#but i think i was finally able to fucking capture the beast that causes this

[irishbreakfst]

Big milestone for me: talked to my boyfriend about my incredible bone-deep reluctance to feel/express intense emotions without distancing myself from them via humor or some other mechanism, something which has been causing a lot of issues for us because it gives him (and my friends and basically everyone else who is around me when the mood is serious) the impression that i dont care about other people's feelings or have empathy!

Im also very, VERY bad at verbalizing my feelings when the mood is serious so im incredibly proud of myself for being able to hold that conversation without shutting it down early with a "whatever i dont care" or juwt gping completely nonverbal!

[ayyezhongli]

horny hungry dom zhongli x innocent slutty childe

where zhongli is horny asf and childe has this lusty energy around him which makes it hard for zhongli to concentrate bc he just wants to ravage and fuck childe using him as a fucktoy

ok so its late in the day n zhongli jus came back from a mission. he has paper work he needs to finish but forst he needs to shower bc he’s sweating like crazy.

so he says “good work today”

trying to contain himself with all this lust and sexual desire that was pouring out of childe. childe smiled saying.

“yeah thx, you too”

n zhongli walked over to take a shower. the lust was too strong. like a tornado. if he stood there any second longer he would’ve for sure fucked childe stupid right there. he turned on the shower water to hot and stripped revealing his member hard asf.

“fuck not again.”

so now zhongli steps in the shower, cheeks tinted pink and one of his hands against the tile wall.

“i’ll just get it over with now”

with his free hand wrapped around his dick, he starts pumping himself as images of childe flash in his brain. childe in a maid outfit. childe with a lewd face. childe moaning….all he could think about were these abstract images and dirty scenarios about childe he made up in his head mumbling childes name under his breath.

“Fuck! fuck! fuck!”

so zhongli cums shooting his load all over the tile wall panting. after a few minutes of washing himself he turns off the water and wraps a towel around his waist and gets out. he puts on a fresh pair of boxers and has the towel over his shoulders. when he looks up to his surprise, he sees childe standing in front of him with a bright red face.

“S-sensei!”

“how long have you been here?”

“w-well i went to go shower bc i thought you were done b-b-but….”

zhongli stares childe down biting his lip. childe could see the hungry look in zhonglis eyes. he looked like a beast who captured his pret and ready to devour it any second. n he suddenly found himself backing up as zhongli approached him until he was pressed up against a wall kabedoned.

He’s gonna eat me alive!!

“u saw enough.”

zhongli couldnt hold back anymore. he jus couldn’t. he has been for so long and too long. and with the way how childe was acting, his flushed face. He REALLY couldnt.

“S-s-sensei?!”

childe was squirming around trying to escape and oh that turned him on so much. watching childe squirm underneath him. and so he fiercely attacked childes neck marking and claiming every spot he can which in response to this action childe gripped his shoulders letting out tiny little pants and moans right into zhonglis ear.

“Sensei p-p-pls stop”

childe begged while zhongli ignored him. childes begging only made him harder. there was no going back now. zhongli slid his hands up childes shirt mouth still attached onto childes neck. he went up pinching his nipples causing a loud moan to escape his mouth.

“F-Fuck Sensei!!”

he moved up to nibble on his ear and reached his hand down into his pants to palm him.

“you’re already so hard for me childe….”

“S-s-sensei….”

childe moaned into his ear. childe had the lewd face that zhongli always dreamed of. It turned him on so much he almost came.

“D-d-dont to- Ahh~!!”

it was too late, zhongli had a tight grip around his dick and started pumping him fast. childe came within seconds all over zhonglis hand and in his pants. zhongli rid childe of his pants and started rubbing against him through his boxers.

“Mmmnn S-sensei dont stop ahh~”

“i never planned too”

He’s even hotter than i imagined

“childe….”

“w-w-what.”

“kiss me.”

n so childe did. wrapping his arms around zhonglis neck kissing him passionately. he wanted to have all of childe for himself. have him all to his self. violate and claim every orifice or non orifice of his body. all of it should n would belong to him by the time he’s done. pulling away breathless a string of drool attached from the mouth he went back in and childe rubbed back harder and needier than before.

“S-sensei….i want you….”

zhongli felt himself blush but kept a calm composure.

“prostrate yourself in front of me and maybe i’ll consider it.”

childe did so all shame going down the drain. n zhonglis view was nothing short from perfect. it was beautiful. seeing childe’s pink innocent little hole with his ass high up in the air. he couldn’t hold back. it was so plump, so untouched, so round, so innocent looking he wanted to destroy it. and so he bit down marking and claiming what belongs to him which made childe yelp. with a loud smack childe came as a red hand print formed on his ass.

“you came just from that? what a slutty little masochist”

childe quivered while zhongli spanked him a few more times. he could feel his legs going weak until they finally decided gave out and he dropped to the floor unable to hold himself up any longer.

“i’m not finished with u yet. get back up.”

childe struggled to follow his directions but eventually did wobbling.

“good little slut.”

zhongli bent over and planted a gentle kiss on his head.

“turn around and suck”

zhongli said pulling down his boxers revealing his hard member. childe just stared. that wouldn’t be able to fit inside him!! how was he gonna take all that it!!

“stop gawking at it n suck it!”

childe gulped and started licking his shaft sucking on the balls from time to time. he slowly lowered himself down gagging at every inch. he wanted to see zhonglis reaction through it all so he maintained eye contact as he watched zhonglis face flush and his hand covering his mouth. it was hot ngl and childe could feel himself becoming harder. after a few zhongli came and he could feel the slimy liquid go down his throat and drip down the side of his mouth. he pulled away but before he could fully zhongli held him down.

“keep going.”

childe did the best he could. and he could feel zhongli’s throbbing cock in his mouth.

“stick out ur tongue”

zhongli said panting slightly

“Fuck!”

and he came all over his face and getting sum on his tongue. catching his breath he looked down at childe to see such a slutty cum covered face panting with his tongue sticking out and tears forming from the side of his eyes.

“you look so hot covered in my cum, such a slutty whore all for me~….”

zhongli put his fingers in childe’s mouth.

“suck and get them nice and lubricated.”

childe did so until zhongli pulled them out.

“prostrate yourself for me again.”

and when he did, zhongli shoved his fingers inside causing childe to moan in pain, crying.

“S-s-sensei it hurts…”

“it wont for long just hang in there. this isnt even the part that hurts the most.”

zhonglis fingers wiggled around inside childe

“god ur squeezing my fingers so tightly”

his fingers searched for that one g spot.

“where is it now….”

zhongli said still looking until childe arched his back and let out a loud moan drool dripping down the side of his mouth.

“found it.”

what was he feeling? what was this immense amount of pleasure? has he have no shame? it all felt too good childe couldn’t think straight. as a puddle of drool formed from the side of his mouth n on the floor zhongli pulled out and aligned himself.

“woah woah wait sensei thats not all gonna f- AHH SHIT!!”

but before childe could finish zhongli pushed himself inside him. all of him. and childe choked on his own spit, eyes widening and crying clawing at the floor to escape as zhongli thrusted into him fast and rough showing no mercy.

“Sensei it hurts! It hurts! It hurts so much!”

childe cried out clawing and scraping at the floor.as much as he tried to escape zhonglis grip on his hips was too tight.

“shhh its okay….it’ll feel better soon.”

and like zhongli said, the pain started fading away n all he could feel was pleasure. all he could think abt was zhongli. zhonglis dick deep inside him. destroying him. ruining him. claiming him.

“Zh-zh-zhongli~!!”

childe moaned out.

“fuck that was hot. moan out my name again. moan the name of the person who’s fucking u stupid. claiming you for themselves.”

zhonglis pace quickened and by now he was slamming into childe ruining him like he always got off too.

“ZHONGLI FUCK!! I’M GONNA-”

and with that childe came dropping to the floor.

“this isnt over yet childe, not even close~….”

zhongli flipped him around placing each of his legs on his shoulder and pounded into him harder n faster than childe could ever imagine.

“I’m gonna cum again…”

“n im gonna cum too….”

giving a few more thrusts zhongli came inside him and childe came again on his chest cum dripping out of him and panting heavily and twitching.

“ur still so hard for me.”

zhongli palmed the twitching childe and he came once more all over zhonglis hand. zhongli lifted his hand up to childes mouth.

“lick it clean”

hesitating, childe sucked his hand clean tasting himself. the bittersweet slimy consistency. he couldn’t help but scrunch up his nose.

“good boy.”

zhongli said picking childe up and carrying him bridal style.

“lets take a shower shall we?”

“t-t-together?”

“mhmm.”

and so they stepped into the shower to bathe but it turned out to be another round. the end :)

(but guess what- i wrote an alt ending so enjoy 😈)

ALT ENDING:

“good boy.”

zhongli said picking childe up and carrying him bridal style. when zhongli raised his head he could see diluc standing in there eyes widen is shock to speechless to say anything. Childe looked at diluc face flushed

“DILUC??!!!? HOW LONG HAVE U BEEN THERE?!”

diluc was too speechless he couldn’t say anything.

“i’m just gonna-”

diluc said turning around.

“dont tell anyone diluc”

“i never planned too.”

diluc said walking out.

“Besides…i dont wanna risk the chance of me n kaeya getting out.”

(ok now thats the alt ending. hope you enjoyed the story. it’s pretty rushed but don’t mind that)

[voltagesmutter]

Obey Me x Heat

Obey Me - Mammon and Asmodeus Head-canons

Prompt: ‘I’m in heat’

Warning: NSFW, Female MC.

Mammon:

Mammon's heat causes him to be an even bigger idiot than normal, believing he can try gamble or spend all his money away to satisfy the need. But nothing solves, no amount of times he swipes ‘goldie’ that aching between his groin just doesn’t go away.

He becomes a lot more possessive over you, if that’s possible, especially once he finds out it’s you who gives him that sweet release of satisfying his heat.

“More baby, take more,”.... “fuck yeah, that’s perfect,” head thrown back, one palm pushing the back of your head down until you gagged of his lengthy cock, “My perfect human you,”. Leaning back against the wall, thrusting into your mouth as he continued to push you down, breath hitching and snarling everytime you gagged over him. Both hands holding the side of his thighs for leverage, preparing yourself for the release was meer moments away as he throbbed into your mouth. A string of “fucks”, “that's it baby” and “I’m gonna come all over your pretty little face,” is followed by him pulling himself out your mouth with a wet pop. One, two, jerks of his hand and he’s shooting his release across your lips, open mouthed tongue and chin, purposefully using the tip to spread it across you. “Such a pretty picture baby, almost a shame to see you lick it off,” A smirk on his face, a flash of his phone, “Don’t worry baby, this will keep me busy until you're finished with your next class, best hurry along now, I’ll be waiting in my room,” smearing his release off your face with his thumb and watching you quickly lap it up.

When the great mammon needs you, he needs you and nothing under the sun will stop him. 

“Tch hush now human, or I’ll make you be quiet,” He grunted from behind. Bent over the sofa of the new set Mammon was supposed to be modeling on in under 15 minutes was the pair of you, Mammon raising your hips so you stood on your tiptoes whilst his thrusts gained force. You bit on into your hand to muffle the moans but it was no good, he knew exactly where to hit inside you to make you cry out. “Fuckin’” he huffed, leaning over to shove your face into a pillow with one hand against the back of your neck, pave never slowing. “This is all your fault little human,” pulling your hips back as he felt you tighten over him, “Knowing I’m in heat and you just have to come to the stupid shoot in this,” in reference to the the short flowy dress you was wearing now pushes up over your hips, “You drive me wild,”. “Fuck, yeah that’s it baby girl,” He groaned finally feeling you pulse over him, a few more thrusts send him hurtling after you. “Maybe The Great Mammon has met his match after all,” He winks to you after pulling you back up straight and cupping your face in his palm.

Obsessed with your underwear. When in heat Mammon refuses to go to R.A.D and instead sits pouting at home waiting for you to return, often jacking off into the hoard of your underwear he’s collected.

 “You were gone forever,” He huffed pulling you into his arms, showering your face and neck with kisses causing a giggle to fall from you. “Oh Mammon, you're so adorable,” You squeal, picking his cheeks and watching his face fluster. “Adorable?! The Great Mammon is far from adorable!” Picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, kicking open his bedroom door before throwing you onto his bed. “Show me then, oh Great Mammon,” You whisper, sitting up on his bed and spreading your legs, your skirt rising high up your thighs to show the lace of your underwear beneath. In the next breath he was down between your thighs, pushing them apart as his nose inhaled above the lace, “You wore my favourite,”. “I did...sir” You sigh, feeling his tongue run against your slit still blocked by your underwear. “My good girl,” Fingers sinking over the edge but stopped by your wrist atop of his. “Do you think… you could fuck me in them this time,” You bashfully ask. When silence follows you quickly add, “Shit, no I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked, I just since you liked them so much, maybe finishing in them might be a bit more dirty when you use them,”. A growl unrecognisable as anything human, a pure lustful growl from within a demon rings through your ears. Hairs stand on edge to watch Mammon appear in demon form before you, chest rising and lowering quickly, hunger in his eyes. “I’m going to fuck you in these panties until your begging for me to take them off so you can feel my skin against you,” He groans, sharp nips pressed to your inner thighs as he devoured your core atop of the thin material. Your panties ruined from the multiple releases of you, extra ruined by Mammon’s plentiful release the following day whilst you were in class.

Asmodeus:

In terms of his brothers, Asmo is one who is least visually and verbally affected by heat. Whilst the others might screw you into submission, Asmo is more gentle although if you ask he’ll really lose control. 

“You smell…so… delicious,” Two of Asmo’s slender fingers, painted vibrant green and pink, curl a piece of your hair around them as his face peers closer, “I could just eat you up cutie,”. Fingers drop your hair to trace across your jawline, down the curve of your neck and into the crook of your shoulder. His lips find the other side of your neck, sucking softly as his hand continues into your shirt, pushing beneath your bra to tease your hardening nipples. “You won’t deny your beloved Asmo his favourite treat now would you?” Light red eyes brimmed with nothing but love search for the answer to his question in yours. A soft mewl escapades from your parted lips as he pinches a nipple before refusing his marks upon your neck. 

Most likely to be involved with toys, he doesn’t want to use them to scare you or frighten you, but to bring a next level of intimacy and trust to your relationship.

“Y-you want that to go where?!” Face red, questioning the large hunk on plastic in his hand. A cock-ring fitted with a dildo at the base with a pair of vibrating rabbit ears to the top of it. You was no stranger to anal with Asmo but never had you had to tried double penetration. Heat made his sexual fantasies far more vivid, lust seeping from him every pore. “If you don’t want to sweetie it’s fine, it will just be a different experience but a good one, I promise,”. It took some adjusting, Asmo patiently as ever as he pushed himself and the toy into you, letting you adjust until he could move without fear of hurting you. The vibrating rabbit ears when turned on made you clenched tightly, it took a sheer matter of 30 seconds before you were crying his name and coming over his cock, squeezing him to the point he almost came as well. “This is much better than my fantasy’s, so much better,” He cooed reassuringly before beginning to trust in your two tight holes once more.

The biggest tease of the brothers, edging himself and you until he’s able to fill you to the brim with his release, not letting a single drop be wasted.

“Asmo… Asmo please!” You whimper, heels digging into the mattress followed by a heavy cry. The two finger pumping inside you causing the build of pleasure quickly removed and tapped your wet essence on your thigh. “Not yet sweetie, soon I promise,” A devilish grin on his face as he traced shapes on your inner thigh with his wet fingers. The fourth time he did proved to be your breaking port, clenching over nothing as he once again removed his fingers. The noise that left you was a half groan, half whimper of frustration and definitely not human. “My my little dove, and you have the audacity to call me a beast when your making noises like that,”... “Tell me,” He looms over you, his face inches away from yours, “Which one of us is the real demon hmm?”. He captures your lips before you can respond, his freed erection that had been pressed against your thigh now thrusted fully to the hilt inside you. You came instantly, walls fluttering over his length as he swallowed your moans, smiling to feel you so undone for him.

Lucifer and Beel - Heat

Satan and Leviathan - Heat

Belphegor -Heat

Diavolo - Heat

Obey Me - Masterlist

[hotdamnhunnam]

Will Miller: Sex in Publix

A/N: FINALLY writing for Will Fucking “Ironhead” Miller from Triple Frontier!!! So excited, my dears!! Here’s some smut about you helping Will recover from his violent cereal aisle incident at Publix... which results in you two having shameless public sex.

Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, reference to traumatic experience, sex in public (obvs) Inspiration: WILL’S SPEECH from the opening scene of the movie. Serious big dick energy 🥵

Word Count: ~2.5k

** THE SPEECH **

Quoted from Triple Frontier’s opening scene

Parts that are referenced in this fic are in bold below. (You seriously need to watch it, though...)

About five years ago, when I was on leave... I found myself standing in the middle of the cereal aisle at the Publix... with my arm around some guy's throat. I was squeezing so hard he pissed himself.  My fiancée at the time had to climb on my back just so I didn’t actually kill the guy.  Do you know why I was doing this? Because he hadn’t moved his cart when I asked.  I was the best of the best, able to shut down, control, manipulate... all basic human instincts towards one goal: the completion of my mission. But the effects of committing extreme violence on other human beings are biological and physiological. That’s the price of being a warrior.

Fic begins after ‘Keep reading’ ...

***************

A/N: Why yes, I just inserted the same gif again, so that you have the image right above, for purposes of the description of this mouthwatering motherfucker doing his GODDAMN CHEWING GUM LOWER LIP TONGUE THING in the third paragraph 😛

“We shouldn’t even be here...”

“Will, you say that every time,” you remind your fiancé as he strolls your cart through the aisles at Publix, slowly approaching Aisle 6. You can feel him tense up now as you’re drawing near. “It’s like I told you, babe—the best way to work through your shit is to come and revisit the scene of the crime.”

“Crime?” he rolls his tongue around the piece of gum he’s chewing, lets it slide along the inside of his full pink lower lip. He knows just what he’s doing: making it bulge in a way that looks fucking delicious. That action in itself is a crime calling for arrest. “You know the guy didn’t press charges.”

“That’s because you threatened to kill him if he did. Besides, the poor bastard had just pissed all over the floor; I’m pretty sure he wasn’t going wild to include that kind of detail if he filed a police report.”

He shrugs that off with a half-laugh. Tries to ignore how he had choked a total stranger with such brutal force... simply because he hadn’t moved his cart when Will had asked. “The fact stands that I’m criminally innocent.”

“Of course. The perfect model citizen,” you can’t help but indulge him in a playful little compliment. “With model good looks, too.”

Will rolls his eyes, those eyes you constantly effuse are the most gorgeous shade of blue. He never seems to think it’s true. “Butter me up, why don’t you.”

“Like I always do.”

He cracks a smile, which quickly vanishes as you reach Aisle 6. “Speaking of which, didn’t we just finish the butter in the fridge? I’ll go and grab some; maybe you can get the cereal, then meet me in the dairy aisle...”

“Nice try, big guy—not happening. Come on,” you urge, taking a soft yet firm hold of his muscular upper arm. “What, are you scared of Cap’n Crunch or something? Man up, Captain. Don’t be a pussy ass bitch.”

“Cap’n Crunch is creepy as shit. Freaked me out as a kid,” he says with an exaggerated cringe. “But seriously, babe—you know that going back there makes me... twitch.”

“And I’ll be there to hold your hand, and talk you through it, like I always am,” you reassure him. “Will, it’s gotten better every time we visit. We’ve made real progress; it’s a process, and to be honest, I think it’s almost finished.”

He bites that luscious lip of his. “What if it isn’t.”

“Then we’ll keep trying till it is, okay? You have to trust me. Either way, we’ll hurry home, soon as we’re done... so you can fuck me.”

His eyes light up at that, just as you knew they would, and he pushes the cart straight ahead. Not afraid to admit he’s been played. “Damn does my girl know how to control and manipulate...”

“I learned from the best of the best, as they say. My big strong ironhead fiancé.”

As it turns out today, the sex will happen long before you leave the store. Neither of you will be able to wait.

***************

“So. How you feeling?” you ask him, standing by his side in the spot where it happened. As he stands still and stares, you reach up to comb your fingers through the soft golden spikes of his hair, hoping that the tender loving touch will help his healing.

Will chews his gum a little harder, with a firm clench of his jaw. Blue eyes a little darker. And good God—you shouldn’t be having these thoughts, but fuck, the smoldering look on his face right now is just about the hottest thing you ever saw...

