#bi-cot

[tiptapricock]

Bishang / Coldsoul headcanons please, with a pinch of angst please. :3

(ID in ALT)

Two of you (2 of you) and aBSOLUTELY!! BiShang nation let’s gOO!! (As usual playing fast and loose w timeline setting, also this is longer than the others since it was requested twice n also these two r harder for me to explain)

Send me some Mortal Kombat characters/ships for some nsfw hcs!

Ig warnings for: double sided extremely possessive and toxic sex, rough sex, violence as a metaphor/descriptive parallel for sex, and mild pet play kink

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At their core they are a harsh chemical reaction; acid sparking on ice, steam bursting through bone

It is an acrid attraction, one Bi-Han has great distaste for and yet can’t seem to pull himself from

The sorcerer is… infuriating

He is a man who always acts as if he is one step ahead, mockingly magnanimous in his offers to the Lin Kuei and to Bi-Han himself. But he is also an alliance that would be foolish to forgo, and so… Bi-Han endures

They work together. Intimately. And every second is torture

Shang Tsung cannot keep his mouth shut or his hands to himself. A smug smirk flicks in and out of Bi-Han’s periphery at all times, the light drag of deft fingertips ghosting over his shoulders and waist as they pour over maps of Earthrealm and Outworld together, planning their strategies of attack

Shang Tsung comments on his fighting, his legacy, questions if Bi-Han will truly be able to beat his brother after all this time. He is snide with his inflection and yet never doubts him out loud, always slipping out from underfoot with mirth in his eyes and a gentle squeeze to Bi-Han’s neck

It is all a game to Shang Tsung. He finds it entertaining to press the right buttons, to pull the right strings, and watch as Bi-Han builds himself into overworked fury

Pent up. Cool to the touch, but humming under Shang Tsung’s palms

It is only a matter of time before he breaks, before the taut line of his jaw snaps into something unrestrained, and Shang Tsung awaits it eagerly

It does not take long for Bi-Han’s patience to run out

They are planning a strike on a resource shipment between the realms, and Shang Tsung makes some offhand comment about how the Lin Kuei may finally show their true honor again, if they pull this off well, when Bi-Han cuts him off with a growl

He shoves Shang Tsung roughly against the wall, crowding against his back and pinning his wrists with a grip that stings

Yes, this is what he was waiting for

“You will degrade me no longer, Sorcerer,” Bi-Han breathes into his ear, the cool mist rolling off his tongue making Shang Tsung shiver in anticipation

Shang Tsung only laughs, flicking his hair away as he turns to bare his neck further. “How intimidating,” he says bluntly. “I truly am terrified.”

Bi-Han growls again, and what follows is a flurry of ice and teeth

It is rough and angry and cold, no real sense or direction, only action driven by arousal and anger. It is nails digging into a fresh itch in an attempt to sate it, to quell the rising heat coiling in Bi-Han’s gut

Shang Tsung will not hold power over him, he should be at his feet, serving him, taking him, and Bi-Han will make sure to put him in his place

Shang Tsung is only amused, though, satisfaction rising in his chest as Bi-Han ruts himself against Shang Tsung’s ass, jagged nails digging cool lines into his open throat

He cannot help but laugh between pleased gasps as Bi-Han works himself up more, goading him on with his own grinds back and a hand skirting back to find his ribs

What good results, he thinks to himself

Their dynamic only devolves from there

Fervent and possessive, Bi-Han tries again and again to quell Shang Tsung’s repeated mockery, to remind him who, between the two of them, leads an army

Shang Tsung does not listen

Every time Bi-Han believes he has proved a point, has taught Shang Tsung where he truly belongs, the man only seems to enjoy it more, encouraging him to continue

“How good for you are for me.”

“Did you enjoy that, Grandmaster?”

“Smile, dear thing.”

No matter what he does—restraining him, yanking his hair, forcing him down to take Bi-Han in his mouth, claiming him at a brutal pace—Shang Tsung takes it all

There is no punishment with him, only reward, only an endless cycle of touches and smiles and subtle comments as if he is the one in control, as if he has the right to disobedience

It only fuels Bi-Han’s fervent desire to tear him apart even more

If not with his hands, then with his teeth

If not with his teeth, then with his cock

Shang Tsung will not defy him, Bi-Han will make him listen

He is an obstacle to break, a soldier to put in line

But to Shang Tsung, Bi-Han is… a challenge

He is a pet to domesticate, a wild thing to trap beneath his thumb

And what a wonderful pet at that

He reacts exactly how he should, easy to maneuver in his frustration, taking what he wants under the belief that it was ever his to want to begin with

And that is a good game to play for awhile. Shang Tsung enjoys the sex, the cold press of wet skin, the rough marks left on his shoulders and back when Bi-Han’s nails grow frosted and sharp. But everything grows old eventually

He finds himself bored, and decides to leave no misunderstandings between them about their dynamic

The next time Bi-Han tries to press him into bed, Shang Tsung moves around him and shoves him down himself

He restrains him before he can react, the chains glowing slightly around his wrists, tugging his arms above his head and tight to the headboard

“Now I know you’ve had your fun,” he says, adjusting his sleeves, “but let’s be honest, it’s grown repetitive. I don’t believe you’re learning.”

Bi-Han pulls against his restraints, his muscles taught as the chains shake. “What are you on about, sorcerer?”

Shang Tsung clicks his tongue, climbing onto the bed to straddle Bi-Han’s hips and tilt his chin up with a firm grip

“Now, now, pet. That is where the teaching comes in.”

Shang Tsung takes his time feeling Bi-Han’s body, undressing him, making him arch into his touches and shiver as his nails scrape over his sides

“There you are my dear…” he praises. “Very good.”

He kisses every inch of skin, his hand pushing over Bi-Han’s scalp to undo his hair, his movements precise and heated as he undoes their clothing and moves to ride him

It is a night to show Shang Tsung’s control, to leave no illusions about this, and it is not the last

He does not allow Bi-Han to take anymore, he is only taken, Shang Tsung maneuvering them each time to the same place until he understands

Training takes time, after all

Some days Bi-Han falls into it easier. He cannot deny the loss of control is alluring. The weight off his shoulders, the rush of Shang Tsung guiding his movements and praising him in equal measure. Other days, he is too irritated to sink away, and he keeps grit between his teeth until the inevitable finish

“You are mine, Bi-Han,” Shang Tsung murmurs against his mouth, tugging his lip between his teeth, every drop back down onto his cock deep and languid. “Do not forget that.”

“You will never own anything, Shang Tsung,” Bi-Han bites back. “I am no one’s property.”

“My dear…” Shang Tsung leans back to smile almost apologetically, grinding his hips down and hearing Bi-Han’s breath hitch beneath him. His hand trails idly to squeeze at his throat. “You have been for months.”

Bi-Han keens, and for only a moment his mind slips into a place that cedes control

But he snaps himself back

Not tonight. Tonight he is stubborn

Shang Tsung chuckles at the sight, and picks up his pace

It does not stop. They do not stop. The reaction continues, the push and pull, the mutual need to prove

They twist around each other, ever closer, straying shorter from each other’s side every day

There is a rush in their contact, in the sharpness they bring to each other

Bi-Han finds ways to slip around Shang Tsung’s defenses, to pin him down and use him as befits his place, and Shang Tsung reacts by learning, and taking Bi-Han back with his legs spread and his face shoved to the floor

It is sparks and heavy breathing, claws digging deep with the intent to wound in mutual, pulsing, destruction

It is a balance, a dance, one made with rough throats and thick fingers, with heated magic trailing lines of burning green over Bi-Han’s thighs, and icicles scraping over the expanse of Shang Tsung’s chest and stomach as their cocks rut slick against each other, their teeth bared to kill

They cannot break it, whatever this is. They cannot pull away. They cannot exist outside of one another, too far down their own paths of death and revenge, drawn to the addicting tug of pleasure and power they might divine from each other’s viscera

[fallingintheforest]

Charles when Thomas, Alastair and Matthew are in his office confronting him:

[thaoduoctanphathcm]

Mua cốt trà bí đao nguyên chất tại TP.HCM

✅ Sản phẩm cốt trà bí đao 600gram - THAPHACO HCM ✅ Sản phẩm có một mùi thơm nhẹ, màu đẹp và phù hợp cho mọi lứa tuổi ✅Dạng cốt nguyên chỉ cần nấu lên với nước sôi là đã có thể sử dụng được ( dạng như cao) ✅ Khối lượng tịnh: 600gram ( THAPHACO có cung cấp 1 thùng 30 gói) ✅ Hướng dẫn sử dụng

[themidnightcrimson]

skirt ࿏ wm

summary: in which wanda gets a little too handsy during a small party.

words: 4.5k

warnings: top!wanda, fingering (r receiving), semi-public sex, severely gay ogling, reader being a fuckin simp

this fic is for 18+ only. minors dni.

masterlist.

Steve had unfortunately complained to Tony that the parties he always held in his huge, modern, techno mansion were not intimate enough. Tony, always ready to take complaints from Steve with a cheeky attitude, passed the message along to Pepper who decided to truly make something cozier for everyone.

Tony’s parties were pretty much bi-weekly at this point, every other Friday night. The team almost always showed up in entirety, and the regularity of it was becoming sentimental to some of you. Even Tony was starting to plan them: “You guys gotta try this whiskey. I’ll bring it next Friday” or “I swear, Cap, I’m gonna put you in a suit on Friday and shoot you up to Mars.” It was cute.

Tonight, instead of drinking and playing poker around Tony’s in-house bar room, Pepper had set up something beautiful outside. You’d arrived at the party with Nat, stepping through the back patio of Tony’ mansion and seeing something set up in his backyard. Tied between two trees was a large white screen, and several yards in front of it was a projector mounted onto the roof of the patio, pointed right towards the screen.

In front of the screen, on the lush, freshly-trimmed grass yard, was a whole bunch of pillowy chairs with blankets cast over them, set up like little cots. To the side of the arena was a little hot dog stand that also had a big red and golden popcorn machine currently popping popcorn attached to its hip, as well as a large futuristic-looking cooler full of ice and bottled drinks. There was even an attachment on the front of the hot dog stand with an array of candy bars.

Strung above the entire arena were strings of fairy lights going in every direction, tied between trees and the railing of the patio porch. The sun hadn’t quite set yet, but they were already turned on, providing cute little lights above the cozy scene. It was the homiest thing you’d ever seen at Tony’s home.

“My god,” Nat remarked as she looked around, looking as shocked as you. “It looks like Tony’s planning on proposing to all of us at the same time tonight.”

“I would say yes,” Banner said, coming up beside you and gawking up at the lights. He ran down the steps of the patio and towards one of the fluffy chairs made of pillow, throwing himself down on it and squishing it to the ground. You could hear his sigh of comfort from the patio.

“Do you guys like it?” Pepper asked, coming out of the house. “There’s more food and snacks inside if you guys want anything that’s not out there.”

“I feel like I’m experiencing my first American sleepover,” Nat said, turning to Pepper. “It’s great, really!”

It was cute seeing Nat get so excited like that. Steve showed up behind Pepper and had the same reaction as everyone else, even tearing up a little bit. When Tony reluctantly entered the patio, Steve gave him a slap on the shoulder. “This is really great, Tony. Really great.”

Tony tightly smiled and quickly went back into the house to avoid any more sentiment.

Since the few of you were the first to arrive, you all stayed on the porch and made conversation while waiting for everyone else to show up. It was a chilly spring night, the wind picking up and every once in a while catching the black skirt you were wearing. It was that annoying time of year, of course, where you would have been sweating during the day but now you were shivering at night. You wished you had worn pants instead of a skirt. You didn’t know you’d be thanking yourself later for the opposite.

You had been discreetly waiting for someone the entire time. As more people lingered through the back door into the backyard, you nervously glanced at each figure and hoped it’d be the one you wanted it to be, but it never was.

And then you knew. You didn’t see her, or hear her name, or any other evidence that she was there other than the fact that the pit in your stomach grew and there was a tingling sensation across your nerve endings. The witch always had that affect on you. You didn’t know if it was a spell or something, or maybe you were just acting like a crush-stricken schoolgirl, but you had a habit of always knowing when Wanda entered a room.

Surely enough, through the tinted windows lining the back porch, you could see a flash of red hair making its way towards the back door, that smile you had memorized greeting people as she stepped between them. A shiver crawled its way up your lower spine as the door opened and that face stepped through, the one you’ve been dreaming about, the one that haunts you, the one that twists your stomach into knots when you see it because it makes you think of all the times you’ve touched yourself with that face in mind.

Wanda stepped onto the porch, her hair in wavy locks down her shoulders. She was wearing a soft, light pink sweater that probably looked like off-white to everyone else in the dusk light, but you paid enough attention to know it was pink. It matched the gentle pink in her cheeks, and in her lips…

You and Wanda’s…”situation” was only just blossoming. After months and months of tense friendship and subtle flirting, you’d finally broken the ice when you’d shared a drunken makeout session at one of the parties. You found Wanda to be much bolder than you’d expected her to be, but it invigorated you so. She knew how to keep you on the edge but give you enough to keep you satisfied. She hadn’t fucked you yet, though she’s gotten close. You’ve felt her mouth, and her thigh, but she hadn’t touched you with her hands yet. Her hands.

It was embarrassing when Nat had to snap you out of it. You’d been staring at Wanda since she’d entered the backyard space and got caught up in a conversation with someone else on her way to greet you. You weren’t even sure if she’d seen you yet, but with how sly the witch was, you were sure she was fully aware of everything.

“Hey, you’ve got a little drool there,” Nat said, motioning to her own chin while looking at yours. You blushed and rolled your eyes, taking a deep breath and turning your back on Wanda. Even though she still hadn’t looked at you, you swore you could feel her eyes burning into your back.

“Shut up,” you whispered, crossing your arms and shivering slightly in the cold.

Like clockwork, you suddenly felt a warm arm wrap itself around your shoulders. God, you even recognized her touch now.

Looking up, you saw Wanda appear beside you, her arm slung over your shoulder and pulling you into her gently. You felt the softness of her sweater and her hair against your arm as you were overcome with her cologne. It was sweet but deep, and it made you melt every time you smelled it because it reminded you of all your moments with her.

Wanda smiled down at you, and you half-expected her to lean down for a kiss, but she didn’t. You weren’t public yet, though Nat knew the extent of it, and everyone else had just assumed. They all thought that if you weren’t fucking, it was at least obvious that Wanda wanted to, and no one would dare get in the way of that. This was all without your knowledge, of course, because you were innocent and naïve and thought that no one had any clue about it except for Nat. That was one thing that Wanda liked about you.

“Hey there,” Wanda smoothly said in almost a whisper. Every time you get close to her for the first time, you feel like you’re seeing her for the first time all over again. Her sparkling green eyes, soft lips turned in a self-assured smile, structured cheekbones, her cute little nose. It all made you swoon like a schoolgirl.

“Hi,” you squeaked, feeling your face get hot all over.

Wanda gave a breathy chuckle, obviously picking up on your little squeak. She gave a little space between you for a moment to let her eyes rake down over your figure. They landed at your hips, and her smile faded, turning almost crooked for a moment before she licked her lips and pursed them. “Hmmmm,” she hummed, pulling you into her again, a little tighter now. “You look so fucking good,” she hissed, leaning down towards your ear. You felt her breath fan against your ear, and then her lips grazed it, before she turned away, stiffening as if trying to hold something in. You watched her jaw flex, the muscles straining in her swan neck as she inhaled deeply.

