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kamesama · 4 months

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— scapegoat: ryōmen sukuna.

— notes + warnings: this is a heavy one ( i mean it ); n/sfw, minors do not interact; virgin! fem! reader given away as a sacrifice; true-form! sukuna; non-con; violence; gore; blood; nudity; foul language; humiliation; degradation; implied character / reader death. — word count: 2166

you have never looked lovelier.

lips red with thick layer of paint; hair held up flawlessly by an ornate pin; body burdened by fine silks. chagrin and shame danced upon your cheeks, leaving blush trails in their wake. their waltz served to ridicule you, its snicker reminding that there was not a single silver lining you could find for yourself to cling to.

and how could you?

you were a morsel sold for a mock-promise of peace. a sacrifice made for a fleeting moment of stillness. your torment would provide a single eve’s worth of undisturbed slumber, at best.

how many restful nights did you indulge in as a result of someone else’s defiled maidenhood?

the legends echoed off the rugged walls of your skulls; bed-time stories of carnage and cruelty and corpses. of a beast’s menacing frame, caked in red. of his four-eyed, garnet gaze that rolled and glided without a shred of subtlety. of his tongues; starved and shameless. of his hands; mammoth and malevolent.

will someone frighten their children with laments for you? when your bare body is devoured by ivy and when spiders nest in your empty sockets and when field flowers erupt from within your rotten ribcage out of sole pity for your snaffled chastity, will you be mourned and honoured? no one else ever was.

had you raised your chin, you would have found him seated, one of his hands supporting his jaw in a manner that was nearly overwhelmed with boredom. but you didn’t look up — your chin nearly settled into the subtle hollow between your clavicles, as if refusal to bear witness to his horrific majesty would, somehow, render you invisible.

if only humility could save you.

“come closer, woman,” he called out, his voice firm and profound. it made you shudder; the elaborate imagery on your gown grew blurry.

drip.

hot droplets left dark stains upon your lap. they expanded gingerly before coming to a halt. your muscles begged you not to let them contract. the tension grew denser than honey.

“come closer,” the echo of his command was guttural, “or i’ll rip your legs off.”

a pitiable sob escaped you, leaving you uncertain whether your grieving was due to you betraying your own thews, or to the sheer expanse of your misfortune. with trembling limbs, you stood up, cautious as not to stumble over the hems of your extravagant wrapping. every tiny step forward made your heartbeat slam louder at the bottom of your ear canal; misplaced.

it was the mocking curvature of his belly-mouth that you first laid your gaze on. the inhuman sight pulled your eyelids wide open, exposing the glossy white of your sclera rapidly turning bloodshot.

perhaps you would have turned on your heel and succumbed to the overwhelming amounts of epinephrine coursing through your veins. perhaps you would have fled, even if it cost you anything between your heel and your hip. perhaps you would have, if his calloused fingers hadn’t gripped your jaw, coal nails disturbing the integrity of your smooth cheeks.

the abuse was barely bloodier than a pinprick.

the force of his touch stretched your neck muscles enough to make it strenuous to swallow. he angled your head so that his eyes — four restless rubies glistening underneath the flickering candlelight — could skim across your entire face. they appeared to lick over every convexity, concavity and crevice. your vision deadened momentarily underneath a thickening layer of moisture that soon after dripped over the rims of your lids.

“you’re pretty for a whore,” he hummed, his lips arching upwards into a vicious grin, but his amusement withered just as swiftly, “or is it that pesky paint?” he tutted, “they always tuck you in those bothersome shrouds. what for?” his thumb rubbed across your bottom lip, smearing the bold red hue onto the surrounding skin. he cocked his head to the side, his eyes sparkling with a heterogenous mixture of exasperation and entertainment.

“have you got no tongue?” his grip parted your lips as he slid two digits into your wet, warm mouth to caress your teeth, gums and tongue with a callous touch, “there it is,” you could feel your flesh gripped in-between his fingers, “do you need it?”

a perturbed hum sounded from the midst of your throat. the smallest nod — as tremendous as your confinement would allow — served to add weight to the desperation of your agreement.

“then use it. does your kind take their women all wrapped up?”

“no…” your voice was timid. pathetic.

“so why should i?”

you wouldn’t know how to respond, had he given you a chance to. he pushed you away suddenly, planting a profound, dull ache into your mandible. a fog-like haze forbade you from knowing how you maintained a sloppy balance upon your two feet.

“strip, woman. let me see my gift the way it should have been presented.” there was leisure caressing his voice, absorbing into his marked skin. yet, he appeared menacing nonetheless. you clutched the front of your gown with trembling fingers, out of fear that his starved gaze alone would rid you of your decency. your spine bent slightly in an attempt to guard whatever curve wasn’t already veiled by your silken clothes.

but that annoyed him; his patience seemed to simmer and it evaporated quickly enough to thicken the tension all the more. once again, you found it hard to swallow.

“i said, strip,” the frigid tone of his voice seemed to momentarily freeze the blood in your veins and drag your skin up into goosebumps. your breath paused in your throat, your fingernails clawing at the vivid shrouds enough to overwhelm your knuckles.

you sniffled, “please don’t.”

the voice you pleaded with was a meek thing; pitiful and demure. it would have stirred some sympathy in anyone who possessed at least a single chamber of a heart; sukuna barely had an excuse for the whole thing.

“please don’t?” he parroted, his voice heavy with cruel amusement. you could hear the wickedness in his words; as carnivorous and as famished as his eyes. the wood cried out from underneath the soles of his bare feet as he stood up, an enormous shadow devouring your frame. his fingers dove into the strands of your hair, disarraying the style it was carefully arranged into; the stunning hairpin fell without a complaint. he yanked your locks, pulling your head back to the point your slender neck curved into a strained arch. his misplaced mouth grinned viciously at the scene, wet tongue coating the thick lips with shameless lust.

your eyes glistened in the flames’ glow, burdened by the bite of your tears. your lips quivered along with your fingers; it made your efforts hilariously puny as you attempted to tug on his wrist lest he easened the grip or withdrew completely, “s-stop-” you cried out, “stop!”

the sound echoed, bouncing off the walls before dripping onto the timber floor. he tore the intricate design on your robe with a merciless jerk and ripped the girdle. the gown opened up akin to curtains to reveal every virginal secret you so obediently maintained all these years. it would have pooled in a smoothly wrinkled pile around your feet if it wasn’t for your arms stretched upwards, holding onto sukuna’s wrist in vain attempts to weaken his unyielding grip.

your skin was bared to bathe in the warm light. yet, the air was cold; icy enough to send shivers down your spine and cause your nipples to stiffen. sukuna’s carnal gaze ingurgitated you from the subtle line of the collarbone, down the valley between the breasts and all the way to the smooth curvature at the low of the belly.

his hand let not a single second go to waste; he grabbed your round flesh with all but a tender caress and pulled you closer with another tug to your hair. the accursed tongue finally indulged in the taste of your flushed skin, trailing a dripping wet line up from your navel and to the tip of your sternum.

“i won’t stop,” he spoke, “not unless you beg better than that. beg for mercy, woman,” nothing across his features promised compassion — not his eyes, not his lips, not the ink lines ever-so-faithfully parallel to the angle of his jaw, “i may just humour you.”

how could you possibly let a thread-thin chance slip through your fingers?

“please,” you cried out in a hoarse voice. your poor hands had no idea what to do; with one you pulled at the wrist of the hand that cupped the mound on your chest, and with the other you continued your fruitless endeavour of attempting to lighten the force with which he held your locks, “please stop, i beg you, please,” you sobbed, tears pouring down your reddened cheeks whilst you sniffled so as not to let your nostrils leak.

the tension dispersed and his hold grew limp.

it was enough for you to slip out of it — just slip out of it.

sukuna caught your wrist, pulling you into his lap swiftly as he sat down onto the mat. you were caged in a way that ensured stillness, and a hush made your limbs halt, “move another muscle and i’ll taint the floor with your bowels,” his palm laid against your forehead, horrifically larger than your skull. he grinned, eating up the sight of your troubled face; reddened cheeks, wet eyelashes, whimpering mouth. your bare chest heaved as you tried your best to make your starved gasps as quiet as possible, your heart slamming against your ribs so strongly that you felt it might give out.

you wished to hug your body; to cover yourself up. shame devoured you as much as his gaze.

“good girl,” he cooed, “that’s how a bitch like you should act,” his hand pushed your head back to expose the smooth expanse of your neck. he leaned down, trailing his lips across your pulse, “obedient.”

he pulled onto the remains of your torn gown to bare you further as his mouth abused the sweet spot where your neck merged with your shoulder — licking, nibbling, sucking. you writhed against him, your heart pounding; the fervent pulse was palpable against his scorching tongue as he lapped up the cold beads of your sweat.

“that’s more like it…” he whispered, “you should be grateful. the last one was,” his hot breath brushed against your windpipe, provoking a tickling sensation, “be honoured that i’ll take you, fill you with my seed, you insolent whore.”

his crooked smile widened as his teeth sunk into your flesh; bone-deep.

a sharp intake of breath.

silence.

a scream.

chains with which his threats held you down corroded, allowing you to writhe and kick as he chuckled through his blood-stained lips. he gripped your flesh, your thighs a canvas that he painted cherry crimson and plum purple with his fingers, ensuring that your very marrow wore his mark. he didn’t hush you again, instead letting you whine and wail. even as one of your hands broke free to slam his shoulder and slap his skull, he continued to lap up the essence with his tongue and to gnaw the flesh with his teeth.

“what did i say?” his voice slithered into your torn veins, his palm pressing across the small curvature of your stomach, right where your womb laid. it crept just a little higher, fingernails leaving thin red trails that begged to bleed. your guts twisted at the reminder; you imagined your intestines unravelled across the wood.

but it didn’t matter.

you wanted to leave.

you had to leave.

so he let you.

you stumbled off his thighs and onto your bare knees, attempting to crawl away. the futile endeavour bestowed upon him the lovely sight of your bruised skin and round buttocks; the appetising arch of your spine and just a glimpse of what remained untouched between your legs.

you were howling for air. crying. wailing. sobbing.

he watched, and he listened.

closer.

your cheekbone pressed against the hard floor, succumbing to the tremendous force. he handled your breast in his palm, fingers enclosing around the firm nipple, pulling and massaging enough to make you mewl at the bittersweetness of his lecherous touch. another hand gripped your thigh to enlarge the gap between your lush flesh. the last searched for that chaste orifice with its fingers.

against the floor, a strand of your disheveled hair soaked in a shallow mixture of your sweat, tears and saliva. your tendons pulled at your bones, fire in you yet to be extinguished.

his touch made you shudder. your core clenched.

“don’t worry,” he comforted, “i’ll have you screaming,” he pressed against you, “clawing, rutting,” he caged your arms against the timber, “be honoured,” he reminded, his words dripping right into the shell of your ear as he besmirched you, “someone gets to sleep soundly because of you.”

ivy.

spiders.

field flowers.

you will never look lovelier.

thank you for reading!

— kamesama.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk sukuna #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #kamesama

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satirn · 1 month

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if Jimmy and Timmy get married, how would the wedding go? Who proposes to the other? how does the proposal go?

this is the best ask ever i forgot how much i love schmaltz <3<3. heres some quick doodles as a bonus <3

as for the wedding and events proceeding, i think its go well! they deserve a little break from the stuff in their life, as a treat /q. Unless something like the syndicate crashes their party (i.. dont think theyd be that evil to do that tbh, i havent really dabbled w them story wise but idk, its a wedding im sure they'd be civil for once..) or some interuniversal threat pops up that needs their immediate action (something like garnet's wedding from su). which tbh would probably inhance the expirence for timmy, hes a straight menace and thinks stuff like that is awesome </3. but anyways

in general relationship stuff timmy may be the more forward one but i think jimmy would be the one to establish the milestones, plus that hes more traditional in my characterization of him. that being said, timmy would totally unintentionally propose or joke about marrying him and jimmy would 100% take him up on that with no hesitation.

now onto wedding stuff bc damn do i have a soft spot for this kinda stuff <3<3

the flowers i chose are forget-me-nots and pink / peachy orange aster flowers with a touch of roses in those same colors as well. i implore you to look up the flower meanings i had fun w em <3

I chose the color peach/a coral (is that what that color is ??) for the wedding because its a combo of timmy's pink and jimmy's redish orange (vermillion ?). i just think combining their colors when it comes to ships is just so so CUTE <3<3<3. this is also why that jimmytimmy painting i did a while back has primarily those colors <3. it didn't fit the theme but timmy wanted them so he gets a green, hot magenta pink, and purple flowers for his suit so his only family that loves him can be there.

this is uhh kinda angst implied but it wouldn't be something i made without a bit of angst <3. timmy's biological family would not be there, his mother would probably call once she heard that he got married but timmy decided to abandon that life and those people for good, and for the better tbh. the rest of the nicktoons unite crew would be there + maybe their plus one ig, but dib instead of zim, or maybe them both (zim wants to look normal so attends these events where its expected u show up yk, and dib follows bc clearly. hehe). cindy would probably arrive and agree to being a bridesmaid to show she isnt homophobic but would probably cry and/or drink in a corner the whole time </3, losing both of her boyfriend prospects at once /j

when they toss the bouquet danny is the one who catches it.. he looks over to manny and they share a flustered look while everyone else cheers <3

this is how id imagine it to go at least, there might be more sketches of this in the future i just gotta clean em up first </3. aaah this post is so long </3. told u i loved this kinda stuff SHHSHUSH !! <3<3<3

#jimmytimmy #jimmy timmy power hour #timmy turner #jimmy neutron #danny phantom #spongebob squarepants #nicktoons unite #S☆K♡#art #clip studio paint #digital art #tigerghost

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kastalani123 · 3 months

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Tbh I think Leo, Hazel, and Frank could've had such an interesting dynamic that was thrown away in favour of a love triangle because,,,,, heteronormativity, IG.

Think about it!

Hazel and Leo's powers are beautiful and beloved by their mothers — Marie partially due to greed, yes, but do not tell me she did not cup her daughter's tiny hands and tell her no stone could shine as bright as her, just as Esperanza cupped her son's chubby face and told him no fire compared to the one in his chest.

And yet, they are curses, ones that fell the ones that loved them so dearly.

