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iliketangerines · 20 days

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I live for big mk men- kotal Kahn- 7’0 RAIDEN!!! I know it’s big- and when I say big..I mean MASSIVE- COUNT THAT SHIT AS MONSTER FUCKING BRO- this is totally an ask for some raw, primal, instinct to breed, stomach bulging, sloppy sexy time with 7’0 lord Raiden. (*ˇωˇ*)

a/n: oh i just realized i meshed the same person's two requests

pairing: lord raiden x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), breeding kink, size kink, electrostimulation, spanking, dacryphilia

Lord Raiden stares at you from across the training grounds, jaw tensed and eyes narrowed, as you flirt with some of the monks also training

you’ve stripped off the top of your uniform, leaving you in the thin tank top, but he can see the way you’re not wearing a bra with the ways your nipples poke through the thin material

he knows and you know that the monks wouldn’t break their vow of celibacy, but there’s always a few that don’t want to listen to the rules

particularly, there’s one that’s getting grabby with you, groping you through your pants and taking much too long to look up from your chest to your eyes

they’re so close to you, too close to you, your ass pressed directly against them, and Lord Raiden hears a loud burst crack around him

you and the others look toward him, and he realizes that he’s let out a burst of electrical energy, frustrated from watching you dance around with this monk

he apologizes for the outburst in a quiet and raspy voice, saying he must go meditate, and then he quickly walks out of the area

the day seems to pass by slowly as he waits for you in your room, sitting cross-legged on the edge of your bed and watching the door intently

he knows you won’t bring that monk back to your room, you belonged to Lord Raiden, so why had you felt the need to irritate him and flirt with the others so blatantly

the door slides open, and there you are, eyes sultry as if you had been expecting him in your moment when you had come out

but he’s still pissed off, your act to rile him up working against him, and he wanted you and the others to know exactly who you belonged to

you slide the door shut and walk over to him, sitting yourself down nonchalantly in his lap, and you ask how his day easy

your back is pressed against his chest and you’re so small like this in front of him

your hand comes up to caress his cheek, but Lord Raiden grabs onto it with one of his large hands, growling at you that his day had been subpar

you grin at him, asking how so, acting all innocent with one clear goal in mind, to have him fuck you senseless

Lord Raiden would certainly fuck you senseless, but not before he taught you the lesson that you were only his

in a quick motion he has you sprawled against his lap, hands pinned behind your back, and his feet planted firmly in the floor as his free hand rips off your training pants

a small gasp escapes you, but you’re still smiling at him, still so coy and arrogant

his hand roughly grabs onto you ass, sending a shock of electricity through the flesh and through you, causing you to let out a pained whine

Lord Raiden brings his hand up, high in the air, and he spanks you, his large hand not missing a single inch of your flesh

as his hand touches you, he sends bursts of electricity through you and up your spine, and it makes you scream and thrash in his grip

but he can feel your pussy drooling onto his lap and wetting the material of his pants, and he waits for your breaths to calm down

the smile has started to slip as you realize your predicament, and a smirk grows on Lord Raiden’s face as you start to stutter out an apology

he ignores your pleas, and he brings his hand down again, doing the same as before, and he hears you start to cry and try to blubber out excuses

he asks if you’re a slut, just a stupid whore flaunting around with your chest on display, and he asks who you belong to

his hand is relentless, over and over again he slaps your ass and the back of your thighs with hard and heavy hits that don’t miss

you’re sobbing onto the bed, tears staining the sheets, until you’re reduced to a whimpering mess as you whisper that you’re his, that you belong to him

he brings his hand down one final time, and you let out a loud keen, your hips twitching and thighs rubbing together as you pant into the air

you’ve came, and Lord Raiden brings his hands down to rub against your folds, bringing his fingers up and tasting your release

it’s sweet, just as always, and you’re shaking in his hold, trying to catch your breath and calm down from your brutal punishment

he lets go of your hands, and you bring them up to hide your head as you whimper out apologies

his hands go to rub your ass soothingly, trying ease away the pain as he mutters that you did so well for him, taking your punishment so well

you whine at the praise slightly, and he moves you to sit in his lap, listening to your slight gasps of pain as your sore ass presses against the rough material of his pants

hooking your legs over his thick thighs, he has you spread nice and wide and facing the door, on display for anyone to see if they walked in

he whispers as much in your ear, they would see you like this, so debauched and whorish, legs spread like a slut and soaked just from a spanking

his thick fingers press against your clit, rubbing it in slow firm circles, and you throw your head back and close your eyes, whimpering out something incomprehensible

Lord Raiden just keeps rubbing your clit in circles, listening to your words turn into pleas for more, please, you need more, you need to cum please please please, you’ll be so good for him

ignoring you, he pinches your clit to make you yelp, and he tells you to be silent as he savors in you, so all you can do is squirm and gasp in his grasp

you’re so needy, hips grinding into his hardened cock to try and get him to break, but he has waited centuries for you, he would not break so easily underneath your teasing

and so, for a what stretches on for what feels like forever, he just rubs your clit, sending occasional zaps through it to keep you tensing in anticipation

your want is dripping down onto his pants and staining the sheets, but he keeps his torturously slow pace, keeping you nearing the edge but never over

it’s almost torture, and you’re slowly losing your mind the longer and longer he denies you your release

you can’t help yourself and let out a quiet please, your head leaning back to rest against his broad chest, and he murmurs out an alright, since you’ve been so patient

his fingers speed up, and you let out a loud moan as you finally got the pleasure you’ve been chasing, and your hips buck forward to press his fingers firmly into you

he chuckles at your desperate attempts for pleasure and lets you buck and whine in his hold as you pant into his air

his pace doesn’t let up, and soon you’re whining out his name and cumming on his fingers

Lord Raiden lets you ride through the pleasure, and you grow limp in his hold, breathing heavily as your eyes start to flutter close

he hums as he brings his fingers lower and dips one of his rough fingers into your pussy, making you let out a choked moan and grind your hips

you’re just chasing for your own pleasure as Lord Raiden pumps his fingers in and out of you slowly, adding another one once he’s deemed that you’re ready

you’re soaked, slicking up his fingers nicely, and it would aid in him fucking you later

but he would still have to stretch you out, loosen you so that it wouldn’t hurt too much, and Lord Raiden took great pleasure in making you lose your mind on his fingers

his fingers are precise and practiced as he rubs them against your sweet spot, making your back arch off of his chest and your moan to echo in the room

he makes sure to repeatedly bump his fingers into that spot, and soon enough you’re clenching around his fingers and cumming again

you whine out that it’s too much, words slurred together as you hiccup and sniffle, but he just leans down to whisper that he thought you needed to cum so badly

Lord Raiden pumps his fingers in and out of you, spreading his fingers to make you whimper his name before slipping them out of you and moving you

he lays you on your back and strips himself of his clothes quickly, his cock slapping against his stomach as he pulls down his pants, and you can’t help but let out a little gasp

no matter how many times Lord Raiden claimed you, fucked you in the mattress, stretched you open on his cock, the sight of it never failed to make you nervous

your lips part in surprise as he grabs onto your thighs, his hands easily wrapping around the plush muscle, and he squeezes them as he ruts against your pussy

your hands are grabbing onto the pillow above you, as you whine, his cock perfectly rubbing against your sensitive clit, and he laughs at you

his words are harsh, calling you a desperate slut, such a needy whore for his cock, just needed someone to put you in your place, to show you who you belong to

you nod in agreement to his words dumbly, eyes glazed and over and red from the crying, and he splays one of his hands over the entirety of your stomach

he wants to see you round, to fill with his child, so that no one would ever mistake that you already didn’t belong to someone

Lord Raiden lines himself up with your dripping cunt, and he pushes in slowly, moaning at how you clench around him and how you let out a pathetic whine at the stretch

you’re so warm and wet around him, and he can’t help but groan as he finally bottoms out

his hips never stop, grinding into you for a moment before thrusting in and out of you slowly as you adjusted to his size

you pant into the air, hands gripping tightly onto the pillows below you, and you eyes are squeezed shut as the pain and pleasure mix together

Lord Raiden waits until your breathing evens out and your body relaxes to finally start fucking into you, his pace quickening and the sound of your wet pussy filling the air

his hands move to wrap around your waist, using it as a handle to move you up and down his cock, and your legs wrap around his hips

the pleasure is all-consuming, the way the tip of his cock hits right against your sweet spot, making you throw your head back and whine out his name

he’s so big and all-encompassing, and you can’t think, only remembering his name as you chant it like a prayer

and Lord Raiden hears all of it, telling you you’re his pretty little breeding slut, his whore, and only his

he leans down, forcing your legs even wider than they already were, and he plants one forearm next to your head as he brings his other hand down to rub fast circles into your clit

it’s too much, and you cum with a loud whimper of his name, your vision going white and stars exploding behind your eyes as you clench down on him

he fucks you through your orgasm, hips ruthless in their pace, and he only lets out a low groan at the feeling of your pussy clenching around him

however, he doesn’t stop, just brutally fucking into you and causing a buzz in your head as the overstimulation sets into your body

one of your hands pushes at his broad chest, pawing at the muscle as you mewl that you can’t, you can’t cum again, it’s too much

he growls out that you can, that a slut like you can take it, he’s not stopping until you’re properly bred like a good bitch

you whine at him, tears slipping down your face, and he just groans at your tears, cock twitching at the sight of them

he needs to ruin you, needs to claim you, needs to make you utterly and completely his

you whimper please, you want him to breed you, fill you up, remind you of your place

it’s all Lord Raiden needs to bury himself deep again, thumb rubbing at your clit furiously as electrical shocks shoot through his fingers and through your sensitive body

you throw your head back and whine, squirting on him, the liquid soaking the lower half of his body, and he cums inside of you, his seed filling and warming you

the two of you lay panting there for a moment, and you nearly drift off into sleep until he presses a hand against your stomach, admiring the slight bulge there is

he rubs at your skin and then starts rocking his hips into yours once more, making you let out a small shocked sound

your hips grind back down on him, and you look at him through teary eyes

Lord Raiden just looks down at you and says that he said he wasn’t going to leave you until he properly bred you, and he meant it

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areyoudreaminof · 5 months

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The First Annual Starfall Snipe Hunt: Chapter 1

Nyx is ready for the best Starfall ever! His cousins are coming in from the Day Court for two weeks of fun. But when Papa and Uncle Cass suggest something called a Snipe Hunt, Nyx doesn’t know what to think. Will this be the best Starfall ever? Or the worst?

Nyx gave his room one last look, making sure any loose clothes were safely hidden in the closet. He wasn’t exactly sure why he had to clean his room every single time his cousins visited, but his parents insisted. Scanning the carpet and desk, Nyx thought it looked clean enough. They would all be too busy to hang around in his room anyways.

He flung open the door, checking the clock as he raced down the hall, one minute and thirty seconds until they were scheduled to winnow in. Nyx took the shortcut through the kitchens, skidding out into the garden with fifty nine seconds to spare. Mama was waiting there, a giddy smile on her face.

“It feels like we haven’t seen them in so long.” Mama breathed with excitement as she bounced on her toes. Nyx grinned broadly, “Me too. And it’s Froggy’s first Starfall! She was sick last year, remember?”

Mama laughed, “She’s been to two Starfall’s already, Nyx.”

“Yeah, but she was a baby, Mama. She’s old enough to know what’s going on now!” Nyx scoffed. He did remember when Froggy tried catching the falling stars in her chubby baby fists those first two years. Last year, she got some sort of fever, so Cricket and High Lord Helion came by themselves, and only for the night. Nyx and Cricket had fun, but they felt a bit guilty about it.

“Can the girls and I get our own balcony this year?” Nyx asked, breathless.

“We‘ll see.” Papa said out of nowhere. He seemed to have winnowed in when Nyx wasn’t paying attention. Papa looked at the small pocket watch in his hand. “Thirty seconds.”

The booming flap of wings sounded from above them. A large shadow blocked Nyx’s view as he heard Aunt Nesta’s voice ring out, “Just in time!” Nyx could see she was still dressed in her training leathers as Uncle Cass set her down.

“Sorry we’re late.” she said as she gave Nyx a kiss on his forehead. “We got wrapped up with some training.”

Uncle Cass was breathing hard as he drew his wings in slowly. “I don’t think I’ve flown down that fast in my life.” he whispered to Nyx, exaggerating breaths huffing in his chest.

“Ten seconds.” Papa said with a grin.

It had been two long months since Nyx saw his cousins last, when they visited the Day Court for three whole weeks. Nyx and the girls spent the whole time going to festivals and the beach, and getting into mischief. He got to train with Uncle Lucien and Helion, and got to visit the Lady of Day, who Nyx called Grandmother. He made some friends with some boys his age too, and he had been writing to them frequently.

The Day Court was incredible, but there was always something fun about the girls coming to the Night Court, no matter how often they visited.

He felt a buzzing in the air and in his fingertips. It was time. Nyx held his breath as he blinked. Then, he launched himself forward, crashing into his cousins for a hug.

“Nyxie!”

With a tangle of limbs, Nyx had managed to hug Cricket around her neck, while Froggy had jumped up like a spider monkey and locked her legs around his waist. Giggles and screams sounded out through the garden as the cousins greeted each other.

“How come you’re taller than me now?” Cricket exclaimed, as she stood on her toes. Her short, curly red hair added a good inch to her height, but Nyx had grown a bit since he last saw her.

“All that training I guess.” Nyx hummed.

“You live in the library, but you keep telling yourself that.” She teased brightly, as she ran off to his parents for hugs and kisses.

“I missed you so much, Nyxie!” Froggy squealed as she smacked a big kiss on his cheek. Her sheet of dark golden hair was tied up with a sparkly yellow ribbon. She was tiny, but smarter than Nyx and Cricket combined.

“I missed you too! Are you excited for Starfall?” Nyx asked as he set her down.

“Oh, yes!” she said, bouncing on her toes. She opened her mouth to say something else, but Uncle Cass swooped in and snatched her up. Froggy squealed out another set of giggles. “There’s my little cupcake!” He roared as he threw her into the air.

He gave his Aunt Elain a big hug, savoring her honey and floral scent as she kissed him. He threw his arms around Uncle Lucien. “I’ve been practicing my combat forms!” he said, with excitement, “I’m getting pretty good at close combat.”

Uncle Lucien beamed, “Are you now? Sword or spear?”

“Sword! But only because we don’t have spears at the training ring.” Nyx said, he swooped down into a crouch, extending his arms into a strike. Uncle Lucien dodged but Nyx caught his arm before Uncle Lucien could really block the strike. Uncle Lucien laughed as he ruffled Nyx’s hair and pulled him in for another hug.

Finally reunited, the family made their way into the house. Nyx grabbed Aunt Elain’s bag to help take upstairs to the guest rooms with Uncle Lucien, while his father took the girls by the hand, leading them inside to the living room.

“Are Aunt Mor and Aunt Emerie here? ” Cricket asked without stopping to breathe. “What about Uncle Az and Aunt Gwyn?”

“Aunt Mor and Emerie are finishing up closing the shop in Illyria, Cuddlebug.” Mama said. “And Gwyn and Az will be here tomorrow too. They’re doing some extra work at the camps.” Nyx noticed his parents shooting worried looks at each other. Uncle Azriel and Aunt Gwyn had been keeping a close eye on Illyria, going up for missions frequently.

“Is Amren here too?” Froggy asked, ever the polite little lady who refused to let anyone be left out.

“She’s joining after dinner.” His father said as they all took their places on the sofas and chairs. Turning to Uncle Lucien, he asked. “How was the winnow? Are you feeling alright?”

Uncle Lucien shrugged, “It was fine. I think leaving the dog at home made a difference.”

Nyx now noticed that Cricket’s large smoke hound wasn’t with them. “You left Trajan behind?” he asked Cricket, who had flopped down on the sofa next to him.

“Yeah. It’s hard to winnow with all of us. And he keeps barfing when we take him. So, he’s with Grandmother and Grandpapa. When they come up here, Master Dimitriou will take care of him.” Cricket replied with some sadness.

She was so attached to the hound, that he slept in her bed and followed her everywhere at the Day Court. Her Uncle Eris, the High Lord of Autumn had gifted her the pup a few years ago. Now, Froggy waited patiently for a hound of her own.

“He’ll be okay.” Nyx said, patting her shoulder. Cricket gave a little smirk, before she changed the subject.

“We’re staying two weeks. What’s the plan?” She asked with sneaky grin.

“I think we’ll just hang around until Starfall. Then Uncle Cass and Aunt Nesta are gonna do some training with the Valkyries and we’re allowed to go.” Cricket rubbed her hands together excitedly.

“Mama said she and Aunt Mor are taking us all to the Rainbow too at some point.” He racked his brain, trying to think of what else had been planned. “Froggy, I think Aunt Gwyn wanted to show you some new stuff from the library?”

“You can come with me to class, too.” Mama said.

“We’ll take it all day by day, like we always do.” Aunt Elain hummed, before she excused herself into the kitchen. Probably to see the twins, Nyx guessed.

“Well, in a few nights, Rhys and I will take you children out on a snipe hunt.” Uncle Cass announced loudly.

Cricket and Nyx whipped their heads around, while Froggy, who had been cuddled between Uncle Cass and Aunt Nesta, looked up at him with big, curious eyes.

“A what hunt?” Cricket asked incredulously, her nose wrinkling in utter confusion.

