuccine and Chaos following her with the same ideas on what to do.

Fylass and Dolly were panicked, and they quickly made their moves to escape, and ran towards the cabin in question. The stars appeared once again, but now, they were moving erratically, as the winds of the forest appeared, and became stronger as Fylass and Dolly came closer and closer to the house, as the other three were chasing them down.

Fylass and Dolly got the upper hand and got to the house first, opened the door, and closed it before the others could catch them. They blocked the door, and backed down with a bit more of calm, until Chaos’s needle pierced through the wooden door, and he proceeded to try and knock it down to catch the kids, along with the women that wanted to do the same.

"Dolly, quick! We need to find the exit! I don’t think that door will resist for too long!" Fylass said, with the worst panic on their voice, as they stood up and explored the house to find the supposed exit. Dolly did the same as well, and she ended up finding a weird piece of paper, and thought that Fylass might be interested in it, so she kept it in one of her pockets.

Both Fylass and Dolly explored nook and cranny of the dusty house that seemed abandoned for centuries, to the point where the paintings couldn’t be seen at all due to the dust. The door that kept them safe was more and more fragile to each hit that it received; time was running short for the kids, until… 

"Best friend! Dolly thinks she found the door!" Fylass went after her when they heard those words, and indeed, the door was there. It had a spade symbol on the front, with golden frames, and it was made of material that seemed to be made of shining porcelain; it didn’t look like the rest of the house at all. "Yes! This must be the-" Fylass was, yet again, interrupted, but this time, by the sound of a falling door. Both knew what happened, and so, Fylass rushed to the door, and used the key on the door’s lock, as fast as they could, hearing how the steps of the hatter and his companions were closer. Fylass was successful, and ran with Dolly to the other side of the door, revealing a decaying garden, with a small gate at the end of it. They turned back, and they saw their persecutors right behind them, and Fylass picked up Dolly, and ran to the gate as fast as they could, and just when Chaos was at the brink of catching them, Fylass opened the gate, and crossed it.

Right at the moment where they crossed it, Fylass and Dolly felt the air less heavier, and the stars and trees were still. They looked behind, and they saw Chaos, Lucid, Fettuccine and Kurabe, right behind the gate, some had frustrated faces, others, mournful ones and Lucid, had a neutral one, even though that smile made it think otherwise. It seemed like they weren’t able to cross it.

"...Good job, kid." Lucid said, as the others were still quiet. 

"...Lucid, why? We just want to get out of this place…" Said Fettuccine.

"We all want to, but we can’t sacrifice some kids’ lives, especially the Club’s life for us to be free. I’ve been stranded in a place where I don’t belong, and yet, I know perfectly that this will only make things worse…"

"...Why are you this cruel? I just want to see my Mikuto again…"

"I just want to see my Metty too…"

"...I will help you." Fylass said, and the rest were surprised.

"...And how are you supposed to do that, Club? How would a kid like you be able to break this mirror?" Chaos said cryptically. "Lucid said that your punishment was thanks to The Queen’s acting. I am going to the Card Castle to see her, and I will stop that punishment, along with the other things she has done, or plans to do, I promise…" Fylass said with determination.

"...Hah. We both know that that idea is nothing more than a delusion, but if you are so sure that you could stop that, and save our poor souls, go ahead and try. It’s not like we can stop you."

"...I will try. This "delusion" as you call it, will stop soon." Fylass said as they started to walk away. Dolly was silent, but she seemed happy, and even a bit more brave than before.

"...Good luck, kid." Lucid said, as Fylass and Dolly waved goodbye.

Both took more steps, as they weren’t able to see the hatters, not the others in there. 

"Oh! Best friend! When we were in that house, Dolly found an odd piece of paper on one of the tables, and Dolly thought that you would be interested in it!" She said as she pulled out that piece of paper.

"Hm, let me take a peek." Fylass did that, and they realized that it was a medical report, although everything was scratched out, only leaving some words clear:

"The patient’s mental state is deplorable at best; and for what they’re saying, it’s more than likely that they suffer the mental issues and disorders mentioned above. It is recommended to take care of the patient as much as possible, and not leave them alone for much time."

Fylass was confused, was this something related to the hatters, or for someone else? "...Uh… I don’t think you should’ve taken this, Dolly…"

"Oh… Dolly is sorry, best friend…"

"H-Hey, it’s okay! Thanks to you, we got out of that house, so I must thank you for that." Fylass said with a reassuring smile that made Dolly happy. "Thank you, best friend!" Fylass nodded to say "No problem" and kept going with their usual path to the Card Castle, until someone catched their attention. "Psst. Kids..." Fylass turned to the side, only to see Pleiades right there. "I need you to see something."

