#but it starts shutting down like you gave a high effort command to a barely powered robot

[celepeace]

I want to go outside and find wildlife and go hiking and cook elaborate meals and go birdwatching and go on day trips and make things and reorganize my house but it feels like I'm trapped in a meat prison that can only charge up to 10% battery

[heartfeltcierra]

Portgas D. Ace X Female Marine Captain Reader Smut

Word Count 2.5K (Lightly Edited)

Contains: Fingering, Squirting, Humiliation, Mean Ace, Full Nelson Position. Choking. Angst.

Being a Marine is hard. You knew that well before you became one, but sometimes you wonder why you even joined in the first place. Sure it gives you a purpose and you have put a lot of effort into it. So much so you have recently been named a captain. It was a high honor and you couldn't help but be proud of yourself. But you still don’t understand why you became one. You could have had a nice comfy world government desk job, but it seemed a little to boring. Maybe you joined because of the excitement?

“I guess I’ll never really know.” You say to yourself as you flop onto your ever so comfy bed, perks of being a captain. Not to mention the balcony with a breathtaking view of the sea. You turn your head to look outside of the balcony windows. Dusk was starting to set in. The sun looked like it was being swallowed by the vast ocean. The sky was colored like cotton candy, but there was a very prominent streak of red that stood out even more. It looked like fire. His fire. You felt a pang of sadness in your chest. It had been almost 3 months since you saw Ace. Not that you were supposed to see him in the first place. One of White Beards commanders and a Marine Captain did not mix at all, but you were knee deep in a relationship with the pirate.

This is the longest Ace has gone without coming to see you. As bad as you hated to admit it, you missed him. You can’t help but wonder if he is okay? Or maybe he has moved on. The thought of that stung. Sometimes all you can think about is him, it's frustrating. How cute his freckles are, how his deep voice would whisper sweet nothing in your ear, and how his soft curls would tickle your bare shoulder as he kissed down your neck. Your face began to heat up at the thought.

The past 3 months have been hell. You wanted to hear more stories about his brothers and all the places he has traveled too. You just wanted him in general. You can’t help but think the last time you saw him was truly the last. You rise up from the bed to blow the candle that was on your night stand out. The silence of the room was swallowing you whole. You grab a spare pillow and hold it tight to your body. You couldn’t hold back anymore, all the frustration, unease and uncertainty flowed down your cheeks. You are strong, but right now you need to be weak. You just gotta let this pass. It may be for the better.

You look out the balcony window again. The red line of clouds have been replaced with bright stars. Seeing them gave you a little peace. You look over at the clock. It was almost Midnight and you needed sleep. You shut your eyes for what felt like a moment, until a flicker of light disturbed the darkness. You open your eyes to see your candle lit. Didn’t you blow it out? You lean over and blow it out again. Not thinking anything of it, you lay back down. And then it happens again. Did someone replace it with a trick candle or something? You see something tall and dark shuffle out of the corner of your eye.

“Who’s there?” You lift your body until your knees are digging into the bed. Another shuffle. You look around and see the tall shadow approaching you. Your body froze up. The shadow got closer and closer. You opened your mouth to scream but you were tackled to the bed with a hand firmly against your mouth. Your body fights back, kicking and trying to free yourself.

“Someone sure is feisty tonight.” That voice, you knew it immediately. It was Ace. Your tense body relaxed in mere seconds. His hand left your mouth. You could finally see the man, he was giving you that signature smirk that you have missed so much. It was really him. Relief washed over your body.

“Ace you asshole.” You sobbed out. Ace’s facial expression changed, his playful smirk was long gone and replaced with pure concern.

“Hey now. Why are you crying?” Ace sounded panicked. He wasted no time lifting your shaking body off the bed and into his arms.

“Where have you been? It's been 3 months.” You want to fight him, you want to push yourself away from him. But the warm arms that cradle you feel like home. And how you have missed home. “I was so worried about you. I thought you’d never come back.”

“I’m sorry Y/N. Things have been complicated lately. But I thought about you every single day.” He gave a sweet kiss to your temple. “I’m here now and everything is okay sweetheart.” You look into Ace’s guilt filled eyes.

“Don’t ever do this to me again or I'll turn your ass in.” You gave him a light punch to the chest.

“Roger that captain Y/N. How about you let me make this up to you?” Ace stood up from the bed and placed his orange cowboy hat on your dresser. You could only nod at the man. “Lay back for me sweet girl, I’m going to show you just how much I missed you.”

You do as Ace instructed and lay flat on your bed. You could feel the excitement bubble in your stomach. He walked up to the bed and stared at you for a moment, his face seemed soft and sweet, but only for a split second. He reached down and hooked a finger around the part of your nightgown that parted between your breast. With one swift move he burned a straight line down the nightgown. You would complain at him for ruining your nightgown, but you know it wasn't the only thing he was going to ruin. His hand trailed up and down your body, gliding ever so lightly over your nipples to harden them. Your body wiggled underneath his touch and it did not go unnoticed by him.

“I wonder what your crew would think if they saw their captain acting like a whore for a man with a bounty on his head.” Your face heats up at the thought of that. “Take your panties off now.” Your shaking hands go down to the hem of your panties, you peel them off your body leaving you fully exposed to him. You know your pussy was soaked and he hasn't even touched it yet. That was the power he had over you.

“Ace please.” You whine out, begging for him to touch you. Your body was going to explode if he didn't.

“Sit up.” You shot him a confused look but followed his orders. He sat on the bed with his back leaning against the headboard. He spread his legs out and motioned for you to get in between them. You wiggled your body until your back was snug against his chest. “Good girl.”

Ace grabbed your legs and hooked them over his, making yours spread out. The position exposed you in a way you never felt before. It was exciting. Ace’s hands circled your body. One hand massaged your left breast and the other hand trailed down to your soaked cunt. His fingers rubbed small circles into your clit causing you to moan out. The hand that was massaging your breast came up to cover your mouth. He started rubbing faster and faster. Your visions filled with stars, you were so close to cumming. Before you could reach your high Ace pulled his hand back. You let out a muffled whine.

“Don’t worry slut I’ll let you cum, just when I want you to. Got it.” You nod your head. You loved it when Ace got a little rough and mean with you. It made your pussy all the wetter hearing him call you such humiliating names.

His fingers ran up and down your cunt, collecting all your arousal. He finally shoved two of his thick fingers into your hole. His fingers set a slow pace at first, doing the come here motion that targeted your g-spot. Your body grinded against him and in return he wrapped his hand around your neck, gently choking you. It all felt too good. Your orgasm was building up again and quick, Ace sensed this and started to finger you faster. The vulgar noises your cunt made filled the room.

“Ace I’m gonna..” Ace’s hand removed itself from your neck and came down to rub your clit vigorously.

“Go ahead then.” Ace’s fingers sped up, hitting your G-spot over and over again. . You could feel something splashing out of you. You were squirting all over his fingers as you finally came. Your body shakes and shudders from the force of the orgasm.. Ace took his fingers out of your sensitive hole, you could see the liquid falling from his fingers. Your bed was going to be a swimming pool by the time he was done with you.

“You think you can handle a little more sweet girl?” Ace’s hands hugged you closer to him as he planted a kiss in the crook of your neck. Your body was sore and screamed for rest, but you nodded. Ace lifted your body up with his, you could feel his hard on pressing into your lower back. No matter how many times he has fucked you, his size still scares you. You could feel one of Ace’s hands sneak down to his shorts to pull his cock out.

Ace arms looped under yours and grabbed your head, giving you no choice but to look at what he was about to do. His cock grinded against your soaked cunt and without warning he bottomed out. Your mouth gapes open at the fullness you are feeling. The way his cock touches the spots that lay deep within you. Your body felt like it was going to float away.

“Can I move?” Ace’s lust filled voice whispered into your ear. You could feel goosebumps forming on your skin.

“Yes, please.” You could feel him smile against your neck. Given the green light Ace wasted no time. Ace started to pound you like there was no tomorrow. The full nelson position gave him the perfect angle to attack your g spot every single time. You start to doubt if you’ll ever walk again, Ace was absolutely destroying you. Your moans filled the room along with the wet sounds of skin colliding. You could feel your second orgasm approaching quickly.

“Does. it. feel. good.” He punctuated every word with a hard thrust that hit your cervix in a way that caused pain and then pleasure. “Answer me or I’ll stop.”

“Yes! It feels so good, please don’t stop, I'm so close!” You beg so you can reach your high.

“Me too.” Ace grunted in your ear. His grip on you became tighter and his pace quickened to an inhuman speed. Tears fell from your eyes due the sheer intensity.

“I’m going to cum.” You shrill out as an orgasm rocked your body yet again.

“Fuck.” Ace slammed his cock against your cervix and came, spewing his hot cum deep inside of you. The warmth leaves you satisfied and full. He pulled out slowly and laid your body next to him on the bed.

Ace went straight into aftercare mode. He walked into your bathroom and came back with a warm damp washcloth. He gently wipes away at your folds. Your body tense due to the sensitivity.

“I’m sorry sweet girl, I’m almost done.” He gave you a warm smile. He throws the cloth in a basket beside your bed. “Let me get you some clothes.” He goes over to your dresser and rummages through it. He got you a pair of panties and an oversized shirt.

“Thank you.” You take the clothes. They were warm to the touch. You smile, he must have used his devil fruit power to warm them up a bit. Sometimes it really is the small things he does that makes your heart swoon.

“So tell me how things have been going Captain Y/N.” Ace laid on the bed and pulled your tired body close to his.

“Things are going good. They should be done building my ship soon. Once they are, I'll be taking to the seas, so you better watch out Mr. Fire Fist.” You smirk up at the wanted man.

“Is that so? I look forward to it.” He smirked right back at you.

“But on a serious note. It’s going to be hard for us to meet up now.” Your statement caused a frown to form on your face. Ace studied your face before lifting your chin up to look at him.

“You may be right, but don’t worry. I’ll come burn your ship down and steal you away.” Your hand immediately came up to knock him on the head. “Oww, what was that for.” Ace pouted and rubbed the spot you had hit.

“It isn’t even finished yet and you're already threatening to burn it down you ass!” You rolled your eyes at the ravenette man.

“I wasn’t serious, plus I know it won’t be that easy. I know you’ll give me a run for my money once we cross paths.” Ace snorted. You couldn’t help but laugh with him.

“You're damn right I will. But for now we'll call it a truce. I’m sleepy.” You throw the comforter over both you and him. “Goodnight Ace, I’ll see you on the seas.”

“Goodnight, sweet dreams. I'll be waiting for ya.” Ace kissed your forehead and held you closer to him. You bask in the comfort he gave you, knowing it was going to be quite sometime before you'd be able to again. His warm body lulled you into a deep sleep. ~~~~~

Your alarm clock started to go off, it was already 6AM. The bed was a little too cold, meaning Ace was gone. Your body slowly rises out of the bed, your legs are sore and stiff, but you somehow manage to stand up on the sore limbs. You took a few cautionary steps, you could still walk thankfully. A rolled up piece of paper was sitting on your dresser. You don’t remember putting anything there. You walk over and unravel the paper. You held the paper open and to your surprise it was Ace’s wanted poster with a small note at the bottom. “Catch me if you can.”

AN-Hope you enjoyed!

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

Can you please do a mean Dom Harry smut

His sanity

Guess who's back

Warning: 18+

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The door to your shared home slammed shut with a deafening thud, followed by heavy footsteps. You jerked with momentary fear of the intrusion until you saw Harry standing in the doorstep of your living room.

You put your book upside down on the couch and get up to greet Harry properly. When you were close enough to see your boyfriend‘s emotionless expression, your smile went from happy to timid, until it disappeared completely. Harry seemed to be looking right through you, his whole body trembling with an effort to keep his magic inside. His aura was overwhelming, so intense that you stayed a few steps away from him so as not to be completely surrounded by it.

Harry seemed to notice your mistrust and carefully put his wand on the side, his green eyes now fixed on yours. Not that that would make a big difference, he could crush you without the stupid stick if he wanted to, but it was a sign to you. A sign that he was still in control, even if only scantily.

It was deathly quiet for a passing moment and a trembling breath escaped your drying lips. You hadn't even noticed to what extent Harry's magic was crushing you until he closed his eyes and seconds later the air seemed more bearable again.

You knew that this night could end dangerously, that Harry's sanity was hanging on a millimeter thin strand, but no matter how hard your brain tried to stop you, your feet had already made their decision. Only when you felt his warm breath on your lips did you realize that you had moved. Harry was motionless, hands still shaking, clenched in firm fists.

There was a gleam in his eyes, something that resembled a warning. You couldn't hold yourself and in the second in which you hugged your warm body against his trembling one, Harry's disciplined posture shattered into a million pieces. He buried his trembling hands in your hair and pressed you closer to him, his mouth dominated yours with so much strength, as if he was trying to drown in the taste of your lips.

Harry pulled and tore at your clothes until you stood completely naked in his arms. His hands were everywhere and nowhere at the same time, never long enough in the places that ached for his touches. Taking quick strides he forced you to walk backwards, pushing you into a seating position on the couch. You stared up at him compliantly, making him smirk at you with obvious delight. Your book long forgotten on the cold floor.

He was silent when he opened the buttons of his shirt, his bright eyes followed your hands and he watched you as you undid his belt. He lifted his brow as your hands left his body to rest submissively on your thighs.

„Did I tell you to stop?“ He whispered softly, teeth gritted together.

You shook your head and blinked up at him, mulling over your next sentence.

„You didn‘t tell me what you want...“ You said softly, not wanting to awaken his anger, which was simmering very close to the surface. You saw it glinting impatiently behind his irises, waiting for the perfect moment to sink its teeth into your soft flesh.

„Want me to spell it out for you? Get on your fucking knees and suck my cock.“ He hissed, eyes flashing with irritation.

You immediately fell on your knees, barely feeling the pain and pulled on his clothes until they rested by his ankles. His cock hit your face and you looked up at your boyfriend, tongue outstretched to lick the underside. Harry's control burned through and he pulled your head back until your neck protested with the pain. His other hand smeared his cock on your lips and cheeks, spreading his cum on your skin and smiled as the lower half of your face shone with him. Oh exactly this view he wanted to burn into his brain forever, you on your knees like his personal whore, nothing else but the thought of his cock in your stupid head.

His hand on your jaw opened your mouth wide to insert his cock, deep needy moans escaping him when you ran your tongue along the underside of the tip. Without paying attention to your well-being he started to fuck your mouth, eyes narrowed and lips parted, his groans were so desperate, he sounded like your mouth couldn't satisfy the hunger in him. Harry wanted to be inside of you, to he ached to hear your pretty whimpers and pleads.

„Your mouth isn‘t enough. Tell me what else can you offer me?“ Harry snarked, giving you a challenging grin.

You tried to pull away but he kept your head in place, pouting when you didn‘t answer.

„What is it, can‘t talk?“ Harry chuckled, eyes flashing with evil amusement when you struggled to breathe with his cock stuffing your mouth full.

„How rude of you. I should teach you a less-“ Harry‘s voice broke off with a surprised gasp and his hips bucked forward. He gave you a glare and you only sucked him harder for it, knowing that you were pushing his buttons just right.

„You wanna play? Hm? Is that it?“ Harry grunted, already forcing your head to lean on the seat of the couch, one knee resting beside your head. „Alright, take it then.“

Nothing could have prepared you for the punishing thrust of his hips. He almost crushed you against the couch, his balls pressed against your chin. You were forced to stare up in this position, your vision obscured by the tears rolling down your temples, but it was worth it, Harry was irresistible in this position. Fuck, the way his head was leaned back, mouth wide open and he sounded the room with his rough voice, your name on his lips like a prayer. Jaw sharp and veins visible in his neck, upper body tense and hands buried in your hair.

Black dots danced in front of your eyes, your nails left long, angry scratch marks on his arms and legs. The pain only made him more aggressive and he pulled himself out of your mouth.

„Stop crying, you wanted to fuck me, remember?“ Harry kissed you hard again, teeth and lips met painfully but you didn't care.

„I want you to let yourself go. Show me what you want.“ He whispered hotly, groaning into your mouth when your hand wrapped around his cock again.

„Want you to fuck me, Harry please.“ You pleaded, pressing desperate kisses all over his throat, nipping at some places to leave your marks. Harry loved being covered in your bruises.

„What? Can‘t hear you, sweetheart.“

He was doing it on purpose at this point, wanting you to beg for him to take you.

„Please“ you whined, tightening your hand around him painfully, but Harry wouldn’t be Harry if he didn‘t enjoy pain.

„Please fuck me, take me-“ Your voice cut off with a sharp cry when two fingers pounded into you with such speed you came seconds later, vision exploding with a blazing white light.