“A snipe hunt.” Papa replied, “It’s something we did in Illyria as boys, and you’re old enough.”

“What’s a snipe?” Nyx asked incredulously.

“Just a nocturnal animal. A little feral, but they’re fun to hunt. Hard to catch.”

“I didn’t know they had snipes this far north.” Uncle Lucien said with a smirk. Aunt Nesta and Mama looked confused, while Uncle Cass and Papa just grinned. “We can talk about it later.” Papa said, turning his attention to the twins, who had glided in to announce dinner.

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“What’s a snipe anyways?” Cricket whispered over the din of the adults. “I’ve never heard of them.”

Nyx shrugged, “I don’t know. Papa said they were in Illyria but I never saw them at the camps the entire time I was there. And I definitely never heard of them. There were lots of owls though.”

“Do you think they’re even real? Or are they just teasing us? Uncle Cass does this all the time.” Cricket grumbled as she tore apart a roll, slapping a thick pad of butter in the middle. “Remember when he told us those kebabs at the Children’s Festival were made of dogmeat after we each ate two?”

“Yeah, but your grandfather was in on it too,” Nyx replied. “and he made it worse by saying they were puppies.”

“You think he’s getting us back for the library prank?” Cricket asked as she eyed Uncle Cass with wariness.

“Maybe. He hasn’t mentioned it since.” Nyx and Cricket may have heard that Cassian was terrified of something that had lived in the library. So they might have lured him down a level or two and jumped out and scared him, and they possibly made Uncle Cass scream.

It was hilarious, but Nyx and Cricket had been punished the rest of the week, cleaning the kitchen and the studio after classes. Even Aunt Elain made them pull weeds for hours in every single house garden.

“If they are planning something, won’t your parents get mad?” Nyx asked, stealing a glance at Aunt Elain and Uncle Lucien who were talking and eating like nothing was wrong.

“Papa will probably think it’s funny, whatever it is.” Cricket hissed. “I fell off Meallan’s back last week and landed in manure and Papa laughed about it for days and told everyone .” Nyx held back a snort, choosing to cough instead, “Were you hurt?” he asked.

“No, but there was poop in my hair and in my ears and all down my clothes! Do you know how many baths I had to take to get the stink off?” she stuffed half of the roll into her mouth as her face reddened with embarrassment. “Four!” she said, her cheeks packed in with bread. “Four baths, Nyx!”

“That’s terrible Cricket. Really.” Nyx promised, trying desperately not to laugh.

“Either way, I smell a rat. They’re up to something and I don’t like it.” Cricket mumbled as she shoved the rest of the roll into her mouth. “Go check their minds.” She ordered as she chewed.

“No! Papa knows when I slip in, plus if they’re planning something their walls will be up.” Nyx hissed. “It can’t be big, Starfall is in two days. It’s probably silly. We just have to be on our guard.”

“Speaking of being on your guard, I wonder what terrible outfit Aunt Mor got us for Starfall.” Cricket snickered. Nyx shuddered.

Last year's ruffled monstrosity was a velvet suit with breeches that cut off above the knee in a jeweled purple color. Cricket got stuck with a frilly pink thing that looked more like a cake than a dress, and clashed horribly with her red hair. Only little Froggy made it out unscathed.

But the children were stuck wearing whatever Aunt Mor got them. She was fun and silly, but she had terrible taste in clothes, Nyx thought.

On his left, Froggy pushed food around her plate in silence. Nyx didn’t need to slip into her mind to tell she was nervous.

“You don’t want your mashed sweet potatoes, Froggy?” he asked her with a little nudge. “I was going to give you mine.”

“I’m not hungry.” she mumbled, not meeting his eyes. “My tummy hurts.”

“Don’t listen to Papa or Uncle Cass. They’re just being stupid.” Nyx said with assurance. “And if there’s ever danger, I’ll fly you away and Cricket will kick their butts!” Cricket gave a little punch to the air to emphasize his point.

Froggy halfheartedly laughed, but didn’t say anything as she pushed her food around her plate.

“We’re getting to the bottom of this,” Cricket hissed, as her russet eyes blazed with that look. The one that meant she was planning something.

“Let’s do it.” Nyx said, but not before he booped his baby cousin on the nose. “We can scare them first,” He whispered as Froggy giggled.

Flesh eating animals didn’t live in the woods, Nyx though. Right?

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#ACOTAR #next gen #Rhys and Cassian try to beat the kids at their own game #here’s some fluff for your weekend

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fieldofdaisiies · 9 months

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gwyn x balthazar | 4,3k words | warnings: childhood trauma | masterlist

'No'.

Balthazar's lower lip trembles, his chin quivering as he rocks back and forth, tears streaming down his cheeks. Thena keeps a protective arm wrapped around her little brother, as they sit, covered by the thin bedsheet, cowered together, hoping to drown out the noises.

Another slap is audible and then, just a split second later, a bottle splinters as it hits the ground.

'Marcius, please, the children.'

'What about them?' Marcius slurs. 'They can hear that their mother is a dumb slut who spreads her legs for half of Illyria.'

Thena moves both her hands over her brother's ears, but soon decides it is not enough. She pushes back the blanket, grabs Balthazar's arm, holding tightly onto it as she slides out of bed.

'Come,' she whispers, pulling her little brother, only six years old, after her. Unbeknownst to their fighting parents, they slip out of the entrance door, bodies immediately embraced by the icy cold evening air.

They are only in their old, worn pyjamas with the little holes, but they don't care.

'Spread you wings, little bat,' Thena whispers as she wipes at her face with the back of her hand. 'Let's hit the air and forget what we have heard!'

She takes little Balthazar's hand into hers, as they start their ascend, taking off, their hearts slowly starting to beat steadier, their worries staying at the ground as the wind whips through their hair, carrying them over the war camp.

Thena's wings, not like their mother's, did not get clipped anymore. She was safe, having been born too late to get clipped and she savours every moment in the air, and yet feels guilty that so many of the females will never experience this freedom.

But in this very moment, all her focus is on Balthazar, on his well-being, on him being safe and for his tears to stop. She glances at him, her hand still holding his in a tight grasp, as they glide through the night.

A small sad smile is on her lips, watching Balthazar's determined expression, how focused he is on flying, his technique still a little bumpy, but he is getting better and better. In this moment it is just the two of them. The two of them against the world. And Balthazar returns her smile, some single tears sliding out of his eyes, but the wind dries them.

Flying has always helped him, has always calmed his heart, when he was a child, when he was a teen, after his father's death, after the Blood Rite. And also now.

Even now, maybe only a little bit this time, but still it levels his rapidly beating heart heart. The nervousness is a heavy weight on his soul this day, but in this moment in the air he tries to just focus on the freedom the sky provides him with.

Self-doubt has plagued him all the way to Velaris. He is not good enough for this position. He is too young, too inexperienced. He is interested in politics, yes, of course, very much to say the least. But becoming camp lord at only twenty-four, that is too much. He is not ready for this, he knows this.

He might be ready in fifty years or so, but not now. Never in the world is he ready now.

Balthazar closes his eyes for a second, inhales a deep breath and then opens them again.

The sun casts a beautiful, bright glow upon the city of Velaris.

Balthazar's large wings are spread widely behind his back, he looks majestic as he glides through the air and once again becomes aware of how much he actually loves flying. This sort of freedom and happiness you can experience nowhere else.

When he spots the building, Lord Cassian had described to him, he starts his descend, slowly lowering himself to the ground, his wings steadily beating behind his back.

He does not know what is about to expect him, only that a big decision has been made without consulting him first.

And he knows, he is inferior to both Lord Cassian and the High Lord, yet anger blooms inside of him at this decision.

They could have asked him, could have talked to him, could have questioned if he even wants to become camp lord. There are hundreds of Illyrian's to choose from, why exactly take him?

This is a big mystery to Balthazar, and somehow, he thinks, he will never be able to make sense of it. He is not worthy of the title. He did nothing to earn it. Why should he take over this position if he did nothing to earn it. It does not make sense, not at all actually.

But he has no time to ponder any longer, the description was very clear — to land on a balcony of the building perfectly described to him. Apparently, as Cassian had stated, the letter had been sealed by magic, only making it possible for Balthazar to open it, so intruders could be avoided.

His large wings cast shadows upon the house's walls, as he slowly lowers himself to the balcony, feet carefully touching the ground. He tucks in his wings, and fixes his jacket, brushing down the lapels, so everything looks good. It is an old jacket from his father, he did not have the money for a new one, so it had to do.

Standing anxiously in front of the glass door, nervousness courses through his veins, making his palms feel damp. The world outside blurs as his attention fixates his reflection in the glass. He brings a hand up and brushes it through his ruffled hair, hoping to tame the unruly curls.

Then he draws in a deep breath, hoping to calm his heart. Nervousness is not something Balthazar often feels, but now that he is about to meet the High Lord and Lord Cassian, it is definitely there. And strong. Just like his heart beat, hammering in his throat.

His nerves tingle as his breaths come in shallow bursts. Mentally he goes over the prepared phrases again, getting himself for the encounter that awaits him.

But it is all forgotten when the door is suddenly opened, catching Balthazar a little off guard. He hasn't noticed that someone was nearing. He wants to face-palm himself for it — it is a damn glass door!

The door is wide open in an instant and a female, he has met before, takes a step towards him. Her eyes are aglow, a radiant smile on her lips.

"It is so good to see you, Balthazar," Nesta says in a kind tone, eyes bright and clear as they scan over him, halting on his blue eye for a split second.

"Good to see you, too, my lady," Balthazar greets and bows a little at the waist.

A giggle at his formalities slips through the Valkyrie's lips, the boyish charm still etched upon his features. He is a good one, she knows this, and already knew so during the Blood Rite. He survived and she is very happy about it, now finally seeing his real self, not young warrior covered in dirt and blood.

"Thank you for the invi—," Balthazar then starts, but is cut of by a presence stepping into the room. Lord Cassian appears in the threshold. Balthazar's breath catches, his body going tense.

This is Lord Cassian, the most powerful and skilled Illyrian warrior.

Balthazar quickly bows anew, "—tation, Lord Cassian."

"Nothing to thank us for. You are here for a reason, Balthazar."

Yes, and the special reason.

He will and can never be camp lord, Balthazar knows this. So, why does Lord Cassian not see that he clearly lacks experience and knowledge? Lord Cassian is a phenomenal and skilled warrior, but is he blind? Cassian must have seen the look on the young Illyrian's face as he chuckles lowly and then extends his hand. "Come, Balthazar, we are talking in the High Lord's office."

All life seems to whoosh out of the young, and normally so casual Illyrian, his face paling slightly.

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"I never said I wanted to become camp lord," Balthazar says, his voice level, but ire and irritation boils within his veins. It was a decision that has been taken from him and that isn't fair. And it makes him feel angry.

Unbeknownst to young Illyrian, his power begins to stir inside his soul. His power surges and swells, an unyielding force that grows and fills every corner and nook of the High Lord's office. The air feels charged, as if everyone is holding their breath surprised over the strength that radiates from within Balthazar.

"I never agreed to this." His lips are pouted, once again making him seem younger than he is. But nevertheless less powerful. An invisible current of energy courses through his veins, igniting a flame that burns within his veins, making his skin prickle.

Rhysand watches him closely, his expression stoic, his head slightly cocked. The walls of his once steadfast and robust office, slowly start to strain against the immense power that radiates from the young Illyrian.

The others might not notice, but Rhysand does — he can feel Balthazar's strength, his power. Yet, it is not threatening, for more than one reason. He is the most powerful High Lord, and Balthazar still a young Illyrian, so beating him would still be easy, and secondly, Balthazar's power is not a cruel one.

His power seems like a song, a melody that leaves his body in soft vibrations.

To him, Balthazar seems like a male who will use his power and the enormous strength brewing inside of him for good things, no bad thought on his mind. Rhysand has read his mind, has seen every doubt and thought of self-consciousness. Balthazar is a good male, he knows this. He is like them, like him, like Cassian, like Azriel. There is no single bad bone within the young Illyrian.

Their timbers creak and groan when Balthazar's fingers flex and he tries to steady his breathing. But the power within him yearns to be unleashed, to break free from the constraints that bind it. His eyes flash vividly, as his body starts to glow, his wings flexing behind his back.

Over the buzzing in his ears, Balthazar does not even notice what is going on around him, his gaze trained on the High Lord. A whirlwind of energy rages around the young Illyrian, his presence commanding more space as his power manifests, a primal force taking root in his being.

Rhysand is still not shocked, not scared, there is only a sense of awe and reverence that shines brightly in his deep violet eyes.

Boundless possibilities are ahead of them, and deciding on Balthazar as the new camp lord, was without doubt been the best decision they had made.

The grandfather clock on the wall ticks steadily and Rhysand lightly taps his index finger on the table, mirroring its rhythm. The air is filled with a sense of caution, evident not only in Rhysand's demeanour but also in Cassian's silent observation of the young Illyrian standing before Rhys' desk. Even Azriel, known for his unreadable expressions, radiates a noticeable surprise.

Rhysand leans forward in his chair and now braces both his elbows on the desk.

“Balthazar,” he starts.

The young Illyrian, despite who he is facing, holds the High Lord’s gaze, not a single muscle in his jaw ticking. It feels like nervous has vanished from his bother, the moment his powers started to truly manifest.

He keeps cool, returns to his casual and nonchalant self which is in no way arrogant but rather something to look up to.

“Yes?” he asks, his voice a deep rumble in the room.

The corner of Rhysand’s mouth tips up a little bit at the young Illyrian’s sudden confidence. He likes it. Likes how he stands his ground and does not back down. He values this honesty and bravery quite a lot and needs no convincing at all that this male will a great the new camp lord of Windhaven — no matter if he wants it or not, he is the best choice they could make.

“Tell me, how many Siphons do you have?” Rhysand's voice is soft, curious.

Balthazar looks confused for a split second, not having expected this question. His forehead furrows. “One. The one I got after the Blood Rite. Why are you asking, High Lord?”

“I am asking because I think you need more.” Rhysand folds his hands on the table, Balthazar’s power stretching out and brushing his own.

“I do?” Balthazar’s brows are drawn together as he flashes the High Lord an incredulous look.

With a smile on his face, Rhys nods slowly.

This young male standing there in front of him holds power and strength within him that Rhys’ has only seen from Azriel and Cassian. Whether he is favoured by the Mother or just naturally strong, one thing is clear and that is, that he needs more siphons. Rhysand tips his chin at Cassian, some mind-to-mind conversation passing between them.

"I will come visit you in Windhaven in the following days. I'll bring the new siphons for you, they need to be fitted." Cassian folds his hands behind his back, watching Balthazar closely.

The young Illyrian's eyes only widen a bit more and he gives his head a little shake. "You really think that is necessary. One is not enough for me?" His shoulders cave in a little, and he hopes he can make himself seem a little smaller, as if he wants to show that he does not need more siphons. But suddenly then the interaction with Zave comes back to him, the bruises his hold has left on his companion's neck and Balthazar starts to think. Maybe he actually does need more…

It is Rhysand who speaks up again, getting up slowly. “No, one is not enough for you — is never enough for you. We will see how many you need, but I doubt that even four or five won’t suffice.”

That surprises everyone in the room, safe for Cassian who has expected a similar thing.

Balthazar's power if vibrant and strong, something Cassian only knows from his brothers and… himself. Balthazar's power truly reminds him of his own power…

"If you say so, High Lord." "Rhysand." "Hm?" Balthazar cocks his head, a questioning look spreading all over his face, normally graced with his boyish charm.

"It is Rhysand. You are soon to be the new camp lord of Windhaven. I think, with you in this position we can forgo the formalities."

Can we?! Balthazar asks himself, his mind racing, as utter disbelief stretches out inside of him. For a split second, a feeling he is not used to blooms inside of him. His head starts to spin and he is feeling dizzy — is he about to faint?

But he keeps his breathing steady, tries to level it, and also tries to keep his facial expressions at bay. He can't grin like an absolute dork, but he also can't avoid it. He grins. And it is a full toothy grin. But at least he can't control himself so much in order to not punch the air and jump around like crazy.

"Thank you, High— Rhysand."

This makes laughter erupt all around him, a little bit of colour fills the Illyrian's cheeks. He lowers his gaze to the ground, slowly shaking it. "And you truly think I am capable of being a camp lord? I am only twenty-four…" "And I am twenty-two and I am the High Lady of the Night Court. Age doesn't matter, age doesn't define skill or power." Feyre smiles brightly, her mate's pride rippling through the room.

Balthazar's lips part and close and then he presses them in a thin line and nods.

"But why me?"

"Because you are an incredibly skilled warrior, with strength and power you don't even know of." Cassian pauses for a moment and cranes his neck, looking at Balthazar. "And you don't only have physical strength, you have a sharp mind. Probably you are one of the most intelligent Illyrians I have ever seen in my life."

"Thank you, Lord—" Cassian lifts his hand, shaking his head with the grin displayed on it. "Cassian, just Cassian."

Somehow this day feels a little like Solstice and his birthday, and at this point he doesn't even know yet what awaits him in a few minutes. All in all, everything just feels very surreal.

"Think about it. You you have time and of course, you have the option to say no. But it would really be a shame. I don't think there is a better option for the position."

Although, everything they said pushed his ego massively, Balthazar still has doubts.