@galakianexplosion (FOR CHAOS, AND THE KEY DRAWING)

@lostsoulau-ask

@kachikirby

@ilikesillythingswooo

@loaflovesdoodling

@den-of-the-blue-dragon

[rosanna-writer]

we said hello and your eyes look like coming home (1/?)

Summary: A canon-divergent AU where the bond snaps for Rhys on Calanmai, Feyre unwittingly accepts it, and Fire Night magic proves to be more transformative than anyone bargained for. Feyre drags a mate she hardly knows out from Under the Mountain, then puts him back together as war with Hybern approaches. Warnings: dubious consent, canon-typical sexual violence Rating: Explicit Chapter Word Count: ~3k

AKA "the one where the Calanmai stag plays matchmaker."

But anyway....welcome to the start of yet another multi-chapter Feysand fic about Human!Feyre falling for Fae!Rhys, Feyre getting Made in a way that diverges from canon, and a bond snap right after meeting (because I could write those tropes forever!).

The first chapter and the link to find it on AO3 are both below.

ch. 1 - the altar is my hips

I needed a bow.

Tamlin said to stay in my room and keep the door locked until morning, but I needed a bow. The drums outside were pounding, the bonfires roaring to life, and the woods held my quarry. I needed a bow.

As I crept through the empty manor, I could only think of the need to get to the woods, to find a stag, to kill it. Years of hunting to avoid starvation made me used to thinking of nothing but game—perhaps it's no surprise I didn't realize something had come over me on Calanmai.

The stables were empty, too. The servants were off with everyone else doing whatever the Rite involved, so it was simple enough to slip a bow off its peg on the wall and a full quiver over my shoulder, then strap a hunting knife to my thigh. I headed out into the night.

I wasn't sure exactly where I was going, just let the pounding drums and the smell of smoke pull me forward. There was something out here waiting for me.

The sun had set a while ago, clouds obscuring most of the light from the half-moon. Even in the darkness, I could navigate fine. In hindsight, that alone should have made a few things obvious.

I pushed back the hood of my cloak, more concerned with spotting movement in the corner of my vision than hiding my telltale human features. My quarry was closer.

I stalked through the forest on instinct, moving the same way I always did in the woods—quickly and silently. A single snap of a twig underfoot might be enough to send animals scurrying and doom me to another day of hunger pangs and lightheadedness. Tonight, though, the air was thick with magic. I could smell it like the calm before a thunderstorm.

Leaves rustled a few hundred yards away. Something white streaked through the forest, away from whoever made the noise. I let out a low growl, a sound I didn't know I was capable of making. Someone else was after the stag. At least, though, they were doing a poor job of hunting it.

It was familiar, the scrabble for limited resources that had defined so much of my life before I crossed the wall. I was still standing because I'd won that competition more often than I'd lost.

I nocked an arrow and stopped to take in my surroundings. There was no time to scramble up a tree and wait—the pounding of the drums was pushing me to finish this fast.

Thank the Mother milkweed was within reach, the fluff already hanging out of some of the pods. I used to dry it to use all winter when the plants died, but there's no need in a land of eternal spring. I flicked some into the air and watched for the direction the wind carried it. With nothing to conceal my scent, I had to stay upwind of the stag.

I moved slowly, with a rhythm that had become intimately familiar. Take a step. Freeze. Watch. Listen. Wait. Take another step.

A glimpse of blond hair through the trees told me the other hunter was Tamlin. On another night, I might have approached him and tried to work together, but something buried deep in my chest railed against the idea. The stag was mine and mine alone.

The brief flashes of white fur through the trees became more frequent. Faintly glowing with magic, the stag was laughably easy to spot compared to a normal brown deer. I would have bagged it already if Tamlin's scent and loud footsteps didn't keep sending it running.

Foolish of him. Even novice hunters know to conceal their scent, to approach quarry on a diagonal, to keep checking the wind because it changes fast in hills like this.

A normal deer would have been exhausted by now, panting and slow. But the glowing white stag seemed to have an endless well of something—energy, magic, the-Mother-knows-what.

I wasn't sure how long it lasted, and if the Fire Night magic had stretched out time, I wouldn't have been surprised. Focused on nothing but the stag, I didn't look up at the stars to mark the passage of time.

After minutes or hours or something else entirely, it stopped in a clearing and bent its head to eat. I'd gotten close enough for a perfect shot to its lungs, one that wouldn't ruin the meat. I nocked the arrow again, drew it to my cheek, closed one eye, and aimed.

No.

The sight of the stag, peaceful and harmless, unaware of me, made me drop the bow. The magic filling my mind disappeared, and it felt like being jerked from sleep by a bucket of ice water.