Frank and Leo are the embodiment of their mothers' deaths — war, ever-shifting and unpredictable, and fire, flickering and explosive. Both deadly, so unbelievably deadly, but unavoidable and romanticized, the subject of so many paintings and songs and novels, of unhealthy fascinations that often end with death.

And yet, both their mothers fell in love with those very things, and of that love they were born, bonfires of potential.

This is not be the basis for a friendship, of course — especially not in the context of the story.

Hazel needs to remind herself: this is not Sammy. He looks like him and he acts like him and he laughs like him, but it is not him. She observes him closely to pin down the oddities, to help her differentiate them enough that she stops choking every time she must speak to him.

This is not a friendship.

Frank needs to remind himself: this is not the enemy. He will not fire a cannon at him, will not leave him to fend for himself in a fight, will not clutch his life tight and watch it crumble to ash. He observes him closely to never let him get too close, to prevent him from getting a chance to burn him, accidentally or not.

This is not a friendship.

This is not a friendship, but it is an understanding — when Leo uses a blowtorch rather than his own fire, when Hazel hurls glittering garnets at the walls and off the ship with a wail, when Frank breaks a mirror and falls apart at the sight of his bloody hands.

What is a friendship is this:

Hazel learns Leo's humour and she learns how to fit into it — not like with Sammy, never like with Sammy, but fit nonetheless. They learn to feed off each other, to encourage each other, to let loose and menace the others with maniacal laughter because they can, here on this ship, with kids no better than them. And when they're done, when they wind down and calm down, content and satisfied with working out their anger at the world — then, Leo learns to keep the engine room door open, to keep a pile of blankets and pillows in the corner, and Hazel learns to make her way into the hull of the ship, to make a nest of blankets and pillows. And he brings his schematics and tools, and she brings her sketchbooks and tools, and they work: she, humming songs from bygone days; he, rambling with no desire for an answer.

This is a friendship.

Frank learns Leo's tics, what makes him flare up or clam up or cheer up, and Leo does the same in return. They learn to work around each other, to fit together just so so as to cooperate without stepping on each other's toes. And when they finally do that, when they're not flinching or jumping or bursting at each other — then, they learn to sneak into the training room, to learn to fight in a more traditional and proper way together, to learn how to incorporate their own styles and preferences into that. And Leo brings tea and light snacks and headache medication, and Frank brings bandages and cold compresses and soft spare clothes, and they spar: he, with hammers and knives and too-sharp screwdrivers; he, with arrows and claws and daggers. After, they sit against the wall, looking over each other's scratches and bruises, coaxing each other to eat and drink a little more.

This is a friendship.

It may not be a close one, it may not be one where they check in on each other every few days after parting, it may not stay unchanged for years down the line — but it is one, and it is theirs.

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ashisgreedy · 1 year

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Garreth Weasely x F!MC

“My Fire In Your Veins”

Dragon Shifter Fantasy AU

WC: 8,200

Summary: In a world invaded by dragons, humanity's survival is a daily struggle as cities crumble. Amidst this chaos, MC encounters a dragon, but instead of violence, he transforms into a human-like man, forging a carnal connection with her.

A Monster Romance Short Story

The distant roar that echoed through the skies didn't prompt her to seek shelter immediately. Along with the other survivors, she hastily extinguished the campfire and efficiently stowed away their provisions. Each person diligently performed their role, and in no time, the campsite was dismantled, and they set off toward the nearby cave their scout had located earlier.

The dragons, though a constant presence, had yet to pose an immediate threat to them in the forest. They usually flew toward the distant side of the valley and beyond the ridge, allowing the survivors some semblance of familiarity and routine. These creatures typically found their preferred havens in elevated, expansive areas that could comfortably accommodate their entire group.

Approaching the cave, the sound of rushing air reached MC's ears, an all-too-familiar precursor to attacks. The dragon's arrival was heralded by a massive shadow blocking out the sun. A chill gripped her veins, propelling her into a frantic sprint toward the cave. Other members of the group stifled their cries, one among them already in tears as they hurriedly gathered beneath the protective canopy of the trees.

Inhaling deeply, she surged forward, arms pumping with determination as the cave entrance drew nearer. Yet, an abrupt roar from above sent her stumbling, her heart thundering in her chest. She instinctively covered her ears, bracing herself for the potential inferno of heat that could erupt from the dragon's jaws.

Its wings flapped just above and she swallowed her heart, urging her legs to push her forward just a bit faster. She glanced back, anticipating the group to be right behind her, only to find herself utterly alone. Her eyes widened, panic racing through her mind like wildfire. A desperate gaze flickered between the cave's entrance and the path she had just come, uncertainty paralyzing her. In these perilous times, being abandoned was practically a death sentence. The dragon's roar must have sent the others fleeing in the opposite direction. Inwardly cursing her oversight, frustration burned within her.

Opting to bolt toward the cave, she dashed until her calves screamed in protest. A resounding thud to her left sent her stumbling forward, her knees catching her in the fall. Her teeth clamped on her lip, stifling any outcry. A deep exhalation behind her caused her lungs to seize. The colossal presence loomed just at her back, a shiver racing down her spine. The entire forest fell into an eerie hush, as though the very trees were holding their breath.

Avoiding a glance backward, she remained immobilized by fear. A shiver coursed through her as another huff and inquisitive sniffle came from behind. Though she had never encountered one up close, her imagination conjured the sheer magnitude of their snout, an image about the size of a carriage.

With a menacing snarl, its colossal wings beat, setting leaves and branches into a frenzied whirl. She struggled to swallow past her parched throat, her hands turning numb before starting to shake.

Silence stretched for a long moment, eventually emboldening her to steal a glance. If these were her final moments, she wanted to quench her curiosity. Yet, the instant her gaze landed on the scene a wave of regret washed over her.

The dragon was massive. A hulking, spiked monstrosity shrouded in sharp garnet and gold scales sculpted perfectly to its muscular body. A single talon, the size of her entire body, was more than enough to eviscerate her.

Her stomach twisted as her head moved up its towering figure towards its face. A gasp escaped her lips as she locked with its immense slit-shaped pupils, their attention laser-focused on her. It's eyes were a swirl of greens with an obsidian core.

She recoiled as its jaws parted, a plume of smoke unfurling. This was the moment, an undeniable certainty coursing through her veins. She was about to be blasted with the hottest fire known to man, the very same that had wiped out entire forests and cities. She refused to close her eyes as she waited for sweet release.

Yet, seconds stretched into an eternity, and the Dragon seemed to exude an air of disinterest. Her brows pinched in confusion as it sat still, spiky tail lashing behind itself.

After a short while, her shoulders eased their tension. However, they tensed right back up as the Dragon began to stir, as if... shrinking? Her eyes widened in bewilderment as she watched the dragon change right before her, transforming into the shape of a human man.

Her jaw was on the floor as he ruffled his crimson curly hair and blinked until his slitted pupils transformed into round black circles. Lifting his gaze to her, an amused expression played across his features. Despite his fair complexion, his skin boasted tiny golden flecks and human-like freckles.

He took a step forward and she took a step back. It was undoubtedly a 'he', revealed by his obvious display of masculinity, with no clothing whatsoever to hide his modesty. She averted her eyes above the waist, observing as red scales seemed to dissolve as he continued to transform, giving way to sleek, unblemished skin across most of his body.

He halted, his now considerably smaller scarlet wings unfurling, stretching out broadly. The veined wings were tipped with small talon-like claws. After looking her over once more, he took another casual step forward.

The wings outstretched looked more like a warning than anything but it reminded her of male birds in the wild having bright obnoxious colors to attract a mate. It was almost funny to her how he strutted over, glowing with confidence, almost.

She didn’t run, knowing damn well she’d never make it out of the clearing. She kept her eyes glued on him and allowed him to approach us slowly as he was.

The closer he got the more obvious their size difference was. Though human-like in form, he was much larger than any average man. He towered over her, surpassing her height by several heads.

Despite her determination, she took an involuntary step back as he approached. The tree's presence behind her made her jump causing the dragon-shifter to crack a smirk.

“Um, Hello?” She said, shattering the prolonged silence. His gaze fixated on her lips, eyebrows arching in surprise. “Do you speak… English?” She tried again finding her voice wavering. The adrenaline rush that had gripped her was beginning to subside, yet her chest remained constricted.

Amusement danced in his eyes, each time she spoke, his attention seemed to linger on her lips as if intrigued. She pressed her back harder into the tree. She realized he wasn't inclined to speak or even attempt communication in any possible language he may have.

The methods of communication among the dragon species had confounded humans. Over time, it had become evident that dragons separated by vast distances could somehow coordinate attacks or migrations, despite never being observed having interacted before. This mystery had perplexed everyone, leaving their communication methods shrouded in conjecture and conspiracy theories.

His gaze intensified as he drew nearer. Leaning in, he inhaled deeply through his nose, exhaling in a lengthy sigh.

As he got closer, his outstretched wings blocked her view of the forest making her heart gallop in her chest. She felt akin to a mouse ensnared by a cat.

She cleared her throat. “Hi.” She said a bit louder than before. She waved her hand, capturing his attention. His brows knitted as he examined her hand, creases appearing on his forehead.

He looked closely at her hand as she presented it to him. She watched as his perplexity grew. He countered by extending his own hand, dwarfing hers by almost twice the size. His fingers were tipped with short, yet sharp, claw-like nails. Her mind raced, contemplating his intentions. Would he strike her down now? Perhaps a razor-sharp nail to her throat?

He glanced back at her hand, then at his own, releasing a huff through his nose as he shook his head. His gaze shifted, moving more leisurely across her form.

A thought occurred to her, was he scrutinizing their differences? There were a lot of differences actually, such as the lack of garnet scales draping her shoulders and fading into her chest. His scales mixed nicely into his pale skin, fading until none were peppering his flat stomach.

The wind picked up, evoking a groan from him as he inhaled deeply once more. His face neared hers and she could smell the forest air wafting from his body. The scent of dried rain and crisp leaves accosted her senses.

His hand lifted, gently touching her hair, careful of his claws. She remained motionless as he leaned closer, inhaling the scent of her hair. A contented sigh escaped him before he shifted his focus to her neck. There, she felt the faintest graze of his tongue, causing her to jerk away. The dragon shifter looked happy with himself as he walked to her other side with a newfound purpose.

“That was…. Nice.” She offered, an odd sensation settling over her. But, this man was holding his life in her hands. She could play nice until the opportunity for her to escape arose.

She jumped when his hand moved up the center of her back. Startled, she took several strides forward, distancing herself from him and leaving him standing by the tree alone.

“Woah, ha…” She struggled to contain her reaction, trying to avoid offending him. “That..” She shook her head and buried her face in her hands. She couldn't wrap her head around what was happening.

The shock had overwhelmed her ever since the dragon's astonishing transformation before her eyes. She wondered just how long these dragon invaders had been able to do that. Were they born with this ability?

He frowned, walking toward her again. He lifted his hand and slowly reached out to touch her face. Before his hand met her skin he paused, looking into her eyes.

It dawned on her that he was silently asking permission to touch her. She didn't know if she exactly had a real choice in the matter. In response, she nodded, allowing his hand to make contact, her face tilting into his touch as she took a deep breath.

His eyes lit up as his gentle hand cradled her face. He hummed happily, tracing down her neck and across her shoulder. Heat radiated from his skin leaving warmth in the wake of his touch. When his claw brushed against her arm, she realized it was more blunt than she had initially assumed, lacking the razor-sharp point.

She took in a deep breath, feeling his gentle touch all the way down to her hand. His gaze sought hers, and he grinned in triumph. Her brows furrowed with puzzlement, the world suddenly shifted, and her cheek met the ground. A shocked exhale escaped her, swirling dirt around her face.

His palm pressed on her head, keeping her face against the ground. She kicked out, but the motion came to an abrupt halt when he positioned his groin against her raised backside. She gulped, her fingers clenching the grass beneath her.

He ground against her, drawing her hips back into his body. The fabric of her pants acted as a barrier, dulling the sensation, but the contours of his cock were unmistakable.

She yelped when he folded his body atop hers, breath tickling her ear. He rutted against her, and she instinctively shut her eyes.

“Um? What the fuck is going on…” She asked rhetorically, knowing the dragon had no idea what she was saying.

Inhaling her scent, his heart pounded against her back. The more he ground his hips, the firmer he became against her backside.

He huffed, pulling back slightly. She watched as he raked his fingers through his curls, groaning. His gaze locked onto hers, his hand gesturing for her in a general sense.

She didn’t move, cheek still pressed to the ground as she looked back at him. Inhaling deeply, he visibly trembled. With a pointed finger, he indicated himself, then her.

MC blinked a couple of times, a span of silence stretching between them. The dragon frowned reiterating the gesture, jabbing his finger into his chest before carefully pointing at her.

“I don’t get it… You…. and me?” She gestured to herself and then to him.

The dragon's gaze intensified. He grasped her pants and, aided by his claws and strength, ripped the fabric away.

“Hey! Those were my only decent pair! Oh, Shit!”

His mouth was on her cunt, a long tongue licking a stripe the entire length from her clit to her ass.

“Oh…” Understanding struck her like lighting. “Oh no… we can’t. I-”

His hands carefully parted her cheeks as his tongue delved between her folds.

“Holy hell… what…. is happening? Do you want a …hook-up? Is that it?” A yelp escaped her as his tongue circled her opening.

She wondered whether she should allow him to have his way, let him satisfy his desires. Maybe, when he was done, he will leave her here and fly back to whatever scorched patch of earth he came from and she can find her group again.

“Fine…” The word was more of a moan. She bit her lip to stifle any sounds.

The cool breeze sent a shiver down her legs as he abandoned it to point at himself again.

“Yes, yes! Go ahead.” She indicated, pointing at herself and then at him.

His brows shot up and his eyes sparkled. An actual smile graced his lips, and he appeared... quite attractive.

“Let's get this over with, yeah?” She exhaled, her body scraping the ground as he removed the remains of her torn clothes.

He let out a low growl and placed his mouth back on her center. Years had passed since she last experienced the pleasurable touch of a man. A slap or a punch during a resource battle? Sure. But nothing that sent delightful shivers up her spine and caused her eyes to roll back.

