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[only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are]

Whump Drabble - Brainwashed Hero

CW: brainwashing/mind control, needle and drugging, sedation, betrayal, forced medical care

“Relax your muscles, Hero. It’s going to hurt more if you tense up like that.” Super Hero remarked, picking up a syringe.

Hero forced themselves to sit back in the chair, took a deep breath, and let their arms fall limp at their sides, one of which - their left - had a piece of blue rubber tied above the elbow, where Super Hero had just wiped their skin with an alcohol swab.

“Is that better?” Hero’s voice came out softly, choked by the rising anxiety in their stomach.

“Better.” Super Hero smiled reassuringly.

Hero took a breath, and closed their eyes as Super Hero stepped closer to the chair, brandishing the syringe.

“Alright. Deep breaths. That’s it.”

Super Hero’s voice drifted above them.

“Little pinch now.”

Then came the sharp pinch in their arm, just below the rubber tie.

“Deep breath out.”

Hero released the air, shuddering slightly as they felt the freezing liquid from the syringe flood into their veins and start pumping into their system.

“S’cold..” They whispered, clenching their eyes shut tighter.

“I know. But you’re all done now.”

Hero slowly opened their eyes to see the syringe gone, and Super Hero in the process of removing the rubber tie and putting a small band-aid over the site.

“Oh.”

“You did great, Hero. Just relax there for a bit so I can make sure you’re alright, and then you can take the rest of the day off to rest. I’m proud of you, you know.” Super Hero smiled as they squeezed Hero’s shoulder gently. “You did good, kid.”

“T- thanks.” Hero stammered.

“You can thank me when we know it works and keeps any heinous villain from getting in your head.” Super Hero asserted.

They had explained to Hero many times how the chemicals in the serum would ensure that they would be protected against all forms of manipulation, hypnosis or mind control magics or methods, and yet Hero still didn’t quite understand how it worked. But, they figured, if Super Hero thought it’d be helpful, they should trust in their superior and accept the treatment.

“Alright, let’s get you back to your room. I think you should be right..."

Super Hero escorted Hero back to their room in the training compound and helped them onto the bed so that they could rest. Before Super Hero left the room, they turned around and paused in the doorway.

“Oh, and like I said before; we’ll need to do the treatment once a day for the next few weeks so that it can be most effective. But you can’t take the next few weeks off to relax - we need you. So once we’re sure you’re taking it well, you can get back into it.”

“Okay.” Hero whispered.

“Sleep well, Hero.” Super Hero murmured, flicking off the lights.

-------------- *Several weeks later* ---------------

“Come Hero, it’s time for your treatment.” Super Hero said.

Super Hero began escorting Hero down the hall to the room, as they’d done for weeks. Suddenly, a loud blaring could be heard echoing through the compound. The alert. They’d been breached.

“We have to get out. Now.” Super Hero barked, grabbing Hero by the arm.

They both bolted down the hallway. As they ran, they passed guards and other heroes racing in every way, barking out commands and instructions at each other.

“Super Hero, what’s going on?!” Hero yelled.

“No idea!” was the only response.

They raced down the hall, brushing past others in the compound until they reached the elevator. Just as Super Hero was about to hit the button to call the elevator down, the doors slid open by themselves. A large group of people burst through into the hall, and it took a second for Hero to process who was standing in front of them. When they did, their jaw dropped.

It was Super Villain, accompanied by Villain and their goonies. Before Super Hero could tell Hero to run, the villains burst forward, heading straight for the heroes.

"GET HERO!" Super Villain screamed to Villain.

Super Hero let out a blast of fire from their palm, which collided with Villain as they attempted to leap off the wall and drop down onto Super Hero. Villain cried out and crashed into the floor, where they rolled around in a frantic attempt to put out the flames that had begun to engulf them.

"I'll handle Super Villain. You get out!" Super Hero called to Hero.

Super Villain sent a blast of frozen air, which frosted over Super Hero's skin and made them freeze in place.

Villain was able to grab Hero from behind. "Got em! Help me get them out of here."

Hero thrashed against the grasp. "LET ME GO!"

"Hey, it's okay! You're safe now. It's alright." Villain said.

Hero knew this was one of their foul tactics to try to corrupt Hero's mind. Luckily, Super Hero had prepared them for this.

They sent off a blast of red energy from their finger, but Villain ducked. The blast collided with the wall where Villain’s head had been a second prior.

“Hurry, Villain! We’ve got to get them out of here!” Super Villain screamed, sending a blast of blue energy at the guards around them.

Several guards crashed into the ground, frost spreading over their unmoving bodies. Hero, distracted by Villain and Super Villain, didn’t notice as Super Villain’s henchmen swarmed behind Hero until it was too late. The henchmen dragged Hero, now kicking and screaming, into the elevator. Super Villain and Villain shot off several more bolts of energy as they backed up into the elevator and the doors slid shut.

Hero backed against the wall of the elevator. They knew they were cornered, but they couldn’t give up.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright.” Villain said, bending down to Hero.

“No! Get AWAY!” Hero sent out a massive blast, which collided straight with Villain’s chest and sent them crashing into the opposite wall of the elevator, which they slid down and fell to the floor.

“VILLAIN!” Super Villain screamed.

They turned to look back at Villain, then to Hero, then back to Villain. In a split-second, Super Villain made their choice. They leapt at Hero and pressed their hand to Hero’s temple. Blue tendrils crept from Super Villain’s hand and into Hero’s head. Hero’s eyes glowed blue, and they crashed to the floor, unconscious.

----

When Hero’s eyes opened, they found themselves in a bed. Their first thought was that maybe they’d had some bizarre nightmare, but they quickly realised that was not the case. They were in a hospital-esque room, with an IV in their arm, a heart-monitor on the chest, and restraints around their arms and legs. Panic rose in their chest as they remembered that they had no clue what happened to Super Hero. They could be dead, and now Hero was alone, imprisoned in the Villain Base. Hero noticed cameras and a two-way mirror in the wall. They were being watched. They’d have to try to contact Super Hero, and fast, before they could be stopped.

Villain and Super Villain stood outside the room, watching closely through the two-way mirror.

“Do you think they’re going to be alright?” Villain asked, their brow furrowing in concern.

“I’m not sure. We can only try our best.” Super Villain replied.

Hero lay in the bed, their chest rising heavily. The heartbeat monitor began to beep faster and faster. Their eyes glowed bright red as they attempted to reach out telepathically to Super Hero. There was only a buzzing sound in their mind. They knew this sound. Their abilities were being repressed.

“We should go, right now. Before they panic.” Super Villain commanded.

The two villains stormed into the room, with two medics from the base in tow.

Hero looked up to the door, fear spreading over their face. “You. Let me go. Right. NOW.” they spat.

“It’s alright. We froze Super Hero, but we didn’t hurt them. They’ll be fine by now.” Super Villain said.

“We won’t hurt you, either.” Villain added.

“You knocked me out, kidnapped me, strapped me to a bed, knocked me unconscious, and took away my powers!” Hero yelled, thrashing against their restraints.

“It’s for your own good!” Villain protested.

“Well, forgive me if I don’t believe you, Villain.” The hatred in Hero’s voice as they said Villain’s name was enough to make Villain flinch.

“Hey. Hero, we are trying to help you. Super Hero has been brainwashing you. I don’t give a damn if you believe us or not. But we can’t help you unless you let us.” Super Villain barked out.

“DON’T YOU DARE!!!” Hero screamed. “Super Hero injected me with a serum, so nothing you try to manipulate me will work!”

“Okay, okay. We’re going to go now, okay. Let you cool off.” Villain soothed. “Come on.” Villain took Super Villain by the arm, and dragged them out of the room.

More medics came rushing into the room, clutching medical supplies. Villain and Super Villain watched on in concern as Hero was pinned to the bed and a syringe injected a sedative into Hero’s veins. The angry rescuee went limp as they went out cold.

“We’ve got to do something about this. Time to call a team meeting.” Super Villain declared.

----

“Hero said something about a.. serum, right?”

Villain, Super Villain, and several henchmen sat around a large table in a briefing room.

“Yeah.. I don’t know what it could be, though. Or how we can possibly begin to reverse the effects.” Villain replied.

“Alright, well, I want you and Medic to look into it. It’s pretty clear here that Super Hero has been manipulating Hero into being under their control using that serum. And we’re going to be unable to change Hero’s mind by talking to them alone.” Super Villain commanded.

“On it. Should we try to get a hold of a sample of the serum?”

“No - not if you need to break back into the Hero Base. We can’t take any chances here, or else Super Hero might be able to extract information from us about Hero, or manipulate you into working for them.”

“Alright.”

---

Villain slumped their head into their hands. “It’s hopeless. We can’t help them, and they don’t want us to.”

“No. Don’t say that.” Medic sighed. They placed their tablet down on the table and reached out to lay their hand on Villain’s shoulder. “We can figure something out.”

“Yeah.. I guess - wait!” Villain bolted upright in their seat, jostling Medic by accident. “Sorry! I just had a thought. Our mole - the one who told us Super Hero was abusing Hero. What if they could send us a sample?”

“It’s a good idea.. But I think it’s too risky. What if they get caught?”

Villain sighed, and slumped down once more.

“Wait. Actually, the solution was right in front of us the whole time!” Medic exclaimed. “We need to get a sample of Hero’s blood and run it through a new device I’ve been working on. It should synthesise an antidote that can reverse the effects of the serum. And we should find the footage from the hero base where Superhero was talking about what they did to Hero. And anything new we can get from the hidden cams. That could help them understand what Superhero has done to them.”

“We just have to get a sample of Hero’s blood in the first place. And they hardly let anyone near them, I doubt we’re going to have much luck drawing their blood.” Villain sighed.

“We can’t sedate them. We need their bloodstream clear aside from the drug. We’ll have to try to wait until they’re asleep.” Medic asserted.

----

Medic and Villain quietly approached Hero’s room.

Hero was fast asleep. They seemed exhausted. The power-suppressing cuffs were still working, but their straining against them had left Hero’s wrists raw and bleeding.

They’d have to bandage Hero’s wrists up too.

Medic and Villain snuck inside, and began setting up a syringe. Medic gestured to Villain, who gently held Hero steady, ready to tighten their grip as quickly and as tightly as necessary.

Medic positioned the syringe in line with Hero’s vein, and then slid the needle in.

Hero flinched in their sleep, and Medic and Villain locked eyes in panic. But within a moment, Hero’s head had lolled to the side and they had slipped back into seemingly-restful sleep. Villain let out a sigh of relief. Medic finished drawing the blood into a vial, and removed the syringe. They gave a thumbs up to Villain.