„Yes, cum!“ Harry commanded, drunk on your screams of pleasure, craving to feel your cunt tighten around his cock and not his fingers.

"More" you gasped at the overstimulation but still pressed your cunt against his fingers, "Cock, want cock."

Harry proudly boasted that he reduced you into a mindless cock slut with just his fingers. He sat on the couch and gestured on his lap, arms spread out on the armrest in a dominant manner. There was that cool, dangerous shine in his green eyes again and his expression was illegible. Harry was unreachable and you wanted to see him fall.

Your breathing was irregular as you crawled up to him, your hands sliding gently over his legs. Harry let you do it and admired your naked body, his eyes fixed on the lips you are biting on.

"You wanted my cock so come on and fuck yourself with it" Harry commanded and you whined submissively, seating yourself on top of him. His cock brushed against your sensitive inner thighs, leaving a hot trail of his cum and your spit on your skin. Sinking down your eyes rolled back, lips parting into a silent o and you sat there for a few seconds, getting lost in the feeling of him so deep inside of you.

Harry's hands clung to your hips and he moved in circular motions, watching you intently as you moaned and squealed whenever your clit rubbed against his flesh or the tip of his cock hit your g-spot.

"I'm barely doing anything and you're already shaking." Harry forced out, thighs clenching under yours when you gave him a look so full of pleasure and submission that it overwhelmed him. He could do anything to you right now and you would go with it. Harry was drunk on that power, thumb pushing past your spit glistening lips to make you suck on it.

"Everyone always thinks you're so fuck do that again so fucking smart and proper, but ah look at you now..." His voice was trembling with bliss, your quick thrusts and sharp movements making him weak.

You keened, clinging on this shoulders when Harry lifted his hips to literally drill into you, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you against his sweat soaked chest.

"Should show them how dumb you are" He hissed, biting at the skin of your jaw, "Show them how much of a fucking slut you can be."

The only sounds you could make were high-pitched moans, his dirty words only made you hungrier for him.

"Only here to make me cum" Harry moaned at last, letting his deep voice flow freely in the room, "Only here to take my cum, hm?"

You cried out, going faster when you felt the familiar ache in your stomach, the tension building up rapidly.

"Yes!" you sobbed, "Give me cum pleaseplease!"

Holding you down on his cock by your shoulders Harry pounded up into your pussy, once, twice and on the third push you came with a shout, biting into the thumb he pushed inside of your mouth again. Harry let out a broken groan at the sight of your release and came only seconds later, going momentarily silent with the amount of pleasure flodding his blood. He didn't let you go, holding you down until you were dripping with his essance, uncomfortably full with him.

"There you have it" Harry mocked, breathlessly, "Full of my cum, just the way you like it."

You whimpered when he pulled out, clenching around nothing to keep in as much of him as you could. Harry pulled you on your knees and pushed you forward, craning his neck to watch his cum drip out of you.

"You're making a mess, sweetheart" His fingers pushed his cum back inside, pinching your thighs when you scrambled to get away. "Stay still, I want it to stay inside."

"Sensitive" you whispered, legs trembling to keep yourself upright on his lap.

He finally took his fingers out when he was satisfied, pushing his fingers past your lips and watch you suck them clean.

"Satisfied" He raised a brow, ready to fuck you again if you were to say no. He is a gentleman after all.

"Yes, thank you." You mumbled around his fingers, content to just lean against him and dose off with his fingers gently pushing in and out of your mouth.

Harry leaned back as well, the tension from before falling away. He let himself dose off, enjoying the calmness of his mind while it lasted.

[thesightstoshowyou]

Gift Exchange

Asa Emory x AFAB Reader (NSFW)

A sappy follow-up to this

Summary: There’s something special about Christmas morning.

Warnings: A little dash of Jesse, choking, biting, blood, creampie. Soft!Asa???? Sorry, I’m a bit late with this, but my motivation took a vacation over the holidays.

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             It is the absence of familiar heat at your back that wakes you. Eyes fluttering open, you’re met with the smooth expanse of Jesse’s bare chest. As usual, he has both arms wrapped around you, crushing you to him as though you’re a body pillow.  

            Craning your neck, you find the other side of the bed empty. This isn’t unusual; Asa never sleeps for more than a few hours at a time, and he’s an extremely early riser. Though, you had hoped he would have stayed in bed just a little longer today. It isn’t everyday both he and Jesse have the same day off.

            Carefully, you untangle yourself from Jesse’s bear hug. He is undisturbed by your movement, as you knew he would be. He’s the heaviest sleeper you’ve ever met.

            Quietly, you pad out of the bedroom, closing the door softly behind you. You follow the rich scent of coffee to the kitchen. Peering past the island, you spot Asa sprawled out on the sofa, morning paper spread out on his bent knees. You smile when you notice he plugged in the Christmas tree he teases you relentlessly about every year.

            But, dammit, it’s not Christmas without a tree.

            He glances up from the paper when he hears the cupboard open, mugs clinking together when you retrieve one for yourself. Folding the paper, he sets it on the coffee table, takes a sip from his own mug, then clears his throat.

            “Come here, Cricket,” he murmurs quietly as though he doesn’t wish to disturb the early morning hush. You set your mug on the counter and weave around the island to join him in the living room. Through enormous, full length windows, you watch snowflakes drift lazily from a gray sky, Christmas lights twinkling at various points from the city spread below.

            Asa pats his lap and, surprised, you eagerly climb on, straddling his waist as he lays back. From under the cushion, he produces a small gift wrapped neatly with a gold bow. Quizzically, you glance from him to the gift, tentatively accepting it when he pushes it into your hands.

           “Open it,” he dares, playful smirk curling at the corners of his lips.  

           “It’s not gonna cut my fingers off, is it?” you tease, only half joking. Asa chuckles quietly.

           “Not this time.” With one final, questioning glance, the paper crinkles under your fingers when you lift the tape along the side. Peeling back the wrapping, you find a black, velvet box. Excitedly, you lift the lid.

            “Oh my goodness,” you breathe, fingers brushing over the delicate golden chain holding an antique locket, a large, curly “C” engraved on the front. Pushing the clasp, the locket clicks open. Inside is empty, presumable waiting for you to fill it with whatever you wish.

            “’C’ for—

            “Cricket, yes,” Asa interrupts, reaching out to take the necklace from you. You spin around so he can secure the chain around your neck before turning back and stroking the pendant with your fingers. You smile, feeling your cheeks heat up under his appraising stare.

            “Thank you, Sir. I, uh, didn’t get anything for you, though,” you say with a giggle. Asa’s warm palms slide up your bare inner thighs, fingers tracing the thick scars there, the most distinct of the many permanent reminders of him he’s scrawled across your skin with his knife.

            “I’ve got everything I need,” he murmurs, the low, rough hum of his voice raising goosebumps across your flesh. Asa fingers move to your hip, two of them tapping your sleep shorts. Knowing what he wants, you slide off his lap, slip out of the garment, straddle his hips once more.

            Calloused palms grip your hips, urge them to roll. You feel him twitch to life between your legs, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip when sparks of pleasure arc in your core at the contact. His sleep pants are tugged off his hips as you’re pulled forward, hard flesh deliciously parting tight, slick heat until he’s fully seated within you.

            He sits up further, gathers your arms behind your back with one, strong hand, the other tangling in your hair as you buck your hips. He whispers instructions in your ear, “Faster, slower, harder,” and you do as your told, a whiny moan slipping past your clenched teeth.

            Asa chuckles quietly, teases “Better be quiet, Cricket, unless you want Jesse to hear.” It’s rare you get Asa all to yourself; Jesse’s hands are always on you somewhere whenever he’s around. This intimate, hushed moment reminds you of how it used to be when it was just the two of you, before Jesse came into your lives. In a way, you miss it, miss the routine.

            You shake your head, renewing your efforts to keep your desperate sounds in your mouth as Asa starts thrusting up into you, meeting the roll of your hips with a sharp snap until you’re trembling. Teeth find your neck, threateningly scrape your racing pulse, the hot ghosting of breath across your skin making you clench your eyes shut and groan quietly in your throat.

             “I already gave you a gift. You think you need another?” Asa rumbles in your ear. You can hear the smile in his voice. Your hands twitch, nails pushing grooves into your palms in an effort to remain silent, “Speak, Cricket.”

            “P-Please, Sir, please, Sir-Sir, p-p-please—

            Asa croons in mock sympathy and grips your hips, forcing you to grind down onto his lap so hard you’re seeing stars. Liquid heat spreads through your gut and you accidentally let fly a high-pitched wail, one which he instantly silences with a hand around your throat. He growls in warning against your cheek and you nod, mouthing the words, ‘Sorry, Sir.’

             “Think you can cum without alerting the entire building?” Urgently, you nod, pleadingly meeting his dark, heated gaze. Your eyes trace the tenseness of his jaw, the only indication he gives that he’s enjoying himself. He hums like he’s thinking, deciding whether or not you should be allowed to cum. Your legs shake, the precipice inching closer with every feverish buck of your hips.

             “Give it to me, Cricket, cum for me,” he commands in your ear. Obeying is simple, one, final, sharp thrust shoving you over the edge into bliss. Your mouth falls open, a tremulous exhale spilling past your lips as your slippery muscles contract in waves of pleasure. You’re blessed—gifted—with a strangled groan in your ear as Asa’s fingers dig into your throat, his cock twitching as he internally marks you once more. It’s another gift, one for which you thank him profusely.

            “Fuck,” he whispers, lips brushing your jaw before finding yours in a rough kiss, one that ends with you whimpering into his mouth when coppery warmth spills onto your tongue. Satisfied, Asa leans back against the cushions again, pulling you with him until your nose is nestled in the crook of his neck.

            “Think Jesse got you anything?” he jokes, scarred fingers stroking the exposed skin of your lower back. You snort.

            “He’ll probably just put a bow on his dick again like last year.” Asa laughs at that, one of his rare, rasping barks that never fails to bring a bright smile to your own face.

            The Collector is feeling generous today, it seems.  

[bittykimmy13]

Luck and Miracles (GT Angst)

In which a trapped trinket is discovered.

Warning: Mentions of cruelty

Characters and universe belong to me and the lovely @marydublin5​ / @little-miss-maggie​ 💕

Charles was lucky to be alive. And that was about where his luck ran dry.

He had been trapped for over a day. Footsteps thundered past his prison constantly, but no one gave a crushed beer can a second glance. He knew it was only a matter of time before someone stepped on the can or whisked it up to toss it in the trash. All his attempts to squeeze past the crumpled aluminum were in vain. With each failed effort, he only exhausted himself further.

Of all the ways to die as a trinket, he hadn’t seen this one coming.

It had been a seemingly routine night at the bar. He was ordered with a fancy drink, abandoned in the glass when the customer was done with him. Then another man, on his way back to his friends, had come by and plucked him up before a server could clear the table. 

Before Charles knew it, a group of humans had crowded around him at a corner booth to keep him from sight. Huge faces marveled and sneered at his size. They normally couldn’t afford trinkets, judging by their choice of cheap beers. Charles had every intention of riding out the situation, but he knew he was in trouble when one of the guys posed the question of whether a trinket could fit through the top of a can.

He still had shallow cuts on his arms and legs—a parting gift from his struggle when he was forced through the sharp opening. The beer had stung the wounds when he dropped in. Laughter had rattled through the can. Being a bar trinket was hellish enough, but a new fear had drenched him in the darkness. There was no warning when the can would be lifted and chugged at. 

It seemed he was forgotten by the end of the night. Or perhaps the men worried they would get into trouble for snatching a trinket. Whatever the case, Charles’ prison had been carried outside. With little warning, the top of the can was crushed into itself, and he felt himself plummet. The impact on the sidewalk knocked him out cold. It was a miracle he had survived the fall.

Luck and miracles. What a joke.

Weak and dehydrated, he finally caved and drank from the shallow pool of beer trapped with him. He knew logically that it would only make things worse, but at least he could trick himself for a few minutes that he was nourishing himself.  Before long, he felt weaker than ever, head buzzing.

The slight drunkenness injected a futile bit of confidence—just enough to make another escape attempt. He tried to shove his way through the concave part of the can. The opening let in a sliver of light, taunting him with freedom that was inches out of reach. He only managed to rock his prison and make himself dizzier. 

Footsteps pounded nearby, disturbing the can more than Charles’ worthless struggles. He slumped back down on his hands and knees, barely able to hold himself up.

The footsteps stopped.

They trailed closer, closer, then stopped again.

Charles held his breath, realizing the can had finally been noticed. This was it. He was going to be thrown away. Maybe this time the fall would kill him. But there was an unnervingly long pause like the giant was waiting for something to happen.

A man’s voice came from high above. “Hello?”

Choking on his trapped breath, Charles realized his movements had been noticed. He didn’t budge again, praying the giant would lose interest when nothing happened. But it was too late. 

Aluminum creaked as fingers closed around the outside of the can and lifted it upright. He slid to the bottom, bracing himself when a shadow darkened overhead. He glimpsed a blue eye peeking through the opening. The eye widened when it spotted him huddling in the darkness.

The giant uncrushed the can, making the walls groan and crackle. Charles whimpered and ducked his head, feeling the same stab of fear from last night that the aluminum would pulverize him.

“I’ll get you out of there,” the owner of the eye said, remarkably calm. A fingertip grazed the opening experimentally. A sigh. “You’ll cut yourself if you go through there. Hang on.”

The can was carried off. A car door opened and shut, and the giant settled into a seat. Charles braced his back against the damp wall, flinching at the sound of metallic rifling until the giant found whatever he was looking for.

“Keep your head down,” the voice commanded. “I’m cutting this open.”

Something stabbed through the wall near the top of the can, prompting Charles to do as he was told. The sharp point circled around until the entire ceiling of Charles’ prison was lifted away. Light stung his eyes. He squinted up at his captor, spotting curly brown hair and intense eyes that did not seem to match the mild voice. 

The giant reached for him. Charles reared against the metal wall, batting at the fingers. 

“D-don’t touch me!”

His attempts to evade were pathetic at best. The fingers gently pinned him before gradually curling to take him into their grasp. He expected to hear a scoff or sinister chuckle as he continued to fight. Instead, he was met with murmured assurances. 

“It’s alright,” the voice said, patient. “You need to get out of there. It’ll only take a second. I won’t hurt you.”

The giant brought Charles before his gaze, which searched him up and down. For what, Charles couldn’t be sure. He continued to squirm weakly as the giant briefly turned his attention away to rifle for something else. The next thing Charles knew, he was seated on the giant’s lap upon a handkerchief the size of a picnic blanket. A bowl of water was pressed into his hands—no, a water bottle cap.

“Drink,” the giant said simply. He mostly held the cap, coaxing Charles to drink as much as he could. He could only manage half the cap, after which he shook his head for no more. 

The cap was pulled away. Before Charles could even wonder what would come next, the giant hands gathered him up along with the handkerchief. Charles huddled into the cloth, flinching severely each time to the giant nudged a fold closer to dry the beer off him.

“Don’t worry,” the giant murmured. “You’ll be able to clean up properly soon. I’ll get you some food at home, too.”

“H-home?” Charles croaked. He dared to meet the giant’s eyes, almost losing his nerve at the stare he was met with. “W-what do you want with me?”

“To help.”

Charles scoffed before he could consider that humoring the giant might be his best option. But it was too late for that. Charles ducked his head as the giant leaned in closer for a better look.

“Whatever horrible worst-case scenarios are playing in your head right now… none of them are going to happen.” The giant sighed when Charles refused to look at him. “I’m not trying to scare you.”

Unsure what to believe, Charles tentatively peered up. “Why are you doing this? W-who are you?”

“I’m Will. I just… want to help.” He gave Charles a lingering, melancholy look, then glanced side to side through the car windows. “There’s people starting to walk by. We need to go.”

“H-hey!” Charles protested as Will moved him toward his pocket.

The exclamation did him no good. He sank to the bottom of his new prison, wrapped up in the soft cloth. The car started. It was so loud, Charles almost didn’t hear the voice rumbling against him. As the car lurched into motion, Will murmured for Charles not to worry. That he was safe. That he would have his own bed. Plenty of food. Space to roam. Whatever he wanted.

It had to be a fever dream.

Though Charles knew this was all too good to be true, he was willing to hold onto the delusion as long as he could. He settled against the bottom of the pocket, bone-tired. 

Somehow, the darkness began to feel less like a prison. Perhaps because it was warm and calm. Perhaps because, finally, he had been noticed.

[ushidoux]

Someone Else’s - Sakusa x Reader x Ennoshita

Summary: Ennoshita hasn’t completely moved on, but the love of his life has. NSFW. (~3148 words +/- due to editing)

A/N: I’m so sorry to Ennoshita stans. Also special thanks to @bokutosmommy for helping me bounce off ideas.