I hated hunting. There was no reason for me to take a life now—my belly was full, and I wasn't doing this to survive. I would never be a trophy hunter, killing just to show off.

The white stag raised its head, looking directly at me, and I was sure it had known I was there the whole time. With my head clear, I could feel the magic radiating from it—petal-soft new beginnings, life pushing its way to the sky through half-frozen soil by sheer force of will, a land that's shifting and changing as the sun returns, beautiful roses and razor-sharp thorns.

The magic of the Spring Court.

The stag looked at me with eyes that saw through everything, right down to the core of who I was. And when it spoke without opening its mouth, I didn't hear the words in my head, I just felt them.

Well met, High Lady.

"I'm human, certainly no High Lady," I said. Perhaps after centuries of being hunted by Tamlin it was confused, but I doubted a being that radiated such power could be confused by anything.

You have not yet taken your throne, but it is yours nonetheless.

I stood there, dumbfounded, trying to puzzle out what that could mean. The idea that a human could rule a faerie court was patently ridiculous. And besides, I was a half-starved girl from a backwoods village; there would be no throne for me. Unless…

"Are you saying I'll marry Tamlin?" I blurted out.

The stag's laughter was gentle, and it felt like a breeze sending petals floating gracefully down from a tree, soft and benevolent.

But I still wasn't sure if that was a yes or no.

You mastered your base instinct and chose mercy tonight. It's not my place to tell fortunes, but for your compassion, I will grant you another sort of boon.

I blinked, taking that in. "Thank you." There was nothing else to say, and an image formed in my mind's eye, as if placed there by the stag.

It showed me the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. Short black hair that gleamed, eyes so deep blue they were violet, the sort of pallor you only saw in someone with dark skin who had been out of the sun for a long time. Darkness swirled around him, and I could have sworn it formed the image of wings behind him until everything faded.

He is here tonight. Find him and give him this to claim what's yours.

I opened my hand and found pomegranate seeds, placed there by the stag's magic, the red flesh bright in the moonlight. I started to ask another question, but the stag spoke again.

Do this, and I will not have to die for tonight's Rite to be complete.

I nodded, still not sure I understood, and closed my hand around the seeds again. This was a gift—that much I was sure of. Before I could thank it or say anything else, the white stag bounded off through the trees, faster than I'd ever thought possible.

The drums had gotten louder, the smoke thicker, and the magic in the air a second haze, like a mist that had descended on the land. There was something tugging in my chest again, urging me forward. And I didn't know how, but I was sure there was something at the other end of that string.

I followed it, somehow sensing it and moving on instinct alone, as the tugging only got sharper, more impatient. I broke into a run, my heart pounding.

The same instinct had me skidding to a stop near the mouth of a cave, where a man stood with his back to me. Even without seeing his face, I knew it was him.

His immaculate black jacket and pants seemed all wrong for the forest around us, but perfectly at home with the way the night itself seemed to cling to him. Even if I hadn't noticed the pointed ears, the way he stood with absolute stillness made it obvious he couldn't be anything but High Fae.

"There you are," I whispered.

He spun around at that, the movement catlike and graceful even if I'd startled him. The full force of his violet gaze stole my breath.

For a long moment, we said nothing, just drank each other in. A half-smile formed on his face, as if he liked what he saw.

And for some reason, even though he moved like a predator and my human instincts should be screaming at me to run from danger, I wanted him to like what he saw.

We broke the silence, moving in perfect synchrony as we both said, "I've been looking for you."

From me, it sounded like an accusation, but from him, it was a lover's purr that skittered down my spine, a caress I felt all the way down to the very center of my being. He might carry himself like a panther, but there was a polished quality to his voice and clothes that I could never hope to achieve, not as a scrawny, half-feral thing that had been plucked out of the mortal woods.

The drumming got louder and faster, as if it was building towards something. I didn't understand it, but the sound had my hackles up all the same. My heart couldn't beat any harder.

And then something in the male's face changed as he stepped towards me. His eyes went wide and wild, his nostrils flaring like he'd just picked up a new scent.

He looked like he'd just started to unravel.

I should have wanted to run. No human had ever had a faerie look at them like that and had it end well, at least not before that night. But I couldn't bring myself to be afraid of him. If anything, it was excitement that was curling in my gut.

Something tugged at my chest again, and I reached my hand out, opening my palm, and offering the pomegranate seeds.

He grabbed my hand and ate the seeds right out of it, the movement bestial and entirely fae. The tip of his tongue lapped at the soft skin at the center of my palm, and his teeth scraped against it gently.

It sent my thoughts spiraling towards all the other places he could put his mouth and what it would feel like when he did. When he lifted his face, the juice staining his lips, there was a wicked grin that almost made me believe he'd heard what I'd been thinking.