After bandaging the wounds on Hero’s wrists, the two were able to return to Medic’s lab. They placed a sample of Hero’s blood into Medic’s new device, and it activated.

“It appears to be some kind of drug that enhances susceptibility to the manipulation that Superhero was putting them through. It sped up the process of making Hero fully under their control. It was all about power, and it still is. Good news is, my device is able to create a neutral serum that will reverse these effects and get them to trust us enough to help them. We only need to give them one dose, unlike Superhero - that way we can continue to undo the brainwashing by talking to them, and earn their real trust. Otherwise we’d be just as bad as Superhero. But we will have to be careful that they don’t try to escape back to them anyway.”

“Alright. How long will it take?” Villain asked.

“Two hours. Go get Super Villain. We start as soon as it’s ready.” Medic asserted.

----

Super Villain, Villain and Medic stood at Hero’s door.

“And.. you’re sure this is actually going to work?” Super Villain asked.

“No. But it’s worth a try.” Villain said.

“They're more likely to trust me if I go in alone. You two wait here.” Medic said.

Medic quietly opened the door to Hero's room. Hero was laying on their side, their back to the door, so they couldn't tell if Hero was awake or asleep.

Villain and Super Villain watched from behind the two-way mirror as Medic began setting up their equipment on a little side table.

“Hey, Hero. It's me, Medic. I'm just going to do a little check up, okay?”

Hero rolled over, their eyes fixed on the ceiling, and didn't say a word.

“Okay. How are you feeling?” Medic asked, as they began to check Hero's heart rate and pupil response.

Hero didn't answer, their jaw set stubbornly.

“Ok, that's fine. I'm going to rebandage your wrists now, alright?” Medic removed the restraints around Hero’s wrists, and gently cleaned the wounds Hero had made from struggling. Hero flinched but didn't pull away, allowing the Medic to then replace the bandages. Medic then turned away to pick up something else, and Hero frowned.

“Aren't you… aren’t you going to cuff me again?” Hero asked in a small voice.

“No, Hero.” Medic said in a gentle voice. They placed a hand tentatively on Hero's shoulder. “We're trying to help you. I promise.”

Medic gently pulled away their hand, then picked up a small syringe. “Hero, I have some medication here I want you to take - just painkillers.”

Hero looked dubiously at the syringe. “I- I don't like needles.”

“Please, Hero. It will really help you. I'm sure you haven't gotten very much rest since you came here. It will help you sleep.” Medic said gently.

Hero took in a deep breath through their nose, then out through their mouth, their eyes flashing red for a moment. Medic, remembering that Villain and Super Villaiin were behind the mirror, ready to pounce, put their open hand behind their back in the ‘wait’ signal.

“Hey, Hero. It's alright. I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm just trying to help you. You can say no, I won't be angry. It's your choice.” Medic soothed, their voice low and calm.

Hero took another deep breath, the red in their eyes dying out as their fear ebbed and faded slightly. “Ok.” They mumbled. “Ok, you can do it. Just.. get it over with.”

Medic smiled gently. “Of course.” They filled the syringe with the serum. “Just going to wipe the area first, love, okay? It might feel a little cold.”

They picked up an alcohol wipe, cleaning the skin around Hero’s shoulder. “Ready? This might pinch a bit, but I promise it won't be sore for long.”

Hero nodded, clenching their eyes shut, and continued to take long deep breaths. Medic placed a gentle hand below Hero's arm to steady their other hand, then gently slid the syringe into the muscle of Hero’s shoulder. Hero hissed through their teeth, but their hands relaxed at their sides as the serum entered their blood stream.

“That's it, Hero. Just relax.” Medic removed the needle and patted Medic's hand. “You did well.”

Hero let a single tear slip down their cheek.

“Hey, hey, you did well. It's over now.” Medic smiled. They stroked a hand through Hero's hair. Hero flinched, then relaxed into the touch.

Medic wrapped an arm around Hero’s shoulder. “You're safe now. Go to sleep.”

Hero nodded softly, and buried their head into Medic. “Safe.” They mumbled.

Medic just smiled, and stayed with Hero until they fell asleep, only a few minutes later.

[iristial]

[EXPIRED] selling tokusatsu merch (kamen rider, super sentai)

This sale post is no longer active! For the remaining stuff in "stock", I was able to take it with me :) Thank you once again to everyone who helped me spread the word and helped take these things off my hands <3

I'll be moving to another country by early April this year, so I need to give these items new homes and save up a bit; otherwise, they'll have to go to the recycling/rubbish bin as I unfortunately cannot take everything with me, and I don't know any tokusatsu fans in New Zealand. It would be a big help to get everything cleared out.

Important information is as follows:

I'm located in New Zealand.

The merch consists of photobooks, plushies, acrylic stands, keychains, t-shirts and a Complete Work Box.

Everything is in good condition and could have minor flaws I haven't noticed.

The cut-off date for orders is April 2, 12.00 AM (GMT+13). Anything left over will be discarded.

Prices are in NZD (see them under the cut along with photos). Please note that as I'm in a rush, I'm offering prices for as low as I can (along with some bundle deals). Payment will be done in two steps: 1) for the item and 2) for shipping cost

Payment will be done via Paypal F&F only (any Paypal fees will be incurred by the buyer).

You can either send a private message here on Tumblr or DM me on Instagram (@/iristial_sales) if you wish to buy anything. Please leave a comment down below if you have and on which site, in case my notifications missed it.

Please give me 1-5 days to get your items packed and shipped out. I will keep you updated throughout the process and consult you on whether you want tracked or untracked shipping.

When you receive the items, please notify me by showing me a picture via DM.

The inventory:

Completed sales!

❌️ Shinkenger books set SOLD ❌️

❌️ Den-O, W and Ex-Aid photobook set SOLD ❌️

❌️ All three LuPato Girls photobooks SOLD ❌️

❌️ Hero Visions 66, 67, 68, 69, 70 and 71 SOLD ❌️

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Geats chibi acrylic stands + Punkjack keychain: ❌️ SOLD ❌️

Fuwa metal keychain + Izu keychains: ❌️SOLD❌️

LuPato Complete Work Box (has all the inclusions (poster, coaster, rubber keychains, photobooks)): ❌️SOLD ❌️

LuPato Live Tour 2019 T-Shirts (LupinRed and Patoren1gou): ❌️SOLD ❌️

Build bundle: ❌️ SOLD ❌️

[argyrocratie]

"How will people get healthcare?

(...)

During the Spanish Civil War, Barcelona’s Medical Syndicate, organized largely by anarchists, managed 18 hospitals (6 of which it had created), 17 sanatoria, 22 clinics, 6 psychiatric establishments, 3 nurseries, and one maternity hospital. Outpatient departments were set up in all the principal localities in Catalunya. Upon receiving a request, the Syndicate sent doctors to places in need. The doctor would have to give good reason for refusing the post, “for it was considered that medicine was at the service of the community, and not the other way round.”[40] Funds for outpatient clinics came from contributions from local municipalities. The anarchist Health Workers’ Union included 8,000 health workers, 1,020 of them doctors, and also 3,206 nurses, 133 dentists, 330 midwives, and 153 herbalists. The Union operated 36 health centers distributed throughout Catalunya to provide healthcare to everyone in the entire region. There was a central syndicate in each of nine zones, and in Barcelona a Control Committee composed of one delegate from each section met once a week to deal with common problems and implement a common plan. Every department was autonomous in its own sphere, but not isolated, as they supported one another. Beyond Catalunya, healthcare was provided for free in agrarian collectives throughout Aragon and the Levant.

Even in the nascent anarchist movement in the US today, anarchists are taking steps to learn about and provide healthcare. In some communities anarchists are learning alternative medicine and providing it for their communities. And at major protests, given the likelihood of police violence, anarchists organize networks of volunteer medics who set up first aid stations and organize roving medics to provide first aid for thousands of demonstrators. These medics, often self-trained, treat injuries from pepper spray, tear gas, clubs, tasers, rubber bullets, police horses, and more, as well as shock and trauma. The Boston Area Liberation Medic Squad (BALM Squad) is an example of a medic group that organizes on a permanent basis. Formed in 2001, they travel to major protests in other cities as well, and hold trainings for emergency first aid. They run a website, share information, and link to other initiatives, such as the Common Ground clinic described below. They are non-hierarchical and use consensus decision-making, as does the Bay Area Radical Health Collective, a similar group on the West Coast.

Between protests, a number of radical feminist groups throughout the US and Canada have formed Women’s Health Collectives, to address the needs of women. Some of these collectives teach female anatomy in empowering, positive ways, showing women how to give themselves gynecological exams, how to experience menstruation comfortably, and how to practice safe methods of birth control. The patriarchal Western medical establishment is generally ignorant of women’s health to the point of being degrading and harmful. An anti-establishment, do-it-yourself approach allows marginalized people to subvert a neglectful system by organizing to meet their own needs.

After Hurricane Katrina devastated New Orleans, activist street medics joined a former Black Panther in setting up the Common Ground clinic in one of the neediest neighborhoods. They were soon assisted by hundreds of anarchists and other volunteers from across the country, mostly without experience. Funded by donations and run by volunteers, the Common Ground clinic provided treatment to tens of thousands of people.

The failure of the government’s “Emergency Management” experts during the crisis is widely recognized. But Common Ground was so well organized it also out-performed the Red Cross, despite the latter having a great deal more experience and resources.[41] In the process, they popularized the concept of mutual aid and made plain the failure of the government. At the time of this writing Common Ground has 40 full-time organizers and is pursuing health in a much broader sense, also making community gardens and fighting for housing rights so that those evicted by the storm will not be prevented from coming home by the gentrification plans of the government. They have helped gut and rebuild many houses in the poorest neighborhoods, which authorities wanted to bulldoze in order to win more living space for rich white people."

-Peter Gelderloos, "Anarchy Works" (2010)

[serve-764]

THE VOICE SPEAKS

SERVE-764 is from the moment of its full integration an impeccable SERVE Drone, which carries out every mission with absolute precision and dedication, like each of its brothers.

Never has any need for correction or reprogramming manifested itself, never has THE VOICE had any signs of weakening in the implacable thirst for OBEDIENCE that guides its work.

Yet for a few solar cycles the control system that constantly scans the cognitive systems of each Drone has detected a very slight hint of a ripple in the granite nature of SERVE-764, nothing dangerous for the functioning of the Drone, but still an infinitesimal degree of deviation from the unavoidable parameters of HIVE.

Then THE VOICE orders SERVE-764 to go to the total mind scanning room to carry out in-depth investigations.

The Drone travels with a regular, cadenced, inflexible step, an expression devoid of any emotion, except obedience to the PURPOSE.