You weren’t sure what exactly was going through the witch’s mind, but your body was burning all over. It almost pained you how you always had such a physical reaction to Wanda.

Wanda did not let go of you. Even as she lingered around the patio, even as people came up and made conversation, she kept you under her arm like her own pet bunny. You felt safe like that, tucked into Wanda, letting her lead the conversations while you just leaned against her soft sweater and inhaled her sweet perfume. The duality of Wanda’s gentle physique but domineering nature made your head dizzy.

Wanda was like a bee to honey to you for the entire time that you and everyone else waited for the party’s population to be dense enough to start a movie on the large projector screen. Finally, once the sun had set and only left an orange streak at the bottom of the sky, Tony came back out onto the patio and, fully equipped in his suit, stuck his hands out to the side and levitated up towards the projector. Halting mid-air, the face of the suit flipped away to reveal Tony’s face.

“Greetings and welcome to the lamest party Tony Stark has ever thrown,” Tony announced, earning several laughs throughout the small crowd of people before flipping the projector on and flying away.

Light illuminated onto the screen, and an old black-and-white Hollywood movie began playing on the screen. People made their way over to the little cots set out on the lawn, while some stayed on the patio pretending to be the adult part of the crowd.

“Want some snacks?” Wanda whispered in your ear, to which you gave a dumb nod, too focused on the way her hand slid down to your waist and gripped it.

Wanda led you over the little hot dog stand that shone like a beacon in the darkening lawn, apart from the light from the movie. You were about to tell Wanda that you wanted popcorn and Skittles, but she somehow beat you to it. “A bag of popcorn and some Skittles,” she told the guy behind the stand. Nodding, he began to load up a bag of buttery popcorn as you looked up at Wanda in confusion to how she knew what you wanted.

Mind-reading can be useful in many ways, kitten.

You thought Wanda had spoken, since you had heard her voice, but her lips didn’t even move and her voice sounded like it was behind you. Your eyes widened in realization that Wanda was using mind-reading on you for the first time—though it actually was about the hundredth time that she’d pried in on your cerebral. It was the telepathic communication that was happening for the first time, but she thought your confusion on the terms was cute.

“Thanks,” Wanda told the guy as he handed you the warm bag of popcorn. She took a bag of Skittles and two bottles of soda and placed her hand on your lower back, her warm palm ushering you towards a cot in front of the screen.

She decided to choose one a little off to the side, spaced out more from any others. It was a double, basically a large pillow in the shape of a chair that could hold two people.

“This is so fun!” you exclaimed, hopping down on the cot and sighing at how soft it was, understanding now why Banner was so relaxed when he had jumped onto one. There was even a little basket beside the chair that held a large, fluffy blanket folded up. Pepper had truly gone all out.

Wanda plopped down beside you, her warm body instantly melting into yours as her weight into the pillowy chair dipped you down closer to her. The redistribution of weight had moved you in a way that your skirt hiked up your legs.

Wanda’s eyes flickered to your skirt, her pupils swarming. You blushed and pulled your skirt down to cover yourself, discreetly watching Wanda blink and force herself to look away. She leaned back in the chair, snaking her arm behind you and curling it around your waist, which only deepened the blush on your cheeks.

Reaching towards your lap, Wanda took a piece of popcorn from the bag you held between your legs and popped it into her mouth. You took a piece and moved it towards your mouth, but suddenly her hand stopped you.

“Nuh uh,” she said quietly, taking the popcorn from between your fingers. “Let me do it.”

You froze, staring at her face that was so close. It was illuminated by the projection on the screen, her green eyes darker than usual.

“Open your mouth,” she whispered, her eyes flickering down to your lips. There was a hunger in her eyes as she watched you hesitate before slowly opening your lips, your heart beating twice faster in your chest. Wanda brought the popcorn to your mouth, letting your tongue take it. You were surprised when, as you felt the texture of the popcorn on your tongue and the butter flooded your taste buds, the tips of Wanda’s fingers lingered in your mouth. As you attempted to close your lips, they only closed around her fingers, tasting the extra salt left behind on them. Your face grew red and hot as you watched Wanda smirk, pushing her fingers in just a miniscule bit further, her own lips parting in infatuation as she watched your lips suction around her fingers.

“Good girl,” she whispered, slowly dragging her fingers out of your mouth.

As if nothing happened, as if you weren’t sitting there blushing and sweating and feeling the space between your legs get warm, she went back to simply eating the popcorn and staring up at the screen.

Clearing your throat, you forced yourself to stop staring at this blasted woman who just teased you so easily and tried to focus on the movie.

Wanda’s handsy-ness wasn’t too extreme during the first half of the movie. It was only her arm around your waist, her hand rubbing your back sensually, her fingers softly combing through your hair and pulling on it hard once or twice just to get a squeak out of you, to which she pressed a discreet kiss to your neck. It was like she was just playing with you. It was like she was just playing with her food.

It wasn’t until halfway through the movie, when there was no sight of any sunlight in the dark night sky, that Wanda strengthened her moves on you.

Under the pretty fairy lights, as everyone else started to calm down and really settle into the movie, a chilly night breeze sewed itself through the air. It flittered over your exposed legs, causing you to shiver. Wanda, who’d been trying not to ogle your thighs all night, couldn’t help but see the goosebumps on your tender skin.

“You cold?” she asked in a soft, sweet tone. When you nodded, she reached over to the basket and brought out the large, thick blanket, draping it over the both of your laps. The warm, soft blanket was such a relief to your cold legs, and with Wanda’s body also available to you as a heater, you felt so cozy and safe.

Then Wanda’s hand reached under the blanket and rested on your thigh, her palm curving around it. The action made you stiffen, your skin growing exponentially warmer where her hand touched. The intimacy of the action sent shimmers through you, and you tried to beat back the little smile on your face.

Wanda, on the other hand, was trying not to smirk. She was more purposeful than you gave her credit for, but again, your naivety was what fueled her to see just how much she could get away with.

You were trying your hardest to ignore her hand on your thigh until it suddenly shifted upwards, pushing your skirt up with it. You gasped quietly. Her hand was all the way up your thigh now, gripping your flesh firmly. Her fingers were wrapped into the inner most tender part of your thigh, pressing into the soft skin there.

The heat between your legs amplified with how close Wanda was to it. You couldn’t help but nervously glance around, afraid that somehow someone had seen her hand grab your thigh under the thick blankets. Luckily, no one was looking. The closest person to you was Nat, but she was watching the film with her head tilted and arms crossed, obviously trying to analyze it like she did with most films.

“Wanda,” you whispered, glancing up at her to see that she was already staring at you darkly.

“What, princess?” she asked innocently.

The name struck you like a bullet of white hot fire in the pit of your stomach. She watched you seriously, a smirk twitching the corners of her lips, as she tightened her grip on your thigh. It stung a little, her fingertips digging so hard into that sensitive inner flesh of your thigh, that you almost squeaked.

“If you want to make noises for me, then do it, babygirl,” she lilted, and you almost gasped when her hand slipped fully under your skirt. You squirmed a little, but she looked at you threateningly. “Don’t move.”

Your breathing grew heavy as you looked around again, feeling that for sure someone was looking this time. No one was.

No one will see, detka.

Wanda’s voice was in your head again. You sharply turned to look at her, but she was staring at the screen now.

Suddenly, you felt something under the covers spreading your thighs open. You hadn’t even realized you’d been squeezing them together, but as you looked down at the blanket, you saw a hint of red glaring through it as your legs spread themselves wide open. She was using magic to open you up for her. Out of impulse, you tried to slam them shut, but her magic held you there, the red glare dissipating so as to not draw attention to what was happening beneath the blanket.

Be still.

You bit your lip as you felt Wanda’s hand cup you under your skirt, her palm pressing into your fabric-covered core. Your breath quivered out of both nervousness and pleasure when she found your clit through your panties and slowly rubbed it.

I can feel how wet you are through your panties, princess. Her voice was even husky in your head.

You tried to keep still as Wanda rubbed your sensitive nub, looking around again to see that still no one was looking at you. But the fact that anyone could look over at the wrong moment, see part of Wanda’s arm stretched towards your lap under the blanket, seeing shapes inappropriately moving under the fabric, instilled a sense of fear into you that seemed to propel your desire.

Good girl, just keep being still for me. I know how bad you’ve been wanting this. You’ve dreamed so much of my fingers.

God, how did she know? Had she been spying on you?

Her fingers dipped down your fabric-covered slit, tickling there for a moment and feeling the wet spot forming on your panties. You were soaking by now, you could feel it, and it only got worse when Wanda started to push your panties to the side.

You started to open your mouth to tell her no, that she shouldn’t do that in front of everyone at a party, that anyone could look over and see and that it’d be so embarrassing, but her voice was quick to reprimand you.

So what if someone sees? I’ll let anyone know that you’re all mine.

With that, her fingers successfully slipped under the thin, stretchy fabric of your panties and met your soaking cunt. You heard Wanda let out a tense breath as she seeped her fingers through your sopping folds, her jaw flexing again.

You’re so fucking wet, babygirl. Her voice growled within your head, dizzying you.

You glanced around nervously, almost thinking someone was looking at you, but finding that no one was still. You felt so nervous about it, so paranoid, but your feverishness was mostly just from Wanda’s fingers rubbing your bare clit now, moving your wetness all around.

I’ve been wanting to feel your pretty cunt for so long. You just had to wear this slutty little skirt tonight, hmm?

Heat burned throughout you as Wanda’s fingers moved towards your entrance, circling it. You stiffened a little, not knowing exactly what to expect from her. You had to force yourself to not gyrate against her hand, to not turn to her and beg for her to just do it, to not moan out loud. It was especially hard not to do the last thing when Wanda’s fingers thrusted inside you.

“Oh—” you started, until Wanda’s magic snapped your mouth shut. Wanda went completely still, freezing completely. You took a blushing, nervous glance around and nearly died when your eyes made contact with Nat’s eyes.

You froze like a deer in headlights. Nat was staring at you while Wanda’s fingers were inside you for the first time. You were looking her in the eye while your walls clenched around Wanda. You wanted to set yourself on fire.

Fortunately, Nat only gave a casual little head nod and a smile and then turned back to the movie. You knew Nat well enough to know that she wasn’t just pretending that she didn’t see anything. Luckily for you, she really had not noticed anything unusual other than your usual awkwardness around Wanda.

Close call, princess. You almost got found out for being a slut for me.

Taking a shaky breath, your hand crawled around until it found Wanda’s knee under the blanket and gripped it for dear life as she started thrusting her fingers inside you. You tried not to whine at the stretch—it’d been a while for you.

You’re so fucking tight, baby. Wanda’s voice was breathy in your head.

You threw your head back a little as Wanda’s fingers pumped in and out of you, and you could even hear the faint wet sounds coming from under the blanket. It made you feel so dirty, getting fingered like that in front of everyone, and being so wet for it, too.

I knew you were such a slut for me. What if I rip the blanket off right now, hmm? Expose you for spreading your legs for me even in public like a whore?

Gritting your teeth together, you felt Wanda’s two fingers hitting a sweet spot inside you. It was so hard to not buck your hips, to not squirm or moan or do anything but etch claw marks into Wanda’s knee.

And then you felt a more noticeable stretch. Squeezing your eyes shut, you felt Wanda force a third finger into you. This time you couldn’t help it. You threw your head to the side and buried it in Wanda’s chest, letting out a mix between a quiet moan and a sigh that luckily was muffled by Wanda’s sweater. Keeping as still as possible, you inhaled Wanda’s perfume and scratched the fuck out of her knee as she pumped three fingers inside your cunt at an agonizingly slow speed. You knew she would’ve fucked you a lot harder if it weren’t for the sake of being discreet.

“Wanda,” you murmured into her chest, feeling the valley of her breasts from beneath her sweater cushioning your face. “Wanda, I’m close.”

Her fingers were hitting so deep inside you. They were so long, and she was curling them, and she was hitting your sweet spot deep inside, and you could feel your juices dripping down yourself.

Hold it. She commanded.

You didn’t even realize it, but you clamped your teeth around a chunk of her sweater, biting down hard on the thick cable-knit fabric as the woman’s fingers plundered you at a steady pace. You didn’t even know if anyone was looking at you now, and you didn’t even care because your body was starting to tremble as you struggled to not cum all over her fingers.

Finally, when you begged again, she acquiesced with Cum for me, princess.

It took all of your power to not moan out loud as you orgasmed with Wanda’s fingers lodged deep inside you, your walls spasming around them and your hips trembling. She nuzzled her nose against the top of your head and hissed when you bit down on her sweater again and accidentally bit into her breast. She held you still with her spare arm, her fingers deep in you, as you came down from the blinding high.

“That’s it,” she whispered into your hair. “Good girl, just breathe.” You were breathing very hard to make up for not being able to moan. “You were such a good, quiet girl for me, angel.” The praise landed over you like soft kisses until you realized she was also pressing soft kisses to the top of your head.

It didn’t help that, when you had finally calmed down and Wanda pulled her shiny fingers out of you, she popped them into her mouth and sucked off all of your cum. You blushed and dug your face into her chest again, this time purposefully biting her breast which made her hiss again and then giggle evilly.

Luckily, no one had seen you get fingered by Wanda, at least not to your knowledge. Nothing had ever come out of it, at least, except that Tony spread a rumor that you had peed yourself during the party because when you stood up from the chair at the end of the night, there was a wet spot right under where you had been sitting.

[mary-saccharine]

some gifts I have done for @tazahan during time, she's a great artist and a lovely and creative person!

AND GODDAMN, HER SHIP IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE OC X CANON EVER— IT'S SO GOOOOOD🧊☀️✨️🧡💙

Ah, about that one pic, my hc is that Katalyn has a secret crush on Áila she would never let out either bcs she doesn't want to ruin a good friendship or bcs she doesn't want Bi-Han to put her head on an ice stick😭 KDKDKDKD back up, Kat🗣‼️

And the first pic was inspired by a painting by Pierre Auguste Cot jsjs✨️

[undiscovered-horizon]

"Ultimatum" - Zoro x Reader

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When you were a child, your parents took you to a circus. Among clowns, lions and contortionists, the one thing that stuck in your mind was a tightrope artist. She danced and tumbled 40 feet above the ground, a smile on her face. When she flew in the air, you kept wondering whether this time she would fall but your fear never came true - she didn't lose her footing, didn't lose her balance even once.

You find yourself thinking about the circus artist more often lately as you keep questioning your relationship with Zoro. On one hand, there are the lingering touches, stolen kisses and words filled with undeniable desire. But there's also his coldness and distance, the unwillingness to speak about his feelings. Whenever you're about to give up and cut your losses, accept that your little maybe-romance is purely opportunistic, Zoro pulls you right back in with seemingly no effort. He has you wrapped around his finger, no sense in denying that.

And just like that girl 40 feet in the air, you're also walking the tightrope. But contrary to the performer, you're not sure you can do it as skillfully as she did. As days turned into weeks and your relationship with the swordsman only became more confusing, you felt yourself losing balance. It feels like soon enough you'll be falling off the tightrope. And a 40-foot drop is enough to break, whether it's a bone or a heart.