You can see the scenes replay inside his mind. Not just the incident itself, choking a random guy in Publix half to death, squeezing so hard the bastard lost his breath and pissed himself—but more importantly, the underlying cause. Years of trauma, molding Will into a man that he himself feared and despised. So many years spent searching for the kind of peace he always craved but thought he’d never find. 

He tells you often how he found it in your arms; though you’re a sucker for his charms, you always brush the line aside. That shit’s just corny. And besides, he only says it when he’s horny... which is all the fucking time.

One of the many things that you two have in common. Ever since Will Miller claimed you as his woman, the two of you have been getting it on so fucking often that it’s probably a crime.

You try to stop your mind from wandering in that direction. Will needs to process heavy shit right now and you’re supposed to help him. Shouldn’t get distracted by your own lady erection, as you silently admire him in all his alpha male perfection... mind burning with questions—like, but how the hell can it even be possible to be so fucking beautiful...?

His hands aren’t twitching in the way that often happens when he’s here, but still, he’s awfully tense and quieter than usual. Maybe it’s time to head out of the cereal aisle; return some other time, after a little while. You hold him close to whisper in his ear, stroking his arm with a warmhearted smile. “Listen, babe—if you don’t want to talk... then let’s go home and crack open some beer, or a bottle of wine... I’ll suck your cock, and everything will be just fine. I’m proud of you for coming here today. Now let’s get out of here so you can come someplace better, okay?”

Now at that, Will at last has a few words to say. He snaps out of his self-hating haze and attacks you just with the sheer power of his deep blue gaze. “Mmm, you mean like deep inside my filthy little whore of a fiancée?”

You feign offense, reacting with a gasp, dealing his upper arm a playful little slap. “Captain Miller! What gives you the right to talk to me like that—in public, no less? Show some damn respect.”

He answers with a flirty, dirty laugh. “Respect my ass.”

“I do, and you know that. It’s perfect,” you remind him as you reach around to grab it through his pants, loving the way the sculpted muscle tenses up beneath your hands. “And I respect it even better when it’s naked, so let’s get—”

“Gimme a minute,” he interrupts you with a kiss on the top of your head. “You know, before you started talking all that frisky business... I was just about to tell you that I think we’re finally finished. Babe, you did it.”

You pause, dropping your jaw—does he mean what you think he does? Now that the tone is back to serious, you free his fine ass from the grasp of your horny claws. “...did it?”

Will smiles and nods. “I know my stubborn ass kept resisting these visits. But you were right, babe. Like always. I think I’ve finally gotten past this shit. I mean—not all my shit; that’s a serious beast. But the whole Publix incident, at least. I just... today I finally felt released. At peace with it.”

There are no words to capture how giddy you feel. You wrap your arms around his neck with an excited squeal, heartbeat happily racing. “Babe, that’s amazing! We did it. I may be the one with all the brilliant ideas, but you were smart enough to listen.”

He lets out a soft giggle, hugging you so hard it tickles. “I still say you get all the credit. Manipulating me with all those promises of sex the way you did. Straight up forcing me into submission.”

“Oh, don’t put it that way. Now let’s not forget who’s the dom in the bedroom. Promise you’ll always play Captain, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckles. “Whatever you say.”

The one thing on your mind as you snuggle into his embrace is this man smells like actual heaven... hot damn. You pull back from the hug, desperate to get home and get fucked. But there’s still one more thing to get out of the way.

You make some effort to compose yourself before what’s coming next. “Oh, and before we go—there’s something else I wanted you to know. Now that your issue’s been addressed... well, I also have something to confess.”

After those words, you pause for longer than you should. Which isn’t good.

“Go on?” Will holds your hand and gives you an encouraging, heartwarming nod.

Ugh, he’s so cute when he’s all soft and full of love. Despite being so big and tough. All at once a sugar baby muffin and a savage fucking sex god.

You clear your throat, collecting your slightly embarrassing thoughts. “So, when the whole... incident happened, in the moments just before I climbed onto your back, to pull you off of that poor man, I was just—watching you attack... and... well, at first I didn’t even know how to react, because... uhhh...”

Those blue eyes of his blink, and you can barely even think. Apparently you have a goddamn golden eyelash kink?

Will tries to urge you to continue; though it’s clear he’s quite sincere, he’s also more than just a little bit amused. He always loves to see you bumbling like a fool and acting totally uncool. He says it’s super cute. “Because what?”

You re-clear your throat, though it’s all clear already. Try to stay somewhat calm and steady. Keep your hormones in control. You are in public after all; people can see you even if they’re out of earshot. “I don’t know, it’s just—watching you do that was... I mean, don’t get me wrong, it was fucked up, and yes I knew it had to stop—but it was also... you know... super fucking hot?”

He blinks again, brows arching up a bit. “You’re kidding.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Y/N, I... I was out of my damn mind. Completely out of line. Like, deadly dangerous.”

“Oh, you think I didn’t notice?”

“No, I know you did...”

Fucking hell. You pull your hand from his and turn toward the shelves, grabbing a random box of cereal to occupy yourself. “Now you’re kink-shaming me. Never done that before, but now the truth comes out that I’m a sick and twisted whore—”

“What? Y/N, come on,” he groans, wrapping his arms around you from behind, the kind of big bear hug that always feels like home. “You know that isn’t how I meant it...”

“No, forget it. Just forget I ever said it.”

“Can’t really do that, to be honest. Babe, I’m into all your kinks, I promise. I just need a sec to process this.”

“Seriously—Will, this whole cereal aisle shouldn’t be about me. Even just mentioning it like I did was selfish. So forget it.”

“I’m not gonna just...”

“Hey, I have an idea,” you interrupt, eager to change the subject, as you now notice that you’d just happened to pick a box of Cap’n Crunch. With the creepy cartoon captain’s face emblazoned on the front. “What if you need a final outlet? Just to let off any steam that might be lingering, to make sure that you’ve really gotten over the whole cereal aisle incident?”

Will purrs as he leans closer into your shoulder. You stupidly assume he’s also looking at the cereal box you’re holding, but he isn’t. “Hmmm, you thinking what I’m thinking...?”

As it happens, you’re totally oblivious to what he just implied, since you’re still trying to recover from embarrassment. You step off to the side, pulling away from his embrace so that you’re standing face to face. And hold the box in front of you like it’s a martial arts board made for him to break. “Here, if you need something to punch... why don’t you let it out on Cap’n Crunch.”

He blinks, again, apparently a little stunned. You’re too oblivious to even notice that he has a hard on.

You gesture toward the crunchy cap’n. “Go on. Clock him one.”

Will shifts uncomfortably in an attempt to hide the stiffness of his cock. “Punch a cereal box? Babe, this is fucking ridiculous...”

“This creepy bastard haunted you throughout your childhood,” you remind him. “Come on, do it, Will. Show him who’s captain. You know it’ll feel good.”

He tosses a quick glance behind him to make sure that no one’s around to witness. “Can’t believe I’m gonna do this, but if you insist...”

Balling his right hand up into a fist, he fucking launches it at the cartoon son of a bitch. You know he didn’t go full force—the blow would’ve thrust you and Cap’n both across the room, of course—but he went hard enough to cause the cardboard box serious damage.

Will looks down at the damage he caused to his childhood nemesis, more pleased with it than he’d like to admit. “Well, shit.”

You flash him a triumphant grin, glad for the win. “Felt great, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, it did,” he laughs at himself with a shake of his head. “But the box is all busted.”

“Well, we are model citizens, so we’re obviously going to take responsibility and pay for this,” you tell him. “And William—don’t even think about bitching that Cap’n Crunch isn’t a worthwhile purchase. The catharsis that he just provided was worth it.”

Your fiancé is fully in agreement with that sentiment. “Sounds perfect.”

Moving toward your shopping cart, you pause before throwing the box in, stopping to salute the captain with one hand over your heart. “We thank you, Cap’n, for your service.”

Will lets out one of his loud, loving laughs and hugs you from the back again. “My God, you’re such a fucking dork...”

You shrug, melting into the hug. “Well, my dorky ass just singlehandedly took care of your entire healing process. So don’t knock it if it worked.”

“Oh, I wasn’t gonna knock it,” Will replies, suddenly spinning you around with your back up against the shelves, so you can see and feel the feral fire in his eyes. You practically just wet yourself. Even more so upon the words he utters next. “I was just thinking that I really wanna fuck it.”

Holy hell. This man is living breathing sex. Your words come out all jumbled up and shit. “What—how... you mean right now? In public?”

Will grinds his hips into your crotch so you can finally feel the stiffness of his dick. God, it’s so big. His every word and action never fail to make your pussy twitch. “Hmm, what is that I’m hearing... judgment? Are you kink-shaming me, bitch?”

Hot damn, you love how playfully sadistic your fiancé is. “No, I wouldn’t fucking dream of it. I love it,” you respond, succumbing to the force of his cock and the heat of your cunt. For good measure before you both give yourselves over to such guilty pleasure, to everything both of you want, you glance nervously up and down Aisle 6. 

All is clear at the moment. And if that unexpectedly changes... you know there’s a risk, the constant threat of danger of onlooking strangers... well, fuck it. You and Will won’t let that stop you from indulging in some shameless sex in Publix.

***************

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[autisticsupervillain]

I don't talk about my inFAMOUS hyperfixation enough, so here's some stuff.

Dark Danny and Kessler are basically polar opposites of each other as far as Evil Future Me villains go.

Kessler: I fucked up, destroyed the world, and lost everyone I ever cared about. I need to go back in time and make sure that doesn't happen.

Dark Danny: I fucked up, destroyed the world, and lost everyone I cared about. I better go back in time and make sure that does happen.

It gets me wondering... what if Dark Danny was The Beast that Kessler wanted Cole to destroy?

Let me introduce the inFAMOUS Phantom AU.

The year is 20xx in the not so distance future. Danny Phantom finally dropped his heroic charade and embraced his ghostly nature, going on a rampage from Wisconsin to Amity Park, decimating all he sees. The Guys In White only manage to capture and contain him using their newly aquired Conduit unites. Conduits are humans who have the Conduit gene, a genetic failsafe that, when activated, could give the bearer extraordinary powers. The Conduit gene was only able to be activated recently thanks to the advancements pushed by their head scientist, Cole MacGraph.

Cole is put in charge of containing Phantom. His technology is several years ahead of the rest of the world, after all, and it's jis discoveries that unlocked the secrets of the Conduit gene and allowed Phantom to be captured to begin with.

However, Phantom is incrediblybclever and quickly thinks up a plan to escape. Taking the form of his younger, human self, Danny Fenton, Phantom tells him of his origins. Of the ghost portal that turned him half ghost, of the grand heroic adventures he had.... and of how his parents kept trying to kill him, despite his heroic deeds. Phantom claims that his ghost half and his human half have separate personalities, and that his ghost half came to despise the human race for their hatred of him.

"Please... I just want to go home. I miss my friends... I miss my mom... Wait, my parents... the Fenton Ghost Catcher! You can separate my two halves! That way my ghost half will dissolve when separated from his host!"

This is all an elaborate lie, painstakingly sprinkled with enough truth to be believable. Daniel Fenton is dead. All that happens when the Ghost Catcher is used is that the ghost (Phantom) is expunged from his non-ghost containment chamber. Phantom uses the opportunity to possess Cole with an invisible duplicate while the Conduit team recontain him. He then uses Cole's notes and free access to the facility to carefully plan his escape, whilst assassinating the Conduit team to ensure they don't stand in his way. He also kills Cole's family, both to keep them from questioning his odd behavior and to give his own strange behavior an excuse. Of course he's getting strangely close to the Conduit team, he's grieving and needs companionship.

Fortunately, Phantom didn't plan for Cole having friends outside the GIW. When Zeke Dunbar strangely stops receiving Cole's calls, he goes undercover to investigate. Putting together what happened from Cole's notes on Phantom, Zeke frees Cole with the Fenton Ghost Catcher in front of what remains of the Conduit team. Cole and Zeke escape as Phantom slaughters what remains of the Conduit team, as well as the rest of the GIW.

Zeke urges Cole to help fight off Phantom, but Cole instead becomes obsessed with resurrecting his family. He ignores Zeke's attempts to reason with him, runs away again every time Phantom shows up wherever he's hiding. Until it's to late. To late to fight back. To late to do anything. As far as Cole knows, he's the last man on Earth when Phantom sends Zeke's battered body flying through his door.

Phantom recognizes him and laughs, taunting him over the sob story he had about his family. "The best part is that it's all true, to a degree. I didn't even have to lie to trick you."

But, as soon as Dan tries to blast him, Cole is saved by two words.

"Time Out."

Clockwork appears and gives Cole a Time Medallion, before deciding to strike a deal with him. He offers Cole the chance to go 20 years back in time in order to prevent this future. Cole accepts. Taking the name Kessler upom arriving in the past, Cole gets to work.

Firstly, Kessler rejoins the GIW under his new identity, quickly rising through the ranks with his forehand knowledge and scientific prestige. He pushes development of the Conduit project ahead by several decades, giving himself powers and creating a cult of personality around himself in the process. Anyone who opposes his hostile takeover is quietly disposed of and Cole MacGrath finds himself expelled from college on mysterious grounds, never getting a chance to join the GIW.

Kessler creates a weapon called the Ray Sphere, a device designed to explode and kill any non-Conduit caught in it's blast. The Conduits will have their powers supercharged by the bio-electricity absorbed from all non-Conduits killed in the explosion, artificial advancing their development.

Kessler manipulates Cole into detonating the Ray Sphere in Empire City, before using the GIW resources to launch a hostile take over the city to "control the damage", all whilst having the government create a cover story so that Phantom doesn't get involved. Cole is forced to adabt and become stronger to survive with all the odds stacked against him, exactly as Kessler intended, forging Cole into the hero that he himself was not. After Kessler kills Cole's girlfriend to keep him from getting distracted from his mission, he challenges his past self to a climactic final battle to prove he's become as strong as he needs to be.

Cole emerges victorious and Kessler uses his final breath to show Cole visions of the future. Of the massacre of mankind, of the death of his family, of the sob story that Phantom manipulated him with. Cole is sent reeling from the revelation that Kessler is his future self and it is now up to him to save the world. As a reminder of the task he must now uptake, Cole grabs the Time Medallion off Kessler's body, not knowing it's true significance.

But, of course, that is only one path thay the parade might take. There is an equally valid timeline where Cole takes the opposite lesson from all the hardship he endures. He learns not to be responsible, but to be strong. Not to be compassionate, but to be vengeful. Not to save lives, but to gain power. While in one world Cole becomes a FAMOUS hero, in another, he becomes an inFAMOUS villain.

Both Coles set course to Amity Park, with their best friend Zeke by their side. One hoping to save the world, the other hoping to destroy the competition. Good Cole takes the sneakier approach when challenging Phantom. He has Zeke create a distraction for the Fentons by claiming to be an investor interested in their research, while Cole sneaks downstairs. MacGrath trashes the ghost portal, alongside anything else that might be useful to Phantom in the fight against him, before carving "meet me in Central Park, Phantom" into the wall with lightning.

Evil Cole takes the more direct approach, instead blasting the Fenton building apart with a giant thunder bolt. What Cole wasn't prepared for was for the Fentons to survive and for their ghost weapons to be able to harm him, forcing him back long enough for Danny Fenton to transform into Danny Phantom.

Either way, Cole MacGrath comes face to face with a Danny Phantom who is varying degrees of pissed.

Their fight is suprisingly even and both end up bring good counters to the other. Cole's resistance to mind control is sufficiently enough that he can ward off Danny's possession, his Radar Sense counters invisibility thanks to homing in on Danny's bio-electricity, while his own projectile versatility is strong enough to match most of what Danny can throw at him and then some. Danny, meanwhile, has actual flight to counter Cole's gliding, shapeshifting and Intangibility to dodge attacks, and is a better close range fighter when compared to Cole's over reliance on range. Evil Cole also has in edge in that he's willing to leverage civilian lives to give himself an edge, either by using them as hostages or by outright draining their bio-electricity to heal himself. Either way, it's a long fight that sends the two flying and fighting across all of Amity Park.

It comes to an end when Sam and Tucker and the sidelines realize Cole's weakness to water, spraying him with a hose to incapacitate him long enough for Danny to get close. Zeke rushes in to help, as do Sam and Tucker, but Danny ends up grabbing Cole's time medallion, sending the five flying off to meet Clockwork.

When there, the five witness Danny's evil future firsthand, with even Evil Cole suprised by the raw power on display by Dark Danny. Clockwork appears and explains how he sent Kessler back in time to alter history and prevent this future, but that plan "failed" so now he's going to "kill" them. However, Cole is able to quickly deduce the importance of the medallions and throws one on him and Zeke. Evil Cole only gives more to Danny and Friends upon Zeke's insistence. The five run into the future, coming face to face with Dark Danny himself.

Dan recognizes Cole, Zeke, and Clockwork's medallions, commenting about how "even dead, MacGrath's a pain in my ass". Cole and Danny try to fight him, but neither can get any good hits in, and the five are forced to run away. Cole only manages to save Zeke at the last second by blasting his time medallion, causing him to do the same to the rest of the medallions to keep Dan from following them into the past.

Cole initially thinks that that's the end of it. Danny saw his future self and was just as horrifed as they were. He's scared straight and won't be a problem anymore. Evil Cole, meanwhile, immediately goes back to trying to kill Danny to eliminate the competition. Either way, Sam and Tucker interrupt and point out that Dark Danny could still come back. He has the time medallions and if he puts them back together, he could travel back in time to prevent his past from changing. Indeed, Dark Danny is trying to do just that, as he has enough Vlad in him to try putting the advanced tech back together.

Cole and Danny are forced to train together to defeat Dark Danny, giving Danny the opportunity to learn who Cole is and what his deal is. Especially seeing how destroyed all the Fenton tech, so teaming up is the only real option. This gives Cole the opportunity to test his mettle against Danny's villains, from stomping Technus by draining all his technology to working together to beat Vlad.

Within the span of a few months, Cole and Danny are stronger than ever... and they'll have to be, because Dark Danny has arrived. The Ultimate Enemy is here, and they're the only ones who can stop him.

[ygreczed-3]

The Red Guard and the Snow Angel

Stormy Lands concept art

The Thunder War Spirit’s seal concept art

Gavin and the thunder war spirit

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

On the stormy lands.

Gavin : It's been raining for days. I just want to see a fucking fire now. And feel dry again. Connor : The man from Braverive said there was a city in the middle of the thunder desert… We should be close. Hank : I really need a dry bed. I'm too old for this shit…  Gavin : Rheumatism, old man ? 

They see a cave

Hank : Shut up. Let's just stop for the night.

X

Gavin wakes up in the middle of the night Nines and Connor are in stasis, Hank is sleeping.

??? : ℌ𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫… ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱… 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔭𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯… 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔥… ℌ𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫, 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢…

Gavin walks away from the camp and goes deeper in the cave. There is a stone shining orange/yellow in the dark blue night.

???  : ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔭𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔲𝔩. Gavin : … And what do you want from me ? ???  : … 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶.

Gavin touches the stone and a huge lightning strikes from the dark grey clouds. Connor, Nines and Hank are awakened by the sound of thunder, and then Gavin's scream. A thunder spirit is invading the cave, transferring from the stone to Gavin's body.

Hank : What the hell ?!

The magic flows into Gavin's nape, forming a golden seal.

Connor : Nines ! His neck !

Nines sees the seal and hits the spot with an ice arrow. The thunder vanishes from the cave but the seal remains on Gavin's neck. Gavin drops on his knees, in shock, trembling and breathing heavily. 

Hank : You okay kid ? What happened ?

Hank turns to Nines

Hank : How did you know you had to hit the neck ? Connor : We're magic creatures. We have seals too, we know they're a weakness. Hank : So… What was that ? Nines : A thunder war spirit.

*Nines looks at the stone*

Nines : This one was sealed in that cave... Somehow, Gavin unleashed it and now... he hosts it.

X

NB : So, the people that live in the stormy lands sealed the thunder war spirit in that cave a long long time ago. The first generations used to educate fighting monks to watch the cave but as time passed, it became a legend and now fighting monks are sent to other strategic points. The cave and the thunder war spirit that, in the past, devastated the Stormy Lands with bestial ferocity are now almost forgotten.

The war spirit was waiting for a suitable host to come by, someone already powerful and skilled in the arts of combat, but also spirited and ambitious, because those emotions fuels it. Its purpose is to take control of the body it possesses using negative emotions. Attacking the seal that appears on Gavin's neck stunts the spirit and seals it again for an unkown period of time. The only way to control the spirit is to use a goal as a channel, and redirect the thunder power to serve this purpose. The control can be absolute when the host has a steel motivation.