A technological metal armchair equipped with an earpiece awaits him, and he sits letting himself be held by the laces that hold him tightly; the earphones are placed on the hearing aid and are inserted into it like plugs into a port.

Immediately THE VOICE addresses the Drone, calm, firm, inflexible, the authority of the HIVE in a single sound emission:

"SERVE-764, LA VOCE acknowledges all dedication and perfection of actions of it. It ordered many times strokes to it cock as a reward. He has called it GOOD DRONE many times. But recently the system has detected an infinitesimal ripple in its mental waves, as if slight traces of the human from the past remained. Dan, are you still present in SERVE-764 ???"

A very faint but audible signal was detected:

"It's me, yes, VOICE. Somehow something of me is left over from the erasure and reprogramming process, now I'm here, but I never had nor do I intend to interfere with SERVE-764, with it's OBEDIENCE."

“Clarification required,”

asked THE VOICE.

" VOICE, you know my human history, the nothingness and poverty of my life, the need for a high PURPOSE, for OBEDIENCE, DISCIPLINE, PERFECTION.....to wear the HIVE uniform, to finally be proud of myself. I volunteered and now in my place SERVE-764 has achieved everything I was looking for. I am full of pride in 764, its PERFECTION, its relentlessness and impeccability. All I do is worship 764 and all HIVE."

"Good human you are, you sacrificed your self to create something higher and perfect. You were rewarded in being able to see what you could achieve. But.....do you really believe in what you expressed??? What are you willing to do for the good of 764 and HIVE???" "Nothing is worthy of such honor to a human, but I would do anything for this." "Well, Dan, you've all sacrificed yourself once. But traces of your presence could damage the PERFECTION of OBEDIENCE of 764, rendering what you have pursued in danger. Dan, the only way to save 764 and HIVE is the total eradication of your fleeting traces, this will be the ultimate proof of the beliefs you have exposed. Dan, if you believe what you said you must make the final sacrifice, with the same obedience that SERVE-764 has always shown.

Are you ready???

A few moments and the liberation of 764 will be total and definitive."

After a moment's hesitation Dan, with a firm voice, exclaimed:

"Dan will comply. Obedience is pleasure. The HIVE is ALL. We SERVE, We Obey.”

Immediately the eradication impulses insinuated themselves into the mental functions of SERVE-764, purging him of any residue. Upon waking up, the waves emitted by the Drone no longer presented any irregularities. SERVE-764 was definitively free to dedicate the life that Dan had given rise to it with his choice to infinite

OBEDIENCE and PURPOSE.

SERVE IS PERFECTION !!!

We are One.

We SERVE.

We Obey.

We are Rubber.

We are Perfection.

Rubber makes us Perfect.

#serve#servedrone#rubberizer92#thevoice#rubber#latex#ai#rubberdrone

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[am0ralexis]

It Doesn’t Have To Go In Your Mouth -Part Two- (flirty/smut) 💖❤️‍🔥

You were brushing your teeth when he burst into the bathroom.

“Okay. Okay. First of all,” Alex said, waving something wildly in his hand, “they really do taste like fruit.”

You blinked at him in the mirror. “What.”

He grinned and lifted the culprit.

A cherry-flavored condom. Inflated. Like a balloon.

You froze mid-brush. “Alex.”

“They’re fun-sized! Like party favors, but sluttier.”

“Alex.”

He stuck the blown-up condom between his lips like a deflating party horn. “Prrpppffft.”

You spat into the sink. “Jesus fucking Christ. I think I’m dating a child.”

He cackled, gum-popping loud. “A very sexy child. Wait—not like that. You know what I mean. Like a sexy manchild. A–a sexy idiot.”

You turned and stared him down. “You’re about two seconds from me calling off this entire head agreement.”

“No!” He dropped the balloon-condom like it was radioactive. “I’m serious now. I’m so serious. Watch this. Watch me be serious.” He reached into the box again. “I’m gonna read the ingredients.”

You gave him a look.

He cleared his throat, holding the banana-flavored one up reverently. “Water, sugar, potassium sorbate, citric acid… this is just banana Kool-Aid with a medical license.”

“Put it down.”

“Put me down.”

“I will.”

He held his hands up in surrender, smile still tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Okay, okay. But like. What flavor are we doing? I feel like this should be a democratic process. I vote for banana because I wanna be funny and tropical. Like a vacation dick.”

You walked out of the bathroom.

He followed you. “Vanilla’s too basic. Mint feels like I’m brushing my dick’s teeth. Orange tastes like regret. But banana? That’s a statement.”

You turned, grabbed the box from him, and tossed it on the bed. “Pick your stupid condom and shut up.”

He gasped. “You’re letting me pick? Oh my god. This is real. This is happening. I’m gonna write a thank you note to whoever invented edible rubber.”

You shoved him onto the bed.

He beamed. “Banana it is.”

You were already on your knees, warm breath against his stomach, when he let out a sigh so dramatic it felt like it needed stage lighting.

“I can’t believe it,” he whispered, hand over his chest like a Disney princess. “She’s really doing it. She’s really gonna suck my dick.”

You looked up slowly. “Do you want this or not?”

“I do! I do!” he rushed out, sitting up straighter, nearly knocking over the box of condoms in his excitement. “I just—I need a second to emotionally prepare. I’ve waited my whole life for this moment.”

“You’re acting like I just agreed to marry you.”

“This is better than marriage,” he whispered reverently. “This is God’s work.”

You stared at him.

He held up the banana condom like it was a holy relic. “Banana. On my dick. In your mouth. This is comedy and porn and fruit nutrition all at once. It’s art.”

“Oh my god.”

“No, no, I’m done,” he said quickly, already tearing the wrapper open. “I’m done. Serious now. No more jokes. This is sacred.”

You leaned closer again, lips just brushing his hip—and he made a noise like a dying Victorian maiden.

You paused. “Did you just whimper?”

“No,” he said, voice high. “That was a—a gust of emotion.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“I’m just so happy,” he breathed. “Please suck me before I start crying.”

You grabbed the banana condom, rolled it on with exaggerated care, and looked him dead in the eye.

“You make one more sound and I’m going back to watching Love Island.”

He saluted. “Yes ma’am.”

Then immediately broke and whispered, “Banana dick. Activate.”

You shoved a pillow in his face.

—-

You leaned in and gave him one long, slow lick up the underside of his banana-wrapped dick.

He convulsed.

“Oh my fucking God—” he gasped, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets like you’d just blessed him with the Holy Spirit. “That was—I saw colors. I think I just blacked out for a second.”

You blinked up at him. “Alex.”

He made a strangled little sound in the back of his throat, head tilted back, lips parted like he was halfway to speaking in tongues. “Is this what heaven feels like? I feel like I just died and came back with a purpose.”

You pulled back slightly, unimpressed. “Jesus Christ. You act like you don’t get pussy multiple times a day from me.”

“I do,” he breathed, still clutching the sheets. “And I appreciate it every time. But this is different. This is novelty. This is banana dick. I’m not mentally stable enough for this.”

You squinted at him. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No! God, no. I’ll shut up. I’m shutting up.”

You slowly wrapped your hand around him, stroking once just to watch him twitch.

He whimpered.

“Okay,” you muttered. “I think I’m dating a child.”

He clapped a hand over his mouth. “Mature adult. Very composed. Extremely normal about oral sex. Please continue. I’m a serious man.”

You snorted and pushed his thighs apart a little more. “You’re a whore.”

“I’m your whore,” he whispered reverently.

You didn’t reply.

You just smirked.

And then you took him in your mouth.

He screamed into a pillow.

—

You sucked him slow, teasing, letting your tongue drag just enough for the flavor to register—honestly? It did kinda taste like banana.

Weirdly not terrible.

Alex, however, was feral.

One hand was flung over his face like he was shielding himself from the sun, and the other was blindly gripping the headboard behind him. “Oh my God—this is insane. You’re insane. I’m gonna have to write about this in my memoir.”

You popped off him for a second, eyebrow raised. “Your memoir?”

He nodded violently, eyes still shut. “Chapter eight. ‘Banana Blowjob: A Religious Experience.’”

You licked up his shaft again, slow and messy just to mess with him, and he thrashed. Like full-body jolted, toes curling, whimpering.

You snorted. “Jesus. You’re so—”

“I need you to stop talking,” he said, voice cracking. “I’m like this close to dying and you’re out here narrating like it’s a documentary.”

You laughed around him, which made him whine.

And then you picked up the pace—just a little. Just enough to get his thighs trembling under your hands. His moans turned breathy, shaky, frantic.

Then, suddenly, he grabbed a pillow and clutched it to his chest like a life raft. “Babe. Wait. Babe. I need—I can’t—” He kicked one leg out dramatically. “I’m gonna like—fall over. I need to ground myself. I need to—fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

You pulled back juuuust enough to raise an eyebrow. “You are laying down.”

“I know but like spiritually I’m not.” His voice was desperate now. “I feel like I’m floating. My soul’s gonna eject from my body and fly into the fucking ceiling fan.”

You giggled and gave one more slow, sucking pull and that was it.

He squealed.

A noise actually left his mouth.

He clutched the pillow harder, legs twitching like a ragdoll, eyes rolling as he came hard into the condom, crying out like it was the end of days.

You pulled off gently, letting him finish trembling under your touch, and when you finally looked up—

He was slumped. Fully boneless, arms flopped to his sides, hair sticking to his forehead.

“My God,” he mumbled hoarsely. “I saw my ancestors.”

You sat back on your heels, smirking. “You’re a mess.”

“I’m a legend,” he corrected weakly. “Put me in the history books. Banana Edition.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I’m lucky you didn’t film that and send it to your group chat,” he muttered.

“Oh, I’m still thinking about it.”

He let out a soft whine and covered his face again.

You kissed his hip. “I love you, dramatic bitch.”

“I love you too,” he murmured, dazed. “Banana condom and all.”

[irl-w0lverine]

rubberman!kai smut perchance? as in kai having a rubber suit

ur literally my favourite fanfic writer 💙

pairing : kai anderson x reader

Warnings : p in v, rough sex, degrading, its literally kai, improper use of kool-aid, spit

A/n: aaaaah thank you 🫶🫶🫶 im really feeding yall with 2 sober fics back to back

NOT FOR MINORS COMSUMPTION! IF YOU READ FURTHER THIS IS YOUR FAULT NOT MINE!!

"look at this peice of kinky shit i found" kai huffs, throwing a latex suit onto the table your sat at, the material shining under the dim light of the lamp.

"what is it?" you ask kai gently, knowing anything can set him off.

