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newtkive · 8 months

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pixels [newt x reader - modern text au]

ch. 1 - the gc birth

in which two online friends navigate a romance through a minecraft groupchat with their stupid friends

or, newt, the quiet, stoic boy, and y/n, the bubbly girl both curse the world for keeping them apart, but at least they can send each other cute emojis and hope the other doesn't notice their blossoming feelings.

warnings: strong language, mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

notes: hi :p im very new to writing on tumblr (but ive always been a reader) so pls bare w me! and im trying to revert back to being 14 (im 23 lols..) so im revisiting my old favs including the maze runner/thomas (bc i binged the artful dodger and now im obsessed again). there will be non-text chapters in the future as well, when everyone eventually meets. this will be newt focused so enjoy !! also everyone is like a realistic age from 23 to 28

THE GLADE

[ 7:45 PM ]

alby added minho, y/n, newt, tommy, and gally

alby: Hello, guys.

minho: wtf is this

newt: uhhhh

tommy: hi :3

y/n: so this is why you asked me for my # in private

gally: i didn’t consent to this when i gave you my number

newt: don’t give strange men your number y/n

tommy: oh that’s y/n?

alby: Wait, Newt you had Y/N’s number already??

newt: yea

tommy: o.O

y/n: i gave it to him like two weeks after we met lmao

tommy: SO HE HAD YOUR NUMBER FOR A YEAR AND I DIDNT????

y/n: well he asked and you guys didn’t :p

newt: lmao

minho: ik he smug as fuck rn

not u asking for a girls number lmao simp

newt: stop

y/n: we all talk in discord anyways so i didn’t really think about it

plus you guys are friends irl so idk

it felt kinda weird to insert myself heh

minho: we’ve known you for a year and a half y/n

we play games all the time

call all the time

we even send packages and shit

you’re very much considered our irl friend

y/n: REALLY?? 🥺🥺

tommy: internet friends are real friends 😍❤️

minho: the heart eyes are crazy

but yes dude

newt: of course you’re our close friend. just cuz we live near each other and you’re a bit far away doesn’t mean we don’t adore you

minho: ADORE IS CRAZY LMFAO

but real ig

y/n: AWWWWW YOU GUYS LOVEEE MEEEEEE

hahahahha

HAHAHHAHJFIEKMGOR

I LVOE YOU GIYYYYSSSS IM PUTTING ALL OUR MINECRAFT BEDS TOGETHER LATER

gally: i do not want my bed to be infested by you guys

minho: gally sleeps in the corner

gally: no i dont i sleep in my mansion

y/n: cherry blossom mansion*

gally: and you sleep in a shed

y/n: cherry blossom shed* its pink and that matters.

tommy: love you y/n 😊🥰

y/n: love you tommy <3333

minho: that’s actually nasty stop now

y/n: u mad ur unloved

i love how the gc name is our minecraft town name :((

newt: aw it is

minho: can we talk about why tf this was made when we have a perfectly good discord

alby: I’m done with Discord.

newt: you got your shit hacked didn’t you mate

minho: mate 💀💀

british people so crazy

alby: Yes maybe..

I don’t want to make another.

y/n: or your old ass doesn’t know how to

minho: LMAO REAL

alby: Gonna ignore that. But I am getting too old for it. I have a new promotion at work so that means I won’t have time to play with you guys as much anymore. So I decided to make this groupchat in hopes to talk to you guys more to make up for it :)

minho: every group always has the old head with the job 💀💀

newt: minho admitting he’s jobless

minho: you work at a library be so fr rn

newt: i have an income. you have a room in your grandmas basement. we are not the same.

gally: LMFAOOOOOOO

minho: stfu :////

y/n: AWWWWWWW ALBYYYYYYY

tommy: YAAAY!!!!

im going to text you guys all day

tell you every meal

every thought

every interaction will be meaningful and glorious

newt: you are 24 years old you don’t have to do all that

minho: no fr im turning off my phone if he starts this shit

why not just do it before in the discord ??

tommy: easy access now and i tried before but stopped since no one really replied..

y/n: i say we all do it :D i will too tommy

newt: ok second thought that’s fine

minho: .

gally: that’s wild.

y/n: YAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!! NEWT YOU GO FIRST

newt: first with what

y/n: say what u ate today

newt: didn’t say i’d do it.

tommy: i ate muffin, monster energy drink, and hamburger :3333

you guys next

minho: that’s all you had bro..

y/n: hot cheetos and french fries and coffee :D

minho: ??????? BRO

how are you guys alive

y/n: it's my day off and no class so i just wanna rot in bed and that means no cooking

newt: please eat and drink water.