Will the other Illyrian warriors listen to him? He does not know… But for now he nods his head, politely thanking them for the offer and also the chance to think about it.

"We don't need the decision immediately, but rather soon, we can't leave Windhaven without a camp lord."

Balthazar understands this. And he would be a fool if he declined. But what if it gets too much for him? What if he can't handle it? What if—? "Would you like to see our training pitch? Here also females are allowed train daily, it could be an inspiration for Windhaven?"

Balthazar's eyes widen in silent surprise and he nods.

"It would be the first thing I do if I got camp lord. I want the females to train. My sister for example, we often train together." Balthazar smiles at the memories and the thought of his sister getting actual training, with actual weapons and on a training pitch, not hidden in their backyard or their living room.

'Get up loser!' Thena laughs wickedly, the tip of her wooden sword pointed at Balthazar's throat. 'You lost. Again.'

She grins from one ear to the other, but Balthazar can't be mad at her. He is so happy to see her happy. So happy she can train here. In their living room, two vases already broken in a million pieces. He does not care about them — Thena is training and this is only what matters to him. She learns to defend herself, she will be able to protect herself.

He can't understand why they prohibited it that females can train. Maybe he is too young to understand, but he sees nothing wrong in telling his sister about all the things he learned during training that day, and showing them to her as well.

As Rhysand looks into his mind for a split second, wanting to know what the nostalgic look on the young Illyrian's face means, he gets the confirmation that they truly made the right decision — Balthazar is perfect for the position of the camp lord.

The love the young male has for his sister makes a small crack appear in Rhysand's heart. Because just like Balthazar and Thena, he also once taught his sister how to fight.

"Come on," Rhysand says, blinking a little rapidly as he sets out for the door.

Balthazar follows suit.

Nesta walks behind him, saying something to the High Lady of the Night Court who then parts from the group.

"Have you been alright after the Blood Rite?" Nesta asks carefully as she falls in line with Balthazar. He weighs his head from one side to the other and then looks at her, and in his eyes she can see the pain.

"I have," the young Illyrian says in a calm voice. "As alright as one can be after it." A tiny sad smile blooms on his face, but then he says, "You know, I was really hoping you win. You and your friends. I was praying to the Mother that you win. Not only for your pride, but also to see my companions' egos crumble. And you truly did it. You won the damn thing." He grins then, eyes flashing brightly and it draws a little laugh from Nesta.

"How have you been?" They reach a staircase, that leads upstairs to the rooftop training pitch and Balthazar follows the two Illyrians, always glancing backwards at Nesta to hear her answer.

"As you said, as alright as one can be after the…damn thing." She draws in a deep inhale, her shoulders lifting and then slacking.

They climb up the staircase, the air and dimness clearing with every step.

As they step into the open, the afternoon sun's gentle touch embraces their skin, filling them with its warmth. Balthazar's eyes widen in awe as he takes in the stunning surroundings before him. His attention is drawn to the large training pitch in front of him and awe fills his soul.

But his excitement comes to a sudden halt. His heart skips not just one, but two beats when his gaze lands upon a female standing in his path.

It is as if all the air is sucked out of his lungs, leaving him momentarily breathless. She must have just climbed up onto the rooftop terrace just moments before their arrival, and now they truly meet again. Does she remember?

She does!

Gwyn, too, wears an expression of absolute surprise. Her teal eyes are wide, and her mouth hangs slightly agape, lips parted in shock and surprise.

Seeing him again was something she has never thought would be possible. And she finds herself admitting that even with the blue eye and the split lip he truly is the most beautiful male she has ever seen. But why does he always seem to be battered and bruised whenever they meet?

For a brief moment, Balthazar's lips move, but no words escape.

His arms hang at his sides as he stares at her, captivated by her beauty. She is the female who saved his life.

"You!" he exclaims, his gaze unwavering, his voice strong despite the whirlwind in his mind. "There you are!"

Gwyn is flooded with a surge of emotions as her eyes lock with his. Her hands slacken, causing the dagger she had been holding to slip from her grasp. Seeing him again was the last thing she expected, and now he stands before her – injured once more – a sight that makes a small crack appear in her heart.

"It can't be a coincidence, can it?" Balthazar breathes. "But I guess it is."

He keeps his gaze locked with hers and just blabbers. "And since we are lucky to meet again, are you finally going to share your name with me? Please."

His lips curl slightly, and his hands find their way into his pockets as he leans casually, resting his weight on one leg, the sun casting a beautiful glow onto his bronze skin. His eyes shimmer with newfound brightness, and Gwyn draws in a deep breath, her own heart racing, beating so rapidly she threatens it will burst through her ribcage.

She wants to say her name, but Nesta beats her to it, suddenly stepping up beside Balthazar. "You two know each other?!" Her eyes are wide open and curious, ping-ponging between the priestess and the young Illyrian.

Balthazar grins, a mixture of gratitude and pride obvious in his expression. "We do! She saved my life during the Blood Rite," he says, his voice full of gratitude and a hint of joy.

He found her again! He can't believe his luck.

This female who has stolen his heart with one look into his eyes, and now she is here, right in front of him, even more beautiful than the first time he had seen her.

"You saved him, and you never mentioned it?" Nesta's surprise is evident, and Gwyn is caught off guard. She doesn't want to delve into this conversation now. She'll explain it to her best friend later. During the Blood Rite, it was all too overwhelming to share with her companions, and afterward, she struggled to find the right words. It's a complicated situation, and Balthazar's dashing looks and charming smile definitely don't make it any less complicated.

And yet, his smile stays on his handsome face, unfazed by her silence, and over the knowledge she did not tell her friends anything about him.

He is not hurt or angered by her not telling anyone. It seems alright, like he understands.

"It's Gwyn!" the priestess finally blurts out, her nerves getting the best of her.

In his presence she is just so giddy, and this is definitely not caused, or not only caused, by her wariness of males. This is because he is…absolutely breathtaking and he makes her heart flutter and skip one or the other happy beat. And the tug…oh good Gods! It is back. This pull…

"I—"

Gwyn cuts him off, her voice more steady now. "It's good to see you alive!" Her words rush out, an attempt to cover her nerves. She can't stay here, she needs to order her thoughts and his unexpected arrival makes her head spin. "But I have to leave now. Azriel and I were planning on some dagger practice. Stay safe!"

A pang of disappointment tugs at Balthazar's chest. Is it just disappointment? Perhaps a hint of jealousy mingles with it too.

Azriel must have understood the hint, as he quickly follows Gwyn.

The priestess glances back once, and Balthazar raises his hand in a wave, a smile tugging at his lips. "It's good to see you alive too, Gwyn. Congratulations on your victory."

"Gwyn saved your life?" Cassian's astonishment matches that of his mate, Nesta. He looks at Balthazar with big eyes, like he has seen a ghost.

"She did. Shielded me from an arrow that came at me during the Blood Rite," Balthazar confirms, his expression a mix of gratitude and pride. And happiness. He found her again. It's almost unbelievable luck.

Nostalgia passes over his face, but Balthazar brushes them away. "But didn't you want to show me the pitch and some fighting techniques. Ones I could take to Windhaven and demonstrate to the females there?"

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Unholy Blood

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

Chapter 2

"Insufferable"

Pairings- Vampire! Eddie Munson x Vampire Hunter! Male! Reader

Summary- Being forced to go to a ball full of blood thirsty vampires is one thing, but when the vampire you need to seduce makes you want break his skull, thing get difficult

Word Count- 2769

Content Warnings- Suggestive Language, None

Eddie hates dressing up.

The annoying frilly collars, the black satin jacket always buttoned too tight, the gold jewelry on his skin. Despite the anger piling up in Eddie's chest, he can't help but smile at the excitement radiating off Chrissy.

She twirls in her puffy black dress, looking at herself in the mirror with a big smile. “I love these events!” She exclaims. “Trust me, I know.” Eddie murmurs. Chrissy gives a dramatically loud sigh as she throws her arms over Eddie's shoulders. “Come on Eds! We get a night off of listening to dad go on and on about political shit.” Eddie fixes his necklace as he turns to look at her. “No, you get a night off, I have to flirt with a human.” She shrugs as she walks around the room. “That doesn't sound that bad, it's just humans, we used to be one.”

“At least you'll have fun picking up any girl you want.” He can sense the stare from Chrissy as he walks past her. “You can't change the subject every time I bring it up, Eddie!” Eddie flips her off as he closes the door behind himself.

‘Don't walk away from her, talk to her, talk to her.’ Eddie growls at himself as his legs continue to move down the hall. The light music coming from the ballroom does nothing to pull Eddie from his anger. ‘How annoying.’

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The carriage ride is completely silent. What could you possibly say when you are about to be in a room full of vampires?

Robin's hand on yours is the only thing soothing you right now. Desperately trying to focus on the feeling of her skin on yours, attempting to breathe with her.

“It's gonna be ok, (Y/n), just relax.” All you can do is nod as you feel the carriage finally stop. Robin's eyes snap to the king, who hasn't said a word for the whole trip. “You could have told us we would be staying here.” Her voice is rough, as if she’d hit him if she had the chance.

The king sighs, unable to meet her eyes. “I apologize, but as my sworn guards, you should always expect things to change.” His eyes finally move up to meet Robins, an equally tense glare radiating off of him. “You should be able to handle anything that comes up.” Robin stiffens for a second, turning her attention back to you. “Let's just go.” She whispers, nodding to Steve to open the door.

Focusing on anything but the dark castle looming above is difficult. Averting your eyes to Robin's navy suit, ‘I've never seen her dress up, it's probably uncomfortable for her.’ Looking at Steve's matching velvet, you can't help but chuckle to yourself. ‘He must have told Robin to match with him.’ You scratch as the black lace that covers your shoulders, traveling down to your elbow.

Two guards in all-black armor open the large doors in front of you, Robin's hand never leaving yours. Steve's hand slowly slides into your other one, gripping it tighter than he should. “You're gonna be ok.” He whispers, following the king's lead as he walks down the hall to the ballroom.

The second you all enter, every pair of red eyes turns.

It's almost as if you can feel the energy coming from them. It's hungry and vicious. The sight of fanged teeth makes your skin crawl as the three of you watch the king walk off. “My Lord?” Steve calls out. The king sighs as if he is annoyed as he turns around. “I am to meet with the king, you all know what to do.” He doesn't give any of you a chance to respond as he leaves, red eyes following him as he leaves the three of you alone.

“Corner.” Robin whispers. You and Steve move immediately, watching as the creatures in the room go back to what they were doing.

The small huddle the three of you are in most likely looks childish, but at the moment, none of you care.

“What the hell is wrong with him, leaving us in a room with these things.” Steve whispers, leaning against the wall behind him. Robin shakes her head angrily as she keeps an eye on the room. “I have no idea, but it's pretty fucking stupid of him.” Taking in a breath you didn't know you were holding, you finally feel the ability to speak again. “Hopefully after today, we can get to what we need to do.” Robin leans her head on you as you all attempt to calm your nerves.

“Hi there.” A sultry voice catches all of you off guard, making your heads snap toward the source of the noise. A group of three women and two men appear in front of you. ‘What the fuck? I didn't even hear them walk up.’ They pay you and Robin no mind as their eyes fixate on Steve. “Why don't you come to chat with us?” The woman says, her red eyes are vibrant against her dark skin. The tall standing behind her speaks up, his eyes moving up and down Steve's form. “It’ll be much better than standing in a corner all night.”

You can feel Robin's grip on you tighten as Steve attempts to stutter out a response. The group of vampires clearly don't care what he has to say as they pull Steve away. Their comments on how ‘handsome he is’ and ‘how good he looks in his suit’ are drowned out by the music playing as they walk.

“(Y/n) what the fuck to do we do?” Robin whispers hastily as you attempt to calm your breathing. “I don't know, you don't think they’d kill him in front of so many witnesses do you?” Robin fidgets with the fabric of your sleeve as her eyes dart back and forth between you and Steve. “Considering those witnesses are other vampires I wouldn't put it past them.” Your hand slowly begins to find the dagger tied to your forearm as you watch the group of vampires. The way they pet Steve's hair, and ogle at his brown eyes makes your skin crawl. ‘They're treating him like a fucking dog.’

“Hello!” A cheerful voice completely breaks through your and Robin's fear as you snap your head toward the voice.

Instead of another sultry vampire that looks like they want to rip your throat out, you get a cheery-looking young woman, but not just any cheerful-looking woman, the king's fucking daughter.

Her bright red eyes almost look pink. Blonde hair curled up into an intricate-looking updo, with a fluffy black dress falling just below her ankles, showing off her lace socks and black heels.

Certainly not what you expected her to look like. In your head, you always thought that the king's daughter would look like she'd seen wars more than most soldiers you know, that her skin would be calloused with blood-stained teeth. Instead, you get a girl you would see in a village, taking in sunlight while she writes poetry or something.

Robin tries to give a polite smile to her as the girl's eyes travel all around her face. She very quickly holds her hand out to Robin with a welcoming smile. “Would you like to dance?” You can physically see Robin's chest heave in a large, silent sigh as she takes her hand. “Of course.” Your eyes widen at her as you watch her leave, Robin turning to you and shrugging with equally wide eyes as she's led off.

‘I'm alone in a room full of fucking vampires.’ You think to yourself, darting your eyes around as you attempt to make yourself as invisible as you can in the corner. But of course, you can never catch a break.

“Hello there.” Your eyes snap from the floor to deep red eyes. The hair on the back of your neck stands to attention as a cold shiver runs up your spine.

The king's son doesn't seem happy with how long you're taking to respond.

“What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?” You're not quick enough to hold back the snarl that comes out of you as you attempt to lean further back into the corner. “Why would I want to talk to you?” He laughs as gestures to the ball happening in front of you. “We’re at a ball, would it not make sense to speak to the host of the event.” Your mind refuses to make eye contact with him as his eyes travel back to you. “Your father is the host, not you.” The way he rolls his eyes makes your blood boil as he dramatically takes your hand before you have a chance to pull away. “Well, can I at least have a dance?” He smirks just enough to bare the white fangs in his mouth, making you gulp down the fear entering your body. ‘On one hand, this is what I need, to get close to this creature, but I also don't want my neck ripped out in the middle of a ballroom.’

Despite what your body tells you, your legs begin to follow him.

The music stops as everyone gets with their partner, Robin, and the king's daughter appears in the corner of your eye. You place your hand on his shoulder and the other in his cold hand. “I never got your name, darling.” He whispers, looking down at you as if you were his prey. “I never gave you my name.” You retort, attempting to find anything else in the room you could focus on. You hear him give an annoyed sigh above you. “My name is Eddie.” The music slowly begins to come to life as you and Eddie stand to attention. As the song officially starts, you attempt to keep your eyes on Robin, who strangely seems to be having a good time.

“Are you going to give me your name now?” Eddie asks, his eyes traveling to where yours are. “No, I am not.” His shit-eating grin makes you want to slit his throat. “I don't know what I expected from the king's best hunter.” “I'm only one of them.” You huff. He gives a fake frown as he twirls you. “Such a shame a pretty face like yours is on the battlefield.” A cold thumb comes to lightly touch the small scar behind your ear. “Ruining such perfect skin.” Eddie continues the dance, clearly pulling you closer than he needs to whisper in your ear.

“You'd look much better in a whore house.”

It takes every ounce of self-restraint inside you to not stab him in the eye. “Did you ask me to dance just so you could insult me?” Eddie dips you with a chuckle. “Of course not! I asked you to dance because I want you in my bed tonight.” You roll your eyes as you try to keep the anger building up inside your chest in check. “You’ll have to try harder than that.”

The dance finally stops, people standing around the dance floor cheering drunkenly as your eyes meet Eddies again. “Don't worry darling, I have all the time in the world to woo you.” You dust off the lace on your arms as you begin walking away. “Trust me, you don't stand a chance.”

You can hear Eddie's boots behind you as you quickly try to find Steve and Robin.

Steve is sitting at a table being felt up by a group of vampires, while Robin walks to a table with the girl she danced with. The familiar feeling of defeat enters you as Eddie's voice appears beside you. “Seems like my sister has taken a liking to her.” He laughs, looking at his sister laughing with a seemingly happy Robin. “Perhaps we could be the same.” He whispers. A growl is all you can get out at first. “No, we can't.” You can practically feel how frustrated Eddie has gotten, even if he's not showing it. “Would you at least let me try to change your mind? A walk around the balconies maybe?”

Every part of your body and mind says no. You didn't want to spend another second around this insufferable creature. That's when your mind is hit with the reminder of your mission. You'd been so caught up with getting this annoying creatine away from you, you'd completely forgotten about what you came here for. “Fine.” You murmur, following his smirking face out one of the large wooden doors on the left of the ballroom.

The cool night air kisses your cheekbones as you shudder. Maybe lace sleeves weren't the best decision you’d ever made, but at least you looked good, the whole point of this was seduction, right? Yes, the point was seduction, but that's much easier said than done when the creature you need to seduce is a vampire who walks around sucking his own dick all the time. Your thoughts race as you follow behind Eddie, watching him look at the pale moon glowing above you. ‘He could very well slaughter me right now. But I have a job to do, even if that job is going to be difficult.’ Eddie's annoying voice interrupts your small pep-talk.