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“Thank you so much, Ennoshita-san!”

Ennoshita smiled warmly as he helped the elderly woman he was treating off the examination table. She wobbled ever so slightly as she got onto her feet, and gripped tensely onto his arm but Ennoshita held her steady, reassuring her that she had him. 

“Oh, you truly are such a kind young man. And my, it is truly a shame that you haven’t yet been snatched up!”

He let out a small pacifying laugh - this topic was frequent during their sessions, and as sweet as she was, the old lady had offered up everyone from her grandchildren to her nieces around his age, and he truly wasn’t in the mood to politely look at another stranger’s picture off her flip phone on this particular afternoon. 

Especially not when the first thing that had come to mind when awakening this morning was the woman who had broken his heart, someone he had actually planned to propose to just days before she broke up with him before disappearing without a trace.

“I’m too busy working hard in order to take care of patients like you to think about dating!” He joked as he helped lead her out to the exit. As he walked her down, he snuck a glance at the clock in the hallway, noting that he was a couple minutes late for his next patient. 

He let out a sigh internally. The young man to be seen next on his list was particularly impatient and wouldn’t be happy to wait even for a second. He hoped that by the time he made it back to the room, the technicians had at least turned the room over and taken his vitals.

By the time Ennoshita made it back to the room, he could see that the professional volleyball player he had been working with for the past month had already arrived, and was sitting in the corner of the room with legs crossed and fingertips pressed together.

“Good afternoon, Sakusa-san,” Ennoshita greeted formally.

Sakusa Kiyoomi did not answer immediately, peering up at him with dark eyes over a white surgical mask. He then gave a brief nod and stood up, pulling off his jacket and draping it neatly over the back of the chair, before sitting on the examination table.

He now looked at Ennoshita expectantly. Ennoshita kept his face kind as usual - even though Sakusa did grate on his nerves just a little, doing his best to sympathize with his cold behavior. Patellar tendon injuries were common in volleyball players but they were also incredibly frustrating, and Ennoshita, having played volleyball himself back in high school, knew something or another about frustration. Plus Sakusa was known for being more than a little abrasive at baseline, at least based on what his old high school teammates had told him.

“Did you do the exercises?”

“Mm.” At least Sakusa was willing to follow instructions. 

The session went smoothly as usual, and because Sakusa made little effort to engage in conversation, Ennoshita found his mind wandering briefly intermittently.

It’s hard to believe that you were once part of the team that beat Shiratorizawa that year, Sakusa had told him flippantly the first day they’d met. Of course, he thought that; aside from the old ladies he worked with, Ennoshita wasn’t particularly outstanding and he was painfully aware of that fact. 

Even she had told him this right before he and his last girlfriend had broken up. She had been so harsh then, but even he recognized it was true. He was a safe choice, someone you don’t hesitate to present to mom and dad but don’t also brag about to your friends, someone who was dependable but you could never be desperate to be with. He had worked on that over the past year, attempting to be more outgoing, picking up a few hobbies that would make him “interesting” like mixed martial arts and salsa dancing. 

Maybe he’d impress her if they ever met again.

But for now, his life was pretty routine, unlike guys like even Sakusa before him who commanded attention (whether unwillingly or not) whenever they entered a room and were still entrenched in the fast-pace and exciting world of volleyball. 

“We’re done here, right?” Sakusa said, abruptly. 

Ennoshita looked at the time, and noted that the thirty minutes were almost up. “Yeah, let me go get the sheet for your next set of exercises,” he said, turning around to go through a set of folders on a shelf. 

While he rummaged, behind him, there was a brief knock on the door right before the door swung open and soft, light footsteps ran in.

“Omi, we’re going to be late!”

“I told you to wait outside, stop being so clingy,” he snapped back.

And Ennoshita turned around so fast he almost got whiplash - he could recognize that voice, your voice anywhere - and stared right at you, your arms affectionately wrapped around Sakusa’s shoulders while he was trying to shake you off with irritation.

You froze, the smile on your face fading, replaced with your mouth opening just slightly in shock. Ennoshita froze, the packet of exercises he was prepared to hand Sakusa slipping out of his fingers as he stood still, falling to the ground in a loud flutter.

“Chi-kun,” you whispered under your breath, your eyes wide and your heart thumping in your chest.

“___...”

You inhaled sharply, and reflexively your arms withdrew from where they rested around Sakusa’s neck, and while Sakusa had made a big deal of resisting your affection, the fact that you stopped so quickly at the sight of another man awakened a different type of discontentment in him.

“Why…” Ennoshita started, but the rest of his sentence died in his throat. Why were you here? Why were you with him? Why did you leave?

Why now?

“I… um… fuck,” you started, then stopped, shame now washing over you as you remembered how cruel you were before and how cruel you were being this very moment. You had no explanation for the fact that you had refused to answer his calls or texts, and barely offered him any type of closure aside from You’re frankly kind of boring, and I’m not sure I want to be with you anymore. 

And to see each other again, right in front of your boyfriend who was quite... particular? This wouldn’t end well. 

You found yourself rushing to leave the room, but suddenly Sakusa’s hand clamped around your wrist as you turned and he pulled hard, almost yanking you back to his side.

“Where are you going, babe?” He asked with a smirk, not looking at you but instead directly at Ennoshita who had in mere moments turned from unwitting ally to absolute enemy. He seemed to shake like paper, and Sakusa could almost read the unwritten history between you all written all over his face, and it made him angry. Maybe even furious.

Had his precious little girl also fucked this guy? Really?

Clearly so, because you never resisted his touch usually, in fact you craved it, and now you were all but worming your way out of his grasp which he kept like iron, obvious panic in your eyes as you pleaded for him to let you leave the room.

“L-let me talk to you in the car,” you half-whispered, half-begged.

“About what?” Sakusa replied coolly, his voice much louder than needed to be. 

The way you looked now to Ennoshita was like a trapped mouse and he could no longer bear it. Why couldn’t Sakusa be gentle with you? Didn’t he know you liked to be treated softly and with care? He had always treated you like you were gold, after all. 

Were you the girlfriend Sakusa complained about every so often? The one who was very sweet but overbearing? The only reason why he showed up to this place session after session after all instead of bearing the discomfort and heading back to the courts as soon as possible?

“P-please let go of her,” Ennoshita eked out in a small voice, keeping his gaze down. “It’s just that s-she and I knew each other from before and… it must be very awkward-”

Sakusa suddenly cut in with a laugh.

“Shut the fuck up. I didn’t ask.”

Ennoshita looked up with shock mirroring your own as you both watched him in surprise. Sakusa let go of your wrist, and you subconsciously rubbed the sting out of the tender skin. He walked across the room, stopping right before Ennoshita who again tensed reflexively, and bent down to pick up the dropped packet.

“This was mine, right?” He confirmed as he rose to his full height, his smile again dark as he looked down towards Ennoshita. Ennoshita nodded slowly, and you could almost hear him swallow hard.

“I’ll just take what’s mine and leave then,” he said, now moving past Ennoshita to grab his jacket. Reaching into his pocket, he replaced his face mask then walking towards you, pulled out a second one to hand to you before gripping your hand firmly again.

“Thanks for all of your help!” His voice stunk of mock cheer. For you, he unwrapped the individually wrapped face mask and dangled it before you by the tips of his fingers.

“I told you to wear these, at least when you’re in the hospital. These people are disgusting.”

And with that, Sakusa walked out hand in hand with you, the love of Ennoshita’s life.

---

“Why did you do that, Kiyoomi?”

You had spent most of the ride back to Kiyoomi’s apartment in silence, but you knew by how tightly Sakusa was gripping the steering wheel and the furrow in his eyebrow that he was probably scowling underneath his face mask the entire time. Any other time you would have reached for his free hand, and maybe he would have scowled about the unnecessary physical contact and asked you if you had sanitized your hands first before begrudgingly accepting your touch, but you would have smiled anyway and gently stroked the palm of your weird, grumpy Omi.

Any other time. But right this very moment, he deserved the opposite of compassion.

Sakusa gave you a very brief, aggravated look, then turned back to the road before him. He scoffed, noticing your pursed lips and the crossed arms over your chest. You were practically as angry as he was, stewing quietly in the passenger seat.

How dare you.

“Oh, did I hurt your ex’s feelings? Is that why you’re upset?”

“Omi…,” you said in a small, yet stern voice.

“Don’t ‘Omi~’ me. He looked at you like you fell out of the sky. Like you were an angel from above. Not like the dirty slut you are-”

“Kiyoomi!” 

He scoffed, gripping the steering wheel even tighter with both hands now.

“Don’t act like you don’t beg me to call you that when you’re bent over and I’m balls deep inside your guts. What’s the difference right now? Aren’t you always my dirty slut? Do you want me to respect you now? Is that what he did? Give you respect? Who the fuck does he think he is?”

The blood was starting to rush to your face and you wanted to scream at him for being an asshole as usual, but you could tell he was only getting more riled up by the second. You bit your lip and held your tongue, ready to unleash the moment he parked. 

But before you could say a single word the second he turned off the ignition, now that you were in the quiet, covered lot outside of his apartment complex, he reached across to your side of the car, all but ripping off the mask on your face (and his). Jerking your chin to his with the tips of his fingers, he smashed your lips to his in a kiss that was so intense, you were sure it contained most if not all the violence he had held back just minutes earlier.

Minutes that felt like seconds passed as his tongue forced itself down your throat and teeth grazed against lips and you lost the ability to breathe and to think and you were mad on whose behalf? 

All that mattered was that you got more from Omi, you wanted more from your Omi, and now you had traversed the car’s console to straddle your Omi in the driver’s seat and you were now grinding against him, and he was now pulling away -

Oh, why was he pulling away?

Breathy pants now parted your swollen, red, wanting lips and your half-lidded eyes took in the lustful eyes staring at your lips and the half-smirk now on his visage, the one that made it obvious that he knew he had already won you over and you were absolutely powerless to him, that you were his.

You paused, your arms draped around his neck, waiting, knowing that if you didn’t stop now to start up again, once you were inside, you’d fuck in the car in this dim garage and who knows who would see you?

“Since I didn’t get to beat his ass, I’m beating your pussy up instead.”

---

You had really moved on.

Now that Ennoshita had seen you in the flesh for the first time in nearly a year, he realized how much he had been holding on to the possibility of ever seeing you again, in a future where he was something other than the boring and safe choice, someone you tolerated but your heart didn’t tremble for.

And to see you with one of Japan’s top aces... Someone who had been better than him for you before you even knew of his existence. It was unbearable to think about.

He continued to stare at the ceiling dejectedly. He’d been crying literally the entire way home from work, and now on top of being sad for the love that never was, he was doubly upset for how freely his tears flowed tonight. The fact that he couldn’t even stand his ground when threatened, that he had even flinched when Sakusa got close (Was he this much of a bitch? Did you see him? No wonder you dropped him.).

He let out a cough as phlegm stuck in his throat and rubbed his eyelids. He had been laying sprawled on his back ever since he came back from work, staring at the ceiling and he was pretty sure his eyes were puffy and red.

Pitiful.

He reached for his phone and considered making a profile on Tinder, his finger hovering over the program in the app store. That would have been the right move. Move on like you had.

Instead he pulled up his photo folders, and settled on his favorite picture of you. One where you were alone and smiling for him, your face tilted just so towards the camera, and happiness crinkling your eyes. He always loved your eyes.

Reaching over his end table for the lone bottle of lotion, he pulled down his underwear with the other hand, freeing his semi-hard cock. Maybe… just maybe if he could think of you as you were when you were his, like in this picture; if he could ignore the fresh memory of you looking at him with regret in your eyes, he could feel you again with him.

---

“O-Omi… Omi! Oh my… fuck, Omi!!”

You reflexively pushed at his face as you squirmed, then trembled then flailed wildly as Sakusa slurped the absolute life out of you, tongue circling and swishing and flicking everywhere from your clit to your vestibule to inside your vagina… In fact, at some point, you were sure he’d bit ever so slightly at your labia and you let out a yelp, only for him to stuff you quiet with two of his fingers, already sopping wet with the juices dripping out of your soaking cunt.

“Suck if you can’t keep your filthy mouth shut,” he scoffed.

You moaned through the taste of his fingers, the taste of yourself. Sakusa had a way of being even meaner in bed that lit a fire inside you; the abrasiveness only seemed to get worse the more horny he got. And yet, you knew right now he was so aggressive because of the mere fact that he loved you and his pride had been shaken just thinking that someone else had once claimed you as theirs. The very fact that, germaphobe as he was, he was so deep in your thighs that parts of his skin shone with your slick was already proof of that.

“You’re moving too much,” he said sternly, his grip tightening around your thighs. You muffled an apology through a full mouth, only to be attacked with a long stroke of the tongue on your core which sent a shockwave through you and had you at a loss for words.

“Is this how you moaned for him?” Sakusa stopped suddenly, his breathy words sending a shiver of cold through your spine as they landed on your moist cunt.

You shook your head frantically.

“Good,” he said as though it were business as usual, rising to drop his pants and let his cock spring free. Even his cock looked angry, tumescent, dusky at the head and at attention, and you could feel your core ache in anticipation already. 

He flipped you like a pancake on the bed, hooking one arm around your midsection (you were already too fucked out just from his fingers and mouth to move yourself unfortunately), and positioned you into a tripod position before lining himself behind your already semi-abused entrance.

“Stay still. I’m going to fuck you like every man you’ve ever had is slamming you all at once, you dirty, dirty girl.”

---

In the dim light of Ennoshita’s bedroom, all that could be heard were soft sobs and the sound of flesh stroking flesh, and soon there were cries of your name and the sobs grew louder and more pained until release which came out as a deep, guttural, desperate groan. He was aching for someone who no longer existed. A you from the past that no longer existed.

The you of the present moaned, sobbed, and convulsed, screaming Kiyoomis, Omis, Oh mys, Oh Gods, I love yous, Don’t stops, Never stops to Sakusa who pounded you relentlessly, slapping every inch of skin on your buttcheek, marking every part of your body with kisses, bites, pulling your hair, closing his fingers around your throat - doing anything and everything that Ennoshita could no longer do. He touched you in ways your ex never could, rough, then eventually soft the moment he finally, eventually, and to your relief, came inside you, coating your clenching walls with hot cum coming out in so many spurts. He unseated himself, and you could feel some volume of him spilling out of you immediately - he had come so much, probably more than he ever had before, and you expected him to immediately disappear to shower, but maybe there was something about his jealousy that made him both harsh and gentle for you today. 

He whispered your name as he lay beside you, his fingers intertwined with yours. He pulled you closer, and your pleasantly exhausted, sweaty, sticky face found its way into the crook of his neck. Your breathing evened, the room was now quiet, but the very air was loaded with the transient echoes of your sinful dance just moments ago.

“I love you.”

Your heart sped up. It was so hard for Sakusa to say something so frank, so honest and so vulnerable, but before you could say you loved him too - oh you knew, you were sure you did - he kept going, and with this he held you tighter:

“I don’t ever want to look at you like I lost everything. No matter what I say, no matter what I do, promise you’ll always love me, and you’ll always be my side. I will do my best to be good to you.”

And that’s when you realized that Sakusa’s greatest fear was Ennoshita’s reality.

[hannahthedragon]

I was talking with my friends about the knew champion, though we all have some mixed opinions the general consensus was we're pretty excited. One thing lead to another in our rambling and I mentioned that why would she make a doll with the royal crest? Was it for her or maybe a child? It was a sad theory but even in the trailer Isolde and Viego are both looking at her stomach. Eitherway struck with inspiration I wrote a fanfic around this idea.

⚠️So major warning!⚠️ This features pregnancy and the death of the carrying mother. Don't read if these are sensitive topics for you!

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Viego sat at the head of a long table, advisors, treasurers and practically everyone else with any authority in the kingdom sat along the sides. They all debated back and forth about what to do next, something about the financial situation of the kingdom, but their king couldn't bother to listen, instead, he sat there with his head resting upon his hand. He dreamt of his queen, his lover, and the only girl who could seem to hold his attention, Isolde. She had been feeling sick lately, was she going to be okay while he was away? How dare this meeting keep him from more important matters, he thought. 

"Your highness." A voice snapped him back to what was happening around him, along with a tap on his shoulder. Kallista, his trusted General was who the hand belonged to, she stood behind him like a shadow whenever his kingly duties were to be fulfilled, being a far larger help than Viego ever was. "What is it you want to do?"

"Whatever you all can come to agree on. It matters not to me." Viego half-heartedly replied.