like for real and document it

y/n: ok wait

there

tommy: yum!

minho: y/n..

newt: cereal does not count

y/n: I DONT HAVE ENERGY TO MAKE ANYTHING OKAY

im a 23 year old broke college student my fridge is bare

newt: alright what do you want?

y/n: wym?

newt: like if you could pick.

minho: that’s so cruel 😭😭 just making her imagine it

i like it go on.

tommy: i want chick fil a

minho: i knew you hate the gays

tommy: I AM THE GAYS?????

y/n: ugh that does sound good

mmmm chickem sandiwh waffle fry I Want that Os mYch

newt: that’s what you would order?

y/n: mmmcm yeahshhhhh

newt: ok

minho: that’s it?

i thought soemthing would happen

tommy: me too

like a spell! magic 🪄

y/n: sigh

my cereal tastes bad now

newt: well it is cocoa puffs.

minho: L cereal

y/n: DTOP SAYING L ITS SO ANNOYITIGJNGGGGG

minho: she so madddd 😂😂 L

newt: you're annoying minho

minho: youre just saying that bc shes saying that

newt: no ive always said it. and i will continue to. youre fucking annoying

minho: who bought you your coffee yesterday

newt: ???

myself

and i paid for yours too

im the one with an income

minho: .

well i didnt think youd remember that well.

newt: it was literally yesterday.

minho: yeah but ur old

newt: IM THE SAME AGE AS YOU

minho: yeah but im 🤗✨ 26 ✨🤗and youre... 26😬😔

tommy: guys stop fighting

newt: we aren't fighting

maybe this gc was a bad idea

tommy: NO!!!!!!!!!

y/n: NOOOO!

tommy: this is like y/n is here w us irl

y/n: awwwwwwwwwwwwwww

minho: no it's not. we would smell a foul stench if she was

y/n: i ahte you sooo bad.

wait there is a knock at my door im scared

newt: answer it

minho: aren't you supposed to say don't open the door for strangers ????

newt: well usually yes

y/n: no im not expecting company

newt: just do it pls

y/n: ok :D

minho: bruh..

i hope she gets robbed and u feel bad forever newt

newt: why would you want that

minho: bc she owes me money

newt: YOU owe ME money

minho: yes but i have a good reason she just wanted robux

tommy: Y/N DONT DO IT!!! I HAVE SEEN DATELINE

y/n: :o....

tommy: Y/N?????????

OH GOD THEY GOT HER

minho: why would she text a silly face if she got got

tommy: clearly its a surprised face

maybe its not her

its like those cut out magazine letters murderers use

y/n: who got me chick fil a!!!!!!!!!!

minho: me

newt: you literally did not

minho: shut up

y/n: newt it was u i see ur name on the receipt

newt: well

y/n: :(

newt: what why are you sad?

minho: im hungry too

y/n: u spent ur money :(

newt: you're hungry are you not?

minho: she's not but i am

y/n: yeah but..

i feel bad you shouldn't have

newt: just eat it or i'll be mad

minho: i think i want red lobster

newt: it's really no big deal y/n

y/n: thank you newt :(((((

newt: you're welcome

go eat and watch ur show or smth

minho: i owuld love to eat and watch a show rn <33 ohhhh im starving

newt: can you shut up

gally: im muting this gc if this means i have to deal with your guys' shit more than usual now.

minho: thank god

newt: good

tommy: good

y/n: good

the food is good too <3

newt: good.

lmk if you want to be tagged!

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midnightwriter21 · 2 days

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aot hcs: them as boyfriends

characters: levi, eren, connie

warnings: i have the mouth of a sailor im srry

an: first aot fic lesss gooooooo!!! lmk if y’all want another part with diff characters!!

LEVI ACKERMAN

*sigh* he's so girlfriend

starting off strong...

this man is NAWT kissing you in public lololol

he's got a reputation to uphold

however!!

he will show pda in much smaller, more subtle ways

walking down the street, he's offering his arm for you to loop yours through

or guiding you with a hand on your lower back

if y'all are walking through a crowd he is CRUSHING your hand with his grip

he's not trying to hurt your hand haha

he's just strong, can't see over peoples heads, and doesn't wanna lose you in the sea of people

he'll keep that unbothered bored look on his face but just know that on the inside that this man is stressed lmfao

alsoooo

service bf to the maxxxxx

dude is not good with expressing his feelings

especially romantic ones lol

so he expresses his love by doing little tasks for you

oh you forgot to get food for your cat?

levi already has it

can't get that jar of pickles open?

he's snatching it out your hands and popping it open

and you already know your house is about to be the CLEANEST its ever been on god

i feel so bad

for the person to shit talk you in front of levi

on my mama let somebody say something slick lmfaooo

he is not gonna let it slide

forget getting physically violent

this mans mouth is absolutely DIABOLICAL

in more ways than one if ur picking up what im putting down

*ahem* will make said person cry with his words alone

period.