"That's because I did hear all of it," he said.

If nothing else, that should have finally sent me running, or at least jerking my hand out his grip. But I only wanted him closer.

"Rhysand," he said, stepping towards me again, so close I had to tip my head back to see his face, and the heat of him drew me in. His voice had gone rough, no more elegance to be found. "But Rhys for you."

It was an answer to a question I hadn't spoken aloud, but maybe I'd been asking my whole life without even realizing it. There was an intimacy to the nickname, a small show of vulnerability. Names had power in Prythian, and he'd given me his.

I didn't hesitate to say, "Feyre Archeron."

I surged forward, taking his face in both of my hands and pressing my lips to his. Magic surged with me, the Spring Court's power urging a new beginning, for something to grow. His hands found my hips and pulled them closer so I was flush against him. The hard length of him pressed against my stomach, and suddenly all I could think about was how there were far too many layers between us.

I ground against him, trying to get as much friction as I could manage. I wanted our clothes off, but I didn't want to let go of him to make that happen. I couldn't think of anything else. 

He let out a low, satisfied growl that had heat pooling in my lower abdomen. When he finally pulled away, I couldn't hold back a cry of disappointment at the sudden distance.

"Privacy," was all he managed to ground out, taking my hand again and leading me into the cave.

Magic swirled around us—Calanmai, the Spring Court, and shining brighter and clearer than anything else, the golden thread connecting us.

And that bond was all our own.

Before my eyes could adjust to the dark, the cave wall pressed into my back and Rhys to my front, one of his legs between mine. I ground my hips against his hard, muscular thigh as he kissed and nipped at my neck. Perhaps with my mouth free, I should have taken the opportunity to ask what the hell was going on, but I needed to touch more of his skin.

I thought I knew hunger—far more intimately than anyone ever should—but I'd never experienced such a need to devour like this.

I wasn't sure if it was magic or his preternatural speed that had our clothes off so fast, but I was glad for it, too intoxicated to care about the rough cave wall scraping against my back or the trail of wetness I was leaving as I writhed against his leg. We were chest-to-chest, every inch of skin impossibly sensitive.

His hands squeezed my ass, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist as he lifted me up. I locked my arms around his shoulders, my fingers curling in his hair. Even though somehow I knew Rhys would never let me fall, I held on tight.

The first time he slid into me, his moan let me know he was just as far gone, beyond words, too. Being joined like this was overwhelmingly right. The bond between us shone brighter.

His thrusts became relentlessly faster, and I held his lips to mine through all of it. I swept my tongue into his mouth, delighted when it wrung another moan from him, and tightened my grip on his hair.

The bond solidified with every thrust, pieces falling into place until it was unbreakable, the strongest thing I'd ever known.

Release found us both fast, and before long he was spilling into me as I shattered around him and saw nothing but starlight. I relaxed my hands and let my head drop to his shoulder. Together, our breath and our heartbeats settled back into a normal rhythm, even as magic still danced along our skin.

He ran his nose along my neck and murmured, mostly to himself, "Feyre. FeyreFeyreFeyre. My mate."

Mate. Mate. Rhysand was my mate.

It should have come as a shock, but now that I'd heard him say it, the idea that he could possibly be anything else just seemed positively absurd. Never mind the fact that I was human and wasn't supposed to have one—we were linked.

"You're mine," I whispered. He pressed a kiss right below my ear, and I took that to mean he agreed.

I finally trusted my legs not to buckle under me, and he set me down gently. He took a half-step back, still keeping his hands splayed on my ass, even with my feet firmly back on the ground.

I raked my gaze over him and didn't try to hide it—he was doing the same, and fair was fair. Tattoos swirled across his muscled chest and shoulders, begging me to trace them with a finger. His eyes were clear and bright, twinkling like stars in the darkness now that the haze had lifted for us both, at least somewhat.

He gave me a lazy, arrogant smile that sent a new wave of arousal through me. I prepared to pounce on him, but he dropped to his knees before I could. His hands slid around to my front, and the way he dragged his fingertips down my thighs had my toes curling.

I thought he'd make some sort of smug comment, but his expression had melted into something reverent. "Please?" he said. There was no need to explain what he was offering.

I sank to my knees too, wanting to be closer to him—and because I'd follow him anywhere, even just to the cave floor. "Only if I do, too," I said.

An emotion flickered across his face, something I couldn't read, as much as I wanted to. Then he kissed me again, gentle and unhurried, and I leaned back as he kissed his way down my body until he settled between my legs.

I lost count of the number of rounds that night, but we went until we were both spent. At the end of it, the magic flowed through me again, returning to the earth. I was too tired to notice much about it. But even so, the Spring Court magic continued its work of shifting and changing, making me different.