"You are the king. And this is your kingdom. It does matter to you." The treasurer replied, barely holding back his anger. Luckily however someone else spoke up suggesting a compromise of their plans, taking the heat off Viego for the time being. Finally, after what felt like an excruciatingly long time, the meeting was over, the king being the first to stand and leave. 

Although Kallista followed at first for his protection, he waved her off, requesting to be alone or for better phrasing, alone with his love. She did just that, having other duties she could attend to with the time. Now alone he entered his chambers, he couldn't help but smile at the sight of Isolde. She sat at the end of the bed seeming to be waiting for him, she looked happy, though nervousness filled the cracks in her smile. "Viego… there is something that I need to tell you."

His smile morphed to concern as he shut the door behind him, moving to sit by her side, "what is it my stars?" 

She took a long pause and a deep breath, then spoke, turning to look Viego in the eyes. "We're going to have a child." A warm smile grew on her face, clearly happy about the announcement. 

Viego seemed just as happy, leaning over to wrap his arms around her, kissing her on the neck. "Finally someone to love just as much as you." He whispered in her ear. Finally leaning away getting his joy contained he asked a question. "How can you be sure?" 

"All the signs were there. So I went for testing. All the best they could offer. Every single one said yes. I should have told you sooner but I wanted to be sure."

"The surprise was well worth the wait." He said, unable to stop himself from kissing his love again.

"I'm sure she'll be strong and kind. Just like you." Isolde ran her fingers through Viego's long hair, hoping to see his face better. 

"She?" He raised his brow.

"Yes. Many of the tests pointed to a girl."

"That's lovely. I'm sure she'll be just as beautiful as you are." Isolde could only reply with a light-hearted chuckle at the complaint, something she received from Viego daily. 

"I can't wait to meet her." She smiled looking down at her stomach, still yet to show any sign of a child. 

"She'll have a kingdom when we do." He said looking as well. Despite the arrogance he knew he was not fit to rule, he never was. This was his brother's throne, cast upon him unexpectedly. He didn't know what to do. So he could only hope to raise their daughter to be better. The lovers spent the rest of the night talking about their future, and the future of their child. This had to be the second happiest day of their lives, only beat by the night of their wedding, and just as they did then, the two fell asleep in each other's arms. 

Time passed, though the king, holding little concern for those of his kingdom made no effort to announce the news to the kingdom, word had gone around inside the castle of the Queen's expectancy. Though little of them could be excited with the kingdom's trouble still being front and center, this only serving to distract the king more. Isolde remained blissfully unaware of these issues while Viego actively ignored them. Mutters went around of how this problem might have been avoided if the king had chosen to marry another royalty as they advised, the kingdoms being able to partner and help each other. But his heart was set on the peasant lady he had fallen for at first sight, and no one could deter him. 

Now Isolde sat in her workshop, a small room filled with her many supplies from her days as a seamstress. A hobby she had kept even when ascending upon the throne. It was obvious to anyone close to her she loved her days before belonging to the kingdom, often dressing in surprisingly casual clothes when not among the public. Simple dresses with aprons atop them. All sewn herself. Even Viego couldn't convince her to ease up on this part of herself. Despite having more than enough resources and power, Isolde sat alone in her workshop sewing small garments for her soon to be daughter. Though it was possible the test could be wrong, such a thought never even passed her by. Blinded by the idea of raising a princess with the world ahead of her. Never having to work long tiring nights as she had done before her new life. 

A candlelit up the simple room, as a music box slowly turned on the desk as music, the same she had received as a wedding gift, and treasured since that day. Isolde and Viego dancing to its tune on late nights, twirling endlessly. Having now made enough clothes to last the first year of the child's life at all stages, Isolde had to start making other things for her to fill her excitement. Laying on the table in front of her was a doll. Cute as she could possibly make it. The spitting image of everything Isolde thought of a princess, something she struggled to see herself in. She was almost done, large bright blue yarn hair filling her head, a frilly dress adorning her body, and button eyes smiling towards the sky. She was just finishing the last touches, sewing to it the ribbon brooch she wore with many of her formal outfits. It carried with it the crest of the royal family, a sign that she would be part of theirs. Viego entered the room just as the music came to a slow, the door creaking open to announce him. 

"Hard at work my love?" He asked, laying his hands over her shoulder to look at what she could be making now.  

"Yes. I just want everything to be perfect when she's here." Isolde smiles, brushing his hands off and standing. Bringing the doll across the room to sit on the pile of clothes she had made. 

"You shouldn't have to work so hard, let others do the work for you." 

"I know, I know. But I enjoy this. Really. This is more than I could have ever asked for." Isolde commented, looking over the collection of colorful fabrics she had access to. 

"Just don't tire yourself," Viego advised, stepping behind her once more resting his head on against hers, one hand resting on her stomach, which had now formed a small bump to it. "Come. Rest with me. You can return here another day." 

"Mmh." She nodded in agreement, resting her hand atop Viego's, they were tired and worn from her grip on the needles and scissors she had worked with all day. She blew out the candle and left the dark room by the side of her beloved.

However the day she returned to her workshop didn't come. Instead collecting dust along the shelves of clothing and the doll of the little princess. The kingdom had enough of the king who was casting their land into ruin, attempting to strike him down, they failed, taking Isolde instead. Though the dagger only grazed her arm, the strong poison acted quick. She wasn't quite dead. Not yet. Instead in a state of lasting sleep. This was a twisted hell for Viego, watching his queen's life drain day by day, as he could do nothing about it. He never left her side but commanded everyone who could to search for a cure. He was advised against this, begged to stop as every last resource of the kingdom went into saving her. He didn't care. What was the point of having a kingdom if his queen couldn't rule it by his side? If his daughter wouldn't be here to see it. 

Everything he could do wasn't enough though. Isolde silently passed one night, Viego by her side. He couldn't accept this. Never. He had seen magic before. Even rumors of immortality, something he remembers hearing his uncle ran to pursue. He knew there was still a chance. He grew more hateful by the day, locking himself away with his wife's body. 

Finally, Kallista, his most trusted General had arrived back from her searches. The torment of the situation had made the king come to despise her, the one who deflected the attack to his stars. He would have killed her on sight if not for her news. An island of blessed water, able to heal the queen. Though when she heard the news of the queen's fate she resisted helping, she gave in. Viego carefully lifting Isolde's body, he carried her to the docks, sailing off to their last hope. His last hope for his family and the last hope for Isolde's hard work. 

The rest of the kingdom joined the workshop in collecting dust after that.

[buckyownsmylife]

v e l o c i t y - chapter vii

The one where John’s your true mate, but he doesn’t want you to be his.

In a universe where fate grants you a new mate whenever you lose yours, John has lived quite comfortably for many years with the knowledge that he was alone after Mary. That all comes crumbling down the second that he meets you. How could the universe choose someone so young to be his omega?

for general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.

John’s P.O.V.

I groaned as a new wave of warmth took over my body, prompting me to get rid of my shirt and undershirt. Fucking rut. It’d been years since it was this bad, but I guess the existence of a new mate had my body struggling to control itself.

Just the thought of her had me reaching out for the back of a chair in an effort to keep myself up. I was hardening inside the jeans I was wearing, and she wasn’t even near to justify this reaction. The boys had convinced her to join them for some drinks at the bar, and if I was feeling at least a little better, I’d be with them, making sure she wouldn’t just end up in the claws of some random Alpha… even if it was stupidly egoistic of me.

I knew she had every right to search for what I wasn’t willing to give her, but I still struggled to accept it on a biological level. My instincts were constantly calling out to her, wanting to bend her body over the nearest surface and just take…

… what I didn’t have any right to own. God, this was awful. I was being awful, and I knew it. But still, especially right now, with my alpha impulses threatening to take over me, all I wanted was her. More than desire, I needed her. And as that urgency became more pressing, I found myself reaching out for my nightstand, my rough hands easily finding the soft fabric I had hidden here for a time like this.

“This should help,” I thought to myself before I unzipped my jeans and took a seat on the only chair in the room, staring at my bed with her panties curled around my hand as I imagined her there. “Why do you have to be so goddamn intoxicating?” I groaned out loud, instinctively raising the fabric to my nose and breathing her in. I still could barely believe that I’d had my fingers inside of her, swirling in her wetness, making her drip between her thighs.

Just the thought of it made my mouth water.

I was so lost in the sensation of her still dampened fabric against my member, my eyes closed as I breathed through my mouth in an effort to imagine her here, I didn’t realize her scent was becoming stronger. I didn’t realize it until my door slammed open.

“Oh… Oh my God!” She whispered, eyes taking in the entire situation - my nude body, her underwear on my fist, as it was curled around my cock, the scent of my rut drenching the bedroom,  I was certain. 

“Come here,” I ordered, my voice hoarse and my eyes barely open as the smell of her own state took over me. “Strip.” She did so without any hesitation, walking into the room and closing the door behind her before getting out of her short shorts and top, her nipples hardening in the humid air of the room. “Not wearing any underwear,” I mocked, only to see her eyebrows raise high as she stared at the panties in my hand.

“Seems like a good opportunity to remind you that you never gave those back to me.” It made me chuckle, her still persisting innocence, but I shut her down quickly.

“And I never will. Now shut up and lay down on the bed.” I knew I was being harsh, but it was taking every single bit of my control not to snap and just take her. This was the best I could do, especially seeing her bare before my eyes for the first time.

She looked behind her to check on the bed before turning back to me as if confirming that was what I really wanted. I knew where she was coming from - beds for omegas were almost sacred, the place where they built their nest and that brought them the biggest sense of safety and comfort - but my need to have her there was growing each second she hesitated.

“Go,” I ordered, nodding once as I watched her take a seat on the soft mattress, body in front of mine. “Spread those legs for me.” Her eyes trailed down my body as she abided by my wishes, exposing her wet folds to my hungry gaze. God, she looked delicious. I wanted nothing more than to kneel before her and lap every single drop of her sweetness.

I could still remember the way she tasted. More delicious than anything I’d ever had the pleasure of trying. I knew I’d never forget it, but right at that moment, with her scent taking over my room, the thought of ever coming even close to forgetting her and her arousal was nothing short of ludicrous.

I squeezed my member right as it started throbbing in my fist from the lack of attention. She seemed hypnotized by it, and I licked my lips at the prospect of her being as fascinated by the thought of my knot as I was about her and her little cunt.

“Tell me what you’d like me to do to you,” I demanded, absolutely transfixed by the sight of her playing with herself on top of my bed.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

It felt right, being there with John, baring my body and soul to him in such an intimate way. There was not an inch of me that felt embarrassed or intimidated by my nudity under his transfixed stare. If anything, it made me even more aroused.

“I want you to fuck my mouth,” I admitted before I could even realize what had escaped my lips. John’s smirk didn’t leave me much room for self-doubt, though. It was clear this was exactly what he wanted, me in my most vulnerable state, revealing my deepest desires to him.

“Oh, yeah? You’d like that?” The sight of him licking his lips was incredibly erotic in all of its simplicity, and I threw my head back, exposing my neck as I fucked myself faster.

“Fuck yes. I want to choke on your cock. I want you to leave me a whiney, spitting mess.” A low rumble reverberated in the room, undoubtedly coming from his exposed chest as he looked ready to pounce on me.

“Oh, don’t doubt it for a second that I would. What else?” The roughness in his voice had me whining as more juices covered my fingers, and I had to bite my lip as I saw his thighs clench.

“Want you to fuck me,” I added, words coming harder and harder as I fucked myself in front of him. “Want you to stuff me with your cock until I can’t walk anymore. Want you to be the only thing I remember… The only thing…” My legs started to shake as I cried out, interrupting myself as I struggled with my orgasm.

“God, you’re such a fucking tease.” His voice pierced through the cloud of pleasure I was currently riding, still stuck between wanting to cum and wanting to prolong this feeling as much as possible. “Even on my bed, completely naked, with your little fingers inside that wet fucking pussy, you’re still nothing but a needy brat.”

The words had me moaning out loud, and I was sure I’d be thinking about why later. Right then though, there was no way in hell any rational thought could be held in my aroused state of mind. I was practically humping my own digits as he commanded, “Let go for me, c’mon. Cum all over those fingers.”

It was automatic. Just as soon as his words were out, I felt myself clenching, the room suddenly spinning from the force of my orgasm. I was sure it never came close to the one he could give me if he were to fuck me right then and there.

“Yeah, just like that… Now tell me, little brat… How would you like me to fuck you? Would you want me to be slow and passionate?” His words were mocking, but I was too out of it to notice. I’d stopped moving as I waited for my sensitivity to calm down, but he didn’t like that. “Keep fucking yourself.” He didn’t need to use his Alpha voice to have me instantly obeying him. “Now tell me.”

“I… I’d want you to be rough.” A growl escaped him from my admission, and it had me whimpering in return. God, I wanted nothing more than for him to have his way with me, turn me around, and take me on my hands and knees until I was begging him to stop.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” And that was how I realized I’d been voicing my deepest desires out loud. I was close to cumming again, but contrary to the time he touched me, tonight he seemed to want me to cum as many times as possible. “I’d have to use my fingers to stretch you open. There’s no way I’d be able to fit my knot without fucking you open before.”

Just his words were enough to have me reaching another orgasm, and I closed my eyes to relish it as another satisfied gasp escaped my lips. A groan pierced through my hazy mind, along with another order, “I know you can get louder. Fuck yourself faster, fucking scream for me.”

And just like that, he was able to coax yet another orgasm out of me. Or maybe it was the same one, I couldn’t tell anymore. I felt like I was drunk, just on the atmosphere of the room, the smell of sex, and the way my own juices ran down my thighs…

“Yes, that’s it… Soak my sheets, real nice…” His words had me clenching around my digits every single time. “Yes… such a good girl for me…” I watched him fist himself, his jerking motions faster and faster as he watched me come apart over and over again right before his eyes.

One thing was sure, he’d be smelling me for days. The way I drenched his bed would certainly have him surrounded by me for the remainder of his rut, and just the thought of him laying down on it had me going crazy. 

But nothing could compare to the sight before my eyes, the way he threw his head back and closed his own eyes as his fist got even quicker before stopping altogether, his body becoming covered in his own release. 

My mouth watered at the sight. I wanted to crawl to him and lick him all over, maybe even wrap my lips around the head of his dick and suck it until I made him moan my name out loud.

“I keep wondering what your lips taste like…” His voice broke me out of my thoughts, and I noticed his own gaze was stuck on the apex of my thighs. “Both pairs.” There was silence then, a heavy, sexually-tense silence that had my entire body buzzing with excitement.

Was this it? Would he finally take me and make me his?

“Get out of my bed.” His next words, the cold tone in which they were uttered made my head snap up to meet his gaze. Contrary to what it was just seconds before, it was empty and detached, like he wasn’t even seeing me anymore.

“What?” I asked, still paralyzed from the whirlwind of emotions.

“Out. Get out of my bed. Go to your room and lock the door. Now.” I waited a few more seconds to see if he would change his mind yet again, but as he avoided my eyes and stood up to go to his bathroom without as much as glancing at me, my decision was made.

I needed to get the hell out of there.

[curiosity-killed]

hua cheng, the accidental person

okay this is for @bodhimcbodeface because i can’t shut up and make this concise enough for discord. spoilers ahead yeehaw

this is...not comprehensive. i’ve written 11 tgcf fics and am generally a bit fixated on Hua Cheng as a character so. there’s definitely things missing but i tried to hit the main points that i thought of while writing? also obviously this is just my interpretation! i do not expect anyone else to be like “ah yes curio the sage is so correct i have changed my thinking on this” like go live your life with your own versions of hua cheng! this is just the hill upon which i have firmly planted myself and from which i refuse to be budged. as u do.

anyway, LONG explanation of my very niche and very uh self-indulgent, not-necessarily-support-by-canon hua cheng apologism LMAO

tl;dr: (this is really Too Long i’m sorry) I think Hua Cheng reluctantly becomes a person during his 800 years of searching, starting from a point where he views Xie Lian not as a person but as an immutable god and focus of devotion and developing into a person who doesn’t really acknowledge that he’s a person because realizing that you want to live and do things for yourself is scary and overwhelming at times, and he ultimately falls in love with Xie Lian during the novel itself as he recognizes and is in wonder of the humanity of Xie Lian instead of his divinity or absolute judgment.