The basic victims of the war spirit are theoretically unable to have higher purposes in life than their own interests, so they always end up being totally under the spirit's influence and are killed to give full control of their bodies.

X

Gavin is outside, touching his neck, lost in his thoughts. It's raining and he's drenched. Nines glares at him from the entrance of the cave.

Nines : You should be dead.

Gavin  doesn't even turn his head to stare back at the golem.

Gavin : Heard this already. Nines : Elemental war Spirits are powerful. Humans… Most humans actually couldn't even contain their magic. That’s... quiet impressive. Gavin : … It's lurking inside… waiting for the best moment to kill me, I can feel it. 

Gavin sighs and closes his eyes, his fingers still tracing the edges of his new scar.

 Anyway. I can't believe you left a scar there. Scars in the back are made when you run away… and I've never run away.  Nines : … Now you can't say you killed everyone who left you with a scar. Gavin : Who knows, I could still kill you. Nines : … Don't be ridiculous. You can't even defend your own body. How could you pretend to be strong enough to kill me ? Gavin : Don't underestimate me, snowy prick.

X

Gavin is still outside, in the pouring rain. Hank is standing by the entrance of the cave.

Hank : Hey… How do you feel ? Gavin :... Weird.  Hank : ...You know, we fight from time to time, but we're brothers in arms, in the Red Guard… Nice to know you're okay. Gavin : … Hm… ...Hey Hank… If I… Die during this mission… I want a tombstone… next to my mother. And I… I want you to visit it, sometimes. I doubt that anyone is gonna remember me… except you, because I was a pain in your ass. Hank : Pff. Don't think about it now. Just be careful in the future, alright ?

X

Hank's frowning in pain, groaning. Connor rises up his head. 

Connor : You okay ? Hank : … That little brat was right… I have an old injury on my back… this constant rain is making it so sore… Dammit. Connor : Does this make it better ?

Connor applies his hand on Hank's back, using snow magic.

Hank : … Yeah, it… actually works. Connor : Cold sooth pain. Markus knows healing magic, he tried to teach me but I'm way better at fighting.  Hank : … What was your job ? When you were still in Detroit ? Connor : I worked a long time in Amanda Stern's fields. And some time before the Night of Freedom, she asked me to clean up and classify her books. I… I read them when she wasn't around. She had a lot of books about Kamski and magic. Hank : That's how you had this idea ? Connor : … One book actually says something that… intrigues me. Hank: ? Connor : "The key to our prosperity lays in…" And the end was never written. If we knew that maybe… Our people could finally find peace.

X

During the trip, Hank and Connor grow fond of one other. Hank likes Connor's capacity to analyze things and is low key impressed by his knowledge and his fighting skills, they even start to spar together. Connor happens to be interested in human sciences, and they end up talking philosophy a lot. 

Connor feels intrigued by Hank, and starts feeling this "warm feeling" that puzzles him. Hank slowly realizes golems might not be totally responsible for what happened to his family, and starts showing empathy to Connor.

One night in an inn, Hank can't sleep, as usual, so Connor takes him out. They walk around the town, Hank talks about the Golden Age in Detroit, and the beautiful night market that was organized once a month. Connor says he remembers it. Golems weren't allowed in it, but he liked to watch the lights and hear the music from afar. When they get back to the room, Hank goes back into the bed and actually falls deep asleep. Connor stays there and looks at him as he sleeps, and can't help but think about how beautiful his silver thin hair looks in the moonlight. He brushes his hand, and it's so warm, a warmth that echoes his feelings. He just sits down near the bed and stays there, lost in his thoughts.

Nines doesn't like that Connor gets closer to Hank. He recognizes Hank is somehow well behaved and… righteous compared to Gavin, but he's still a HUMAN and he thinks Connor is forgetting they are not on the same side. Connor doesn't want to hear anything from his brother, because "I know what I'm doing okay ?". And he's embarrassed to think his brother might understand he's developing affection for Hank. Also, Connor is totally oblivious to Nines and Gavin's growing connection. 

X

On the other hand, Nines relates to Gavin more than he would like to : they're actually pretty similar in the way they think. Gavin doesn't believe they'll even reach and find Kamski, he's just sticking around to make sure he'll be able to capture the androids when they fail, to take them back to Detroit and get all the glory. Nines is accompanying Connor because he doesn't trust the humans and is ready to kill them without batting an eyelid if they tried anything. 

One day he finds Gavin in a sandy combe, training. Nines doesn't really know how, cause they didn't even say anything to each other, but he joins him in his training. Gavin admits the thunder spirit has made him really powerful and that he was sure he would be able to kill him, but this time, he wasn't bragging… His words sound like self realization, and Gavin doesn't seem that happy about it.

Nines provokes him saying "Show me" but Gavin shrugs. He says "I don't want to summon it… it would kill me too."

Nines asks Gavin if he is scared of the spirit, and Gavin looks away for a minute. "I'm a human. Humans are vulnerable  to magic, that's why we fight it. But now… magic is part of me… How am I supposed to feel safe with this beast inside me, all the time ?"

Nines can't believe he replies "Beasts can be tamed. Magic can be controlled. Fear can be overcome. Just work on that instead of doing bulk up."

Gavin stays silent and Nines starts to walk off but then he turns around to face Gavin again and says "I can show you how."

The man hesitates but finally accepts.

[terrifictomholland]

changing the rules - tom holland x reader

Word count: 4.5K

Warnings: SMUT! Curse words - I think that’s it? If not please let me know! 

Summary: You and Tom have been sleeping with each other for a few months now, is that all you'll ever be or will the two of you be more? Featuring a side dish with Tom in a hoodie and backwards cap.

A huge, huge thank you to @worldoftom​ for helping and editing with this tiny beast! Your work doesn’t go unnoticed  ♡  and to all of you who have been so kind and wanted another part to this story - this is for you and I hope you enjoy it.

This story is 18+

                                                       ～ ♡ ～

It had been a few months of you and Tom hooking up and you were now dancing along the very precarious line of what the hell are we doing? You knew, in your heart of hearts, that you were slowly but surely developing feelings for him. 

Tom with his quick wit, sharp tongue yet silky smooth with his words and touches. His passion and ambition to be the best he could be. But what truly captured you was his heart - he had a heart of gold with a generosity and compassion unlike anyone else you’d ever met before. 

He made you want to be the best version of yourself always, to always strive to be just that little bit kinder to strangers, to reach out more frequently to your loved ones and to check in on them. 

He brought out the best in you and you could only hope you brought out something similar in him. 

Neither of you had breached the topic of what you were, but the last few times you’d hooked up, you just knew he felt it too. But you were both too scared on how to bring it up, too scared of rubbing this balance and this friendship you’d built up in fear of ruining it all. 

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, bringing you back to the present. You pulled up to the frat house where Tom lived with his friends, then opened a text from him.

Tom: Where are you? 😘  

You: Coming now! Will you be the one doing the keg? 😘 

Tom: Ha ha, hilarious. Get your ass inside I wanna see you!  

Your face burned reading that, but it made the butterflies in your stomach flutter around in there and in a way that calmed you down. 

You: Nah, I think I’ll just stay out here - the view is much better here anyway 😉

Tom: Come inside and I’ll be the judge of that - bet you’re looking all kinds of gorgeous tonight babe 😘

You grinned to yourself and amped yourself up before you walked up the pathway to the front door, giving yourself one final inward pep-talk before you opened the door. 

In there, you were greeted with throes of bodies, undulating to the rhythm of the music, the bass loud enough to reverberate through your whole body. Swarmed by the smell of all of the alcohol. Red paper cups wherever you looked. 

You greeted a few people you had started getting to know lately, a few of your study buddies were there too which put you at ease. Before long, you’d gotten out into the kitchen where it was less crowded and you could actually hear your own thoughts again - but alas, it was a frat house and you’d seen at least four different couples making out, verging on having sex in plain view. 

You let your eyes linger on one of those couples now before you finished mixing your drink. Taking a sip to see if it was perfect, you felt the hair at the back of your neck stand up. 

Tom.

 You could feel his presence behind you and the familiar scent of his cologne, even from a slight distance. The smile formed on your face before you even turned around to face him as he leaned against the counter, his own drink in hand. 

“See I was right,” he said and you took another sip of your drink. 

“About?” 

“That you’re looking gorgeous.” He pushed himself away from the counter moving closer to you and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face when he got inside of your personal space. His body pressing up against yours, feeling his heat radiate into your own.

“Hey.” His fingers slid under your top, caressing your bare hip - such a gentle yet intimate touch that made you crave more.

“Hey you.” You grinned up at him before he closed the gap kissing you, lips slotting seamlessly against your own. No real heat or anything behind it, simply a really fucking nice kiss.

“I’m glad you came.” He broke the kiss and you kept smiling. 

“I’m glad I came too - which, I’m hoping I’ll get to do a lot of tonight,” you said cheekily, and it didn’t take him long to catch on to what you were insinuating.

“You will, don’t you worry - I always take care of you, don’t I?” 

“You do,” you agreed as heat rose to your cheeks as you remembered just how well he took care of you. He laughed seeing the way you went flustered, no doubt thinking back on your good times together. 

“So you know how we’ve been talking about stuff we wanna do right?” he ventured, meeting your gaze looking a little nervous.

“Yeah?” 

“How would you feel about a little… exhibition?” Your heart swooped down to your stomach hearing that and the blood rushed to your ears seeing the way he licked his lips. 

“How do I feel about it? I say it’s a huge turn-on - you know it is.” You glowed and he smirked.

“Wanna go?” 

“Where to?” Your hand slipped into his hand immediately, letting him know you’d follow him willingly anywhere. 

“You’ll see.” He was already dragging you toward the door. It made you even more intrigued and just that little bit more turned on the further you got from the frat house.

“Tom, where are we even going?” you asked exasperated once the two of you had been walking for a good ten minutes, making idle conversation as you went.

“So impatient, aren’t you, hm?” He chuckled, making you pout and also feel that stir of something electrifying run inside of your veins hearing that teasing lilt to his voice.

“Yes!” 

“Well, we’re here,” he said and promptly stopped outside of… the football pitch?

It only took you a few seconds to gather why you were there and you gaped at him. “Tom…” You began feeling all sorts of things, mostly the rush of adrenaline and the thought of being here now, for anyone to possibly walk by and catch the two of you. 

“Hmm?” He wore a shit-eating grin on his face pulling you into him as he led you further out on the pitch.

“No one’s gonna be here - they’re all at the party,” he assured, placing his hands on your hips and leaving soft kisses all along your jaw.  “Relax.”

You sighed  feeling his talented lips on your jaw move further down to your neck. Lips skimming over your pulse point making it jump as he bit down and a soft moan fell from your lips. You threaded your fingers in his hair, gently pulling on it.

“Take me, Tom.” 

“With pleasure.” He smirked against your skin. It wasn’t long before your clothes were shed on the ground and Tom began lifting his hoodie up.

“No, that stays on,” you said as you brought your hand out, placing it on his chest to stop him from removing it further. 

He looked down at your hand. “We’re doing this again?” He chuckled in a raspy voice and it was doing things to you. 

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it,” you admitted, watching him with a sultry look. He sucked in a breath when he saw your gaze and felt your fingers run up and down his clothed chest. 

“What the lady wants,” he said at last, making you grin and lean in to kiss him deeply. Lips moving together and tongues battling, it was turning up the heat real fast between the two of you. 

In no time he had you pinned underneath him. Your wrists in his hold, way above your head as he grinded into you. A soft moan leaving your lips when you felt his cock poking against his sweats, lining up against your wet entrance.  Your body arched up into him, letting your fingers dig into his shoulders.

“Take off your fucking sweats, I wanna feel you,” you moaned, running your hands from his back down to his ass, giving it a squeeze hearing him let out a muffled laughter. 

“Oh so you want me out of my sweats at least?” 

“Tooom.” 

He chuckled hoarsely and quickly shucked off his sweats and boxers. You glanced down and ran your tongue over your lips seeing his hard cock already leaking.

“Take a picture, pretty girl, it’ll last longer.”

“I’ll do no such thing. What I will do however, is put that inside me,” you blinked your eyelashes at him innocently, watching him clench his jaw and his eyes darken. 

“Giving me lip, are we, pretty girl?” A grin formed on your face as he uttered those words.

“What are you gonna do about it if I am?” 

“You’ll see soon enough.” His hands moved to your thigh, hiking it over his hip. Hand resting on the curve of your ass and thigh before he squeezed it causing you to moan and buck your hips against his. Both of your moans blending together at the friction.

“That’s - fuck,” He cut off when you did it again and you pulled his head in close using the strings of the hoodie to pull him down, crashing your lips against his. 

“Condom,” you mumbled against his lips and he tore away from your lips with a groan. You both knew it was in his sweats which were by his feet so he broke away, efficiently removing his body from yours and it made you pout and shiver. 

“Hurry up,” you urged, giving him an incentive to come back to you faster by playing with your own nipples. That always got you worked up, playing with your nipples so the moans and sighs that tumbled from your lips couldn’t be helped no matter what.

“Oh my god,” you heard his pained voice say and you opened your eyes seeing him frozen, eyes rapt on you and your every move. The small foil package in hand but forgotten as he drank you in.

It made you feel powerful as you did this in front of him, you’d never done this for anyone else, but you trusted Tom and you wanted to do this for him as your hand moved lower. 

The first touch against your pussy made a whimper fall past your lips and your hips bucked against your finger as you spread your juices all around it. Slowly sinking your finger inside of yourself, you glanced at Tom and it looked like he’d stopped breathing all-together what he was witnessing.

You moaned his name as you let another finger join your other one already inside of you. That seemed to jolt him into action as he tore the foil and rolled the condom on.

“You think you can just get away with this little performance hm?” His voice had a slight edge to it that sparked a rush of excitement and you couldn’t help but to shiver. 

“‘m sorry Tommy,” you breathed right before removing your fingers and licking them clean explicitly for him to see, a small smirk playing on your lips as his eyes focused on your mouth and fingers.

“Oh you’re in for it now,” he warned, and you couldn’t help your shit-eating grin now, hastily getting up on your hands and knees - tauntingly wiggling your ass in his face.

The loud echo of the slap shouldn’t have come as a surprise to you but it did, coming as a shock to the system. A surprised cry left your mouth and you glanced over your shoulder meeting his gaze.

“What? You didn’t think I wouldn’t punish you somehow after pulling that right now?” His gaze was full of mirth and it made you swallow thickly as you felt his hand on the back of your neck pushing your front down so that you were ass-up. You let out a small moan feeling the grass against your nipples as yet another smack was dealt out on your ass making you shut your eyes.

“Count em’.” 

“Two,” you breathed as he laid another one into you and you felt that smack harder than the previous ones, but it hurt in the best way possible.

“T-three--” Your voice was already becoming laboured and uneven by the pleasure this was causing you. Your pussy was starting to throb more and more with each slap he gave your ass. Sometimes it wasn’t even your ass he smacked, it could be your lower thighs too, or where the curve of your ass was.

“Six - ah, fuck. Oh god Tom,” you moaned, feeling him deal out two consecutive slaps and his free hand started rubbing your pussy.

“Goodness me, you’re like a fountain, pretty girl. Soaking wet for me, all from this?” His voice had dropped and you whined hearing that, knowing he was just as turned on now.

“Please,” you gasped when he pushed another finger in, the breath being effectively knocked out of your lungs as he began fucking them in and out of you. 

You felt your knees give out, but he held you up.

“I make your knees weak, huh?” The smugness could be heard in his voice and it just made you that much more turned on, but you wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction of knowing just how right that statement was.

“Is that the best you can do?” you sassed and you let out a yelp feeling his thumb press down on your clit, adding a delicious pressure on it. That was right before he started unrelentingly rubbing your clit in quick back-and-forth movements that made you forget your own damn name.

“I- ohmygod,” you cried out, feeling your stomach tighten and your legs shake. He knew exactly what you liked and how you liked it. You were moments away from cumming. He knew your body well enough by now to tell that as well. 

“Didn’t think I’d let you cum that easily, now did you?” He smirked, removing his fingers from your pussy and making a show of licking them clean. First, you gasped, then you let out a frustrated groan being so close to that orgasm that you could practically taste it, heavy on your tongue.

“No pretty girl, you’re gonna work for it.” He smirked, leaning back on his arms, lazily stroking his cock. When you turned around, you admired his figure, still clad in his hoodie and with his cap on backwards. Your throat went dry at the sight.

You didn’t waste a moment before you saddled up, straddling his hips and holding the base of his cock as you slowly sunk down on him.

“Fuck,” he punched out, gritting his teeth as your walls engulfed him. You let out a shaky breath taking a moment to adjust to him. 

“Tom,” you moaned, throwing your head back with your hands on his shoulders as his hands moved to your hips to stabilize and help you bounce on him.

“Taking my cock so well,” he grunted, moving forward so that he could press kisses all along your neck and collarbone. You began rocking your hips, feeling bursts of pleasure through your whole body.

“Such a gorgeous neck - kinda wanna choke you when you cum all over my cock.” That drew a nothing short of pornographic moan from your lips when his words registered.

“Please, please,” you whimpered, rocking your hips desperately against him, taking him further. He let out a curse and gripped your ass helping you move as he started thrusting his hips and all you were able to do now was hold on and enjoy the ride - literally.

“Oh fuck yes, right there Tom!” you cried out when he angled his hips and thrusted particularly hard, finding your spot and your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

“You’re amazing, feel so tight all around my cock,” he grunted and you moaned louder, nicking his cap off of him to put it on your own head - backwards of course.

The corner of his mouth lifted up in a smirk seeing you in the cap. “Looks so much better on you, pretty girl - next time, maybe it should be you wearing my hoodie and cap when we fuck.” 

“Next time, hm?” 

“You bet your ass there’s gonna be a next time.” It made those damned butterflies come swooping in your belly at the prospect of doing this again with him.

“Aw hell yeah.” You grinned leaning forward to kiss him fervently as he held you tightly onto his chest. His hips never stopped, set on a maddening pace so that all you could do was cling to him even tighter as he rocked your world.

“I-I’m- oh fuck, I’m close,” you moaned when his hand left your ass and sneaked to your front, rubbing your clit. This was all too much for you, the edging from before, the way he was filling you up and the noises he was making. It was only adding to your eminent orgasm, just waiting to engulf you like an open flame. You felt it in the way your stomach tightened and clenched, the way your thighs were shaking.

“Cum for me pretty girl, want to feel you cum all over my cock. I wanna be the one to make you cum so good no one else will ever be good enough,” he growled in your ear, and you cried out feeling one of his hands come up to your neck and give it a light squeeze. 

You let out a choked out sob as your toes curled and you came like a fucking rocket. It was all white-noise by this point as sweat covered your entire body in a thin sheen as you squeezed down on his cock, body shaking from the force of your orgasm. 

“Fuck me, you’re so gorgeous when you cum,” he grunted and you could feel his sloppy thrusts before he came with a loud moan, which just sounded oh-so sexy coming from him. 

“Mmh, fill me up Tommy,” you moaned as you bit down on his earlobe hearing him groan-giggle.

You removed your face from his neck staring at him completely exhausted with an amused look, “That tickles,” he laughed, collapsing on the ground and you snorted laying down on top of him, propping yourself up on your elbows with him still inside of you.

“That was… out of this world,” you sighed happily staring into his eyes. 

“It was pretty fucking incredible.” He smiled, wiping his forehead from the sweat. He was about to say something else entirely when the sprinklers came on, setting a fire underneath both of your asses in collecting your clothes and belongings.

“Fuck!” he shout-laughed as the two of you got dressed. You couldn’t help but to laugh your ass off as the two of you got more and more soaked by the second.

“Oh my god, what if someone saw us,” you giggled, slapping a hand over your mouth as you looked around, just as he took your hand breaking out into a sprint. 

“No one’s seen us,” he snorted as you made your way back to the frat house, quickly and sneakily heading into his room to grab some clothes before the two of you snuck into the bathroom across the hallway.

“Please lock the fucking door,” you panted as you regained your breath. He grinned locking the door so that you could hear it. “Thanks.” 

“Do you uh - wanna go first?” he asked, turning shy and awkward for the first time tonight. You felt your own cheeks heat up.

“Why don’t we just… go together? Not like we’ve not seen each other naked before...?” You trailed off feeling very shy suddenly. He gave you a shy smile as he nodded.

“Sounds reasonable, and an environment-friendly solution.” He winked, making you giggle as the two of you stripped out of your drenched clothes. 