Dawn hadn't yet broken as the last of the magic faded and Rhys carded his fingers through my hair. I dozed off with my head on his chest.

[rinrinx2]

hi could you do a timeskip smut yamagishi kazushi x makoto suzuki x sub reader after tiring work

Hope you liked it ♡

.

Stress relief

Makoto x fem!reader x Yamagishi

Warnings: Mature themes, Inappropriate language, Smut, Orgasm, kinda a threesome, c^m facials

You looked at you watch, letting out a sigh of relief as it was finally time for you to end th working day and head back home.

Even if home consisted of staying with your two roommates. You didn't mind your living arrangement and found it quite enjoyable. You never came home to an empty house, you were able to talk to someone when you seemed company and they were always willing to help relief stress.

"Evening (Y/N)-chan" Yamagishhi said as he stood in the kitchen chopping away at something.

"Evening" you replied as you slipped off your shoes at the entrance, no walking into the apartment them smelled of different spices.

"What you making?" You enquired, as you attempted to take a peak at whatever Yamagishi was preparing for dinner.

"Don't worry. How was work?"

"Tiring as always, today my boss had me double check everyone's paperwork. It was so long and boring"

"Don't worry, you can relax now" Yamagishi said as he watched you walk into your room.

The minute you heard your room door close, you quickly undressed yourself. Ridding yourself of any and all clothing articles, leaving you nude in your room.

Without even thinking you kicked your disregarded clothes into a corner and plopped down onto your body.

Your back pressed against the cool silk sheets as you felt the breeze from your open window blow over your naked body, trying your best to relax.

You closed your eyes taking deep breaths, feeling how your chest rised and feel with each inhale and exhale.

So lost in this pattern that you hadn't heard as you room door opened.

"Hey (Y/N)-chan Yamagishi finished dinner-" Makato said as his sentenced drifted off, as he took in the sight of you, with your nude body splayed on the bed, your nipples hard and you legs slighted parted that he was able to sneak a peak at your glistening folds while your eyes remained shut.

And still you remained unaware of his presence, even after he had spoken to you.

"Stressfull day?" Makoto asked as you felt a dip in your bed, finally breaking your semi-relaxed aura.

"Very stressful day" you said sitting up now looking into Makoto eyes.

"I just want to relax, but it's so hard. Everytime I close my eyes I just picture mountains of paperwork" you explain to Makoto as he kept his gazed locked onto you.

"You know you can ask Yamagishi or me if you need a little help relaxing, you know we'll always help" Makoto said as he pushed the strands of hair that fell over your shoulder behind your ear.

"I know I can it's just I don't want to feel like a burden to you guys. You already do so much for me"

"It's never a problem helping your unwind, we enjoy it alot. Now go ahead and ask me to help you relax and I will" Makoto said moving back slightly from you as he watched you sulken expression start to lighten up.

You fully sat up now with a smile on your face as you looked at Makoto with his teasing grin as he waited for you to ask.

"Makoto will you please help me relax?"

Without another word being said Makoto moved forward until his lips met with yours. You felt Makoto lips meld with yours, opening your mouth allowing him to slip his tongue in.

His tongue lapped at yours causing your to moan out and your back to arch, you spread your legs further to allow Makoto to sit in-between them.

Makoto hands quickly made there way down to your dripping core that were soaking the sheets. His finger came down to your swollen clit as he gently pushed down on it.

"Makoto" you moaned out urging him to do more.

"You've got to wait angel" he said between kisses.

Makoto started to rub tight circles into your clit, causing your puffy pussy hole to gush out more in excitement for his cock.

"Please Makoto" you begged out needing to feel his cock stretch you out.

Makoto mouth pulled away from yours, as he began to take of his shirt and rid himself of his pants.

"Only because you had a very stressful day" he replied as he sat back down in between your legs.

You looked down starring at Makoto cock that had bead of pre-cum dripping down the base. He was just as desperate to be in you as you were to have him inside you.

Makoto aligned his throbbing cock to your slick folds.

"Ready to be relieved of stressed?" Makoto asked with a cocked up brow, before you could answer you felt as Makoto slipped his cock in.

His massive head sliding between your entrance slipping deep inside you until it nudged against the your cervix.

"Fuck" Makoto groaned out.

"All that stress has you extra tight today"

Makoto pulled his cock back at with a groan and then pushed it back in, repeating this slowly delicious actions until you started to beg for more again.

"Please fuck me faster" you moaned out, feeling as his cock head slipped back into you again.

"Please Makoto! Please!"

Makoto looked down at your blubbering expression, causing him to laugh.