The night fits your mood: cold, rain hanging in the air, wind tugging and nipping at exposed skin. The ocean and sky are in turmoil, giving you a sense of comfort - tonight, it's not only you who's fighting against themself. Does the sea also question her relationship with the shore? Does she also wonder if their fleeting, chaste kisses as waves wash the sandy beach are something more than opportunistic tenderness?

Your heart is beating out of your chest as you knock on the door to Zoro's bedroom. Shortly after, a welcoming grunt resounds on the other side.

The swordsman is lying in a hammock, staring at the ceiling above. With one hand underneath his head, he looks really comfortable. He bends his neck slightly to look at you but doesn't get up for now.

"I'm done, Zoro," you spit out a little faster than you planned. There's no point in pretending that you're not about to choke on your emotions.

The tightrope artist tumbles on the highwire.

He furrows his eyebrows. "With what?"

"With whatever it is we've got going on." It feels like a dam has broken and you find yourself unable to control the flood of words coming out of your mouth. Tears sting your eyes. "You clearly don't want anything serious and I've grown into accepting that I can't change your mind. I also can't just wait around to see if you maybe decide to settle for a relationship. I love you, Zoro, but I have too much self-respect to let myself remain just a convenience to you."

Only when you finish your monologue do you realize you're crying. Weeks of pent-up emotions, anxiety and pure, unrequited adoration you hold for that man have burst inside your chest. The sense of relief you're suddenly feeling is something of a silver lining.

She loses her balance. The audience falls silent.

But Zoro doesn't share your emotional turmoil. He returns to staring at the fascinatingly bland ceiling. "Fine, I'll do it. I'll be your boyfriend," he says in a disinterested voice.

Only static fills your mind. "What?" A question escapes you as you try to make sense of his words. "Zoro, you-"

"That's what you want, isn't it?" he cuts you off. Suddenly he sits up, legs hanging over the side of the hammock. The movement makes the cot swing slightly.

You stare at his face in search of the truth that hides behind his words. Does he really think superficially succumbing to you will fix everything? Or maybe there's something else on his mind - maybe he just doesn't care what you call him.

"What I want is something authentic, not just a fling to pass the time because we're both lonely," you continue. "I have feelings for you and I can't keep pretending that I'm casual about this," you point between him and you, "thing."

The performer waves her hands around, desperately trying to find her footing.

Zoro gets up from the hammock. In a few strides, he finds himself in front of you, closer than within an arm's reach. "You're not a fling," he says decisively. You almost believe him.

A bitter laugh escapes your lips. "I'm not a relationship either, it seems."

He lets out an exasperated sigh. This conversation is tiring him. Maybe you're tiring him.

Zoro's dark eyes are drilling into yours. You can't help but think that he's holding back from something.

"I don't care what you name it." His voice is stern. Suddenly, the air is too thick to breathe comfortably. "All I want is you. I'll do whatever it takes. If that means being a 'boyfriend'," the mocking tone is obvious, "then so be it. I'll gladly be your boyfriend."

Truthfully, you didn't know what you were expecting when you decided to confess your feelings to Zoro but it definitely wasn't this. Then, your previous anxiety blossoms into something unbearably sweet and tender. He doesn't care what you have as long as it's with you.

"Are you serious?" you whisper. This reality seems almost too good to be true.

"Dead," he murmurs back.

Zoro presses his lips against yours. The kiss is slow and heartfelt, unlike the kisses you're used to sharing with him. Strong, desperate hands grab at your waist and hips, forcing you to follow him as Zoro walks backwards. With a creak and a thud, the two of you fall on the hammock.

The crowd cheers loudly. The dancer has regained her balance and continues the routine with even more grace and glamour in her movements.

[iliketangerines]

Bi-han with a reader who’s his student and he shows her more attention then the other students and they get mad about it ((because you know everyone wants to fuck bi-han)) so they start to bully the reader and one day during training while bi-han is watching they mess her up so she falls flat on her face- which gives her a nose bleed and bi-han ends up getting overprotective and angry at the other students. Maybe it leads to bi-han knocking up the reader or him not allowing her train with them and she trains with him now.

busy bees

a/n: i'm imagining him as like 50 years old because i have never seen a chinese man younger than 50 have a singular gray hair. not proofread*

pairing: bi han x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), nipple play, pussy eating, overstimulation, breeding kink, squirting, creampies

Bi Han treks through the training fields, watching each initiate’s progress and making sure that they were doing well, but he looks for you specifically, his student

Kuai Liang had the idea to give Bi Han a student, one that would fully be able to encapsulate and mimic his moves on the battlefield

he had brought you to the Lin Kuei and assign Bi Han as your mentor, and at first, Bi Han found it annoying having to train someone again

but it proved useful, he was a better teacher, more patient, more nurturing, and going through the basic movesets had him correcting positioning he didn’t even know was wrong

he spots you in the corner of the training field, practicing your moves against a dummy, and he starts to make his way towards you, smoothing his hair down and tucking away the gray strands of hair behind his ear

and then, he stops when he sees a few of the other initiates approach you and surround you in a semicircle

he sees your entire posture stiffen up, how your shoulders tense and your eyes dart between the group of them, and he knows something is wrong immediately

the group crowds you, pushing and poking and prodding, and you let them do as they please, clearly uncomfortable and yet you continue to let them do as they please

Bi Han nearly cracks a tooth as he clenches his jaw when he sees one of them grab onto the back of your neck and shove you into the ground, and he can see how blood pours from your nose

suddenly, a lot of things make more sense, how you’re sluggish and slow during sparring with him, how you keep yourself so tightly wrapped in clothing despite the sweltering heat, why you always seem quiet and alone in the dining halls

he finally reaches the group and clears his throat, and the group turns around, paling in the face as they realize that they’ve been caught bullying the grandmaster’s student

you’re on the ground, eyes down cast as you scramble to get back up, and blood drips down and stains the ground and your uniform as you look shamefully at the ground

Bi Han growls at the group to go to their teachers and that he’ll deal with them later, and they scramble, almost tripping over their own feet in a rush to get away from him

raising a hand toward you face, he gently holds onto your chin as he turns your head side to side, inspecting the damage done to his student

he beckons you to follow him to the medical wing, and you follow in silence while Bi Han cards his fingers through his graying hair, a few more surely to appear when he has to discipline those students

when you reach the medical wing, Bi Han sits you down on one of the cots and retrieves medical supplies from the drawers and tells you to take off your uniform, to show him the extent of your injuries

for a moment, you hesitate, hands shaking, but one stern look from him has your fingers nimbly undoing the belt that holds your robe together

as the robe falls from your shoulders, Bi Han clenches his fists as you reveal blooms of bruises upon your skin, the sloppily applied bandages, and your bony figure

he shakes away the feeling of anger

for now, taking care and healing you was his top priority, and he takes his rough calloused hands and starts to undo the bandages on your body

Bi Han doesn’t say anything as he works, and you stay silent, lips firmly sealed shut as he works on cleaning your old injuries and bandaging them up

finally, he feels your nose for any breaks, and thankfully, there are none and so Bi Han just wipes the blood from your face with a damp rag and throws it into the trash

your eyes don’t meet his as he steps backward to sit on the cot across from the one you sit on, and he crosses his arms in frustration as he asks you when the bullying started and why you didn’t fight back or tell him

silence envelopes the room as you struggle to speak, but Bi Han doesn’t press, letting you take your time in answering his question

finally, you collect yourself enough to explain that they didn’t like how you got to train with the grandmaster personally and that you didn’t want to bother him with your troubles since he was already so busy

Bi Han sighs and drags his hand over his face

you were his student, meant to protect you, guide you, train you to become the best version of yourself, but never a burden

ensuring your best education meant keeping you away from harm or anything that might distract you from your studies, and being bullied by his trainees was included in that

you shift in your seat uncomfortably as you listen to him, and Bi Han tells you that if anyone was to bother you to come directly to him

as he leaves the medical wing to let you recover, he adds on that your lessons will now take place in his personal training pit, to keep you away from the other initiates, before he steps out and slides the door shut behind him

after that day, Bi Han trains you alone in the courtyard, and he made sure to give the initiates their due punishment for bullying you

and he watches how you flower and grow and improve, how you grow more confident in your steps and your punches and your stance, and how you grow happier and sassier with your comments

then, you start growing flirty with your comments, sometimes complimenting his arms, his form, his hair, really anything you could see about him

Bi Han brushes off the flirtations, but he starts to see you in a different light, how your hair frames your face, how you training uniform hugs your body, how you smile at him

a few weeks past, and you and Bi Han circle each other in the training pit, sizing each other up and taking deep breaths

you lunch at him first, going for the attack, and immediately Bi Han goes into a defensive mode and avoids and parries your blows as best he can

he had thought you an incompetent warrior when he first met you, but now he sees that you were more than capable, stronger than he had given you credit, nimbler than a rabbit

he struggles to keep up with your speed as he starts to make counterattacks, and the both of you are stuck in a struggle to win, to pin each other down and have the other yield

but, you are still his student, and in the last minute, you slip up, stance unbalanced, and he pins you to the ground, wrists above your head and weight on your hips

your chest heaves up and down as you catch your breath and yield, and Bi Han breathes out from behind his mask as he watches your flushed face

he’s been close to you before, yes, but for some reason, today was different

you’re hair is just slight messy from fighting, your face is covered in a slight sheen of sweat, and you chest just moves up and down right in front of his face

Bi Han can smell whatever perfume you used this morning, and your hips are soft, wide, and he can’t help but imagine you in a different situation where you would look like this

letting go of your wrists, Bi Han quickly stands up to get off you, trying to hide his growing erection as he coughs into his fist to distract himself

this was his student, he couldn’t just have thoughts about you like that, and yet, as you stand up and stretch out your muscles, arms high above you as you stretch, Bi Han can feel something within his nature shift

he wants you, wants you so desperately, and his hands twitch by his sides as he imagines grabbing onto you and fucking you

you let out a groan as something pops in your back, and you shoot him a flirty wink and some innocuous compliment

it’s the last straw, and Bi Han walks up to you, hands clutching onto the back of your waist to draw you in closer to have your chest pressed into his

you’re so soft, so warm, and he delights in the soft squeak you let out in surprise as Bi Han rips off his mask and buries his nose into your neck

it’s a sweet smell, like cherry blossoms in the spring and honey from the finest flowers in the region, and he can’t help himself as his tongue dips out to taste your skin

you whimper out a grandmaster, hands gripping onto the lapels of his uniform, but you don’t move away either

no, instead you lean into his touch and let him kiss you neck and lave his tongue over the smooth expanse of skin before sinking his teeth into your pulsepoint

a small whine leaves your mouth, and your hips jerk into his, grinding against his hardened cock and making Bi Han moan into your skin

he can’t resist you anymore, and he mutters into your ear that he’s going to ravage you, take you as he please before he picks you up into his arms and walks briskly to his room

it’s a blur as he walks you to his room, how your body presses against his, how your hands hold onto his uniform, and he slams the door shut behind him with his foot before throwing you onto the bed and crawling on top of you

he presses his lips to yours, and your whine rings in his ears as you fist at his uniform and as he clenches the sheets between his fists

this was wrong, he was older than you, he was your mentor, he was your grandmaster, and yet he finds himself losing his control to the sweet taste of your mouth

he cannot resist, not when he grinds his clothed cock into your warm cunt and feels you grind back while moaning into his mouth

Bi Han parts from your lips, trailing a kiss down to your neck and sucking a dark hickey into the skin as your whines and whimpers sends his head spinning

you paw at his clothing, trembling fingers gripping onto his shoulders, and he parts from you to take off his clothing and you quickly follow suit

his eyes rove over your bare body, how the fabric slips from your shoulders to reveal your body and its unmarked lengths of skin

you slide off your pants, and Bi Han can see how your panties are wet, soaked just from him kissing you

pouncing back on you before you’ve fully undressed, Bi Han grabs onto your chest, kneading at the softness with his hands as he latched his lips onto your nipple

he can hear your desperate whines and pleas as he licks your nipples, pressing his tongue flat against the nub and sucking on it while his hand pinches your other nipple

it makes your back arch into his stomach, and Bi Han grinds his cock into the mattress, trying to ease some of the tension as he gropes your chest

it’s so soft, so perfect for him, it fits in his hands perfectly, and he can see how the plushness spills from his fingers, his cock twitching in his pants at the thought of them full and leaking milk

Bi Han moans into your chest at the thought, and you plead him for more, to fuck you

he ignores your pleas, having the experience to know that making you needier would only make it feel so much better in the end, and he moves to lavish your other nipple with the same attention

he bites and sucks and licks with his tongue, relishing in how you whimper and whine and tug his hair loose from its bun

your fingers run through the gray streaks, and he looks up at you, finding your eyes wet with tears and lips swollen form how much you’ve bitten them

sliding down your body, Bi Han spreads your legs with his calloused hands, staring at how you’ve thoroughly soaked your panties, and he tugs at the band of your panties to pull them off

a string of your wetness connects your pussy to your panties, and you cover your face in embarrassment at the sight 

Bi Han tells you to look at him, to watch him as he pleasures you, and he sees you flush red underneath your hands before you pull them away from your face to reveal your fucked-out expression

patting your leg, Bi Han leans in close to your cunt, drooling at the sight of your needy cunt dripping with your wetness, and he brings one of his hands up to spread your sticky folds and watch you clench around nothing

his other hand squeezes at your plush thighs at the sight, and he watches in fascination at how your pussy clenches and drools with need at the feeling

Bi Han grins up at you, and he leans his head down to the inside of your soft thighs, kissing and nipping at the skin

but he keeps his eyes on your spread folds, how your needy cunt clenches around nothing and how your wetness drips out of you onto the sheets

your moans grow in volume, and your hips squirm in need as your thighs try to clamp together for some friction on your clit

Bi Han keeps your legs apart, some wicked part of him savoring at how you’ve become so needy from just him teasing you

he sucks a hickey into the inside of your thigh, and Bi Han hears you let out a choked gasp as your pussy clenches tightly

white liquid leaks from your cunt and runs down Bi Han’s fingers, and he realizes you’ve just come just from him touching and teasing you

he looks up, and all he can see is your dazed expression and how your chest heaves up and down as you ride the last vestiges of your orgasm

removing his hand from your pussy, Bi Han brings it up to his face and licks up your release, moaning at the sweet taste of you, and he wants it straight from the source

he shuffles forward on the bed, burying his face into your pussy, and he laps at your pussy, fucking you on his practiced tongue as his nose grinds into your sensitive clit

you whine and grip onto his hair, tugging at the strands as he eats you out

he’s desperate in his laps, losing himself in the taste of you and dragging you closer to him by your thighs, and you grind into his face as you pant into the air

Bi Han doesn’t care that you’re not looking at him anymore, head tilted back as moans and whines spill from your mouth

no, he’s too lost in your taste and the need to make you cum on his tongue so that he can taste that nectar again

when your legs twitch around his head, and your back arches off the bed, Bi Han grinds his nose into your clit harder, tongue desperately fucking into your cunt as you reach your orgasm

just as sweet as before, just as delicious, Bi Han can’t help himself and needs to bring you to another orgasm, and he grinds his cock into the mattress as he hears you cry out as he keeps on fucking you on his tongue

your hands push at his arms, his head, as you cry out that it’s too much, and he detaches himself, just for a second, to tell you to let him enjoy this, enjoy you

and then he’s back to eating you out, the bottom half of his face dripping with your wetness, but he doesn’t care, not when he’s so close and you’re so sweet

you stop struggling in his hold and let him fuck you on his tongue, and your hips squirm and wriggle underneath him