“Damn…” She huffed, stirring up dust that settled on her face. She attempted to brush it away with her hand but was caught off balance when he spread her legs further.

She thought of the cities and entire valleys that had been decimated by hoards of dragons and their molten flames. Her own town had been among the first to fall victim to the invaders, forcing her and her family to become refugees, perpetually fleeing in search of survival.

She squeezed her eyes, feeling like a traitor as the very same enemy licked up and down the entire length of her pussy. Damn… being a traitor felt incredible. Of course, she was only doing this to create an opportunity to escape once he was finished... yeah... that was the plan.

His hands gripped her thighs and he pulled her legs apart. He purred against her slick cunt, vibrations making her squirm. How long was he going to do this for? This was looking less and less like a quick fuck and more like he was attempting to genuinely pleasure her.

“You can get on with it… you know.” She muttered, digging her nails into the forest floor. Predictably, he paid no attention to her words. After all, he hadn't uttered a single syllable, only making moans and groans of pleasure with his mouth.

His long tongue slid inside her entrance, the thick muscle stretching her out. She moaned and so did he, the vibration making her legs quake. His sounds of pleasure caught her off guard. Pulling her head back, she watched his red waves catch the sunlight as he buried his face between her legs. She squinted against the sun's brightness, then shifted her gaze back to the dim expanse of the forest ahead.

It was maddening how pleasurable it all felt. She let out a soft whimper, her cheek pressed against the ground while his groans reverberated through her, setting her body on edge.

“No one is going to believe this…” She whispered to herself. Her legs were trembling and she felt the orgasm on the horizon. “Fuck…”

His tongue moved dangerously slow, swirling around her sensitive clit. His thumbs dug into her skin, holding her core open obscenely for the taking.

She exhaled deeply, her muscles taut as the tension built.

"Alright!" she declared, pulling away before the inevitable.

The dragon growled and pulled her hips until his lips met her clit again. He sucked hard, running his tongue in circles, ravishing her with fierceness.

“Ah!” She moaned as the intensity of the orgasm throbbed in her core and spread over her body. “Oh fuck, oh fuck…” She whimpered, pushing herself back into his face, grinding eagerly.

The dragon hummed with satisfaction, licking lighter and lighter until the touch was barely there anymore.

Her legs quivered and her limbs shook as he released her, causing her to crumble onto the ground. Panting heavily, she tried to collect herself.

The dragon repositioned her hips, pulling her ass back into the air. Glancing back, she noticed the dilation of his pupils, his once-green eyes nearly engulfed by the expanses of black. He pushed his knuckle against her core, keeping his claw at bay as he pressed into the slick hole. She moaned, voice strained when his knuckle entered her.

His gaze narrowed, eyes locked on the wet mess in front of him. A blush colored her cheeks and she moved away again.

She began to turn around. “Okay okay…” She uttered. The dragon grabbed her hips, moving her back into place, on display for him. "Alright, fine... I'll stay like this," She huffed, rolling her eyes. "You're obsessed with this position…”

For the first time, the dragon shifter took himself in hand. He pumped his length keeping his eyes on her spread pussy.

Glancing over her shoulder, her eyes went wide. “You're not putting that in me, are you!?” She blurted out. He was massive, much larger than any ordinary human's cock should ever be. “It won't fit.” She added, starting to crawl away. “There’s no fucking way.”

He grabbed her hip with his free hand, holding her in place. He pressed his cock against her pussy, coating her slickness all over the tip.

“That’s not going to help… a miracle is needed.” She pleaded. He pushed the tip against her opening and started to push. “There’s no way!” She yelled “There’s no-” The tip popped inside and she squealed. Okay.. maybe there was a way.

The look of determination on his face told her he wasn’t stopping at just the tip. His teeth were clenched, both hands holding her hips in a bruising grip. He was moving slowly, carefully, as a sweat broke out on his brow.

“Please be careful! Oh, gods” She moaned, feeling the intense stretch of her insides. “I can’t…. I can't..” She whimpered. Yet, she could. Her pussy betrayed her, taking more and more of the dragon's cock until he was deep inside her. The uncomfortable stretch soon turned delicious and she cursed the sounds coming from her lips.

He groaned, thrusting into her until she took him as deep as she possibly could. Tears brimmed in her eyes. Her panting grew louder with each passing second. “It's too much… but…” She conceded, loosening her grip on the grass.

He wasn’t moving, and instead breathed deep, hands trembling as he held her hips.

She felt full, stuffed to the brim, unlike anything she’s ever experienced. She proceeded to press back into him, uttering soft whimpers. He gasped and folded over her, pressing his chest into her back. His arms were on either side of her head, caging her in. He placed tender kisses across her shoulder and neck. His body felt like a furnace. His skin held the warmth of a heating pad. As he folded over her, she began to sweat despite the cool spring air.

She took a deep inhale, her insides tremoring as her body acclimated to his size. He stayed seated deep in her as his lips moved down her neck and kissed just below her ear.

"I guess you could call this romantic," she attempted to joke. “But, we’re on the literal forest floor. Maybe if we were in a bed or-”

The sensation of sharp teeth grazing her skin sent a shiver through her. Her eyes widened when she felt them a second time. They were razor-sharp and far more pointy than his claws were. She held her breath, anticipating his next move. His kisses, coupled with the gentle brush of his teeth against her skin and his slow breath made it feel like he was working up to something.

Pain erupted from her throat in a piercing scream as his fangs penetrated her flesh. The noise sent nearby birds scattering, their wings fluttering and carrying them away from the scene. Betrayal washed over her and her initial instinct was to jerk away. He bit down harder and she stopped fighting, in fear it would cause more damage to her body. Tears clouded her eyes, and her cries reverberated through the surrounding trees.

He could easily tear out her throat or crush it in an instant. For the first time, limp and powerless between the jaws of a monster, MC understood how truly helpless she was.

A searing sensation like molten lava surged from his bite. She pleaded and begged for him to stop, but the scalding fluid seeped into her veins, causing her vision to blur. Her entire body became an inferno from within.

The burning sensation soon reached her heart. In her panic, the pounding muscle shot the molten lava out to her extremities. As it made its way up her neck, her lips tingled and burned. Her hands were engulfed, feeling as if she’d placed them atop a red-hot iron. A quivering whimper escaped her lips, betraying the fear that gripped her.

She groaned as the painful sensation started to dissipate. The heat felt comforting, almost natural, as it made its way to the tips of her toes.

All at once, his body stopped feeling like a furnace. He felt normal, almost cool even. Her sweat evaporated and the breeze in the forest became exceptionally refreshing. A deep inhale calmed her, and her flushed cheeks cooled.

Carefully, he unlatched his teeth. He tenderly licked at the spilled blood apologetically. A distant male voice reached her ears and she jerked her head to look. She wanted the help, sure, but what would a group of humans do in this situation? Also, her predicament was very… strange. The dragon’s cock was still seated inside her, she was naked, covered in dirt and the winged man licked at the wound he’d just given her.

She didn’t see anyone in the forest as she scanned the trees. Another male voice, much closer, caught her attention and she swiveled her head in all directions.

“Hello?!” She shouted.

Someone was near, and she wondered why the dragon man was not on alert. Was he not worried about them being found? Or did he simply not hear them? With the keen senses she knew the Dragons to have, the ladder sounded less plausible.

Heat rushed to the spot she was bitten and the blood stopped trickling. She tried to look, only seeing one of the punctured holes from her view. It was mending itself and at a remarkable rate. Her eyebrows rose in astonishment.

"What was that just now?" She gazed into his eyes. His pupils were slits again, but he blinked until they were circular black holes.

The man's voice came again and it was right behind her. She instinctively turned her head, finding no one there. Fantastic…, she must be losing her mind. Going insane seemed plausible, especially with the dragon shifter man in the picture. Could this all be a result of hitting her head? Perhaps it was just a dream... wasn't it?

The dragon shifter ran his finger through her hair and sighed happily. Her body had very well acclimated to the size of his cock by now. She felt a rush of endorphins race through her originating from her core.

“...like you were made for me.” A male voice echoed within her mind.

She slowly turned her gaze toward the shifter. “Did you just speak?”

“I have been.” His lips didn’t move, but she heard his voice clearly.

There was a long silence as she gawked at him. “H-how are you talking without… your mouth?”

He grinned and pressed a kiss to the spot he had bitten. ”The Draconian are a telepathic species.”

“What!?” Her mind raced. “Why couldn't I hear you before?”

His eyes shifted between hers, sporting an amused grin ”You are human.” The word 'human' wasn't exactly what he said. But the image linked to the word conveyed his meaning. ”Humans aren’t telepathic by nature.” He adds.

“Then how can I hear you now?” She murmured.

”I gave you my fires. You have been changed from the inside. Transformed.”

Her walls fluttered around the intrusion inside her. “Oh…” She was too stunned to speak, her mind struggling to grasp the reality of it all.

“What are you called?” He asked, lips brushing against the curve of her ear.

A hiss escapes her as his fangs graze her sensitive skin. A surge of fear courses through her, yet nothing comes of it.

“Why does it matter?” She says between clenched teeth. Her body trembled beneath his, ensnared like a bird in a cage by his powerful arms. Memories surface of her mother using her full name when she was in trouble, juxtaposed with the nickname her friends had coined – a name she much preferred.

”That’s a beautiful name.” His voice filled her head.

“What?! I didn’t say anything. I just… You can’t read my mind, can you?!” She eyed him in disbelief.

The dragon laughed, letting out a full-blown chuckle against her neck. ”I like how feisty you are. Yes, of course. You have my fires, I can read your mind.” He inhaled deeply against her neck. ”You smell fantastic… I could sense you from miles away.”

His words were accompanied by images that filled her mind of flowers and dewdrops on crisp green grass. Those weren’t her thoughts.

“Can… can I read yours too?”

He vocalized a hum and spoke in her head. ”Only if I let you.” He smirked, eyes half-lidded as his gaze moved over her facial features.

“How can I keep my thoughts to myself?!”

He smiled and finally pulled away. "I’ll teach you… maybe.”

“Maybe? Teach me now” She encouraged.

He laughed. ”I will teach you, in time.” He pledged, his hand gliding down her back in a comforting motion.

She was quickly growing accustomed to his voice resonating in her mind. She glanced behind her, capturing his smile illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the canopy. His fangs were only slightly longer than his regular teeth. Funny, they had felt much bigger when they pierced her skin.

He smiled even wider. ”You think I’m handsome?” His brows arched playfully.

She averted her gaze. “I’m not going to get used to the mindreading any time soon…” Thoughts of how the mind-reading would ruin her escape plans weighed heavily on her mind.

“Garreth.” His voice reverberated, drawing her away from her thoughts.

“What?” She scrunched her face.

”That is what I am called. Garreth.”

“Oh…” A tinge of remorse settled in for not asking.

”It’s all right.” His hands slid down her back, breath quickening. ”Are you ready now? You aren’t making distressed sounds anymore.” He pressed his hips forward against her ass, pushing his cock that much deeper.

"Damn it! I... Hold on!" She gasped, pressing her forehead against the ground. "Maybe I should turn around first? Lie on my back, perhaps? This position... it's hurting my knees."

Garreth narrowed his eyes. ”But this is how you mount a mate to claim them.” He said, tilting his head.

“A what!? I am not your, your mate!” She spat, attempting to pull away but failing as his hands tightened on her hips.

"You are. Your scent is perfect, just what I've been seeking all my life." The voice in her head took on a singsong tone. "And, you did agree."

“When!?” She asked, utterly flustered. A mental image flashed before her eyes. She saw herself, dirt-covered face, hair clinging to her skin, pointing at him and then to herself. “The pointing? That was… it..” Well damn, it was her telling him to just fuck her already. But she hadn't exactly signed up for being mates! “I didn’t want a full-blown mate! Just... I just thought.”

He sighed. ”I see what you thought. But, why would I want to do this…” He emphasized with a hard thrust. ”...with you only one time?”

She let out a soft whimper, her head spinning. “Okay, okay. …How long do ‘mates’ last?” She asked.

The dragon chuckled, leaning forward and trailing kisses down her spine while his hands moved up her stomach to cup her breasts. His fingers lightly caressed the soft skin, rubbing her nipples gently in small circles.

She pressed her forehead down to the ground, the scent of the earth filling her nose, and let out a long sigh. She just wished he'd started already. Her body was no longer throbbing at the intrusion and instead had prepared with extra lubricant for just the occasion.

”You’re so impatient.” His sensual voice echoed. ”But I'm ready to provide you with everything you desire, whenever you wish.”

With a firm grasp on her hips, he withdrew and thrust his cock into her.

“Ah! Oh.. my fucking gods…” Her moans vibrated into the earth.

”I love the noises you make with your mouth.” His voice sounded even but his vocal breaths told another story. He panted, pumping into her, filling her up over and over.

”Feels so good… I’m so full.” She thought in her mind. She sensed the words extending, stretching like tendrils in the void until she visualized Garreth’s face. She recognized the instant the words reached him, slotting into his mind like two puzzle pieces finally clicking together.

He moaned, thrusts getting sloppy the faster he went. His red wings beat, creating a gust of wind that tousled her hair around her face.

An image of flying took shape in her thoughts. Lush hills filled with green trees, mist filling the canopy and rising toward the morning sun. Soaring and the rush of diving toward the earth, catching oneself on the wind with outstretched wings filled her mind. With the rush coming from these visuals he was sending her, she knew he was close to release.

"You're too perfect.” His words touched her mind.

“Can we try the other position? Please. As much as I’m enjoying this…” She asked, knees pressing hard against the ground. “If you hate it, we can change back.” She sent him a vision of her on her back and him close enough to kiss her.

He said something explicit in his head she couldn't attach to an English word. He pulled out, slowly, carefully.

”Show me.” He breathed heavily, waving his hand and gesturing for her to roll over. ”I will entertain my mate’s request” He added with a proud smile.

She did, rolling until her back met the ground, feeling the tickle of grass and crushed wildflowers against her skin. She adjusted until her feet were pressing down, legs spread in front of him. “Okay, now… do it.” She urged, red coloring her cheeks.

He gazed at her with wonder. An image of herself flooded her mind. Seeing her own reflection through his eyes was otherworldly. It was as if he had a lens that made her look ethereal, illuminated by the sunlight, her hair cascading behind her. The line between his thoughts and hers blurred, and she marveled at how she appeared. She had never considered herself more than ordinary, yet in this vision, she appeared divine, almost like a goddess.