"You're so cute when you're so desperate, I don't know if I want to go faster because seeing you like this is so adorable"

Just as you were about to complain about his comment Makoto began to increase his pace, causing you to moan out loudly.

Your pussy burned with need, which Makoto was quickly squelching. Feeling as his cock now slid in and out of you at a brutal pace, the friction causing your pussy to gush out more while your lips screamed his name over and over.

You were so close to cumming you could feel it deep in your tummy the pleasure building up and Makoto could feel the cum in his balls ready to shoot out into your pussy, but just as your orgasms were about to hit the your bedroom door came swinging open again.

"The food is getting cold!" Yamagishi said eyes closed with anger.

Makoto actions came to a holt and both you and him were now looking at Yamagishi who was slowly opening his eyes.

"Ah! " Yamagishi yelled out as his eyes finally opened revealing Makoto balls deep inside of you.

"Chill Yamagishi it's just some stress relief" Makoto giggled out, as you felt his vibrations of his giggles travel through you.

"Oh! Had me worried there for a moment" Yamagishi replied as his began to scratch the back of his head in relief.

"Why don't you join, you've been pretty stressed yourself" Makoto said.

"Yes please join Yamagishi" you mewled out with Makoto still inside you.

"Argh fine" Yamagishi said with zero hesitation, as he quickly rid himself of his clothes, now with his cock hovering over your face.

"You fuck her mouth?" Makoto asked still unmoving inside you.

"Nah, you just fuck her pussy and I'll cum on her face. I like looking at the faces she makes when you fuck her"

Without another word needed Makoto began to fuck you again, with the same brutal pace as before.

You felt as yout tits bounced back and forth with each thrust, while your eyes watched as Yamagishi stroked his cock over your face, his balls slapping every now and then on your face.

Makoto could feel as your walls began to tighten around his member, feeling as your orgasm was getting closer and closer.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum" Makoto grunted out feeling as he felt the cum in his balls travel into his shaft.

Your pussy fluttered at Makoto's words, feeling as his thrusts became sloppier and deeper, feeling as his cock juiced your pussy so well, while your eyes still focused on Yamagishi whose cock was now twitching.

"Shit I'm gonna cum too" Yamagishi moaned out as the cute faces you were making from Makoto fucking you were becoming to much.

Your pussy spasmed around Makoto making him cum, hot string of semen entered your pussy, making your squeal in excitement as your pussy let out fountains of clear liquid as your came hard around Makotos cock.

Yamagishi watched your face morph into pure pleasure as your orgasm washed over you causing him to cum instantaneously. His hot cum splattered all over your face painting it a nice shade of white, while your pussy continued to milk Makoto's cock.

Makoto waited till he caught his breath before he pulled out from your pussy, watching as his cum slipped out.

"You feel better now (Y/N)-chan" Makoto asked as he looked at you cum cover faced.

"So much better" you said with a smile licking the cum from your lips.

"Do you feel better Yamagishi?" You asked with doe eyes.

"So much better (Y/N)-chan" Yamagishi said as he lowered himself down to place a kiss on your lips.

"If you ever need any stress relief you can always count on us angel"

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[khaoticsincubus]

Not Quite Human

Monster!Reader x Lawrence

⚠️:mentions of harm, non-consenting acts, mutilation, violence

(let me know if I miss any other warnings)

You are an idiot. You didn't realized you've stopped being human long ago.

All it took was dumb mistake of going from bar to bar trying to start fights for the fun of it.

Did you really think licking your wounds and watching it heal over time was normal?! You got that information watching a documentary about bats!!

But that's in the past now. You can't go back. And you seem to be liking your new self. You get to choose who you want to become.

You were invested of your culture's myths. For so long you've researched night after night wanting to know more, being unable to visit the place where your grandparents grew.

It's fine.

You'd probably get homesick immediately if you visited that place. Or scared. Nights are rough, according to your grandparents. They recall living in a secluded land halfway up a mountain, with crops thriving at the foot of it. Ownership of the land was a battle with whom gets where.

You don't really understand much so you just accepted the information as is.

Time skip to moving way up from your hometown, you just wanted a fresh start. You unpacked your belongings and finished before the sun had set.

You remembered you haven't had alcohol in a while.

There's a bar called the Jackalope or something. The reviews are decent, and you feel like it's a befitting place to chill alone.

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A few light drinks and you get drowsy. It's a public place, moreover, an unfamiliar place with alcohol and possibly drunk people.

But you're so sleepy.

You don't feel like fighting it.

Fuck dammit.

It feels so good to just put your head down, a few minutes. Just close your eyes for a few minutes and then you can go running home.

Safe home...

You jolt up and it's empty. You panick.

Did they lock you in without waking you?! Calm down, the lights are still brightly littering the place. Hope's not all lost. Just find a staff and-

There's someone.