“I doubt you get views like this in that puny castle of yours.” ‘He's going to make this far more difficult than it should be.’ “Is your idea of flirting insults? Because it's not working.” You can practically hear Eddie roll his eyes as you lean against the balcony, praying that the cold wind takes away the anger building inside you.

“Are all humans this annoying?” “Are all vampires?” Eddie snarls at you, his fangs baring as you slowly slide your hand toward your forearm. “You are making this conversation much more difficult.” The feeling of the dagger underneath your fabric is the only thing keeping you somewhat calm as you attempt to look him in the eyes. “It's not like you're doing any better. You creatures accepted our peace treaty and yet here you are pouncing at me the second you get upset!” Focusing on the dark forest below you, you hate the way you can still feel Eddie's presence coming up behind you.

“You're all animals.” You whisper. Eddie gives a dry chuckle as he stands behind you. “As if you all aren't? Isn't the whole point of this treaty to become friends?” “Is your idea of being friends trying to fuck me?”

It had not occurred to you till now, but Eddie trying to sleep with you might actually be the way vampires try to show friendship or something.

The silence is deafening between the two of you and you let the cold air relax your body. Eddie's presence near you is overwhelming, crawling into every part of your psyche as you attempt to seem as relaxed as possible.

“(Y/n).” You mutter out. You can almost hear Eddie snap his neck to look at you, although you don't return his gaze. The smirk he most likely has on his face takes away any calmness you had managed to feel. “Is that your name?” The cold whisper of his voice makes your head hurt as you finally decide to meet his gaze. “Yes, since you wanted to know so badly.” Eddie leans his tall, lean body over you, almost trapping you against the gold railing behind you. “You know you'll be staying here for a while, correct? Peace treaties aren't done in a day.” “Of course, I know that.” The mischievous grin on his face makes you uncomfortable as you attempt to make space between the two of you. “What does that have to do with me telling you my name?” “Nothing! It just means I have a name to moan to myself tonight.”

Your face drops into a frown as you push past him. “I'm gonna bash his fucking brains in.” You whisper to yourself, trying to get away from the balcony as quickly as you could.

“What did you say!” Eddie yells to you. Your legs stop in their tracks as you turn to look at Eddie, who is clearly pleased with the reaction he had gotten out of you. “I said I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last man on earth.” You could hear the venom in your voice as you returned to the dance hall, leaving Eddie standing in the cold.

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Eddie growls to himself the second you're gone, white knuckle gripping the railing as he tries to collect his thoughts.

‘This is going to be much harder than I thought.’

#male reader #x male reader #vampire eddie x male reader #eddie munson x male reader #stranger things x male reader #bottom male reader #bottom reader

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Dark Blood Chapter 21: Fortune of Darkness

Trigger Warning. This Chapter contains cannibalism, grotesque horror, body horror, blood, destruction, and violence.

After marching for the whole night, the Arkum army finally found a city, Kate had told them. The Arkum army filled the streets looking around for any signs of life but only found death. There were dead bodies of Zerku, Arkum pawns and lots of rodents.

"Well, this place certainly didn't last too long." Quae-suun then picked up the body of a Zerku boy he noticed that the boy didn't have any damage to his body, however he noticed a strangely small hole in the boy's head.

"Insaro! You're gonna want to see this!" Insaro zoomed over and Quae-suun showed him the bizarre wound on the corpse's head.

"What do you think did this?"

"I don't know but I hope whatever it is it keeps doing it to the parasites and them alone."

"Lord Insaro!" Insaro and Quae-suun looked in Malum's direction as she tossed the body of an Arkum pawn in front of them and sure enough on its head was the same small hole.

"Perhaps the rodents did this?"

"If that's true then why are all the rodents here dead?"

"True the rodents are dead too, but they are covered in bite marks and scratches all over their bodies, while the parasites and Arkums only have damage to their cores. something else killed them, thought I had no idea there was something out there hates Zerku and Arkums equally. it's a big universe I guess."

"Regardless best not to leave these corpses to waist." Malum made her fingernails sharpen, cut her own fingers, then let the dark blood fall on the corpses. Quae-suun and Insaro soon did the exact same thing to the rest of the corpses while Kate was sitting on the top of a car and watching them with her hands holding her head like she was bored. The black blood flowed into the corpses and started devouring them from the inside out. visibly it could be seen that corpses were twitching like crazy while rotting faster than normal. Then black arms, each having an abnormal number of fingers on them, started sprouting out of the corpses. Now Kate was looking in amazement. What was left of the corpses was absorbed into itself and started forming a large blob of the black blood. Now the blob like body started growing large mouths with human teeth some teeth were molars while others were canines.

now the corpses were officially gone, instead they were now black blood abominations that had large blob like bodies with arms and mouths all over its body making it look like a black spider made out of nightmares. Kira was no longer amazed, instead she jumped down from the car and walked over to Insaro and hid by his leg.

"Papa... what are these things?"

"Do not be afraid my little rose, these creatures are called Nightmares. They are the foot soldiers of Lord Grim's legion, but also our new friends. their just babies now but as they eat, they will grow larger and stronger. come on Kate, say hello." Insaro then gently pushed Kate forward to one of the Nightmares, Kate wasn't scared like she would have been in the past, but she was uncomfortable with how the Nightmare looked. Kate slowly got her hand closer to the Nightmare as it stayed still but made creepy noises. Kate then hesitated but Insaro kneeled down to her level and placed his hand on hers.

"The unknown is only terrifying until you have experienced it." Now Kate was touching the Nightmare, it felt cold and squishy like it was slime. Kate felt grossed out but then the Nightmare glowed green for a moment. Kate was bewildered by this and couldn't help but feel a little excited, her excitement grew when the Nightmare glowed blue. Kate laughed at the pretty colors it was emitting and as she laughed different parts of the Nightmares started glowing different colors.

"Ah! Pretty!"

"haha, that my dear is only a small fraction of what this creature can do. like all other Nightmares it will obey both your and my every command."

"Oh! like I'm a queen and this is my knight?!" Kate then looked at Insaro with her normal eyes sparkling with delight.

"Well. it's more like a foot soldier, it you were to have a knight, I would prefer it to be something stronger."

"... um papa? do these things remember what they are?"

"Hm? oh... that's a complicated question to answer my dear. You see the black blood devours everything it eats and leaves nothing to waste, not even memory. however, that does not guarantee that the person will come back, its actually quite impossible for the human consciousness to survive the black blood, Zerku are the only creatures to have been known to achieve such a difficult task and even then, they are turned into the Fallen rather than staying Zerku... not that that's an issue or anything." Insaro smiled to himself for that last remark, but he looked down at Kira again when he felt her clenching his hand. her eyes were black again and threatening to start spilling her bloody tears.

"hm... thought that's not to say it's impossible, in fact my dear, nothing is impossible just difficult." Kate then looked up at Insaro in confusion.

"I do believe with some experimentation we could find a way to bring a human's consciousness back through the black blood, but my dear I must ask, why would you want that?" Kate then blushed in embarrassment, she then signaled Insaro to get back on his knees so she could whisper into his ear. Insaro listened and suddenly his face shifted from his smile to his shocked expression which had no mouth, just two large dots on his face with the red dot detailed with spikes. When Kate stopped whispering, she backed away and couldn't help but cry a few tears of crimson blood. Insaro's expression turned back into a smile as he gently whipped the tears off of her face leaving smudges of blood on her cheeks.

"Anything for my little queen of darkness." Kate smiled and then threw her arms around Insaro hugging him tightly while giggling in joy. Insaro hugged her back while laughing, not uncontrollably like a psychol as he normally did but like a father who loved his child and was happy when they were happy. However, Insaro sensed something getting closer and quickly let Kira back down and stood up shielding her from whatever was coming. Suddenly a car in front of Insaro suddenly exploded, the flames and force didn't affect Insaro but some of the shrapnel stabbed into his skin and one large fragment even pierced right where his heart would be if he had one.

"...Ow?"

"Papa! Are you alright?!"

"Fear not my little rose, being impaled never killed anyone. Or at least anyone who matters. Oh, dear how rude of me, Kate my dear, are you alright?" Kate checked her arms and legs and saw no damage.

"I'm ok papa."

"Good." Insaro then grabbed the scrap and pulled it out of him and then spun it around like it was a pole.

"Now, what caused that rodent vehicle to explode?" a rocket was then fired toward Quae-suun and hit his arm. His arm was completely blown off and his torso was badly damaged, but he looked at his now damaged body with indifference. The black blood sprayed out of his wounds and instantly started taking shape, fixing Quae-suun's torso and making a brand new arm completely identical to the old one.

"Lord Insaro I think it came from up there." Quae-suun pointed to a rodent on the top of a nearby building with a strange looking cannon.

"Is that a rodent?"

"Looks like it but I'm not sensing any life." The creature then grabbed a strange object and loaded it into the cannon"

"It looks like it's about to fire again."

"Only if it manages to fire fast enough." Insaro held up the metal scrap and red lightning started manifesting from Insaro's arm and into the metal scrap. Soon the red lighting started transforming the metal shard into a large and vicious looking black spear. He was about to throw the spear but before he could, Kate appeared on the roof and used her bloody arms to rip the creature to shreds. After she was done, she picked up the head and raised it up to show Insaro with joy.

"I destroyed the bad thing papa!"

"Ha! good girl Kate!" Kate then jumped down from the building making the ground crack on impact, but she was completely unscathed. She then ran to Insaro and hugged his legs while he playfully ruffled her hair. However, it wasn't over yet, more strange creatures showed up, some looking like rodents while others appeared to be made of metal. They were all holding odd objects that fired little projectiles at the Arkums. Kate didn't see them at all so Insaro quickly grabbed her and put her behind an abandoned car for cover.

"Stay here, my rose."

"... Ok papa." After Insaro left Kate under cover he then went back to Malum and Quae-suun who were currently doing nothing but staring at the creatures who were continuously firing the projectiles that would bounce off on contact.

"So how many do you think there are?" As Insaro was talking the projectiles were firing at him in high speed but bounced off on contact.

"12, it's hard to count with the projectiles everywhere but yeah, there are 12." Then the creatures backed off and ran to the other side of the building for cover. Soon after a larger armored vehicle showed up and aimed its cannon directly at the three of them.

"Oh? What do you think that one does?" The armored vehicle then fired a larger and stronger projectile, and it went through Malum's stomach. The projectile only barely managed to pierce through Malum's stomach but like Quae-suun, she looked at her wound with indifference. After the black blood healed Malum, her left arm melted into the hulking muscle arm with the large steel axe replacing the hand. Malum raised her arm and sliced it down, the force was strong enough to carry the attack to the armored vehicle, slicing it in two, ruining the two remaining parts, and destroying the street's concrete. The creatures then reappeared and started firing again.

"Well at first this was boring but now it's just irritating." Insaro then tossed Malum his spear and she threw it at the creatures, the force and speed of the spear caused all the windows of the nearby buildings and cars to break and ruptured the bodies of the strange creatures causing them to explode from the inside and fall to pieces, even the ones that weren't even close to the spear.

"Well done, Malum. Kate, it's safe now! you can come out!"

"Ok papa!" Kate then ran over to Insaro and he with the others went over to check on what was left of the strange creatures. Kate then walked up to one of the heads, picked it up and showed it to Insaro.

"It's an android papa."

"A what?"

"An android, their robots made for people to do things like holding their stuff or cleaning things."

"An android you say! I didn't think the rodents were smart enough to make an eleventh era invention! I thought the rodents were only ninth era beings or lower! I've never been so wrong in my life! And I've only been alive for two days!" Kate stomach started to growl, and she felt very hungry, so she tugged on Insaro's pants to tell him.

"Um..."

"Hu? Oh, sorry my rose, I was just talking to myself."

"No, it's just that I'm hungry."

"Oh! My dear I'm so sorry! I’ll go make you a meal from those corpses."

"But I don't want rotten meat."

"Well, I'm sorry my rose but there isn't-" Insaro then sensed another presence, so he looked around and saw a child walking down a road in front of them.

"Look there Kate! A rodent ready to eat!" Kate looked at the child and started to drool she then ran toward it and released her bloody arms ready to shred the rodent into pieces and eat them all like sushi. But as she got closer the child looked at her and Kate was in complete shock. It was a girl who seemed to be 14 years old, her long sleeve shirt and jeans were covered in blood, and she had the eyes of a Fallen. Because Kate was going so fast, she used her bloody arms to grapple to the ground to stop safely in front of the older Fallen. They were just staring at each other for a while but then the older girl smiled and tried to pick up Kate.

Insaro noticed that the older girl was a Fallen and zoomed over beside Kate, this alarmed the Fallen girl, and she ran away. Insaro then grabbed Kate and zoomed after the Fallen, the Fallen had tentacles that resembled iron chains and used them to run in high speed instead of using her legs. She ran down a road going north and stopped at a building and entered, Insaro then stopped and put Kate down.

"Hm... Kate dear, do you know what this building is for?"

"it's the city library! It's a place with lots of books and computers that help people learn things papa."

"Interesting, I didn't think the rodents were interested in anything other than Eden's words, they're more open minded than I expected." Insaro then entered the building and Kate followed while holding his hand.

"*sniff, sniff* hey papa. Something smells delicious."

"Must be the Fallen's food supply! Try to see if you can track the scent." Kate then nodded joyfully and tried to follow the scent until it eventually led her to the second floor of the library. There she found a large pile of flesh and lots of Fallen there, eating and swimming through the pile of flesh and bloody meat. Kate instantly started to drool and then dug right into eating the meat. Insaro then followed Kate up to the second floor and saw the pile of meat and flesh and grinned wider when he saw all the Fallen.

"Lord Insaro! Are you here?" Malum and Quae-suun followed behind them to the library and were now watching the Fallen enjoying their meal.

"Hahaha... Malum, contact Occisor and the rest of the Arkums, tell them we found the army." Malum nodded, then red spikes grew from the side of her head. They would then start vibrating as Malum would say in her mind we found the army, come to this location over and over in her head and it transmitted to all the other Arkums including Occisor.

"Hahahahaha, it's funny how easy that was. I wonder if it will be just as easy when we kill the child."

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a boy and his bunny-owl-moth :)

#qkdraws #lu #lu legend #lu fanart #GUYS LOOKS I DREW FINGERS. AND LEGS #i've been staring at this for too long to tell but sorry if the proportions are... less than accurate #are his legs too small? too large? hands too big? only The Lord knows #me: we're done :)#my brain: you didn't flip the canv-#me as my spine tries to crawl out of my body: we're done :))#the hardest part about this drawing was NOT Legend's hair OR the legs OR the hands #it was the fuckin blupee #cute piece of shit #y'all are gonna be v disappointed in me #but i... sortakindahaven'tstartedonanotheroneshotyet #I'M SORRY okay #i'm TRYING but BRAIN NO WORK #so y'all get mediocre art instead :)#i fear for the day when my ipad just stops working #i've had this fucker for several years it's gonna die for good eventually #I'm Going To Cry when that happens #Tears Will Soak The Motherboard #also to the people who rant in the tags about my art i l o v e y o u #seriously makes my fuckin day tysm

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I want say I really love those big hcs you do, my favorite ones were of the wbp and driving hcs, I laughed so hard.

I wanted to know how you think op characters would react to a jar they can't open? like their partner always comes to them for help opening jars and they're so used to opening them. but what if they couldn't open this one jar? will they leave it? or try harder? I can imagine zoro going 'fuck this' and uses his sword to slice it up bc he refuses to be bested by a damn jar

I read this and I've been laughing about it since you said it because LORD this is the... yes I love this, please accept these headcannons.

IF ANYONE WANTS ANY OTHER CHARACTERS FOR THIS, PLEASE TELL ME. I WOULD LOVE THAT

Marco - You turn to Marco when he entered the kitchen. - He’ll look at you with tired eyes curious why it always has to be him when Thatch is right in the kitchen with you. - Usually, Marco has no issue opening the jars for you, but this one? - His half-lidded eyes narrow as he struggles with it. - This leads you to watch the ship’s doctor sit on the counter, one leg a powerful harpy talon as he still struggles to open it. - Feathers of frustration flutter on the once nice clean floor. - Marco using his bird feet, both of them now trying to open the jar while Thatch yells at him about his ’bird ass on my nice clean counters!’ - You aren’t so happy when he leans back on the counter and holds the now open jar in his scaly bird feet. - “Thanks..” “Anytime yoi!” he says happily and is promptly handed a broom and washcloth by Thatch. Ace - Ace loves when you come to him with any problems. - He likes to puff his chest out and look all confident when you hand him the jar to open. - He knows it’s only a little thing, but he enjoys being needed and asked for help by you. - However, when this jar bests him his temper starts to flare, as does his devil fruit abilities. - He tried to heat just the lid, little by little to see if he can loosen it. - Someone walks past and comments on him not having arm strength. - You all hit the deck when you see Ace’s expression sour and he raises his heat just a little too much and the jar shatters. - “Look, it’s open, happy?” He huffs and hands you what’s left of the jar contents.

Thatch - He thinks it’s cute when you need a hand, doesn’t make you feel bad about it, just makes him feel like a good partner. - With that big smile of his he takes the jar from your hands and tries to open it. - “Oh? Looks like I put the lid on too hard last time.” He chuckles and tries to save face. - “It’s a brand new jar Thatch..” - You watch as Thatch tries his best, runs it under hot water, tries again. - He doesn’t give up. - You take it from him after he’s failed for ten minutes and somehow, it’s loose enough for you. - He lowkey has a little breakdown about it.