“Are you always such an idiot?” you asked once the two of you were in the shower, the warm water coming in and pouring down over the both of you.

“I try to be.” 

You snorted and put your head against his shoulder shaking it back and forth in exasperation. 

“I can’t deal with you,” you giggled as he started to laugh at that.

“Why not?” The mock-hurt in his voice only sent you giggling even further. “I’m so cute.”

“If that helps you sleep at night, bubs.” 

“A night of fucking you helps me sleep at night,” he countered with a cheeky smirk which made you squeak.

“Tom!”

He laughed loudly at you seeing the indignant look on your face. “What? It’s true!”

“Shut up and wash my hair for me.” You turned around to hide your flush. A grin crossed your face when he sighed, but soon you felt him lather shampoo into your hair and giving you the best head massage you’d ever gotten. 

“What hair style have you given me?” You laughed feeling him play around with your hair. 

Tom giggled. “One you’ll never know.” 

“Rude.” You couldn’t help your giggles when he sounded so happy and pleased with himself. You always indulged him, he was your weak spot and so whatever he wanted he mostly got. 

“You look snazzy.” He grinned before he gently tipped your head back to rinse it out of your hair for you. Taking care as to be as gentle as he could and making sure that you didn’t get any shampoo or water in your eyes. 

“You’re awfully gentle,” you noted as you turned around looking at him seeing the way his cheeks turned pink.

“I didn’t want you getting anything in your pretty face.” You melted hearing those words come from him so you did the only thing you could. 

You stepped closer to him under the spray of water and placed your hands on his shoulders, gently kissing him, feeling his arms go around you instinctively as he kissed you back, just as sweetly. 

“C’mon, let’s go have a cuddle,” he murmured as he broke the kiss and you were quick to agree. He got out first, rummaging around for a moment to retrieve two towels for the two of you.

“M’lady,” he courteously offered as he handed you a pair of his boxers and a sleeping t-shirt. You couldn’t help your fond grin as he goofed around like that, all while you got dressed. 

“Why thank you, kind sir.”

The two of you made sure the coast was clear before you snuck across the hall and into his room, making sure that the door was firmly locked before you crawled into bed. 

You were used to sleeping in his bed from all of your sexcapades, but this was bordering on something un-chartered. You’d never spent the night just sleeping in it before.

“Do you, uh - wanna spoon?” he asked whilst rubbing the back of his neck, a nervous tick you’d noticed.

“Only if you let me be the little spoon,” you admitted just as shyly  giving him a small smile. He let out a little laugh, getting comfortable and opening up his arms for you to get situated. Which you easily did, feeling so safe and protected in his arms.

You ran your fingers along his arm, seeing the tiny goosebumps appear on the skin making you smile.

“Hey Tom?” 

“Hmm?” You turned around in his embrace so that you were face to face. 

You took a deep breath, feeling like you were about to throw up from nervousness and the amount of butterflies that were flying around in your tummy right now.  “I...I don’t think I can keep doing this,” you started, feeling your heart up in your throat, about to make its way out of your body.

“What? Why?” he asked, voice changing from something inexplicably soft to ...hurt? You stared at his bare chest, unable to find the courage to look him in the eyes at what you were about to say next.

“I… I- fuck,” you started, desperately trying to keep the tears at bay, but it was useless as you felt them pool. “I like you Tom, more than being just your fuck buddy.” 

There. It was out, too late to take it back. All you could do now was wait for what he’d say and hope he’d let you down easy. 

“Pretty girl…” he started and you couldn’t hold it in any longer as an ugly sob tore from your throat, hands coming up to cover your face and it just made you cry even more when he wrapped his arms around you and held you even tighter. Hands gently stroking up and down your back. It wasn’t fair - it really fucking wasn’t. 

“You’re gonna make someone so happy Tom, a-and she’ll be the luckiest girl o-out there,” you sniffled as your lip wobbled, doing your most valiant effort to be happy for him whenever he found that someone special. 

“I’ve already got her.” 

“H-huh?” You hiccuped trying to make sense of his words. Had he already met someone whilst he was fucking around with you? 

“It’s you, silly, I don’t know how much more obvious I can make it that I’m tits over arse for you.” He chuckled and for the first time you looked up at him. He gently wiped your tears away grinning down at you.

“O-oh, you fucking wanker!” you nothing short of wailed at him. Normally, you weren’t a violent person, but this was warranted a tiny slap on his chest for putting you through that.

“What?” He laughed pressing a kiss to your temple, unable to contain his laughter. 

“My poor fragile heart can’t handle shit like this - I swear to god, Thomas, sleep with one eye open,” you sniffled as a smile spread on your face at the fact that he did feel the same. There was no elation quite like it. 

“I’ll happily sleep with one eye open if you’re the one sleeping beside me.” He smirked and you gently touched his face.

“Do you really though?” you asked in a whisper, not trusting your voice quite yet. 

“I really like you, yeah - have from the start, I just didn’t know how to tell you… not really. I didn’t want you to think that I was only in it for the sex. I mean… At first it was, but then we got to know each other and everything just… changed, for me at least,” he explained, stuttering through his words, and you knew that there was nothing you could say to top that, so you kissed him.

You poured everything you had into that single kiss - every ounce of love and emotions was poured into that kiss, hoping it would be enough to convey what you felt for him. 

“I really, really like you too, Thomas, if you couldn’t tell,” you whispered against his lips, pulling him on top of you, letting him crush you with his weight as he deepened the kiss.

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you belong with me- thomas

this is thomas’s pov. i like doing both pov (i dont know if you can tell) but there are a few things im working on but enjoy!

“How could-? Are you even hearing yourself speak you fool? No- no. God, you know what I'm done.” I throw my phone on the bed, scaring Sir Issac in the process. I cringe even as I begin pacing back and forth. It was truly absurd, utterly crazy, that William lived in such a world where he would ever consider me being with anyone but Audrey Rose. Whilst we weren’t together per say, it was clear there would be no one else for me. The fact that he had already caused trouble for us once makes this even more irritating. I turn and find Audrey Rose already watching me. Her hair disheveled in a messy bun which tells me she is studying or researching something. I give her what I hope classifies as a smile and watches as she pulls out a familiar notebook, searches for her pen and then writes: Are you okay?

Of course she would ask if I'm okay and not what happened; using our absurd way of talking to each other instead of using the window or even messaging me. I shake my head but smile and make my way towards my window. The wind hits me, sending my hair flying but I embrace the fresh air as I watch her move herself off her bed, cursing at her stiff legs. She has been there most of the day, not moving and lost in her work and music. She curses once more as she hits her elbow on the window sill and she looks truly adorable. “You have a wicked mouth Wadsworth. Did you not learn cursing is unlady-like?” I try to ignore the other thoughts I have of her mouth.

“Fuck you,” she scowls at me. It always makes me smile hearing her curse, she always sounds confident in them somehow, making them seem so real. The first time she swore was the time she failed a science test. Well, not exactly a fail, but she was marked wrong by a substitute teacher who didn't like her so she decided to berate him in front of the whole class, starting with her shouting ‘bullshit!’ as soon as she saw her results.

“I assume dear wadsworth, you want to ask what has made me so irate?” As much as I would rather climb across the gap and make her watch another one of my romance films again instead of talk about it, I know that I should. Otherwise it'll eat at my mind when I go to sleep. As well as it being used against wadsworth in some way too.

“Perhaps,” she says, eyes sparkling with mischief as she rests her head on the wall and brings her knees to her chest, “perhaps I merely wanted to ask if Sir Issac was okay.” I nearly burst out laughing at her. She has a love hate relationship with my cat. She pretends to hate the ‘beast’ but will often let him sit on her lap or pet him whenever she is over here. When I first got him, she stayed round mine for the night and we settled him. Even then she had tried to pretend not to like him but she doesn’t remember that she fell asleep with him curled up next to her. I had to sleep on my chair because they were sprawled out, surrounded by her work.

“Really? You always refer to him as a little pest, whereas as with me, I am your dearest person, of course you want to know how I am feeling. My son is good though, very energetic today.” Said cat brushes against me and I look at him, the memory still clear in my mind. Yet I know I need to stop avoiding the problem, Audrey Rose is too kind to push me into telling her, and will let me avoid it for as long as I need. It is not the worst thing we’ve faced yet I still hate it.  

“I assume you saw the call, well that was William,” she nods, her face already falling at the mention of his name, “Yes, awful. Apparently though, there is a rumor that I'm with Miss whitehall. I don't even remember her first name, but he was convinced of our relation despite my protests. Madness.” I scoff at the sheer audacity of him and his friends. Sir Issac nuzzles into me, knowing that I'm upset and wanting to change that. As well get attention.

“Is this the same William that had convinced everyone I was dating him?”

“Yes.” Anger rolls through me at the memory of that disaster. What hurt Audrey Rose the most is that she truly thought he was a friend. She’d explained that with me she didn't try, but everyone else she had too, so when they'd fallen into easy conversations during lessons she really enjoyed having someone other than me and lize and her uncle to talk to.

“Bitch. Why on earth is he such a problem? Where on earth does he even make this assumptions about us?'' She begins pacing, her mind working faster than her steps as she no doubt recalls everything that happened. I am inclined to do the same. I can still remember her walking into her room, looking at me and falling apart. I climbed into her room and held her letting her calm before she spoke to me. I cried as well, slightly, knowing how much that friendship had meant to her. I'd made us watch a really cheesy film and she'd fallen asleep in my arms.

“I have never once,”I say to drag her back to the present “shown interest in her, nor will I ever.” I drag a hand through my hair. “She's just- a lot.” the first time id met her she was just very loud and demanding, I couldn't stand her. I'd watched her insult so many people for being themselves, for liking childish things, or in Audrey Rose's case, morbid things.

“That is the understatement of the year Cresswell. Besides, you wouldn’t work, she's too- your,” she falls silent, either lost in thought or not wanting to tell me those thoughts. Her cheeks turn a light shade of pink and I smile. She doesn't meet my eye as she sits herself down and I raise my brows as she asks what? As though she didn’t just show me that she has many inappropriate thoughts about me. She curls herself into a ball, hiding in her oversized hoodie, which is mine that I'm not sure she realizes is.

“I’m what? I'd be delighted to know your innermost thoughts of me, Wadsworth.”

“You're absurd but fine I'll elaborate,” she rolls her eyes though, even as the pink deepens slightly. Her eyes focused on my own. So I face her fully, like an astute student in class dying to seek knowledge, “you're too kind, too witty and clever and Whitehall wouldn’t appreciate you enough. You-” she stops talking immediately, as though whatever is in her mind she cant voice. Her face twists into something unreadable and I get the sense that she would rather not ever speak about me being with someone other than her.

“You forgot to mention how handsome I look, or how charming I am, but I'll take it,” she suppresses an eye roll and her smile and ignores the way my voice deepens ever so slightly. I pat Sir Issac off me and earn a whine but he jumps off me. I reach out to her and she leans, her hair ripping free of her bun with little effort from the wind. Her dark curls cling to her face, framing her perfectly too. It makes me want to hold her face in her hands and kiss her deeply.

“I don’t need to inflate your ego further Thomas.”

She inflates my ego every time she smiles at me, whether that be because of my joke or simply smiling at me because I am her friend. “I know but it would've been nice. I did say the inner most thoughts but we’ll get there. Audrey rose-I don’t belong with her, you’re right, my heart would never belong to her especially since it already belongs to someone else.”

She blinks at me, her face falling flat. Silence falls over us and I realize she thinks I'm talking about someone else. And idea forms, one that she may hate me for but one I'm going to do anyway.

“I-” she begins, no doubt going to tell me she wants me to be happy without whomever I'm with. I stand before she can say anything and she stares at me for a second so I motion for her to move. I want to be able to hold her and be next to her. I climb over and set myself on her window sill, leaving enough space for her on the other side. “I hope you are happy with whomever has your heart Cresswell.” I try to hide my smirk at her. Preparing myself for the worst. Preparing myself for her calling me an idiot and that she doesn't like me that way. I wouldn’t blame her.

“Of course I'll be happy. She's amazing. Let me tell you all about her. I met her many years back and was instantly smitten with her emerald eyes and her quick witted mind. How she sings to herself every morning and how her dark curls fall across her face whenever she sits on her bed and reads. I adore her curiosity for the dead and how wicked her mouth is and how delightful it is to watch your mind at work. I love when she shows me a note through the window to see if I'm doing okay and-”

“Wait,” she blurts out, her cheeks red now and eyes bright with shock, “Thomas, are you talking about me?”

I can’t help but laugh. She is one of the smartest people I have ever met yet she, just like I do, struggles with social cues sometimes. Albeit it she is better than I will ever be. “Yes, finally! I thought I'd have to keep speaking forever till you realized it was you.” Not that that would be a problem. As of right now I'd happily list the way her eyes are filled with both relief and shock and happiness and it's a look I want to capture whenever I need a reminder of something good in life.

She scowls at me, ignoring her blush. I take a risk and reach out my hand, moving closer so that her back is straightened on the wall, her attention fixed on me completely. No fake scowl or bright smile, just an intent gaze I can't quite pick apart. I rest my hand on her leg, now free of her (my) hoodie. “Wadsworth, darling, I have been in love with you for some time now.”

I stare at my best friend, my love, as she tries to convince herself this is real. It's truly adorable. Then her eyes widen slightly as she whispers: “I have something to show you.”

She jumps from my grip, running the short distance to her bed and then shuffling through the mountain of books and papers sprawled there until she pulls out a notebook and shakes it, letting a piece of paper drop. It's folded and creased a lot, as though it has been opened often. I watch as she faces me and slowly, her face fixed on the sheet as she opens and holds it out to me.

I read the words: I love you.

I love you.

I read them over and over and over, trying to imprint it on my brain. Her delicate handwriting and her confession reaches out to me and I desperately want to reach out to her, hold her against me and press kisses and make her laugh.

Audrey rose takes her seat across from me and I instantly reach out, holding her leg again. Anything to reassure me this is real. “I wrote that the night after you came here the second time.” her voice is soft, her curls once again framing her face as she looks at me, “Something in me clicked that no matter what you'd find a way to comfort me. Not save me, but work alongside me. I wanted to tell you I just couldn't face it. But I needed to acknowledge it. So I wrote it down, and I look at it every time we use the note system; I try to convince myself to show you.” Audrey Rose would never need saving, never want it, yet her words save my own dark heart that she has felt this way for so long, and we have somehow lived alongside each other and been so blinded by our love entwined with fears that it has taken so long to finally acknowledge them.

I debate pinching myself. Only minutes ago was I miserable and upset, yet Audrey Rose has taken her time to cheer me up. Yet even if I had left it as I am fine, even though she knows me better than that, she wouldn't have pressed for answers; would have waited for me to open up. So i lean in and the world stops as we both wait until our lips are pressed together It's a light kiss, one full of promise and wonder. When I lean back we are both smiling so freely my heart feels as though it too is reaching out to hold Audrey rose. We trade kisses, never wanting to leave this loop but I do lean back away from her. I’m already too drunk on her kisses, I need to breathe, to process this so I can remember it. Once my back is against the wall I pull her, twisting so her back is against mine, leaning into my warmth and I rest my head atop hers. Trying to contain my smiles but to no avail. My hand covers hers and as i look down at her i notice she doesn't bother controlling her smile. It is a magnificent sight.  

“Now would be a perfect time to tell me how handsome I am, my love.”

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To Eternal Bliss, I’m so Glad to Know (ModernAU!Hidan x Reader)

The Rats 1k event prompt: Street racer x Hidan

A/N: hey.. aha.. how y'all doing.. hum so i haven't been doing great, I think that is evident through my inactivity on this blog, but that being said i am in a bit of a better place now. i finally have some time to myself and i intend to put that towards my 900 follower event. Enjoy this wonderful piece of modern racer Hidan that strayed into crazy murder himbo I love car man Hidan.

Title inspired by: this song.

MAJOR TWs: smut, harassment (brief, undescriptive), uhm murter, reckless driving, lots of mentions of and contemplations of death. You are a literal accomplice to murter. Reader is confused. But.. It’s not supposed to be gory and dark, I kinda wanted it to just be stupid and reflect a himbo hidan as much as I could. Last like 6 paragraphs aren’t edited.

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You shouldn’t be in a criminals car, much less in the middle of a police chase and much much less be falling in love with him.

 His silver hair flashes wildly in the occasional flicker of red and blue lights, teeth bared; he was making that face again. That one he had when he first met you, lips curled and canines showing. It looked like he was in pain. It was just because he was actually trying to use his brain, you think. He grips the wheel tightly, the whites of his pale knuckles glowing as he swerves onto one of the busiest city streets you know. 

Barely avoiding a collision with a distinct yellow blur you could barely classify as a taxi, he continued to speed through the lanes, horns blaring and merging into the sound of the wailing sirens quickly approaching. Another sharp turn onto a slightly less busy road had your body slamming against the console, leaning close to Hidan. Your eyes stray from the window and onto his face, unable to hear what he is saying, you make out the movement of his lips:

shit,shit,shiiit 

The tires screeched as he fumbled around with the controls, sending the car into a full 180 and narrowly avoiding a police car sacrificing its auto body in favour of capturing Jashin. That was real close call, just scratching the side of the passenger door, but you wouldn't know; you were still watching your boyfriends features as he speeds off down another dirty alley. 

You were pretty sure that one day you were going to die trapped in Hidans little metal box.. A distant part of you wanted to throw up when you realized you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sure, he was obnoxiously annoying in the most serious of times and incredibly oblivious when you desperately needed him to get a clue. I mean fuck, it felt like despite his adolescent years of elementary and secondary school (which you’re not even sure he attended) his brain only had the capacity to process two things. The first being lewd shit and the second would be the gas pedal... and maybe half a braincell was in there thinking of you, but probably only of you in your panties or something really shallow like that. 

You really shouldn’t love him. 

Barrelling down the alley he randomly slammed the breaks down, the lack of warning sending you flying forward. Bracing yourself to be slammed into the front of car, but just when you thought you were going to break your nose Hidan reversed, sending your body backwards instead. You yelped and he sent you a stupid little apologetic curl of his lip before twisting his body, hand coming to your chair for support as he sped the car backwards through the trash littered street. You didn't understand why he suddenly changed his mind about the direction until a few seconds later when a black and white cop car swerved down the alley in the direction you were back pedalling from. Hidan must have known they were going to try and cut his route off.    

  At the sight of the police vehicle your boyfriend impulsively slammed the breaks, rolling his window down and leaning his head out of it, “Ha, you stupid fucks think you could catch Jashin with some lame shit like that? I could smell that from a mile away!” From your boyfriends childish tone you predicted he was going to blow a raspberry, but the sound of speeding tires approaching quickly stopped him. Sirens blaring, the police car sped its way forward. 

“Oh fuck.” Hidan sped Jashin backwards again. 

  You remembered the first time you met Jashin.

  It was late that night, you were making your long trek home after a disastrous closing shift. You were tired. So fucking tired. You never would have taken that shortcut if you weren’t truly physically drained. As you made your way briskly through that musky trash infested canal, you were stopped by a man who smelled just as intensely as the alley itself. It was so much so that you had thought that perhaps it was the mans smell that was so potent and not the space itself. 

  Defining what the source of that smell was wasn’t important though, not when he was coming straight at you with barred, yellow teeth. You didn't know what to do and to be fair, what the fuck were you supposed to do? He was yelling something, you couldn't hear it over the thrashing of your erratic heartbeat.  Were you going to die? You were so fucking tired. 

Maybe you should run.

  You didn’t though. Didn’t have the energy. So you let the man come face to face with your figure, grabbing at the lapels of your coat and screaming. His breath was unbearable and you thought you were going to pass away just from the smell as opposed to actually being murdered. Although you suppose this could probably qualify for a murder, his breath was most definitely a weapon. But despite his shouts being directly at you, his humid breath spraying across your face as his chest constantly heaved, you couldn't understand what he was saying. 

“Jashin! Jashin is coming!” 

  What the fuck was Jashin? Could you still not hear him? He was probably sick. You were tired. So you continued to let him shake your form. Was he going to kill you or just ask for some money?

  Thats when a beast of sleek red metal swerved down the alley, trampling over peeled open garbage bags and beer bottles, approaching you with each sound of a crinkled can. It was gunning straight towards the man who was backing you up against the wall, he was frothing and screaming at the sight and the next moment the hood of the car slammed into his form. Despite your close proximity to the man, you were left barely unscathed and a little bit disappointed.  