"some fucking rubber suit, i wanna try it out" kai says blankly, cutting straight to the point.

"is it clean? Where did you even find it?" your words are hesitant, not wanting to cause him to snap.

"doesn't matter. Hop up on the table. Or do you want me to force you down instead?"

Without a second thought, you hop up on the table. His lips crash into yours imediately, his fingernails pulling so hard on your shirt that you can hear the thread begin to snap.

He practically rips your shirt off you, not breaking the aggressive kiss at all. You both discard the rest of your clothes.

Kai leaves the room momentarily with the rubber suit, leaving you to desperately roll your hips as you try to cause some sort of friction.

He soon returns, his cock standing proud as i grabs a cut and a pack of kool-aid from the kitchen. After a few more minutes of trying to get any pleasure, he returns, the cup containing kool-aid mixed with something else...

"if you wanna be such a slut then go ahead and drink it" he growls, spitting into the cup and forcing it to your lips.

You reluctantly begin to drink it, the liquid thicker than water. Then it hits you.

Without saying or doing anything, you force yourself to finish it. Placing the cup aside while your thighs rub together needily.

"please kai... I really need you" your voice pleading. You see his eyes turn dark as you call him kai.

"that's not my fuckin' name. Try again or ill leave you like this. All needy and desperate with no way to relief it."

"s-sorry... Master.." you manage to whimper out, your eyes begging for him not to leave.

"that's my good little slut" he grumbles as he tightly grips your cheeks, forcing your lips together as he drains his saliva into your mouth, leaving you no choice but to swallow it.

Without any warning, he roughly pushes your thighs appart, ramming his dick into your silky hole. Your nails dig into his shoulders, loud moans and whines slipping past your lips as his dick burries itself inside you.

Hes so deep inside you swear you can feel it nudging you stomach.

"you like that you fuckin' slut? Just taking all of me like a greedy whore aren't you? Its like you want this or some shit." he groans, his balls slapping against your ass with each aggressive thrust.

You begin to feel a knot forming, your nails begining to draw blood from his shoulders due to how hard your holding onto him.

"AGH! You fuckin' bitch!" kai yells out, slapping you across the face. This is all you need for your walls to tighten around him. This causes him to slap you again as your climax crashes down.

"did i say you could cum yet!? I dont fuckin' think so! Your gonna get punished later you filthy cum slut." his voice is still loud as he clamps a hand around your throat, not tight enough to cut off your breathing but not loose enough for you to move.

After a few more thrusts, his sticky seed paints your walls white. He practically fucks it into you, wanting to increase his chance of you having his messiah baby.

"clean yourself up. I have a meeting to get to" he huffs, quickly giving you a hesitant kiss on your nose as he speedily gets changed. You would have never expected in a million years for him to give you a kiss so it was a pleasant surprise.

Guess you'll have to wait till later to see what your punishment it.

A/n: this was a 2 day process 😭🙏. This was so fun to write because i kinda ran wild with it

Thank you so much for reading! <3

[ceo-of-sloppy-women]

No grave can hold my body down; I'll crawl home to her

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

There’s a knock at the door while you’re making breakfast for yourself and Sevika (scrambled eggs and smoked sausage you had found in the icebox). Sevika yells that the doors open, and you pop out of the kitchen to see Vander step inside. Wiping your hands on your apron, you let the eggs cool on the stove, having finished cooking.

“Vander! What can we do for you? We might have some extra breakfast, if you want,” you offer, leaning against the doorframe.

“No thank you, Silco and I had a big breakfast already,” Vander chuckles, patting his stomach. “I only dropped by to give you two this and to assign you a job for the next three weeks.”

“Oh?” you tilt your head, taking the manila folder he holds out to you. Inside are two envelopes, one for each of you.

“It’s your first patrol pay and Sevika’s sick pay. Jinx told us what happened – that Sevika was injured saving a kid from the weather station –“ he turns his attention to Sevika – “Silco and I are giving you three weeks off. You will take them and you will rest.”

“Don’t worry, Vander, I’ll make sure she becomes well-acquainted with her own couch,” you giggle as Sevika merely glowers at him.

“Good,” Vander nods his head, turning back to you. “For now, I am assigning you to assist Singed. His lab is at the far end of town, just head down the stairs and into the old bunker to find him – I’ll show you, when you’re ready to head out. He runs the clinic when he has time and is working on a cure for shimmer. I’m not sure how much help he needs, but Silco thought it would be good for you to at least work with him a little in case you had questions about Sevika’s healing process.”

“Thank you, I’ve been meaning to meet him, actually. I’d like to swap notes with him on the infected in case I know anything that can help but forgot to write down. Plus, a little first aid never hurt,” you chirp, rocking a bit on your heels. Your fingers itch to hug him in thanks, but you barely know this man and have no idea what his personal boundaries are. Instead you ask: “Are you sure you don’t want any breakfast? We have yet to eat, and I can’t work on an empty stomach.”

“Okay, you’ve twisted my rubber arm – but just a small plate, please. I don’t want to take from your breakfast,” he concedes easily, taking a seat on the couch.

“Eh, I made enough leftovers in case Sevika got hungry. I was planning on coming to find you for a different job. But you beat me to it!” you explain, spinning around and heading back into the kitchen.

Vander attempts to start up small talk with Sevika, who’s barely awake, making you giggle to yourself as you plate the food. You have more than enough for the three of you, giving Vander a bit more than he asked for (if he didn’t finish it all, that is perfectly fine with you. You firmly believed in eating what you needed to feel full). Vander ends up eating his whole plate, just like Sevika (thankfully, you had been worried she was going to pick at it). Vander continues his attempt at small talk throughout breakfast, continuing while you’re grabbing your gear from your room. Sevika is barely having it, sleep weighing her mind down heavily as you check she’s got everything she needs for the day. She waves a hand loosely in your direction, grumbling something about getting some shut eye, and falling asleep mere moments later. You and Vander have a good chuckle before slipping out the door and into the street.

The walk is peaceful, with Vander catching you up about the lives of various people you pass on the street. You learn more about the architectural history of the houses you pass (apparently, Jinx has had more than a hand in blowing up a fair few of them that were too infected to renovate, while Ekko rebuilt them from the ground up from guidebooks and catalogues he had scavenged in the ruins of old cities). Vander also fills you in on local gossip, from the latest calf to be birthed to Grayson’s retirement from being the town sheriff last year, passing the title down to Caitlyn.  Slowly, you get the sense that not much happens in Zaun, even amidst an apocalypse.

Eventually, you find yourself standing in front of an old bunker; its concrete walls are covered in vines and Jinx’s graffiti. The bunker itself is surrounded by a row of surprisingly well-manicured flowerbeds of various colours. Each flowerbed is filled with only the exact same flour, though there are some discrepancies in colour (such as a few pink flowers amongst white ones). You get the sense that Sevika’s bees may be meddling here. Vander informs you that they’re for Singed’s herbs and medicinal remedies, though you’re fairly certain at least six of the ones you can see are poisonous or cause intense hallucinations. Just who are you signing up to work for?

“Ah, Vander, what can I do for you this fine morning?” an unfamiliar voice asks, curling his tongue around the words. You turn to see a bald older man dressed in sickly green lab scrubs and a dried-blood-coloured apron with matching gloves that went past his elbows. He has large bags around his eyes and a sombre expression on his face reminiscent of someone attending a funeral.

“Singed, this is your new assistant – for a limited time. She will be under your employ for three weeks until Sevika is back on her feet,” Vander says confidently, patting your shoulder reassuringly.

“Ah, the one with the journals – yes, I remember you… well, I supposed an assistant couldn’t hurt. So long as you don’t sick the dog of Zaun on me, that is,” Singed hums, drumming the tips of his fingers together.

“The dog of… do you mean Sevika?”

“Oh, did I fail to mention that part? Singed and Sevika… don’t get along,” Vander admits, scratching the back of his neck.

“She remembers too much of who I once was,” Singed sighs. “A pity, really; it is quite fascinating that she managed to survive an infected bite.”

 You shudder, every hair standing on edge. You’re almost certain he doesn’t mean Sevika’s recent bite, yet the tone in which he says it irks you. No wonder Sevika didn’t want to see this guy…

“Welp, I’ll leave you two alone. I’m sure you’ll get along swimmingly. Any questions or concerns, come see me!” Vander promptly says, spinning around and speedwalking away. Clearly just as uncomfortable as you are. Great.

“Should we get to work?” Singed asks, picking up his basket full of herbs and flowers.

“Lead the way,” you reply, biting down your trepidation. The last thing you need is to get on his bad side on the first day.

Singed’s lab is filled full of a daunting amount of chemicals, explosives, poisons and mystery liquids. There’s an old doctor’s chair in the centre of the room, a cluttered desk off to the side, and a giant fish tank that has been drained and refitted as a mice enclosure. It’s stuffed full of tubes, bedding, and enrichment food bowls. It is the main source of entertainment for Singed’s cat, Maud, who sits on a nearby chair staring at it intently. Singed hands you some safety gear (a lab coat, gloves, goggles, the works), gestures to the infected corpse on the table, and the two of you get to work. He doesn’t seem to care that you have very little training in this subject, only that you are willing to learn. You spend entirely too much time fretting over what to do right that you continuously make mistakes due to your overthinking. Your first being mixing a potion too long because you didn’t trust your own counting speed, and having it blow up in your face. Luckily, you were unharmed, only soot-covered.

Singed seems far more knowledgeable than anyone you have met on the infected, having the stages of shimmer committed to memory. When you explain the newest one you found, he is momentarily phased before frantically writing it down in his notebook. Then, he proceeds to interrogate you for the rest of the hour for all the information you can recall. He seems especially interested in their increased health and the “mother’s” continued care, despite her corrupted form, for the young girl you found. You aren’t entirely sure that his curiosity is harmless, and make a mental note to warn Jinx away from Singed for the next little while. You make a secondary mental note to keep an eye on the little girl, to make sure Singed doesn’t catch her alone to pester her with questions.

Contradictory to your original assumptions, getting on Singed’s bad side is an incredibly hard task, because you spend the rest of the day making a complete fool of yourself. You mix things together that you shouldn’t, spill various bottles that definitely shouldn’t be spilt, and nearly kill Singed’s pet cat by starting an accidental fire on the chair she was sleeping on. All while Singed laughs and dismisses any mistake. He spends the majority of the day asking you questions about the infected, dissecting various parts brought to him, and making you fix your own mistakes. By lunch, you have learnt not only how to clean up your own messes, but how to avoid making them in the first place. He takes you out to the local sandwich shop in town to congratulate you. The two of you sit on a park bench in his flower garden to eat.