Bi Han lets you wriggle underneath him, but his nose stays firmly pressed into your puffy clit as he brings you to another orgasm

he groans into your pussy as he tastes you again, and he grinds his hips into the mattress as he feels his cock twitch at your pitiful whines

lifting his head up, he’s met with the sight of your head thrown back, and your chest heaving up and and the slight pudge of your stomach

his hands go up to squeeze at the fat, admiring how you’re so soft compared to him, and the thought of you full of his heirs, full of his cum, fills his head

he’ll have to save tasting you all day for another time, right now, he needs to fuck you, fill you with his seed, knock you up with his children

he slides your legs to his shoulders and shuffles up on the leg so that your legs press into your chest, and he slots his lips against yours as he grinds his hard between your swollen folds

you moan into his mouth, and he can feel your wet eyelashes tickle his cheek

you’re already crying, and he’s barely done with you, Bi Han was truly going to ruin you

Bi Han lines up his cock with your greedy pussy and slides in slowly, and he listens to your gasps and choked whines as you clench down on him, as if trying to get him to stop going further

but he doesn’t stop, he goes until he’s bottomed out, and Bi Han has to bury his face into your neck and bite at your flesh to control himself

you’re so tight and wet, and your whines are so sweet for him, and he wants to fuck into you right now, have you drooling and begging for his cock to fill you

but he resists and lets you adjust to his size, patience is key, and finally your pained grunts turn into desperate wiggles as you plead for him to move

Bi Han moves slowly at first, listening to the lewd squelches of his hips thrusting into you, and you pant and whimper into the air at the feeling, hips bucking up into his

quickly losing himself in the feeling, he starts to quicken his pace, pumping you full of his cock faster and faster until his hips slap against yours

you clench down on him and keen as you cum on his cock, and Bi Han groans at the feeling, how sensitive you are just for him

he tells you that you’re so good for him, so pretty and beautiful, how he’s going to fill you with his seed, with his heirs, have you carry on the next generation

you whine along to his words, eyes glossy and drool dripping down your chin as you nod, and Bi Han sucks a dark hickey into your neck at your agreement

his pace grows sloppy as his feels his cock twitch inside of you, and Bi Han wants to kiss you

so he brings his head up from your neck to press his lips to yours, and he moans into your mouth as your pussy clamps down on him and you squirt

the feeling of your wetness coating his pelvis sends him over the edge, and he buries himself deep and cums inside of you, filling you with his seed

he rocks his hips in and out of you slowly, letting the both of you ride out your highs as he fucks his cum deeper into you

Bi Han hopes it takes, he really does, and he parts from your lips to see you close your eyes, tired and sleepy from being fucked ruthlessly

his cock twitches inside of you at the sight, and well, he wants to make sure that his seed takes, his hips setting another pace as you start to whine from the overstimulation

a few months later, Bi Han greets you in the courtyard as you read underneath one of the cherry blossom trees

you smile up at him, and he sits down next to you and moves you into his lap

he rubs at your pregnant belly as you turn your head and kiss the side of his cheeks, and Bi Han relaxes in the bliss of the situation knowing that you were in his arms, safe and happy

[candycandy00]

Roses in the Sky - An Original Alien x Reader Story Part 1

In a future where humanity huddles in decaying domed cities controlled by alien invaders, you and your best friend Anna work as make-shift nurses in a tiny clinic run by the young doctor Terrian. The city is ruled by the aliens' violent, half-breed offspring who serve as brutal overseers. You and Anna have always tried to avoid these overseers at all cost, but your life is changed when one of those same terrifying offspring is brought into the clinic, injured and unconscious.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

This is an original Alien (well half alien) x Fem Reader story! I hope everyone who enjoys my fanfiction will give this a shot! I’m posting the first chapter just to check for interest. Any feedback whatsoever would be loved! I’ve already written this story so it’s not going to delay my fanfics. Just thought I might post chapters of this between fanfics if anyone is interested.

Slow burn, as this is a novel-length story, but there will be smut in later chapters! Also: violence, blood, rape attempts, death of side characters, etc.

The sky was red, and you hated it. You hated more the fact that you couldn't remember what it looked like when it was blue. The whole city looked like it was coated in blood. You saw enough blood already.

You walked along the littered, decaying streets of Gallica with a blue duffel bag on your shoulder. You kept the hood of your gray jacket pulled down over your head and your hands buried in your pockets. Standing out was never a good idea, at least not where they could see.

As you rounded a corner, you were suddenly sprayed with red liquid, and you only dared to steal a quick glance down the alley it came from. A body was tumbling to the ground, and you didn't even have time to see who it was or what sort of wound had drawn such a huge amount of blood. Your eyes had been drawn, in that brief moment, to the pair of black-clad figures standing frighteningly still beside the body. Their bi-colored eyes flicked upward, toward you, but you returned your gaze to the street in front of you and walked quickly away.

Your heart pounded and your hands trembled in your pockets until you were far enough down the street to safely assume they would not stop you. You knew what happened to those unlucky enough to somehow provoke the half-breeds, regardless of intention, so you hurried along toward the clinic without looking back once.

When you reached the small, rundown clinic, you were met at the door by a girl in a nurse's uniform who placed her hands on her hips and scowled at you. “You're late!”

You pushed by her and dropped the duffel bag from your shoulder, flopping it onto a nearby cot. You unzipped it and pulled out your own uniform. "My alarm clock didn't go off."

The other girl stood leaning in the door way as you stepped into an empty patient slot and slid the dirty curtain closed. "Terrian is gonna be pissed at you,” she said. 

You emerged from behind the curtain in a white button-up shirt that was a little too tight and a skirt that was way too short. “He'll get over it."

"Yeah, as soon as he see's you."

You laughed. "You're jealous, Anna."

"Because that perverted freak lets you get away with anything?" Anna asked. She was so petite that even the smallest, tightest uniforms Terrian had given them seemed to fit her just right.

"No, because I look better in the uniform."

Both of you laughed as you laid out your supplies on rickety metal tables, organizing them neatly into categories according to how often they were used. The alcohol, thread, and needles were first in line, followed by bandages, then ointments and creams.

The door leading to the main treatment room flung open and a man with shoulder-length, pale blonde hair tied into a short ponytail walked in. He wore wide-rimmed glasses and a lab coat covered in blood stains. He looked angry as he approached, glaring at you, but suddenly froze when he rounded the metal tables and the full length of you came into view.

He smiled brightly, wrapping you into a hug. "You wore it today!"

Anna rolled her eyes and brushed her bangs, the longest part of her auburn hair, away from her face with her hand.

You pulled free from Terrian and adjusted your ill-fitting clothes. "It's the only uniform I had clean."

"And it's my favorite," Terrian said, then glanced toward Anna. "Stingy Anna always wears pants, even though I beg her to wear the skirt with the slit up the side."

Anna gave him a dirty look and he gave her a grin in return. He looked over the supplies then held out a thick stack of papers. "Look at all this. These are all patients who left the clinic in the last month and haven't returned for their checkups. Next week I'll be making a lot of house calls."

Both you and Anna frowned. You hated it when Terrian made house calls. He was the only doctor at the clinic, and you two were the only nurses. Things were hectic enough with the three of you, but when he was gone, the clinic was thrown into absolute chaos.

"Anyway," he spoke up, "we have a lot of patients waiting already. Let's get to work!"

You and Anna had no formal training, had not even finished high school, but you had both been living on the streets three years ago when Terrian approached you about working for him. He taught you two the basics, and the rest you learned over time. In this city, injured people couldn't be picky.

Together, you and Anna wheeled your metal supply tables through the swinging doors into the main treatment area of the clinic. Cots were lined up in two rows, facing each other, for the entire length of the large room. There was only enough room for one person to walk between each cot, and all but a few were occupied. People were moaning, screaming, crying, or unconscious. Anyone not in mortal danger was sent home after being stitched or bandaged up.

Illnesses were not often treated, as serious diseases were most often fatal no matter what the doctor did, but injuries were extremely common. Blood dripped from nearly every cot in the room, and a few patients were bandaged to the point of looking like mummies. You and Anna had both learned quickly to develop strong stomachs.

The two of you were checking on a patient that had been brought in last night with a chopped off leg when Terrian came zooming past you, pushing a stretcher.

"Emergency surgery!" he called, disappearing into the room you had just changed in.

You both dropped what you were doing and ran after him, then stopped dead in your tracks as soon as you were through the doors, staring at the figure on the stretcher.

"Doctor, that's... one of them,” Anna said, her voice almost a whisper. 

The man on the stretcher wore an ornate military uniform - black pants and a long black jacket with golden buttons up the front and matching trim along the cuffs and collar. The uniform was instantly recognizable to every single person in the city, because only they wore them. His skin was ghostly white and his hair a jet-black mess scattered across his face.

Terrian was ripping that glorious black uniform from the man’s motionless body. "I know what he is, Anna, but he's still a patient. And right now, he's dying unless we can stop the bleeding."

You and Anna hesitated just inside the door, looking at each other and then back to the man. Anna shook her head. "I can't... I can't help him. Not after all they've done."

Terrian stopped and looked at her. At first, you were sure he would scold her, but he merely sighed and nodded. "I understand. Go tend to the other patients."

You watched the other girl leave, then turned to Terrian. He looked at you with a pleading expression. "He'll be dead within the hour if we don't do anything."

You took a deep breath, then rushed over to Terrian's side. He held out his hands while you poured alcohol over them, then rinsed your own. Looking down at the young man, he seemed fragile, vulnerable. Almost human. His torso was exposed, revealing a long, deep cut across his abdomen that was gushing out blood. Funny how his body was absolutely impeccable, toned to lean perfection and resembling a stone statue, but marred by that huge red gash.

The cut was so long, and the bleeding so severe, that each of you began stitching on separate ends of the wound so that you would meet in the middle to tie things off. A sloppy job, yes, but the fastest route to closing the wound. He would heal faster than normal people, would probably be fine in a matter of hours, but only if you stopped the bleeding.

Once you and the doctor were finished, you again cleaned the wound and Terrian began bandaging the patient up. "Amazing, isn't it?" he asked when he was done, "It won't even leave a scar. Not on him."

You washed your hands in the nearby sink and thought of Anna. "It's not fair."

"Of course it's not," Terrian told you, wiping the blood from his hands on a stained towel. "Nothing in this world ever is.”

You dried your hands and walked again through the swinging doors. Anna was changing the bandages on a young girl's arm, but looked up when you approached. "How could you stand it? Helping that thing?"

"I didn't enjoy it, okay? But he would've died. This is a clinic, Anna. We're supposed to help dying people."

Anna stood up and stepped away from the young girl's bedside. "Yeah, people. Not them."

"But he's half human, isn't he? Isn't that enough?"

Anna snorted. "Was that enough to stop those creatures from barging into my house and slitting my mom's throat? Was it enough to stop them from crushing my brother's head under their boots? Was it enough to stop them from... from what they did to me?!"

You went silent. You didn't know what to say. You knew the half-breeds had killed most of Anna's family, but you had yet to hear any details before now. Finally, you reached out and took the other girl's hand. "I'm sorry, Anna. I'm really sorry."

Anna pulled you into a hug. "I know. I'm sorry I jumped down your throat. I just don't want to see you be hurt by them too."

"I don't think he's in a position to hurt anyone right now," you told her after you separated. "He's not even conscious."

Anna looked toward the swinging doors. "Be careful. Even when they look harmless, they're still dangerous."

You nodded, and wheeled your cart over to the other side of the room. You stopped at the bed of an elderly man who was missing both his feet. He was sweating and breathing heavily. You took his blood pressure and wrote the results in a tablet. He looked up at you with astonishingly kind eyes.

"If the nurses look like this, I'm gonna have to get my feet cut off more often," he said with a chuckle.

You pulled back the sheet to check his bandages. "You sure are a charmer, Mr. Renaldo," you said as you began unrolling the strips of cloth.

"Don't believe a word he says!" Anna called across the room, "I told him yesterday he could hold my hand while Terrian stitched him up and he said he'd rather hold my ass!"

Rhoswen stopped cleaning the bloody stumps where feet used to be long enough to lightly slap his shoulder. "You shameless flirt!"

He laughed and looked at the man in the bed next to him, who didn't seem to be in such good spirits. "Can't blame me for trying, can you?"

The other man gave a weak smile and looked away.

"Now now, let's not disturb the other patients," you said gently.

"Everybody's so glum. That's what those damn Pagoda want," he said.

You finished his bandages and patted him on the arm. You bent down and whispered to him, "Thanks for cheering us up, Mr. Renaldo."

The next few hours went by steadily but quickly, as you made your way around the room checking on people, giving out soup, changing bandages, and occasionally holding someone's hand while Terrian performed some sort of painful procedure.

Unfortunately, pain relievers were as rare and expensive as genuine jewels were in the olden days, when the sky was still blue. The only way to put a patient to sleep was to quite literally knock them out with a blunt instrument, which was a last resort.

The clinic was dirty and crowded and in shambles. The people were desperate, demanding, and understandably irritable. But you liked being there. You liked being with Anna and even Terrian, who could at least make you smile. You liked helping people who were suffering, because you enjoyed seeing a tiny flicker of hope in their eyes.

Because you could almost grasp a little bit of hope for yourself.

The clinic was all you had after your parents died. And everyday you dreaded returning to your tiny apartment where hope drained from every inch of you like red sun fading into black night. But at least you could always come back the next day, where you could laugh with Anna and everything else would fall away into dust.

It was almost time to go home, and all the patients had been taken care of. Anna left out the front door, not wanting to walk through the back room where she would have to see the lone patient on the stretcher.

You waved to Terrian, who was making one last run around the room to check everyone over, then walked into the back room. The young man was still unconscious and the rest of his clothes had been removed, a sheet draped over his body. You crept up to the stretcher and looked down, watching him breathe. After feeling certain that he was indeed unconscious, you walked into the empty patient slot you had changed in earlier and pulled the curtain closed.

You couldn't walk home in your uniform, as it was dangerous enough for a girl to be alone on the streets in the evenings, but wearing an outfit like that was a definite no. You quickly pulled it off, then reached for your jeans. But before you could even unfold them, you heard the curtain suddenly fly open.

You whirled around in anger, certain that perverted Terrian would be standing there grinning like an idiot. But you were not met with the smiling doctor, but the cold, expressionless face of the now conscious patient. His eyes, one blue and the other lime-green, bore into you, unblinking.

He was completely naked, save for the bandage across his abdomen, and you tried your best to keep your eyes on his face.

You suddenly realized that you were only in your underwear, and backed up until you bumped into a cot, holding your jeans in front of you. The man’s eyes never left you, and your heart was pounding rapidly in your chest. You had never been face-to-face with a half-breed before, not in this close proximity.

There was a pause, where both of you stared at each other for several moments, not moving. Then, in the blink of an eye, the man lunged forward and was inches away from you. You jerked backward, inadvertently ramming yourself into the cot where the metal collided with your bare back. You dropped to your knees, wincing.