EREN YEAGER

meowwwwwwwww

bark bark bark

*insert other animal noise here*

huh? somebody say something?

no? okay

AHEM

this man right here? cocky asf

dude is fine

and knows it too

and he knows y’all make a FINEEEE ASS COUPLE

shows you and your relationship off all the time

not a day goes by where he’s not posting you on social media

and he coordinates yalls outfits too omg

he makes sure his clothes match yours

not exactly matching ofc but the colors

if ur wearing a red dress to an event

he’s wearing a red tie

it’s a casual day and you’re wearing a blue shirt or dress?

his shoes/accessories/etc. are gonna be the same color

it’s an aesthetic that he keeps up with. period.

also he CANNOT keep ur name out his mouth

brings you up in every conversation possible

“i think y/n mentioned wanting to go see that movie too. was it good?”

“nah sorry, my girl said she wants to have a date night soon so i’ll have to pass. we can make plans another day though.”

“i gotta go to the store when i leave here. i wanna get some stuff to surprise my girlfriend, y/n, when i get home.”

and he is handsy asf

bro is touching you at all times swear

it’s impossible to walk past this man without him latching onto you and lathering you in kisses and feeling you up

in public he’s gonna keep it respectful tho

unless he knows he won’t get caught lmfao

introduces you to mikasa and armin

wants all of the important people in his life to get along ofc

i love him sm

CONNIE SPRINGER

let’s get right into it shall we?

as soon as y’all make it official

i mean the MINUTE y’all are boyfriend girlfriend

he’s calling up all his friends to tell them the news

and then he’s making plans for them to meet up so he can introduce you

i feel like he takes you on a lot of fun dates

y’all don’t jus go get dinner and then go home

that’s too lame for connie

he’s taking you to laser tag, haunted houses, trampoline parks, etc.

and let me tell you this rn

come close

connie is NOT teaming up with you for laser tag

he’s making sure he’s on the opposite team so he can’t hunt you down over and over

will not take it easy on you idc

anyways… when y’all do go to dinner

7/10 times sasha is third wheeling yall

maybe jean too lol

idk i jus think that for connie it’s “the more the merrier”

especially since dinner isn’t something that’s gonna get his blood pumping yk?

but at least y’all can all get drunk and be funny together as a group right?

connie is so incredibly dedicated to being a dumbass around you

like as long as it makes you laugh, nothing is off limits

bro is constantly cracking jokes, telling embarrassing stories, doing stupid shit in public

he wants you happy. at. all. times.

this being said

if ur sad connie is doing anything and everything to cheer you up

i’m talking getting you ur fav snacks, renting that movie you always talk about, and pulling you close for a snuggle

yeah so i want to eat him basically

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rotdistressxox · 5 months

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IM CRYING OLS THE AGITO THING IM GONNA MAKE THAT RN 😭😭

but you COOKED with that req🙏 thank you for feeding me, I'm reading abt the ghouls but the ghoullettes catch my eye more.. THEYRE SO PRETTY IM CRYING..might...try and buy a ghoullette mask......

can i ask..for..agito..and..a few other characters of your choice (throw in ghost characters if you want make it a hybrid ask LMFAO) experiencing a soft dom partner who pegs..them.........

—🪡anon

O la la, okay! Rip ur wallet.

I'm actually most likely gonna make a separate post for this for the Ghouls. Look out for that one.

Kengan Men with a Soft Dom S/O

!Nsfw!: Hinted Afab reader (no bodyparts mentioned), M sub, Anal fingering, Pegging

Kanoh Agito

• This dynamic between him and you is something extremely special. One of the strongest fighters alive, weak and on his knees for you.

• Worshipping his body whilst you undress him. Climbing ontop while you describe what you're going to do to him.

• He likes to see you dominate him. Being cared for is so new and nice that he can't live any other way.

• Holding his face as you softly grind on his cock, telling him that you're feeling good and that his body was made for you.

• He knows nothing about sex outside of what you usually do, or the mainstream. You have to explain in detail what it is before even suggesting it.

• Is a little mortified by it, but nonetheless, willing to try pegging.

• It takes a few weeks to loosen him up, slowly fingering him as he clenches around your digits. Trying his best to be strong for you.

• Then comes the day that you try it. With lube all over the strap on and his legs open, you slowly enter him. He grunts and squeezes his eyes shut.