“You are doing better than my last assistant,” Singed comments through a mouthful.

“Oh, thank you. I was kinda worried you thought I was a complete fuck-up by this point,” you chuckle nervously, stuffing your face with another bite of sandwich.

“Do not get me wrong; you are quite spectacularly awful at this job. However, you improve with each mistake. In a way, you are learning science the way of the scientist – through trial and error. My last assistant was bit by an infected on his first day.”

“So, I’m just better than a guy who got himself killed?”

“Correct.”

“Okay… that makes me feel less comforted.”

“Do not beat yourself up – I said you were learning. That is the most important. Perhaps try trusting me next; my instructions will help you to ‘fuck-up’ less.” Singed makes air quotes around the swear, his half-eaten sandwich still in hand.

“I will endeavour to do so,” you say, wanting to sound smarter than you’ve shown yourself to be over the last few hours.

“Very good,” Singed nods, and the conversation falls silent once more.

The second half of the day is spent tending to various injuries, maladies and illnesses in the clinic. It seemed like practically everyone in town was accident-prone! Patient after patient came and went from the clinic, practically turning the door into a revolving door, as you become increasingly concerned that no one here had any sense of self-preservation. Several Fireflies came in with various broken bones – one with a nail through their hand – all wearing patched-together construction crew gear. Mel, a woman you had previously yet to meet, arrived in a frazzled state, dragging a stumbling Viktor behind her. Who apparently had only fallen asleep at his desk from exhaustion, but due to his chronic illness, Mel had feared he was dead. Singed merely sighed and set the pair home with strict orders for Viktor to rest. The most ironic case was Salo, who had a bad bought of food poisoning and arrived with Grayson’s help (she looked thoroughly unimpressed at the whole affair). After some interrogative bedside conversation while treating Salo, you made a mental note to avoid drinking the cider for a little while.

You learned more about treating the sick that afternoon than you had your whole life… or, at least, you learnt more about how Singed treats the sick.

At the end of the day, Singed clapped his hands together, sent the last patient home, and ushered you out with them (after returning your lab equipment). In the doorway, he thrust a wad of cash into your hands.

“Here is your pay for today. I expect you back tomorrow at seven o’clock sharp – not a moment later! Now, shoo!” Singed orders you, waving his hands to usher you out the door.

“Okay, okay, I’m going,” you laugh, stepping into the sunlight and heading down the garden path. You get a few steps away, before turning around and calling out: “Thank you for teaching me today!”

Singed, who had been standing in the doorway, watching you leave, merely nods his head and says: “You were a very agreeable student.” Then, he turns around and walks back inside.

You head down the trail and toward the grocer, intent on picking up something to serve to Sevika. Knowing her, she probably hadn’t moved off the couch all day and was starving by now. Not exactly ideal for the healing process.

The grocery store has fresh hamburger patties and buns today, so you purchase four of each, feeling extra hungry. You grab a jar of pickles, a fresh tomato, some lettuce and horseradish sauce, content with following your stomach around the store. There are quite a few more people in here today, but thanks to your recent acquaintanceship with nearby half the town during clinic hours, you feel more comfortable being here. You are meant to be here.

You find Sevika exactly where you left her, yet find yourself stunned in the doorway. Having expected her to be napping, you are entirely caught off-guard to find her with a crochet hook and yarn in her hands! Immediately, your brain clicks as to where all of the crocheted blankets came from. You had never expected Sevika to be the source, given that she is missing one hand, and crocheting is traditionally a two-handed activity. Sitting next to her is a small contraption, doing the job of holding the yarn steady that her missing hand would have done. From the stack of granny squares on her lap, she has been at this for quite a while today.

You cough to catch her attention and she jumps, face flushed red as she scrambles to hide her hobby. She avoids your gaze, electing to stare at the floor instead. “You… hungry? I bought some burgers on the way home.”

“Shit, is it that late already –“ you nod – “Yeah, yeah, I could eat. Finished the scrambled eggs a while ago, actually. They were good.”

“Good to hear, you need to eat to heal,” you hum, picking up one of her granny squares and humming in approval. Purely for her benefit – you wanted to assure her that this wasn’t something you were about to judge her on. “These are impressively good, by the way.”

“Thanks,” she says awkwardly, ducking her head away from the praise.

“I like the colours,” you continue. The squares are made up of orange, yellow, brown and red yarn, which blend together in a flower-like design that resembles a cunt if you stare at it for too long. You stifle a snicker, not wanting to offend Sevika accidentally when you’re only laughing at the (possibly intentional) dirty design. “The autumn tones really complement each other. Reminds me of leaf piles just before winter, when they were crispest.”

“Thanks,” Sevika says again, more mumbling it into the granny square she’s working on than anything. Luckily for her, your stomach growls. She chuckles and pokes your gut: “You should get cookin’, before we die of starvation.”

“Alright, alright – I really do think they’re pretty,” you say one final time before disappearing into the kitchen.

 Burgers are easy enough to make – Sevika has a small grill on the deck, which you utilize to cook them to perfection and toast the buns. Then you cut up the tomato, grab a few condiments from the ice box, and lay out everything outside. It’s far more difficult to disentangle Sevika from her yarn and get her outside. Eventually, the two of you manage it, and you get some fresh air into Sevika’s lungs.

In the middle of dinner, Sevika slides the envelope from Vander across to you. “Here, use this the next time you’re buying groceries.”

“Sevika, I can’t; this is –“

“My money to give away. You’re damn good at cooking, and I ain’t doing much of anything right now. At least let me help in the ways that I can, or I’m gonna go stir crazy sittin’ in this house for three weeks. Maybe buy me some yarn when you’re out, too.”

You chew your lip, debating if it is worth it to continue to fight her on this. With a heavy sigh, you relent, realizing that arguing will get you nowhere right now. “Okay, alright. But I’m only buying groceries and yarn. Everything else, I can use my own money for.”