Izou - Izou is mildly annoyed that you came to him after he’d just done his nails for something as annoying as jar opening. - But he couldn’t say no to you. - Taking the jar, acting like it would be such a simple task. - Oh no, not at all. - He furrowed his brows, painted lips set in a pout as he tried harder. - Wrapping his sleeve around the jar and attempting to open it. - Setting it down on the table, a sigh as he brushed back his hair. - Getting out his guns. - You grabbed him and tried to convince him why shooting at jars of pickles in an enclosed space wasn’t a good idea.

Whitebeard - You are sure Whitebeard can help you. - This jar has bested you all day. - He laughs, big booming chuckles but happy to help you. - He takes the jar in his hands; it looks comically small in his grasp. - Oh, he opens the jar alright. - He accidentally smashes it like it was nothing. - Leaving you to pick the pickles out of his hand like birds eating seeds. - Marco doesn’t think that’s a bad thing and gets many looks. - “I like feeding Marco in phoenix form, relaxing.” The large man says with another laugh. - All eyes on Marco now.

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obeythedemons · 3 years

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Can you do brothers with mc who short like there are 4ft 11in tall.

Ah, so MC is as tall as my mother. Don't tell her I told you all, she likes to say she's five foot

I also headcanon all of the demons as being rather tall, so this could be applicable to nearly everyone

Obey Me! Masterlist

Lucifer

Is more worried that the human will get hurt for Lord Diavolo's exchange program

Makes sure Mammon keeps a closer eye on them

The man's also naturally a fast walker and has long legs, so that means he covers large distances far faster than MC could

He has to remember to slow down when he's walking with MC

Once he becomes more attached to MC, he makes them hold his hand so that he doesn't get too far ahead of them

Mammon

The human bein' small just means that he's gotta hold 'em to protect the more, no other reason

Will begrudgingly give them piggyback rides

Not actually begrudgingly, he usually kneels in front of them for them to climb up without them asking

It's more like he wants them to pet his hair, but they're too short to normally do so

Pet his hair when he's giving you a piggyback ride, MC!

Leviathan

He almost immediately realizes that MC is close to the size of a body pillow

His face will turn a bright red and he'll have issues looking MC in the eye for a while

He'll want to hold MC when sleeping but will die before he ever admits it

He may sit closer to MC when playing video games, trying to control the urge to hold them close to him

Thinks MC is too cute

Satan

Doesn't particularly care at first

But then realizes MC's the perfect size to sit on his lap while he reads to them

His favorite past-time is now pulling MC into his lap to read to them

He nearly dies everytime MC falls asleep in his lap

They're small just like a kitten and it's too much for him

Asmodeus

Ah, MC is almost as cute as him!

Sort of treats MC like a accessory to exemplify his beauty

Makes sure that their outfits are always coordinated

Likes to lift MC up from the ground and spin them around as he gives them a hug

Is almost always practically draping his body over them

Beelzebub

The drive to protect them is even greater now

Likes to carry them around, either piggyback ride or in his arms, it doesn't matter

He just likes knowing that they're safe in his arms

Is scared he'll hurt them at first because the demon's huge and strong

But he's very careful with his strength around them

Makes sure MC eats enough - humans need to eat more to get big, right?

Doesn't realize MC is done growing vertically

Belphegor

Like Levi, thinks MC makes for a great body pillow

Unlike Levi, he's not shy about it

Likes to hold them close to him while he naps

Will either pull them down to lay next to him or lays his head on their legs while holding onto their waist

Will make fun of how short MC is and puts things in high places

That way MC has to ask him for help

He'll only help them if they give him cuddles

#Obey Me!#Obey Me #Lucifer #Mammon #Leviathan #Levi #Satan #Asmodeus #Beelzebub #Belphegor #Headcanon #Requests #Request

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A Pain You'll Soon Regret - Pt. 3

Poly!MC Summary: MC and the demon lords get in a fight resulting in MC leaving. They planned on going to Purgatory Hall until things cool off, but they never quite make it there. TW: Heavy Angst, Violence, I don’t know what to tag this, but there is a pretty nasty verbal fight, Gore/Injury

***I legitimately teared up while writing this. This...This is heavy folks. Please remember to take care of yourselves before, during, and after reading this fic. Be safe lovelies ❤ -B ***

Part 1: HERE, Part 2: HERE, Part 4: HERE

The day had passed by agonizingly slow. The brothers really had no choice but to follow Solomon's orders, so they waited. With every second they could feel the invisible hands grasping their hearts squeeze tighter and tighter.

None of them had left the living room where they had gathered. They were all too frightened that an update on your condition would come in and they wouldn't be there to receive it. At least that's what was silently agreed upon. In reality, they were each taking comfort in being with the only people that could possibly understand what the other was going through.

No one knew what to do or say. There really was nothing to do or say. They had promised to always protect you, and because of a foolish argument, they had failed that in the worst way possible. Finally, after nearly twelve hours of radio silence, Asmodeus's D.D.D. dinged.

Asmodeus had never taken his phone out so quickly before. "Simeon and I are awake. MC is still unconscious. We will let you in and try to get you to see MC. Luke is still adamant about not letting you all in, so be ready for him," Asmo read out loud. Satan huffed as he started towards the door. "I don't care who Luke thinks he is, he's not stopping us from seeing our partner. Let's go."

*** As they arrived at the Hall, all of them were shocked to see a trail of now dried blood leading to the doorway. No matter how long it had been there, the scent still made it glaringly obvious that it was yours. Asmodeus gagged and turned his head away from the sight. "If it's already this bad out here, what are we going to be walking into?" He managed to choke out.

Lucifer swallowed down the lump in his throat and marched ahead. "It doesn't matter. Right now, MC needs us. We failed to be there for them earlier, I refuse to do so again." The eldest lead the charge to the front door of Purgatory Hall. He raised his fist to knock when several voices started shouting from the other side. "You never should've called them here!" "Luke, that's not for you to decide. They're-" "I don't care who they are!!!"

The door suddenly was thrown open just enough to reveal Luke.

You would think that the small angel was the Avatar of Wrath and not Satan. He glared at them with all the fury of the Celestial army. His face was red and his teeth were bared in a snarl. Despite all this anger, however, his eyes were still tinged red with tears.

"Leave now! You're not welcome here!" he barked before going to slam the door; Beel quickly caught it with his hand. "We're not leaving until we see MC." A growl that they had never thought they would hear from sweet little Luke, vibrated from deep within his chest before he began throwing himself at the door, clearly doing everything he could to try and close it.

"NO!!! You don't deserve to see them! You monsters are the reason they're like this! GET OUT! LEAVE!!" Simeon suddenly appeared from within the Hall and pulled Luke against his chest. "Luke, stop it! You're going to hurt yourself!" The young angel screamed and struggled as Simeon softly shushed him. It wasn't long before the screams turned into sobs and Luke broke down in Simeon's arms. The brothers didn't know how to react. Was the state you were in truly so bad to merit such an emotional response from Luke? Dread began to grow more and more within them as guilt kept them frozen in place.

The older angel sighed and gently began to rub Luke's back, before looking at the brothers with an emotionless expression. "As you can see, Luke is greatly concerned with MC's well-being, as we all are," he tightened his hold on Luke before he continued. "You may see them-" "WHA- Simeon, no!!!" Simeon gently shushed him and ran a hand through Luke's hair. "I know. I know you don't want them to, Luke, but they love MC just like you do. At the very least, we should let them see the results of their negligence, don't you think?" The lords winced at the jab and the harsh edges on Simeon's words. It was clear that no one in that house truly wanted them there. Luke pouted. "Fine. But I want to be in the room when they do." Simeon nodded and released the young angel. "Of course. I'm sure MC will be grateful for how attentive you've been to them when they wake up." He ruffled Luke's hair before glancing at the brothers once again. "Follow me." Their footsteps echoed through the quiet halls like a death knell. Each one rang louder and louder in the ears of the worried demons. They hadn't even seen you yet, and even so, each and every one of them were already beginning to wonder how they could ever let this happen to you. Images of you might look like flashed inside their heads. Perhaps you would resemble a mummy from the number of bandages required to heal you. Perhaps you would resemble a corpse, half-dead as you struggled to keep your heartbeat steady. No matter what they imagined, however, nothing prepared them for the real thing. Simeon swung open the doors to the lounge without any word or warning. The brothers' stumbled to a stop and collectively choked at the sight. You were laid out on the table in the middle of the room. Gauze covered a large section of the left side of your cheek and a strip around the circumference of your head. What little skin was visible was sunken in, making you appear dead. If it hadn't been for the shallow rising and falling of your chest, the brothers most certainly would have believed you were. Solomon had been in the process of checking the bandages on your shoulder when they entered, giving each of them a good eye full of the deep bite marks that covered your shoulder, collarbone and neck. There was so much red, that they could barely make out what was an injury and what wasn't. With a nauseous thought, they realized that small chunks of skin had even been torn from the flesh. They must have had to remove your clothes at some point during your healing process, for the only thing that covered you was a thin blanket that was trapped over your torso. All, except Satan, recognized it as one of the blankets from the Celestial realm. Though Satan had put two and two together when he spotted the small tag hanging from a corner with Luke's name written on it in golden cursive. The fact that you were barely covered meant that they could clearly see your bandaged thighs and the small, bandaged, stump of where your leg had been cut off from the knee down. The silence was cut off by a strangled sob from Asmodeus.

Solomon's head snapped as he only now noticed everyone. Rather than moving comfort the demon whom he's had a pact with for centuries, Solomon only narrowed his eyes into a glare and silently went back to work.

Asmodeus moved towards you, shakily reaching out a hand to touch. But he was stopped as Luke quickly slapped the hand away. The angel starred icily at him. "They're still recovering, you idiot. Touch them with your filthy infernal hands and you could infect and kill them."

Asmodeus snarled through his tears, and opened his mouth to shout at Luke, but was stopped when a hand sat on his shoulder. He glanced over to see Satan shaking his head as tears ran down his cheeks.

"He's right," Satan whispered, not bothering to hide the pain in his tone. "They're in an extremely fragile state. We should all, at the very least, wash our hands first." the others looked at him surprised. There wasn't a trace of anger in his voice. Only grief and regret. Satan looked over at Solomon, "Then I'm sure we'd all like to sit with them?"

The others held their breath as they waited for the reply, but Solomon simply remained silent and refused to acknowledge them. "Please," Beelzebub begged through a sob. Belphie held on tightly to his twin's hand. It may have looked as though he had down it to comfort Beel, but in reality, that hand was the only thing keeping him on his feet. Beel took in a stuttered breath before continuing, "W-We messed up last night, and we can't t-take that back, but I-I need to be with them right now. Please. I-I can't leave them again." Again there was only silence, with the exception of Luke grumbling under his breath from where he sat beside you. Mammon huffed and moved towards the basin of water that had been set up on a side table. "Well I'm done waiting for permission," he thoroughly washed his hands and moved towards MC when Simeon moved in front of him. Mammon growled and had to keep himself from bursting into his demon form. "What's the big deal?! You said we could see 'em!" "I said see. Not touch," the angel provided pointedly. Leviathan frowned and came to Mammon's side. "Luke is literally holding their hand right now! He cleaned his hands! There's no reason why Luke should be able to touch them, when we, their significant others can't!" Luke's nostrils flared as he went to lunge at the demon, but was stopped by Solomon putting a hand on his shoulder. The young angel huffed and settled for snarling at them. "I was the one that saved them! I was the one that washed the blood off of their skin after Simeon and Solomon both nearly collapsed from exhaustion after working for four hours straight on keeping them alive. I was there for them! And you weren't!" "We messed up!" Leviathan screamed back, his demon form bursting into existence as he cried. "We messed up and we want to make things better! We want to be there for them now! You can't just keep us from them!" "Leviathan," Lucifer placed a hand on his younger brother's shoulder. "Breathe. Please, I know you're upset. We all are. But we shouldn't forget what caused all of this in the first place." Leviathan ripped himself away from Lucifer's grasp and turned away from everyone. The occasional sob could be heard from him as his shoulders trembled. Lucifer sighed and looked pleadingly at Simeon. "Simeon, please. I know you owe us nothing and that MC may not even want to see them when they awake. But look at them. They're-" he cut himself off as his voice cracked and took a deep breath, "We're a mess. Please, just let us have a moment with them. That's all I ask." For the first time, Simeon's expression softened. He gathered up Luke and nodded at Solomon. The wizard pursed his lips in annoyance and glanced at the brothers once more before leaving the room. Simeon gave Lucifer a hard look as he held on tightly to Luke. "You will notify us immediately should even the slightest thing change from their current condition." Luke gaped at his fellow angel. "Simeon! No! We can't just leave them with those demons! Are you insane?" Simeon gave Luke a small smile. "They won't hurt them. I truly believe they wish to reconcile things and apologize for their words and actions. No matter how upset you may feel, this isn't our relationship Luke. It is not our place to meddle. MC will be safe with them." Luke grumbled under his breath and glowered at the brothers. "If so much as a hair is out of place when I get back, not even Micheal will be able to stop me from the vengeance I will inflict upon you." Mammon opened his mouth make a comeback, but was cut off by Lucifer. "Understood. Thank you for looking after our beloved in our absence." Luke scoffed and shook his head, before leaving with Simeon following behind him. The brothers stood in the room alone. They were with you, and yet they had never felt so far from you. ***To be continued in part 4! Still don't quite know how this will end, but it's bound to hurt. Sorry not sorry. In between uploading parts of this series, I will be doing other fics as well, just since this seems to be quite longer than I

had originally thought 😅 Thank you all for supporting this series! I hope you enjoyed it. Remember to drink water and take care of yourselves! I love you all!***

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giorno-plays-piano · 3 years

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Rusted Remnants

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x mutant!Reader

Warnings: past noncon, smut, dirty talk, Stockholm syndrome, violence, mention of human experiments, swearing.

Words: 1924.

Summary: You felt better knowing he wouldn't have to leave for quite some time now, staring at the man as he leaned back against the pillow, watching the smoke slowly disappear in the air - Heisenberg wasn't your darling, but he's the only one who kept you sane in that fucking hole where human life mattered so little. Among other Lords he's the only one who had the resolve to fight that heartless bitch hiding behind the façade of a holy mother.

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When a bearded man in sunglasses opened the door with a grinding, abrasive sound, you felt both fear and relief - Heisenberg was a mean son of a bitch who couldn’t stand people crossing him on anything, and you learned that the hard way. However, thanks to that insanely strong bastard who could smash in a Lycan’s skull with one swing of his hammer, you were still safe in his hideout, not having to worry about mutilated monsters this place was swarming with.

Besides, even though Heisenberg was as rotten and disgusting as any other Lord, he still had more human in him than Dimitrescu, Beneviento and Moreau altogether.

“Did you miss me, little monster?” He smirked, watching you laying in bed with some cheap romance novel you traded for bullets with the Duke: you had little hobbies since you barely left Heisenberg’s factory.

You rolled your eyes, knowing he hadn’t been home for a couple of days and now needed to get under your skin, feeding off your emotions like Alcina fed off her victims’ blood. It was something like a routine to him: he needed to know you had something human in you, too.

“Who else do you expect me to miss?” you snorted, leaving a worn book with a dirty yellow cover on the bed. “You know I don’t like when you leave for so long.”

“It’s not like I like it either.”

Leaving his monstrous hammer on the table full of blueprints, drawings, nails and all other things you were forbidden to touch, he took his glasses off, and you saw his weary eyes, the blood vessels widened in their white. It didn't happen often, but from time to time Heisenberg would abandon his façade of a smug, careless bastard, and then you could catch a glimpse of a deadly tired man who had long lost any hope to ever free himself from Miranda’s death grip. Something had happened in those couple of days when he had been wandering the woods and catacombs filled with Lycans, Samcăs, and Vârcolacs, and it certainly wasn’t good news if it stripped Heisenberg of his endless complacency.

Quietly slipping away from the bed, you put your shoes on while the man in front of you left his coat hanging on a chair and stilled, his dirty hands on the desk as he stared at it blankly. While he stood there, motionless, you turned on the large faucet in an improvised shower cabin - everything there had been old and rusty, and you needed time to adjust the temperature of water from icy cold to bearable cool or even hot if you were lucky enough. Thankfully, Karl never protested against showering, washing away dry blood, machine oil, muck and filth.

Saying nothing, you carefully lifted his hat, unclasped the belt on his chest and started unbuttoning his dirty shirt - nobody would believe it had been white once. Finally, Heisenberg came back to his senses, smirking and letting you strip him of his clothes, leaving his pants and huge heavy boots on the floor. As he stepped into the shower, he dragged you with him behind the old plastic curtains full of holes, and your nightgown got drenched within a couple of seconds, water pouring over your head. You didn’t protest anymore, knowing the man wouldn’t let you go until he blew off some steam, pushing you into a wet stone wall and wrecking you ass till you started sobbing - he loved when you squeezed his fat cock with your pussy, but Heisenberg couldn’t risk getting you pregnant, leaving his child to be endlessly tortured by that holy bitch until she turned his baby into some fucking monster doll. Sometimes he could buy some condoms from the Duke, but it was still a rare occasion, so most of the time Heisenberg spent using your other holes, filling you to the brim with his cum until he felt satisfied.