POINT 1: Hua Cheng doesn’t actually fall in love with Xie Lian till the ox cart

but curio! you say, “my beloved!” he calls him his beloved! and the land of tender!!

shhh. IMO Hua Cheng is more Wuming than Hua Cheng for those 800 years. By which I mean, for most of that time he’s, at his heart, a nameless soldier trying to find and serve his crown prince/general/god. He still views Xie Lian as this perfect and immaculate figure—a sculpture, a painting, a work of art that is untouchable and immutable. And he’s utterly and wholly devoted to that figure but devotion is not the same as love

So Hua Cheng is searching and trying to serve Dianxia all these years and then His Royal Highness finally ascends and is a god again and Hua Cheng shows up in all his glory to give this power and strength and wealth to serve him and—

and he’s met not by a powerful and reckless martial god or an unstoppable calamity but by a young man dressed in bridal robes who lets Hua Cheng lead him up a darkened mountain, who doesn’t lash out with spiritual energy or a sword but instead, only eventually, with the cursed bandage he was carrying back in the darkest part of his life.

and i think that throws hua cheng. like he’s had this image of his god all these years, this divine painting made over and over and over again—and he carries that belief and devotion with him, but there’s a crack in the sculpture and the stone is starting to flake off to reveal a human underneath it

so he puts on an approachable, malleable, unassuming skin and finds xie lian collecting scraps and being a lil awkward, a lil bumbling, generous and kind — and i think hua cheng, after 800 years of knowing everything, having everything — I think he looks at this discovery with wonder

Bc tbc this does not mean Hua Cheng views them as equals. For him it’s like, dianxia has even more to him, is even more than I knew. He’s seen Xie Lian as the flower crowned martial god in all his glory and as the white-clothed calamity in all his horror — and now here he is, wonderful, multitudinous, and human

Meanwhile I don’t think Hua Cheng even views himself as a person really, much less a human.

also i mean. the internet & allo ppl prove time and time again that you don’t need love for horniness so. land of tender’s right out as proof on that

POINT 2: The Live For Me thing

so obviously and undeniably, using one person as a reason for living is....not healthy. Not going to argue that. but my take on it personally is that, when Hua Cheng’s a kid who really, actively wants to die and sees no reason for living, Xie Lian gives him a reason to keep going. he doesn’t have to live for himself—that’s too much, that’s too big of an ask—but he’s been given a command and purpose by the one person who’s been kind to him/whom he respects. it’s a little like... “My life has no meaning but my cat needs me to feed him and clean his litterbox and so I need to keep getting up and taking care of him even if I don’t see a larger intrinsic purpose to my life.”

and i think like...it’s easy to forget that for all of books 2 & 4, Hua Cheng is young. He doesn’t live past 18—he’s still like...a kid. And that’s not to say that teenagers/young adults can’t make moral and rational decisions but I’m going to be honest, when I was that age I contemplated joining the Air Force because of tuition assistance and the snazzy uniform despite the fact that I was a vocal pacifist and repeatedly got into arguments with teachers about school rules and conservative politics. It’s not like. The Most Rational and Mature Age, lbr. 

so Wuming is absolutely capable of looking at what Xie Lian is doing and being like “hey maybe war crimes aren’t a great idea” but he is young and traumatized and the one person he believes in, the one person who gave him a reason to keep going, is deadset on this task which tbh I don’t think either of them (or...necessarily...the society in which they live) views as war crimes in the modern sense (which isn’t to say that we as readers should view it any more lightly bc i think the narrative directly and firmly contradicts that idea) but as revenge, as an eye-for-an-eye. so, bad, but character-wise, I think it’s more nuanced than we sometimes consider

anyway back to the fixation on xie lian. i stand by the assertion that in those 800 years, hua cheng wasn’t exclusively focused on xie lian. like was finding and serving him his top priority? oh god yes. undeniably. there is no other version of this story. BUT eight hundred years is like....a lot of time. and i think in that time he started doing things for himself, even if under the guise of serving xie lian. hua cheng is curious and adventurous—he clearly likes to learn even if he plays it off as nbd—and i think he starts to realize that about himself in those centuries even if he doesn’t allow himself to acknowledge or consider it. 

POINT 3: Mt. Tong’lu in General

“okay, sure but what about the thousands of sculptures and murals of xie lian, curio. what the fuck about them.”

Yeah. FINE. okay we will DEAL with this. dealing with this is the entire reason i wrote “(like i do) in the tall grass.” 

disclaimer: this is probably not supported by canon! i also. Do Not care. My Ghost King Now.

so I have two general avenues I take with this:

going back to the devotion > love — when Hua Cheng reaches MTL, he’s seen xie lian beaten and cast down. what do gods need to survive? worship! we see throughout how important divine statues/portraits/etc. are throughout canon. in this interpretation, the cave is a concentration of all that worship in an effort to support and serve xie lian and hua cheng doesn’t view himself like...as part of it. the sculptures could have been carved by any hand so long as they are xie lian and the worship and devotion that goes into their making can support and bolster him.

my personal favorite version: amNESIA IN THE CAVES —okay i don’t have the text pulled up rn but y’know how Guoshi says Hua Cheng was almost dispersed, in terrible condition, etc., when he reached Mt. Tong’lu. so if baby boy is in terrible condition, barely hanging on, etc., then my immediate favorite option is that he doesn’t, at that time, have even the...uh threadbare sense of self he did in life/as Wuming and is running on only a vague and urgent sense of Something driving him—something he has to do, someone he has to serve—and in that case, the paintings and sculptures are part of his trying to piece together and process his memories as he can grasp them and figuring out who he is/what his purpose is. Is this canonical? PROBABLY NOT. and yet here i am. firmly planted on this hill

Also w/ MTL I think a thing that’s often skated over is the mortals, creation of E’ming, and his ascension. Which is important from a meta lens of Hua Cheng and Xie Lian vs Jun Wu but that’s not the point of this rambling monstrosity and i’m trying not to get too distracted. ANYWAY I think this is one of those times when Hua Cheng does something that he would probably excuse as like “well His Highness would’ve wanted me to” or “His Highness wouldn’t have been willing to sacrifice the mortals” because Xie Lian is still largely his moral compass—but it also is a peek at the complexity Hua Cheng doesn’t acknowledge within himself.

uh i got distracted anyway and no longer know what point i was making here. Hua Cheng Ascension Important....maybe i will remember this at some other point...

POINT 4: Live For Me (Revisited)

I sort of got distracted writing that point but anyway coming back to it now: I maintain that although Hua Cheng’s primary pursuit is protecting and serving Xie Lian he also does develop/realize his Accidental Personhood throughout his 800 years. this includes a lot of things, as previously stated, that are under the guise of serving Xie Lian (I’d put learning the Banyue tongue, finding out about the Gilded Banquet, collecting swords, beating the 33 officials etc., in this category) and things that maybe could be but...are not really (e.g., his friendship alliance with He Xuan, Paradise Manor* in general, the Gambling Den, learning the Wuyong tongue, bullying Qi Rong*, bullying FengQing*, playing with gold foil palaces, etc.)

(*these are ones that like...could be said to be for Xie Lian and I think he might say are for Xie Lian but also have a personal element that is just for him. 

Like yes Paradise Manor is a lavish and well-stocked residence fit for a god or crown prince...but it’s also a luxurious and extravagant collection of all the things he couldn’t have in life. it’s like giving a kid a credit card with no limit and letting them run wild through uh. Fuck. A Fancy Department Store. 

And sure Qi Rong was awful and turned on Xie Lian in pretty damning ways, but I also genuinely think part of Hua Cheng’s grudge with him is from the childhood abuse and from just...hatred that Qi Rong is around and looks like Xie Lian and gets to be there when Hua Cheng can’t find Xie Lian (which is about  Xie Lian but for Hua Cheng). 

Similarly with FengQing, sure a lot of his hate is for them abandoning Xie Lian—but he doesn’t even know till Book 3 when they abandoned him, and consider how much more he hates Mu Qing, the guy he blames for kicking him out of the army, etc. Some of it is totally “in service” to Xie Lian but some of it is because Hua Cheng carries a grudge like a goddamn pro and finds catharsis in beating the shit out of immortals who bounce back and can’t stop tripping over themselves and onto his blade.)

[yusuke96universe]

Underappreciated Dragon Ball Character: The Crane Hermit's Story

The Crane Hermit is introduced as a very one-dimensional mustache twirling bad guy who quickly faded into obscurity, but after digging into his history and connecting the dots, I found him to be a rare 3 Dimensional villain from classic Dragon Ball.

I mean the dude starts out as a rich snob, humbles himself while befriending his one time enemy and forges a brotherhood with other martial artists under the same dojo. He even is so loyal and brave to the point of fighting alongside his brothers in arms to the bitter end against a horde of Demons. To top it all off, he was even willing to do it again when suggesting they come back and try to defeat King Piccolo again right after barely surviving their first encounter with him. This is very much in tune to what many noble members of the Dragon Team would do, meaning at one point, Crane was a redeemed villain like half the Dragon Ball cast, but willingly CHOSE to return to his old evil ways.

And this only happened after his master gave up the fight which turned his heart away from the light, as if GOODNESS itself betrayed him and/or the lure of the evil King Piccolo's power could've swayed him to be the self-serving man he is today. I would love to explore that side to him because there has to be something still awesome about him for Tien to have held such high respect for him

This is the story that I pieced together from watching a string Crane Hermit related episodes.

He is first introduced in Roshi's picture book as Roshi's good friend and owner of Inoshikacho with early designs before they shaved their heads and started wearing their master's uniform, like in the flashback of them fighting against King Piccolo. Those designs are used two more times, when Roshi climbed Korin's Tower and trained for 3 years gaining the power pole and Nimbus, so they must've looked like that for a few years at least. We get more details on their lives when Mr. Popo sends Goku to the past and meets a sort of cowardly or at least less confident Roshi, we know that this is more of a simulation of the past because this is basically used again for the humans to fight some weak Saiyans in early Z, so the events of Roshi and Crane starting out as romantic rivals in their teens and Crane's highly inflated attitude without any strength yet to combat Kid Goku implies that he came from a wealthy upbringing like a lot of similar people in old Kung Fu movies. You put these together and you got a very interesting character Here is how I rationalize it-

Roshi and Crane's bickering/ fighting over a girl likely got them disciplined hard by their mutually shared master, Mutaito. (Whom they both respected and studied under) Young Crane respected enough to restart his training over from scratch rather than being expelled during the Kid Goku goes to the past episode, so the probability that this would once again apply to a young Crane and possibly young Roshi in this new context seems pretty high. The punishments was probably super harsh and severe, probably was too much for Crane's flunkies to bare and they quit early, but NOT Roshi or Crane. They both are WAY, WAY too stubborn to quit early. Plus the thought of not wanting to be outdone by the other is what probably aided in pushing themselves past their limits throughout the harsh punishments and the intensive training.

So now it's basically two teenagers, one from a humble background and the other from a privileged background. Both with a lot of beef. Now stuck together alone. So while they're busy being bickering and competing, perhaps that girl they both were interested in, Fanfan, found herself a boyfriend in the meantime, leaving both of them heartbroken.

Now, since they are in the same boat together, they can start relating and bonding with one another as teenage punks do. Talking about mistreated they are, how unfair things, mostly complaining and roasting one another, etc. But the important thing is, they put their differences aside to overcome the challenges in front of them and this newfound bond leads them to becoming best friends.

The rivalry while healthier becomes stronger with time though because they're young and brash so Roshi goes to Korin's Tower at some point for bragging rights and Crane probably did something equally outrageous in an attempt to one up him, like maybe he won a Martial Arts Tournament or completed some grand trial of their dojo or something.

After being studying together for many years, they shave their heads and join the other students in wearing the formal uniforms of their master, so this is likely the peak of their disciplined lifestyle as Martial Artists.

Eventually this school made a stand and fought to the last man against Demons that terrorized and devastated entire cities and destroyed armies, harming countless innocents in the process. So in order to face such a threat implies a strong brotherhood and loyalty within the group.

Also the effect of his master giving up the fight being one of the factors for his turn toward evil implied that the Crane had great respect for him and that was the greatest disappointment of his life, plus the allure of power that King Piccolo showed must've been too tempting for him to resist so he left the losing side and returned to a lifestyle similar to his origin, using his skills in service of his own self and living it up in a lavish style (as shown in how much of a big spender he is and comparing his hotel room to the Turtle School's). In doing so, he purposely pushed away all the great teaching his Master had taught him, deeming them as weak or worthless for what he believed to being truly strong in his own distorted mind. He desperately needed someone like his Master to correct his misconceptions, and maybe at one time Roshi tried to, but failed because Crane closed off his heart to his once best friend (kind of like Gintoki and Takasugi frrom Gintama) who exemplifies everything he now hates and stands against.

Though some lessons still stuck, like loyalty, specifically to his brother Tao. Which is his prime motivation in the 22nd tournament was to avenge his brother and he even lamented on how they never patched things up so he tried getting justice for him instead of blaming himself. Dodging accountability, but accepting responsibility. Proving maybe even he is not too far gone, if he felt their was even a point to change.

But that doesn't mean he was the nicest brother. His pride and jealousy couldn't stand the idea that his brother was far more naturally gifted than him and so he attempted to sever one of the few remaining bonds he has in his long life of losses, with his own hand because of his own inferiority complex.

He allowed his greed, anger, pride, and jealousy blind him to what would've been his greatest legacy as a Master of Martial Arts. His students. The most well known are Tien and Chiaotzu. Who he long since failed to guide them to the righteous path which led them pass the point of no return. Tien and Chiaotzu were one in a million prodigies that he wanted to turn into a mere weapons at his command. To make matters worse, these self-centered, cruel and down right malicious teaching actively corrupted Tien's nature and forever shut his Third eye's truest abilities. So he didn't nurture his disciple like he was completely capable of, instead, he actively/incompetently crippled his number 1 student forever preventing him from reaching his full potential by stealing his birthright. Truly failing as a Master.

He makes one last appearance in the 23rd Tournament feeling betrayed and wronged, but leaves as a coward. It is such a shame to see what once was a great man, how far he had fallen.

His Death. Toriyama mentioned that he and his brother Tao Pai Pai got in over their heads and died somewhere in the middle of Z off-screen. In-spite of all of his gifts, he utterly failed as a Master by actively trying to spite everything his Master taught him and what did all of his efforts and years of experiences gift him with? An inconsequential death that will not be remembered, which is heartbreaking for a man who was once and could've forever remained as great as the fan-favorite Master Roshi. It is a shame because unlike his teacher, he never redeemed himself, not even in death. What could've been a Legend, instead turned into a Cautionary Tale.

Honestly, it is such a shame that this character wasn't utilized more. I've got a few more Crane Hermit related headcannons, some from when he was younger, some of how he could've been used after the 22nd Martial Arts Tournament, like a role in the King Piccolo Saga since that is so closely tied to his past, watching his continual, but strained relationship with his students, etc.

[thicctails]

Summer of Whump Day 10 [Camping/Trapped]

Hhhhh I am so behIND SCHEDULE

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 Omega shifted on her pile of blankets, trying to get comfortable. Pillow’s quiet snores were all she heard as she stared tiredly into the darkness. Her salamander friend hadn’t stopped growing, and he was beginning to take up quite a bit of space. He was more of a “Bed” than a Pillow at this point. His large tail swung around as he dreamed, the appendage catching her in the side. She let out a quiet cough, pushing the heavy tail off of herself. Enough was enough. She obviously wasn’t going to be getting any sleep like this.

 Grabbing her favourite datapad, she jumped down onto the floor, not worrying about the slight noise that came as a result. Almost everyone was out gathering needed supplies, leaving Wrecker as her sole guardian for the night. Wrecker was, as usual, trying to sleep off his headache. Omega wandered throughout the ship, eventually deciding to curl up in the pilot’s seat to read. The seat dwarfed her, and it still amazed her that, someday, it wouldn’t seem so big.

 The datapad’s gentle glow was soothing, but the story it held wasn’t all that long. It was a children’s story about a little Porg that was different from his other siblings. She loved this story, because at the end the little Porg found a family that loved him, even if he looked different. After she’d reread it a few times, Omega set the datapad down and stared out of the windshield. The night brought a sense of calm to the planet they had been staying on for the past week, and as much as she loved the energetic hustle and bustle of the marketplace during the day, a break was always nice.

 Her eyes widened as she spotted something that she’d never seen before. A blink of light appeared before her, just outside the protection of the windshield. They glowed for a moment, then faded, then appeared again. Omega sits there, watching the lights in wonderment. Then, one lands on the glass, and she sees that it’s a bug that’s glowing.

 “Whoa.” Omega breathes.

 She wants to see the fascinating bugs up close, so she opened the Havoc Marauder’s door and steps out into the warm night air. She walked around to the front of the ship, staring in delight as the blinking insects flit around her. One lands on Omega’s nose, blinking every few seconds.

 The young girl giggled, the light shining in her large brown eyes. The insect slowly lifted off, its tiny wings buzzing slightly. Omega followed after it, wanting to see where the little bug was going.