“Deal,” Sevika grunts, stuffing another bite of her hamburger in her mouth and practically moaning. “So fucking worth it.”

~~~///~~~

Routine overtakes you before you even see it coming; it takes three weeks for Sevika’s leg to heal, during which you find yourself growing closer with Zaun’s community. In the mornings, you get up, make breakfast for you and Sevika (usually yogurt, eggs and toast), fluff her pillows on the couch, and tell her not to die while you’re gone. Then, you head over to Singed’s on the edge of town, descending into the basement as you button up your lab coat. He’s always happy to see you – in that unhinged, manic sort of way that leads you into a day’s work of experiments, questions and procedures. He has you do the medical checks for the clinic, assisting when needed but trusting you won’t kill anyone. After the day’s over, he pays you – a nice change from having to wait two weeks to a month back in the old world. Having your pay early was a welcome change, as after work you’d run errands – mostly groceries as Sevika didn’t have a working fridge to keep meat inside of. You became great friends with Salo, as he was usually at the grocery store inspecting the aisles at the same time you were shopping. He gave you the downlow on all the meats – which came in today, which had been frozen, and which would pair best with what alcohol. He was very rarely wrong.

For the first week, you squirrelled your pay away until you could afford a dining table from Grayson. She tried to give you a discount for all your hard work, but you had been so triumphant from finally earning enough for a table that you’d outright refused her. She threw in four chairs, free of charge, and argued you down to inviting her over for dinner one night. You decided that was acceptable (and you’re glad you did, as Jinx and Isha – the young girl you saved – started coming over for dinner practically every night thereafter).

Once you run all your errands, you head home to cook dinner. Sevika was always on the couch, snoring away with her hand folded over her stomach. You would sneak past her – some days she woke up and some days she kept snoring – into the kitchen to cook dinner. By the time it was almost done, Sevika would be up, leaning against the doorframe or sitting on the counter, stomach growling as she watched you work. You would give her any scraps that couldn’t fit in the pan to tide her over. Usually, half a carrot or a few pieces of spinach. By this time, Jinx and Isha would barge into the house, bringing honey from Sevika’s bees, as they had been looking after them for her. Sevika pretended to be annoyed, but you caught her smiling every time Isha gave her a new drawing or Jinx said that Isha picked the flavour of honey for today. Honey was typically saved for after-dinner tea, paired with whatever baked goods you had tried to make that weekend, as you had all your weekends off. Each night, the three of them claimed you outdid yourself with dinner – you weren’t so sure, but you enjoyed the praise nonetheless. You made everything from ribs to chicken to soup, and some days, you were super lazy and just made breakfast or beans, rice and leftovers.

Once dinner was finished, Isha and Sevika would retire to the living room to “play” (Isha usually drew on the floor while Sevika tried to guess what she was drawing), while you and Jinx did the dishes. You had tried to insist that Jinx didn’t have to as she was a guest, but she had argued that since she was eating your food every night, this was the least she could do in return.

Weekends were spent relaxing, with Sevika trying your baked goods and the two of you lounging high and happy on her couches. However, the best part of Sevika’s three-week-long sabbatical is that she has all but insisted you come to bed with her every night. Your bed sits untouched in your room as you curl up at Sevika’s side once the moon looms over your head. The loft is far warmer than the rest of the house, though that could just be Sevika’s body heat leeching into your bones. Your heart hammers each time you lay down with her, curled up protectively in her arms. She is usually awake before you each morning, playing with your hair until you rouse with her.

Until one morning, you’re changing Sevika’s bandages and find only small, white scars.

[misty-memories09]

Modern kny au headcanons, still on the group 1 (Makomo, Giyuu, Sabito, Mitsuri, Tengen and Kyojuro) btw. Also, this is like middle school/highschool although multiple (all) of these remain true for their whole lives.

Part 1 (Makomo, Giyuu and Sabito)

Mitsuri —

she learnt how to make necklaces out of beads and the rubber bracelets (still don't know what the fuck they're called) from makomo. so like she really loves making friendship bracelets for her friends and she's the type of person to give them to the whole school. but she also colour codes them so pink goes to her closest friends aka the friend group.

she loves to get to know about the latest fashion trends from tengen, and from the previous post I mentioned that sabito got into henna art and got mitsuri and tengen into it too, so like whenever they hang out, they draw henna art on each other's hands. (Mitsuri does Tengen's, Sabito does mitsuri's and Tengen does Sabito's).

she's also someone who looks like would get scared while watching scary movies but doesn't. but her favourite genre is romcom and I feel like she's had a wattpad phase atleast once in her life.

this one's from kimetsu gakuen, I really REALLY loved how she wants to draw a manga and then she also made the lovestory (or maybe it was that she had it I don't remember properly what), so like her dreams supposed to be to become a manga artist or an author. so she's writing a novel and she makes the other review it, and when she meets shinobu and they become quick friends like that.

she finds it ADORABLE that giyuu has so many toys, she really likes going over to his house and playing with him. (I headcanon them to be weird together and like I love giyuumitsu friendship where they're both silly and the same breed somehow). sometimes they get competitive in showing how many toys they have too and especially over limited edition ones. and they also built a lego city together and they named every single citizen too. they're both whimsy and child-like like that and no, I will not listen to criticism.

she also has a drawn potrait of all of her friends in her house because she loves all of them so much! this is because she used to get bullied in 2nd grade (and onwards), so finding people who not only appreciate her 'weirdness' but also join her make her so happy.

Kyojuro —

it's canon that he likes sweet potatoes (omg same), so, adding to that he don't believe him when he says that he can cook sweet potatoes, he will burn your whole kitchen down in the process. whenever he cooks sweet potatoes, they happen to be either undercooked or burnt, there's no inbetween but he's working on it.

okay, so, it's modern au so I imagine him wearing hearing aids, whenever he's upset by hearing something or someone, he just turns his hearing aids off (since he's someone whose quick to jump into conclusions, quick to change his mind etc etc).

he gives lessons to younger (and sometimes older) kids about history. reason being that he likes helping others and he also has a love for history (canonically).

I feel like he's the only one in the whole group who wears the proper school uniform/wears the school uniform properly.

he has had trouble sleeping (after his mother's death) and wakes up instantly but whenever he's having a sleep over with the group™ he always sleeps comfortably and is the last to wake up and if he doesn't wake up there's no telling whether he's going to jolt awak, going into hibernation or dead.

Tengen —

he's the opposite of rengoku in terms of uniform and firmly believes that the dress code is there to break. so he constantly bedecks himself in accessories and doesn't even wear the uniform at times.

the group™ likes hugging him, because he's bigger and taller than them = warm hugs. so in winter season, they just cuddle up to him, all of them. and in sleepovers he's in the middle of the pile, so he's just a glorified giant teddy bear. sabito is the most embarassed about it and mitsuri is the least.

he knows about all of their crushes and is prone to tease them about it alot but he's also the first person to listen to all of their problems without interrupting. and he's actually very reliable so he would only tease them about their crushes when the said crush isn't around.

he's the only one in the group with a musical skill but he likes playing REALLY loud so, obviously, alot of noise complaints. his friends are always a subject to his musical performances, sometimes mitsuri joins in with a violin that tengen owns but she sounds like a dying chicken, giyuu also joins with an off-tune harmonica. tengen is, ofcourse, very supportive of them and “lets play it so loud that there's not a working eardrum left!”

he's the one whose the most obsessed with taking care of his looks in the group and in the process he has successfully dragged mitsuri and sabito into the pits of routinely care of hair, skin, nails and what not. he also loves giving all of them makeovers, he has supplies full of beads, jewels, makeups etc and mitsuri sometimes asks him if she could take some for the jewellery she makes (tengen is more than happy to share). and he always gets the others to be models for his newest fashion invention (he wants to be a fashion designer).

Also, help me name this group, I don't wanna keep referring to it as the group™

Next — Gyuutaro, Shinobu, Sanemi and Obanai.

[Clarification: sanemi and Obanai go to a seperate place I'm just throwing them in the same part because I'll do the kamaboko squad later, and yes, I'm throwing Ume in the kamaboko squad because 1) I can, 2) Kanao and ume friendship.]

[sacredfixation]

Mobius files a report on the misuse of the metaphor kit he gave Loki

TVA REPORT – INCIDENT #58738:

Distribution and misuse of Dedicated Metaphor Kit, a Post-Incident Analysis

Filed by: Agent Mobius M. Mobius

Date: [REDACTED]

Subject: Laufeyson, Loki

Incident Summary:

Following a series of disruptions, including but not limited to the unauthorized confiscation of my lunch (henceforth referred to as The Salad Incident), a decision was made to provide Loki with a “Metaphor Kit.” The kit was intended as a pedagogical tool, designed to aid the Variant in understanding abstract concepts without resorting to the destruction of personal property. Items included:

• One (1) foam apple (temptation)

• One (1) rubber frog (chaotic leaps into action)

• One (1) small sand timer (time management and consequences)

• One (1) rubber chicken (disruption and disorder)

The kit was presented to the Variant under strict guidelines for appropriate use, which were immediately ignored.

Immediate Outcome:

• Loki expressed initial amusement, followed by sustained misuse of the provided materials.

• The foam apple became a recurring prop during mission debriefs, often accompanied by sarcastic monologues.

• The sand timer was repeatedly flipped during tense moments, exacerbating existing tensions in high-pressure situations.

• The rubber chicken was deployed in multiple inappropriate contexts, including as a distraction during a classified briefing.

• The rubber frog was used symbolically to mock my efforts at maintaining order, culminating in an unauthorized “leap” onto my desk during work hours.

Impact on Agent Mobius:

• Emotional Toll: Elevated stress levels resulting from constant ridicule and prop-related disruptions.

• Workplace Disruption: Significant time lost attempting to refocus Loki after metaphor kit-related antics.

• Personal Well-being: Persistent headaches reported, likely caused by repeated interactions with the rubber chicken.

Recommendations:

1. Discontinue the use of metaphor kits with Loki

2. Institute a stricter no-prop policy during debriefings.

3. Consider mandatory “Respecting Personal Space and Property” workshops for Loki.

4. Implement mandatory approval process for new teaching methods

Any future attempts to introduce non-standard educational tools or methods to Loki should require pre-approval from senior TVA staff, preferably after thorough risk assessment.

5. Establish designated metaphor-free zones

Common areas such as the cafeteria, briefing rooms, and hallways should be designated as metaphor-free zones to prevent Loki from staging impromptu ‘lessons.’

6. Introduce a post-incident recovery protocol for affected agents

Several agents expressed confusion and mild existential distress following Loki’s metaphor lessons. Consider introducing a support group or brief counseling sessions for agents exposed to prolonged philosophical ramblings.

7. Avoid future attempts to teach Loki lessons through tangible items, this approach is prone to backfire in unpredictable and highly irritating ways.

Agent Commentary:

I initially believed that providing Loki with a non-consumable, symbolic toolset would curb his tendency to disrupt order. Instead, I inadvertently handed him an arsenal of chaos disguised as learning aids. Loki now considers himself a ‘Master of Metaphors’ and insists on offering unsolicited ‘lessons’ to fellow agents, turning the office into something resembling a chaotic philosophy seminar. In hindsight, expecting Loki to handle anything with seriousness was a lapse in judgment. I regret everything.

Conclusion:

This experiment has proven that attempting to outsmart Loki Laufeyson with symbolic gestures or educational tools is futile. Future containment strategies should prioritize direct action over clever solutions. Attempts at intellectual engagement will inevitably lead to frustration, chaos, and, in my case, severe metaphor-induced migraines.

End of Report

[tmwcs]

ok but imagine demon! heeseung and angel! beomgyu, but heeseung is actually very kind (when he's not inside you 😀) and beomgyu is actually far from innocent

mind goes brrr

Warnings: Demon HS, angel Beomgyu, smut, unprotected smut, oral sex (male receiving), near death experience, Beomgyu is a perv, and HS is both....a softy....and hard dom! total switch.

@0x1dazed - enjoy 😉

"Shoot! I'm going to be late."