"Wearing that white nightgown like some noble slut from Alcina's castle." he growled into your ear from behind, grinding against your ass, his callous fingers gripping your hips as he forced you spread your legs for him. "Did you do it on purpose, baby? Did you want to bounce on my cock so bad?"

Turning your head to him, you didn't get a chance to speak up when the man crashed his mouth into yours, his arm lifting up the drenched fabric of your nightgown and baring your flesh. Landing a loud smack to your ass, he grinned through the kiss: he loved it when you behaved well around him, taking whatever he was giving you like a good girl you were.

You didn’t mind. At first the thought of him touching you had been giving you panic attacks and nausea, but as years flew by, nothing changing in this Hell of a place where sanity was a privilege, you clung to Heisenberg in a desperate attempt to feel human again - even if it was something as primitive as grinding your bodies against each other.

As he rubbed his cock in between your shaking thighs pressed together, you moaned, the water cascading down your bodies while Heisenberg fondled your breasts, biting and nipping his way down your neck.

"You're going nowhere until I fuck the shit out of you."

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Breathing in the smell of his Cuban cigars, you watched Heisenberg smoke as he laid close to you, his naked body barely covered by a blanket: his skin was littered with nasty scars, and it seemed like every centimeter of it had once been burned, cut or bitten. Some of them were so old you could barely see them, others relatively knew where the scar tissue was still angry red and thick: most of the time he got them while working on his personal army down there, but with his regenerative abilities they were like a kitten bite to him. Of course, even of they weren't, Heisenberg would still pretend like it was nothing, wearing his shit-eating grin.

"The holy whore is up to something," he says after long minutes of silence, ash falling to the floor from his cigar, "and I don't like that I know fucking nothing of her plans."

You felt better knowing he wouldn't have to leave for quite some time now, staring at the man as he leaned back against the pillow, watching the smoke slowly disappear in the air - Heisenberg wasn't your darling, but he's the only one who kept you sane in that fucking hole where human life mattered so little. Among other Lords he's the only one who had the resolve to fight that heartless bitch hiding behind the façade of a holy mother. You couldn't call him sane, but he had enough sanity to remember what Miranda did to all of you and how fucking twisted was her desire to have a family. You weren't her children, regardless how many times Moreau was going to call her his mother. Whatever she did to you or those miserable villagers, her cannon fodder, she did only to revive her real daughter, and the thought had been making you sick since the times Heisenberg told you about Miranda's past.

"You think it's something big?"

"Yeah. She keeps disappearing into thin air, and I can't find a trace of her anywhere at all."

You grew silent, staring at the blanket with empty eyes: it certainly wasn't a good sign. Where was she going if even Heisenberg couldn't locate her? Was she crossing the forest to get to the outer world? The last time it happened she brought to the world one more horrifying monster with a face of a little girl. The only thing you knew about her was that she was destroyed a couple of years ago, just a failed experiment like all those Miranda had been involved in.

"I think she partners up with someone, some organization that can give her what she wants like, you knew, she did before." You muttered, and Heisenberg stared at you, narrowing his frightening light eyes.

"With whom could the old bitch partner?"

"I don't know, but I know she brought someone with her, willingly or not."

Now you had his full attention as he turned to you, his eyes burning a hole in your face. "Who did she bring here? How the fuck do you know?"

Rolling over to your stomach and hugging a pillow - a real pillow you got from the Duke a month ago, not that pile of garbage the man had been sleeping on for ages - you let out a loud sigh. You weren’t eager to go exploring the factory even though you knew where his soldiers were, but you couldn't just stay in his room for the rest of your days, and sometimes you would get out for a couple of hours, wandering empty corridors with rusted doors.

At first it was subtle. You knew this place well, but you couldn't sense monsters or people getting in the way Miranda did even after Cadou implantation. You just wandered the same places over and over, collecting semi-precious stones, bullets and other things you could trade for something with a merchant. As the time flew by, the feeling of uneasiness was washing over you as you stepped into certain rooms, got into certain places. There was nothing peculiar there, nothing that would catch your attention, but something was still eating you up as if you knew something wasn't right.

At one point you realized that what disturbed you were things moving from their original places - changes were small, barely noticeable for someone who didn't spend hundreds of hours walking around here, but you could know put your finger on what was wrong. Who was it? You knew it weren't the Lords who had no business here. Besides, the Master of Metal could always feel their presence. Obviously, it weren't humans from the village for whom the factory was sacred, and monsters possessed too little intelligence to put things on their places in the very same order. You thought it could be Mother Miranda, but she wouldn't be sneaky if she really wanted to show Heisenberg his place.

Now it all made sense. You knew the outer world would learn about this place sooner or later, especially after that monster girl incident, and it only proved the idea Miranda brought someone with her.

"I think it's someone smart, Karl. Someone who will either destroy Miranda or try to take control of her - and us, maybe." You said after telling him about your little adventures, and the man smirked, stroking your back. Of course, after her little Eveline had been released into the world, he had thoughts about other organizations having their fair share of Megamycete,

“Someone we can use against her, then.” He whispered, his eyes dark and perceptive as he leant closer, dropping a kiss to your shoulder, his complacency getting back as he sent you a smug grin, slapping your ass loudly. “Good job, little monster. Good job.”

Rolling you over on your back, he got on top of you, pushing your legs apart and licking his lips at the sight of your naked pussy right in front of him, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.

“I’ve forgot to tell you baby," he grinned at you when you squirmed from his touch, his thumb already tracing tiny little circles against your clit. “I’ve got a rubber, so you better milk me dry with that sweet little cunt of yours.”

#karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg #resident evil village #resident evil heisenberg #resident evil

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arduadastra · 3 years

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Giving Javier a handjob under the table at a gathering dinner thing

A/N: Oh, oh my LORD anon this is juicy and I have every intention of taking this way too far because once Javi enters my writing space he makes me FERAL (This man needs to be stopped and apparently all it takes is a well-placed hand) I took the liberty of this being a just them thing (Hope that's ok!)

Warnings: NSFW - NO MINORS (18+) Semi-public sex, HJ's, swearing, Javi in a button-down.

Masterlist

You and Javi had been together exactly one year to the day and you had both decided to celebrate the occasion. Neither of you were big on anniversaries but Escobar was gone, the Cali cartel were finished and you had both just wanted to be together and enjoy being safe for the first time in…well…ever.

Choosing what to do had been a struggle though, neither of you wanting to spend too much money but also wanting to do something that meant you could be alone together. It felt like you had both been constantly around others and you needed the space. Eventually, after one too many arguments (Javi had put his foot down when you mentioned the mall and a movie) you decided on dinner.

You were both a bit clueless to the area, spending most of your time either on stakeouts out of the city or in the embassy so you had relied on Murphy’s recommendation for the restaurant and you had to say, the guy had good taste. It was quiet, not overly fancy but still had the atmosphere that meant dressing up was encouraged. It was cosy, exposed bricks and small lamps lighting the tables in a soft hue and when you sat down in the booth you couldn’t help but admire how the soft shadows danced across Javi’s face.

Your admiration certainly didn’t stop there. Javier had definitely pulled out all the stops for tonight and you were loving every second. He had chosen a dark suit with no tie, just a white shirt with the first few buttons left open that exposed his collarbone to your gaze. His suit jacket framed his broad shoulders deliciously and you could’ve outright moaned when he shrugged it off to roll his shirt sleeves up - that man knew all your buttons and he was damn well pushing them.

Javi cast you a knowing smirk as he picked up his menu and you watched as his large hands ran the length of the paper. His fingers tracing the edge of the menu much like he does on your skin and you feel the familiar heat flare-up in your gut. You weren't alone though, you knew you were having the same effect on him but he was just better at hiding it. You were wearing a dark red wrap dress that accentuated your hips, curves and ass, one of Javi’s favourite attributes of you, and you leant forward to show off a hint of a black lace bra.

He side-eyed you at that and you smirked, being partners with Javi long before you got together meant you could observe the man’s tells and from the flex of his jaw, you knew he was holding back. He loved red on you and he loved black lace too, you knew that. As you sat there and stared at the man in front of you, an idea crept into your head. How far would his resolve would go?

Making the man who fought drug traffickers on the streets and chased criminals across buildings while handling high-level negotiations without breaking a sweat crack would be a challenge. But you loved the idea of riling him up in such a public setting, the idea was too tempting.

You slid a hand onto his thigh, feigning ignorance as you pretended to read the menu in your hands whilst also making sure to rub slow circles just above his kneecap. His leg shifts under your ministrations and you slide it higher. He clears his throat.

Your hand stays when the waitress drops by to ask for your drinks order. As always Javi orders a whiskey and you order wine, loving the subtle hitch of Javi’s voice when you press your fingers into his inner thigh while he thanks the server. She walks away and he scowls at you, “What do you think you’re doing Hermosa?”

You shrug, fingers now trailing up his inseam and he clenches his thighs together, one hand dropping to clasp yours in a tight grip, “I said what are you doing?” You’re about to reply but then the waitress comes back with your drinks and Javi switches on his most charming smile and you can’t help but graze his crotch as he looks at the waitress, a small possessive side to you loving the widening of his eyes. You trail the spot, mapping it out under your fingers as she shamelessly flirts with him, a silent reminder of who he belongs to.

As she leaves, you lean into his ear, picking up your wineglass, your other hand remains preoccupied, “I’m having fun Javi, why? You think you can’t handle it?” You take a sip and squeeze slightly and Javi shuts his eyes, legs widening in silent acceptance.

Game on.

You drop your hand from his leg and let him settle, he exhales harshly and after a second brings the whiskey glass to his lips. You wait for him to take a sip before drifting your hand back up the outside of this thigh now and you see his jaw tick when he swallows. You lean across and place a gentle kiss on the tense spot before sliding your hand up and over, lingering on his crotch once more. Javi raises an eyebrow to you, a silent 'Is that all you've got?'

The next time you press, the waitress is back asking for your food order and while you give yours, under the table you’re playing with Javi’s slack button and you pop it open silently as he gives his. Your fingertips graze his boxers as you study his profile and while he doesn’t give anything away on his face, his clenched fist tells another story.

You finger the coarse hair just below the elastic and he manages a tense nod as the waitress asks him if he wanted fries. She seems annoyed by his lack of response and you revel in it. Javi doesn't dare look at you this time as she finally retreats, just takes a sip of his drink. You decide to do the same, the alcohol warming your body and leaving you feeling weightless in your actions. Your fingertips continue to slip just shy of his waistband before slipping over his boxers to cup him under his slacks.

Javi kicks his leg out, foot hitting the opposite table leg and he looks around, clearly seeing if anyone can see his compromising position, “Shit” he murmurs, “What if someone sees?”

You grin, “So what if they do Javi? Besides, it's pretty dark I think we’ll be okay” and with that, your hand begins a slow rhythm over his clothed cock and you hear a soft moan from the man beside you.

“Sssh Jav…”

He bites back a groan as your fingers slip against his warm skin again and delve lower, your fingers grazing his length as you sigh, “Only I get to hear those pretty sounds.” Javi nods frantically before realising the public nature of your acts and covers it by drinking again, seeming desperate in his gulps as he rolls his hips. Emboldened by his reaction, you softly wrap your hands around him and pull softly, knuckles rubbing against the inside of his zipper and you feel his hips buck again into your grip.

You take a moment to glance around and happy that no one can see what’s transpiring between the two of you, you look back at Javi’s face and you love what you see. His eyes have darkened significantly, pupils blown as you feel him harden further under the table and his bottom lip is swollen from his biting teeth. His usual golden-brown eyes are swimming in unbridled lust and as his tongue darts out to wet his lip, you can’t help but lean across and kiss him.

You keep it G rated, simply pressing your lips to his and relishing in the feel of his moustache against your lip. You slip your hand lower and start pumping him properly, swallowing his moans as you do. You lean back and look at his dishevelled face and continue, watching him white knuckle the table cloth beneath a clenched fist.

You kiss him again then against his lips you ask, “Think I can make you cum? Make you cum in front of everyone here with only the two of us knowing about the mess you’re gonna make all over yourself, baby?”

Javi pants, jaw slack and mouth open at your question. You take his silence as the opportunity to pull him totally free, exposing him to the warm air of the restaurant. Javi leans back and watches you, an intense stare you rarely see with your clothes on and you start moving in earnest. You slide towards him further, bracketing your bodies into the corner of the booth and you watch his pulse thrum under the tight skin of his neck.

You hasten the rhythm and his fingers slip against the wood where they grip the table, the other coming up to cover his mouth in a cough that sounds suspiciously like a groan as you thumb the head of his cock. Your thumb comes back slick and you use it to wet his shaft, now openly staring at Javi as he slowly falls apart under your hands…well hand.

You can tell he’s close through the frantic look in his eye, hesitant to release in such a public setting but you coax it out of him, running your lips against his neck and kissing him lightly as you say, “Come on Jav, cum for me, make a mess all under this fancy table.” and he does.

You've got to give the guy credit, he’s dead silent and you know how loud the man can be when he cums. He hunches slightly and gasps, chin tilted downwards as he watches himself release all over your fist and drip onto his pressed slacks. He squeezes his eyes shut, biting his tongue as you keep the pressure, knowing how sensitive he gets once he's cum. He opens his eyes, cheeks slightly pink in embarrassment and arousal and he sets his gaze on you.

It’s like the spell is broken and with that as he pushes your slick hand away and shoves himself back in, hips rising as he closes the zipper and button then grabs the napkin from his side, offering it to you with a raised brow, urgency clear on his face.

You notice the waitress just beginning to come over with the food and you offer Javi a wink before sticking your fingers in your mouth and sucking, popping your fingers clean with a smirk as the waitress comes over with the plates.

Javi is speechless.

You knew she must’ve seen something so you offer an apology as Javi still stares at you gobsmacked, “Sorry! Red wine gets everywhere sometimes and with these prices, I’m not wasting a drop!”

She laughs politely and set your food down as she begins to saunter away, pouting slightly when she notices Javi’s full attention is focused on you now rather than her backside.

You pick up your knife and fork and start eating, ignoring the shell shocked Javier at your side. He finally brings himself out of his stupor and grabs his plate, forcefully shovelling some pasta into his mouth before leaning across and hissing, "You've got five minutes to eat then we're leaving."

You frown, "But we just got here!"

Javi laughs darkly, "Oh we aren't leaving here cariño, just the table because after that stunt you just pulled? I'm taking you to that bathroom and fucking you, not in silence," He laughs again, "Fuck that. I'm going to make you moan for me so loudly that everyone in this god damn place will know exactly what you've been doing."

It's your turn to be stunned into silence.

"And then? We are coming right back here for dessert. I want everyone to know what a bad girl looks like after she's been thoroughly fucked."

He continues eating.

You stare at your food. Your pussy throbs at Javi's words and your head swims with the images he's presented. You hear him chide from beside you, "quedan cuatro minutos, mi amor..."

You've never eaten something so fast in your life.

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I dedicate this also to @rattlethe-stars because both of us are slaves to Javier Peña and we have no shame in admitting it.

#javier pena #javi pena #narcos fic #javier pena x you #javier pena x reader #javier pena imagine #javier pena drabble #javier pena x female reader #javier pena smut #javier pena fic #pedro pascal character fic #pedro pascal

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moxfirefly · 3 years

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Ssssooooo I'm gonna keep the "only one bed" trope train and ask for it with maybe Heisenberg? I know you're obsessed with him dont even deny it uwu

*vibrates excitedly* oh BOY!!!!! Thank you Dia, you always gimme the prompts my little heart wants. Shout out to @akumaalert I hope you don’t mind but I wanted to include Karl’s powers being on the fritz due to, sensations, and that wouldn’t be possible if it weren’t for your brilliance!

I’m going off the friggin rails here so,

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

There was a voice in the back of your head that sounded too much like your mother.

It kept yelling at you that this was unsavory, that this wasn’t modest of you and your teachings. Who were you to lie with a man? A man you weren’t bound to, a Lord on top of it. All those sinful talks in the big black book circled your mind like vultures.

But he had offered, no?

It was pouring out after all, a big bad storm complete with thunder and gusts of wind that would’ve blown you away probably.

The nature of this friendship? Complicated, very very complicated. You had racked your brain over it as you had buttoned up one of his shirts and climbed into his bed just as another clap of thunder sounded. It made you scurry, somewhat not as elegantly as you may have liked but nevertheless it didn’t stop him from laughing at you.

For such a large factory it only housed one bedroom which just so happened to be his own. He had every intention of sleeping somewhere else, some way, but you had insisted that it wasn’t fair. The storm wasn’t his fault or your own, the living accommodations weren’t either.

So here you were.

In bed with Karl Heisenberg.

Falling a sleep had proven quite difficult, the insistent slide of pencil on paper, the storm and its monstrous sounds. There was a distant revving of something you couldn’t quite name.

You turned to face Heisenberg with every intention of passing the time.

Or at least to help yourself to ogling him.

Your mother voice rang again.

Unsavory, so unsavory.

But he was there, shirtless, sturdy, muscle in his arms and missing those damned shades for once. Whatever he was scribbling had his undivided attention, as you snuck a glance you saw drawings instead of words.

He could draw?

Rather good too.

“What is that?” You tried to lift your gaze but a large hand fell on the page to obscure your snooping. “Nothing, just ideas” He flipped the page, the white of it begging for ink.