He carefully grabbed her thighs, lifting her legs off the ground as he moved closer to her. His gaze fixed on her with a sense of wonder, like a starstruck fan. He moved slowly, deliberately, lining his cock up with her entrance once more.

”Radiant, beautiful, gorgeous.” His thoughts enveloped her consciousness, painting a vivid portrait of admiration, sliding back inside her with minimal effort. "All mine”

She closed her eyes, his cock sliding and pushing against all the right spots. She tilted her head back and slid her hands up his chest, loving the way he eagerly leaned into her touch.

”I like this position.” He thought. ”I like the human way.”

She let out a sigh, watching his face drawing nearer to hers. "Kiss me," she whispered. His smile wavered, and he blinked in surprise. When he didn't respond she asked, "What? Draconians don't kiss?"

She projected an image into his mind of two people locked in a passionate kiss, followed by an image of him leaning down and meeting her lips. He blinked a few times and followed her vision, leaning down until their lips met. His movements were somewhat rigid and awkward.

She snickered, arms encircling his neck. "I suppose not. Here," she whispered, pressing her lips against his and repeating the gesture. He drank in the sensations and swiftly reciprocated the kiss. When her tongue ventured between his lips, he drew back, his gaze locked onto her mouth.

"Too much?" she inquired, concern filling her mind. She worried she’d offended him in some way.

"Not at all." He shook his head, drawing a deep breath. "I was surprised.”

She grinned up at him. “Want to try again?”

He nodded, his hand cradling her face, his gaze focused on her lips. As their mouths met, he immediately slid his tongue into her mouth. He rolled his hips, sliding deep, and pulling moans from her.

She kissed him back passionately, fingers digging into his hair. He braced himself above her, his claws sinking into the soil. He thrust faster, rocking her entire body with the movement.

As his kisses became sloppy, their teeth collided, and she felt the sharpness of his fangs. She broke the kiss, her heart racing. But he lunged forward again, his lips meeting hers with urgency.

"I won't hurt you.” His reassurance echoed in her mind.

Using her mental voice since his lips were on hers, she responded with a mental image of the bite mark and the words ”You already did!”

”I had to do that, so you could survive this claiming.”

"What!" She pulled back from the kiss, breathlessly. "What does that mean? What are you saying?" She asked him to explain, but he simply smiled.

”You needed to be the same body temperature as me, otherwise… I'd scorch you.” Lines creased his forehead. ”I don’t want my mate to die.”

“Mate… I- Okay we will circle back to that. What would cause me to get scorched?” She kept her hands on his shoulders, holding his kiss at bay.

”My body, my fluids… Your body is incompatible with me unless we share my fires.”

“Fires? Was that what was in the bite you gave me? I have so many questions…”

He nuzzled her face, inhaling deeply. "We have all the time in the world. I'll happily answer your questions day and night. I promise. But for now…” He punctuated his statement with a thrust of his hips.

She groaned and nodded. "Fine, but I want answers. All of them. Deal?"

”Absolutely, deal” His thoughts brimmed with amusement aimed at her. ”After.”

Shaking her head, she draped her arm over her eyes as he quickened his pace. He breathed heavily, peeling himself from her body and sitting back on his bent legs. He held her legs up, pushing his torso against her thighs.

”Is this good?’ He asked, his gaze scanning her face.

She peeked from under her arm. "Yes... Oh, yes... It's amazing." she whimpered.

Her legs trembled as he held them tight. She sucked in air through her teeth, hissing as he hit her in all the right spots to make her see stars. The slick wet sounds filled the air mixing with his low grunts. Every thrust, every pump pushed her body with such intensity that she felt like a ragdoll.

“So good…” Her feet dangled in the air while he supported her legs. Her stomach muscles tightened, and she reached out, clutching his arm. Her nails dug in, and despite his gentle humanoid exterior, she discovered his skin was thick and impenetrable.

"I’m going to fill you up.” The mind speak drifted into her head. She was dazed, barely registering what he said. Her mind was elsewhere as his cock pounded her senselessly.

“Close- I’m… Ah!” She moaned, core muscles flexing as her cunt throbbed.

”Yes.” The voice in her head encouraged. He moaned, pumping faster while the orgasm had her gushing out onto the forest floor.

“Holy shit!” She exclaimed, locking eyes with him in a heated exchange. His eyes were mesmerizing, like precious gemstones reflecting the purest hues of an emerald.

”You look so beautiful under me.” He said affectionately, fingers pressing into her thigh, and sharp nails scraping lines on her skin. "You're so pretty. I’ll never get tired of looking at you.” He praised.

She wasn't attempting to escape out of fear anymore. She pulled away because he was buried so deeply within her, and her inner walls felt fatigued and overstimulated. “It’s too much!” She groaned, her entire body trembling like a leaf. "Oh my..."

”I’m close, please-” He begged. ”I’m so close” He kept the same intense rhythm, lowering her legs. He leaned over her form, his arms bracing on the ground on either side of her torso. His face hovered just inches from hers.

She stopped her escape and instead, let the overstimulation become her. Gasps and grunts passed between them, his face close enough to kiss if he wasn’t fucking her so fervently. Her eyes pinched shut as a second, weaker, orgasm pulsed in her core. She whimpered, almost crying as the friction became too much. If he hadn't wrapped her in his arms, the force of his hips would have pushed her away.

Garreth praised her for keeping up with him, whispering sweet words into her thoughts. His teeth gently grazed her neck, and his tongue traced along her skin. With a single flap of his wings, a gust of wind swirled around them.

Garreth then thrust to the hilt, his body stilling. He held his breath for a moment, then his cock throbbed inside her. A searing heat filled her deep and she pinched her eyes closed, teeth gritting.

She gasped as the sensation rippled through her, her fingers digging into his back, cautious of where his wings were. She desperately pulled him closer, longing for the space between their bodies to disappear. His forehead pressed against her cheek, muscles twitching as his searing cum filled her to the brim, seeping out, and dripping onto the forest floor. He panted, arms holding her to his chest as he breathed through the last remaining throws of his orgasm.

“Garreth,” She moaned. No matter how she tried to relax, her muscles were forced to their limit with him still inside her. Her ears rang as her heart pounded in her skull.

He placed a trembling hand on her lower abdomen and pressed down. She gasped, feeling just how deep inside her he was. A whimper escaped her when he pressed again.

"You're mine.” He murmured against her ear. "I’m yours. And nothing-” He growled ”...will ever come between us.”

She cried out when he removed himself from her body. She choked on a sob, feeling her core muscles finally relax. Her thighs were covered in slickness from their combined fluids.

"You're so beautiful…” He claimed her lips in a passionate kiss.

She kissed him back, sounds of pleasure still slipping passed her lips. His strong hands cradled her face as his tongue dipped into her mouth.

“Mm, wow…” She sighed, finally catching her breath.

Their mouths met with a fierce hunger, lips pressing hard, vanishing the air from her lungs.

His hands moved all over her body, cupping her breasts with his massive palms. His thumbs ran over her nipples and she arched into his touch.

“I’m really sensitive right now.” she whimpered, placing a few soft kisses on his lips. His stamina was truly remarkable.

He smiled. "I understand.” He trailed kisses down her neck to her collarbone. "I did that to you.” He stated proudly.

"Yes, you certainly did," She agreed breathlessly.

”Time to head home soon.” He said, planting one final kiss on her cheek before moving his head between her legs in a swift motion.

“What? Home? What do you mea-!”

His tongue ran down her slit, gathering their mixed fluids. He licked and sucked between her folds, cleaning up the mess he’d made. He hummed, burying his face as close as he possibly could.

“What are you doing!?” She gasped, a moan escaping from her increasingly raspy voice.

”Cleaning you up so I can take you home.” He assured her in his mind, tongue moving up and down her wet thighs. It was a mix of ticklishness and sinful pleasure. She indulged in both, relaxing back on the soft grass.

He focused on her entrance next, moaning into her cunt, devouring her essence. She could sense his immense pleasure from the delightful thoughts that floated through his mind. His tongue repeatedly brushed against her clit and she shuddered.

Her exhausted stomach muscle contracted, and she cried out, “Okay! I’m spent! I can’t… not another one. Please!” Her hoarse voice carried a pleading tone as she pushed on his red waves, trying to move him away from her center.

He smirked, savoring one final inhale before leaning back and respecting her wish. His wings folded against his back as he stretched his arms upward and to the side.

She shut her eyes, taking deep breaths to regain her composure. Her legs closed, and she could already feel the onset of soreness in her muscles.

Garreth reclined next to her in the grass, a contented smile on his face. "You're the most beautiful mate.”

“We’re going to need to have a long conversation about that.” She remarked,

Garreth chuckled and effortlessly pulled her onto his chest as if she weighed nothing. He brushed hair away from her face, allowing her to nestle into his larger frame.

Taking a deep breath and then exhaling slowly, her eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion taking over. “Do you ever use your voice to speak?” She asked, unintentionally yawning in his face. He appeared unfazed by her less-than-polite action.

She watched him as the silence stretched. His eyes squinted like he was about to sneeze before his lips formed the sound “Ssur,” He looked pleased with himself, followed by light laughter.

“That wasn’t a word.” She struggled to hold back a laugh.

”But I spoke it with my mouth.”

“Do you even speak any language?” She asked.

"I didn't know human mates had so many questions. I will be happy to answer them all but I can’t all at once.” He stretched, keeping her nestled against his chest. "I love how curious you are. You were most definitely made for me.”

“But you will answer them eventually, right?”

”Of course,”

“Do you know anyone else with a human… well, 'mate'?”

Garreth pat her back with a small smile. “That is another question.”

Amused, she chuckled. “Oh, sorry. Okay, I’ll zip it for now. I promise. I need some rest, now…”

”First, home, then rest and cuddles, and after that, I'll satisfy your curiosity.”

“Where is-” She paused. “Never mind... Another question…”

”This is our home.” He projected images into her mind— a mountainside with a cavernous opening in its flank.

“That's… high.” She gazed up at the sky, the images from her mind blending with the real world.

”Those humans you were with, they abandoned you.” His words were laced with annoyance. "I will not do that. I won’t leave you here alone. Especially since you don't have claws to defend yourself.”

“How did you know there were other people?” She asked curiously.

”I could smell them nearby when I found you.”

Her face scrunched in annoyance. They were close by, after all, just hiding like cowards and leaving her to die. She honestly couldn’t blame them, unsure of what she would have done in that same situation.

"I promise to take care of you.” His fingers tenderly followed the curve of her jawline. "I will provide you with anything you could possibly need. And, I will strive to give you everything you want.”

Through their mental bond, she believed every word he said. He forged his fires in her veins, binding them mentally, emotionally, and physically. Now, their connection was complete, making her just as much his as he was hers.

With care, Garreth helped her sit up. He followed suit, rising to his feet. "We both need to freshen up and have a warm meal.” He brushed dirt off himself.

The thought of food made her stomach rumble. “I’m starving…” She didn’t know the last time she had a proper meal.

His smile widened. "I know... I've seen your thoughts full of bread and cheeses.” He extended a hand to help her stand.

“My clothes…” She looked around at the tattered cloth. “They’re… unsalvageable.”

Garreth furrowed his brow. "I will get you more.” He assured. "Now, I must transform to take us back. Will you be comfortable riding in my hand?”

She looked down at his humanoid hand with uncertainty. “Um…”

Garreth's laughter resonated in his chest. ”My Draconian hand is much larger. You will fit in the palm of it. Don’t worry. Can I shift now? Will you be okay?” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, gaze on hers.

She could feel his worry clouding her mind. There had been a load of anxiety the last time she saw his dragon form.

She nodded finally. "Yes. I’m ready.”

Garreth took several steps back, pupils changing to slits before his skin erupted into gleaming garnet scales. With a resounding roar, his body expanded, reshaping itself into the colossal dragon that had previously frightened her.

”You're safe.” He reassured her mentally. "It's still me.” He took one large step toward her, the ground rumbling with the weight of his limbs.

She willed herself to stand her ground, reminding herself that this was Garreth—the man, or rather dragon, who had claimed her, who had promised protection and care.

Garreth extended one massive, claw-tipped hand, waiting patiently. His breathing was much louder, punctuated by intermittent gruff sounds.

Summoning her courage, she stepped forward, hand gliding over thick red scales until she nestled within his palm. He patiently waited for her to find a good position, securing herself in place by clasping onto one of his massive digits.

Garreth gradually closed his fingers, cradling her against his chest as though holding a precious jewel.

"Hold on tight. I’ve got you, okay?”

"Okay.” Poking her head out of his hand, she watched as he limped on three limbs to the clearing.

As the dragon prepared for flight, his wings unfurled with a sound like distant thunder. Garreth’s wings stretched out with an astonishing span, each membranous expanse flexing as he eyed the sky. With a powerful thrust, he launched himself into an open expanse. Each mighty stroke of his wings sent shockwaves through the air, leaving behind a whirlwind that ruffled the trees. She held onto his digit, feeling safe and tucked away against his hard chest.

He broke through the canopy, leaving the spot where they met behind. In flight, his wings pumped fiercely, propelling them forward. The wind and his wings were a harmonious bond between raw strength and the sky, a union that was nothing short of breathtaking. He adjusted fluidly, tilting to catch currents and riding the winds effortlessly. His body cast a massive shadow on the ground below.

As she peaked out from under his claws, she looked down and the open air made her stomach drop. She gripped his fingers tightly, a chill rushing through her that had nothing to do with the wind whipping past. He sent her images of his home again, a cozy cavern in the mountain. She saw a small room with a large bed made out of piles and piles of blankets, a desk with books and quills, and a bookshelf stuff with more trinkets than books.

The wind roared in her ears, drowning out all other sounds. Pressed against his chest, she could feel the dragon's muscles working in rhythmic harmony, each beat of his wings translating into a forward surge, propelling them higher and higher. The landscape rolled and undulated beneath them, a living canvas painted with forests, rivers, and mountains.

With every powerful stroke of the dragon's wings, she felt weightless, suspended between earth and sky. It was as if gravity itself had loosened its grip. Among all these things was the undeniable sense of freedom.