   The glowing animal led her beyond the ship, and more and more bugs joined them as they neared an open field. Nocturnal flowers bloomed under the combined glow of three moons, and unseen animals chirped in the trees. Omega ran her hand along the tall, soft grass, feeling the dew that had formed. A frog jumped out of the grass, its bulbous throat expanding as it croaked. Omega, who had only ever seen the animal in datapads, crouched down and stared in awe at the smooth amphibian. The frog croaked again, hopping into the grass again. She followed it, hopping as it had. She giggled as she jumped up and down, her head popping up above the grass every few seconds.

 Suddenly, her foot slipped, and Omega yelped as she began to tumble downwards. Rocks and roots scratched up her skin, and to top it all off, she hit something hard once she reached the bottom of whatever ditch she’d fallen into. Coughing, she rolled onto her side, wincing when she felt her shoulder scream in protest. Biting her lip, she used her legs to maneuver herself into a sitting position. Now that she was no longer face down in the dirt, she blinked, taking in her surroundings. Within seconds, she spotted something white laying in the dirt. Confused, she peered at it, leaning forward. It looked like…

 She gasped, scrambling back.

 That was clone trooper armor.

 Panicked, she pressed herself against the side of the ditch. She tried to get to her feet, but a sharp pain in her lower back had her sliding back down. Her breaths came in shallow pants as she curled up into a ball, hoping beyond hope that her lack of movement might save her life.

 A long, tense moment passed, but the clone trooper showed no sign of movement. Afraid, but curious now, Omega crept forward, her body shivering in pain as she moved. Now that she was closer, she could see that, like the armor of the Bad Batch, there were stripes of colour on this clone’s armor. Lines of blue decorated the scuffed white suit, and she found herself reaching out  to touch them. The paint was chipped in some areas, and she could feel scratches in the armor. Whoever this was, they’d been around for a while.

 She paused for a moment, trying to sense with the Force what exactly she was dealing with here. No buzz of danger had appeared, and she actually felt a pleasant, warm feeling in her chest. This person, it seemed, was not unknown to the Force, and it seemed to like him. Deciding to take the risk, she used her good arm to remove the clone’s helmet. She needed to find out why he had collapsed here, and to check if he was even alive. Breathing could be hard to see under plastoid.

 She was surprised to see that the man’s hair was blonde like hers, and she wondered what gene had been modified in the two of them to give them both the unique hair colour. Placing the helmet aside with care, she saw a small prick of dried blood on the clone’s neck. Had he been shot with something?

 Omega pressed two fingers to the man’s throat, holding her breath as she waited. There was a good chance that she was touching a corpse right now, and that idea didn’t sit right with her.

 Lub dub… lub dub…

 Oh good. Not touching a corpse.

 Exhaling in relief, Omega sat back down, hissing as the pain in her lower back started up again. As much as she liked the high level of movement her normal clothes gave her, perhaps she should start looking into ways of making herself a suit of armor. With all the trouble she got into, it might be worth the effort.

 The nighttime animals sung all around her, and despite her less than awesome situation, she smiled. She wasn’t alone, and she wasn’t in total silence, two things she was very grateful for, even if her company was a stranger who could, at any given time, wake up and decide to kill her.

 Actually, maybe she should take his blaster.

 Just as she started to reach over, a sound made her freeze. Something had just stepped on a stick.

 Moving into a crouch, Omega peered upwards towards the ditch’s ridge. The tall grass swayed, obscuring her sight. She kept staring, sure that she had heard something. However, when nothing appeared, she looked away, easing herself back down into a sitting position, rubbing at her sore shoulder. Distracted by her pain, she failed to notice the growing buzz at the back of her mind. Until, of course, it became a screaming alarm bell that was yelling “LOOK OUT, MORON!”

 Omega’s head snapped up as a snarl shattered the night’s calm existence. She flinched back as a lithe figure leapt down into the ditch. It looked like a long Loth Cat, bigger in size and sporting a thin, spine-covered tail. The animal stared at Omega, it’s large, silver eyes making her tense up in fear. It considered her for a moment, then turned towards the downed clone. It opened its mouth, saliva dripping down its fangs.

 “Oh no you don’t. You’re not eating him!” Omega yelled, grabbing a nearby rock and throwing it at the cat. The feline hissed, jumping back. It growled at Omega, its tail flicking back and forth.

 The command to get back passed through her head, and she listened to the instinct. Her body made its displeasure known as she threw herself away from the animal, landing on her back as a spray of quills embedded themselves into the dirt. The pain stunned her for only a moment, but it was for longer than she could afford. A weight appeared on her chest, pressing down on her collarbone. Curved claws pricked her skin, causing beads of blood to seep into her shirt.

 Omega yelped, trying to kick the cat off with her good leg, but the animal simply scratched the limb with a hind paw, slicing the skin of her knee open. Tears pricked at her eyes as adrenaline kicked in, her body going into panic mode. Her brain shoved the memory of one of Hunter’s lessons into her immediate thoughts, and she swung her fist up towards the cat’s face, trying to catch it in the eye. She managed to land a hit, and the animal screeched in pain. Its head jerked back, and she punched it again, this time in the throat.

 The large feline fell back, allowing a bleeding Omega to put some distance in between them. Her body shook as she tried to figure out what to do. She didn’t have much time; the animal was already rolling back onto its paws. She reached out, trying to connect with the Force. If she really did have a connection with it, than she should be able to do something!

 A feeling of strength and power rippled through Omega suddenly, settling in the palms of her hands. It felt as though she could grab anything within a few feet of her, although she wasn’t quite sure how. However, she didn’t have a chance to try, as the cat was now coming at her again, claws unsheathed and fangs bared. Terrified and out of options, she focused on the cat, closed her eyes, and swung her hand to the side as hard as she could.

 The animal yowled in shock, flying into the wall of the ditch. Stunned, and now feeling tired, Omega stared at the animal, her eyes wide. She… she had done it! She’d used the Force!

 The cat shook its head, whipping around to snarl at Omega. The girl’s excitement disappeared. Apparently, she hadn’t used it well enough to dissuade the predator. Omega shrunk back, too hurt and tired and scared to think of another plan. The feline dropped down, its eyes locking onto her as it pounced forward, jaws open wide. Omega shut her eyes and covered her face with the arm she could still use, awaiting the attack.

 …

 But it never came.

 Instead, the sound of a blaster being fired made her open her eyes and lower her arm. The cat was on its side, unmoving but still breathing. She looked to her left, and there was the clone, holstering his blaster. She felt relief wash over her when, upon noticing her, the man didn’t move to shoot her too.

 “Are you alright, little ‘un?” His voice sounded groggy, like he’d just woken up from a nap.

 Omega nodded, not sure she could do much else.

 The clone stared at her, his head tilting slightly. He blinked, like he wasn’t sure if he was seeing things right.

 “I’ve seen a lot of clones in my lifetime, but never one that looked like you.” He smiled at her, before looking around cautiously. “Where did you come from? Are you runnin’ from the Empire too?”

 “I-I am, but we’re not in any danger right now!” She said, stuttering a bit. Her pounding heart was making speech difficult. “I’m here with my family.”

 “Family?” The man asked.

 Omega’s cheeks turned a bit pink in embarrassment. “S-sorry! I meant my squad, not family...” She trailed off a bit at the end. Were they a family? Echo, Hunter, Wrecker, and Tech were all brothers, but she was something different, a clone that was even more different than they were. What was she to them?

 “Your squad? What’s your squad number?” The other clone, who was getting to his feet, offered her a hand as he stood. She took it, not minding when he supported her with a second hand when her legs wobbled. The adrenaline was beginning to wear off, and she was starting to feel exhaustion seep into her muscles.

 “Omega! Omega, where are you?!”

 Omega looked up, a smile coming onto her face.

 “Wrecker!” She yelled back.

 “Wrecker? Wait…” The other clone seemed to come to a realization just as Wrecker appeared at the edge of the ditch. The enhanced clone tensed at the sight of someone holding Omega, before he realized who exactly he was looking at.

 “Rex!” He cried, his face lighting up.

 Omega felt Rex laugh, and she turned to look at him. The blonde was smiling and shaking his head.

 “Of course.” He said, looking at Wrecker with a grin. “Of course it’s you crazy bastards.”

 “You know him?” Omega asked, not really sure who she was directing the question to.

 “Oh, for sure! Rex is an old friend of ours!” Wrecker said. “Now get up here so I can hug ‘ya!”

 “I would, but this little one is hurt. I doubt she can climb out on her own.” Rex said, letting Omega lean on him. Side by side, they almost looked like they were a father and daughter.

 “Oh kriff!” Wrecker cursed, just now noticing the bruises and cuts. “Hunter’s gonna kill me- what happened?!”

 “A cat tried to eat Rex, but I distracted it.” Omega said, finding it hard to stay upright. “Then it tried to eat me.”

 “While I’m not glad you got hurt, I must thank you for keeping that thing off me. You’re a very brave and very strong girl, Omega. Those Quill Prowlers are quite scary. I’m surprised you didn’t get hi-!” Rex cut himself off, looking down at Omega’s boots. “Oh dear.”

 “What?” Omega and Wrecker asked at the same time. Omega looked down.

 There was a quill sticking out of her boot.

 “Oh.” She said, before promptly passing out.

[ladyreapermc]

Fic: Thank you kindly, sir part 2 (Keanu x (f)Reader)

Summary: AU. After your failed audition, you head to Keanu’s auto shop so he can fulfill his promise.

A/N: This a follow up to this work and since I’m drawing blanks on new titles, I’m keeping the same. LOL. Also, I decided to write with a plus size, latina reader in mind because I don’t think I ever read a story with that combo and my brain decided that was the way to go!

Wordcount: 1,8k

Warnings: smut (rough, unprotected sex; degradation kink; spanking and choking)

You weren’t even that surprised at how much of a mess the audition ended being. You had barely any time to prepare and you knew the second you stepped inside the room that the director didn’t like what he saw. Maybe it was the fact that you were a Latina woman with actual curves, unlike all the other candidates who were paler than glowsticks and just as thin.

Whatever it was, you could see in his eyes that he wasn’t pleased and it was enough to make you self-conscious and caught up in your head. You stumbled over the text twice and before you could even have a chance to apologize and ask for another try, he was cutting you off with a thank you and a promise of a call you knew it would never come.

With a sigh, you rolled up your script and stepped out of the room, dejected and depressed, wanting nothing more than to gorge yourself and a greasy burger and enough milkshake drown sorrows.

Instead, you chew on the protein bar you kept on your glove compartment and that tasted like cardboard since you couldn’t exactly afford to spend too much money. Not when you have to gave have your piece of shit car fixed. So while you chewed on the tasteless snack, you googled the address for Keanu’s auto shop. If you couldn’t eat away your sadness, maybe he could fuck it out of you.

The place was unlike any auto shop you had ever seen. All glass walls and sleek metal countertops, very modern. The cars waiting for service were all Porsches and Audis, expensive and high end, unlike your battered old Chevy from twenty years ago.

The clientele also was a distant cry from you. Men and women on their fifties, dressed to the nines, sipping water or coffee from elegant glasses and cups. They all eyed you with mistrust with your tight jeans shorts, oversized buttondown, and dirty converse.

“Hi, I’m looking for Keanu,” you asked the women in the front desk, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other as she eyed you from the top of your head to the tip of your sneakers.

“Do you have an appointment?” She asked her nose so high in the air you wondered if she could see anything at all.

“Not really,” you shrugged. “He just said I should stop by and he would take a look at my car.” You glanced behind yourself at the parking lot and she followed your gaze, snorting at the sight of your Chevy.

“We don’t really work with that kind of... vehicle.”

“Can you just call him, please?” You asked losing your patience with this bitch.

With a grimace of disdain, she followed your instructions, her little smirk turning into a pale, terrified look that filled your heart with satisfaction.

“Mr. Reeves said you can leave your keys with me and the boys will bring your car inside. You can go ahead and meet him in his office.”

“Thank you,” you flashed her a victorious smirk, setting your car keys on her waiting hand before sauntering to the stairs, putting and extra sway in your hips, and knowing all eyes were on your ass. It was a very nice ass after all!

It took you only a couple minutes to find Keanu’s office, his name etched with dark red paint on the dark wood. You knocked once, before stepping inside and he looked up at you with a small smile, phone glued to his ear as he spoke to someone in Italian, if you weren’t mistaken.

You took the time to look around at the elegant looking office, dark wood furniture and black leather couch and chair; metal and glass desk, walls adorned with pictures of sports motorcycles much like the one you saw Keanu riding last night.

“Sorry about that,” he said finally setting down his phone and standing up, he was dressed in a light blue button-down and tan slacks. “It was a supplier.”

“No problem,” you turned to face him, eyebrow cocked. “I thought you said you were a mechanic.”

“I am,” he replied with a smirk, leaning again his desk. “At heart, at least.”

“Right,” you chuckled, checking him out. Under the bright light of his office, he looked even more handsome.

“How was the audition?” He asked, taking his phone again and dialing a number. “Barbara, hold all my calls for now, please. Thanks.”

“It was pure crap,” you huffed walking over to him, and even though he was slouching slightly, you still needed to tilt your head slightly to meet his eyes. “So I hope this visit can save the day for me.”

“You’re talking about your car or...?”

“That too.” You smiled, resting your hands on his strong chest. “But I seem to remember someone promising to fuck my pretty little pussy so...”

“That can be arranged,” Keanu smirked, large palms warm against your waist as he tugged you gently until you were standing between his legs and he could catch your lips in a kiss.

At first, it was so soft, his tongue coaxing yours into a slow, sensuous dance, while his fingers explored your heated skin beneath your shirt. And as nice as it felt, it wasn’t what you wanted or needed.

You pressed closer, your tongue tangling with his, searching for more. Your fingers nimbly undoing his buttons, as you swung a leg over his strong thigh, straddling it and rocking against the hard muscle.

“You’re not very good at foreplay, huh?” He teased, nipping at your lower lip but catching on with the program and undoing your shirt until your black bra was in display.

“I’m a straight to the main event kinda gal,” you smirked at him, bending down to press kisses to the exposed skin of his chest, while he cupped and kneaded your breasts, making tendrils of pleasure swirl in your center. Unfortunately, it was just too little to do anything for you. “I’m not made of glass, Keanu. You can be rougher.”

“How much rougher?” He asked interest peaked if the bulge in his pants was any evidence.

“Shove me down on your desk and fuck me until I can’t stand straight. Make me your little whore.”

“Jesus!” He hissed, his eyes darkening as he looked at you.

“Choke me and slap my ass. Leave bruises all over my body.”

His kiss this time was hungry and desperate, almost bruising and you loved it, your nails sinking on his shoulder as you rocked against his thigh, your cunt throbbing with the friction but it wasn’t enough.

You palmed his erection, feeling the thick length of his cock pulsing against your hand as Keanu shoved the lace of your bra down and exposed your nipples to the unnaturally cold air of his office, making them perk up. You groaned when he pinched and pulled at them and this time the bolts of pleasure gathering in your center were sharp and intense, making that knot of arousal grow.

One of his hands fell to your ass, guiding your movements, making your ride his thigh faster, harder and you keened in his mouth, feeling your orgasm getting closer and closer.

“Not yet, pet,” Keanu said, forcing you to stop. “You don’t cum without me.”

The harsh edge of command made you cunt throb and you nodded obediently, letting Keanu manhandle you until you were face-first on his desk, ass in the air and you flinched at the first sharp slap on your cheek, the fabric of your shorts doing very little to soothe the sting.

He reached around you, to undo your buttons before shoving them and your panties down your legs, hands cupping your ass as he hummed appreciatively before Keanu slapped you again making you whine and buck.

“Is that how you wanted?” Keanu asked against your ear and you could feel his erection rubbing against your drenched cunt, teasing you with temptation. You didn’t even notice him taking off his pants.

“Yes,” you gasped, pushing your ass back against him. “Exactly like that.”

Keanu just hummed, rubbing his head against your folds and you moaned, needing him inside your right the fuck now.

“I’m waiting, pet.” There were amusement and expectation in his tone and suddenly you knew what he was waiting for.

“Please, Keanu, fuck me. Fill my pussy. Make me your slut.”

“Oh baby,” he chuckled against your ear, hand coming to your throat and squeezing just the perfect amount to make you gasp and your sight blur. “You already are.”

He thrust in with one swift motion, making your cry out at being filled so wide and fast. Your entire body shook with the effort of staying still; of keeping any modicum of self-control but your higher brain function had shut down, leaving only the primal need of being taken and used. Soon enough you were rocking against him, grinding your hips to elicit those familiar bolts of pleasure, that sweet tension of desire in your core. It was enough for Keanu to take the hint and start to thrust, slow and steady and so not enough.

“Harder, please. I need it.”