  The scene laid frozen for a good thirty seconds: the man unconscious on the floor, your unsteady breathing and the window of the car rolling down. It inched back to reveal a man about your age - which made him just barely a man - with silver slicked back hair, barred teeth and knitted eyebrows. 

“Shit.” 

  You just stared at him, backpack beginning to slide down your shoulders. He stared back at you, waiting to see what your next move was going to be. You didn’t have one. 

  “...If it makes you feel any better, douchebag deserved it.” The man said a few minutes later, he clearly wasn't expecting the crumpled body on the floor to have tried to seek out help, let alone from a cute girl. He smoothed his hair back. 

   His crappy attempt to seduce you didn't work and nor did his equally crap words of consolation, you were tired. This whole situation was even more tiring. You just wanted to sleep. 

  “I won't tell anyone, if you just drive me home.”

  He clearly wasn't expecting that, you could tell that from the pained look intensifying on his face and his little choked gasp. A few moments later it released like an elastic band snapping and his features set into a smug smirk. A cute girl who wasn’t gonna snitch on him?

  “You’re not going to question the fact that I just hit someone with my car? Is it cause I'm so fucking sex-” 

  You weren’t listening, walking over the heap of a body and around the car into the passenger seat. The contrasting smell of vanilla and cigarettes clouded your senses as you clicked your seatbelt into place - noticing his lack of one in the process.

You hated that your face was burning up as you spoke. “I live a few blocks away.” 

For a while you were sure that this was the first girl Hidan had ever had in his car. It was obvious that he was freaking out, maybe if he didn’t hit people in alleyways and then blamed your silence on the fact that he was so fucking sexy, then maybe he would be able to talk to more.

  He tried to blab to you the whole way to your apartment accidentally making wrong turns to try and extend the length of your stay. He told you about that man in the alley, said something about how he totally fucked him over in some black market shit for auto parts. Said his enemy, - he stressed this word very intensely - Shikamaru probably put him up to it. Nobody messes with Jashin goddamit, I fucking hate that guy. It was a shit justification for murder no doubt, there is never a good reason to hit someone with a car, but you supposed your indifference wasn't any better. 

  You stole a couple glances at him every now and then, when his eyes took a break from darting back and fourth between your thighs, your face and the road. He had a sharp jaw, pretty cheekbones, gelled back hair with small strands escaping every so often - causing him to brush them back when too many tickled his forehead - his lashes were long and his eyes so pretty so in the dim light of the empty city streets. His teeth were straight and sharp canines peeked out whenever he sent you a suggestive smirk.

You also spent an unbelievably long time watching his fingers maneuver the steering wheel, the way his hands flexed with a certain turn. The veins of his forearms travelling underneath his leather jacket pushed up at the elbows, his jeans were all worn out and faded and his shoes looked like they were about to fall apart, it was a big difference in comparison to the well kept state of his handsome car.

  When he finally made it to your complex after running out of roads to take wrong turns down, he looked at you like a lost puppy, rolling the passenger window down to call out to you as you opened the lobby doors. “So I’ll meet you out here tomorrow then? Say, around 9?” 

  You turned to look at him confusedly, inquiring as to why he would be picking you up when you made no reservations to see him again, why would you want to see your accomplice in a murder ever again? But he was already speeding off before you got the chance. 

At least you could finally go to sleep.

The next day he was outside your apartment fifteen past nine, blaring his horn as he maneuvered his upper body to hover out the window of his lovely Jashin. You were nestled on your couch, staring at the blue light of the TV screen in your dark apartment desperately trying to avoid the textbook glowering at you from the coffee table.

‘Cute kitten saved from tree’ was sprawled across the bottom of your television in bold letters as a perky blonde read off the little cue cards in her hand. You’d been watching the news all day, waiting for the red breaking news! To slice across the screen and read out the description of a crippled homeless gambler found dead in an alley, but it never came.

It mad you feel a little angry when you realized his death wasn’t going to be announced and you knew there was no way it hadn’t been discovered yet. Then you sat startled at the realization that you didn’t feel anything towards what happened. That the anger you felt in wanting it to be so desperately displayed on the news was because you hoped you would feel something then.

The sound of Hidans car horn threw you out of your thoughts as you jumped like a frightened cat to the window. Peeling back the curtain you were surprised to see that blood stained blotch on the road with a lavender haired boy peeking out, baring his teeth.

You contemplated staying inside, he didn’t know your apartment number, but you knew that he definitely wouldn’t stop blaring the horn if you didn’t. His hand was undeniably laying flat against the centre of he wheel as he continued to sound out, you heard someone yell for him to fucking shut up. Hidan continued as if he didn’t hear. It kind of flattered you.

You wanted to vomit.

You took the stairs.

It was the beginning of winter when you finally let Hidan fuck you. You were in some parking lot lined with pitch black shops on a Sunday night. Everyone closed early going home to their families, except the two of you of course.

It was odd being with him for this long. One outing turned into another and then another, before you knew it he was picking you up every night at nine -sometimes fifteen minutes passed,- blaring his horn excitedly as he peeked out his car.

He told you it was the perfect place to do donuts, didn’t you want to do donuts? You did. It was the beginning of winter. It was icy. His idea was incredibly fucking stupid. But you agreed because maybe you’d skid on the ice and smash into a store, get crushed by the crumbling debris..

There was little snowflakes hitting the windows of Jashin as you two sat parked in the middle of the deserted lot.

“You ready? Oh you’re gonna love this, babe.”

He grinned as your face heated up at the name, you always got all flustered whenever he said anything like that. It made him feel giddy. His long fingers start Jashin up, moving to clutch the wheel as the car thrums to life.

When he makes the first swerve with his car, he turns his head to watch your body all stiff and frightened. It was funny. He laughed as your face twisted into an even more flustered one - if that was possible. God, you were always such a hard ass at the beginning of the night, but when he dropped you off outside your apartment early into the morning he always made sure to leave you with a little smile on your face. Even now, this early into the night he could see the beginnings of one.

He twisted the wheel again and your body flew to the left, smooshing into the console and the surprised laugh that left your mouth had his guts twisting. He wanted to hear it again. Your walls always fell when he did stupid shit like this. You were kinda fucked up now that he thought about it. Always getting all giggly when you should probably be screaming at him to be more careful for fucks sake! But you never did and he loved that about you. Just as fucked as he was.

“Hey babe, babe! This one’ll be good. Watch, watch.” He gripped the wheel again and grinded his sneaker into the gas, the first skid across asphalt was intentional, but when he tried to regain the reigns of his dark red beast it began to thrash out of his control.

Goddamn ice patch.

The car twisted, screeched and burned into the pavement for a good twenty seconds and when he was sure you should be screaming because I mean come on, that was fucking scary, he heard silence.

As the car came to a complete stop and your body was once again flung against the console, he turned to you. He thinks he was gonna ask if you were okay but he couldn’t remember because the next moment you were grabbing tufts of his gelled hair and sucking his face off.

He loved every second of it. The amount of times he’d tried to get his dick wet with you before was astronomical, but you’d always tell him no and he would pout like a dog. But hey, now you’re shoving your tongue down his throat like a dog so he settled on the idea that good things do come to people who wait.

The reason you decided to do it then was blurry. One moment his car was skidding around the parking lot and you were laughing and thinking of the chance of death and the next second it spat onto your tongue and you realized you didn’t want it anymore.

Like that first time you slid into his car, as you kissed him now you tasted contrasting flavours. Mint and cigarettes. For a moment you thought you were going to pull away, but you felt the sudden need to drink all of it. To somehow understand why you felt like you were burning from the inside.

It was his fault really. Hidan made you feel less tired, if that was a good way to put it. You started looking forward to things after you two met and eventually you actually started to feel a bit more deeply for poor crumpled man in the alley. It felt as if you’re body was being thawed out by this silver haired idiot who was groping for the clasp of your bra underneath your shirt.

So you climbed over the console, fumbling with the side of his chair to pull his seat back as you began to strip off your top in haste. You unbuttoned his jeans and slid down to the space between his leg, choking and drooling all over his cock because when you did you felt all these funny emotions bubbling in your body, you felt alive.

He was a loud mouth when you had his dick down your throat, groaning and saying the dumbest, lewdest shit his sex wired brain could think of. You know how many times he’s thought of this? You feel so good, you feel so good. God this is so good, Jashin probably loves it too... We should fuck on the hood of the car next. Long slender fingers guided your head up and down him as he began to twitch thrust his hips upwards, finally spill into your mouth. Douchebag didn’t let your head go and you felt some of his juices dribble down your tongue.

“Swallow it, swallow it while my dicks still in your mouth... Atta girl, you’re so good. So greedy..”

And you swallowed it all, he hoisted you back onto his lap and pushed your skirt up. He was whispering all this perverted stuff in your ear and your mouth fell open against his neck. Words making you flush fiercely and slowly grind your hips against him. You stopped him when he was beginning to shove your panties down your thighs, though.

For the first time you felt small in comparison to him as you met his eyes. He stopped his movement seeming like he was going to say something too, but you cut him off.

“- Hidan... I’ve never done it before.”

He stares at you all wide eyed before laughing and for a second and you think about getting out of his car and walking home because that’s such a douchebag thing to do, but then he surprises you.

“Me too, I was just about to say.. but I mean it can’t be hard right? Well, I am hard,” he laughed and you found yourself huffing a small giggle at his stupid joke, good mood returning as he continued, “I was just gonna go with what I seen in hentais.” That explained his dirty talk.

It was pretty good for your first time though. Ideally not the best place to have sex, you kept hitting your head and he couldn’t quite get his hips thrusting at a good pace with the confined space, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care because it was Hidan and you think you just might be in love with him.

That’s why you don’t say anything when a few weeks later you see “Shikamaru Nara, infamous street racer found dead in a back alley crash.” flashing across your tv screen.

You don’t comment, just give a little understanding hum when Hidan calls you and tells you he can’t pick you up tonight babe, or for a few nights, Jashin needs some repairs..

It’s why now, as he speeds through the streets recklessly with your bags in the trunk and the sound of sirens ringing in your ears that you feel tears prick your eyes. You wish you could have told him to be more careful, that he shouldn’t have done what he did without planning it. Something, anything.. it’s too late now. But he’s not to blame.

You think it’s your fault, really.

[popatochisssp]

i heard gem backstories, am i too late for that?

Not at all!

Here’s what happened to the damaged and mysterious gems to bring them to their current state...

Horrorfells

Ruby wanted to join the Crystal Gems when Rose Quartz rebelled against Homeworld. He confided as much in Bixbite and tried to get him to come too...but Bixbite balked.

They argued over it but neither would budge and Ruby left for Earth alone while the most Bixbite could bring himself to do was facilitate and cover for his ‘escape.’ 

The regret sank in quickly, but by the time Bixbite acted on his second thoughts and turned around, defecting to join his brother... it was too late. The Diamonds had blasted the planet in the wake of Pink’s shattering and the war was over.

The...thing...he finds down on the planet’s surface... it bears his brother’s broken gem, but it isn’t Ruby anymore.

He’s devastated and consumed with guilt and lingers around the beast for several cycles, trying to figure out what to do; if there’s anything to be done.

Eventually, Bixbite decides to try and fuse with it. Best case scenario, he’ll find his brother in there somewhere and pull him back out of...this. Worst case scenario...

He won’t have to live with the guilt of it anymore.

The fusion falls apart quickly, as it often has before, but the attempt causes the corruption to spread to Bixbite too. They spend a few centuries lurking in the same general area of Earth, more creature than gem, until the start of Era 3 when corruption can be undone... at least, mostly undone.

Horrorswaps

Zircon was always inadequate at performing the duties of his caste. He got away with it for a long time, doing administrative (pearl) work to be useful, but in Era 2, after the War, that kind of thing didn’t really fly anymore.

He was informed that he was to be rejuvenated, in the hopes that his defect was purely psychological and he might perform better when all of that excess was wiped clean. He made an attempt to protest, but was ever-so-politely informed that the other proposed solution was to be scrapped and harvested to truly start from scratch, and... he went quietly after that.

Chalcedony knew none of this until it had all already happened, and when he encountered the empty, robotic shell of his brother, it was exactly the impetus he needed to do what he’d been thinking about doing for ages.

He defects.

He grabs Zircon and makes a daring escape, hindered by the fact that they’re pursued and that Zircon--remembering nothing--is actively resisting being kidnapped from his duties by a crazy quartz.

It’s not until they’re caught, Chalcedony pinned with a laser-sword coming down towards his chest (aimed right at his gem on the other side) and yelling for Zircon to run that memory comes rushing back.

Just barely too late.

Zircon reforms as himself, with only enough time to process the situation and hurl himself at their attacker, throwing off their aim. Chalcedony poofs as his body’s impaled, but the sword only scrapes along the curved surface of his gem instead of piercing right through and shattering it.

But that still leaves Zircon in a hell of a pickle, alone with a very angry gem whose mission had been interrupted.

They turn on him, swinging their sword and slicing cleanly through, poofing him instantly, and as his gem pieces clatter to the ground, they turn to finish their mission: destroying the renegade quartz.

What they didn’t know is that Chalcedony always reforms quickly. They certainly couldn’t have expected, even if they had known that, that he would even be able to reform with a damaged gem...but he did it.

Just barely too late.

At least Chalcedony has the drop on them this time and he hits hard, dissipating their form quickly and scooping up the two pieces of his brother’s gem before resuming their escape even more urgently than before.

He can’t really relax until Zircon manages to (mostly) reform, and the two of them decide to hide out on Earth, the last place any gem would go looking for them.

They’re damaged and incomplete, but still alive and that’s what matters!

Horrorswapfells

Topaz was left to guard the cell of a high profile criminal, newly captured. She tried to sway him to look the other way, to help her fake some kind of equipment malfunction and let her escape, for the good of the rebellion, for the good of gemkind... He stood strong and did his best to block her out, even though her rhetoric appealed to him very, very much.

But he made a thoughtless mistake.

He let her lure him too close to the energy field of the cell, and when he turned his back on her, the gem destabilizer on his hip was just far enough through for her to get a hold of.

He was poofed and by the time he managed to reform, the cell was broken open and empty and not even slamming the ship into lockdown was in time to keep her from well and truly escaping.

Rose Quartz was long gone, and the very next thing she does is go on to shatter Pink Diamond.

Topaz was on the hook for that very, very serious infraction.

...or at least, he would’ve been, had Crazy Lace Agate not stepped up and taken full responsibility for the screw-up, serenely submitting himself for whatever punishment was deemed necessary.

To Topaz’s horror, his brother is shattered before his eye-sockets, for his mistake.

He’s mostly blacked out what happened after, rushing forward and poofing anyone that tried to stop him from getting to Crazy Lace’s shards, frantically scooping them up and bubbling them before making a break for an escape pod.

He sets a course for Earth, figuring at least no one would go looking for him them there, and sets about trying to rearrange his brother’s pieces, like the universe’s most gruesome puzzle.

He doesn’t know what purpose this will serve. It’s stupid, he has no way of truly fusing the shards back together... his brother is gone, he’s dead, he’s dead and it’s his fault-- But...it gives him something to do to keep from falling apart and to not have to acknowledge what’s happening. And maybe if he can put the pieces back together, if he can rebuild his brother’s gem with all the shards arranged exactly how they’re supposed to be... maybe.........

Topaz is on Earth by the time he manages to finish the puzzle--which is where he is when he realizes that a single tiny sliver is missing, left behind lightyears away and undoubtedly destroyed and recycled as Homeworld’s always done with gem remains.

Topaz breaks, the grief and pain hitting him all at once so hard that his physical form poofs instantly even though the damage is only psychological. He goes inert, retreating into his gem and refusing to reform, not wanting to face the world anymore and finding it too painful to try.

(Their gems are both found much, much later, well into Era 3, by Rose Quartz’s son of all people. Crazy Lace is healed and manages to reform, even without his missing piece, and then begins the process of coaxing his brother back out of his unharmed gem.)

Gastertales

There was once a Chrysoberyl, a Kindergartener who defied authority--letting excessively defective gems slip through the cracks, selectively obeying orders, and otherwise doing and being everything someone who makes gems for the Empire should not be.

When no amount of censuring, punishment, and even rejuvenations were enough to bring him in line, he was hauled in for a more final solution.

Except...

He was a very well-made gem, in spite of his behavioral defects, else they’d have just shattered him from the start.

No, they’d really like to be able to get something out of this gem, when so many resources had gone into his creation.

He’s ‘volunteered’ for an experiment, one that has a high chance of mortality, and even if it’s successful, no one has any idea what will happen or if he’ll ever be the same.

Chrysoberyl’s gem is cleaved: cut cleanly, exactly in half with precision equipment to avoid any other damage.

The test is to see if either of the halves will reform; if they can reform and if they do, what state they’ll be in, if they’ll retain any memories of their old form, if they’ll be able to perform the same functions as they did before...

In short, is this a feasible procedure?

This information, or at least the gist of it, is what one of the Chrysoberyl twins discovers in his covert digging into hidden and restricted files, and the reason his very next act is to advise his brother that they had best get the hell out of here, away from the gems monitoring this horrible, fucked up experiment.

In the end, when the two of them make a clean getaway, the experiment is marked as a failure: the escape could be indicative of potential memory retention, and even if not, the behavioral issues were obviously not cleared from either half of the cleaved gem.

Now, there’s two problem Chrysoberyls on the loose, defying Homeworld’s authority.

Definitely a failure.

[darkestdesired]

The Gladiators Prize

@bugmanor

Warning:Smut,Water sex,swearing,Felix being a sexy and clingy Beast,Poor little reader never stood a chance.

Request: NSFW Felix x Innocent/Shy S/o.

An:I am so so so sorry this is so late,I hope this is ok! It's been a while since I've written smut but i am kind of happy with how this came out.

Gladiators had always been my favorite thing to study in history class,they were usually more beast than man.The stories always ended two ways but always with death,Either the lion or the man were leaving that arena alive.

Most of the time it was the lion.

But i never thought I'd actually get the chance to meet one in real life,That was until i found out that my entire college history class was going to the city of Volterra to visit some of the many wonders it had to offer. I was absolutely stoked,i was living by myself and had been wanting to move there my whole life,I was even saving up and nearly had enough.Might as well see what it had in store for me.

The plane ride over was exhausting but i was so glad when our bus finally arrived,Mrs.Gillard whistled to get everyones attention."Alright everyone,our hotel rooms aren't ready yet so why don't you all check out the shops while we wait." There was a wave of relief filled sighs throughout the group causing her to roll her eyes.She was always such a mean woman. I wondered around next to a few shops before deciding to lean against the wall of an alley,pulling out my favorite book about gladiators and blocking out the ouside world.

"Hello there gorgeous,what is someone as stunning as you doing here all alone?" I heard a deep voice ask,Looking up my face heated up immediately as i saw the devilishly handsome man infront of me.He was like a giant compared to me,but he seemed a bit starstruck as well as our eyes met.

"I-I uh.." It was as if my brain had completely shut down,he didn't seem to mind though since he chuckled."Didn't mean to surprise you cara mia,I simply saw a living goddess and wished to introduce myself." He reached over and gently took my hand in his before bending down and making a show of keeping eyecontact as he kissed my knuckles."You smell absolutely heavenly my dear,and what might your name be?" He said in a gruff sultry voice causing my knees to grow weak. "My n-Name is (Y/n)" i said like the utter mess that i was. He smirked down at me and stepped closer,i dropped my book and tried to move back but i was already against the wall.He listed his arms and successfully trapped me between his hulking body and the brick,The cape he wore blocked me from view from the wondering people that walked around outside.

"Such a lovely name..(Y/n).." My name rolled off his tongue like it was his lifes mission to make me faint from bliss. "My name is Felix Volturi Cara Mia,I suggest you remember it." I gulped,"And why is that..?" His eyes chuckled as what sounded like the mix between a growl and purring erupted from his throat."Because you will be screaming it soon enough."

This is it..This is how i die,i thought as he leaned his face closer,his eyes dark with lust."You are mine.." He purred.Something in me urged me to let go and live in the moment,But the sound of one of my classmates yelling my name broke me out of my trance. With a flustered face i quickly moved his cape and dove under his arm,not even attempting to look at him in fear that i might fully lose control.

He watched as i ran out of the valley and out of sight,bending down he picked up my book.He sniffed the book and purred at my scent,He chuckled when he saw the title of the book."Mmm we are destined my little flower,You can not hide from me."

Tossing and turning in bed i huffed before sitting up,I had been lucky enough to not have a roomate,but even that joy couldn't suppress the events of the day.I couldn't get felix out of my head,I had never had someone so attractive talk to me before,and especially not like that.Thinking back on it he looked a lot like the gladiators in my book,if i didn't know any better i would have assumed he was one.