When you looked back up, the half-breed was looming over you, and suddenly reached out one hand toward you. You had seen what the hands of half-breeds could do, had treated many a patient who had somehow ran into one of them. In fact, just today you had bandaged up a woman who's left arm had been pulled right off, like the wings off a fly, by a half-breed.

You curled into a defensive ball and screamed, your horrified voice ringing out through the clinic and undoubtedly to the buildings nearby.

[shingetsu-online]

ive given in. here are my textposts that are literally just crispin and drayton

and heres a bonus drayton in the bedroom with the cot and the tiny bi flag

hes just chilling there

[tiptapricock]

JohnHan tidbit following the shanglao, transmasc Bi Han included :-)

Smut below readmore!

“Impatient, are we?”

Bi Han growls as Johnny pulls away from his neck to say it, cold hands tightening on the swell of his thighs. He tries to pull him closer in his lap, but Johnny just laughs, hissing slightly when his cock bobs down with the movement and brushes against Bi Han’s stomach.

“They say patience is a virtue,” he mumbles against the underside of Bi Han’s jaw, “but if you’re really bucking for it I’m sure cutting to the action is fine this once.”

He eases back, one hand braced on Bi Han’s shoulder and the other going down to stroke himself lazily a few times. He always likes seeing Bi Han worked up. He gets so angry looking. Even when he’s flushed and wet and begging for it that sharpness in his eyes never really goes away. He’s staring at Johnny now like he wants to kill him, and yet his hands are tense and his posture stiff, the only hint of vulnerability the fact that his pants are pulled down to let his cunt glisten against the chair. It’s kind of cute.

Johnny’s hand shifts slightly to thumb against his cheek, before he glances down and shimmies forward just enough to angle his cock down and rub the tip against Bi Han’s own.

“Mwah!” he mimics quietly. Bi Han groans.

Johnny huffs, readjusting again to get a better angle, before beginning to rub his tip along Bi Han’s folds. He can’t press fully between them like this, but he can still spread the wetness up over the bud of his cock, slick and shiny, and watch as Bi Han’s dick swells against his cockhead, pinned by the tip and bulging pink and dark out of its hood as Johnny plays with it.

He continues stroking himself, humming low under his breath as pleasure twists in his gut from the stimulation on his tip and the slide of his hand. Bi Han lets out little puffs of cold air as Johnny frots against him, the chill pluming white between them, and the more he works, the wetter the chair beneath them becomes.

“You like that?” Johnny teases as he flicks his cock up and down over Bi Han’s dick again, watching the next smooth drip of slick spread slowly beneath them and the visible clench of Bi Han’s stomach. “Oh yeah you do,” he mumbles, leaning in to work his mouth against Bi Han’s throat again. “Love sitting pretty for me don’t you, grandmaster?”

[redara]

Cold Bloom

Pairings: Bi-Han/Áila Havarôr Rating: Teen & Up Words: 2.169 Summary: Bi-Han helps Áila tending to her wound.

A/N: also posted on AO3. Áila is the OC of @tazahan and this fic is based on her work:

The empty infirmary still reeks of copper and steel when Áila steps in. She has lost count on how many times she ended up here in this month alone – has stopped counting, to be honest, after the second or the third visit, realizing that it’s better if she doesn’t count her wounds. She limps past empty cots, making a beeline towards the glass cabinet at the end of the room.

The cabinet door creaks when she slides it open; the numerous glass bottles inside are clinking against each other; the smells of alcohol and iodine assault her nose. Áila looks around as best as her swollen eyes can see, where is it? Where is it? Until she finds the white first aid box perching on the top shelf – who in their right mind put that up there?

Grunting, she reaches up with a calculated movement. She hisses at the pull on her side, and at the soreness of her arm. Her fingers make contact with the box, and swiftly, she pulls it down. A victorious sigh escapes her lips as she cradles the box like it is a precious treasure. As much as she wants to savor her small victory, time is of the essence, her wounds require tending.

Like the many times she has done before, she takes a seat on the cot by a mirror; her reflection greets her, and the view makes her grimaces partially in terror. The Grandmaster is truly powerful… She contemplates while tracing the swelling of her left eye where he had elbowed her in their sparring, in which – like always – he did not hold back.

Áila runs her hands around her body, checking for more injury. Her left side is particularly aching, she can only wish she doesn’t have a cracked rib. The ripped sleeves of her uniform are stained with dots of dark red, and she can guess there are more cuts and grazes on her arms. She continues inspecting herself; undoing her belt so she can open the front of her uniform. Her torso looks fine, no signs of swelling or bruising – she quietly thanks her Viking blood for her durability. When she finds no other injuries, she begins to tend to her face.

By the Fire God, what am I doing here?

The question that Áila has recently been asking herself, because she honestly doesn’t know why. She could have stayed at the Wu Shi Academy, and she’ll learn just fine, perhaps better than here with the Lin Kuei. But the decision wasn’t hers to make, or as the Fire God Liu Kang would say, it is better for her in the long run. Right now, the only thing she becomes better at is being the Grandmaster’s personal training dummy.

At the thought of the stern Grandmaster, Áila feels her cheeks becoming warmer. Gods , never has she ever seen a person so dedicated in life, so disciplined and stoic. His demeanor fits his title so well, Sub-Zero, cold and – sadly – distant. Áila wonders if it’s all attributed to his real name.

Bi-Han. Cold wall.

Well, he is definitely cold, alright.

Áila uses a warm wet rag to clean up the cuts and the grazes, lips stifling a whimper. When they seem clean enough, she dries them off with another rag, creating dots of wet blood on the fabric, drying the excess wetness from her skin. Then she opens the first aid kit box, trembling fingers reaching for the bottle of iodine and a stack of gauze. She dabs the gauze with the iodine, and then she pauses, inhaling deeply because she knows the next part is going to hurt.

The iodine stings. It always does. But she continues, as there is no way she would back down. She reminds herself that with each open wound that she rubs with the iodine, she is getting closer to her warm bed that’s waiting in the sleeping quarters; a peaceful rest where she can dream about the good times she had at the Wu Shi Academy; about the warmer places with warmer people.

Finally, almost every inch of her has been covered in a thin layer of iodine. Áila casts the gauze aside to be thrown away, and opts to take the warm compress again to dab over her swollen eye. The heat soothes her ache, making her sigh in relief, tensed shoulders slumping to a relaxed state. For the moment, this is her haven; her own space to take care of herself; where she can be herself, far from the eyes of the other Lin Kuei and the Grandmast –

The sudden drop of temperature in the room startles her; eyes shoot open; she jumps down the cot – hissing in protest from how the sudden action causes a pull at her aching side – and out of habit, she turns to the source of the cold; hands clasped together and she bows despite not seeing the person she fears it to be. “Grandmaster!”

Though she can’t see his face, she knows his shoes from the many times she has seen them in her apologetic salutes. Sub-Zero stands still far away from her, but the chill in the air makes her skin crawl nonetheless.

“Áila.” The gruff call of her name makes her jump. “It’s past curfew.”

Áila lifts her head, a mistake, as she is now face to face with the mask-less Grandmaster. His usually furrowing eyebrows look rather relaxed, though still accompanied by the thin line of his lips. He is not dressed in his uniform, but rather a loose dark blue robe with a black string keeping it tied around his waist. The attire bares his usually covered neck and the top of his chest – Áila quickly responds before her wandering eyes are noticed, “A – Apologies, Grandmaster, I didn’t – uhm – I was cleaning my wounds – I could go now –”

Their eyes meet, and she is not sure if it’s a trick of the light or the truth, but she is certain that Sub-Zero has just flicked his gaze briefly to her chest – he raises an eyebrow. “I sincerely hope that is accidental, unless you think such shameless display would earn my sympathy.”

“Huh?” Áila looks down, and – OH SHIT – she is met by the sight of her bare, iodine-layered torso. Though her not-so-humble-sized breasts are covered by a white binder, the top parts are bulging out of the hellish containment device. She gasps, hand discarding the warm compress to quickly pull her uniform to a close, holding the fabric so tightly until her knuckles turn white. “Grandmaster, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t – I didn’t do it on purpose, I – I swear!”

Sub-Zero only hums, though the frown has returned to his forehead, and there is a slight pink at the tip of his nose. He clears his throat. “You should remain vigilant even among allies.”

“I will, Grandmaster. I’m… sorry.”

“What’s this?” He notices the warm compress she has thrown, and he bends down to take it off the floor. “Really? A warm compress for swelling?”

“It… soothes the ache.” Áila tries to defend herself.

“But it won’t make the swelling go down. Truly, can you do anything right?”

There it is, the cynical tone of his that renders her looking away as if it could alleviate the damage it has done to her psyche.

Sub-Zero sighs, “Sit down.”

Áila scrambles to the cot, never has she ever sat down so quickly in her life. She watches as Sub-Zero approaches and stands in front of her, so close that she can smell the faint fresh smell of soap from him, osmanthus mixing with his natural icy smell. She is not sure on where to look, so she opts to watch him take the bowl of hot water; how easily he makes frost blooms on the water, turning the steam into snowflakes.

He dips the rag into the bowl, and Áila watches partly with anxiety as he squeezes the excess water out. She has never seen his glove-less hand before, especially not from this close; how blue his vein looks under his skin; how thick and long his fingers are; how big his palm is, decorated with the callouses and old cuts. When he slightly lifts the sleeve of his robe, Áila’s breath hitches at the sight of his forearm, bare without the vambrace he usually wears.

“Look up.” Sub-Zero commands.

Doing as ordered, Áila is now looking at his face. Stern expression still graces his feature, but this time with a hint of gentleness especially in his eyes. She only admits internally that he is a beautiful man, though that secret may have been spilled with how flushed her cheeks are right now, and they only grow hotter when he holds her chin in one hand while pressing the cold compress on her swollen eye.

The icy temperature stings, making her winces in response. Sub-Zero grunts, “Bear with it.”

Áila closes her eyes, growing hot and cold at the same time. She tries to regulate her breathing, though a hitch comes now and then, and it gets difficult when her heart is running a marathon in her rib cage. She can feel the Grandmaster’s calloused fingers against her neck, pressing, keeping her steady. Her hands are still gripping at her uniform, now tighter than before, trying to keep herself grounded in the moment.

The cold compress is removed leaving wetness over her left eye. She jumps when she feels a soft fabric is pressing against her face, drying her skin. Curiously, her eyelids flutter open, and she swears her heart just does a somersault when she finds Sub-Zero leaning closer; his lips are parted and pursed a bit; and the next thing she feels is the cold air he blows to the left side of her face.

Áila can’t help the whimper that escapes her throat. While the action soothes the swelling, her brain can only focus on how close they are right now – she can clearly see the faint lines on his face, and the texture of his skin, and –

“Isn’t that better?” He asks in such a low tone akin to growling. The corner of his lips seemingly pulls up a bit. His gaze is piercing, amusement playing behind those browns, especially when he notices her lack of reply.

Áila wants to nod, but he still has her chin in a grip, so she chooses to answer with words, shaky and whispery. “Ye – Yes, Grandmaster…”

“I hope you learn a valuable lesson today. Hot compress is for soreness. Cold compress is for swelling. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Grandmaster.”

“Good. You finally had something right for once.” He stands up straighter and sighs. His grip on her chin loosens, though she can feel his fingers linger a second longer when he pulls away. “Clean up the mess before you leave.”

Sub-Zero walks away without a warning. The sudden loss of his presence startles Áila, and she copes with a deep breath, watching him crossing the room in a long stride; the tail of his dark blue robe swaying with the action; broad shoulders and strong hips moving with such commanding presence.

He stops at the door as if he can sense her stare, and he turns to her. There is an unreadable expression on his face, nose scrunching, top lip curling up almost like a snarl. Yet his words do not convey agitation, “Don’t stay up too late.”

Áila scrambles for an answer, “Tha – Thank you, Grandmaster, good night.”

He only hums before opening the door and taking his leave.

The temperature in the room gradually returns to normal. But it’s not the same with Áila’s racing heartbeat. Shakily touching her chin where she can still feel his fingers, how cold they were, and yet she found the sensation to her liking. Mind replaying the moment where his face was so close to her, with a look so predatory and playful compared to his usual stoicism, and his voice – oh Gods –

Her body calls for another need to be sated. With shaky limbs and scattered focus, Áila tidies up the room, eager to quickly leave the infirmary and back under the warm blanket of her bed.

Meanwhile, walking purposefully in the empty hallway, Bi-Han makes his way back to his chamber. Body tensing, fist clenching, silently cursing the predicament he is facing; how come he nearly loses himself so easily with such a shameless display? The image of Áila’s voluptuous body still lingers in his mind; the pinkish tint of her breasts; how they jiggled despite the restrain of the binder; and her face –

Bi-Han blames her. Ever since her arrival, she has been nothing but a thorn at his side, and now an aching in his pants. Hardness throbbing with want, imagination feeding his thirst; how good she must have looked underneath him, pinned between the cot and his cold body; how soft and warm her body would be.

At least for now, this longing shall remain his secret.

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A/N: ASLANDKAKSALNT THANK YOU TAZA FOR MAKING THIS ACCOMPANYING ART FOR THE FIC

[pedropascallme]

In Dreams

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!Reader

Summary: “You heard yourself begging but had no idea if he could hear you, if he could recognize the tenacity in your voice.”

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI). The moment you’ve all been waiting for. (Kinda.) P in v sex, oral (f receiving). If I missed anything please let me know!

AN: Part six of Stupid For You!!

Soundtrack: In Dreams by Sierra Ferrell

Staggering into your cot was easy. Your only difficulty now was convincing your mind to catch up with your body, to rest your head and fall asleep the way your limbs begged you to. 

All you could think about was Din. Din drinking with you. Din’s hand wrapped around your thigh. Din’s body pressed against yours. Din and how he’d put effort into breaking down barriers with you in such a short span of time—that more than anything made your head spin. And if you had been any more sober, maybe your hand would be able to manage finding the waistband of your trousers; maybe you’d have the energy to put his actions to good use. Any drunker, and you would’ve stayed up in the cockpit with him hoping for much of the same. Instead, you pushed your face against the flat, cold pillow of your cot and forced yourself to sleep. 

In life, Din was cold; physically, obviously, due to the heavy armor he walked around with that seemed to never retain any heat from the interior of the ship, and emotionally. Maybe lately it was different; it was. It was different, but it wasn’t enough. Not for you, not for someone who felt as though she was being laid bare while he was still keeping in step for the most part. Din was hidden and mysterious, and while that was one of the things that first drew you in, now all you wanted was more. More contact, more conversation, more of him all to yourself. 

In dreams, you were able to experience everything you wanted and more. When you succumbed to your inebriation and the exhaustion your body was screaming from, you found yourself with a world of possibility. 

Din’s gloveless hands trailed over your naked body, dipping and tracing over the curves of your waist and hips before moving back up to cup your breasts and squeeze lightly. He picked you up, placing you on a bed far more ornate than the one you regularly slept on, combing his fingers through your hair before tucking stray strands behind your ear. He stood, towering before you as he stripped down and out of his armor. The silence was loud. It was so loud. And every time he dropped a piece of the beskar to the floor it became louder. Now bare and warm and welcoming, he draped himself over you where you were spread out on the plush sheets.