And then, gazing into the infinite horizon, she felt a sense of unity with the dragon, with Garreth— in addition to the bond they already forged. She marveled at the world from a perspective reserved for the extraordinary, recognizing that this was a moment that would forever etch itself into her mind.

Thank you for reading!

I want to say this is the longest fic I have ever written in all my years in various fandoms. I am shocked it came out this massive, but it is fitting given the content lol.

Drop a comment and let me know what you think! I’d love to hear your thoughts on this labor of love.

Masterlist is in my bio. || Cross-posted on Ao3

#garreth weasley #weasley wednesday #garreth weasley x mc #hogwarts legacy

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Codebearers by The Miller Brothers (2008-2010)

After one of his infamous pranks backfires, Hunter unexpectedly finds himself in possession of an ancient book and key. Little does he know the mysterious book is a gateway to Solandria, a supernatural realm held captive by the Shadow. In Solandria, Hunter joins forces with the Codebearers, a band of highly trained warriors who form the Resistance to the Shadow. But before he can complete his training in the ways of the Code of Life, Hunter is sent on a mission far more dangerous than he ever bargained for. Now with his life in peril and the future of Solandria hanging in the balance, Hunter is headed for a showdown with the Shadow and a battle to save his soul from a fate worse than death! Is Hunters knowledge of the Code deep enough to uncover the secret of the Shadow, or will the truth be more than he can bear?

Merovingen Nights by C. J. Cherryh (1985-1991)

Merovin, the world the C. J. Cherryh built, a low-tech, inhospitable planet where the human survivors of a colony nearly destroyed by an enigmatic alien menace still dwell, salvaging what they can, while awaiting the return of the alien menace or rediscovery by the Terrans who abandoned them in that long-ago terror.

And in Merovingen, the fantastic canal city, where the wealthy and powerful reside in the highest towers, and beggars, spies, thieves and boaters like Altair Jones ply the highly polluted interlacing waterways below, intrigue, thievery and revolution are the very breath of life. And now with the Festival of Scouring approaching, C. J. Cherryh has invited some of today's finest writers into Merovignen, to weave together this tale of Festival Moon, a time of mystery and murder, of power games both high and low, a Festival after which this world will never be quite the same again...

Dragonlance: The New Adventures by Tim Waggoner (2004-2008)

Nearra does not know who she is or where she lives, but she does know one thing: someone wants her dead. Her only hope lies leagues away, in an ancient temple, where healing clerics may be able to restore her memory.

A helpful young ranger, a failed warrior, a sneaky elf, and a kender wizard offer to accompany Nearra on her journey. She soon learns her newfound friends have secrets of their own. As goblins, an angry minotaur, and a vicious green dragon attempt to stop them at every turn, friendships are tested and all of if may come to ruin from the one Nearra trusts the most.

Creature Court by Tansy Rayner Roberts (2010-2018)

A war is being fought in the skies over the city of Aufleur. No one sees the battles. No one knows how close they come to destruction every time the sun sets.

During daylight, all is well, but when nox falls and the sky turns bright, someone has to step up and lead the Creature Court into battle.

Twelve years ago, Garnet kissed Velody and stole her magic. Five years ago, he betrayed Ashiol, and took his powers by force. But now the Creature Court is at a crossroads … they need a Power and Majesty who won’t give up or lose themselves in madness …

Spellbound by Vivian Vande Velde (1997-1998)

Welland was less than a slave. Slaves are human, and he was wolf, allowed to assume human form only when it suited the sorceress Daria.

Daria kept an army of changelings mostly wolf but some lynx or weasel, a bear or two, and at least one rat. She used them to hunt and kill. And sometimes to pretend to be human, so she could pretend to be a lady.

Weiland hated the lie almost as much as he hated the truth. Then he met a burglar, a thief named Shile, who offered to help him steal what he had never owned. His own troubled soul...

Welkin Weasels by Garry Kilworth (1997-2003)

Long ago, long before Sylver the weasel was born, the humans all left Welkin. Now life for a weasel—under the heavy paw of the vicious stoat rulers—is pretty miserable (unless you happen to be a weasel who likes living in a hovel and toiling all hours for the benefit of the stoats).

It's certainly not enough for Sylver. Or for his small band of outlaws, both jacks and jills. but slingshots and darts can only do so much against heavily-armed stoats and life as an outlaw has a fairly limited future (probably a painful one, too). That's when Sylver comes up with his plan—a heroic plan that could destroy the stoats' reign of power for ever. He will find the humans, and bring them back to Welkin! And the first step is to follow up a clue from the past—a clue that lies in a place known as Thunder Oak...

Evergreen by Devin Greenlee (2024)

All seventeen-year-old Quill wants is a break from the family business. Flowers, plants, the generations-old garden. What he wouldn’t give for a taste of the outside world. Normalcy. But his mom won’t let him out of the house, telling him he’s just not ready…

All because he’s a dryad. Well, not just any dryad, but a male dryad—the first ever. And unlike everyone else in his family, he hasn’t a lick of magic. Just a shock of green hair, matching green eyes, and a growing frustration that there’s an entire world out there waiting to be discovered. Until the night when the outside world—specifically his new neighbor—discovers him.

Liam Watson lives in a culture filled with electronics, mobile devices, and social media—where there is no magic or even the belief in it. And as much as Quill finds Liam irritating (he’s so cute it’s annoying), he can’t help himself.

Now Quill’s getting a taste of the outside world and of Liam…and he wants more. But all is not well in this magical, urban garden, and someone—or something—is changing the very essence of it.

And wherever Quill goes, the danger grows…

Unicorns of the Mist by R. R. Russell (2013-2014)

Deep in the heart of a mist-shrouded island, an impossible secret is about to be discovered.

Twig is used to feeling unwanted. Sent to live on a pony ranch for "troubled" girls on a misty, haunted island, Twig is about to discover the impossible — someone who needs her. Jolted awake from a bad dream, Twig follows the desperate whinny of a terrified horse out to the stables. There in the straw is a bleating little scrap of moonbeam. A silver-white filly with cloven hooves and a tiny, spiraling horn.

A baby unicorn.

Now Twig knows what secret is hiding in the island's mist: the last free unicorn herd. And a mysterious boy named Ben who insists that this impossible creature is now Twig's to care for. That she needs Twig's love and protection. Because there's something out there in the deep, dense shadows that's hunting for them...

Chronicles of Avilesor by Sara A. Noe (2020-2021)

Cato is the only true half-human, half-ghost hybrid in existence. He's powerful and unique with two divine powers instead of one.

The United States government believes he is the key to developing a devastating weapon that will give humankind an advantage when war inevitably erupts between the Human Realm and Avilésor, the Ghost Realm.

After being an unwilling test subject in Project Alpha for two years, Cato and the rest of his "lab-family" survive a transport accident to find themselves stranded and powerless in the middle of the wilderness. Hunted every step of the way by ghostly Shadow Guards with supernatural abilities and human Agents desperate to recapture their prisoners, the eight young fugitives are drawn to Cato's hometown where the Rip between Realms connects the worlds.

Cato wants nothing to do with his past, but as his enemies close in, he realizes he's willing to do anything to protect his lab-family . . .

. . . even kidnap the daughter of a ghost hunter and make a dangerous deal to become a mercenary.

Knights of Liofwende by Garry Kilworth (2002-2004)

Faerieland. It's like a reflection of your world... a warped reflection. And Jack has just stumbled right into it - with a whole lot of trouble on his tail. Trolls, goblins, ogres and giants ... all after one thing. But Jack's got no clue what. He needs some allies, like now. A wizard maybe. Or a High Fairy. Someone who can do serious magic. Someone who can help him get home. Anyone. Just not a dreamy young boggart named Spiggot...

#best fantasy book #poll #codebearers #merovingen nights #dragonlance: the new adventures #creature court #spellbound #welkin weasels #evergreen #unicorns of the mist #chronicles of avilesor #knights of liofwende

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Over the years, I've collected some headcanons about Ishimondo:

• Kiyotaka can say “I love you” at a completely unexpected moment in a conversation, even if it is the MOST inopportune moment. All for the reason “I thought about what an interesting person you are. As a result, I concluded that I love you very much.” Owada constantly falls into a stupor because of this (God forbid he hears this while driving a bike).

This also applies if they were just bros. Only “bro” was added to “I love you.”

Meanwhile, Mondo VERY rarely says anything cute. Owada is more of a tactile person.

• The two may start hugging each other. Long and tight, until at a certain moment they mentally begin to argue “who will hug you tighter.” This ends with Kiyotaka's half-broken back and Mondo almost strangled. They have not yet learned to hug each other tenderly

• Everyone in this world needs affection, even the rudest guys in the world. The stereotype about the cute hobbies of menacing bikers did not escape Owada. We all know that he loves dogs, especially cute ones like his old pet Chuck. Most of the time, Mondo is seen as being aggressive and such, but one certain day in the month, he becomes, well, REALLY loving, and he can't do anything about it. He himself knows this very well and therefore skips school during such a period. This happened too often and suspiciously in Kiyotaka's opinion, and therefore, despite all his fears and morals, he decided to find out what Owada was really doing. It turned out that at such moments, he goes to dog shelters, buys huge bags of food for them, and, in return, asks volunteers to cuddle puppies. And it really works! Some workers even remember Mondo and are happy to see him. After such an “exposure”, Owada will ask not to tell anything like that to the others because it “does not suit his image” and Ishimaru will understand him. And now Mondo can share his impressions of cute dogs with his bro. In the future, during such periods, Owada will begin to show attention not only to the puppies but also to the Moral Compass himself.

• Meanwhile, Ishimaru experiences almost the same thing, but in reverse: One week a month (usually the week of exams), the guy becomes TOO nervous, which makes some people suspect that he will be ready to kill a delinquent right in the corridors of the Academy.

And it will be a lot of fun if Mondo and Kiyotaka have their weird periods coincide at the same moment.

• I have already written a couple of times that Kiyotaka loves white, mints and pearls.

• Kiyotaka has very little imagination, and therefore he writes his essays as documents.

Mondo has no problems with this; in principle, literature comes easily to him. He's just too lazy to read the classics.

• Kiyotaka prefers not to have animals, because they require precious time, but fish would be the best option for him. He would carefully study the issue according to their content. As it were, fish do not need to devote as much time as cats or dogs, you just need to allocate one day a week (for example, weekends) for cleaning the aquarium and literally a couple of minutes a day for feeding the fish.

• Kiyotaka, unnoticed by himself, speaks much more quietly around people dear to him. Because he knows that they will always hear him.

• Mondo's favorite time of year is summer. It’s warm in the summer, bike season, it’s easier to build something in the summer (he wants to become a carpenter), both he and his best friend have summer birthdays.

• As a child, Mondo was a fan of strong women (Undyne from Undertale, Garnet from Steven Universe, etc)

Well... That's all for now. Thanks for reading!

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𝐈𝐋𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐒 pt. 2/3

⌈ OBEY ME LUCIFER x OC ⌋

(n.) vision, apparition, manifestation; phenomenon, spectacle, sight; (religion) revelation

CONTENT WARNINGS: CORRUPTION KINK · DUBCON · ROLEPLAY · DARK-ish · RELIGIOUS THEMES · CREEPY · CONSENSUAL · PARANORMAL-ish · SEXUAL THEMES · CHURCH

Word count: 2654 words

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Ahahaa... I promised I'd post part 2 today, so here you are. I know we all wanna see more Lucifer <3 I tried my best to keep him as in-character as I could. I will say things get mighty dark, so tread carefully ig.

Have fun with part 2. Cha cha <3

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“What an amusing, little human you are…”

She flinches out of terror, eyes perilously searching for the source of the sinister voice. Sister Destiny gasps unexpectedly when she spots movement in her peripheral vision, the contour of an outrageously tall man catching her attention as he grimly steps through the abyss of darkness to enter the hazy light.

The dull vermilion glow of the various candles wavers around the outline of the stranger’s supernatural body. Defining his sharp, triangular jawline, the crisp rims of his mesmerizingly dark wings, and shimmering off of his curled horns that emerge from the sides of his dark-haired head. Standing before Sister Destiny is a fearsome man possessing four, raven-colored, feathered wings and menacing horns that sprout from his head and curl forward; a prominent, black, diamond mark plastered on the center of his forehead.

Naturally, Sister Destiny stumbles back, putting distance between herself and this unearthly stranger—no—entity. She gulps and instinctively swats her hand down to the rosary beads that hang off her rope belt. The nun stares in horror, hurriedly inspecting this supernatural being only for her gaze to glue itself to the two pairs of wings he owns, watching as they flutter the moment she focuses on them. She’s seen this man before amongst pages out of a traditional exorcists’ book, the illustration of his wicked, four wings—that were previously six—and his elliptical horns glued in her mind as it displayed the image of this entity gruesomely pulling a soul from his victim’s body.

Lucifer was the name written in unmistakably bold letters.

As this realization dawns on Sister Destiny, her hand falters over the rosary beads that tenderly rattle from the subtle movement.

“I’m glad you, at least, recognize who I am,” he speaks up, black-garnet eyes gleaming with a malevolent shine.

“Y-You-… You can’t be…” breathes out the nun who trembles while stepping back.

“Oh, but I am, little lamb,” uttering out the words with a wicked grin, Lucifer starts to tread further out from the shadows, making it apparent that he intends to stalk her down.

Sister Destiny sharply inhales, desperately turning around and hoping to flee from the apse of the cathedral. Her faith in escaping is easily crushed when a painfully strong grip wraps around her bare wrist, restraining her from leaving the apse. The strength in his mere fingers as they curl around her wrist is enough to make Sister Destiny whimper fearfully, her pulse rising.

“I can’t have you leaving just yet. I haven’t even gotten to the part where I devour your soul,” his menacing voice taunts her, a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest.

“M-My soul?”

“Indeed. Your soul,” he answers, eyes darkening upon meeting with her terror-stricken ones. “It’s—by far—one of the purest I’ve ever come across.”

Sister Destiny pathetically tugs at her seized arm, her voice slipping past her lips in a thread of frightened whines and whimpers.

“N-No, please! You can’t-!” Laments the small woman, her auroral eyes glistening with a layer of tears that tease the borders of her eyelids.