• "Shhh it's okay, you're doing well. You worked really hard for me and I'm going to reward you for it"

• Slow thrusts through and through. He doesn't like it rough, he finds out.

• He has a verryyy sensitive g-spot. His back arches every time you hit it. It's almost heavenly. His body compulsing as he huffs, muscles flexed, and his mind in ecstasy.

• You don't need to jerk him off while doing it. He can cum hands free, groaning as he tenses up. Tears of pleasure running from the corners of his eyes. His hips twitching as he rides out his climax.

Ohma Tokita

• Yes, despite popular opinion, he knows what sex is. It was always an after thought and wasn't on his mind as much as other people. That was when he wasn't with you, of course.

• Never knew how good it felt to be dominated by somebody else. You're his teacher when it comes to intimacy. What feels good to him, what doesn't, what turns him on.

• He likes to be rewarded with being able to eat you out / you sitting on his face as he goes to town.

• You let him be on top sometimes. You command him to speed up or slow down. He can only cum when you say he can.

• You've brought up the idea of using a strap before, he brushes it off. That, goes in there? Not a chance.

• One time you teased him for being 'scared', and he took that as a challenge. To prepare him, you sit on his face whilst massaging his insides with your middle finger. He grumbled the whole time to cover up his panting.

• Foreplay is very important, you make sure he gets all the attention he needs before you start. You propped his back up on the pillow as you squeezed his thighs. Relaxing him.

• The noise he made when you hit his sweet spot for the first time was priceless.

• He likes it a bit rough, not fast, but rough. Swearing under his breath as your thrusts make his cock dribble with cum.

• Doesn't like out right asking you to peg him, so another way he'll do it is dropping it on you or by you.

Lihito / Ichiro Nakata

• Though he puts on a tough and dominant guy persona, you know who's really in charge. And you let him know.

• He is absolutely pathetic when you have him pinned down in bed. Edging him while calling him your good little fuck toy.

• Is a bit of a brat. You aren't a hard-core dom, but sometimes you have to put him in his place by cuffing him to the bed while he watches you touch yourself.

• "Pegging... Isn't that kinda gay?" You wack him over the head and tell him to not judge it unless he's tried it.

• Is in denial about wanting to try it. He's had multiple wet dreams about you absolutely railing the shit out of him. The dreams keep happening and he can't take it anymore. He fingers himself to the thought of you bending him over and degrading him.

• With a painful boner in his boxers, he asks you to bring out the strap on. You oblige. Towel, laid down. Lube, applied. Dildo, STRAPPED.

• Prefers a bit a Foreplay before going in even though he's mentally and physically prepared. He's on his stomach with his ass up.

• A moaning mess. Likes it when you smack his butt while your thrusts render his mind useless.

Goah Ryuki

• Is a bottom from the get-go. Very submissive but can top if you asked him to.

• Ugh the way he whimpers sends a shock through your body. He likes to be edged, overstimulated, and teased.

• Thigh jobs are his favorite thing ever. The way your muscles tense around his sensitive and raw cock which you already had overstimulated beforehand.

• He actually brought up the idea of Pegging. You let him chose and buy the strap you'll use on him.

• In the time you wait for it to arrive, you have him bent over your lap with a smaller dildo you had kept in safe keeping. He was twitching and moaning so loud you had to cover his mouth so the neighbors wouldn't hear.

• He's so desperate for you to put it in him, you have to hold him down by his hips. Which is a struggle because of his strength.

• There's no going back once you put it inside him. He likes it rough and fast. You'll get a full work out once you're done with him.

A/n: DO YOUR RESEARCH BEFORE YOU TRY ANYTHING WITH YOUR PARTNER, THATS AN ORDER

• Asks you grab his hair and go harder. Your legs are already on fire, but god damn is he hot when he's like this.

#kengan ashura #kengan omega #kenganverse #kengan ashura x reader #kanoh agito #tokita ohma #ohma tokita #lihito #goah ryuki #x reader

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xxsabitoxx · 1 year

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The Pillars and their Wolf Ranking

Warning: Alpha / Beta / Omega type shit. I… yeah. No m!preg or slick tho lmfao just a causal… post hmm

A/N: this is fully meant to be a crack head canon post. The idea came to me while I was delirious at 4am… honestly I should have taken it as a bad omen but here we are. Fun fact I used to strictly write A/B/O fics for a very different fandom LMFAO 🫣

I genuinely could not take this seriously the whole mother fucking time so PAH-LEASE don’t come for me for the cringe… or maybe you like this idk I don’t judge

Tomioka Giyu

Alpha

Against his will tbh, he was hoping to be a beta

He’s more withdrawn and “timid” for lack of better words

A particular someone was enraged when Giyu turned out to be an alpha and not him

His only plus is he doesn’t have to deal with omega heats… the idea makes him a bit uncomfortable