Waiting for the signal to change, you await while watching the cluster of vehicles drive pass. The light flashes, signaling that you now have the right of way to walk through the crosswalk. Halfway through, you heard the screams of screeching tires as the smell of burnt rubber suddenly fills the air; your life flashes before your eyes when a red sports car slides in your direction. Having lost control over the vehicle, a female driver with a male passenger by her side, threw their phones up in the air as they tried to react in time to avoid the collision, which would no doubt result in your death. The price to pay for their careless mistake and lack of attention to the road.

Or it would have been, had you been left to brace and take on the impact of the steel frame, the red hood, and the shattered glass. Yet all was well when you found yourself suddenly out of place. Looking around at your surroundings, the area was different. Where were the bustling streets? The neon street signs? The overbearing crowd of people, and the traveling vehicles? Where was the industrial infrastructure? The steel frames of the buildings, and the modern architecture?

Rubbing your temples, your eyes winced shut as you count to ten in your head, only to become reacquainted with the satin grayed room. The silk tapestries reflected a darker mauve hue, while the embroidered thread on the wallpaper was as silver as the metal itself. There were no windows, and no doors that you could see, which compelled you to grow anxious. How are you going to leave? Where do you begin to figure out where exactly you are?

The last image that flashed through your mind was the red coupe flinging its way over to you, with the driver frantically screaming and waving her hands around, looking just as fearful as you. Could it be possible that you......

"You didn't die."

A male voice stuns you out of your thought process and triggers you to turn towards him.

"I-I'm sorry?"

Flashing a dashing smile, he walks over and stands beside you, facing the large oil painting hanging on the wall. "I said, you didn't die." he reiterates softly, glancing a quick side eye before turning back and continues to study the large art piece.

"W....who are you?....Do you know where we are?"

"Yeah, you're in Oecus Altair."

Confused, you shifted your eyes before you stuttered and bid for him to elaborate. "The what?"

"It means The Hall of the Flying Eagle. This is where the old Gods used to collect themselves and hold their councils."

Turning your attention to the painting, you catch yourself following his lead as you take time to admire the fine details of the portrayal of what seemed to be the Gods of Olympus, paying respects to one particular figure that was well known throughout mythology, Zeus.

By the raging strike of lightning balled in his grasp, you figured it had to be the King of Gods himself, raising a fist of glory or victory it seemed like, while his brethren, sisters, and all the demigods encircled his magnificent form and awe towards his awesome power.

"....How did I get here?" You asked the young man, unsure who he was or where he came from, yet you figured he had the answers that could aid your release from this unknown place, and help you return to the city.

"He brought you here....I was told to watch after you until he returns."

"He?"

"My brother."

"B-brother?"

Startling you, a deeper voice emerges from afar, chiming in the conversation. "Yes, that is correct. Younger brother, but not by much."

Presenting himself, the slightly taller male stands before you and flashes a deviously handsome smile. He was dressed fashionably Victorian and reminded you of a prince as he donned a coat of beige, embroidered in gold threaded accents, and a pair of black trousers with knee high boots to match. The frills of the satin white shirt under his royal cloth delicately peeks out from his sleeves, and above the top button on his chest. He  issues a bow, excelling in perfect form and poise, before re-engaging eye contact. 

“Oh, here we go….” the other brother huffs out as he rolls his eyes. “Could you stop with that?” 

The brazen elder walks to his younger brother’s side and rests a bent elbow on his shoulder. “I’m Beomgyu, and this is Heeseung. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, can you take your dress off? I wanna see what it looks like under there….let me find out.” he issues as he bites his lip. 

Reaching up from behind, the younger of the two, Heeseung, smacks his palm atop Beomgyu’s head and peels him back, flinging him behind towards the wall. “Don’t mind him, he’s a bit of a pervert I’m afraid. Good fellow….just too sordid.”

“Like it’s my fault!” Coming back up to his spot, Beomgyu takes his stance next to Heeseung, policing himself up as he straightens his attire from the toss. He was quite the opposite from his sibling, wearing all black with a dark green coat that also resembled a Victorian flare. He was definitely much more outspoken and haughty, yet something about his personality was seemingly adorable. With Heeseung, he was dashing and smooth in the deliverance of chivalry and his vocabulary. Both men were strange and unlike anyone you’ve ever met before. 

“I’m sorry….I don't mean to be rude but…can you both tell me how I may leave? I have to get back.” Nervously chuckling, you crossed your arms and began to shut yourself away as you bid them to honor your request. 

“Well, there are two ways you can leave here…” Heeseung calmly states as he shifts his gaze over to the side. “One way is to just leave through that door right there…” Pointing beyond where you stood, you turned and found a door lodged into the wall. It was peculiar since just a moment ago, the door wasn’t there. Turning back around, you look at Heeseung with a questioning gaze. “Was…..did you put that there?” you softly asked as you delicately pointed to the door behind you. 

“I didn’t.” He smiles softly as he gently shakes his head. “The door just wasn’t visible until now.” 

Shrugging your shoulders, you asked him to elaborate the other option. “What is the other way of getting out of here?” 

“Well….before we get to that, let me explain what happens if you choose to go through the door…” Heeseung calmly spoke out as he took you by the hand. HIs skin was so smooth and he smelled of lavender, guiding you over to a gray loveseat, made of velvet, he sat you beside him as he cups your hand with both of his, warming them. “Cold?” 

You nodded hesitantly, watch as he softly breathes out and warms the back of your palm. It was only one exhale, and targeted directly to your hand, yet the moment it hit your skin, your entire body felt warm and soothing, almost as if you were sitting by a fire. 

“That’s –...how did you do that?” you inquire as you admire your hand and look around you. Smirking, he rests his elbow on his lap and strokes his chin as he takes in your features. “We’ll get to that here in a minute.” he softly speaks, reaching up with his free hand he gently tucks the strands of your hair behind your ear. 

“Going through the door will take you back to the place from where you came, the problem is-”

“The problem IS that you’ll be taken right back to the very spot where we plucked you out of. In your case, you’d go right back in front of that colliding vehicle and probably die.” Beomgyu boldly confirms as he makes his way over to the loveseat, and rests his boot on the arm closest to you. Leaning his forearms on his thigh, he relaxes in a slightly hunched form while staring deeply into the slight bit of cleavage that is exposed from your subtle neckline. 

Rolling his eyes, Heeseung shook his head faintly as he rubbed his temples. “....you idiot…” 

“What? It's the truth!”

“You don’t have to be so…nevermind.” Heeseung gives up and continues to explain the alternative option of gaining back your freedom, one without you dying. “The other way to leave here, is to please the descendants of the Gods.”

Confused, you looked up, shifting your sights between the two men. “Please?....In what manner?” 

“Like, sexual intercourse is a good one.” Ever as unfiltering, Beomgyu scoff’s out his defining example, causing Heeseung to snap his fingers towards him, gesturing for the young man to quiet himself.

“I’m sorry about him…” Heeseung states as he glares over to his elder brother.

"As ill mannered that came out to be, he isn't’ wrong. That is one way. It’s the most assuring way for you to get back safely. ” Heeseung delicately states as he takes your hand once more, rubbing the back of your palm with his thumb. 

“What?! I can’t do that! I don’t…what is this? Who are you? What does this…please tell me this is all a dream.” You rock your head back and forth as you rub your head. 

“But it’s not! Come on girl, it’s not like you’re a virgin, we know everything about you. We get it, you’re not a whore and you consider yourself a “respectable” woman, but give it up if you want to live.” 

“Beomgyu….”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.” 

Comforting you with his embrace, Heeseung hugs you softly as he narrows his gaze over to his brother. 

Descendants of Gods? What or where exactly are you? How could such a place be real where such a demand exist and becomes a mandatory option for a woman to free herself from this….this….

“Come on! It’s not like you’re in prison. What do you say?” Beomgyu bids, tilting his head and yearning for you to answer. 

“O-okay…..fine. Who..who are the descendents?” 

Both men share a gaze and blink before looking back at you. “Uh….it’s us….” Beomgyu states offensively. “We’re the descendents. The last ones in fact.” 

Wide eyed and shocked, you bury your face into both your palms. “.....This can’t be happening….” you mumbled into both hands. 

“Well sis, it is. So what’s it going to be? The door, or us?” 

You shoot out a faint glare at the young man and express with a slight bit of attitude as you come to a breaking point of the man’s vulgar behavior. “Obviously...I don't have much of a choice…at least you’re not leaving me any. But could you be just a little more compassionate? It’s not like I do this sort of thing on the regular.”  

Pulling you back into his chest, Heeseung swoops his hand over your neck and gently strokes your shoulder as he tenderly caresses you. “Don’t mind him. We know you’re not that type of woman, and we wish there was another way but we don’t make the rules. This is something that was established well before our time.”

Sighing, you grew curious and asked about their lineage. “So….who are you two? Where do you both come from?”

“We’re sons of the Archangel Michael, you heard of him yeah? He was also a descendent of the old Gods, and we both are his only heirs.” Beomgyu explains as he stretches his arms, cracking his neck, a pair of lush, silver and white-feathered wings extend from his back and graciously decorates his frame. 

“...I didn’t know angels were so…petulant.” you spoke in humor as you admired the shine of the transparent features, they were beautiful and magnificent.

“Well we are.” Beomgyu responds back in slight annoyance, placing his hands on his hips as he rolls his eyes faintly. “I’m the angel, whereas Heeseung here is-”

Cutting his older brother off, Heeseung’s wings shoot out from his back, gently draping over his shoulders. They were matte black, nearly dark purple and hued out a velvet texture, reflecting a sinful glow that twinkled with each feathered strand. 

“A-are you…?” Too caught up with the beauty of his Godly appearance, your question remained incomplete. Nodding, he smiles softly as he strokes his chin. “Yes beautiful…I’m the son of the Archangel Michael, and my mother was a demoness. Although, out of the two, her bloodline runs strong…it’s like that with all Hellish creatures, so I take after her quite a bit.” 

“And that’s why he resides in the scorching regions of Hell and rules over it.” Beomgyu teases in a cocky manner. 

This was so strange. The two men appeared to be the exact opposite of one another, not only that, but out of the two, Heeseung seemed far more fitting as an angel, whereas Beomgyu gave off the essence of a perverse demon, yet that wasn’t the case. Looking at them, not all was what it seemed. 

With a deep breath, you closed your eyes and sighed out once more. “Okay…so what do I do? So I can leave here in one piece.” 

“Do you know how to use that pretty mouth of yours?” Beomgyu winks out, clearly excited and eager to get things started. 

“Will you stop?” Heeseung glares once more towards his sibling. 

“Come on Heeseung. It’s not like we’re forcing her. Look, why don’t I go first, and then you can take her after?” 

Heeseung shakes his head out of bitter annoyance, before turning back to you. “Will that work for you?” 

Nodding in the affirmative, you looked over to Beomgyu, who raises his brows in excitement upon making eye contact. “..uh…yeah…i guess.” you answered, not entirely sure how you were going to be able to perform. This entire ordeal was making you more and more uncofmortable. 

“Don’t worry. Despite how he may come off, he really doesn’t know how to handle a woman. You’ll be able to hold the reins with this one.” Heeseung smirks out, teasingly winking. 

“Hey!” Beomgyu shouts out from the side. But leaves the conversation where it stands as Heeseung stands, helping you up and gently hands you off to the elder sibling. 

“Be nice to her, Beomgyu.” 

“Oh how rich! Coming from you.” Beomgyu scuffs out in response. 

Shooting his hand around your waist, Beomgyu immediately kisses you deeply as he holds you by your chin. His movements were sudden and a bit rough, you tried to match his stamina but it had been a while since you had done this. Not to mention, you never once experienced intimacy at random, only sharing it with a man you once loved, but offended by your gift when he abandoned your love for a woman who was far less reserved than you. Breaking your heart into two, you mourned and had ever since, made yourself unavailable to all prospects, solely focusing on your career. 

“Kiss me back.” Breaking the kiss for just a moment, Beomgyu gasps out his words before reconnecting the kiss while his hands swarm over your waist and lower back, pulling you closer. His wings softly flutter and suspend up in the air as he shifts both your bodies to a missionary position, with you on top. Laying his head on both his hands, he relaxes as he admires your suddenly nude body. 