Realizing i wasn't going to be falling asleep anytime soon i decided a nice bath in the tub that seemed more like a pool compared to mine back home would get rid of the heated fantasies that brought a blush to my (S/c) cheeks,Tredding my way into the gorgeous bathroom i undressed on my way there,not even bothering to pick them up on the way, before hopping into the nice steamy water.

I guess that's why i didn't hear the sound of the window opening.

Felix sniffed the air,causing him to lick his lips when he could still smell the traces of my lust,he thanked the gods when he saw my cute but sexy black panties laying onthe floor.Not even hesitating he picking them up and breathed in my scent,barely stopping the growl that threatened to escape.He stuffed them into his pocket before getting undressed,setting his clothes on a chair.There he leaned against the doorframe and watched as i played with myself,i forgot to shut the bathroom door.Since the tub was round i sat with my back to him,Not even realizing the danger i was in.

Sighing in pleasure i added another finger to my tight pussy,"Ah..Mm...Felix..." I moaned. Biting my lip i leaned my head back against the edge of the bath."That's right,say my name again Cara mia." My eyes shot open and i saw Felix standing over me with a sly smirk. Gasping i quickly turned and sat on the other side ,Blushing furiously when i saw the state he was in. "Do not be frightened my love,I told you you are mine." He stepped into the tub until he was knelt between my thighs.

"H-How..How did you get in here..?" I asked,Shaking despite the warm water that engulfed me. He chuckled,"I have my ways,Now let us continue where we left off,Shall we?" Leaning in he captured my lips,he started off gently and waited as i froze with wide eyes.It only took a a few seconds before i melted in and began kissing him back.

From there the kiss got more and more heated,His strangely cold hands grazed at my fragile skin from my shoulders to my breasts,He swallowed my moans as he kneaded my breasts and piched my now perky nipples.My hands held on his braud shoulders for support,Knowing if i let go i would likely sink into the water. Pulling away he licked his lips hungrily as he saw my blazed out expression,"Look at you,So needy for your gladiator hm? Does the idea of such a strong man claiming you turn you on? You are my prize for all of my victories my dear,it is time to claim what is rightfully mine." He pushed his knee forward and smirked,obviously pleased as i began to rut against his thigh involuntarily."That's it,Give into the pleasure." He grinned when he pulled away his knee,eliciting a whine."Do not worry my dear,I will give you what you desire." Grabbing my thighs and wrapping them around his waste he wasted no time in guiding his large member into my aching core.

He hissed and clenched his eyes tight in ecstasy when he was fully sheathed in my warmth,"Fuck..You are so tight my goddess..Tell me..Am i the first man to taint your sacred flesh? Tell me! For i shall hunt down any who has dared to take what is mine." He growled while mercilessly pounding into me once i had gotten used to his size. "N-No..I..I was.." He grinned widely,his dark red eyes glowing as he drowned in the beautiful sound of my moans."You are mine! Do you hear me? No one will dare to even think about taking you from me once i am done with you! Tell me you are mine!I will treat you like a queen." He reached down and grabbed my chin,not to hurt me in the slightest but to force me to look deep into his eyes."I-I am yours! Please Felix..Ahn..hah.." Tears poured down my cheeks,wrapping my arms around his neck he nipped at my neck,causing me to wriggle.

Now that i had accepted him he was going to ensure that i would not be able to walk for the next month.Leaning back he pulled me with him so that i was now riding him,He opted to watch as i bounced on top,enjoying the sight of my breasts bouncing.

"Forget all about the life you have lived before my innocent little mate,i am never letting you go again." I was so blissed out that all i could do was nod,running my hands down his stunning abs.

"Fe-Felix..I'm so close..Please..!"He licked a a stripe up my throat,relishing in the shiver the visibly rolled up my skin."As am i cara mia,Come for me!" With a few more harsh thrusts i felt my body spasm in the most amazing pleasure i had ever felt before.I could hear his grunts as his hands tightened on my thighs,"Fuck...(Y/n)!" He hissed.

I kissed his forehead before burying my head in his shoulder,letting exhaustion take over."All mine." Was the last thing i heard before darkness consumed me.

When i finally awoke i was dressed in an unfamiliar bedroom with my back pressed against a cold chest,arms secured protectively around my waist."Go back to sleep my love,You are home now." Felix's deep comforting voice said against my shoulder causing me to smile."Hmm.." Was my only response as i buried myself deeper into him and drifted back to sleep.

My gladiator kept his word,He never let me go.

[kentuckywrites]

His Body, The Canvas

Pongo has gone missing, and @shunkuroichii ‘s Shun, @pish-posh-mish-mosh ‘s Mira, and @shymindmeta ‘s Sy’Chell grow concerned about his whereabouts. As fate would have it, Pongo went to face a dragon, and the results were unexpected...

A rewrite of Like A Canvas, a fic I wrote a little over three years ago.

Cauldros was an unforgiving terrain, the skies and the land full of ash and flame. Today it was raining fire, brimstone crashing down onto the molten floor. It’d be foolish to come on a day like this, but Pongo flew his Skell into the continent with no second thoughts. It was perfect weather to face the creature that had hurt his friend.

Sy’Chell had almost brushed over the topic. Pongo had been curious as to whether or not Sy could see once, what had caused him to end up in this state. Sy opened up, told him that this was not by choice, that a creature born of the ashes of Cauldros had taken his sight. Pongo knew exactly which indigen he’d been referring to. He knew where to find it, what prior conditions it needed to appear. He knew its name, how it would not be so easily killed.

Vortice, the Deific Blast. A Class 94 Tyrant, one of the most powerful indigens on Mira, and certainly one of the deadliest in Cauldros. Pongo hid his intent to kill it in conversation, though beneath the skin his blood boiled with rage. The planet was aware of his anger, and any attempts it made to calm him ended in silence. He’d packed his things, refueled Eros, stacked as many Piscinoid augments as he could fit into it, and took off without informing anyone. Pongo could use excuses, if anyone questioned him. He’d grown better at lying after all this time. 

Pongo’s target became visible on the horizon as Eros flew ever closer to Mount M’Gando. Pongo clutched the controls of his beloved Skell tightly, his knuckles turning white. Taking down a tyrant solo was nearly unheard of in BLADE, with only the most experienced able to claim that distinction for themselves. Had those BLADEs fought with a similar vengeance? Had it burned in their cores to the point of overflowing? Pongo tried to steady his breaths as his thoughts began to eat away at him from the inside. He wasn’t going to turn back now, not when avenging Sy was on the line.

Vortice roared, circling the top of Mount M’Gando and soaking in its heat. Pongo pushed Eros forward, forward. He waited until he was in range to fire, and when the first diskbombs deployed from his weapon, he finally let his rage consume him. 

~

Pongo was supposed to babysit Apollo and Asteria. He should’ve arrived an hour ago. But he never came. No texts, no calls, he’d simply disappeared. 

Mira could feel from the first minute that something was wrong. He wouldn’t blow something like this off, and it was even more unlike him to not respond to her texts. She curled into herself more as Shun paced in front of her, hands in his pockets. The silence in their barracks was deafening, his footsteps on the cold metal floor hardly registering as sound. She was thankful the kids were both asleep now, but hearing them up and about would’ve been a blessing in that hour of waiting.

“Still nothing?”

Mira shook her head. “No. You?”

“Nothing at all.” Shun removed his hands from his pockets to run his fingers through his hair, still maintaining his rhythmic pacing. “I’m worried. Really worried.”

“I am too. This isn’t like him,” She replied, taking a shaky breath, “I think we should go out there and look for him.”

“Where would we look? We don’t have any clues. And we can’t just leave Apollo and Asteria alone to -”

A growl interrupted Shun’s rambling. Mira’s head turned to Sy, who was sitting on the opposite end of the couch with his arms folded across his chest. It was hard to tell what face he was making underneath his helmet, but when he raised his hands and motioned downwards, it became clear that he was telling Shun to calm down. Shun sighed, stopping in front of the coffee table. Somehow his expression remained blank, but hidden in his eyes was the concern of a protective older brother. Mira stood herself up, leaving her comm device on the couch as she circled the table to approach him. She reached for his hands, taking them within her own and squeezing gently.

“Wherever he is, I bet he’s fine,” She said, partially to convince Shun and partially to convince herself, “He’s strong, remember?”

“But what if something happened?” Shun responded frantically, “What if he got launched into Mount M’Gando? What if he was captured by the Ganglion and is being held hostage? What if he lost his legs to an Ictus? What if -”

“Shun.”

Mira cut him short by squeezing his hands again, and his fingers instinctively curled into hers. Shun’s words hadn’t failed to embed themselves into her brain, raise worries that she hadn’t thought possible. Pongo was strong, that she knew for certain, but he had a tendency to exceed his own limitations. 

When Shun didn’t answer immediately, Mira decided to take the reigns, asking some calm yet possibly informative questions. “When was the last time we saw him? What was the last mission he took? Maybe he’s running late on a big expedition.”

“Yesterday,” Shun shook his head, “He was leaving out of the east gate. Didn’t get to talk to him since I was wrapping up a mission with Eleanora.”

“Pongo babysat the kids on Tuesday,” Mira said, “and that was the last time I saw him. Sy?”

Sy stood up, his Casca reflecting the barracks light. Slowly approaching the two, he pulled out his comm device and began to type furiously. Mira waited patiently until he flipped the screen around, showing what he’d written out. 

I saw him on Tuesday as well. We were talking over dinner after we ran into each other in the commercial district. In conversation I told Pongo how I was blinded, and afterwards he wasn’t acting the same.

Shun squinted, reading alongside Mira. His hands became tense after he finished and he quickly looked away. Mira frowned, confused. “Sy, if you don’t mind me asking...do you know why Pongo would’ve reacted the way he did?”

Sy nodded and returned his focus to his comm device, typing out something new. When he directed the screen towards them again, Mira’s blood went cold. 

I could be wrong, but...perhaps he meant to avenge my loss of sight by defeating the very creature that took it: Vortice, the Deific Blast.

“No. No.”

Shun practically ripped his hands out of Mira’s, heading for the weapons rack they kept close to the door. He picked up his dual guns, checking the cartridges as he spoke. It would be hardly noticeable to the average ear, but Mira could pick out how his voice quivered. “I bet he didn’t bring backup. He never brings backup. Did he even tell anyone where he was going? Damn it, what if we get there and it’s too late, what if -”

“Shun!” Mira called his name again, and he went silent, staring at her, waiting. To her left, Sy reached for her upper arm, holding up his comm device with a new message displayed on its screen.

Go with him to Cauldros. I’ll stay here and watch the kids. 

Mira knew better than to argue. Shun would want her to come - the more the merrier, after all - and the kids would both understand why they left. She could see it now, the future memory of her sitting with Asteria as she painted upon a new canvas with her little fingers, asking about what dangerous missions she’d gone on and how many people she’d saved. Mira would tell the story about how she and Shun saved Pongo from a dragon, a prince in distress, and Asteria would begin to absentmindedly paint the scene as best she could, eyes wide with wonder. She’d nail the volcano, the three little figures of her family, the Deific Blast floating overhead casting its fire upon them. Would she be the knight this time, or would Shun? Who would hold the shield that protected Pongo, and who would wield the sword to slay the mighty beast? 

Mira took two steps forward, about to trail Shun and grab her weapons, when the front door clicked.

It swung towards them silently, revealing a figure standing in the doorway, shoulders slumped and knees shaking. One arm was using the doorframe as support, though its lack of purchase did almost nothing to stabilize him. His hair was frizzy, unkempt, sticking up in strange directions in a chaos similar to Shun’s. His clothes were torn, some parts of his vest hanging on by mere threads. Mira grew increasingly concerned as the figure entered, and she realized he wasn’t wearing shoes, though a pair of worn down socks still covered his feet. That and his fingers were what grabbed her attention the most. It was hard to see, almost unnoticeable since he was wearing fingerless gloves, but under the shredded fabric were lines of blues and purples and reds and yellows, cascading frequently and without remorse. When he picked his head up, the lines became more apparent, strokes of paint that were eerily beautiful, the roots of a tree that had seen hell and survived. Somehow he was able to smile, though it was clear the action was painful to hold.

Shun reacted first.

“You fucking idiot.”

He put his dual guns down quickly before running up and taking Pongo in for a tight hug. Mira winced as she heard Pongo audibly cry out in pain, and Shun stepped back quickly, his hands hovering near Pongo’s shoulders as he scanned him over. Mira soon joined him, noticing that the brush strokes extended down his neck and into his torso. It would make sense if the markings on his fingers pushed further beyond as well.

“We’re happy you’re back in one piece,” She started, “But you look really hurt. Do you mind taking your vest off so I can bandage you up?”

“No, wait, we should get him to the MMC,” Shun protested, “It looks worse than meets the eye. I’m not even sure why you came here first -”

Pongo didn’t appear to be listening to him, though he turned to Mira and began to shrug off what little of his combat vest remained. With the longer sleeves disposed of, Mira could see his arms were coated in the markings, and they visibly went into his chest. Pongo, however, made no move to take off the tank top that he wore underneath his vest.

“Please, Pongo,” Mira reached out and put as gentle a hand as she could on his shoulder. But even the tiniest amount of contact made him shudder. As Shun reached down and collected what Pongo had removed, Mira began to usher Pongo further into the room, further into the light. He let her guide him, putting up little resistance. Even without showcasing his body, the canvas decorated in failed duty, it would have been obvious to Mira that he was wounded. There was something beneath the surface, more roots penetrating below the skin, that was sapping his strength.

In the common area, Sy made a small noise, likely one of worry. But Mira focused on keeping Pongo steady, and she moved to his backside and began to unzip the back of his tank top. Her hands were slow and steady, but her breaths shook as every new stroke of paint was revealed. She had been right; these scars extended onto his torso, but they seemed to pass down below his belt, too. There was no part of his skin untouched by the paint.

It was horrifying. It was painful to look at, painful to imagine the circumstances. 

“Holy shit…” Shun placed Pongo’s tattered vest and gloves on the couch, able to see Pongo’s front half, the damage he’d been hiding. Mira helped Pongo slip out of the tank top and tossed it into the pile Shun had made. His chest was just as bad as his back, if not worse. A tear formed in the corner of Mira’s eye, and though she tried to hide the reason she was wiping her eye, Pongo caught on. 

“I am alright, I promise...just a few bruises. I have faced worse.”

“A few bruises? A few?!” Shun was holding back as much as he could, but every ounce of anger and concern and frustration was leaking through his veyes. “You’re really hurt, Pongo. How can’t you see that?!”

Sy growled loudly, throwing his shoulders back as he added on to what Shun had said. Pongo’s eyes went wide, his smile fading. “Did you really expect me to sit back and not do anything about it?! You did not deserve what happened to you - I can and will take more hits than this to see your revenge carried out.”

Another set of growls, and Pongo began to cry, tears staining his purple and red cheeks. “You do not understand!! I fought to avenge you because I care about you!!” His chest heaved and he took a deep breath, hands shaking at his sides. “But in the end, I...it got away, neither of us died, and I failed you Sy’Chell I am so sorry I failed you -”

“Be quiet.” Shun told Pongo sternly, “None of that matters right now. You need rest.”

Mira opened her mouth, ready to agree, but Pongo cried out, “I will not rest until that fucking monster pays for what it did!!”

The force of his own voice, a vigor that did not match his physical state, caused Pongo to yelp in pain. Mira knew that all previous attempts at contact led to pain, and yet she knew Pongo thrived off of physical touch. She took one of his hands in both her own, caressing the skin beneath as softly as possible. She could swear she felt his blood tingling, occasional pulses pushing through, the faintest remnants of static electricity radiating off of his fingertips.

“Honey, do you think you can get the guest bedroom set up?” Mira looked over her shoulder as she began to lead Pongo away, “I’m taking him to the bathroom to get him patched up as best I can.”

Shun nodded, effortlessly walking past Pongo and Mira to get the bedroom organized. Pongo said nothing to retaliate, resigned to his pain, resigned to his weakness. Approaching the hallway towards the bathroom and bedrooms, Mira gave Sy one last sympathetic glance before turning back to Pongo. 

That glance was all it took for Pongo to speak to the kids first.

“Good morning, you two!” Pongo chirped, his voice cracking by the end. 

Apollo and Asteria hadn’t fully left their bedroom yet, their tiny heads peeking out of the doorframe. Wide eyes and innocent curiosity were given the image of a broken prince, one who had faced a dragon with a sword and shield and came home defeated. They were too young to know the truth - she promised herself that should they ask, Pongo defeated the dragon, he saved the day. It was his determination and resilience alone, a lone fighter in an impossible battle.

“You should get back to sleep, you two,” Mira told them, and they almost listened. But the door stayed propped open as Pongo called out, still attempting to carry the painful burden of a smile.

“Right. I can tell you about these when you get your rest, okay? Sleep is important, especially for you.”

“But Uncle Pon, you don’t sleep at all,” Apollo commented, and Pongo giggled at that.

“The villains never sleep and the heroes never rest, as the saying goes.”

Turning to Asteria, the young and kind and creative little girl Mira loved with all her heart, Pongo offered one last smile.

“I am sorry I was late; maybe we can paint tomorrow?”

[talesofnovembria]

A moment of silence

Happening at the same time as this.

Salena stood in her room, right next to her bed. Her usual clothes were set aside, a dress shirt and vest laying out in front of her. Black slacks already covered her legs. A heaviness wore on her heart as she stared at the garments. He wouldn’t want this, yet here she was going to do it anyway. As she was slipping on the dress shirt, a ‘click’ rang out behind her. Eyes peered over her shoulder, narrowing the moment she saw who stood there.

Marie…

Was she here to do what she thought?

“Where are you running off to?”

“None of your business Marie.”

Buttons done, hands reaching for the vest, slipping it over her head, “You do this every year, but this one takes the cake. Don’t you have something more important to do?”

Narrowed eyes flashed over to her sibling, “Do you really think I’ve forgotten?”

“I think you’ve got your priorities backwards. Showing such little appreciation for those around you and more for someone who’s dead.”

“I never asked for your opinion.”

“I would have thought you’d have changed by now. Hasn’t our father done so much for you.”

“Yes he has. What’s your point?”

“So instead of running away, why aren’t you here to show him some appreciation. You’d be nothing without him.”

Now that stung…

“Fuck off Marie. Don’t you have someone else to bother?”

“You just hate to admit that I’m right.”

Salena finished buttoning her vest, reaching for something wrapped in paper laying along her bed, and threw a gate open, “I said, fuck off!” She stepped through the gate, shutting it off behind her. Why should she have to put up with this ridicule? From the one person she hated the most. It didn’t matter what she thought. There was somewhere to be, and nothing was going to stand in the way.

When she came through the other side, hands clung to the nearest pillar, heart racing from the surge of power pressing down on her body. She fought the weak feeling to keep her package resting on her arm. Huffs escaped from her maw. When everything evened out, her eyes peered at the surrounding area. Azsuna… Her heart sank at the sight. Moss covered elven structures, the smell of the sea hanging in the air, the hissing of the tiny naga population slithering around the area. They weren’t a threat, so much so she hadn’t felt the need to bring her weapon. If they hadn’t gone up in the years she’d kept coming here, they wouldn’t.

Pushing off the pillar, her paws pressed along the sand, sharp eyes still keep an eye out for any she might come across. Her path was clear, towers and pathways looming over her as she walked between them. Finally she stopped, one large structure having collapsed in on itself.

The same as it is every time you come… why do you do this to yourself?

Memories flooded back to her as she walked to the side of the building.

They were deep within the structure, having gone down the flight of stairs leading underground. There was a large circular pool in the middle of the room, floating flowers decorating its surface. Pillars surrounded the outside, stone stairs leading to the ring around the pool. It was almost beautiful…

Splashes from clashing foes, two others wounded to the side of the room. She was crouched with a demon hunter, the two in the center of the room looked like they were twins. The same man, but one was just a shade of the other. Best not to mention that out loud of course… it was always something that set him off.

Everyone was worn out, power surging through the whole room. She hated that she had partly been at fault to lead to this moment. What the fel was she thinking when she made a deal with a demon? A fair amount of the pain she suffered was from not ‘accepting his gift.’ She’d take the pain rather than have herself corrupted more than she already was.

Now this demon hunter had been captured, drawn him out, and they were faced with the current predicament.

His eyes turned on the two of them, her’s meeting him. What was that look? What was he planning? A surge of magic was sensed behind them… a portal? Wait a minute… WAIT A MINUTE!