Lucifer’s gloved hold on her delicate wrist tightens, pulling her closer to him despite her struggle against him. He stares down at the teary-eyed woman, amused by her pleads and desperate cries of resistance. It’s been ages since he’s found a soul worth tormenting before devouring it, always disappointed by the performances his previous victims exhibited: unintelligible babbling, continuous wet pleadings, repeated ‘Nos’ or ‘Pleases’ that would only aggravate him, and the rare occasions of his victims fainting the second they spotted him—those were rather entertaining.

Still, the current performance he’s been blessed to witness keeps him enthralled; having this fragile, pure, and unintentionally bewitching woman right in his hands enticing him even further. Even so, it’s been awhile since…

“Oh? Why not, little lamb?” he inquires, leaning down to nearly invade her personal space.

Sister Destiny’s breath hitches, not expecting the demon to get so close to her without warning her—regardless, she doubts he would’ve. Her eyelids flutter, glossy, wet lashes batting against her cheeks as she looks up at his intimidating face.

“I-… I’m still a novitiate! I haven’t finished my journey in becoming a-a full-fledged nun! Please, don’t hurt me!” she begs Lucifer, a tear slipping down her porcelain cheek and shining in the dim glow of the surrounding candles.

His grip scarcely loosens.

“A novitiate, you say?” Lucifer’s naturally bitter eyes shine, either from the intrigue or the hazy flames swaying in all the lit candles, it remains unclear. “How stirring,” he teases her, wickedly grinning.

Lucifer takes a deep breath, sighing as if it’s second-nature to him—which it, ironically, is after living in a household full of six troublesome brothers—and fixes his gaze back onto the woman whose cheeks are stained with one or two salty, wet trails. His red, leather gloved hand that does not tightly clasp Sister Destiny’s wrist reaches out to her porcelain face, ignoring the way she flinches upon meeting her supple cheek with his palm. As he caresses her cheek with an uncharacteristic softness, he swipes the broadness of his thumb across her skin, effectively wiping her tears and neglecting the way she gawks up at him with bewilderment.

Such pliant flesh… His previously rounded eyelids lower themselves, drawing a line across his iris.

Sister Destiny stands in front of Lucifer with agape eyes, staring up at him as if he is God Himself in the flesh. However, she finds herself progressively relaxing in his tender hold as peculiar as it may be. She feels him wipe away her tears, stretching her unblemished skin ever so lightly until the leather of his glove withdraws itself from her. Part of her aches for him to keep it there, but the thought quickly vanishes.

“What else do you have to offer, then, little lamb? Something as valuable as that priceless soul of yours.”

“M-Mmh?” Sister Destiny blinks, not expecting him to speak out of the blue.

Lucifer chuckles in an almost bitter tone, “I can’t just let you go without getting something offered in return. If not your soul, then any other valuable of yours can suffice for now,” he suggests, black-garnet eyes reflecting the vermilion hue of the candles around them.

“I-… I don’t have any money, o-or-”

“Your body should meet the requirement.”

She stutters for a moment, cheeks uncontrollably flushing, “Exc-Excuse me?”

Lucifer, unlike the flustered novitiate, solemnly gazes down at her, eyebrows remaining neutral while his grip is firm around her wrist. His appearance alludes sternness, but his mind is clouded with a raging hunger that could rival his second youngest brother’s gluttony.

Typically a prideful one—as his title suggests—Lucifer could never find himself succumbing to lust, especially for an inferior human as they all were relatively the same—both in habit and in spirit. This certain human, however, is unmistakably different, and he knew it the instant he saw her entering the cathedral. From her virtuous soul that gleams like the brightest and most polished of jewels—which would most certainly catch the eye of his excessively greedy, sixth youngest brother—to her intoxicatingly innocent eyes that practically beg to be tainted with sin, it is clear to Lucifer, Avatar of Pride, that this human isn’t like the other dull ones he’s come across in his devastatingly long life.

His gaze darkens lustfully, fingers that tightly wrap themselves around Sister Destiny’s wrist massaging her exposed skin by firmly pressing into it.

“You’re still a virgin, correct?” the demon inquires.

“W-Wait, you’re going to-”

“Take it, yes,” he interjects, pulling her closer while listening to her yelp in a helpless tone.

Sister Destiny, even if she uses all of the strength she can muster, stands no chance against resisting Lucifer’s firm grasp that tugs her toward him. She yelps, albeit feebly, discovering herself to be pressed stiffly against Lucifer’s chest, eyes batting up at him in brief awe. The petite woman, who stands at a devastatingly short height compared to the demon of pride, feels a warm and strong hand settling on the back of her waist, breath cutting off when his thumb massages a firm circle near the front of her gut.

Wh-What’s he doing? He’s touching me! He-… He shouldn’t be touching me!

Sister Destiny squirms in his hold, tenderly mewling while she presses her liberated palm against his chest, pushing on his ribs that are covered by a layer of black fabric with golden buttons, keeping his waistcoat closed.

“Wait! P-Please, let me go! I can’t do this!” pleads the novitiate, squirming and resisting against the undoubtedly more powerful demon who merely gazes down at her with amusement.

No, no, no, no! I-I’m unmarried! I can’t go through with this! Sister Destiny’s tanzanite eyes begin tearing up once again, the fear of having her purity stripped from her by this foul being mortifying her.

“I’m afraid you only have two options, little lamb. Your body, or your soul,” Lucifer utters precariously, leaning over Sister Destiny with his black-garnet eyes darkening. He stares down at the frightful woman like she’s inferior to him—red, leather gloved hand tense around her quivering wrist. “It’s your choice.”

“But… But I-… I’ve never… ha-had intercourse,” Sister Destiny hesitantly confesses in a tame voice.

Her cheeks involuntarily turn crimson, heat rushing to her ears covered by the black veil. Never has she declared such words so openly before, and it regards the subject that’s flustered her many times in the past. Oftentimes, Sister Destiny would hear the other novices at the academy speak about their personal experiences with sexual intimacy, brought to bashfulness when asked of her chastity. She always felt a hint of humiliation for not being able to relate to what the other women spoke about, but also wondered if they were truly pursuing a passage that led to becoming a full-fledged nun.

“Oh, he always struggles to fit in, at first, but the orgasm he gives me makes it worth it,” as one of the nuns-in-training said ever so blatantly. The woman was grinning when the other novices hummed or chuckled, hints of sympathy detected in their voices.

“My lover hardly spends time on foreplay. Always insists that he’ll last more than ten minutes, too, but he can hardly make it to five,” another woman groaned, shaking her head in disapproval.

“F-Foreplay?” Destiny spoke out, facial expression altering into one of curiosity.

“Hmmm?” a woman turned her head to Destiny, eyebrows rising and lips slightly parting in realization. “Wait, Calyx, are you a virgin?”

The woman whose hair is a white to blue-gradient color flinched and immediately felt a surge of heat dusting her cheeks—ignorant to the way her ears also flared a bright red hue. Humility stirred within Destiny yet she saves face by gently puckering her lips and wrinkling her eyebrows together.

“M-Maybe I am! Is that… a-an issue?”

The young nuns-in-training simply cackled in entertainment, reveling in the fact one of the youngest women in there was a virgin.

“No, no! It’s not an issue at all! Just that we expected someone as strangely innocent as you to be keeping your fantastical sex life a secret, but I suppose you can’t keep that a secret if you don’t even have one!”

More spurts of laughter broke out. The women eventually returned to their odd conversation concerning their pleasures and sexual habits, leaving Destiny struck with humiliation as she turned away.

“That shouldn’t be too big of a problem,” Lucifer’s voice speaks up, briefly startling the short woman whose eyelids flutter repeatedly.

He watches as Sister Destiny returns to reality and anxiously looks up at him with those compelling, tanzanite eyes. The demon feels as though if he gazes into them long enough, he’ll see all of her memories, expose all of her secrets, read all the thoughts that run rampant in her opulent mind, maybe even witness her fantasies and darkest desires. Merely envisioning what kind of sinful desires that the novitiate is forcing herself to hide further ignites the raging fire within Lucifer’s chest, his heart squeezing tightly and his breath coming in sharply.

I have to taint her. I have to.

Sister Destiny subconsciously mewls at the feeling of Lucifer’s palm gradually sliding down her waist until the side of his pinky brushes over her golden rope belt. She trembles as the weight of his fingers slither over the rope belt, eventually grazing against the knot keeping the accessory in place around her waist. Her eyelids close themselves shut, timidly exhaling through her nose the moment his gloved hand dexterously works the knot to loosen, successful in releasing it and tenderly pulling it away from her waist. Sensing the tightness of her rope belt withdraw from her waist, Sister Destiny opens her eyes again to fix her gaze on Lucifer who holds up the belt, spotting her rosary beads in his clasp.

“How charming,” he mocks with a spiteful chuckle escaping his lips.

As if to display the irony of the sacred object in his hand, Lucifer manipulates the beads with his fingers to easily slide it on his wrist, now wearing it as a bracelet.

Before Sister Destiny can object to his actions, Lucifer drops the belt with a thunk—echoing loudly, no doubt—and seizes her face, fingers sternly pressing into the plushness of her fair-skinned cheeks with his palm settled on the underside of her chin. Her pulse accelerates madly the moment she feels his lips clash with hers, her softness in sync with pride in the flesh. With eyes that remain wide out of the abruptness she’s unable to foresee, Sister Destiny feels enchanted by the compelling sensation of this horned man’s lips against hers, slowly shutting her eyes and unconsciously leaning in.

Lucifer keeps his grasp on Sister Destiny’s face firm and unmoving, appeased by her leaning closer to him. He can sense the hesitation she has in her attempt to kiss him in return, his very own limbs shuddering with a hunger that rages like a destructive fire, burning his skin and igniting the arousal that surges through his toned body.

She feels like a delicate flower against him, her pulse beating quickly—from the rush of excitement for her first kiss, no doubt. Holding such a fragile, angelic, and small human against himself feels both exhilarating and shameful in of itself; His very nature is to be an immoral demon of pride, meant to terrorize humans and angels alike only to mercilessly devour their souls. In spite of this fact, however, Lucifer can’t find it in himself to deny just how deeply infatuated he is by her.

He originally intended to terrorize the novitiate when he first caught sight of her entering the cathedral, automatically noticing the genuine and unblemished soul she possessed. As he had watched her fulfill her duties, he could never help but focus so attentively on her positively intoxicating body—aching for the moment he’d be able to get his hands on her.

When the distinctly tall demon pulls himself away, Sister Destiny tenderly gasps for air, her porcelain cheeks evidently flushed a hot red pigment. Because of Lucifer’s tight grasp on her cheeks, Sister Destiny is unable to open her jaw all the way, simply left leaning against his broad chest in a state of disorientation. She has never kissed anyone before, and, now, the Avatar of Pride stands before her having stolen it from her only seconds ago. The memory of feeling his slightly rough lips against hers brings out an emotion Sister Destiny is not familiar with, her legs quivering beneath the dress. Her heart rate increases the more she dwells on the kiss.

She can hear Lucifer attempt to stifle his heavy breathing, only coming out as a shudder which grabs her attention.

“I need you to get on your knees, little lamb,” in a naturally intimidating and sincere voice, Lucifer instructs Sister Destiny on her next move.

𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝… (2/3)

#obeyme #lucifer obey me #canon x oc #lucifer #obey me x mc #treadin on some smut material #omlucifer #i hope this is the start of my smut tumblr career #shameless simp

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iobartach · 1 year

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@executiioner asked; ❛ fucking hit me already. ❜

darker vibes prompts

For a crucial minute, no action is taken. Arms remain by his sides, broad profile contrasting with her even wider stance. Instead of speaking, of rising to the verbal challenge put to him, he holds his own council, does not immediately take the bait that her words present, nor offer rebuttal in return. Yet, his physical form crafts its own story, even at a standstill. It speaks of a man caught on tender hooks, someone who is alarmingly close to lashing out, despite telling himself not to.

"Don't push it." The warning seeps from him in a hoarse whisper, hesitant to lend his own voice its usual volume. Uttered as much for her benefit as well as his own, on close up inspection, a vein can be seen pulsing prominently in a strained neck, mirroring the mounting pressure building within him. Fit to boil over, his acts of self-restraint would not be enough to thwart the rise of his hand, nor prevent the sudden jolt and resounding impact that follows as he swiftly steps forward and strikes out, burying a set of claws into the steel wall adjacent to her head.

Trapping himself with such a move, he adjusts his head to look down at her, his jaw wired shut by pain as the force of impact sends shockwaves darting up and down his arm. Not willing to relent, he'd hold this position for some time, loosening only when he tried to match her gaze, a sight that saw garnet hues wax with a menace usually reserved for foes and not... friends?

"You won't get a second warning."

#executiioner #verse; trasnaigh an rubaicón #answered prompt #ssooo i tried to make this /tense/ 🥴#but m an do i suck at giving stuff to mig to say lmao #my bad!!!

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waiting-on-a-dream · 1 year

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𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐜𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐰𝐬𝐭 (𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲)

Author's notes:

The SD picrew has limited choices, so the pictures aren't very accurate to what I have in mind. :P

In true Xenon fashion, he has some insight into the prisoners' crimes and gives them nicknames based on their motive and/or feelings towards said crime. There's a clue of you guys~

Ichiro ♡

Other names:

Cuttlefish (Floyd)

Monsieur Unbothered (Rook)

Calcite (Slyvan)

Lover (Xenon)

Homeland: Rose Kingdom

Dorm: Ignihyde

Family:

Unnamed mother

Unnamed step-father

Appearance

Eye colour: Denim blue

Hair colour: Light brown

Race: Human

Uniform: He chooses not to wear makeup and his dorm vest. He wore his blazer at first, but lost it after a while and started wearing a cardigan instead. He also tried to wear his tie properly at first, but found it too tight and uncomfortable, so he wears it loose all the time now. He finds his red sneakers perfectly fine for a school setting and wears them everyday (even if some people might disapprove).

School information

School year: First

Class: 1C (Student no. 4)

Best subject: Art

Club: Board Game Club

Fun Facts

Dominant hand: Left

Likes: Keiko (his stuffed koala bear), watching clouds, lo-fi music

Dislikes: Being ignored, his stepfather, not being able to draw the picture in his head clearly

Favorite Food: Mochi

Least Favorite Food: Mint candy

Hobby: Drawing

Talents: Spacing out

Unique Magic: Pop up - He can conjure the non-living things he draws (up to scale) into existence for a short period of time. This works for food and drink as well, delicious taste and all.