Should you approach them??? Fuck it, you don't have the luxury to choose with what luck you have left.

"Hey, excuse me..." This made the stranger jump a bit. "Could I ask what's the time?"

"Oh it's almost closing time" he responded in a soft spoken voice. It's kinda cute...

"Thanks! I really have to get going now... Bye!" You ran off outside, chest pounding from the interaction. You're still scared of people. Talking to someone you're not familiar with was not on your list for the night.

You took a moment to slow down and catch your breath once you reach the closest alley. It's empty so you should be a bit safe lingering in there.

The cold breeze reminded you that your hands are shaking.

Damn it. Why is it always this bad? We're those previous exposure therapies useless? Or maybe you were caught off guard tonight? Either way you're good now.

You exited the alley and continued walking back home.

Someone's eyes are on you. You start picking up the pace, walking faster, taking longer strides and much as your legs could take.

What's that tapping sou-

You got tackled to the ground. That's all you could remember before it all went black.

You wake up to mumbling, the familiar clothing blocking your view of a room filled with variations of plants.

You stayed silent, waiting until he turns around.

"AH! You're awake" yeah, like no shit Sherlock.

Anger took over you, but seeing how much at a disadvantage you are you try keeping it cool, maintaining a pissed of expression while asking "What. Am. I. Doing. Here?!"

His fucking whispering and stuttering annoys you. Oh my look at him and the way he talks so gentle, so cute so innocent- NO!

Fucking don't let him fool you. He fucking kidnapped you.

"Well?"

"I need to keep you here..." He looks at you, those hooded eyes. Seems like he's starting to show his colors.

...

"Why in the flying fuck would I do just that?"

"Because you smell good" Oh fuck, you're in big trouble for sure. He smiles at you, and there, at the side where you once missed, are bones. He's not human. You smelt something remotely similar before, dead yet alive. But him? He's a new kind of dead smell.

You feel your arms and legs tied up, no worries, you can just snap them free. What's he going to do?

Witnesses? You can't cover your way out of this one, your only choice is murder and ridding the place of your presence, you got lucky the last time they didn't find you guilty of the murder. You just happened to know the guy when he approached you with hostility. This one, you're sure to be in big trouble. Cuz a second similar incident can't be a coincidence, can it?

Too lost in your desperation he goes unnoticed staring at you with curiosity.

"... I need to go... I'll be back" His voice slips into your head.

So he's just gonna leave you here, like this? On the bright side he isn't aware that you can just break free with ease.

The door slams shuts as he leaves.

You took a deep breath and pull on the restraints, it snaps and you're free. Your legs are sore while your arms just burn from the friction.

Approaching with what guessed to be the front door, you peer outside, an empty corridor with flickering light bulbs, others half lit, and the borders of the walls connecting the floor molding, and loud muffled yelling from one of the rooms.

You bolt out looking for the fire exit, your best chance of reaching down the ground floor, hoping your kidnapper is long gone from the building.

Your heart racing with excitement, you are so close it feels too good to be true, it's so easy, just a bit further...

The lobby is slightly crowded, people going in and out, you can't see him anywhere, and you're afraid if he'll be gone for hours or for a while. Maybe he's already on his way back up to his room?

No. No. You are smart. You've watched so many movies on how scenarios like this goes down. Just calm down. Chill. He won't be expecting you to be hiding around the fire exit. And even if he did find you there's still a slim chance of escaping him by running around the stairs.

Just stay in the fire exit room and you'll be fi-

"How did you escape?!"

He was behind you. What the fuckiddy diddly fuck you didn't notice how what it's a joke no it's not real don't turn around he's not really there-

You hesitate turning to see for yourself but you got punched directly at the side of your eye. You retaliate by slamming your palm into his ear needing to disorient him by a minute as you run outside.

He's stronger, he doesn't look like it but you felt over powered. You claw and bite your way off of his grasp but you're only wasting energy.

He grabs your skull and repeatedly slams it into the railing until you pass out cold.

You awoke with a drugged up state. That icky flavor that was once not there, stuck at the back of your throat, burning your tonsils so bad you wanted to cough it up. You gather your thoughts and find him holding a knife at you, his blurry figure waving in and out of reality and nightmares. You couldn't hide your fear, that thing is towering over you. Ready to strike at any false movements.

"Pray tell what did I fucked up for you to discover where I was so fast?" You try to focus your eyes but to no avail.

His gaze piercing you, full of darkness you can't quite read. With one hand holding the knife, he takes his other hand into you hair, and takes a good long whiff of it. He smiles meekly, "Your scent is so good".

...