No no no no no!

The hum of magic began to concentrate around him and the shade. She couldn’t leave him behind! She’d caused this mess! He shouldn’t have to pay for this! She fought the arms that reached through the portal, calling out to him. Blue began to tint the whole room. No! Magic surged through the room, ripping at her arm before she was forced through the portal.

Three were perched on a nearby cliff, her arm ripped to shreds. Not that such a thing was a hindrance to the undead. She sprang to her feet, just in time for an explosion to go off from a nearby building, watching as it collapsed in on itself.

No…

Tears streamed down her face.

No no no no!

Larregis!!

A snarl ripped from her throat, hand moving to her head as the memories tattered out. She found the hole in the side of the structure she had been looking for, slipping inside. Some of the stairs leading down managed to stay intact, paws carrying her down them. She stopped as she came to a large pile of rubble… but there was something in front of it. A runeblade with a helmet resting on top of it. She’d managed to recover both items after the fact, leaving them here as some kind of memorial. Crystal-ice flowers surrounded the area, each addition of them marking a year in which she’d come to pay her respects.

Taking the new addition of flowers wrapped in paper, she began to arrange them around the rubble, laying a few at the base of the blade. When she was done, she knelt in front of the sword, one hand moving to rest on top of the helmet. A small chuckle escaped from her maw, “I know you would be so disappointed to know I keep coming here… you’d want me to move on… so would everyone else… but I can’t. I really am weak.”

She reached up, removing the collar from her neck. A flicker surrounded her before the façade dropped from her form. Her patchwork pelt took over, hand slipping the neck piece into the pocket of her vest.

“But I miss you… I just wish you knew that…”

Her head lowered, unaware of just how long she was sitting there for, racking her brain for answers… Why can’t I just move on? Why didn’t I just stay at home? My husband is just as important… why… I hate it when Marie is right. I hate it! Why can’t I just fucking move on from you!

Finally she managed to stand up, turning away from the memorial. She opened another gate… but not to the Estate. She stepped through, falling into the snow instead of grabbing a nearby rock. Thunder roared across the sky, metal structures towering over her on the nearby mountains. Storm Peaks… so appropriately named…

The beast pushed herself from the snow, brushing it off her suit. Eyes moved around before she began her walk. The chill was welcoming along her fur. It was familiar. She walked until she came to the cliff’s edge, peering over at the drop below. Claws dug into the rock, keeping her along the mountain’s side, guiding to a circular, mechanical door. It whirled, opening for her signature.

It didn’t take long for her to step inside, the continued grind and whirling of mechanics filling her ears as she made her way down to the ground floor of this place. The greatest collection of items, experiments, and written texts her father had been able to gather over the years. She’d paid the cost to be able to enter this place, and it acted as sort of a sanctuary.

She came to the main room, dragging herself to the couch. She laid across it, facing the back. Her hands moved to her head, curling in on herself. What was wrong with her? Marie was right about her… she should be with Alexander and her husband… not hiding here in the past. Damn it all…

I miss you…

[bitchfitch]

Lavi art fight resource

hrrrg. cat boy. causes problems on purpose and loves his wizard. is sometimes a lion

an excerpt bc i pulled one for the others and id feel weird not doing it for him (its fjord in the pictures, not anta)

The second to last match ended in a draw as the gathered crowds cheered the two young mages and their familiars on. 

Team one, comprised of the superstar evocationist, Anta, and his lion familiar Lavi, had broken through the conjured hoards of beasts with sheer and near unimaginable brute strength. They cleared the hoard the fastest, though points were deducted for their near complete lack of teamwork and frequent communication failures. 

Team Two, the summonor Fjord and his crow familiar Rook, took only a few moments longer, but worked in near perfect tandem, as was the goal of this competition. 

In the small waiting room between matches Lavi's deep amethyst mane caught gold streaks from the sunlight that dripped through the window he was dosing beneath. He stretched splaying his massive paws as he cracked a glimmering red eye open to watch his master pace about like a caged animal. 

Lavi knew Anta could probably use a hug, but they were trying to conserve magic between matches so Lavi had to stay a lion. It did hurt to watch Anta tie himself up in knots like this, both in the sense that Anta was his friend so Of course Lavi didn't like seeing him in distress, and in the much more physical sense that Anta was accidentally letting so much negative energy seep through their connection that Lavi was starting to get a headache from it.

"They're cheating," Anta declared, his shaggy black hair a mess from the wind and him running his fingers through it as he pulled his thoughts together, "That's the only reason Fjord could have ever made it this far. They Are Cheating," 

"A little more elaboration would be nice, darling," Lavi sighed as he stood plodding over to Anta and plopping down in his path. If Anta didn't chill out Lavi was going to have to break out the big guns.

"Fjord is No where near as good of a caster as me, and Rook is nowhere near as powerful as you. They shouldn't be winning!" Anta huffed tapping his foot as one hand strayed to pet the massive feline before him. his fingers brushing over the smooth golden fur on Lavi's snout then forehead before tangling with the hair at the base of his mane, 

"They're winning because they work better together," Lavi sighed,leaning into the touch for a moment before headbutting Anta's hip just enough to knock him back a step "Litteraly the only critique we ever get is that we don't communicate well," 

"But we do! We do, we always get what ever need done, done. We've never failed an assignment, We're the better duo, Lavi" Anta took the hint and sat down on the old wood floor, pulling his show jacket off and tossing it up onto one of the tables before lying down,

"I'm not denying that we're better, we are, but… We work well together despite each other. I never know what you're planning before it happens and I just have to roll with it. You don't know what I'm doing, so you just keep pushing power through. It works, but Barely,"  Lavi settled down on top of him with a sigh, careful to make sure he wasn't putting too much weight on Anta, 

"I still think they're cheating," Anta says after a moment, his hands going to braid a section of Lavi's mane. 

"Then look for evidence during the last match. but do you really think Rook would let Fjord cheat?" Lavi closed his eyes again, ready to get a little more nap time in before they had to be on the field.

"Rook can't tell Fjord no anymore than you can tell me no. And I absolutely believe Fjord would cheat," Anta said with the up most conviction.

Round three began with the announcement of the trial, a simple test of connection.

Lavi and Rook would be facing off in a game of capture the flag, completely separated from their casters and unable to hear or see them. Fjord and Anta would however be able to see the entire field and could pass spells to their familiars as needed.

This should be easy, Anta reasoned with himself, he and Lavi were used to this lack of direct communication while Fjord and Rook weren't. They could win this and take the competition. 

The countdown began and Fjord was already starting to try and focus, his spell book open on his lap with one of his own sigils already prepped. 

Anta couldn't say he knew what it did, Fjord's sigils were always such a jumbled mess that trying to parse them out was fools errand. 

The game began with a thunder clap. Lavi didn't wait for Anta, and was already storming through the maze that filled the field. the low shield overtop the whole thing kept Lavi from jumping the hedges, but an admittedly over powered blast of fire sent through him by Anta was more than enough to deal with the lush greenery standing between them and their goal. 

Cloaked in flame Lavi ran on, as Rook began laying the protection wards Fjord was sending his way, before darting down the path that Lavi was coming up. 

Anta grit his teeth as the pool cracked open across the path right before Lavi made the final turn. Unable to stop in time Lavi skidded into the water, firmly putting out the fire. He launched up after Rook, his jaws snapping at thin air as the bird darted out of his grasp and back towards his own flag. 

Anta tried a different approach, Lavi was going to go at this head first like he did everything, and Rook was going to stay on the defensive until the last moment, so a quick invisibility spell cast over Lavi should be more than enough to let him stalk closer. 

One of the wards Fjord had passed through earlier cracked that plan open a second later. Lavi stood from where he had been stalking, a second away from launching up to grab Rook. There was a moment between the two familiars before Lavi shrugged, shaking out his mane before turning and heading back into the maze. 

A new strategy. Anta loaded a ventriloquist spell, if it worked it should fill the maze with duplicated sounds, making it impossible to tell which way Lavi was coming from. Then another spell to silence Lavi's footsteps, and a final one to amplify his speed. Lavi could probably see Rook's flag, this would be more than enough to give him the cover and boost he needed to grab it.

It wasn't. 

Before Lavi had even made it around the corner Rook was laying another trap in his path. 

Anta watched as Lavi was caught up in the snare, his massive body crashing down as his legs were pulled out from under him.

His chest ached with a sympathy pain, but his heart thundered with excitement. There. That was it. There was no Possible way for Rook to have been able to guess with that much certainty which path Lavi would be coming down. Fjord had already used his illusion dispell, and they could both still hear the rumblings of a hundred phantom lions.

Fjord and Rook were cheating, they had to be, some communication relay if Anta had to guess. 

And there was a very easy way to prove it.

Lavi was going to Eat That Stupid Fucking Bird. Screw the flag! This was personal now. First off, the water had been So Uncalled for, what type of fairy dunked their friend like that? and now all the damned snares that kept catching Lavi off guard were driving him Mad. 

Anta was also to blame for this, he needed to chill out on the high power spells, because while Lavi could handle them, channeling all that power was starting to make him feel fuzzy around the edges. He wasn't reacting as fast as he should be and it would only take one good hit to dematerialize him if he had to guess. 

He felt a spell well up in his chest, something burning and offensive that he didn't fully recognize. Whatever, this felt strong. He crouched and watched the air for the black soot stain the was Rook. Anta didn't hand out spells earlier than was 100 percent necessary, so Lavi didn't have to wait long.

As soon as Rook was in sight Lavi lunged as hard and fast as he could, the trigger on the spell was tripped as his fangs clacked together around air, Rook having managed to dodge just out of his grasp.

A blast, of pure hot magic tore out of Lavi, nailing Rook dead on and knocking them both back down to earth with a heady thump from Lavi and a fluttering crash from Rook. 

Lavi stood first, his legs shaky and his vision blurred as a sickness racked him. A deep ache in his very blood that even he could recognize as magic poisoning. Anta had pushed everything he had through Lavi, and if Lavi had been any weaker it wouldn't have just banished him back to the fae relm, it would have killed him.

The realization hit Lavi like a letter alerting a newly made widow to the tragic news, and the competition was forgotten as he sought out Rook.

He was still, a mass of scorched black feathers that shuddered and cracked with too much magic.

Rook would have been banished if it actually was as bad as it looked. Lavi told himslef that as he gently picked up his friend betwen his teeth and ran for the emergency exit he and Rook had been queued into before the match started.

The school's healer was already there, taking Rook from Lavi with steady hands even as Lavi stumbled. The crowd that had been watching murmured as Fjord ran onto the field to follow after the healer as she hurried away. Worry clear on his young face as he demanded to know what was happening. Lavi couldn't hear the answer.

Anta was at his side a moment later, a bruise already starting to darken over his left eye.

"Lavi?" Anta knelt down to look his woozy friend in the eye, "Hey, Lavi?" he sounded so scared, his voice tight as tears welled in his grey eyes,

Lavi didn't have the capacity to answer, instead he just rested his heavy head on Anta's shoulder, leaning into his master as he let himself drift off. 

Lavi woke back in their dorm room, with Anta sat at his desk accross from Lavi's bed. His eyes were red and puffy, his thin face pale and stricken and he poured over text books, 

"Anta?" Lavi asked as he stretched, still woozy but feeling much better than he had imeaditly after the game, "You don't look to hot," 

Anta jolted at the sound of Lavi's voice, turning before throwing himself at the lion, wrapping his thin arms around Lavi's neck and burying his face in the thick hair of his mane. 

"I'm so Sorry," he sobbed, "I- I thought I had proof. but I was wrong and-" 

"Shh, sh, Hey, it's ok, we all make mistakes, Darling,"  Lavi tried to comfort him as best he could, but he never knew what to do when humans cried, "What happened though?" 

"I thought- I thought they were using a communication relay of some kind, and I thought I had proof. So I- I overloaded a spell and told Fjord what I was doing. If they had been using the spell Fjord would have been able to warn Rook, but I was wrong and- Lavi I'm So Fucking Sorry," 

"Is Rook ok?" Lavi asked quietly, Anta shakimg his head and sobbing harder was all Lavi needed for an answer, 

"The Healer said I broke his connection back to his real body, but since his mind was here, when his vessle died He-" 

"Oh," What was there left to say? Rook was gone, not banished temporarily, but dead. Fully and truly, and it was Anta's fault.

Anta sobbed, "I was so scared you weren't going to wake up, I didn't mean to hurt either of you-" 

"I know, Anta," 

Anta never really calmed, but the tears stopped eventually as he threw himself back into his research. Necromancy wasn't Anta's specialty, and Lavi knew that even if it was, there was no other to bring Rook back from. The energy that made up his soul would have been returned to the fey world the moment he died to allow it to dissipate back into their home lands.

Lavi was pretty certain Anta knew how this worked. But it was an admirable show of denial that he still he searched for a solution to his mistake. 

The pounding on the door made them both jump as Fjord's voice cut through the quiet "Anta,  Get Out Here Now,"

Lavi was on his feet before Anta, he already saw where this was going, and he couldn't let it happen.

"Lavi this is a direct command. Lay down in your bed and stay there until I get back," Anta stood like a man going to his execution as Lavi moved to follow his orders without a will driving him, 

The pounding continued.

"Anta, Please, no. Just give him time to calm down," Lavi could feel the panic rising even as he could do nothing about it, "Please just use that big brain of yours to think this through-" 

Anta ignored him as he stepped up to the door, with a final sigh he spoke over his shoulder, "Be good while I'm gone, ok? and thank you, for everything." and with that last statement he left. the door clicking shut behind him as the shouting started. 

Lavi could do nothing as panic turned to grief.

He could do nothing as he felt his connection to Anta sever. 

He could do nothing as he found himself back in his cavernous home. Once again alone.

[thetorturerwrites]

Puer Deus - Captured

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Summary:  You’ve been captured by the First Order. Will you be able to survive Kylo Ren’s dangerous attention?

A/N:  18+ only.  Dub-con/non-kon; physical violence; choking; oral sex; mentions of abuse LOOK, THIS IS FOR ADULTS, OK.

Word Count: ~4000

Day One

Consciousness crept back in with sound first. Your lungs burned on jagged edges with each inhale and exhale. You focused on it, willing the pain to ease and trying to ascertain if there was a gurgle to indicate injury.  Pain on the inhale - bruised rib, perhaps broken. No puncture.

You heard a steady tick, tick, tick, tick, but you couldn’t pinpoint it.  Forcing your eyes open, you took in your surroundings.  Holding cell. Captured. Fuck.  Your fingers curled around new and heavy accessories at your wrists.  Manacled, too. Fuck fuck fuck.

Your body protested as you pushed yourself up from the cold, industrial floor. You’d been tossed in like a sack of root vegetables, and the cold and soreness of it seeped into your bones.  Upright and not as dizzy as you expected, you began to assess your body’s situation further.  You wiped blood away from your mouth – that was the tick, tick, tick. You’d been bleeding on the floor.  The liquid of it told you that you hadn’t been there for long.  Toes moved, fingers moved, vision not spotty. So far so good.

And then it struck you.  Panic.  

Your gear, your equipment, your weapons – everything had been stripped away.  They’d even taken your fucking boots and socks.  Shooting onto your knees, trembling fingers began to travel the black catsuit you always wore under everything.  For whatever reason, they’d seen fit to leave you with it, and it was, mercifully, intact.  The fabric covered every inch of you save face, hands, and feet. Gratefully, your head dropped forward, and you slumped, thanking the universe for tiny favors.

The universe’s mercy ran out, however, as the door hissed open and in stalked Commander Ren. This was not how you expected your day to go, and your head sunk lower. This was not going to end well.

“You’re awake.”  

The false voice echoed in the chamber.  There was nothing to soften the blow of it in this furniture-less hole. Kylo Ren took up every bit of space with his existence, the very reality of him vibrated around you.

Drawing in a long breath, the smell of fumes and steam so heavy in the air you could taste it, you lifted your head and looked at him.  You gave a single nod.  Yes, you were awake.

You made no other move to rise, crawl, shift, speak, or gesture. Ren had a reputation of being a notorious murderer prone to violent fits of rage, and you valued your life too much to test the theory of him.  

You did, however, take this time to study him from helmet to heel, using the span of his silence to observe him.  He didn’t move.  You could scarcely tell if he was breathing.  But in the way that he stood, you decided that he was a man accustomed to being the focal point of everyone in the room.  You couldn’t tell, though, if he was measuring you or waiting for you to speak.

It did not occur to you that your scrutiny of him was a threat to your well-being or situation, and you allowed your eyes to roam, linger. You knew they would squint and wrinkle at the corners as you tried to pick out details that would be helpful later.

This wasn’t a love-struck gaze, nor was it a terrified one.  This was the beginning of your education in Kylo Ren, and every detail was a lesson.  

In a blink, you were hoisted into the air by nothing, something unseen, the Force, you finally understood. His gloved hand curled into a fist, aimed at your face but not edging nearer.  Lesson learned. The rumors were likely true.

Both of your hands tightened into fists, and all ten toes curled as you strained, fought against the nothing, and tried not to flail and degrade yourself by reaching for something to hold onto that simply would never materialize.

“Don’t think to judge me, trader,” he hissed.  

Funny, you thought, how similar he made it sound to traitor. Were they the same in his mind?

His fist turned right and left, and you felt the shift of the Force against your body.  You grimaced, lashes flattening against your cheeks, as its weight constricted your throat and chest, choking you as you dangled in the air.  When the pressure stabilized, you opened your eyes.  This was, it seemed, what he had been waiting for.

“I know you are not part of the Resistance.” The voice modulator made every word crisp but far away.

Your eyes tracked him. He was a stalking black hole, and you were being dragged toward the event horizon.  When he turned toward you again, you shook your head quickly, not daring to keep him waiting. No, you were not part of the Resistance.

“But you were selling them weapons. Trading with them.  Were you not?”  

He moved at you, his every step weaponized and meant to disarm. He invaded your personal space with no compunction whatsoever, and your brow furrowed.   Because though he was large and feral, cocked and ready to annihilate you at any moment’s whim, he also stole everything from you as he drew nearer - breath, thought, will to argue. The long lines of his body drew your gaze once more, and you screwed your eyes shut in response.

The very presence of him roused appreciation in every part of you, and all of the saliva in your mouth vacated south, leaving you dry-mouthed but pressing your thighs together to stem the twinge that had started there.

The tightness around your chest increased, and you realized that you were taking too long to answer.  You nodded your head once as best you could. Yes, you were selling them weapons.

As sudden as it arrived, the Force stripped away from you, and you hit the ground with a crash.  Drawing in deep breaths, you rubbed at your sternum to ease the ache.  You were certain, now, that at least one of your ribs was bruised, but the way you were devouring air without sobbing indicated to you that none were broken.

Yet.

“Tell me where they are.  Tell me where they are going.”

You looked at him from where you knelt on the floor. Your torso was punched down from trying to breathe, and you had to cock your head to regard his helmet.  Just as quickly, you looked away.  What could you say?  Pushing your aching body to your knees, you lifted back up slowly and leveled your gaze at him.  It wasn’t a challenge, but you had no way to know if he would take it as one.  You shook your head slightly.

The boot that connected with your chest was unexpected and unforgiving.  With one kick to your sternum, he sent you flying backwards, and you came down hard on your head and back. On instinct, your shaking arms and hands came up to cover your head and face, protecting the most vulnerable parts of you, as he barreled over and began this new line of brutal questioning.

“Tell,” he kicked you hard in the stomach, causing you to wretch and gurgle, “me,” the large boot stomped at your backside, you twisted and tried to get away, “where,” he struck your hip, and your mouth hollowed in a silent cry, “they,” he kicked again at your sternum, your eyes bulging and watering, “are,” a final kick to the stomach came down, and you curled in on yourself, shrinking from the cruelty.

You fought for breath, rolling onto hands and knees like a wounded beast.  You pushed a balled fist into your lurching stomach, the other splayed against the ground, holding you semi-steady.  Your head dipped low and your shoulders shook, every part of you terribly aware of his closeness.

You tried to calm your frayed nerves and just breathe, but this man obscured all. He rolled through you, scattering turmoil in his wake. You dared a glance over your shoulder to find him watching you.  He was the picture of calm. There was nothing to suggest he hadn’t just savagely assaulted you.  

Lesson learned.  Kylo Ren was a violent, deranged, caged animal.  Was there nothing you could say that he would accept, nothing you could offer that would satisfy him? Tearing your eyes away and back to the floor, you shook your head again. You had fuck-all to give, and you knew you would suffer for it.