Kocho Shinobu

Beta

She’s relieved, though she wouldn’t have minded being an alpha

Had she gotten the title of omega nobody would have ever heard from her ever again

Mama ain’t raise no bitch… cause mama didn’t raise her but anyways… she’d sooner jump off a cliff head first into a rocky ravine before letting some alpha mate her

She can go about her life as normal

Rengoku Kyojuro

Alpha

He’s not ashamed of it, he rather likes the role

He loves to take care of people, he can command without coming off like a douche bag and people are more than happy to oblige

Plus he wants a big family so being an alpha makes it easier for him I guess

Omegas in heat do have to stay away from him though… he can’t help it… the issue being they practically throw themselves at him

Uzui Tengen

Alpha with three mated wives looking for a fourth

You’re on something if you don’t think this man is an alpha in every sense

Alpha Tengen is horny so don’t be shocked that he already has like five kids with more on the way LMFAO

That being said, Hina, Makio and Suma are obviously omegas

He’s a charmer, so along side Rengoku, people like to go to him for help and such

Kanroji Mitsuri

Alpha female

You thought I was gonna say omega, didn’t you?

Naw my girl is too damn strong (albeit emotional) to be classed as omega

Hell she was pretty shocked by it, so was everyone else. She’s so emotional they for sure thought she’d be an omega. Then again her appetite…

Luckily though the man she had her eyes on happens to be an omega

Iguro Obanai

Omega who genuinely would have offed himself if Mitsuri didn’t turn out to be an alpha

I don’t care what anyone says I totally see this man being an omega and completely and utterly embarrassed because of it

His only saving grace was Mitsuri being an alpha and tbh he finds it so unbelievably hot

While he is an omega he definitely isn’t a shrimpy little bitch and can fully handle himself

When it comes to Mitsuri though he’ll absolutely let her baby the fuck out of him and call him cute

Shinazugawa Sanemi

Omega bitch boy LMFAO

Stfu rn cause baby girl is 100% an omega and I have proof… sorta

My proof being that Gyomei said Sanemi was shy in the little “what the pillars think of each other” thingy

He’s the one that’s enraged about Giyu being an alpha, not even Obanai is that mad lmfao

Tbh it was too cliche to say he’s an alpha and honestly he just doesn’t feel like one to me

Himejima Gyomei

Beta surprisingly

He’s a gentle soul so it makes more sense that he’s a beta and not an alpha

He’s a beta that people still look towards for advice and protection

Similar to Shinobu, he’s chill with this cause he can go about living his life and not having to worry about ruts or heat lmfao

He’s not an overly horny man so…

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matchavellichor · 1 year

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No Better Way to Warm Up

Sebastian x Ominis x f!MC - NSFW - 5.7k words - ao3

(Part two here!) (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

A/N: no one ask why I'm writing an xmas oneshot in the middle of may, i'm shamelessly procrastinating on my other wips rn lmfao

Tags: Idiots in Love, Pining, Drinking, Cunnilingus, Body Worship, Threesome - F/M/M, Hesitant Ominis, Eager Sebastian

Summary: Ominis, Sebastian, and MC are snowed in the castle together during winter break. After an entire bottle of Ogden's, a long night of banter, and much-lowered inhibitions, the three friends soon find themselves in a rather intimate situation that not a single one of them is apt to resist.

The three friends huddled in front of the fireplace in the Slytherin common room, hands outstretched in front of the flickering flames in an attempt to draw out the numbness in their fingers from the cold. They had just returned from a short trip to Hogsmeade, after much insistence from Sebastian that an assortment of treats from Honeyduke’s was absolutely essential for a proper Christmas Eve celebration, regardless of the harrowing conditions outside.

Both boys had decided to stay at Hogwarts for winter break to keep their dear friend company, refusing to let her spend her first Christmas in the wizarding world alone. It was a strange feeling to occupy the castle after the majority of the students had gone, but there was also a pleasant sense of coziness in having the common room all to themselves, considering all the other Slytherins had families to go home to.

“You’re going to catch a cold.” Ominis admonished lightly when he noticed she was still shivering after a few minutes. She hadn’t taken off her coat, despite it being soaked from the melted snow, the damp wool clinging to her skin. The blonde sat up from his spot beside her, feeling around her shoulders until he reached the buttons on her front, quickly undoing them with deft fingers. He continued scolding her under his breath as he peeled away the sullen fabric, slipping the coat from her shoulders. Despite how much she’d usually fight him for it, it was admittedly sort of endearing the way he coddled her so often, handling her with a strange sort of protectiveness she’d never experienced before.