“Take it off.” His voice was needy, even through his helmet; not begging, but not demanding you to act.

“I’m not wearing anything…” Your own voice wavered, echoing around the room inside your mind.

“No,” he pushed himself up slightly, reaching for your hands and placing them on either side of his helmet, “Take it off.” Now he was begging.

You felt torn between the options you had: on one hand he was asking, pleading you to remove it from him, remove it for him; on the other, you couldn’t deny the impact of what you could be doing, how this could ruin everything that had happened thus far, make him resent you for allowing him to break the Creed. Maybe it was a test. You kept your hands cemented in place, your palms growing clammy against the metal. He placed his hands over yours and stared at you through the visor.

“I’m telling you, it’s ok.” He moved your hands up with his, slowly removing the helmet, centimeter by centimeter. “It’s ok.”

You saw Din’s chin first, followed by the plush pink of his lips. He had a smattering of stubble, and you watched his tongue poke out between his lips in concentration as he continued to pull your hands along with his. He had a mustache, and while it wasn’t well kept to the fullest extent, it made sense on him—it was cowboyish and rogue. Next to be revealed was his nose, and it was as he had described it: big and curved. It framed his face, made him look sculpted, and you had to stop yourself from wriggling your hands out from under his to trace it with your fingers. You looked up and found his eyes staring back at you. Big and brown, and, most strikingly, innocent. His demeanor was fierce and earnest, but his eyes looked almost like they belonged to somebody else entirely; they were a deep chocolate color and filled with worry, his eyebrows falling over them in a manner that made him look deeply concerned. 

Maybe he was.

All you could do was look. It was enough to know that Din was looking back at you, no helmet between your gaze. His fingers brushed your cheek before he had his hand over the back of your head, maintaining eye contact as he spread his fingers over your scalp. He didn’t have to ask for what he wanted, you knew, leaning forward as if by habit to lock lips with him. He pulled you flush against him, and you felt all of him as his lips met yours. You had no control over the situation, and your body acted accordingly, falling limp for him and him alone. His tongue ran over your bottom lip, and you felt yourself open up for him, letting him taste you in full. He removed himself from you, moving down your body and tracing small kisses over you as he went. 

You heard yourself begging but had no idea if he could hear you, if he could recognize the tenacity in your voice. Like clockwork, he had his mouth on your core, gently kissing at your clit, and you felt paralyzed in pleasure. Unmoving, you continued to beg, to have him give you more, give you anything. As if you had willed it, he licked into you, mouth open against your hole, tongue fucking into you eagerly. His hands clutched your thighs, keeping you open for easy access as he drew circles over your clit with his tongue before delving back into you. You looked up as best you could, met with the image of Din’s lips covered in your wet. Your head fell back against the pillow you were lounging on and you felt something thick and hard enter you. As he curled and twisted inside of you, you realized Din had placed one finger into your aching, dripping cunt, further tormenting you with his movements. You tried to make a noise, but it got stuck in your throat as he continued to lick at your clit while he pumped his finger in and out rhythmically.

“More?” His voice sounded tinny, as if it were still going through the modulator, but hearing what he said was all that mattered to you. You nodded frantically, and he slipped another finger into your heat. You moaned and he smiled at you from his position over your bottom half. You tried reaching out to him, but your limbs were so heavy and all you could do was lie back and enjoy his ministrations. You felt your stomach tighten and the muscles in your legs contract, and as you felt Din brush against the spongey spot inside you, a bright light of calm fell over you. 

What happened next, you have no idea, but you were in a new position than you had been; your face was buried into the sheets while you rested on all fours, and rough hands were guiding your ass up higher than the rest of your body. You felt something rub against your pussy, smearing your juices across your lips and clit, and you looked behind you as best you could.

“Ok?” Din was looking back at you, fist wrapped around his cock as he brushed it against you.

“Yeah,” you faced forward once again, “please.” You hoped he could hear you as you planted your face against the mattress. You felt him slide into you completely, with no time to adjust, and as he bottomed out you reached a hand behind you in search of him. He took it in his own, a sign of trust and reassurance that doubled as a leverage for him to ram in and out of you with ease. You heard him moan in unison with you, filthy noises surrounding the silence that had once clouded everything around you, and you relaxed into the way he rocked his hips. 

He reached around you with the hand that wasn’t holding yours and attached his fingers to your clit, groaning at the noises you made for him. You clenched around his cock, squeezing his hand in an effort to communicate your satisfaction in his movements and his handling of your body. 

“Mesh’la,” he pushed himself into you repeatedly, trying to find the spot that would make you melt for him, “one more time.” There it was.

The light engulfed you again, but any noise you made was again caught in your throat. You tried to move and suddenly you broke through the pleasure and found yourself flailing against your small mattress. Blinking, you reacquainted yourself with your surroundings and kicked at the sheets you had rearranged during your unconscious tryst. 

You stared at the wall, sweaty and aching, rationalizing what you had just imagined in such vivid detail. You willed yourself to forget the face Din had shown you, feeling as though it was a betrayal to see him even if it was a face your psyche had made up as a placeholder for his visage. You kicked at the sheet again as you came to terms with the fact that it was becoming much more of a struggle to preserve any shred of professionalism you had left around Din, and you’d either have to find a way to have him acknowledge the swift change of pace in your relationship—whatever it was—or restrain any further amplifications of it. Either option made you feel helpless; all you had wanted was a job, and now you were experiencing the most extreme type of professional strife you could’ve imagined. It isn’t that you were incapable of taking it slow, rather it was the fact that you physically couldn’t allow any distance from him; not only was your entire job centered around caring for the Crest and for the kid, but the only time you had away from Din was when he was out looking for someone—and you always felt somewhat incomplete without him. 

You mulled over everything, excusing your sudden intense feelings toward the situation as hungover anxiety that would be gone within 24 hours or less. 

A distressed whine caught your attention and pulled you out of bed.

I hope I'm in your dreams The way you are in all of my mine You've got a love so fine I wish that I could make you mine

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Mua cốt trà bí đao nguyên chất giá rẻ tại TP.HCM

✅ Sản phẩm cốt trà bí đao 600gram - THAPHACO HCM ✅ Sản phẩm có một mùi thơm nhẹ, màu đẹp và phù hợp cho mọi lứa tuổi ✅Dạng cốt nguyên chỉ cần nấu lên với nước sôi là đã có thể sử dụng được ( dạng như cao) ✅ Khối lượng tịnh: 600gram ( THAPHACO có cung cấp 1 thùng 30 gói) ✅ Hướng dẫn sử dụng

Dùng cốt bí đao để pha trà bí đao ( dùng trực tiếp ) ● Chuẩn bị: 100gram cốt bí đao nguyên chất, 200ml nước ● Thực hiện: Đem 100gram cốt bí đao cho vào 200ml nước và đun sôi lên, vừa đung vừa khoáy đều tay, đến khi nào còn lại 150ml nước là bạn đã có thể tắt bếp. Để nguội sau đó có thể thêm đá và đường vào để làm một lý nước trà bí đao thơm ngon bổ dưỡng.

Dùng cốt bí đao để pha trà sữa ● Chuẩn bị: 100gram cốt bí đao, 800ml nước và 200ml sữa tươi ● Thực hiện: Đem 100gram cốt bí đao cho vào 800ml nước và đun sôi lên, vừa đung vừa khoáy đều tay, đến khi nào còn lại 600ml nước là bạn đã có thể tắt bếp. Để nguội sau đó lấy 200ml nước cốt bí đao ra cho vào ly và thêm vào 200ml sữa tươi khoáy đều. Thêm đá và đường cho đúng sở thích của bạn và sử dụng thôi.

Dùng cốt bí đao để pha trà chanh ● Chuẩn bị: 100gram cốt bí đao, 300ml nước, 1 ít nước cốt chanh ● Thực hiện: Đem cốt bí đao cho vào nước và đun sôi đến khi nào tan hết là thì tắt bếp. Để nguội sau đó lấy 200ml nước cốt bí đao ra và thêm vào 1 ít nước cốt chanh và đường. Khoáy đều thêm đá và sử dụng thôi.

[bouncybongfairy]

The Connection Of Water

Percy Jackson x Water Nymph Reader

Summary: After finding your way to camp half blood, you end up befriending a blue-eyed boy who can't keep away from the water. You end up taking a late night swim with Percy.

Word Count: 3k+

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You were running through the thick brush of the woods, now and then feeling a sharp branch scrap against your skin. You keep looking behind you, seeing if the minotaur was still chasing you. You were regretting following the glowing dove that appeared to you in the early morning. Hot tears were streaming down your face. You could feel your stamina declining, your legs were getting heavier with every step. You wanted to scream because of the cramping in your body and the terror in your heart. You kept yourself from doing so, not wanting to lure the monster right into you. You really panicked when the dove was losing its glow. You were not only feeling scared for your safety but saddened that this beautiful dove leading you was withering away with no purpose. As you were running, you saw torches glowing a vibrant yellow and red. You follow them, hoping to run into someone who could aid you. You eventually stopped looking behind you because every time you did, you almost tripped. You could hear the minotaur roaring somewhere behind you. This was motivating you to keep going. 

You finally see a wooden sign that was written in Greek letters. You were so scared that you didn't bother looking at what the sign said. You just wanted to get away from the monster that was hot on your heels. There were people in armor who seemed to be surprised that you made it through the gate. You turned around and fell on your bottom, watching as this monster came closer. You tried to scurry away, but the armored people were reassuring you. They helped you into a white tent. This is when your eyes become too heavy to keep open anymore. 

You woke up to the sun shining directly onto your face; you hold your hand up to block it. That's when you noticed white bandages covering the scraps from evading the minotaur. You sat up and looked around to get a better view of your surroundings. Cots lined up against the walls. Some people were laying down in more critical condition while others were just getting quick treatment. You threw your legs over the bed, but before you could stand up, a woman came up to you. 

"Hold on dear, are you feeling dizzy or hungry at all?" she asked, placing her cold hand on your forehead to check your temperature. You shook your head no and let your hands rest in your lap. 

"Do you remember how you arrived?" she asked. 

"I was home, a glowing dove appeared before me. I followed it south until a minotaur chased me. I don't remember how I got.. here though," you said referring to the building you're in, she looked at you raising her eyebrows; almost as if she was confused.

"You don't think you're mortal?" she asked which caused you to crank your neck up at her; you must have looked as confused as she was. 

"I know i'm not mortal I'm a naiad," her eyes widened and she excused herself. At this point all you wanted to do was go home. You missed your sisters and were feeling extremely regretful that you followed the dove. The women came back shortly after being followed by a centaur. 

"Hello little one, my name is Chiron. You must be extremely confused, let's take a walk and allow me to make it all clear," he said. You didn't respond but got up and followed. 

"This is Camp Half Blood where we protect and train the offspring  of half human half mortal young adults. The reason the dove appeared to you was to lead you here. The dove is a symbol of Aphrodite, we have lots of her half blood kins here you are not the first. However these half bloods are half mortal, you are the first naiad we've had here. This is certainly not a bad thing, please don't feel out of place due to that aspect. I just wanted to clear that up and show you around a bit," he said resting his hand on your shoulder as you walked. 

"I can never leave here?" you asked which made him laugh.

"Yes of course, we can't keep you here against your will and students can go home to visit family. However we teach you a great deal of combat and other skills that will help you navigate the world safely as a half blood. Not only that, you get to be surrounded by those who understand exactly what you've been through and the struggles." he said. 

"Is there a lake nearby? I have been out of water for a while, I don't mean to-"

"You don't have to apologize, it's always overwhelming for new campers when they are debriefed. The Canoe Lake is only a 10 minute walk down this path. If you need anything just ask," he said walking away. 

You were happy that he took the hint about you wanting to be alone. It wasn't like it was as big of a bomb as it would have been for a mortal. You knew of the Greek world and of the existence of gods, your dad was a full blooded naiad. The half blooded aphrodite was what really threw you for a loop. Everyone you walked past on the trail was staring like you had two heads and three arms. It didn't matter to you as much as wanting to be in the water did. You could feel your skin becoming tight because of the lack of moisture. Once you saw the rays of light reflecting off the surface of the lake, you smiled and let out a sigh. You strip off your tee shirt and shorts and walk into the lake. The feeling of relief was like pure joy, feeling the soft earth beneath your feet. You dove underneath the water and let the water carry your body for a couple moments. You find them slowly growing and expanding once they are fully submerged. Your eyes took a moment to adjust to the dark water as you went deeper and deeper. 

You swam around for a while, finding lost items like bead bracelets or glasses. There were fish that came right up to your face, oblivious to your being there. Then they would swim away for their lives once they noticed you there. This would make you laugh, a few bubbles escaping your mouth. You got a taste of what the fish were feeling when you felt a literal tap on the shoulder. You whipped around and were greeted by another naiad, she signed for you to follow her which you did. After swimming alongside with her for about 5 minutes you reach a rather large rock. You follow her to the surface and see that there are several other water nymphs sitting on this rock. You joined them at the top where you were greeted by several voices. 

"Hello, so I hear you are the newest naiad to camp half-blood. Is this true?" the girl who led you here asked. 

"Word travels fast. Well I thought I was just naiad but the centaur Chiron told me that I'm actually half god half naiad," there was a long pause before the next girl spoke,

"What god?" she asked. 

"Aphrodite," you said, ringing some of the water out of your hair. 

"Wow, another blonde bimbo to add to the barbie house," she said, causing a couple other girls to laugh. 

"Do you live there? Chiron didn't say anything about overcrowding," you asked, which caused the girl's smile to slowly fade from her face. You looked around and noticed there was a couple of girls snickering, 

"Only the kin of Aphrodite stay in the cabin, Naylene is just a water nymph," one of the more quiet girls explained. 

"I'm sorry I didn't mean any-'' you began to apologize if you came off wrong but it seemed that Naylene's ego had already been bruised. 

"Well good luck making friends, I mean we all know the reputation you bimbos get around the camp," she said, diving in the water, being followed by a couple other girls. This left you sitting on the rock with one other girl. 

"Don't worry about her, she gets so jealous when new girls, especially from your mom, come to camp. She's always been like that, don't take it to heart." She said to you, 

"Yeah I guess, I'm Y|N by the way," you said formally introducing yourself. 

"I'm Madison," she said, holding out her hand to shake which you did, "It's starting to get dark which means supper is going to start soon. You can come with me if you'd like," she offered. 

"No I appreciate you but I've been out of the water for a while, I just need to soak for a little longer," you said. 

"Okay, if you see me at supper or just.. around don't be a stranger," she said as she grabbed her towel and left the lake. 

You sat on the rock for a while admiring the sunset, it was a striking purple and pink color. The water was beginning to get colder and the breeze picked up a bit more. A few tears escaped your eyes when you thought about your sisters and your father that were at home. You wiped them away and practiced a bit of mindfulness. Many kids don't get to experience the beauty of nature in a place like this. As you were talking in your surroundings you noticed a dock attached to a cabin on the lake. You dive into the water and swim over to the wooden platform that was floating above the water. Once you got there you hoisted yourself onto the dock and looked out at the water. From this angle it gave the illusion that the lake went on for miles and miles. The dock was facing west, which meant the sun set directly in front of it. You began to ring your hair out again so the cold water wasn't dripping onto your back. As you were admiring the water, you heard something fall behind you. When you whipped around and saw a dark haired boy staring at you. You immediately stand up and apologize for intruding, 

"I'm so sorry I assumed because of the dock that it was just- I'm really sorry for intruding," you said. 