With another kick, he sent you careening onto your back. You tried to find purchase and scramble away, but he was too quick. That invisible weapon he wielded returned in full measure around your head. Lightning cracked, and alarm bells rang. Your eyes slammed shut as tight as they could, and your mouth opened wide, but you could not scream as Ren lashed out at your mind with the Force.

In an instant, it was gone, and you had crumbled once more to the floor, pain diffusing through you, pooling in aching joints. But your head felt somehow hollow now, the burden of him lifted away. Why did you wish it would return?

Pushing the heels of both hands into your eyes, it occurred to you that this was a show of aggression for your benefit only, to underscore that he would do to you whatever he wished.

Your hands fell away, and your eyes dulled, losing the flash of fight. Lowering your torso to the floor, you attempted again to regulate your breathing. The stink of the grate under you, metallic, chalky, made you wretch.  Lesson learned.

“Pathetic thing, aren’t you?”

You nodded your head once.  It was better to agree with him, you reasoned.

He sneered and lifted his foot again. You tried to roll, to scoot backwards, but he was too quick, and the weight of that heavy boot landed directly on your chest, launching you into full-blown panic. The idea of him stomping out your life was too much to bear.

You squirmed and thrashed, failing to gain even an inch.  Your face puckered terribly as you tried to slide out from under him. Somewhere in the bucking and failed contorting, your hands found their way to his leg, and you clutched it there. You felt the strong, corded calf underneath the pants fabric and clawed at it.

The Force sank into your throat once more, and you wheezed painfully, feet scrabbling out behind Ren in a last bid for leverage. But coupled with the weight of him at your chest, you were forced to do nothing but watch.  You knew, now, why he expected to be the focus of every room. He demanded it, this Child God and his anger, and everyone gave it to him. Even you, pathetic thing.

Your strength to resist, to battle him was waning.

The fight ebbed from you, and you went limp, clutching fingers releasing their hold of him. Your brain stammered, lips moving in words that never made sound. There was not enough air in your lungs to even sputter.  You decided that you were going to die here, and you wished that you’d seen his face before you did.  

You did not see Ren stretch his arm out to you again.  You did not see his fingers clench and release as he tried to drill into your gray matter.  You did not see him lean further down at you until his stretched wide hand hung nearly touching your nose and shaking with exertion. You did not see him rise back up to his full height and turn his helmeted head away.

What you did see, behind your stilled eyes, was the first time your Master had kicked you in the chest, the whip in his hand, and his intention to beat you bloody for running away.  You did see the resolve in your young face, the first brick in this new foundation laid as you decided the only thing they could never take from you was your mind.  And you did see the blackness that had become your friend and which you’d carried every day since then. You welcomed it.

In the distance, however, you heard the enraged, murderous roar that erupted from him when his attempt to break into your brain was met with nothing but darkness - no information, no memory.  It was far away at first, in a vacuum, but the roar came nearer and nearer until you were back, head rattled and ears ringing. The extremely dissatisfied Commander Ren kicked your side again, punishment for daring to go where he could not chase.

“Get up.”

When you didn’t comply fast enough, his large hand fisted in your hair and wrenched you from your place on the floor.  

“Get up,” he ground out and flung you forward until you were on your hands and knees again panting, drooling, crying.

“You won’t fucking talk? Fine. I’ll make another purpose for that empty mouth of yours.”

You only had time to suck in a rickety breath before he had pulled you upright on your knees and stepped on the chain of the manacles, jerking you to him.  You shook your head, pleading, bartering with the universe.  Not this. Not like this.

Quivering lips smashed firmly together, and you leaned away. You tried to stand, you yanked upwards on the chain beneath his boot, but he was too strong.  Your fingers curled and scrambled against the floor, and you threw your torso back, trying to rip free, unknowingly inching nearer to the wall.

A black knee drew up to your chest to hold you in place while he maneuvered the fabric that always seemed to be billowing around him; and then, he was forcing the head of his cock against your tight lips. You struggled not to open them, but he shoved your head back against the wall viciously and took advantage of your ensuing disorientation to drive his thumb into the side of your mouth.  He pinched the inside of one cheek until your mouth opened wide enough and began force-feeding you his dick.  

Kylo Ren didn’t want you to suck his cock, you knew.  He wanted to take his rage out on your face, and your face would be lucky to survive it.

You were frantic now, fully captured by this beast and his complete lack of mercy. Still, you tried to fight, turning your head and trying to scrape your teeth against him. He snarled and let your mouth drop away only to throw your head against the wall with such force that your offending teeth clattered.  Dizzy and wobbling, your eyes rolled back in your head, and you sagged into him.

“Get your filth off of me, trader,” he sneered, and you reeled from it.

He slapped you, the leather dulling the sound to a thick thud, your cheek blossoming red.  Whether it was to punish you or wake you, you couldn’t tell. You tasted blood, the teeth that tried to wound him having turned traitor and cut you instead.

His hands tangled in your hair, pulling you up by the roots; and this time, your lips gave way to his intrusion.  The taste of him was heady, tangy copper, sweat, and slick dancing on your tongue. Your blurry eyes closed because trying to focus on the black of his trousers only made your head swim. In your disconcerted state, you didn’t fully register what he was saying to you.

“The next time I tell you to speak, you fucking speak.”

Ren surged inward and lodged his dick into your throat as far as it would go. Wrapping both large hands around your head, he hardly withdrew and pumped his hips against you, rough and callous, only at the back of your throat. He never retreated far enough to grant you relief.

You gagged violently, cheeks puffing out, teary eyes flying wide open. Drool bubbled up around his cock and dribbled from the corners of your mouth. Your mouth felt filled with sandpaper, and you felt as though you were swallowing glass.

You had been reduced to sobbing, the only outlet left for your objections.  This only seemed to spur him on, and he rammed into your face again, blinding you to all else but the fullness of your mouth, the way he fucked your tongue raw.

When he finally pulled back, you heaved in breath and reached to disconnect the sticky saliva that connected your mouth to the end of his cock, but your hand only jangled in the manacle.

Your face felt blistered, branded by him, lips swollen and chapped, chin shining with ropes of drool. But like before, your head felt empty now. The absence of him pulling your face into a crumple with new, hot tears.

You were learning his body, his penchant for aggression, him. And you knew, somehow inherently, that this level of violence was reserved for a very select few.  Why did you want that?

You gulped at nothing, still struggling with the inevitable, but you ached for something, anything, whatever bit of alive he would give you in this room. You did not notice that he was watching you, taking note of the war on your face.

He jerked your chin back to center and slipped his hand into your mouth, three fingers this time. The leather tasted of grime and polish, soap and chemicals. He slid them in past your molars, and your coughing earned a growl, a warning, but then also a release, a second’s reprieve to suck down breath.

“You will take it.”

Something had changed.

This new stillness in him shocked you to your core. You were becoming accustomed to the physicality of his anger, but the calm in this order completely terrified you. Your fingers stopped scratching, and the only roar you heard was your own blood rushing. You could hear the manacles jingling as your hands, your everything, quaked.  

Your red, bleary eyes opened upon him, and you nodded, once.  His glove left your mouth, and you kept it open.  Lesson learned.

Ren’s hips jutted at you, and he held the fat head of his cock aimed at your mouth, waiting to see if you were going to fight him again.  You braced and willed yourself into stillness, relaxing your jaw to take him in and focusing your sight on the obsidian visor, certain you could feel the flaming gaze behind it on your skin.  

The taste of him on your tongue was all salt now, the opalescent beads of arousal mixing with your saliva. Your tongue curled around the width of him, pulling that taste in more.

Further, he pushed in until that swollen crown nudged at the back of your throat, but he made no noise. There was no groan or heavy breath, and you found yourself lost for it. The stillness of him disarmed you into compliance, but the violence of him meant you heard his voice, the noises he made, his will. This was a new torture.

You shifted your knees wider apart and tilted your head to better accept him.  The weight of his dick on your tongue sent a shudder down your back, and he occupied that last bit of your face, forcing the soft of your neck to allow him entry, until you could smell the fabric of his robes, artificial linen and earthen dusty, feel it tickling your nose, but you did not move. You knew he was testing you.

Kylo Ren had blurred out everything around you, turning your existence into empty space that only he could fill, and your vision contracted until there was only him. Only this. Only the taste of him, salty at the back of your jaw, musky and spicy on the tip of your tongue.  

You saw white spots but clung to the angry shine of his helmet until it, too, began to turn to blackness , and your eyelids dropped down, down, down…

He slapped the unconsciousness from you again, and it echoed in the little room. Pain shot through your cheek bone, the explosion of it in your eye offset your balance. Slumping down into yourself, you shook your head to clear the ringing, but it didn’t dissipate fast enough.  Ren’s gloved fingers snatched your face. He hooked his thumb against your teeth, and pushed down sharply, prying open your jaw.

You tasted blood as he pushed that thumb down under your tongue, causing the saliva to pool, and you hummed deep in your chest. Your eyes flew wide open, and red blossomed across your bosom, licking up your throat, and turning your ears pink.

You hadn’t objected when he did it, but you hadn’t consciously decided that you liked it. Did you? You kept your eyes upon him and your head exactly where he’d placed it, even through your mortification, because you knew the consequences now.

He held you still, peering down at you and watching the drool well up in your mouth. You could feel him moving, using his other hand to stroke and squeeze himself. Your eyes narrowed slightly that he would deny you seeing this, and you battled against yourself to not bite him, but you understood from the rough grip on your mouth that he wanted you to supplicate to him, to worship him.

And you did.  You breathed him in, and your chest stuttered. He smelled like ash and cold air, a sizzling black sun burning up everything in his wake.  Surely, you thought, he would scorch you, too. Why did it entice you so?

You heard it then, for the first time since he’d entered the room, the sound of his breathing through the voice modulator, and you reveled in it. It was heavy, unstable, and lust-charged.

You frantically searched the visor for a moment as you strained to better hear it.   You had done that. You had earned that.

Your Child God was still a man, you thought, and a second later came your proof as you felt the warmth of his seed splash across and into your waiting mouth. He held your jaw open and watched as your tongue and throat worked, swallowing him as best you could. You could hear his breathing slowly return to undetectable as he watched the last of his release roll slowly down to disappear into the hollow cavern of your throat.

Lifting his boot from your manacled hands, he shoved your face away, and you slumped against the wall.  You watched him turn and exit the room without another word.  

You knew you were going to be here as long as he decided to keep you alive, information or no. Whatever you might have known was irrelevant now. This would be your world. You would be the receptacle for his furor, a body to torment however he desired.

You stayed like that for a long time, quiet, listening.  You waited until the lights dimmed for the sleep cycle before you crawled over to the commode and wash basin in the corner of the cell, relieved yourself, and cleaned up as best you could, wiping away drool, tears, blood.  You, again, checked your catsuit for any tears, cuts, or holes.  Finding only minor rips in the fabric, none of them alarming, you shook loose a trembling breath.

The longer you could keep your secret, the longer you would stay alive.

[katsukikitten]

Hi! I was wondering if you could could do bakugo with a depressed and self-harming s/o? Shes trying so hard not to do but it was one of those days that the urge was almost impossible to ignore? Sorry if its too dark, i just feel this very mood rn. Sorry to bother you and i love your work ❤️💕

This would never bother me love. Please feel free to message me should you need me. You have my full support and I will always help you to my best abilities.

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING FOR SELF HARM PLEASE DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER IF YOU FEEL LIKE YOU'LL LOSE THE BATTLE. I KNOW YOU ARE STRONG YOU CAN DO THIS.

It sat on your shoulder, weighing down on your mind, body and soul. Wispy fingers digging into flesh as it peers over you too curious for it's own good.

It smiles a jagged tooth smile as it sees what has your heart and mind racing so erratically. It morphs all on it's own as you stare at the 34% written in blotchy red ink and it seems to whisper with a gravely voice.

*"Worthless."*

You twist at your skin on your forearms agitating old scars that burn to be reopened and picked over for the next few weeks. Your forearm reddens from the Indian burn you're giving yourself all the while your mind stays on a dark loop. Repeating things over and over as you try to understand this failing grade.

As you try to wrap your mind around how in the hell could this be your fifth one in a row.

You were going to fucking flunk, you were going to have to say good bye to your dreams, to all of your aspirations as a hero. You thought you might as well go back to the dorms and start packing now as you proved to yourself exactly what you've always known and exactly what it's always breathed down the nape of your neck.

*"Not good enough."*

The skin begins to bloom in blues and purples, much like a moody flower as you're absorbed in thought trying to break the cycle of it.

Trying to ignore the call of old burns on your ribs from your friends curling iron, trying so damn hard to not hear that the school is teaming with sharp objects to slice yourself with.

So absorbed really that you do not hear the bell dismissing school, only the rushing blood in your ears.

Oblivious to the burning eyes that watch your hand work, that have seen the scars in training but would never be shameless enough to ask.

He figured it out quickly, noticing with deft eyes the neatly set rows of dated scars, of their organization and as far as he knew you had never been captured.

A strong hand wraps around the wrist that has been twisting the past hour.

"Enough. It's just a grade. I'll help you study." All biting voice as his vice grip dies down. He has your backpack on what is normally his free shoulder. You blush furiously, feeling shame heat your cheeks as you hadn't realized you were being so obvious.

"Let's go Y/LN!" He shouts now from the door trying to keep the bite out of his voice.

He fails as the chair scrapes against the cold linoleum. He bites his lip waiting for you to fall into step.

The walk home is silent and awkward at best. Embarrassment creeps in reddish hues onto your cheeks as you think of who else may have seen you.

Who else noticed your unstable mind and insecure actions?

The thought has you subconsciously twisting again as thoughts swirl faster and faster as they think of what will relieve the tension.

Did you have any more razors? Surely one of the girls did, if not the corner store.

But did you have the extra cash?

As you rack your brain for either a hidden stash of instruments or cash it hits you. You had that lighter your stole ages ago. It only took 70 seconds for a burn to form. 70 agonizingly lovely seconds for your skin to warp and bubble until the pain was so numbing you felt your body go slack. Your brain finally giving you endorphins you so thoroughly craved.

And the best part about a burn is that it would hurt for weeks after, and especially so any time you introduced it to hear. Skin jaded from its previous encounter with unpleasantly warm.

Just as your nails begin to break skin a calloused hand has gripped your wrist once more. Hand slipping into yours while intertwining fingers in a bone crushing grip.

"Whatever it is you're thinking. You better not." Its a threat that actually scares you.

How had he read your mind? You swallow thickly while trying not to look any more suspicious under his exceptionaly watchful eye.

Once the two of you reach the dorm he squeezes your hand tightly, slipping your back onto your shoulder before growling in your ear.

"Whenever you feel...down you come to me." His voice is darker than you've ever heard before he lets go of your hand waltzing into the dorms.

Days pass with the single thought of painful released flooding your system.

Anytime you reached for your lighter you thought of burning red eyes.

Of the wraith that would be looming in them.

Of the disappointment.

You gulp down air as you try to fight it especially now that the inanimate object seems to have gained a voice.

A voice that echos what the wispy black beast that hangs onto your back screams in your ear.

*"Do it. Do it. DO IT!"*

It said it every time you were in the shower and around razor heads lying around, screeched when it saw the sharp edge of a broken tile in the bathroom. It yelled it during practice as you watched Todoroki's flame lick greedily at the ground, at the walls of the fake city.

Dancing in the sunlight as if it were a savior, calling out to be caressed as the paint beneath bubbled and warped.

Your fingers had reached out. Had begun to feel the heat.

Until you were so selfishly ripped away by strong hands and heated scarlet eyes.

Shoving you to continue the mission.

It took on new words now as you reached for your box in your closet. Taking down the black shoe box of sad poems and long forgotten notes from long forgotten friends.

And as you stare down at the scratched chrome rectangle, flopping open the top.

You still hear that magical sound of sloshing butane. Now you just have to hope the flint is still good. Hesitation seizes your muscles as your thumb rests on the steel wheel, is this really such a good idea?

Think of all of the people who abandoned you when they found out.

Think of the hurt shining in your parents eyes when they saw the scars littering your body, wondering what they did to make you so unhappy.

Think of how you only feel smaller when you do it.

You're about put it away, seal it back in its black converse labeled coffin when that wispy small thought you'd tried so hard to talk over is finally heard.

*"But think of how good it feels in the moment."*

With that your thumb comes fully down, the flint sparks igniting the soaked wick that now dances in the comfort of your room.

Singing its praises, asking you to come closer for a reward.

You listen, bringing your hand down slowly over the lit lighter, as the heat turns from pleasantly warm to Redding burn.

Closer still you push your palm until your skin is in the flame. Silently ticking by the seconds.

35 have passed as you're halfway there, the smell of skin is staring to waft onto the air as your skin has already become distorted, discolored as the flames lovingly leave your with a heated numbness.

At least for now.

A knock comes at the door, earning you a small yelp. Suddenly the fire has become hot, burning as you flick closed the top and drop the lighter.

"J..just a minute." You call out starring at your palm gripping at your wrist.

"Hurry up. We don't have much time to study before bed. Your retake is in two days." His voice comes out gruff starling you even more.

You hadn't asked for Bakugou's help, so why was the hot head barking on the other side of your door.

Shit.

This was getting worse by the second. With nothing to wrap your hand it you tell yourself you'll be able to hide it as you reach for the doorknob. Causing a pain to shoot from your hand all the way up to your shoulder as you force the fried nerves onto a cool surface. Twisting as you go.

Maybe it wasn't your best idea to use it on your dominate hand.

But what's done is done.

"We c...can go to the common room and study." You suggest but barges himself in anyway standing just inside your door as he thinks of the best way to avoid the landmine of clothes and books scatter across the hardwood.

"Too loud." He dismisses finding the perfect path to your desk.

The perfect path that has his boot toeing the lighter. Causing it to skid into his sight. He leans over to pick it up, feeling the warmth coming from it and finally placing the odd smell that lingers in your room.

He glares over his shoulder as your heart pounds in your throat, causing a lump to form as you see what you told yourself was going to be there.

Anger.

Disappointment.

Especially so with how neatly he sets down the test materials, stepping with precise foot steps before he stands in front of you.

Heated sugar begins to flood the room before a few uncontrolled pops ring our over his shoulders and forearms.

"What's this?" He asks calmly which scares you more than anything and when you cannot answer he notices you hiding your dominate hand.

"N..n..nothing Bakugou. I...I found it on campus and thought it looked cool. I wanted to..to keep it." You stumble with frayed nerves as you avoid his eyes, telling a half truth. You do collect odd things that you find. Thinking they bring you fortune and you did find the zippo on campus, just not this one.

He looks you over debating before he grits his teeth. Hand causing the lighter to explode.

"And then you lie to me." He comes out dark, rubbing you the wrong way as you think of all the other faces his match right now.

As you remember that they gave you their backs becoming nothing more than memories and empty promises immortalized on line paper that rots in a coffin made of a black converse box.

You cannot stop the tears as you fall to the floor. Crying loudly and openly, large droplets raining down onto your shirt and the hard wood floor.

Bakugou's own heart lodges in his throat as he stares down at you.

Per the usual fucking up how you're supposed to react.

This wasn't supportive like the internet had said. Nor was it loving.

Hell, if anything this was the exact opposite of what was advised to do. And here he stood losing his temper over something you clearly struggled with.

The worst part to him was that there was nothing he could do to change this, to alter how you feel. To stop you all together and force you into a different, more healthy coping mechanism.

No all he could was watch from the sidelines.

And Bakugou Katsuki was a starter.

He sighs sinking to his knees pulling you into him as you stain his pressed shirt. Dampen it until nothing else comes out and the numbness begins to set in.

All the while he smooths down your hair and let's his hand travel down your back in a loving warm touch. When he thinks you are done he pushes you away so he can stare into your gorgeous eyes and admits what he never thought he would.

"I can't fix this for you. I can't take it away. I cant fight it off. Kiss it away. Fuck it away. Or rip the urge from your body." He squeezes your shoulders tightly, "Only you can do that."

The two of you stay quiet as you realize the weight of his words.

"You're the only one strong enough to fight this. I can support you, I can be a shoulder to cry on, a punching bag whatever. But I can't fucking fix this for you." Another pop from his shoulders before he let's out a shaking sigh, "But I sure as fuck believe in you. You stopped once. You can stop again. As long as you keep getting back up Y/N it doesn't matter that you *ever* fell. So please....please let me help you. Let me be that shoulder, that punching back. That void you vent to."

More tears glisten in your eyes as he kisses your forehead, he pulls you back into another death grip hug, voice threatening to crack as he adds.

"Please let me help you kick this things ass."