Sebastian was of a similar fashion, though his doting was usually expressed in more subliminal forms and accompanied with a fair amount of teasing to go along with it. Nonetheless, the ways the boys treated her had made her feel more loved than she’d ever felt in her entire life and she found herself growing increasingly attached to them. Their friendship had grown so strong over the past few months, and she would be lying to herself if she didn’t admit she was growing a sense of genuine affection for the pair of Slytherins, though she’d never allow herself to indulge in these thoughts.

She thanked Ominis meekly through chattering teeth as she settled back down in front of the fire. Her sweater underneath was subtly damp and so she begrudgingly decided to remove it as well, draping it over the stone mantel of the fireplace to dry out. She was too preoccupied to notice the way Sebastian’s eyes lingered over her exposed skin as she settled back down between the two boys, at how he traced the outline of her curves under her camisole with his gaze, nor did she pay any mind to the way his face flushed immediately after, chalking up the pink on his cheeks to a side effect from the cold.

Sebastian cleared his throat nervously and shifted his attention towards rummaging through his rucksack and pulling out the assortment of Yuletide sweets. He made sure to purchase an impressive variety, determined to expose her to every facet of wizarding Christmas. He couldn’t help but feel his stomach flutter as he watched her face light up at the sight of them, a smile breaking out on her lips.

Her fingers brushed against his momentarily as she took the sweets from him and he frowned. “Poor thing, you’re freezing.”

He took her hands in his gently, squeezing her fingers in an attempt to seep some warmth into them. The warmth in his hands seemed to go straight to her cheeks instead, and she reprimanded herself in her head for enjoying the feeling of her hands in his a little too much.

Sebastian pulled out a few bottles of cider next, setting them down on the stone in front of the fireplace to warm as he pulled out one final item that neither of his friends had spotted him purchasing. He set his bag aside and cracked open the bottle of Ogden’s, pretending not to notice Ominis’ obvious disapproval at the tell-tale sound of the bottle of strong liquor opening.

“What? There’s no better way to warm up.” He murmured through the rim of the bottle as he took a swig, grimacing slightly as the firewhiskey burned a path down his throat. He extended the bottle towards the blonde, shaking it enticingly. “Go on now.”

“You’re incorrigible.” Ominis muttered, rolling his eyes before he snatched the bottle from the brunette’s hand and begrudgingly took a drink himself. He handed it back to Sebastian and the brunette held it out to her now, tilting his head in an encouraging manner.

“I’ve never had any.” She admitted sheepishly.

“And you won’t have any.” Ominis objected in that paternalistic tone of his, shooting a stern glare towards Sebastian.

“Loosen up, Ominis.” Sebastian sighed as he pushed the bottle into her hands. “Let the girl have some fun.”

She gave an uneasy smile to Sebastian as she finally brought the bottle to her lips, taking a much larger swig than she probably should’ve. She painfully willed herself not to grimace or show any indication of the burn in a stupid attempt to prove herself in some way. Nonetheless, she choked out a few coughs as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and handed the bottle back to Sebastian, who looked positively delighted with her.

“See? Takes it like a champ.” He commented, a satisfaction in his eyes that made her feel warm inside.

The next several hours were spent bantering amongst themselves and working down the remainder of the liquor and the sweets, the last vestiges of daylight blurring into darkness as the blizzard continued to rage outside. At some point she had stumbled towards her dorm room and lugged out her gramophone, forcing the boys to drunkenly twirl around the common room with her to the latest Muggle composers. They took turns dancing around with her, Ominis doing so with an impressive amount of finesse, most likely due to years of pureblood etiquette lessons. Sebastian was a bit less poised, nearly knocking her down on several occasions and spinning her in his arms until her head was dizzy. By the end of the night she was nearly in tears on the floor from laughter, her head a fuzzy haze from the endorphins and alcohol.

When the peak of the evening had eventually died down they settled onto the couch together, where she inevitably curled into herself as sleep slowly overtook her, her head falling against Ominis’ shoulder and her legs draped over Sebastian’s lap. The boys exchanged knowing glances in the silence, allowing themselves a few more moments to bask in the serenity of the situation they found themselves in. Neither boy had to say a word, they were both blissfully aware of just how much the other was shamelessly enjoying this.

Sebastian rubbed gentle circles absentmindedly on her legs where her skirt had slightly ridden up and Ominis softly brushed her hair back from her face, delicate fingers tracing her features. They couldn’t help but admire how perfect she felt pressed against them and they would’ve stayed there forever if they could, just listening to her soft breathing. Eventually though, Ominis being the more responsible of the two, cleared his throat and broke them out of their audacious indulgence.