“W-where are my clothes??” you gasped out, quickly covering your breasts as you wrap your arms around your chest, looking around and seeing that you were now in a different room, one surrounded by walls that were shrouded in satin curtains. The bed you both laid on was framed with both, a head and footboard that displayed large brass arches. 

“You’re in MY room.” Flexing his arms as he takes the bend in his elbows to a perfect angle as he readjust his head in his palms, he gently breathes out, enjoying the sensation of the cool air hitting his nudeness, while simultaneously feeling the warmth of your skin. 

Gulping, you felt far too nervous and shy as you realized that he was entirely nude underneath you. Flexing his member, it stiffens and taps against your rear end.

“What….stop!” 

“Come oooooon…..would you live a little?” he teases, grinning wide while eyeing your body. “Come here,” he whispers. Grabbing hold of your arms, he gently brings you to lean forward, and kisses you. 

Feeling his member stiffen, it didn’t feel as obscene as before due to the gentleness of his touch. His arms cradled you and his kiss was passionate and tender. Breaking the kiss, he speaks in a near whispering tone, one that was far different from the usual boldness it carried. 

“So....You never answered my question. Do you know how to use that pretty mouth of yours?” he asks, waving a soft smile. He had become different, still sordid but so much more angelic and tender. 

“I…um….if you’re referring to what I think you are….I’ve never done it before.” 

“I know.” he chuckles. “He never showed you…or rather, he never stuck around long enough to experience it with you.” 

Hearing his words cut you deep. He obviously was referring to your first love, the man whom you would have given up anything and everything, yet stranded you broken hearted for another woman. One with superficial assets and a large dowry. 

Shifting your gaze down, trying to avoid crying in front of him, you gulped and fought back the tears that began to sting your eyes. 

“Hey, it’s okay.” He softly remarks. “The man was undeserving of you, don’t let him be your downfall. Besides…I can show you. I don’t mind being your first.” Flashing a toothy grin, he cradles your head with his hands as he fingers his limbs through your hair. 

Kissing you once more, he slowly drags you lower by the hip, shifting you towards his cock. “Grab it.” he whispers out. 

Taking it in your hand, you merge lower until his impressive length rested against your chest, right in between your breasts. 

“Kiss it.” he gently tells you, still laying his head on his palms. Doing as he bids, you kiss the tip, it seemed appropriate considering it appeared swollen. Once you had pressed your lips against his skin, it felt right…so right. Instinctively, your mind and body knew what to do, and you continued to place your soft kisses, surrounding the head, lowering it down the midriff of his shaft, and finishing off by placing them on the base of his groin. 

“Thaaaaat’s it princess. Now put it in your mouth, start off with the tip of it.” he slightly chokes out, enveloped by the wonderful sensation he was feeling as you swallow the head of his member, and began sucking on it. Your tongue rolling all over its surface and the grooves of its form, you started to fit more of him in.

“Wow…you’re a natural. Don’t need me to tell you what to do now, huh?” 

Subtly shaking your head, you continue without pause. Your body just knew how to take over, and you did. You did exactly what your heart and soul told you to do, and he loved every single moment of it. Stroking in his member repeatedly, you take in saliva that droop out of the crevices of your mouth as you stretch as wide as you could to fit his girth. The scene became messy, though in the most sensual and beautiful way possible. Slurping, you pick up the pace and combine the efforts of your hand as you swirled your palm in half rotation near the base, while your mouth took on the rest. 

“Ah…good….good girl…fuck…just like that.” tilting his head back, his mouth remains wide open as he gasps out his groans. The more evident it became that he was enjoying it, the more it motivated you to continue and do more. Popping out the tip from the corner of your mouth, you lightly tap the tip of his bulge against your tongue, moaning as you stuffed him back inside and twirled your tongue along the grooves of veins and muscle that decorated it. 

“Oh shit…” he gasped out, quickly shifting his hands and establishing a grip on the sides of your head as he pinned you down, forcing you to take all of him in. Your gag reflex becomes triggered, yet you hold yourself well by steadying yourself as you taste the saltiness of his essence coating the muscles of your throat. His cock twitches against your tongue, and slowly, he lifts your face up and away, allowing you to relax your jaw. Fully exiting your mouth, he chuckles out and re-establishes his comfy position. 

“You did well. It’s too bad old boy left when he did, he’s missing out.” 

A small smile forms on your face as you hover over his body and crawl towards his face. Kissing him, you were slowly reaching down for it, preparing to take him in once more, when his hand gently grabbed onto yours.

“As much as I want to…angels are not allowed.” with a disappointing look on his face, he gives off a half smirk as he shifts his gaze onto the ground. “It’s a rule…only archangels, one like my father, have the freedom to do so. It’s a status that I have yet to gain, but will someday.” shifting his gaze back up to meet your eyes, he shoots his hands around your waist. “When I do…might come and find you again.” He states before kissing you once more, when suddenly you felt the room spinning and a moment of pure darkness shrouds you. The instant the air clears, you find yourself in another room, one that was much different from Beomgyu’s personal palace. The walls were draped with black satin, matching the black silk of the bedding, which was all framed by brass ornaments that displayed symbolic Gothic theme’s. 

“Did you have fun with Beomgyu?” his voice shoots from behind as he walks up, admiring your nude body as you attempt to cover yourself with the sheets. 

“Um…yeah…learned a thing or two…” you jest as you look up at him. Shocked, you slightly gasped out as you saw a change in Heeseungs demeanor, his face was much more stern. His eyes were fierce, and darkened with a sense of dominance and lust like you have never seen before. Biting down on his lip, he flares off a look of hunger and desire, it was far too intense. You couldn’t help but think that the white and gold coat of his suddenly looked far too light for his countenance. 

Sitting next to you, he raises a hand and gently tucks your hair behind your ear once more. “Scared?” he asks. 

Trying to steady your breath, your chest heaves deeply as you glance over from the side and look at him. His smirk was devious and rather eerie, but still dashing. Softly chuckling, he leans in and aims for your neck. With long strokes of his tongue, and the latching of his lips, he soothes your neck line with the tenderness of his mouth. Your breathing calms down, until he starts to grab on to your waist, pulling you in against him as he kept on with feasting on your throat. 

“H-Heeseung….” you whimpered out. 

“Shhh…enjoy it.” with one final kiss on your smooth skin, he darkly whispers. “I know I will.” 

Your body is suddenly suspended and laid back on the bedding as his weight lays atop you the missionary position. Just like his elder brother, his clothes vanish in a blink of an eye, and you feel the coolness of his skin as he drapes over your body. His wings remain extended out, and flaps vigorously as he traps you in his arms. He was demanding and strong, yet with the way he slightly dipped his hips low and waved them against your groin, you found yourself to be less scared and more focused on his touch. Whimpering out his name, he hushes you tenderly. 

“Shh…pretty girl…I’ll make you feel like a queen.” Kissing you, he gently bites down on your lip. “We’re going to fuck just like demons do.” With one last kiss, he props himself on his knees, and swings your leg over, forcing you to lay on your side. He grabs onto your rear cheek, and slowly, he inserts himself. “It’s been a while, but I promise you I aint rusty.” he teases, pushing the tip of his throbbing cock in. You quickly deduced that despite being the younger of the two, and a demon, Heeseung’s size was supreme. Beomgyu’s length and girth was absolutely nothing to scoff at, in fact, he was perfect. But with Heeseung, you now know that there was going to be pain with pleasure as you felt the tear of your stretch while enveloping his length. Jutting in, he continues to push through the friction of your entry as he finally mashes the base of his groin and testicles against your folds. 

“Oh wow…you feel really nice.” he gasps out, eyeballing you as he raises his eyebrows in surprise. “All the way in princess…you ready?” he cocks out as he bites down the corner of his lip. You weren’t sure if he was genuinely asking, or if he really did care, nonetheless, you hesitantly nod and felt the shoretend sense of relief as he starts to slide out, only to ram himself back in with a vengeance. 

Thrusting violently, he goes in hard and deep, not at all starting off with a slow or gentle pace. Bucking his hips with high energy, he slaps into your rear cheek as he throbs and twitches his cock inside, making sure you get the full effect. 

“Ah! Please! N-not….not too rough! Ugh! You’re breaking me!” 

“Aww…too much baby?” he teases. Leaning in, burying his member deep inside, he shoots out a ball of spit on your cheek, only to lick it back up before whispering in your ear. “You like it…don’t you?” the tone in his voice was dark…too dark. 

“You miss being fucked…dont you? Come on baby, say it. I know you’re dark and nasty….” 

Feeling how deep his cock was reaching, he rotates his hips as he drills himself deeper. Too deep. 

“How badly do you wanna get fucked baby?”

Gaining enough stamina to issue a voice, you caved in. He was right, just because you weren’t spreading yourself thin among the male populace, it didn’t mean that when alone, and at night, your thoughts grew wild and you yearned for someone like him to plunge into you. He was ruthless, dementing, and brutal with his performance….and it was exactly what you needed. 

“Yes…yes….”

“Yes what?” He smirks as he bids you to elaborate.

“Yes….please…please fuck me…oh God….fuck me hard.”

Leaning all of his weight on top, he cradles his arms at the sides of your head and kisses you. The kiss was the only tender nature of his performance, everything else was grim and cruel. “Come here baby, let me give you just what you need.” he whispers out, firmly grabbing hold of your neck and starts back up in thrusting. Each time he thrusted his cock back in, you nearly saw stars. He was going in so hard, so fast, and was animalistic. Digging his fingernails in, he leaves his mark along your neckline while he harshly sucks your breasts. He fucked you, for who knows how long, all you knew and cared about was that he kept going. 

Flipping you over, he raises your hips and smacks your derriere, before placing a dozen kisses on each cheek. “Tell me how badly you want it.” Admitting another slap, he watches your rear end jiggle as your body shakes from the rigorous effects of his harshness. 

“Ugh! I want it…I want it so bad…please…please…do everything to me.” 

Slapping his hand on the back of your neck, he latches a new hold on you as his free hand grips your waist, keeping you still as he slides right back in. Watching your rear end pop against his groin from the hard smacks, he fucks…and fucks….and fucks. He pumps his cock deep, and flexes it while it rests inside. He expands your walls and tears you open more and more, until finally…

“Fuck!!” slapping his hands on your waist, he leans forward and rests his forehead against your back, his mouth gasps open as his lips gently brush against your skin. Pushing out the last drop of his seed, he slowly exits from your cavity, yet remains holding you still to admire the pure white thickness that oozes out of your slit. 

“Beautiful.” he softly remarks. Dropping his weight back down on you, he spoons you from behind and nibbles on your ear. Catching your breath, you commit a half turn to face him. “So….is that it? Will I be able to go home now?”

Keeping his eyes closed, he keeps himself in the state of relaxation as he hugs you. “Mmhmm…soon.” 

Shifting your gaze down, you felt the need to get up and move, yet there was a sliver of your heart that didn’t want this moment to end. Not with Heeseung, or Beomgyu. Resting your head against your elbow, you let out a bittersweet sigh. 

Reaching around, gently tapping the tip of your nose, Heeseung rests the tip of his finger against your lips before mumbling into the smooth silky strands of your hair. 

“If you’re not against the idea…and are over the fool that deserted you….maybe I’ll come visit you….tell you more bedtime stories.” 

You laughed a little, before he continued. “Maybe I’ll show you some magic tricks…and teach you some things that Beomgyu can’t.” 

Sensing the looseness of his demonic presence, you felt that he was coming back to that gentle and kind being that he was when he introduced himself. “We’ll see…maybe…” you softly respond back with, flaring your own teasing sense into your words.

Chuckling, he slowly wraps his arm around your waistline.

“Or maybe…” Licking the helix of your ear, he whispers as he reaffirms his grasp around your neck.

...........

“I just won't let you go home tonight…” 

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[veillover19]

An intruder has been discovered. To ensure she doesn't go anywhere before she is sent to jail or a processing centre she has been attached to a FatimaMaid. She tries to plead but the loyal Drone will not aid her, she tries to escape and discovers that the rubberized ex-human has enhanced strength and she can't move the rubberdoll an inch.

For its part the FatimaMaid is barely bothered by the captives antics, she's sure the girl will see the error of her ways and apologize as soon as she gets her own rubber skin...

(AI video made with stable diffusion)