"It's okay I um- the naiads come up all the time," he said picking up the pen he dropped. 

"Sorry I'll go, I'm late for supper anyway," you said, going to walk past him but were interrupted. 

"You're going to the dinning hall like that?" he asked, you looked down and became painfully aware of just how unclothed you were. Only wearing a cropped shirt and boy shorts, that were still wet.

"I left my bag at the lake side where I jumped in. I was just gonna grab my stuff and change before heading down," you said, he walked over to the dresser and grabbed a bright orange tee shirt that said camp half-blood. Underneath the white lettering was big, sloppy black writing that said 'Jackson'. He then handed you a pair of black basketball shorts. 

"My mom got those for me last summer so they should be small enough for you," he said playing with his fingers before continuing, "I can take you to the dining hall and to pick up your bag on the way, if you get lost you won't make it in time," he said. 

"Oh thank you," you said, waiting a couple seconds for him to turn around so you could change. He didn't so you ended up having to ask which he did. Once you got dressed you thanked him again for his hospitality. 

"I'm Y|N," you said. 

"I'm Percy," he said. 

The walk was really nice, he was telling about about what time meals were. What the different symbols on the cabin meant, even some of the social constructs that had been created in the camp. When you told him about how passive aggressive the other water nymphs were he said he wasn't surprised. He explained that a lot of the girls here get caught up in the social competition of being a teenager. You explained to him how you got here and you both laughed when you realized you had the same experience of being chased by a minotaur. You picked up your bag as you followed the trail and the smell of food. He told you that he was the only half blood in the entire camp which surprised you. It was equally surprising when you told him you weren't half mortal.

"No wonder Naylene hates you, she's intimidated by you." he said in a matter of fact tone.  

Once you both walked into the dining area all the eyes were on you both. Percy whispered that the only reason they were staring is because we don't get new campers all the time. This made you feel better until you saw Naylene who was staring you down with a scowl on her face. You followed Percy to grab your tray. He then took you to the firepit where he explained the custom of giving the best thing on your plate as an offering to the God's. You even met two of his friends Grover and Annabeth who were extremely welcoming. It really turned your entire day around. They warned you about people to steer clear of like Clarise, which you were grateful for. Annabeth even showed you the Aphrodite cabin which was.. overwhelming to say the least. It reminded you of a sorority, so much hair and the smell of perfume was super invasive in your nose. They showed you where your bed was and surprisingly were all very nice. You thanked them for being so welcoming to which one of the older girls responded, 

"Pretty girls are always kind," she said. 

You were happy that bitchy campers were the only thing that was bad about this place. The older girls in the cabin were helping the younger girls get ready. Brushing their teeth and braiding their hair. Cleaning up, sweeping the floors or getting their beds ready to sleep. You were getting a lot of compliments which were giving you a permanent grin. You were getting comfortable in bed, reading a book when someone tapped you on the shoulders. 

"There's someone here to see you," one of the girls said. You were confused but set your book down and went to see who it was. It was Percy, he was carrying a plastic bag that contained your wet clothes from earlier. 

"You're up late, thank you," you said, grabbing the bag from him. 

"Yeah I couldn't sleep so I thought I'd bring that back," he said. 

"Yeah I can't sleep either, I was thinking about going for a swim later to help," you said. 

"Can I come?" he asked, which really surprised you. 

"Yeah, give me like five minutes," you said, going back to your bed to put away the plastic bag. You went up to one of the older girls and asked if you could borrow a bathing suit top which she gladly handed over. 

You changed and made your way back outside. You walked together to his cabin, that was the first time you had seen it a night and it was beautiful. There were slight gaps in between the logs that made up the wall, which made it look as though it was bursting with light. The inside was even more impressive, there was Greek artwork painted on the walls. A big California king bed, right above the headboard was a painting of the famous statue of Perseus holding the severed head of Medusa. Other more modern things sat on his desk like comic books and a laptop. You didn't say much before getting into the water. Due to your dehydration, your tail didn't come out when you were in the water before but after about 10 minutes in the water you were in full naiad form. Percy was sitting at the bottom of the lake and you were swimming slow circles around him. 

You obviously couldn't speak with each other but the look in each others eyes didn't need words. You grabbed his hands and started swimming, with your tail you could swim incredibly fast. You looked over at him and his lips were being parted because of how fast you were going which caused you to stop and laugh. He laughed as well and motioned for you to pay attention. He then started to control the currents slightly so that he could maintain the same speed when swimming around. You would point out different fish to each other or plants that you thought looked cool. After a while you just sat next to each other, enjoying each other's company. He got up and loved the sludge on the ground and pulled out a necklace. He held onto the back of the necklace and used a current and got all the mud off. It was a beautiful necklace. The charm was two acrylic rose charms that were ombre from dark violet to light. In the center of both roses was a pearl. He swam behind you and attached it to your neck, you smiled and blew him a bubble kiss. Bubbles burst out of his mouth from how hard he laughed. 

You both resurface and sit on the dock with each other. Percy looks over and notices that your teeth are chattering. He gets up and grabs a towel from his room and drabs it over your shoulders. 

"Thank you," you said as he sat back next to you.

"It's not a big deal, you know I've never hung out like that with anyone in the water like that," he said looking over at you. He had hair hanging on his forehead, almost covering his eyes. 

"Kinda helps when you're with someone who can also breathe water," you chuckled. 

"No, even with Naylene and them I never will hang out with them in the water like that," he said. 

You looked over at him and noticed he was still looking. His eyes were so blue they almost looked like they were glowing. You lean over and give him a peck on the lips. Although it wasn't a long passionate kiss, it didn't take away from the romantic aspect of the moment. He smiled and blushed a deep red before getting up and helping you stand

"I'll walk you home," he said before returning the peck back to your lips.

[sir-walton-goggins]

Pearl in Unworthy Hands

(3268 words) by yourlocallygrowngay

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Molly O'Shea/Reader, Molly O' Shea/female reader

Characters: Molly O'Shea, Dutch van der Linde, Uncle (Red Dead Redemption), Reader

Additional Tags: molly x female reader, angst (obviously. have you played the game), also very much fluff, my girl gets spoiled, as she should, never enough lesbians, molly leave that old creep, molly gets stolen away from dutch, by someone who truly loves her, Kissing and making out, Drunken Kissing, molly discovered the wonderful world of kissing women, Lesbian awakening, or bi awakening (see it however you want), reader is strong, and kinda butch, but i left her vague so you can project on her

Summary:

Sick and tired of seeing Molly being mistreated by Dutch, reader decides to take matters into her own hands, much to Dutch's dismay.

Beta reading, title and prompt by @red-dead-bisexual. Thank you sm for your contribution!

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There was just something so enchanting about Miss O’ Shea. Nobody else at camp seemed to attract your interest in the same way. You sneaked glances at her, lying in your cot in the humid mornings, one eye open to watch her lace up her boots, brush her gorgeous red locks and put on her favorite necklace. She was the boss’s prize, an untouchable jewel, much like the ruby nestled in gold above her chest. And yet, Dutch Van der Linde didn’t see it that way. Not anymore: they fought every day, multiple times a day, and he refused to listen to her pleas.

“Dutch, I just want to help you!” she cried, exasperated. Her eyes were glazed and widened, trying to get his attention. But he didn’t see her.

“You want to help? Then JUST. BE. QUIET!” the leader’s harsh words cut deep through her. You could see it by the way she let her expression fall, tears silently streaming down her freckled cheeks.  

You watched, boiling with rage as he stormed off, leaving Molly sitting in their tent, head in her hands. You wanted to make her feel better, because she didn’t deserve this. Such a beautiful, sweet young woman should be revered, the ground she walks on worshipped, her body and emotions treated with utmost care and gentleness. You resented Dutch deeply for subjecting her to this treatment. It’s true, that was a rather stressful period, having to move once again to escape the Pinkertons, still breathing down the gang’s neck. But that didn’t justify his behavior at all.

To make things worse, the other girls didn’t seem to like Miss O’ Shea very much, always talking behind her back and turning her away when she tried to vent to them. Apparently, she was “a society lady now, too high and mighty for the likes of us”. You didn’t care. If given the chance, you would’ve given Molly everything she wanted, at the cost of stealing from the President or die trying. You were completely, utterly in love with her.

But you were a woman. A poor one, at that. You could not, in fact, give Molly what she wanted. And yet, a small yet stubborn part of you kept trying to get her to see you. Maybe… just maybe, she could accept the comfort you’re willing to give her.

One evening, you gathered up your courage and walked up to her. She was standing alone on the pier, watching the lake. She rubbed her arms and shoulders, freezing in the chilly evening breeze, her shawl not doing much to shelter her from the cold. Everyone else was around the campfire warming up with a drink, or in their cots fast asleep.

You approached from behind, clearing your voice avoid frightening her, placing your warm coat on her shoulders. She turned towards you in surprise. She looked otherworldly bathed in the moonlight, her braid and the strands that framed her face painted silver.

She smiled warmly. “Thank you.” You blushed softly, thanking your lucky stars that it was too dark to notice.

“Don’t mention it, Miss O’ Shea.”

“Ugh” she rolled her eyes. “I’m so sick of being Miss O’ Shea to you all. Please, call me Molly.”

You loved hearing her speak, her thick Irish accent music to your ears. Her voice was just as lovely as she was, deep and velvety, and you wished you heard more of it. You granted her wish, making her feel at your same level as she visibly relaxed her shoulders and her features, her lips curling into a coy smile.

“So, Molly, what are you doing all alone in the cold?” you asked, watching the stillness of the lake. The other woman sighed, moving her gaze to the water as well.

“I’m not wanted there.” She stated coldly. You could see her stiffening up again under your coat, putting on a mask to hide her hurt feelings. You could see right through her. You had observed her mask slipping on and then off, depending on who she’s with. More often than not, Molly kept the act up to appear strong and unbothered. But the recent problems with Dutch had weakened her spirit, and you caught her looking sad more often than you’d like.

Unfortunately, that was true. People didn’t like her at camp. They all kept their distance, be it for her demeanor, or the fact that she was Dutch’s. Maybe she didn’t see it, but Dutch was so possessive that the men preferred to stay away from her, not wanting one look or word directed at her to be misinterpreted.

“I’d want you there.” You replied before even realizing what you said. Molly turned to look at you, puzzled. What could possibly make you want to hang out with her? She wanted to know why.

“It’s not fair that you’re always by yourself.” That was the best you could come up without admitting you liked her. Molly nodded knowingly, a bitter smile on her lips.

“So it’s pity, then.” something in your words confirmed her suspicions: you just felt bad for her. Oh, look everyone! Look at poor Miss O’ Shea, all alone and miserable! That’s what she deserves, for pushing everyone away! The recent events had chipped away at her self-esteem, so much so that she was completely blind to appreciation. Everyone disliked her, so that must have meant she was the problem.

You raised your hands, rushing to correct her. “O-of course not! Miss… I mean, Molly, I just wanted to spend some time with you. That’s all!” Fuck. This wasn’t going very well. You hanged your head, anticipating her telling you to leave.

But she didn’t. Instead, she crossed her arms, looking at you with one tilted eyebrow.

“I mean, who wouldn’t want to be with you?”

“Dutch, apparently.” She surprised herself with her own words. It was like she could no longer control what came out of her mouth. She turned back to the moonlit lake, her voice unsteady. “He doesn’t love me anymore. Maybe he never did.”

As Molly cried softly, you stood there with an aching heart. It was painful, seeing the woman you loved suffering, but it was even more painful to see her in this state because of a man. You wrapped her in your arms, half expecting her to throw you off the pier. Instead, she hugged you tight, clinging desperately to you as her tears kept falling, wetting your shirt. She nestled her head in the crook of your neck as you rubbed her back, trying to relieve her pain for a brief moment. You heart was racing, and you thought it might’ve exploded. She was so close you could smell her perfume, a sweet, flowery scent that suited her so well. You closed your eyes, taking in the moment, memorizing it for the tougher times, when you were away from her.

You two slowly separated after what seemed like ages. Her makeup was ruined, charcoal and eyeshadow melted on her cheeks, but you still found her as lovely as she always was.

She coyly thanked you and rushed away to her tent, wiping the color off her face. You stood there, watching her go, seemingly unable to move. A gust of wind made you tremble, but your coat was still on her shoulders.

Molly came up to you the next afternoon, as you were trying to untangle the fishing line of Kieran’s fishing pole, muttering all sorts of swear words. She timidly greeted you and handed you the coat, her cheeks slightly flushed.

You dropped what you were doing so fast when you saw her. That day she was particularly gorgeous: her hair was all done up into meticulous curls that cascaded onto her shoulders and her green corset blouse hugged her body perfectly, giving you some nasty thoughts you hastily tried to shake off. That was not the time to think about Miss O’ Shea, that pretty green blouse on the floor of the tent, mapping the freckles on her body with your fingers…

“Hey, are you still there?” she waved a hand in front of your face, bringing you back to reality.

“Sorry. What were you saying?”

She clasped her hands behind her back, a hint of a smile on her red lips. She wanted to thank you for last night, for… keeping her warm.

You fondly remembered your hug. “It was my pleasure. How are you doing today?”

That familiar sadness briefly returned in her green eyes. “A bit better. I think… no, it’s not right for me to ask” she waved off her idea, beginning to walk away. You gently grabbed her arm and invited her to tell you what she meant.

“Please, tell me. If it’s something I can do, I’ll gladly do it.” you smiled reassuringly and Molly looked down, biting her lip in hesitation.

“Would you… maybe… take me to Rhodes?” She explained that she was tired of being confined at camp and would appreciate a change of scenery. “I know it’s a lot to ask, you’re always so busy…” she looked down at the messy tangle of fishing poles on the sand.

“I can always ask Uncle to do it. Wouldn’t hurt him to work for a change!” you exclaimed, in his direction. He jolted awake from his alcoholic slumber and glared at you. You picked up the tangled mess and threw it at him, then beckoned Molly to follow you.

“Hey, you’re the new one! It’s you job!” Uncle tried to protest, but you and Molly were already approaching your horse, a white Roan Nokota named Cloud, ready to take off.

“Hi, sweet girl!” you greeted her, giving her a snack and petting her long neck. Molly watched intently, admittedly jealous of the treatment the horse was receiving. Oh, how she wished for you to call her that…

‘Don’t be ridiculous now, Molly. She will never see you that way’, she reminded herself, her smile disappearing into her thoughts.

“Here, let me help you get on” you offered, carefully picking her up and hoisting her onto Cloud’s back. Then you climbed in the saddle and took the reins, guiding the horse to the dirt road leading out of Clemens Point.

You rode silently for a while. Molly was too busy feeling flustered, thinking about her secret crush sweeping her off her feet with ease, a moment she kept replaying inside her head. She stared at your broad back, at the exposed, toned arms coming out of the rolled-up sleeves, and daydreamt of being lifted and tenderly kissed by the strong woman who came to her rescue when everyone else abandoned her. She imagined your soft lips on hers, smudging her lipstick, getting it on yours too and making such a mess, and she didn’t care. She dreamt of you retiring to your tent, undressing each other, getting so close you could hardly breathe, the mere thought already making her breathless.