“Come on, love, up.” Sebastian sighed as he begrudgingly stood himself up, running his hands down her shoulders gently to rouse her from her sleep. “Off to bed.”

“But I’m not even tired,” She murmured through a yawn as Ominis stood and helped pull her up from the couch, wrapping an arm around her waist to support her.

“Aham, sure.” Ominis smiled softly down at her as they began their walk towards the girl’s dormitories, Sebastian following beside her. He tangled his fingers in hers and she eagerly welcomed the contact.

“We should have a sleepover,” She remarked eagerly, her speech slightly slurred and drowsy from sleep and the lingering effects of the firewhiskey. “We can…mmh all sleep in my bed.”

“That sounds like a lovely idea—”

“ Sebastian .” Ominis interjected with a scolding tone. “We’ll all sleep in our own beds.”

“But that’s no fun.” She frowned, turning to the blonde with heartbroken simpering. “Don’t you want to sleep with me, Ominis?”

“That’s — that’s, uh, hardly appropriate, I—” He flushed immediately, stumbling over his words at the innuendo.

“Trust me, Ominis would love nothing more than to sleep with you.” Sebastian informed with a smug smile, amused by the way the blonde turned red and immediately whacked him in the shoulder.

“You’re…you’re both so…so nice to me,” She continued her dozy ambling, a soft smile on her face. “Mmh, my boys.”

They pushed open the door to her room and settled her on her bed, Sebastian sinking to his knees to undo the laces on her boots and Ominis sitting beside her. She leaned her head on his shoulder and watched Sebastian, his fingers working diligently to get her ready for bed.

“You’re a terribly sappy drunk.” He chuckled, looking up at her. He couldn’t help but notice how absolutely enamored Ominis looked beside her, pink tinging his cheeks.

“It’s quite cute though.” Ominis remarked softly, wanting to stretch these last few moments out for as long as possible before they’d both have to retreat their dorms and have to stifle their longing yet again.

“You’re quite cute.” She replied as she turned to face him, a love-drunk smile on her face and her eyes half-lidded.

Ominis flushed profusely at the compliment, his mouth opening to stammer some nervous reply, but before any comment could be made, her lips were suddenly on his.

Both boys stood frozen in shock, barely even conscious of what had happened, the gesture feeling like a dream. Ominis looked as if he could faint, and Sebastian was expecting the blonde to immediately have pulled away, but when she curled her small fingers into the front of his robes and he groaned against her mouth, it became clear that not even Ominis, as stuck-up and decorous as he was, could resist the likes of her.

She was the one that finally broke the kiss. Her eyes widened as she looked at Ominis’ flushed face and parted lips, then looked down at Sebastian who was still frozen by her legs in front of her. It was as if the reality of what she had done had just caught up to her, sobering quickly and her cheeks warming with shame. She brought her fingers up to hover over her glistening lips and Sebastian couldn’t help but marvel at how precious she looked, overcome with the desire to leave her that breathless with his own kiss.

“I–I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have—” She began immediately, her voice coated in mortification and he wanted nothing more than to tell her that she had nothing to be sorry about. Confess every single feeling the both of them had harbored for her for the longest time, admit to every hidden fantasy that they had shared over her, every secret desire.

He simply couldn’t help himself. He had shut her up with his mouth before she could ramble, swallowing the gasp she let out against his lips. He slowly rose from his knees, towering over her on the bed and he was delighted when she didn’t pull away, instead her hands coming up to cup his cheeks and pull him in deeper.

“Sebastian, we should stop.” Ominis spoke up beside the two after a moment, his voice strained. He was still trying to muster some composure after what had happened, and this was proving even more difficult as he listened to what was unraveling beside him. He was desperately trying to cling to rationality and not give into temptation.

“Do you want to stop?” Sebastian pulled his lips away for a brief moment, directing the question towards her.

She paused, staring up at him. She didn’t know what she wanted — a confusing mixture of uncertainty, nervousness, and desire clouded her brain — but she knew for certain that the last thing she wanted to do was stop. She took in a shaky breath before she swallowed, shaking her head.

Sebastian’s lips were on hers again in the next second, his kiss more brutal this time, hungry and passionate and bruising. She involuntarily whined against his mouth and it clearly had an effect on both boys.

Ominis paused behind her, wide-eyed and considering for a moment. Was this really happening? Should he stop this before things got too far? Did he even have the willpower inside him to stop this?

Sebastian didn’t let any of the blonde’s plans in impeding this come into fruition though, backing her up against Ominis’ chest until she was in his lap. “Touch her, it’s okay.” He told Ominis encouragingly, sensing his friend’s hesitations, before he dove back into her lips.