Trivia

He keeps Keiko (stuffed koala) in his school bag, so he carries his bag with him wherever he goes.

He would have joined an art club if there was one, but there isn't one, and he isn't interested in founding a club.

He can't play board games that require strategy or critical thinking because they're so much work. As such, Idia is often his board game partner during club meetings.

Akane ♡

Other names:

Pufferfish (Floyd)

Mademoiselle Peppermint (Rook)

Garnet (Slyvan)

Justice (Xenon)

Homeland: Land of Pyroxene

Dorm: Savanaclaw

Family:

Unnamed father

Unnamed mother (diseased)

Appearance

Eye colour: Sienna brown

Hair colour: Robin egg blue

Race: Human

Uniform: She wears her signature red hairband and forgoes makeup. Her uniform is surprisingly put together despite her rough personality, ironed neatly with everything in its proper place. She chooses to wear a long skirt and knee-length black socks, keeping most of her skin covered because she claims she feels cold easily.

School information

School year: Second

Class: 2C (Student no. 16)

Best subject: Ancient Curses

Club: Horse-Riding Club

Fun Facts

Dominant hand: Right

Likes: Woolly sweaters, patterned band aids, helping others

Dislikes: Feeling cold, getting angry, people who look away

Favorite Food: Red bean bun

Least Favorite Food: Baguette

Hobby: Watching action movies

Talents: Tiptoeing (So quiet even she can't hear herself)

Unique Magic: Avert your eyes - She can direct the attention of her target to a (physical) thing. She can take on multiple targets at once. A small amount of blot accumulates every time she activates her UM and for every second she uses it.

Trivia

Her horse is a reddish-brown mare she named "Poppy".

She got angry the first time she met Floyd and reminded him of a pufferfish blowing itself out to look more menacing, hence the nickname. How ironic, since pufferfish are her favourite animals. Not that she would ever tell Floyd.

She gets along with Silver well because he's one of the few people she knows that don't piss her off. Well, its not like anyone could be on bad terms with someone as sincere and considerate as him.

#prisoner 001: kanai ichiro #prisoner 002: kobayashi akane #ueueueueue xenon's nicknames for them 😭😭😭

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kamesama · 9 months

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— dairokuten-maō: ryōmen sukuna.

— notes + warnings: n/sfw because suggestive. romanticisation of unhealthy stuff. it's sukuna, you get the point. — word count: 531

he is a ghoul — he bleeds you out and licks your wounds with a foul tongue. he praises you; his pathetic little doll, his gleamy-eyed plaything, his beloved crybaby. dear god, you sigh as he crushes you, burns you, only to bring your crumbled fragments, your charred remains together again, shaping you into a prized possession on his shelf. the grandest piece in his collection. he shreds your pride and cracks it with a twist of his heel. he drags it in the mud and puts it in a grave with no intention of uttering a single prayer.

he is an artist — the twisted kind, the unconventional. his teeth paint vile scenes across your skin; red, blue and purple. he turns your lips into something precious; into rubies, garnets, jaspers. you scribble across his marked back in the thrives of cruel ecstasy, dragging desperate lines bearing crimson pearls in their midsts, and he kisses the edge of your jaw almost tenderly with horrific joy and horrendous pride. go on, go on, he encourages, tempting you to wound him in return all the more. squirm and resist, gasp and plead, because he wants you to keep trying. keep trying.

he is a disaster — not a single thing blooms in the palm of his hand save for the starving, warmongering curls of flames. they twist and devour, and their passionate kiss brings the underworld to its knees. not a single thing blooms in the palm of his hand save for you; desperate and doomed, open and willing like a peony flower matured minutes after rainfall. you come undone. unraveled. time and time and time again until your lungs drown in the inferno and throat chokes on the embers. he handles you through the fluorescence and you wrap around him like ivy, aware that you might as well wither otherwise.

he is a menace — with his crooked, wicked smile and bent neck. filthy tongue ghosts over his lip before he flashes his fangs, something unholy dripping right out of his mouth, piercing. amusement seeps from his pores and floods his face as you turn chagrined and exasperated, your mind filled with nothing but the thoughts of him and him alone. you can only spit out his name, and your eyes can only shed tears that he adores sucking off your lashes like morning dew on grass strands. can you even hear yourself, he asks, eyes beaming with curiosity as he cocks his head. your heart throbs and overfills and spills all over.

he is an alleviation — only in the way he submerges your thoughts and deluges your senses. he kisses away the frostbite across your ribcage solely to set your lungs aflame and make your skin gleam with sweat. he is the sole torrent coursing through the present with a force so ferocious that it leaves you no gap to catch a breath of past or a glimpse of future. there is only now that he chains you to, for you should not perturb your pretty little head with the thoughts of yesterday's wars or tomorrow’s armageddon. hush and take it. think of nothing else. you wouldn’t dare think of anything else, would you?

thank you for reading!

— kamesama.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk sukuna #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #kamesama

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andrewmoocow · 2 years

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Two Sides of the Same Gem chapter 2: We are the Crystal Regime (originally posted on February 6, 2023)

AN: Last time on Two Sides of the Same Gem, Jasper and White Topaz journeyed to another universe where absolutely nothing is like what they're used to. Steven rules the Earth and Black Rutile of all characters leads the resistance against him. What sort of events could've led to a world this upside down? What can our heroes do to stop this menace before he makes plans to conquer their universe? And where's our Black Rutile in all this? Tune in and find out!

Cast:

Kimberly Brooks as Jasper, Overcooked Jasper

Lauren Ash as White Topaz, Rebel White Topaz

Noël Wells as Black Rutile, Rebel Black Rutile

Zach Callison as Lord Steven Universe

Estelle as Toxic Garnet

Michaela Dietz as Sadist Amethyst

Deedee Magno-Hall as Sycophant Pearl

Jennifer Paz as Psycho Lapis, Rebel Zuli

Shelby Rabara as Nihilist Peridot

Della Saba as Aquamarine, Rebel Aquamarine

Charlyne Yi as Eyeball, Rebel Eyeball

Christine Pedi as Holly Blue Agate, Rebel Holly Blue

Casey Lee Williams as Cat's Eye, Rebel Cat's Eye

Jinkx Monsoon as Rebel Emerald

Kari Wahlgren as Rebel Pyrope

Melissa Fahn as Rebel Demantoid

Hayley Kiyoko as Rebel Morganite

Grace Rolek as Rebel Connie

Tom Scharpling as Slave Greg

"I'm sorry. Could you please repeat that for us?" Jasper asked, astonished at what she had just heard from her and White Topaz's mystery savior. As if discovering an alternate reality where Steven was an evil dictator was crazy enough, in came what they assumed to be a reformed Black Rutile that just saved them from a pair of police drones.

"I am Black Rutile, leader of the Lucent Gems resistance force against the forces of the Crystal Regime." Black Rutile introduced herself again. "Is something the matter? Do you need your hearing checked? Of course, that might not be possible since we naturally don't have ears."

"Wait for a second; I think I know where we are!" White Topaz declared in realization. "We're in a mirror universe!"

"A mirror what now?" Jasper asked, even more confused than she already was.

"A mirror universe, it's something you see in tons of sci-fi stuff." White Topaz explained the concept. "Basically, it's a universe where everything we know is wrong. Black is white, up is down, short is long, good is evil, and vice versa. And at least one person has to have an immaculately groomed beard to signify they're an evil version of someone we know."

"Doesn't seem like you two are from around here." The alternate Black Rutile pondered the two Gems. "That would explain why Topaz is much more talkative and Jasper is way bigger than usual."

"What do you mean?" White Topaz wondered.

"I shall explain later." The rebel Black Rutile replied. "But time is short; more police drones will likely show up soon!" She then wrapped herself in her cape and spun around before disappearing from sight. "Follow me!" However, neither Jasper nor White Topaz knew where Black Rutile had gone, until she appeared above them on a rooftop. "Maybe it'll be easier if I led you to our base."

Meanwhile, the prime universe Black Rutile wasn't faring as well as her enemies had. The moment she and the Rutile Rebels were ejected from the portal, they were confused for members of some rebellion and thrown in prison. There, she was greeted with the revelation that this was a world where the Crystal Gems had enslaved humanity after killing the Diamonds. While Black Rutile was elated to find a version of the Gems that were as cruel as she believed the ones from her universe were, she was not pleased with being branded as a criminal and a rebel in their eyes. And it was about to get worse from there.

"Black Rutile Facet-1E3F Cut-7WQ, at last we have you in our clutches." Peridot coldly announced as she, Lapis Lazuli, and Jasper strolled towards the cell where Black Rutile was being held.

As she expected, the three Gems were strikingly different from the ones she usually antagonized. Peridot still had her limb enhancers and wore an eternally cold, borderline emotionless expression. Jasper was incredibly skinny and frail, with a nervous expression on her face, indicating that she was defective, and her self-esteem suffered greatly for it. Meanwhile, Lapis's hair was incredibly messy, and Black Rutile even noticed some bloodstains on her body, even on that psychotic grin she wore to differentiate her from her partner. "We shall make this quick. But then again, it'll probably matter as much as everything else how long you have until you are executed, which is never."

"So spill it, shrimp; what's with the shades?!" Lapis exclaimed with a toothy, bloodthirsty smile. "What's your secret?"

"My secret is that this is all a big misunderstanding! I don't come here as an enemy; I want to come as an ally!" Black Rutile urged her interrogators. "I actually come here from another universe where the Crystal Gems pride themselves on peace and love when all they've done is discriminate against anyone who doesn't like them, like me, for example!"

"A likely story, rebel." Peridot robotically proclaimed. "We have seen through many of your lies before, and this is no different."

"Guys, maybe we should try listening to her." The skinny Jasper meekly suggested.

"SHUT UP, JASPER!" Peridot and Lapis yelled in Jasper's face.

"Wait!" a raspy female voice cried out from the next cell over. Stepping forward, its occupant revealed herself as a much older version of Connie Maheswaran, one who was a bit more muscular with an arm missing and a few scars over her eyes. "Let her talk, Regime scum."

"Wait, Macklemore-Swanson, you too?!" Black Rutile gasped in shock at the familiar-looking woman next to her. "What happened? What is this place?! Is this the alternate universe I was looking for?"

"You say you're from an alternate universe?" Peridot said with a voice that screamed absolute nihilism.

"Don't fall for it, geek; she may be using another one of her mind tricks." Lapis suggested while playing some mind games on Peridot to prove her point.

"And you claim that your world has its own Crystal Gems?" Peridot ignored Lapis's urging.

"Unfortunately." Black Rutile replied. "What's the deal with your versions?"

"You said your Crystal Gems promoted peace and love, huh?" Connie asked. "Well, the ones ruling this joint aren't that much different, just way more brutal." With that, she began to tell a story.

This is but one of the legends of which the people speak. Legends of how a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, the Gem Homeworld was ruled by the four Diamonds. The perfectionist White, volatile Yellow, morose Blue, and their youngest known as Pink. Much like the world that Black Rutile knows, Pink was belittled for her inexperience and bratty behavior and was given the Earth as her first colony to get her off the other Diamonds' backs. However, the planet happened to be inhabited by organic life, and Pink Diamond grew attached to its inhabitants. But that was when everything changed.

Unlike the main Pink Diamond, who saw humanity as creatures to be protected, the Pink Diamond of this world wondered why the Diamonds wanted these creatures exterminated when they could make even better soldiers than collateral damage. Despite her pleas, the other Diamonds refused, ordering Pink to get back to work or they would take away her precious colony. Enraged at this betrayal, Pink decided to fake her death and took on the identity of a Rose Quartz to overthrow the Gem empire and rule the entire universe. From there, she began building a grand army.

A Bismuth who preferred tinkering with weapons of mass destruction for her own selfish gain.

A Pearl who wanted everything in the universe and asked for nothing but loyalty.

And a fusion, not born out of love or even lust for power, but because her components hated each other so much, yet, they seemed perfect together at the same time.

Together, these four Gems became the leaders of what Rose called the Crystal Regime. This totalitarian empire sought to dispose of the tyrannical Diamonds and claim their military might in the name of what Rose believed to be peace and love. Thousands of Gems all gathered under Rose's leadership and iron will with only one manifesto guiding them. "Fight for control of the entire universe. Enslave all human beings, except the ones who will resist. Believe in love that only you can control. And give everything for your supreme leader!"

The ensuing war fought between Rose's regime, and the Diamonds' authority was a long and brutal one. Gems and humans alike were slaughtered by the hundreds for thousands of years, to the point where the Diamonds elected to completely destroy the planet in one final attack to get the Regime out of their collective hairs.

Unfortunately, the three monarchs never got the chance to do such an act as, thanks to their Pearls serving as inside men that Rose's Pearl strong-armed into spying for the Regime, Rose led a final assault on Homeworld to stop the Diamonds in their tracks, ending the war once and for all by shattering them all with a Gem-killing superweapon developed by Bismuth. To add further insult to injury, Rose revealed her true identity as Pink Diamond to White Diamond before ending her life and promptly taking command of the entire Gem empire.

From there, the Crystal Regime enjoyed a long and prosperous reign over Earth as the seat of their new empire. However, their rulership wasn't without its problems. A certain Rutile took issue with the oppression enforced by the Crystal Regime and formed her own resistance to free the Earth from their iron grip. She even successfully killed Bismuth in battle, forcing the Regime to replace her with an Amethyst who emerged as the perfect soldier despite her sadistic tendencies. And then there was the day that Pink Diamond believed that her time might be coming to an end, so to prevent the end of her legacy, the Gems kidnapped a runaway human slave calling himself Mr. Universe to help them produce an heir to Pink's throne.

Just mere minutes ago, Pink had given up her physical form to give life to a healthy baby boy bearing her gem. As his father Greg warmly held his newborn son in his arms, Pearl coldly stood and watched this touching scene with malicious intent.

"Peridot, any updates on the baby?" Pearl asked as she turned to Peridot.

"The infant seems to be in stable condition for someone with a rather unique anatomy." Peridot analyzed the baby's vitals. "Due to the procreation between the human and our late ruler, he now possesses Pink's gem where his navel should be. No doubt, he will possess our supreme leader's abilities as well once he reaches puberty."