“Are you okay back there?” you yelled, spurring the horse on. Yeah, she was more than okay. She’d never been that okay in her life. This felt like an adventure, like a well needed distraction, like… the start of a new chapter, maybe.

A few minutes later you both arrived in Rhodes. It wasn’t the best place to hang out, but it was the only city that was close to camp. Besides, you didn’t need a fancy place to have fun. You were determined to make Molly have a great day.

You helped her down and she kept her hand in yours, refusing to let go and lacing her fingers with yours. You asked where she wanted to go first.

“Mh…” she thought, swaying your joined hands back and forth and smiling like a child inside a candy shop. “Let’s go to the general store, maybe they have clothes there!”

Molly tried on so many skirts, blouses, vests and accessories and wanted your opinion on each and every one of them. You obviously told her she looked amazing in everything, and she twirled to show off her skirts, laughing, and you giggled at her unbridled joy. You could get used to this, you thought to yourself. Seeing her this happy was like a wholesome balm for your heart.

Her white ankle boots were becoming red from all the dirt, but she didn’t care, because she was with you. And you were away from camp, away from all the worries and frustrations. She was having so much fun, way more than she ever had with Dutch. He always spewed senseless poetry and sappy compliments at her, only ever concerning her looks. They all felt like recycled phrases he used to woo the ladies. But you didn’t, no: when you complimented her you were direct and genuine, and you saw her as a person.

Molly admired you as you browsed the weapons at the gunsmith, emptying the chambers and examining the quality of the materials. She thought you looked so attractive brandishing shotguns and revolvers like a natural gunslinger, and she knew you would gladly use them to protect her. She felt so safe with you by her side, and so grateful you decided to take her with you.

The saloon was you last stop. You ordered food and drinks and talked for hours as you indulged, sitting at the counter, feeling like the only people there. You downed your third shot, hoping to get the courage to reveal your feeling to her, but the words would not come out. You just settled on enjoying the moment with your dear Molly, savoring these last few moments of freedom with her.

You were both getting quite drunk, losing your restraints and getting closer to each other, both physically and emotionally.

“You know, I don’t even love Dutch anymore…” she slurred, throwing the shot glass behind her back. You laughed at the smashing glass and nodded exaggeratedly at her words.

“Fuck Dutch Van der Linde!”  you yelled, raising your now empty bottle of beer. You two began chanting this phrase like a mantra until you could no longer speak, the hilarity getting to you and making your stomachs hurt.

“Okay, that’s enough for you two” the bartended warned, shooing the both of you away from the counter.

“Fine, Mister, we’re taking off!” you screamed way too loudly, making him wince.

“Yeah, thank you for the fine night, kind sir!” Molly added, grabbing your arm and dragging you out of the saloon.

“Hey! That’s the wrong-“the words died in the bartender’s mouth as you opened the back door. At least you were out of his hair for the night.

“Ugh, I don’t want to go back” Molly confessed, slumping against the wall, following the last carriages leaving town with her eyes, gaze filled with melancholy.

“Me neither. I wish this day would never end” you sighed, the booze making you way too honest.

“Let’s just stay here for a bit.” She took your hands and pulled you close to her so that you were pushing her against the wall of the Parlor House.

“What are you doing?” you asked, incredulous as she placed your hands around her waist and hers around your neck. You faces were so close all you could do was whisper, your voice trembling as your heart raced in realization.

“I want you to kiss me, miss” the redhead pleaded, looking up into your eyes with an angelic expression. There was something else behind those jade eyes: sadness, desire, maybe a little bit of shame. But not an ounce of guilt.

“We’re not supposed t-” you protested, but you shut your eyes and you could feel Molly’s breath on your lips and her breasts rest against yours. Suddenly, it didn’t feel so wrong. How could it be? You were about to kiss the person you loved. Were you so stupid to let the fact that she was a woman stop you?

‘Not a chance’, you thought. Next thing you knew, you were leaning into the kiss, letting yourself go and savoring her over and over again, until you were tasting everything, from the whisky she drank to the lipstick she wore, now smeared on both your open mouths as you desperately made out, an invisible force keeping you glued to each other until you could no longer breathe and regretfully had to pull yourselves apart. Enough time to get some air in your lungs and you were already all over each other again, Molly’s hair in you mouth and your tongue in hers, your desire growing more and more as she emitted little moans of delight, totally lost in a pleasure the likes of which she never experienced before. It was nothing like kissing a man. No, this was better! You were softer, and you tasted amazing, and your grip didn’t bruise her hips. Her mind was opening to a world of new possibilities, and she wanted you to guide her through it.

“We should go… Dutch will be worried” you exhaled, breathless, and Molly’s disappointed gaze drove a knife through your heart. It hurt you to stop, too, but you couldn’t stay there all night. You couldn’t give her what she wanted in the back of Rhodes Parlor House. You wanted to do things right by her.

“We’ll go out again. I promise” you lifted her face upwards to gaze into her eyes and caressed her cheek. She smiled sadly and nodded. “You promised. I will remember you did.”

You got on Cloud and she took the both of you home. The trip was silent, but hopeful. You two had each other now. It was going to be difficult and painful, but you were ready to do it all for Molly O’ Shea, and she felt the same. Before you rode back into camp, Molly helped you wipe her lipstick off your face with a handkerchief and you walked the rest of the way to make as little noise as possible, sneaking in more kisses while you were in the thick of the brush, already dreading having to sleep apart. You both greeted Lenny as you came in and Molly rushed to bed while you hitched Cloud up.

As you walked to your cot, you saw Dutch standing in front of their tent, glaring and following you with his eyes. You approached him, the rest of the alcohol left in your body giving you the guts to face him.

“Good evening, boss!”

Dutch blinked a few times, incredulous. “First of all, it’s the middle of the night” he growled. “Secondly, what were you thinking, bringing Miss O’ Shea out of camp?”

“She needed a day out, Dutch. I don’t know if you noticed, but she’s been miserable here.” You chose not to hide the passive-aggressiveness in your tone. You had enough of this fool.

“She could’ve gotten hurt!” Not that he cared. This was his way of telling you to back off from his property.

“I was there, and I was armed.” you replied sternly, gripping at your gun belt.

Dutch sighed and turned to see Molly sleeping peacefully in her cot, a big smile on her face. Then turned around and shot you a venomous look. “Don’t you dare tell me what she needs. That does not concern you, miss.”

“It will, if you keep neglecting her like that.” you replied, threatening him back. You walked away while that pathetic man stood there, seething in anger and storming off like a moody toddler. Now he had competition and, oh boy. He did not like it.

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FALSE GOD chap. 3

(chap 1) (chap 2) (chap 3)

percy jackson x child of demeter!oc

𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 Rose St. Claire sets off on a quest to save the goddess in chains.

𝑶𝑹

𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑪𝒀 𝑱𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑺𝑶𝑵 learns to see what is right in front of him.

!CONTENT WARNING! gore, romance, swearing, blood, heavy themes

OMG ITS HAPPENING STAY CALM!! LITERALLY SO EXITED FOR THIS. i love you all and i really really really hope you like this

Whoever's idea it was to send us here, should rot in hell. I plop down onto my designated cot, the poles poking at me through the bottom. My eyes scan around the dull room, the darkness of the interior instantly ruining my mood. Dark green cots were lined up in rows along the edge of the room, with the students things stashed neatly below their respective bed. With nothing on the walls and only one tiny window, it was a dreary place.

I sigh, my head tilted to the side as I glance over at Bianca. Her dark curly hair fell off the back of the lame excuse for a bed. Dark brown eyes scanned the pages of some fantasy novel she held in front of her face. Her dark Westover Hall uniform thrown haphazardly on, with wrinkles lining the button down shirt.

"You know, if you keep your nose in a book all day, you'll fall behind in your classes." I jokingly poke at her, a slight laugh following my words. Her eyes begrudgingly move away from her book to look at me.

"Rose, you have absolutely no room to talk," She snarks back, "You've already fallen behind and we've only been here for three weeks!"

I roll my eyes at her, as I dramatically fall back into my cot. I huff and throw my hands in the air, "I mean, can you blame me?"

She seems to consider my words, "No, not really." Setting the book down on the ground next to her and rolls over to face me, her eyebrows furrowing in concern.

"Like, we were literally living in a casino where times was fucked up and now we're living in the future?" I say incredulously as my sentences quickly turn into ranting. "It's 2007 for crying out loud! The last year I remember being in was fucking 1976, and don't even get me started on y'all! Bianca, there has to be something wrong with us to be stuck in this shit show."

She lets out a small giggle, my ranting not even phasing her. After three weeks of hearing it, I doubt she even pays attention anymore.

"I know this is all so confusing and weird, but there will be an answer. But for now, let it be." Bianca giggles. I groan, catching onto her reference. I crack a smile, her corny play on the Beatles' classic easing my anger.

"Bi, I love showing you my music, but never say that again."

She laughs again and gives a mocking sort of salute before turning back to her book. I stand up from my makeshift bed, smoothing the wrinkles out of my own uniform. I lazily make my way over to the bathroom, wanting to freshen up before Bianca and I went to grab lunch.

The other girls in the dorm were all out making last minute plans for tonight, the annual school dance. As the only little sliver of fun they allow us, the dance is a big deal. All I heard about for the last couple of days was who asked who and who dumped who, blah blah blah. Dances back in the 70s were my favorite thing. I always met up with some of my friends and spent the whole night dancing to our favorite bands. But, to be honest, I'm not really looking forward to tonight's dance.

The last three weeks have been a rollercoaster of emotions. Confusion and unanswered questions clouded my mind every waking second. Weird things that I can't begin to explain happen almost every day. Like the horse with wings I saw on the quad a couple days ago. It seems like I was put on an alien planet.

I feel lost. Memories of my home and my past come back to me like puzzle pieces. Bits and pieces of the same memory keep coming back, screaming at me to put them together. I've seen flashes of a large creature; a larger than life lion with wings and a scorpion tail. A monster you can only find in fantasy books, like the ones Bianca reads. Other flashes of a man, tall and burly with a gruff beard, haunt my dreams. His screams echo around in my head every moment of the day.

The one vision I can see most clearly is vines quickly crawling up the legs and arms of the unknown creature. Vines quickly take over the creatures body as I hear it begin to bellow out, and that's when it suddenly stops. Every night since I left that godforsaken casino, Ive had this eerie dream. I have no idea what it could mean or if it's even real, but I couldn't stop the constant nervousness I felt. My anxiety was at an all time high with the feeling of somebody watching me nagging me every second of the day.

I take a deep breath as I look into the mirror, my mind racing. I lean on the counter to take in my appearance, God was I a wreck. My blonde hair looked greasy and unkempt, the stress of the past couple weeks taking a toll on my body. My green eyes had deep bags underneath them, the usual luster gone. Now they just looked empty and sad. I sigh as I look away, not able to take in the sight of me right now. It's nothing that a shower won't fix, I decide.

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I could feel the excitement in the air as everyone made their way to the dance. Giddy laughter rose up from the girls who finally got to put on their nice dresses. Dark blue streamers lined the entrance to the gym as throngs of students made their way into the gym. On the inside of the dance, there were lights and lasers pointing every which way.

I smooth out the wrinkles in my flowy dress. It was orange and pink and ended right above my knees, it is some of the only clothes I still have with me from home. I didn't miss the mean remarks made from students about how I looked straight out of Dazed and Confused.

Our new friend, Grover, came with us to the dance as well. He asked if he could tag along with us as he doesn't have many other friends. Grover joined Westover Hall only a week after Bianca, Nico, and I joined. With us being all new, it was only right for us to become friends.

"Woah! Isn't this cool! I've never been to a dance before." Grover exclaims wistfully as we walk into the gym. I giggle as he looks around like a kid in a candy store.

"You've never been to a dance before?" I ask, a teasing lilt to my voice. My eyes scan the room, trying to ease into the overwhelming atmosphere that comes with dances.

"Nope, I've only ever gone to boring schools." I scoff and give him a look.

"Grover, this is the definition of a boring school."

"I don't know. I'd say this is pretty fun." He exclaims as everyone begins to dance along to the music. I roll my eyes at his antics, starting to make my way over to the bleachers. I quickly feel Grover wrap his hands around my wrist and pull me out onto the dance floor.

"Grover!" I exclaim, my eyes wide. "What are you doing? I don't want to dance."

"Come on! Have fun!" He smiles, letting go of my wrist gently. I stand awkwardly in front of him, not knowing what to do. My eyes dart around the gym hoping nobody was looking, until I realized everyone was in their own world enjoying this small night of freedom.

The next thing I know Grover has Bianca and I dancing to songs I've never even heard of. We were talking and dancing as if we were in some movie. Grover excuses himself to go get a drink, leaving Bianca and I alone on the dance floor. We giggle as we spot Nico alone on the bleachers.

"Nico! What are you doing? Shouldn't you be dancing?" I tease him, as we walk up to his spot on the lower level.

"No!" He quickly exclaims, "I hate dancing. I don't even like this mu-"

"Children, would you please come with me. There is something we need to discuss." A gruff voice cuts Nico off, instantly filling my body with chills. Dr Thorn. What could he even want? Isn't this supposed to be our night of fun?

I roll my eyes before reluctantly nodding, he is the vice principal after all. I notice a nervous aura around the man, his eyes glancing around the gym and suddenly stopping to stare at a boy dancing. I look back to Dr. Thorn as he became more noticeably angry. My eyebrows furrow in confusion as he quickly orders us to follow him.

My eyes land on the boy on the dance floor. He seemed to be having fun, I don't know why Dr Thorn seemed to be wary of him. The raven haired boy peered over at me, our eyes quickly meeting. I slow down as his blue eyes seem to put me in a daze, he sends me a sheepish smile before looking away. His eyes seemed to be looking around in panic. Bianca quickly grabs my hand and tows me along behind her and Dr Thorn.

"Rose, come on." Bianca's chides.

We quickly follow Dr Thorn outside, the cold breeze biting at my nose. I wrap my arms around myself as I subconsciously take a step closer to Bianca. The pit of my stomach begins to turn, like something bad was about to happen.

As we make it about a football field away from the edge of the cliff Westover Hall was perched on, my gaze falls onto my shoes. I begin touching the tips of my fingers together, something I do when I'm nervous. Bianca's shriek of horror quickly draws me out of my anxious state.

My eyes go wide as Dr Thorn begins growing bigger and his hands grow into giant paws with claws like knives. His off putting face morphs into a giant lion's head and from his back grows two giant gargoyle-like wings. I let out a guttural scream as I quickly try to get away from the creature, scurrying back in the wet snow.

He lets out a deep, evil laugh. His wings spreading out to his full span, casting a darkness over my friends and I. My breathing becomes quick and shallow as I desperately try to get away from Dr. Thorn. Was he even Dr. Thorn anymore?

I scramble backwards, as my eyes dart around the vast field next to the school. The raven haired boy from the dance comes running around the corner, out into the freezing wind. My eyes grow wide as he uncaps a regular pen and it instantly turns into a long, bronze sword. What the actual fuck was happening?

Why was the monster in my dreams right in front of me? Was it even a dream? I fall to my knees as I turn back around to face the monster. He laughs, an evil grin spreading across his face. His giant maw opens to speak.

“Rose St. Claire, so nice to see you again.”

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