That wasn't enough of an answer for you. "Are you attracted to my smell that bad?". Creep. Was it the excessive use of cheap colognes, or the freshly cut morning grass that he likes?

"It reminds me so much of those critters. The smell of death itself lodged deep in your bones... I want to have it"

Well shit.

You are out of patience and decided to just scream your lungs out. If no help is going to arrive by the least get him distracted and hope for the best there's another way out where he can't stop you.

His eyes widen and took hold of your neck, you struggled to breath a bit but tried steadying it despite losing the remainder of air you have left. You attempt to break free from your restraints once again and succeeded.

Both of you wrestle on the floor, toppling some of the pots and a few other stuff on the table down at your struggling bodies. Your bloods smearing the coarse ground, and he still hasn't budge with his tight grip on you. Black spots start flooding your vision and you're slowing down, meanwhile he grabs a water bottle of some sort rolling around, pops it open and shoves it's into your mouth. It's the same liquid that stuck when you've woken up. He keeps it in your mouth as you try to shake his hand and the bottle away. You could feel it's almost empty now, the airy container getting lighter, you could barely hear the drink slushing inside.

You start to numb. So that's what it was.

He wasn't really expecting you to fight him when he thought you where paralyzed now would he?

You're helpless. Sweaty, the cuts and bruises slowly creeping it's way into your brain, bothering you to tend to it. You can't.

"You're very difficult. But you're still now"

The next thing you know is he starts chopping your limbs, shoulders, and thighs, bones cracking and twisting, when he can't fully dislocate it he slowly grinds the knife inside the flesh to cut off the remaining 'roots' as he'd call it.

You're so out of your mind you barely understand the context of what random plant information he's spitting out. Poetic but irritating.

You're almost dead, you sense it. And faintly you can hear and feel him touching you. It's cold, the cool air nips at your skin.

Randomly, a wave of pleasure hits you. He's caressing you nipples, biting and flicking them. Saliva trailing over your neck down to your crotch, it collides with the cool air making you shiver. At this point your getting aroused by it all. With death so close to you to gave up all hope.

You aren't meant to die. He hasn't beheaded you yet, nor has he stab that weak part of your back. You smell no trace of salt nor garlic as well. What went wrong?

Him continuing to put you on edge made you whimper, shameless small cries from his actions. You feel him jump from the sounds you make every now and then, but he continues on.

At this point you find yourself accepting your date to cuck. Feeling him as you yourself as a corpse, not quite alive, and not yet dead as well, you start to enjoy getting tortured.

Constantly waiting for him to put his dick in you, or maybe it's so small you haven't felt it yet? Oof, tough luck finishing.

You're body is starting to warm up and his ragged breathing is making it worse for you. You want to keep it going longer.

He goes down and licks the tip or your aroused clit/cock. Your overstimulated legs shake wanting more, and it's taking him so long you want to take the reigns but curse yourself you still can't move but respond with noises to his every touch. He starts if slow then moderately fast.

You make a whimpering inaudible sound. Slipping in and out of the body's consciousness.

You're not completely dead yet. Just escape the next chance you can.

...

What the hell, take this time to enjoy him too whether you like it or not cuz you can't do nothing about him.

You felt your skin rubbing against the floor, slowly and surely peeling off bit by bit. It's agonizing but you need to get used to it.

When he decides it was time to stop playing with you he shoved his fat dick into you, hearing your ass skid from the impact. He needs to fucking chill.

The moderate slapping echoing, and you've noticed everything else went quiet. Or maybe he just got louder. Who knows?

It's bothering you so much that the s loud neighbors might have heard by now. Are you supposed to even like this shame?

A few minutes in and he starts getting faster, and by the sound of it he doesn't seem to last long.

Your body tingles before the warmth suddenly crashed down on you and your fingers ache to move to rid of the sensation. But you're reminded that you can't move. You're trapped inside this body, not even a squirm or whisper could come out of you.

His voice broke through your dilemma and you felt him still inside you, just staying there and catching his breath.

Now he's complimenting you and something about dead plants. He's not much a romantic if all he cares about are wilted roses now is he?

After this whole ordeal you started to felt the nausea. It's bothering you so much that the lights behind your closed eyes seemed to have gotten brighter. Way brighter. Enough to cause a piercing headache. The ambience back but louder and irritating. You're ears either itch or feel pain from the booming sound. Maybe both.

Your desperately tell yourself to sleep. Sleep. Ignore everything, big and small and just sleep. This is unbearable. You want the lights off. You want the world to shut up.

It's been a while you felt this helpless. You guessed you might not be invincible as you might think. It got to your head. You're just nothing but an in-between now. You've stopped existing as a human. And your not fully something else. You're just a pathetic thing existing with no exact future.

...

You're falling asleep... Well, there's that-