“My apologies… I didn’t know you could draw though” He could still see curiosity adorned in your gaze, a noticeable silence falling as your stared up at him. You wanted something, that’s all he could tell.

“…What do you want me to draw?” He huffed out, even if you excitedly sat up in bed and rested against the headboard with a big smile. “Hmm, surprise me or maybe draw me?” You chuckled but went quiet when you watched him scoot down to the end of the bed onto his side. He flipped open the note book again and squinted at you.

“How opposed are you to taking your clothes off?” He smirked and in turn you rolled your eyes.

“Depends, let’s see how well you draw me first” You shot back with every intent of dishing out what he was. Heisenberg chuckled before picking up the pen to start on the newest blank page. “You better keep your mouth shut about this, don’t want villagers lining up to get my works of art” His movements seemed almost mechanical, eyes occasionally lifting to meet you as he did. “There’s enough pictures of your mother in everyone’s homes, hm?” You watched his eyes roll again but he remained silent, he stole another glance at you, eyes roaming your chest now.

Something about that made your skin warm, a nice blush found itself onto your cheeks.

“You draw everyone woman you get into bed?” You asked rather quietly, the small pin prick of jealousy manifesting in your fingertips.

“No, much to your surprise I don’t have all the women of this village in here for sleepovers” His gaze fell to your now exposed legs and the urge to cover them increased but he was quick to tap the end of his pen on your approaching hands. “Stop moving,” He returned to the notebook with a concentrated chew on the inside of his cheeks. The strands of silvery hair fell in front of his eyes and you wished that maybe you too possessed the ability to draw and capture him.

He was handsome.

Those pesky sinful thoughts found you again and with that came the urge to do something about it.

“You better fucking like it, this is reserved for projects after all” He let the pen rest on the bed and flipped the note book towards you.

Your eyes went wide.

It was a sketch, not polished but there in the scribbly lines of black was your face and your body. The messy details perfectly representing you. Your drawn eyes stood out to you, the slight fall of his shirt on your shoulder stood out to you, the way he took more time to detail your legs stood out to you.

“Is that stunned silence? It’s shit isn’t it?” He glared at the page, eyeing up all its faults but you were quick to move and shake your head. “It’s not shit! I’m just- Karl this is beautiful, you’re talented” You observed the image again, a small crinkle at the corners of your mouth.

“I’d ask to keep it but-“ He took the notebook back, not relenting even as you pouted. “Nope, I like this, all I usually have on here is ugly inventions” And corpses, he obviously left that out. He continued to admire the drawing before he grinned, letting hazel eyes fall on you from above the notebook. “Well?” He simply asked and you knew.

“Might come back here for the nude study if you’re going to make me look this nice” You shamelessly flirted back. Heisenberg laughed, a true sound with not ill intentions. “Well I’m sure arrangements can be made” He closed the note book but his eyes soon found your own, close enough that he could smell the oils that had touched your skin this evening. With a bite to your lower lip and a steadying beat of your heart you leaned in close to him. Heisenberg’s lips pursed momentarily, the anticipation of your lips coming down on his own making something electric pulse inside of him.

But you stopped, an inch away from his lips.

His brows furrowed at being denied and that fact that you found that so endearing made you muffle a laugh between your tight lip smile.

Of course, he had to make you shudder, rub his knuckles across your cheek and dig his fingers into he back of your head. “What, pup?” His voice was barely a whisper, the sounds vibrating against your bottom lip and chin. The gentle nudge to close the distance left you breathless.

His lips were surprisingly soft, the scar noticeable against your lips but the bumpy tissue only served to make you melt against him. It was short, several gentle touches that made you shiver as you felt his nails scratch into your scalp.

Pressing your forehead to his own you sighed, want was there and he could feel it, taste it against your lips, feel it in the shiver on your flesh. A small zap hit your skin and the small yelp that escaped you only served to make him chuckle. “Did you just- was that electricity?” Your skin felt prickly suddenly, he only grinned more like a mad dog. Heisenberg wrapped an arm around your waist and yanked you beneath him, the series of shrieks you let out only making him laugh more. “You can be such a beast” They way your hands landed on his bare chest to smack him was short lived.

Some retaliation was to be had. So you scratched your nails down his body before landing on his waist. The tremble of his arms as he held himself above you made you smile. With a gentle nudge of your knee you trapped him in between your legs, pulling him down onto you by his waist. He huffed, hair falling and obscuring his heated gaze. It was instinct, to wrap your arms around him and feel his so warm and soft and strong against you. The scratchiness of his beard was felt at your neck, along with that his teeth meeting warm skin.

He sucked a bruise onto your neck with a roll of his hips.

“Do you want me?” He grumbled against your pulse, tongue soothing the bruise.

You nodded, digging your nails into his waist before dragging them up his back.

“No, no, pup” He nosed your ear, teeth finding your lobe with a gentle tug. “I need to hear it, use your words” It was almost a purr, enough to goosebump your skin and lift your hips.

“Want you, want you so much, please…” You exposed your neck more for him, felt his lips find your throat. “Good pup” His hands found the neck of the shirt and with one fluid motion you heard and felt all the buttons pop off. He pulled it apart to reveal your chest, he hummed at the sight before him. “Now I should draw this some day” His grin made your cheeks flush again, even more so when he pressed his face against your chest, a rub of his cheek scratching your soft skin.

Lips pressed, tongue drawing patterns as you muffled a whine and grabbed his hair and gave it a gentle tug. “Ka-oh god!” A particular hard bite at your ribs made you grip silver locks with more intention. He groaned at the rough handling of his hair, the strain on his neck as you tugged hard enough that he could see your pupils blown wide for him.

When Heisenberg leaned back, allowed space between both your heated skins, you ached.

Visibly ached.

You followed those talented scarred hands to the front of his trousers, watched as he unbuttoned them slowly. But you couldn’t stay away too long, fingers itched to feel him, to touch every part of him and find out what made him tick. You unrolled what was left of your his shirt and tossed it somewhere off the bed. When he saw your hands go between your legs he palmed himself at the sight of it.

“You want your hand, mhm? Or would you much rather prefer my cock?” He emphasized with a tight squeeze of his hardened length and wordless you replied by removing your hand and reaching for him once more. Ever the asshole, he gripped your hand away and raised his brows, he wanted those verbal answers.

Bastard.

“Your cock, please” Intertwining your fingers with his own you gently brought him back down to you for a long and sensual kiss. Against those lips you whispered, “Inside, want you inside now” just as another clap of thunder hit.

There were more clothes gone, scattered across the room unwanted and unneeded. Heisenberg had every intention of feeling you come apart around him when he entered you slowly. Each hiccuped whine shooting your arms more tightly around him, pressing him down closer to you. The heat he was already exuding was making you break out in a sweat, you felt his hands slide beneath you with a groan the further his slid into you.

He was buried to the hilt, tight heat so perfect he growl against the bruised flesh of your neck. “Fucking good little pup, taking me so good” His filthy words fell against your ear, short but pronounced thrusts making you dig your nails onto his back. “Yesss, don’t be afraid, don’t break so easily baby” Heisenberg leaned his head as far as he could to catch your gaze in all its lust blown glory. He kissed you again, more ferocity, more purpose, all tongues and teeth and demanding bites. The heels of your feet rested at his back side encouraging him deep into you with every thrust he delivered.

Being at the end of the bed doing this felt weirdly interesting, each thrust he gave you made the bed creak, lean away from the wall just a bit, it’s increasing squeak joining the chorus of the storm.

When you dragged your nails down his back, right towards his rear and gripped and moaned loud enough to have him shake, you saw something lift from the corner of your eye. You eyes squinted at the spoon suddenly mid air, you weren’t unaware of his gifts but why was he-

You train of thought was lost to you when he angled his thrusts just the right way to hit your sweetest of spots, every possible question was being tried and language had fallen at the bottom of your list of abilities. You arched into him, neck on display for his teeth to once again find, that tight hold on his rear remained and he seemed to really enjoy it by the sounds and sensations of his heated grunts. “Puppyyy, such a good pup, could stay buried in this hole all week” Oh you would let him, you wanted him in fact, why go back to the village, you’d rather put your days on this bed.

No matter how many dangerous items kept floating about, no matter how his skin felt almost electric as he thrusted into you more feverishly, this is what you wanted.

You wanted him.

“Then do it, oh god just do it please!” He hooked his arms beneath your knees and locked you beneath him either every intention of making your moans louder than the rain. Heisenberg unceremoniously pounded you, every hit making your toes curl and your voice choke up. “Gonna fuck a mess into you, you want it? Mhm?” Dangerous dangerous dangerous!

But you did.

Whimpered a series of broken yes yes yes, at his ear. The bruising hold proved necessarily, you felt your legs shake and stiffen all at once, heard several things sort of just go pop! It dawned on you that it had been the lights but that couldn’t have been the storm-

Your orgasm snuck up on you, quite literally hit you smack in the gut with Heisenberg at his tail end as well, it must’ve been seconds apart from one another. He moaned right against your ear, hips drilling into you with every intention of making you lose your god damn mind. Several objects clattered around you, startling you and in the process making you hold onto him.

His amused chuckle came out in breathless pants, the now darkened room only having a lone candle as the source of light. He gave your hip a gentle tap, “It’s okay, just shit that happens” He sounded somewhat sheepish as you both still panted. You reached up and cupped his sweaty cheek, fingers mapping a crias crossed scar. Here in the dimly lit room he still managed to be the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

You wanted him again.

Wanted all the madness that came with him.

You pulled him down again to show him just that as you kissed him.

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darkazraels · 3 years

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Cassian x Illyrian! reader

Cassian meets his mate.

(pronouns used are they/them)

word count: 1,116

You panted heavily, leaning forwards as you attempted to catch you breath again. You must have been running for miles, desperate to escape the cage you had been locked within for your short life, and for the new one you were soon to be trapped in. And of course, to escape being grounded forever.

Already, due to a lack of true practice, your flight skills weren't good enough to carry you far in the sky, but to have even that permanently taken away from you terrified you. Wing clippings were banned now, but that didn't mean the Lord's didn't still do it. Of course they did. Your father did, and it wasn't like the High Lord was going to swoop in and protect you from him.

And if you had no capability to fly, then there would be no chance of escaping Rhen, the male you were to wed. He was cruel, nearly as cruel as your father, but you knew it would be worse when you married, knew that he would do things that your father wouldn't do — worse things.

That set your feet moving once more, running as your legs burned, as you thought your feet would fall off. What to? You weren't even sure. Even though the chances of being caught were tremendously high, there was still that slither of hope that perhaps you could escape. Perhaps you could reach freedom before they got to you first.

Tears welled in the corners of your eyes. You couldn't go back to that place. You couldn't live your life like that. You didn't want to become a shell of a person like your mother had before she'd passed years ago, did not want to live a life of sadness and oppression. You desperately wanted freedom. What would it feel like? You didn't know yet. But you wanted to find that out.

So despite the pain you carried on running.

As the sky began to lighten, you knew by now that your father and brother's had risen and would be tracking you down. You ran anyways. Perhaps some beast would get to you before they did.

When you finally ran out of the thicket of trees, you slammed hard into something and toppled back onto your behind. You felt only fear as you looked up with bleary eyes at the imposing male.

He was blurred by your tears, but you still saw his warm, brown eyes, his square jaw and dark brown hair tied back by a leather strap. His siphons were bleary, but shone red. All seven of them.

He looked down at you, curiosity and concern etched across his handsome face.

"They're going to take my wings," you choked on a sob.

"Who is?" The general asked, taking a step closer. You'd be a fool not to recognise Lord Cassian. He was one of the two Illyrian's to have that many siphons after all.

"My brothers... my father," you breathed heavily, "please don't let them take me back."

You bottom lip quivered.

He held out a large hand for you, and you looked at it, blinking away your tears.

"I'll take you somewhere safe, I promise."

You met his eyes again, and perhaps it was stupid to do so, but you took the outstretched hand. You grasped his hand, warm callous skin meeting yours, and the rustling of the trees came to a stop. The entire world seemed to pause as you felt something click into place, so strongly that it would have knocked you off of your feet had you been standing. The general staggered back, mouth agape as he looked down at you.

Mates.

Mates were rare, but to be mates with the general of all people… to even have a mate. It was rather baffling.

The word remained at the forefront of you mind. You were mates. With the general no less. You looked up to him, wide-eyed.

Would he take you with him? He had to, no male could abandon their mate, there was no way he'd allow your father or brother's to take your wing, nor Rhen. He would never allow you to marry anyone but him. But what if he would take your wings from you?

The sound of another body landing came from behind you, and you turned to see one of your brothers — Benjin — land.

You tensed, suddenly lifted off of the ground by Cassian and standing on two feet once more as he stood ahead of you. Your brother stopped where he stood, eyeing you, then the general cautiously.

"Y/N isn't well, they needs to come home," he spoke bravely, annoyance there as well, and you had to wonder if he could sense the bond between the two of you or not. You doubted it if he was this bold.

Lord Cassian turned to look at you once more, "do you want to go with him?" he asked loud enough for the male behind to hear.

You shook your head, throat dry, "no."

Turning back to Benjin, Cassian glowered at him, wings flaring a little in a display of intimidation.

"They are engaged to Lord Rhen, general," he told him. If you weren't his mate, perhaps he would send you back with him instead of causing any more tension between the Illyrian's and the High Lord. Rhen was after all a camp Lord, your father his second.

"And they are my mate," Cassian growled, taking a step towards your brother, "so run back home and make it known that the engagement is off."

Your brother clenched his fists at his sides, masking his shock quite well, but thought better of saying anything. A sharp nod of his head and he had left the small clearing.

Cassian turned to you, and you took a step back to better see him as he towered above you.

"Can you fly?" he asked.

You shook your head and shrugged at the same time before speaking quietly, "not that well."

"Can I carry you then?"

You contemplated this for a second, "yes."

His arms wrapped around you tightly, leathers against your thin cotton dress, "I'll take you to my cabin at Windhaven."

You hummed in approval as he pulled you up, wrapping an arm beneath your backside to ensure that your dress wouldn't fly up mid-air.

"Thank you," you mumbled, closing you eyes tightly as your head came to rest against his leathers.

"It was no problem."

His wings extended out, and you regretted not having your eyes open to see how big they were, but before you could think too much about it, you were soaring away in the sky, hopefully on your way to freedom.

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farfromharry · 3 years

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Just like momma | Arvin Russell fic

Summary: The Russell boy with the bad reputation is completely smitten with the girl who’s just as angel-like as everyone remembers his momma to be.

Word count - 3,435

Warnings - language

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“Arvin, stop being silly,” you huffed. He’d been going on the entire car ride about how if you didn’t like the food his Grandma was cooking then all you had to do was say. He’d already made the offer of taking you to a diner after you left to give you a ‘nicer’ meal. “I love Emma’s food, a lot of people do. There’s nothing better than a home cooked meal.”

The car finally came to a stop, Arvin leaping out and rushing around to your side so he could be a gentleman before you could even put your hand on the car door.

He threw his arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your temple with a lingering smirk on his lips.

“I could name a few things,” he muttered in response to your earlier comment. You slapped his chest scoldingly, telling him not to be so mean to the woman that raised him. “‘m just kidding, baby.”

You rolled your eyes, letting him pull you closer to his chest to press kisses onto the top of your head. You wouldn’t admit it to him but you did enjoy being engulfed in his intoxicating scent.

“I guess I should say g’bye now,” he said, pulling you out of your daze. You furrowed your eyebrows, looking up at your boyfriend. He motioned with his hand to the small redhead who was running over to you, already beaming at the sight of her older brother’s girlfriend who she adored.

“Y/N!” the girl yelled, taking your hand and already stealing you away from her brother. Arvin huffed playfully, catching your eye as you were pulled over to the group of girls playing on the patch of grass opposite the Russell’s lawn.

He chuckled, shrugging his shoulders at you as you mouthed the words help me. This happened more or less every time you came over to Arvin’s home.

It’s not that you didn’t adore the eight year old, you did, but you came to spend time with all of Arvin’s family for a change.

The boy now had to go find something else to do to entertain himself while you were immersed in the world of pretend with a group of eight year olds.

He headed inside the house to the kitchen where he could already smell his grandma’s cooking, emerging in the room with a wave to his Uncle. He placed a kiss on Emma’s head as a greeting. “Hey, Grandma.”

“Hi, sweetheart.” Barely even a minute inside and she already had him setting the table for the five of them for dinner, Earskell laughing at the boy who almost had a pouty face.

He laid down the plates in the seats you all normally sat in, moving next to take the cutlery off of his Grandma.

“Where’s that pretty lady of yours?” his Uncle asked, noticing Arvin’s solo entrance that was usually accompanied by you.

“Nora’s got her again.” He let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head like he didn’t expect any less from the child. Just like Arvin was used to it, so were all of the Russells, Lenora barely let an hour go by without bringing you up at least once in the house, especially if she hadn’t seen you for a while.

He kept sending longing looks out of the windows, looking at you and the way your skirt flowed in the wind as you chased Lenora around the grass.

Emma noticed, laughing quietly to herself.

“Go on,” she sighed, shooing him out of the door to go and save you from his minx of a sister. He did just that, rushing outside until he was by the steps of the porch. Arvin didn’t want to interrupt yet, wanting to spend a few minutes admiring you as you laughed with the group of girls. He thought you looked so pretty when you laughed, especially with the way the sunlight beamed onto your face, and the way the wind blew your hair away from your face to give him a better view, almost like it was doing it for him.