He complied, using his hold on your throat as leverage to start snapping his hips so hard you heard the table groan and squeak beneath you. Now you had it. The delicious pulsing of your walls trying to pull his cock deeper inside you, his tip hitting that blessed spot with forceful thrust and you had never seen stars quite like that but when your orgasm overtook you, your sight blacked out suddenly leaving only all-consuming pleasure as your quaked and writhed and moaned beneath him.

You heard Keanu curse and hiss above you, his pace losing its coordination, becoming sloppier, even harder and you could feel your walls clenching tight around him, trying to keep him deep inside you.

“Come on baby,” you encouraged, breathlessly. “Cum inside me. I wanna feel you slicking up my thighs all the way to San Francisco.”

Keanu grunted and tugged you up until your back was pressed against his chest and he could grind into you, his hot breath against your ear.

“You have such a dirty mouth, pet. Beg.”

“Please, please, cum inside me,” you sighed, feeling the heat in your cunt start up again just as Keanu stilled. You felt his warm cum coating your walls as he groaned against your ear.

You two stayed together, catching your breath until Keanu pulled out and you felt the mess of fluids start to trickle down but you just pulled your shorts up, flashing him a dirty smirk.

“So was it worth the visit?” Keanu asked with a smirk of his own.

“Definitely.”

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[haveanotherkpopblog]

Vive la Revolution

Prologue

Genre: Cyberpunk!AU, Dystopian!AU, Gang!AU, Rivals-to-Lovers!AU

Pairing: TBA

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Sexual Situations

Masterlist || Next Part >>

Society fell when the game came out. It was supposed to be a game for children, where they could let their imaginations run rampant. The game was meant for them to have an escape from everyday life. But then they didn’t stop playing. They spent all day in the game. Nothing else mattered except the game.

The game--the game wasn’t like other games. It was the future of virtual reality. It was a game where you didn’t need to stop to sleep or even use the bathroom. Your consciousness was transferred into the game, putting you in a deep slumber, a coma almost. The only downfall was you had to leave, until you didn’t have to.

The kids turned to the black market for medical IV’s so they could keep playing. Crime began to rise significantly over the mere months since the game’s initial release. The police did their best, but with limited resources and limited money, there was only so much they could do.

Then the adults started playing. In an attempt to save their children, adults entered the game. The only problem was, they never left. The curiosity of what had captured their children’s minds so effortlessly and quietly. Slowly, the adults stopped leaving the game. They followed in their kids’ footsteps, buying IV’s and locking themselves away in the game.

Businesses began shutting down from the lack of customers and the employees seeming to vanish into thin air. Life began slowing down, the only thing thriving in the dying country was crime. The police slowly began to stop doing their jobs, letting the country run rampant with illegal activities.

The worst of it was in the capital. The most powerful people, the socialites, lived there, including the manufacturer of Virtual Paradise-- the game responsible for capturing half the nation’s mind. The game went world-wide, and soon everyone who was anyone had purchased the game. People, desperate to escape their lives, stole the game from anywhere they could get it. The company, Tempestechnologies, had become the company.

However, that was the capital and all major cities of the world. What was really scary was the rest of the country that couldn’t afford the game. Or if they could, they were smart enough not to buy it. With the world and the nation in chaos, the country had been divided into three districts.

The first was the JYP District. It covered most of the coastline and was the mediator between the other two districts. The leader of the District referred to herself as Queenie. As the only female leader, she gave herself a fitting title. While rather small in size, she was a force to be reckoned with. She and her husband had made a quiet, but successful, living working mainly with oversea gangs. She kept the other two districts as close allies.

The second was the SM District. This District covered the northern side of the country. It just also happened to be the richest amongst the three Districts since the Capital fell within their territory. The leader was Leeteuk, a successful businessman turned into an even more successful gang leader. He knew where the game would lead the country from a young age, and he’d been preparing ever since for the inevitable.

The last District was the scariest. YG District was made up of the southern side of the country and what little bit of the coastal region JYP didn’t control. The crime rates were so high, the police had completely given up and worked for the District’s leading gang and the leader. The leader--the leader was so many things, finding one word to describe him was impossible. G-Dragon had done so many unthinkable things, had seen the unimaginable, and he had laughed at it all.

Now while Queenie had aligned herself and JYP with SM and YG, the two didn’t like each other. In fact, if it hadn’t been for her, there certainly would have been a civil war unlike any before. That’s where the story started, at the end of a feud that started before either of them reached double digits.

Queenie sat in one of the clubs in her District. For the best outcome, everyone needed to meet on neutral territory. That meant her territory, which she didn’t mind at all. Her turf, her rules. She smirked, eyes scanning the club, skimming every face she recognized and every face she didn’t. She watched as A, one of her informants, flirted with some random guy at the bar. He wasn’t bad looking, but Queenie knew A was simply biding her time.

“Are you sure they’re going to show?” JB, Queenie’s second in command, sat perched at the edge of his seat. He was staring directly at her, his eyebrows halfway up his forehead. His drink sat on the table in front of him, barely touched as the ice slowly watered it down. She smirked, reaching to grab her own glass off the table.

“Have patience. They’ll show up.”

As if on cue, Mandu, JB’s personal bodyguard, escorted four men in. Mandu had dark brown hair parted away from his face. His muscles bulged against his tight shirt, giving everyone a clear image of his strong physique that detoured most people, as long as he kept his mouth closed. Once he opened his mouth, any intimidation the other party felt disappeared. Even with his deep, intimidating voice, Mandu was simply too sweet and kind for his own good.

Leeteuk sat in the chair opposite of Queenie. His pink hair fell into his eyes, making him squint and occasionally toss his head. His suit jacket was undone, revealing the tight, black dress shirt that hugged his toned chest. It was a well known fact that he had quite the fascination with her. Whether it be because of her stunning beauty or the power she held was of little consequence.

Next to him was Suho, his second in command. Suho was to keep himself more put together than Leeteuk did when she was around. His black hair was combed away from his face, and his suit was well-put together, albeit more casual than what he usually wore. They were supposed to be more casual, relaxed, with each other. Hence them meeting in some bourgeois club. And that was strictly on Queenie’s request.

Behind them were their bodyguard, arms crossed over their chests as they eyed Queenie and her subordinates half-heartedly. They never saw her as a real threat. Whether it was because of their alliance or because they truly believed she wasn’t a threat to anyone was unknown to her. But she knew she could handle herself, and should the time ever come, she would show them just how well.

“Gentlemen. Welcome. I hope the journey wasn’t too hard,” she greeted.

“Seeing you again is worth every second,” Leeteuk said, shooting her a wink. Queenie peered over her glass, sparing a glance to Suho who was staring at Leeteuk with a slight scrunched face. He rolled his eyes, taking a prolonged sip from his cup. “I only wish it was under better circumstances.” She carefully set down her cup.

“I think these are the best circumstances. You’re finally putting that silly little feud behind you,” she said. She leant forward, placing a delicate hand just above his knee, giving it a light squeeze. “You know how much I dislike conflict.” He watched her hand with a dark gaze, his leg tensing under her touch. Suho and JB shared an unimpressed look before they both took a sip of their drinks. Queenie pulled back, crossing her legs as she observed Leeteuk.

Leeteuk observed her too, taking in her now short hair, the subtle makeup around her smoldering eyes and luscious lips. His eyes trailed down her body, admiring how the dress hugged her curves and even gave him a glimpse of what the thin fabric was covering. She was temptation. He knew that, she knew that, he knew she knew that, and he was more than aware she used that knowledge to her advantage, yet he let her pull him in. What they knew was of little consequence to them.

“I see they’re just letting anybody in here now.” Queenie and Leeteuk looked away from each other to the three people that had entered the room. DaH, Queenie’s personal bodyguard, had brought in two more people for their little celebratory party. Her long blonde hair fell down her back as she shot a harsh glare to the pair she’d brought in. DaH wasn’t built like Mandu, she was small and petite, but she made up for her lack of bulging muscles with speed and agility. And unlike Mandu, when she spoke, her words were laced with venom.

G-Dragon gave DaH a cheeky wink, to which she replied by narrowing her gaze more. She shot Queenie an unimpressed look before moving to stand behind her. G-Dragon oozed confidence. His hair was a disheveled mess, dark marks covered his neck and most of his chest from what could be seen of his unbuttoned shirt. She gave Queenie a sly smirk as she stood to greet him, a smirk of her own on her face.

“Well we let you in here don’t we?” she teased. G-Dragon chuckled, leaning forward to place a kiss on her cheek. He shot Leeteuk a wink as he did so, enjoying seeing him get worked up from a small action. Suho leaned over to whisper to Leeteuk, calming him down somewhat.

CL, G-Dragon’s second in command, sat next to Suho. She had at least followed Queenie’s request. Her curled, blonde hair fell over one shoulder, exposing her back and drawing attention to cleavage.  She kept her eyes focused between Queenie, Leeteuk, and G-Dragon. She flicked her wrist, glancing down at her watch.

Suho, despite his best efforts to keep a bored air around him, watched CL carefully. He took in her poised posture and the unreadable mask that hid her emotions too well. He took in how her dress exposed her back, letting his eyes trail down the length of her spine. He felt his blood heat up the longer he stared at her back.

“I’m so glad we could have this little sit down,” Queenie said. She watched both men carefully, observing their subtle glances at one another. “I think it’s about time you two put this silly feud to rest.” Both men tensed at the statement, avoiding each other’s eyes. “JB, if you will.” JB cleared his throat, regarding each man and their associates.

“Queenie and I agree that the best way to show peace is to build trust. We’ve talked with each of you separately and from that we’ve come up with a plan. G-Dragon is being gracious enough to send someone to stay in the SM District for one year with absolutely no contact.”

“How exactly does that establish trust?” Suho inquired, leaning forward so his arms rested on his knees. “If anything, that causes more trust issues. One year to gather information to be used against us? I’m failing to see how that works in our favor.”

“Well firstly, the agreement is that our person lives with you for a year without any harm,” CL said, turning to look at Suho. “Meaning if you want to keep them locked in a dungeon, as long as they’re fed and clean, you can do so. Second, we’re not sending just anyone. He’s sending in his only living relative to live with someone he hasn’t gotten along with in years. If anything, that’s the most trust I’ve seen him give anyone.” Suho and Leeteuk both stared at her in shock.

“I wasn’t aware you had any family,” Leeteuk said.

“It’s not something I like to advertise. People like to use them against you. I’m sure you more than anyone can understand that,” he replied. “Now I’m sending them to show my complete trust. If and when they return, as long as they’re in good health and have been treated with respect and dignity they deserve, then I will let bygones be bygones.”

Leeteuk regarded G-Dragon carefully. Something wasn’t sitting right in the pit of his stomach. This seemed too easy. After years of them being at each other’s throats, G-Dragon was going to gift wrap his own blood to him? Leeteuk narrowed his eyes slightly, his fist tightening around his glass.

“I wouldn’t read too much into such a generous offer,” Queenie said. She leant forward, facing Leeteuk directly. “He’s giving you unsupervised access to the closest person to him, and all you have to do is keep them healthy and safe. If anything, I think you’re getting the better side of this deal.” She placed her hand on his knee again, tilting her head slightly and staring up at him with her big, round eyes.

“Unsupervised?” Suho said.

“Yes. One whole year of unsupervised access to them. YG will have absolutely no access to them while they stay with you,” JB said, shooting Queenie a pointed look.

“Don’t mistake me for a blissfully blind fool, Leeteuk,” G-Dragon said, pulling Leeteuk’s attention away from Queenie. “I don’t expect you to trust me or my family. So as a sign of good faith, they’re going in unaccompanied. Even their own personal bodyguard won’t be with them. That’s how you’re going to show me your trust. Return them to me unharmed and in good health, treat them like family, or at least better than the men you’ve so graciously returned to me before, and I won’t murder everyone in your district.” Leeteuk clenched his jaw. Suho leant over, lowering his voice.

“Wait. We can use this to our advantage. How much information do you think our people could get out of him? Who would know his deep secrets better than his own blood?” Leeteuk weighed Suho’s words carefully, slowly relaxing into his seat.

“So you want me to keep them for one year, three-hundred and sixty-five days, and then return them safely?” Leeteuk clarified. G-Dragon nodded, moving to lean back into his seat. Leeteuk drummed his fingers on the armrest, staring at G-Dragon thoughtfully. Something still didn’t feel right, but Suho had a point. His second in command gave him a subtle nod. Leeteuk smiled smugly, tossing his hands up slightly. “I have to agree with you Queenie, I’m definitely getting the better deal.”

G-Dragon smirked, outstretching his hand. Leeteuk grabbed it, giving him a firm handshake. Queenie clapped her hands together, a genuine smile on her face. JB let out a shaky breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Suho and CL shared a knowing look before turning back to the two leaders.

“I’m so happy everything’s worked out,” Queenie said, moving to stand up. “Now, I believe you gentlemen and lady have earned a night of relaxation. My club is all yours to enjoy.” She turned to G-Dragon, a smirk on her face. “I believe A is waiting for you downstairs.” G-Dragon returned her smirk, running a hand through his hair. Leeteuk held his hand up to the two District leaders.

“As much as I would love to, I should get back.” He and Suho, along with their bodyguards, headed towards the door. He paused briefly, turning to look back. “Just one quick question,” he said. “Who exactly is this relative of yours?” G-Dragon smiled, a genuine, scarily normal smile.

“My baby sister.”

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No Regrets

have some Blue/Green, hurt/comfort angst with major injury and ambiguous near death ending *dabs* and of course, my favorite, first kisses gjdfhgjdshkjg

It had been a split second decision; a hasty, last ditch effort of a plan really. The others had split off to fight Ganon, and now, Green and Blue were the only ones standing between Vaati and Hyrule’s destruction. Blue hadn’t wanted to kill, and he knew Green didn’t either but... They shared a fleeting look, and charged. There wasn’t another choice.

They hadn’t been expecting the earthquake that followed. Nor the fact that the tower they stood on would begin to collapse the minute the wind mage’s power stopped holding it upright. Blue panicked as the ground slid out from under him, Green’s startled yelp too far away to see through the raining debris. Blue managed to tilt around just enough to catch a glimpse of Green’s tunic flashing by before pain splintered across his forehead and the world became dark.

When Blue woke next, he considered briefly he might still be dreaming. It was pitch black and overly warm, the air feeling stale as he took a shaking breath. Then his chest seized and his head throbbed as he coughed roughly, sharp pain rocketing him back into wakefulness.

Blue peered around, hands scrabbling at the silt and sharp rocks beneath him for purchase. His entire back felt wrong, twisted and jabbing with each spasm of his chest as he struggled for air. His arms and legs protested as he forced himself up, finally managing a breath as the pressure was taken off his chest. Fuck, he’d broken something for sure--ribs or collarbone or spine--

“Blue?”

His head snapped around, vertigo nearly toppling him to the ground again as he hissed in pain.

“Green? ‘s that you?”

“Yes-- Yes, help.”

Blue’s blood ran cold as Green’s voice became a desperate whine, laced with fear and pain he’d never heard before. Blue scrambled forward, still completely blind in the dark but searching nonetheless-

His hand found something warm and wet and Blue recoiled, breaths turning to hisses as Green’s hand latched around his wrist. His grip was like iron, hand shaking hard, and Blue’s stomach churned as his eyes adjusted enough to see why.

“Oh-- Hylia, Green...”

“That bad?” Green let out a weak chuckle, grip loosening.

As Blue’s eyes adjusted, he began to realize the gravity of their situation. The tower had been large, ridiculously tall. Each rock and pillar that had made it up had fallen in a heap, one that they were now stuck at the bottom of. It had been a pretty high fall, one that Blue’s ribs now screamed from the impact of. But at least he hadn’t been hit by anything, or...

Crushed, as Green’s stomach was under a sizeable chunk of rock.

Blue held his breath and counted to ten, waiting for his nausea to subside before he looked at Green again. The slab of stone was jagged, having torn through Green’s tunic and belt. The pebbles beneath him were already slick with blood, and Blue could practically taste the iron in the air when he breathed. Green’s face was pale, expression a pained grimace he barely tried to hold back. And Blue didn’t blame him--couldn’t, would never, because even he would lose his composure if he’d woken up like this--

“A-Alright, uh,” Blue stammered, trying to remember what the fuck he was supposed to do. “How’re you feeling? What hurts?”

“Feel like shit,” Green wheezed, Blue wincing at the failed attempt at laughter. “Back of my head, spine... stomach hurts.”

“Can you still move your toes and fingers?”

Green winced, and Blue heard pebbles shifting. “Yeah,” he sounded breathless.

“Okay, good, that’s good,” Blue hovered, staring at the rock. He was strong, the space they were in was big enough to shift it away, but if he did-- “Green...”