"Perfect." Pearl grinned evilly while brandishing her spear. "And what of the father?"

"Unfortunately, he seems to be of no use to us anymore." Peridot continued droning. "He refuses to act like a good slave and insists on treating others with kindness."

"SAY WHAT?!" Pearl roared angrily. "Have we not treated our subjects with kindness for the past thousands of years?! Very well, I shall see to his dismissal myself!" With that, Pearl stormed off to have a word with Greg in private. "And be sure to make preparations for disposing of the body."

Meanwhile, Greg was spending his first moments with his newborn son, ensuring that it would be a special time for his newborn bundle of joy. "Hm, now what should I name you?" Greg asked. "How about Clark? Nah, sounds a little too geeky. Maybe Bruce or Zach? Ooh, I got it! How does Steven sound?" The baby giggled a little, indicating to Greg that he liked the name. "You like that, little guy? You wanna be called Steven?"

"Good day, Gregory." Pearl hissed as she entered the hospital room. "If you are done spending time with the baby, then allow me to take him into my capable hands."

"Oh, already?" Greg asked. "Well, you're going to let me have him back eventually? After all, I am his dad now."

"I am sorry, Gregory, but we believe you have fulfilled your purpose as the one to sire Pink's heir." Pearl said without a shred of sympathy before taking the baby Steven out of Greg's hands and handing him to a nursing drone to be taken away. "Which means it's time for you to be let go."

"Wait, purpose?" Greg asked. "You mean all this time I was just nothing more than a baby machine for you guys?! But that's horrible; your empire is horrible!" He then came to a realization, one that would ultimately be the last he would ever make. "YOU'RE HORRIBLE! You're all a bunch of irredeemable monsters!"

"Oh my, I wonder what took you so long?" Pearl asked dryly before brandishing her spear and stabbing Greg on the spot, killing him in a heartbeat and dropping his dead body on the floor. When Peridot arrived, she discovered Pearl standing over the recently killed human with blood covering her spear. "Hello, Peridot."

"We have decided to cremate the human." Peridot announced emotionlessly before looking down at the new corpse below the two Gems. "I see you've already handled the first part of it."

"Good, get rid of the body as quick as possible." Pearl commanded as a few more drones carried Greg's body away. "I don't want this human filth in front of me any longer."

Soon after, Steven was raised by the Crystal Regime to follow in his deceased mother's footsteps and become what she believed to be a fair and just ruler. However, if this Steven existed in the prime world, he would perhaps be called an even bigger fascist than the Diamonds. Everything that the regular Steven was, a tenderhearted and optimistic boy who wore his feelings on his sleeve and wanted to help anyone he could, this Steven wasn't. This Steven was a brutal dictator who wanted nothing more from everyone than to be worshipped as a benevolent god and genuinely believed himself to be a good person despite his tyranny. Needless to say, Black Rutile would love this guy. However, he still had a lot to live up to as the leader of the Crystal Regime.

Meanwhile, deep within the woods outside Beach City, the rebellious counterpart of Black Rutile led Jasper and White Topaz through the forest while keeping an eye out on any Crystal Regime soldiers that could possibly find them. "My friends, what I am about to show you are my rebellion's secret lair, kept hidden away from the eyes of the Regime for many years using state-of-the-art technology to make sure it stays a secret!"

"Well, what kind of technology do you use?" White Topaz asked. "I mean, you got a Demantoid around to help you with any machine-related stuff?"

"It's a secret to everyone." Black Rutile answered with a cheeky wink as they neared what seemed to be an alternate reality version of the cave in the woods that Black Rutile turned into her lair after her first defeat. She then knocked on the hidden door leading to the cave. "Guys, it's me; your grandiloquent leader has returned with guests!"

"Are you sure?" what White Topaz assumed to be her own voice on the other side. "How do we know you're not a spy?"

"Well, who else can do this?" Black Rutile asked while wiggling her fingers at the door. White Topaz seemed to have bought it and opened the door, revealing a White Topaz seeming much different from the one Jasper fell in love with. Her face had a permeant scowl on it as she got a look at her counterpart and sneered.

"Hi, I'm you from another universe!" White Topaz eagerly greeted her other self.

"Charmed." The other White Topaz grunted quietly before letting the three Gems in. Jasper and White Topaz were greeted by the sight of Black Rutile's entire resistance force of Gems standing together against Steven, all of them being parallel universe versions of Gems that they already know.

"Oh, Black Rutile, we are so elated that you're alive!" an alternate Aquamarine exclaimed happily. "Do you need anything, my grand leader? Perhaps a comfy pillow and a drink?"

"OMG, are there two White Topazes now?" a ditzier version of Eyeball asked. "What is happening here?"

"Pyrope, would you please be a dear and clean up after yourself?" Holly Blue asked Pyrope in a motherly tone of voice as she picked up various discarded pieces of trash. "I may be the caretaker of this resistance, but I'm not your maid."

"I'll do it when I have the time." Pyrope replied while snacking on Chaaaaps and watching competitive cheerleading on TV. "By that I mean when I feel like it."

"Hey, can you keep your junk out of my space already?" Demantoid asked Morganite, who had cluttered Demantoid's workshop with her belongings. "I may be a total quack, but I know full well that my space is my space!"

"I'm sorry, but I believe this is OUR space, as in the entire rebellion shares it." Morganite argued with Demantoid. "No need to think you have everything to yourself!"

"Enough talk, you two!" Emerald roared as she strolled into the room with a very menacing air about her. "Would you like to hear about the soldiers I have taken down recently? None of them realized what little time they had left. One minute? Tick, tick, tick! 30 seconds? Tick, tick, tick! Or perhaps even no time at all."

"Can't you go one second without being totally extra to prove how much of a threat you are to Steven?" an alternate Zuli, who wore her hair down and acted more like Laz, snarked. "We already have enough overacting from Cat."

"Oh, my glorious leader!" Cat's Eye pounced onto the scene in tears, causing her makeup to start running. "You have no idea how worried we all were for you! You truly are the heart and soul of this entire rebellion, the reason we all keep going!"

"Oh, Cat, you always know how to put a smile on my face." Black Rutile chuckled while pinching the bootlicker's cheek. "So, everyone, I'd like you to meet a Jasper and White Topaz from another dimension that I found! Girls, allow me to introduce you to the Lucent Gems."

"Uh, hi, everyone." Jasper awkwardly greeted the resistance. "This is super weird, considering that most of you either are or were my enemies."

"So what's life like in your universe, dearie?" Holly asked while pinching Jasper's cheek. "I'm sure you have a much better life than the one the people of our Earth are forced to live."

"That's exactly why we're here." White Topaz explained. "There's a version of Black Rutile from our universe who found this one because she wants revenge for her plans to conquer the universe being foiled by the Crystal Gems of our world. There's this portal she put back together called the Vortexxer she used to get here, and there's no doubt she'll want to share her secrets with the Steven of this world too."

"That does sound serious." The alternate Black Rutile nodded. "If there's one thing I know about Lord Steven, it's that he'll use anyone to his advantage to pursue his goal of spreading his deranged, possessive ideas of love. You can count on us to help you out against him."

"Hey, that reminds me." Jasper said. "What are your origins like here? Our Black Rutile got tired of the status quo of our world and formed her rebellion out of Gems who also wanted revenge on Steven."

"It's the same thing for me as well." The heroic Black Rutile proclaimed. "I grew tired of Steven's tyranny and formed the Lucent Gems to avenge the Diamonds and everyone who ever suffered under the Regime's rule. Can you tell me where she is now?"

"We followed her here, but now I'm not exactly sure where." Jasper answered. "Though knowing her, she's probably got a plan."

At that moment, Lord Steven Universe was gazing at a portrait of his late mother that hung over his head. Much like his prisoner Connie, this world's Steven was far older and more muscular, with his royal garb mixing the primary Steven's shirt with Pink Diamond's clothes, albeit with a slightly more masculine spin. He had dark pink jackboots over a pair of white leggings, a matching-colored cape and pair of gloves, and a black chestplate with a yellow star on it. In addition, he had deep pink eyes with diamond-shaped pupils like his mother, his gem was on his stomach and was an upside-down, five-sided diamond, and he had a neatly trimmed goatee on his face.

"Mother, it's me again." Steven greeted his mother's face. "I've gotten reports of the arrival of a Black Rutile from another dimension. I'm not sure whether she comes in peace, but please give me the strength to face whatever comes my way. I only want to live up to your hallowed name." The painting said nothing. "Fine, keep your peace."

"Lord Universe, the prisoners wish to speak with you!" the alternate Amethyst yelled.

"Send them in." Steven commanded, cuing Amethyst and alternate versions of Garnet & Pearl to shove the Rutile Rebels into Steven's quarters. "So, you call yourself Black Rutile, correct?"

"I am Black Rutile, yes." Black Rutile answered. "And you must be this world's Steven. I must say, it's like looking at his reflection."

"This other Steven you speak of, what is he like?" Lord Steven asked, stroking his chin in his hand. "Did he have any aspirations of conquering the universe as well?"

"Not necessarily." Aquamarine said grumpily. "But he still basically enslaved us all regardless! He brought the Diamonds to their knees with a stupid joke and forced them to do his bidding since!"

"Ending colonization!" Eyeball added.

"Demilitarizing our entire society!" Holly Blue exclaimed.

"Discriminating against anyone who doesn't agree with his demands!" Cat's Eye yelled. "It's utter anarchy, and no one has the guts to challenge his tyranny! Well, except for us, of course."

"Yes, we, the Rutile Rebels, were all that was left of the Gems who were brave enough to take issue with the Crystal Gems' oppressive rule over our people." Black Rutile declared. "I had enacted many a great plan to overthrow his regime, but unfortunately, due to various unforeseen circumstances like the betrayal of my bodyguard, they all ended in failure. We only come here to ask for your assistance in our cause."

"It truly is sad to see someone just trying to do what's right receive so much punishment for remaining staunch in their beliefs. "Lord Steven purred. "Which reminds me, given he's an alternative counterpart of myself, does this other Steven believe himself to be a hero as well?"

"Very much, perhaps even more than you." Black Rutile proclaimed. "I've been told that in this world, your mother decided to overthrow the Diamonds rather than leave them like a cowardly brat. Tell me, how much of her values have the Crystal Gems instilled in you? Let me guess, were they just as neglectful and abusive as their regular selves?"

"Silence, Rutile!" the alternate Pearl hissed with a blade to Black Rutile's neck. "We have only raised our lord with the most love and care we could offer her, and he will accept no substitutes for such loving parental figures as ours."

"Flattering yourself will get you nowhere, bootlicker." The alternate Garnet sourly jabbed while resisting the urge to un-fuse on the spot.

"If you must know, I have been instructed since birth to give love wherever I go, and anyone who refuses my compassion must be punished." Steven explained. "It's how I have gained the loyalty of so many souls and punished others for my entire life."

"Ooh, Connie was right; I love him already!" Black Rutile whispered to her minions. "He's brutal, tough, he knows how horrible he is, unlike that other guy, and flaunts it; he's an utterly perfect ally!"

Despite Black Rutile's excitement at the prospect of a team-up, some of her allies weren't as enthused. "I'm elated too, but I'd suggest keeping an eye on Lord Steven if I were you." Aquamarine cautioned her leader. "From what I've learned about human logic, I have discovered that everything that exists has a specific nature. Each entity exists as something in particular and has characteristics that are part of what it is. A is A. And no matter what reality he calls home, Steven Universe is Steven Universe."

"You raise a good point, Aquamarine, but I insist we give it a shot." Black Rutile proclaimed eagerly before turning back to Lord Steven. "My offer still stands, sir. Are you with us?"

"It's a deal." Lord Steven agreed to the offer and shook Black Rutile's hand. "However, if we are to create a way to access the other world, I know just what we need."

Close by, a tall & skinny silhouette watched the beginning of the Rutile Rebels and Crystal Regime's alliance from afar, and she was frightened by the idea of what could happen if the Regime expanded their rule beyond their world. "I have to warn them."

Back at the Lucent Gems' hidden headquarters, the resistance and their two new allies were all getting used to each other when suddenly, an alarm went off and blared throughout the hideaway. "What's happening?!" the main White Topaz exclaimed. "Is the Regime attacking?!"

"No, I believe we got a message." Black Rutile answered and made a dramatic leap towards a computer console on the other side of the cave, sliding along the back of a dinosaur statue and slamming her fist on the keyboard, allowing a communications channel to be opened up. "Greetings and bienvenue, my man on the inside. I trust that you have intel on our enemies' latest plans?"

"That's right. The Crystal Regime has quite possibly their greatest plan yet." A voice, muffled to hide its owner's true identity, revealed to the Lucent Gems. "They have aligned themselves with an evil version of you from another world to help get revenge on their version of the Crystal Regime, or the Crystal Gems as they're called."

"Black Rutile!" Jasper growled, pounding a fist into her palm. "What do they want?!"

"They're looking for an artifact called the Seer to the Void that will help them travel to other worlds." The voice continued, sparking interest in Jasper and White Topaz.

"Wait, that's what Black Rutile used to get here!" White Topaz cried. "Where is it hiding?"

"I'll come back with more info later; I hear someone coming." The voice declared and ended the call.

"Just as I feared, the Crystal Regime is planning something big." The parallel Black Rutile stated. "Especially since you're not the only ones from that other world to come here, I believe."

"Yeah, our Black Rutile wants that Steven's help in getting revenge on the Crystal Gems!" Jasper proclaimed. "We have to stop them no matter what!"

"Then consider us following you every step of the way." The rebellious Rutile declared before shaking hands with Jasper and White Topaz. "We'll need to act quickly, though. There's no telling what those two are doing."

That ends Part 2, folks! The race to save Jasper and White Topaz's Earth is on, and the battle against the Crystal Regime is just beginning! I had a lot of fun delving deep into the lore of the evil universe and just how different its native versions of Steven and the Crystal Gems are from the one we know. And yes, I planned for Steven to have the mirror universe goatee from the start, it was just too good of an opportunity to pass up. There will be more to come of these Gems in the final two chapters of Two Sides of the Same Gem starting next time, so stay tuned!

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