He didn’t know how long he was just there watching you with that same dumb, crooked smile on his face the entire time, but it was long enough for his Grandma to come outside with an update on dinner.

“She’s just like your momma,” Emma whispered, leaning against the doorframe, a little way behind Arvin. His big brown eyes, the ones that still resembled that little boy she remembers like yesterday, stared at her so softly.

“Really?” he asked. “I don’t really remember her.”

He sounded so sad, and it made Emma’s heart ache. She walked towards him, holding her arms out to engulf the boy in a hug. He was happy to let her, her head resting on his shoulder lovingly.

“She’s so kind, so pure.” The male couldn’t help but smile a little bit, holding the older woman’s hand against his heart while he watched you play with his younger sister.

Arvin wasn’t shy when it came to admiring you, every chance he could get his eyes on you he would. Emma found it so heartwarming to see, the boy so outwardly showing you this love and affection that had been built up inside of him since he was a child himself.

“I like her Arvy. Think she’s the perfect girl for you.”

Hearing those words from one of the most important people in his life felt like everything fell into place for him. You truly were the woman he was in love with, and he may be young but he couldn’t picture ever loving anyone as much as he did you.

His Grandma placed a kiss on his cheek, patting his arm as she turned to walk away. “Dinner’s in ten, make sure you get them both inside on time, mister.” Emma left him alone after that, heading back inside to continue her cooking.

Arvin still hadn’t taken his eyes off of you, and he wasn’t even sure he could wipe that lovesick smile off of his face.

You could feel his gaze basically burning holes into the side of your head, turning your face away from the sun to lock eyes with the pretty boy.

You flashed him a smile that made his knees weak, a blush blossoming on the apples of his cheeks.

You excused yourself from the group of girls for just a few minutes to go and see what your boyfriend wanted, jogging up the path until you were almost in his reach.

“Hi,” you mumbled, pecking his lips cheerfully. His hands drifted to the middle of your back, holding you near him so you couldn’t run away too quickly, he just wanted to hold you for a little while.

“Grandma says dinner’s in ten. Should probably start heading inside, get cleaned up,” he said. You hummed, resting your head on his chest. His large hand rubbed up and down your back, his lips finding refuge on your forehead.

“You get Lenora, I’ll help Emma?” you bargained, feeling as though you’d only get roped back into playing with the girls if you went back there.

“What if I say no?” he hummed, the corners of his lips twitching upwards into a teasing smirk. You scoffed, pulling back from his warm chest to look into those even warmer eyes.

“I mean, I could always go have dinner at Gene Dinw-“ Arvin cut you off by pressing his lips onto yours before you could even finish the guys name. You laughed into the kiss, the lovely sound making Arvin break into a grin himself.

“I’ll do it, I’ll do it,” he rambled, giving you one last kiss before he walked past you and over to his sister. After the first few times she ignored his calls he gave up trying, choosing instead to throw her over his shoulder and carry her inside himself.

You rolled your eyes at how immature he was, heading inside with an amused smile. You greeted Emma with a hug and Arvin’s Uncle with a smile, helping to dish out her cooking onto everyone’s plates.

“Arvin! Put me down,” Lenora whined, kicking her legs frantically. There was a chorus of laughs as Arvin made a rather grand entrance with the girl wiggling around on his shoulder. Your heart soared at the warm smile on his face that he always refused to show.

He let the girl back down onto her feet, receiving a scolding hit from her in response. You giggled as you watched catching your boyfriend’s eye.

“What are you giggling at, pretty girl?” You squealed as his hands grabbed your hips, pulling your back into his chest. His arms wrapped around your waist from behind, his lips meeting your cheek once before he pulled away and took his seat at the table. You pulled the cap from his head, placing it beside him on the table so he looked more presentable, messing up his hair while you were at it.

He grabbed your hand to stop you, planting a kiss onto your palm as you sat down in the seat beside him.

“Now, who wants to say the Lord’s prayer?” Emma asked. You saw Arvin roll his eyes, but a swift kick to the shin underneath the table was enough to have him quietly apologising.

“I think Arvin would,” you said, grinning widely at the boy who looked at you as if you’d just stabbed him in the back.

“I’ll get you back for that.”

»»——⍟——««

Emma gave you all a break between dinner and dessert, shooing you out of the kitchen so she could focus without Arvin constantly trying to pick at her cake mixture.

“Will you two get outta here,” she said, slapping away Arvin’s greedy hand once again. You chuckled, tugging your boyfriend away from his poor Grandma, letting her cook in peace.

“D’you wanna dance with me, darlin’,” he asked, motioning to the old, beat up record player they had. You didn’t know why Arvin was suddenly in such a good mood but you weren’t complaining. You pretended to think about it for a second, trying to hold back the smile that wanted to take over your face.

“I should really be helpin’ Emma.” He didn’t listen at all. He fiddled with one of the records, hiding it with his body so you couldn’t see the name, letting it be a surprise to you.

The sweet sounds of Lonesome Town played through the record player, filling the room with the soft voice of Ricky Nelson. Arvin looked over his shoulder with an inviting smirk settled on his lips, holding his hands out to you with a teasing shake of his hips to the beat.

You snorted, shaking your head at his sudden goofy persona. “C’mere pretty darlin’, dance with me.”

There was no way you could resist, slipping your hands into Arvin’s much larger ones. The boy pulled you into his chest, his hands laying respectively on your waist while your own snaked around his neck and weaved into the mess of hair at the nape of his neck.

Neither of you really knew how to dance, so you took to simply swaying in time to the music, your foreheads resting against each other. You could hear Arvin faintly singing along under his breath, your heart swelling at this vulnerability he was showing you.

“You ready?” he asked. You furrowed your eyebrows, your question answered before you could even ask.

You let out a loud squeal as he dipped you, holding onto you tightly so you knew he wouldn’t drop you. He pressed a chaste kiss on your lips before helping you back up to your previous stance, noses almost brushing from your close proximity.

“Almost gave a damn heart attack, Arv,” you scolded. He still had that boyish grin on his face that you wanted to wipe off. With a few pokes of his fingers to your ribs though you were laughing along with him, rolling your eyes at your immature boyfriend.

The song finished too quickly for your liking, leaving the sounds of your laughter to fill the room instead.

This was your favourite kind of moment to share with your boyfriend, those romantic gestures that no one would ever expect from the towns ‘bad boy’ Russell boy. They were the ones you held closest to your heart.

Emma’s heart was warm as she watched you both dance in her living room from where she was cleaning up in the kitchen. She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen her Grandson this happy.

“What’re you two doin’?” you heard Lenora’s curious voice before you saw her, seeing the small red haired girl peak her head out from behind her older brother.

You grinned, thinking this could be your opportunity to escape Arvin and go help Emma for a little bit, feeling bad that she’d been doing everything on her own.

“Why don’ you dance with Arvin, hunny?” you asked. He shot you a look, a small frown on his lips as the boy had the idea he was going to get to keep dancing with you, just to another song.

“Y/N,” he tried. You shook your head, watching as Lenora picked out one of the few records on the counter. He sucked it up rather than throwing a tantrum that was unnecessary.

“Arvin I, I don’t know how to dance,” she admitted, looking at her brother shyly. He still smiled down at her, guiding her feet to stand on his shoes, showing that he was going to guide her.

“That boy is completely smitten with you,” Emma whispered, flashing you a smile when she saw the way you got all shy, trying to deny her obvious statement. “And by the looks of it, it’s a two way thing.”

»»——⍟——««

“Crap, look at the time,” you whined, glancing at the clock that rested in the living room. It was much too late for you to be out away from home, your parents were going to kill you. “I should be headin’ home.”

The tired Arvin who you’d been leaning on beside you let out a grunt of protest, pulling you impossibly closer to his body. His grip tightened and you were sure he wouldn’t be letting you go anywhere tonight.

“Jus’ stay, your folks won’t mind.”

It was deeply tempting, his fingers running through your hair and his warm body cuddling yours, you didn’t really want to move at all.

You hummed. “I can’t, not again.”

“Yes you can.”

It was clear that Arvin wasn’t going to budge, so you gave in, accepting that you’d get yelled at by your momma tomorrow. The couch beneath you was growing uncomfortable though, so you were about to insist if you stay, you’re staying in his bed with him.

“Arvin?” you asked, nuzzling your cheek against his shoulder. He whispered a tired ‘yeah’, prompting you to continue. “Can we at least head to bed?”

He sighed, practically forcing his eyes open. The boy took a few minutes to regain himself and his surroundings before he actually gave you an answer to your question. “Yeah, come on.”

Like the gentleman that he is, he helped you up from your comfy position, making sure you were stable on your feet before he let go of you in any way.

His eyes landed on his younger sister who was pretty much passed out not too far away. You chuckled to yourself, noting how peaceful she looked, something you rarely got a lot of in Knockemstiff.

“You head on in, I've got her,” he promised, carefully lifting the child into his arms. You nodded your head, placing a kiss on top of Lenora’s head. “Goodnight sweetheart.”

You were off to Arvin’s room without another word, your tired body craving the boy’s soft, warm bed. It might not have been the biggest bed in the world but that meant you two had to cuddle even closer together to fit, and you loved it.

Lenora’s room was the closest to the living room so within minutes Arvin was tucking her into her bed. He sat down beside her on the bed when he noticed her eyes fluttering open, knowing the girl was gonna need at least some conversation for her to fall back to sleep.

“Arvy?” He hummed quietly, nuzzling his nose against the side of her head affectionately. “I wanna be like Y/N when I grow up.”

He felt his heart swell, looking at the girl like she’d just given him the world. It truly did mean the world to him that she loved you so much, because he completely adored you.

“Then you’ll be a great woman, Nora.” He could gush about you any day of the week, choosing to keep it short this time for the sake of the sleepy girl.

“She’s gonna be a good momma some day.” Her words managed to catch him off guard, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. “What d’you mean by that?” She yawned, covering her mouth with her hand.

“If you two ever have any babies, she’s gonna be such a good momma, just like your momma.” Arvin’s heart ached at the words coming out of his sister’s mouth. How did she know anything about Arvin’s mom? But he also blushed a little at the mention of the two of you having babies together.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it before, but picturing a tiny you and him made him feel all giddy and nervous inside.

“Like my momma?” he questioned.

“Grandma talks about her all the time, she sounds perfect,” she explained. He smiled softly, short images of the bits of his old family he could remember.

“Yeah, she was,” he trailed off. He knew he’d get emotional if he continued on talking about her, so he decided to quickly put a stop to it and let Lenora head to sleep.

“Get some sleep,” he said, placing a kiss on top of her head. He made sure the blankets were tucked right underneath her chin so she wouldn’t get cold before he turned off her lamp.

“G’night Nora.” He pushed himself up off of her bed and started heading to the door. “Goodnight Arvin.”

On his way to his room he did one check on his Grandma, making sure she didn’t need anything, before he headed straight for you.

He could see you already tucked up comfortably in his bed, assuming you’d taken the liberty to change into some of his clothes before you did so.

“What took you so long?” you whined, missing your boyfriend’s warmth. He grinned to himself, pulling his shirt off of his body.

“Was jus’ talkin’ to Nora for a little bit,” he said, slipping on a plain white shirt in place of his other one. You hummed, watching as he walked around the small room doing various things. It felt as though he was trying to avoid getting in his bed and you were growing impatient.

“Well hurry, I miss you.”

He chuckled, rolling his eyes playfully as he pulled back the covers. “You just saw me, darlin’.” You groaned, burying your head in his chest when you could, your arms snaking around his torso to hold him as close as possible to you.

“Shut up.”

“‘s not very nice.” This time it was you rolling your eyes. The idea of sleep began to seem more and more appealing to you, letting your eyes flutter shut as any chatter between you and Arvin died down.

It was quiet for a little while, the whole was dead quiet, and Arvin didn’t know if you were asleep or awake as he traced small circles and patterns on your hip with his thumb.

“I love you, Y/N, so damn much. D’you know that?” Your head was tucked under his chin, allowing you to press a chaste kiss to the skin of his neck, a sign that you were still awake; but barely.

“I do,” you said, breath fanning over his warm skin. You felt his hand glide up until his fingers were threading through your hair, the boy planting a kiss on your hairline. “I love you too, Arvin.”

He waited for you to fall asleep after that, he always waited for you to fall asleep. There was something about knowing you were completely calm and safe that relaxed him.

He felt how your breathing was much more even and your body basically melted into him, all signs that you were out for the night. “Sweet dreams, darlin’.”

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Lil prompt for Lady D and a female reader, can be headcanons or fic as you see best: One of the other lords, maybe Heisenberg to be a little shit, maybe Donna just being sweet, maybe Mother Miranda being a creep, starts flirting with reader whenever they see her, specially in front of Alcina. She's not mad at reader, but she does chase away the flirter, and then decides to show the reader just why being Lady Dimitrescu's consert is the best choice there is.

As stated in my rules, I don't do fic requests nor gendered readers so this shall be like an Imagine and a Gender Neutral reader :D

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Warnings: R18+/NSFT under the cut, Reader is gn and ambiguous, possessive undertones

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It's not like your Lady made her feelings very obvious- let alone concise. You were her Personal Assistant, as she put it. You were to not be harmed by her daughters or herself and were given special treatment, in return you practically followed your Lady like a dutiful pup at the ready. Ready to pour her more wine, provide company, as well as reading the ledgers and working out her books for future trips or schedules.

This meant you were to attend when the Lords and Ladies had discussions. You were quite familiar with all of them by now, politely waiting outside the door when it came down to them getting to business. But this time when you turn to leave, it's Heisenberg who stops you with a, "Hey! Why dontcha stick around, doll? You're practically family, right?"

The word 'family' is seethed. A word caught on the tips of his glinting canines and the thickness of his cigar. It seemed a word he didn't like, but you pause, looking to your Lady who rests in her chair with her quellazaire perched between her gloved fingers. She regards you with a glance over, then a look over to Heisenberg who is patting the spot next to him with another. "Well? Come keep me company."

Alcina gestures for you to follow, and you bow your head politely before approaching the elegant couch. You take your spot next to him, hands folded in your lap and back straight. For the most part, he's shockingly polite as things begin. He doesn't touch you, but he does turn and cup his hand around your ear at some points to murmur to you about what a bore his 'big sister' was being when she'd decline on bringing guests around for more 'testing'.

His voice is low, caressing your skin and making your body shudder. At some point he laughs and it's low and smoky, making you briefly bite your lip. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see your Lady tense her jaw. Her ruby lips thinning and her dark gaze flickering to you.

When the meeting is over, Heisenberg thanks you for your company with a tip of his hat and tucking a piece of paper in your hand as he passes by. When you unroll it, you find it has numbers scribbled on it. And it had been rather long since you'd had a friend! It was exciting to you.

Especially to feel...wanted. He'd been kind enough, and besides, your Lady had been rather confusing. Some days she'd hold your chin and bow down to your height, pulling you up and let her breath brush your lips as she'd murmur for you to obey. Sometimes you'd walk into the same room as her to perform your duties and she'd scoff at you like you were nothing, shooing you off. And then other days she would offer for you to bathe in her huge bathtub, offering all her luxuries with it and telling you you worked too hard.

Up and down she was. You didn't like games being played with you. But it didn't seem you'd have to wait much longer for that.

!NSFT under cut here!

"I don't like the way he requested your company," Alcina begins that night as she sits at her vanity. You take care in taking the pins out of her hair, her sitting in a white night gown that's rather modest despite her ample cleavage. "He's a child, my dear. He takes what is mine and breaks it-"

"What is yours?" You question without thinking as you let her hair tumble down her shoulders. You stumble a bit on the stool you're standing on when you catch her golden gaze in the mirror, seeing just the way she narrows her eyes at your question and you stumble with your words. "W-what I mean to say is, My Lady- I-I-"

"Perhaps I have not been clear, pet. Forgive me for making that mistake." Her voice is eerily calm when she speaks, standing from her seat and turning to face you. Even on the stool you only come up to chest height at best, and you swallow thickly. Her cold fingers grasp your chin, tipping it up towards her as her large thumb swipes across your lips and makes your cheeks flush. "I shall correct that immediately."

You're lifted from where you stand. Practically thrown onto the bed as your heart races. You find yourself pinned beneath her, one hand cradling your head, the other pressed into the bed by your side. Her lips linger near yours, a quiet request, and you can't help but appreciate she's ensuring you want this too.

When your lips meet, you can taste the thick wine upon her tongue when she licks into your mouth. You're kissed until your mouth is smeared with her lipstick, her lips trailing down your neck and her words filthy yet sweet in your ear. Claiming you, telling you to say her name- her rightful name, no pleasantries. To call for her, to let her know who you belong to.

Your legs end up yanked over the side of the bed, held apart and her face between your legs. It doesn't matter how much you squirm and beg, she won't let you cum until you're calling her name. Licking and kissing you raw, moaning into you about your divine taste, making you feel higher and higher with each orgasm.

By the end of it, you're covered in her lipstick and trembling head to toe. Watching her tidy herself up in her vanity with small dabs of her lipstick and her piercing gaze following the way you shudder and shake with your legs splayed still. "Any other foolish questions, my dear?"

"None, My Lady." You breathe in return.

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