Cold fingers grasped his wrist again, and Blue turned back to find a shaky smile on Green’s lips. There was blood on them too, standing out starkly against the pale hue of his skin. Blue shuddered at the sight, fear crawling up his spine as he weakly took Green’s hand in his own.

“Find a way out, get the others,” Green commanded, though his tone lacked any of the strength it typically held.

“I’m not leaving you,” Blue felt his temper flare, his body shaking harder as adrenaline coursed uselessly through him. “I’m not leaving you like this Green, you’re bleeding out and--”

“And you have to save yourself, you idiot!” Green snapped. His breathing was ragged, and he finally looked away, strength sapped as Blue clutched his hand to his chest. “I’m not going anywhere, so just...”

Blue felt his resolve harden, heart beating wildly as fear and pain and sorrow crept in. He bit back the throb in his throat and settled down, ignoring the flash of desperate anger in Green’s eyes as he did. Beyond the layers of rock, Blue could still make out the sound of clashing swords and yelling as Zelda, Red, and Vio fought. He felt so useless, stuck down here, head fogged with the start of a concussion and chest a vice of broken pain. He couldn’t fight even if he wanted to, not like this. There was only one fight he could handle now, and he wasn’t going to lose.

“Then I’m not going anywhere either,” Blue huffed. He brought Green’s hand to his face, letting his lips press to bruised knuckles as Green watched. “I’m going to keep you awake until the others arrive. I won’t let you die on us now, not when the battle is about to be over.”

Green chuckled, wet and tired, but a bit of light had returned to his emerald eyes. “You never did take orders...”

“Nope,” Blue smirked. He scooted closer, ignoring the blood that seeped into his tights as he did. “But you never gave up on me anyway. So I’m not giving up on you.”

“I could never give up on you, Blue,” Green sighed, letting his head turn fully, their gazes locked. “We’re so much alike. I know why you don’t listen, because I wouldn’t either, but you... You have all the passion and drive I lost in the split.”

“Hey,” Blue frowned, shifting forward until foreheads bumped together. “Don’t say shit like that. You have tons of passion, I see it every day. You just know how to control it, to lead...” Blue chuckled, wincing at the pain of it. “I admire you for it... but don’t tell anyone I said that, I’ve got a reputation to protect.”

Green smiled, wheezed out a small little laugh. It melted Blue’s heart.

“Goddesses forbid the others knew you were a softie.”

“Only for you, idiot.”

Green smirked, nuzzling their foreheads more. His eyes fluttered shut, and Blue sighed, shaky and nervous. If these were Green’s final moments, he would never forgive himself. But if they were... he didn’t want to have any regrets.

Blue leaned in that final inch, and kissed the blood off Green’s lips.

[eva-novakov]

Timeline wise not far from the ‘now’, and Marie knows ‘the jist’.

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Eva jerked awake with a gasp and it took half a second to realize the pain she felt in the dream had followed her into reality. She sat up and slowly opened her hands, and quickly closed them before the blood seeped onto the sheets.

“What’s wrong?” Isaac rubbed at his eyes before peering at the dark outline of her form.

“Nothing. Go back to sleep.” She whispered, keeping her voice even. She cursed herself for not thinking fast enough in her sleep-induced haze to hide it and she cursed him for being a light sleeper as she slipped out of bed, padding in her bare feet to the bathroom. 

“Eva.” 

“It’s nothing.” She held her hands under the water of the sink and they both watched the blood race to the drain. “Do you have any medi-gel in here?” 

“No. Come on I’m taking you to med bay, those are too deep.” 

“I’ll go myself.” 

“I’m not going to let-.” 

“Isaac.” He stopped to look at her with a sigh, knowing it before she said the words. “How is it going to look if the Captain of the ship is taking me to the med bay in the middle of the night?” 

She pleaded with the stubborn look in his eyes. “I promise I’m fine.” 

------ 

“Do you want to tell me how this happened?” Kate looked at Eva under her lashes as she inspected and applied medi-gel to the cuts on both hands. “Doctor patient confidentiality Eva. What you say is safe with me, if you want it to be.” Eva watched the wounds close. She appreciated the way the woman asked that didn’t feel prying. She really wanted to wash the blood out from under her nails. 

“My nightmares are…very real and very extreme sometimes.” Eva shrugged from where she sat on the examination table, legs curled under her. 

“Nightmares.” Kate released Eva’s hand and sat down in her chair, blowing out a breath. “Patient doctor confidentially this time? I get them too.” 

“From...” Eva motioned to Kate’s arm. She knew plenty of soldiers with PTSD and took a guess. 

“Yea.” Kate smiled softly and Eva immediately felt at ease with the shared secret. “I trust you’ve had it checked out?” 

“Downside of having a human brain with non-human processes.” 

“That’s a yes, if you know that much.” Kate chuckled in an effort to lighten the mood. “Pronounced Parasomnia, I have heard of humans with extremely high biotic output having extremely bad nightmares in the brains attempt to normalize in REM. Asari don’t have to worry about that, of course. Have you tried medication?” 

“Everyone of them that I know of. The only one that worked made me not be able to function the next day.” She cleared her throat, rubbing a thumb over the smooth skin where the cuts were and slid off the table. “Listen, I’m sorry I had to bother you so late. I usually keep gel around but I hadn’t had a bad one in so long…they happen less when I’m not stressed. And when I regularly get the energy out of my system.” 

Kate waved a hand with a smile. “I was up. But even if I hadn’t been, that’s what I’m here for. Never hesitate to call me.”

 ---

She stood just outside his quarters, debating which direction she should go. In the end she knew he would be worried, and that alone made her open the door instead of going back to her quarters. She wasn’t surprised to see him still up when the door slid open.   

He turned to her and she gave him a smile he didn’t return. “See? All better.” 

He watched her walk to his bed and flop onto her side before he followed, lying down gently, facing her. “That was a bad one.”

"Yeah." Her palm found his cheek as he silently searched her face. She smiled again and kissed him before whispering against his lips. “I’m fine.” He inhaled a slow, deep breath at that, the strain leaving his shoulders but not his eyes. “I’m sorry you’re not going to get hardly any sleep now.” 

“Who needs sleep when you have an Eva?” 

“Starship captains with a whole lot of lives in their hands, that’s who.” 

He grimaced, his hand resting on her hip after pulling her closer. “You should be the Captain. You’re the more responsible one in this relationship.” 

She was glad his eyes had drifted shut a few moments earlier, so he couldn’t see her grinning like an idiot, eyes shining at his last word. *relationship*

“Isaac.” She continued when she had recovered, sobering. “The Commander said today that you’ve been too tired for too long for her liking. If she says something to me about it, it must be bad.”

He opened his eyes to look at her, brows furrowed with something she couldn’t place. “What exactly did she say?” 

“I don’t remember the exact words but I do remember feeling an implication that ever since we’ve been together you’ve been noticeably fatigued. She didn’t say it meanly, it was just something she was noticing. It just hit me wrong because this is one of the things I was afraid of. I don’t ever want to inhibit you from doing your job. I don’t want to stay as many nights if it’s making you too tired. I really don’t mind.” 

“Eva, I’m going to say this only once. If there is anything that is ever inhibiting me from doing my job properly, you’ll know about it.” 

Eva’s blue eyes dimmed as they fell. “Okay.” 

“I’m not mad at you.” He kissed her forehead before lifting her chin with a finger until she looked at him. “I just don’t want you to feel like you’re hurting me in any way. You make me better.” 

She curled into a ball beside him, suddenly exhausted mentally and physically. She promised herself starting tomorrow she would either cut back on her nights in his bed or make him go to bed earlier even if she stayed. But tonight, when he wrapped her curled form into his arms and molded his body around hers, she let him. Just for tonight, she’d let herself need him.

[decendingfromgrace]

The Throne

18+ fantasy!Bakugou x fem!reader

Words: 2045

l’m not the greatest with writing 18+, I leave that to @lady-bakuhoe, but she convinced me to start posting my works so here goes nothing

The day passed by smoothly, no interruptions or loud complications within the dragon kingdom. The light of dusk glinted in the windows of the central palace, making long stripes of soft yellow float through the air. As most had retired to a slumber, the king sat on his throne waiting for the final light of the world to fade for as the king he must make sure all those under his care are safe. He sat grumbling and sulking on his throne, looking tired and ready for the day to finish. A light touch at his shoulder alerts him to his queen at his side, her smiling eyes gave him countless unspoken declarations of her love each time they connected with his. She runs her hands over his shoulders and presses against his tense muscles, massaging the soft tissue and toned bulk. A pinch was formed between her brows when she felt just how tense her king was. With a barley auditable sigh, he relaxes into her touch immediately and leads her in front of him, so he may gaze at her form adoringly. A smirk pulls at their lips as they share a tired gaze.

"My Love, you have been working so hard. You need rest." The queen caresses his jaw and runs her thumbs over the features of his face, from his eyes to his jaw she runs her finger pads over each inch, savoring the look on his face. His eyes flutter close as his queen's touch travels to each detail of his countenance and a loving smile spreads over his face as his head tilts into her warm palms. He reaches for her and runs his calloused hands over her lower back and hips lovingly, she drapes her arms over his shoulders and leans in further into his welcoming aura.

"All I need is you, my love." The king muttered softly, looking intensely with his scarlett eyes at her

The creak of old wood signaled the opening of the throne room door. A small brunette head peaks out and a pair of brown eyes see through the crack of the doors and into the king's throne room. The intruder steps through the door, hiding themselves in shadow and looks to the rustling chandelier that flickered with candle light, then to the windows who held no more lowering sunlight, and then to the regal and power exuding seat of the king. At the sight before her, a soft gasp left her mouth and her heart sunk to the lowest pit of the stomach. The king's place was on the throne, but the queen had a throne of her very own, one made of the bare hips of the king, as their bodies became one at a single point of intense passionate contact. Her back was pressed to his chest, his hands roamed her body, playing with areas that made the queen squirm and groan. Her smooth skin flushed with each heave of her ragged breath, and the king's voice was made of low growls and sinful sentences whispered in the queen's ear. As his large calloused hands ran up and down her sides and squeezed her skin, her hands dug bruises into his sides as she reached behind herself to stabilize her sanity from slipping and from falling away from the king's warmth. He snickered before falling into the cloudy mist that covered her mind, she forced a hand to cup his jaw and bring his lips to passionately collide with hers, their collected moans broke the kiss momentarily. Perspiration glittered on their exposed skin, the king reached his rough grip up to twirl the flushed skin of her breast between his thumb and index while the other went lower to apply more pressure to the already incredibly stimulated pleasure point between her legs, her eyes rolled back once more.

"Oh....Katsuki." She gasped, then hissed in pleasure, the king made sure their eyes remained locked so he could witness her loose herself in only his presence. They whispered one another's names in a mantra while he guided her hips to move up and down in a rapid succession, she complied and their sounds rose in volume. Their wings overlapped behind them, acting like a cocoon to press them close as their forms molded together, their passion began to rapidly climb in intensity. The deep haze of passion that fogged the king's mind lifted when another gasp was heard, but this one did not come from his queen. He tore his gaze from her firmly close eyes, heaving chest, and open mouth pants to find an unwanted pair of eyes spying on their moment. A low threatening growl rumbled the king and alerted the queen to his change in demeanor as her sparkling, lust filled eyes also focused on the intruder.

When the dragon kin patrol reporter did not move from her place, the king growled deep and menacing at the intruder once more, covering his queen's rosy skin with one of his wings which gave the queen an opportunity to scatter soft licks and kisses along the sensitive membrane of the wings, the king pushed the sudden large shudder down before it could break his menacing glare. His toned strong chest was heaving from the crashing waves of pleasure washing over him, his eyes glistened with a lustful hue, but his canines were bared to threaten the onlooker.

"What Uraraka!" His roar caused the dragon patrol officer to flinch back. At her king's voice the queen regained her composure and realized fully that someone was witnessing her in the raw. Her flushed expression turned a darker shade of red when her gaze was met with Uraraka's instead of her lover's. The queen's hips stuttered and lost their rhythm, but the great dragon ruler did not let her stop her movements, instead to force more of those divine noises from her throat he made his hips thrust faster. She choked on the breath she tried to gather before her moans increased in pitch and her back arched high off his chest.

"Katsuki, please not now..hah.. Katsuki...not in front of her. I don't want her to...hah.. ah...see." She panted huskily in his ear and the king calmed her by soothingly kissing her jaw, her head rolled back to lay on his shoulder as her back arched again. A deep heat was coiling in her lower stomach, it seemed to spread through out her whole body, from her curling toes to her hands clenching her lover's thighs, up to her voice which called the king's name. Part of him wanted the onlooker to witness the pleasure he was making her feel, the other understood her embarrassment and he finally complied after giving a few deep ruts into her core, savoring her reactions and warmth. To prolong her, the king made his movements painfully slow, the sudden change in tempo made the queen cry out in frustration and dig her claws deeper into the king's thighs, the red marks she made would remind him of her everyday until they healed, and so would the bites and bruises on her skin, the burst of blue along her smooth skin he would kiss over and over, eagerly awaiting the next passionate opportunity for him to make more.

A calloused and rough touch gripped her thigh and brought it up high, allowing for a deeper angle and a quicker pace of the king's hips to assume. The fluctuating pattern made her head loll to rest on his shoulder and her eyes to tightly shut, her mouth gasped his name, and suddenly the embarrassment of being watched didn't worry her as much. In fact it made her heart beat faster and she found herself wanting Uraraka to see what only she may have.

"Need I repeat myself? What do you want Uraraka!" The young girl at the door jumped and blushed fiercely at the king's tone. She had to force her eyes from wondering over the king's skin but when the queen trailed a teasing hand down the king's toned stomach her blush and jealously raged on.

"I wished to speak with you my king." She curly said, suppressing a growl. The king rolled his ruby eyes and growled low, increasing his hips's tempo and making his queen purr, the added pressure and intensity made the anger in his gut wain as the boiling heat coiled tighter in him. The rumble the queen emitted made his spine tingle and he accidentally let his eyes shut tight and the pleasure consume him once more, he let a series of heated huffs and pants cover the flesh of her already bruised and hickey covered neck. His breathing hitched as his mind went white when she bit his ear and made her hips meet his wildly moving hips. He regained his control and begrudgingly made his mind snap back to reality, he began to recompose himself. The patrol officer, Uraraka had to be dealt with for now, so with his labored breathing, groans and huffs leaving his throat as his composure failed to establish itself. He snarled again but this time out of the effort he was struggling to maintain to keep himself from cumming.

"Dammit! Whatever you need to say I don't want to hear. Now leave." His hands found purchase by gripping and needing his queen's breasts. He bite down hard on her shoulder and thrust faster and harder as his end was rapidly closing in on him, the queen moaned deeply and rattled his every soul. The panting and moaning of his name in his ear by his queen did not help the burning coil in his belly from tightening further.

"But...but you're majesty I wanted to tell you that...the...um patrol.....-" A loud pleasure induced groan silenced the younger girl. The queen raised her wings and sent a silencing glare to the girl. Even though she seemed submissive and at the mercy of her mate, the queen gathered a commanding look in her eye and gathered her collapsing resolve to issue an order to the small brunette.

"Leave us Uraraka. You're not wanted nor needed. The king has...more..urgent matters to handle." The king snickered before leaving a long lick over the queen's neck, from her collar to her jaw and then proceeding to lick, nibble, and kiss each marking he made along her shoulder. She shivered but didn't back down, her gaze still held a intimidating factor that made the small brunette shrink where she stood. Uraraka ran out of the room, tears threatening to fall, and a heavy heart which felt as fragile and brittle as smattering glass.

The queen was flipped over so her chest was tightly pressed to the king's, who's hand quickly went back to circling the abused point of pleasure between her plump thighs. He latched his teeth into her neck, her claws racked along his back as their groans echoed on the walls and their wings gave them a cocoon of privacy.

"Did you enjoy having the audience my queen? Having someone see you in your rawest form. I'd take you in front of the entire kingdom just to let them know you're mine, so everyone knows you're mine." His hips struck hers with ferocity and their foreheads pressed together as her eyes locked with the cherry red intimidation ones before her, the only two emotions in them were lust and love.

"Yes my king. I only want you, you are what I want most. I love you Katsuki." They kiss and grip one another close and tight as the speed of their movements sent them hurtling towards their climax. With a final and most intense arch of her back and a cry of his name, the queen's wings outstretched and her king followed soon after with his own end and a long call of her name into the skin of her chest. Their panting became unified as they basked in the afterglow. He showered her skin in kisses while she ran soothing fingers through his hair, the air around them was pure love. Once their minds cleared, the exhaustion took over, the king and queen laughed over the embarrassment the surprising interruption brought and snuggled closer.

"I love you, my queen."

"And I will always love you, my king".