The feeling of her tight, warm body pressed against his, the soft little moans that Sebastian was pulling from her lips, the brunette’s encouraging words, it was all enough to make his walls crumble. How could he resist when all he ever wanted was right here in his arms?

His hands hesitantly came up to do as Sebastian said, hovering over her skin for a brief moment before he brushed back her hair from her shoulders, his fingers tracing her soft skin as if afraid to touch her. He slowly leaned down, his warm breath sending goosebumps down her spine when he finally attached his lips to the sensitive skin of her neck.

She moaned at the contact and it was all the approval he needed before he allowed himself to give in completely, his lips reveling in the feeling of her warm skin. She was intoxicating and his desire for her ached deep inside him, his trousers strained where she was pressing against him.

“If you want to stop at any moment, if anything bothers you, tell us. You don’t have to do anything you wouldn’t like to.” Ominis breathed against her ear, his self-restraint slowly slipping from him. He had to make sure she was comfortable with this, that she wouldn’t regret this. “Do you understand?”

She nodded, her voice caught in her throat. She was too enraptured by the feeling of their lips on her to form any semblance of a coherent sentence.

“Words, love, use your words.” Sebastian urged gently.

“Yes,” She blurted out, her entire body warming at the term of endearment. “I—I understand.”

She let out a small gasp when she felt Ominis’ tongue on the side of her jaw. He licked a hungry stripe down her neck, desperate to taste more of her. She could feel how stiff he was already as she squirmed against him, his chest pressed to her back while Sebastian loomed over her.

The boys explored every inch of her as if she were a work of art to be analyzed and discovered, to be worshiped and adored and studied intently with their mouths and hands. There was still a gentleness to the way they handled her, one similar to the manner that they always treated her, but she could tell that they were holding back, that they were balancing on the precipice of succumbing to their darkest desires.

It was clear that Ominis was trying to be a mediating force, scolding the brunette when he got too impassioned and nipped her bottom lip, earning a whimper from her and making him fret that they were being too rough. She could tell that even his self-control was faltering though, by the way his fingers dug into her hips to still her when she writhed against him, rubbing against his erection until it was too much for him to handle.

“Is this okay?” Sebastian asked softly as his hands trailed to cup her breasts t hrough the thin fabric of her undershirt. “Can I touch you here?”

“Please,” She breathed against his lips and it was all the approval he needed to rub gentle circles over the sensitive flesh. He palmed hungrily at her breasts, before circling her nipples with his thumbs, smiling at the way she gasped from the contact. He dipped his head down to plant kisses along her collarbone.

Ominis’ lips left her neck, his hand sliding down in its place and gently taking hold of her chin, tilting her head up and maneuvering her so he could take what he wanted from her. His lips met hers with a desperate urgency, his tongue slipping in her mouth immediately with a hunger to taste her.

“So fucking perfect.” Sebastian whispered against her skin as his mouth trailed down her chest, leaving innumerable kisses as he explored. He took his time when he reached her breasts, tonguing her nipples through her undergarment and soaking the thin cotton with his saliva.

She was a mess . She could feel the slickness coating her thighs under her skirt, Sebastian pressed in between her legs as he worked at her breasts. Ominis’ kiss was enough to make her head spin, his tongue exploring every inch of her as his fingers tangled through her hair.

“Let me take this off,” Sebastian muttered in a lust-drunk haze as he groped hungrily at her breasts through the fabric.

“ Sebastian , slow down.” Ominis pulled his mouth away from hers begrudgingly to admonish the brunette for his lack of patience. The last thing he wanted was to rush this, to make her uncomfortable in even the slightest way.

“It’s—it’s okay.” She said breathlessly which seemed to surprise both boys. Sebastian looked up at her for further confirmation. When she nodded, he eagerly began on the long line of buttons on her front.

He was surprisingly slow and gentle while he undressed her, despite his fervent desire. He wanted to savor every inch of her, kiss every tiny bit of exposed skin and make her feel worshiped and cared for. He wanted her to know his adoration for her in every caress, every brush of his lips.

“Arms up, darling.” Ominis ordered her softly when Sebastian began tugging the shirt over her stomach.

She was on another plane of existence at the moment, her brain fuzzy from pleasure. How could she possibly keep her wits about her when she was sandwiched between two boys that were kissing, licking, and caressing every sensitive inch of her? Thankfully, wits were the last thing she needed right now, and she had never felt safer than she did in the moment, despite her obvious lack of control. It felt so good to be able to trust them so much, to know they would do nothing but care for her and attend to her every need.

Ominis helped her raise her arms, smiling softly to himself at how much of a mess she was, her limbs adorably limp and languid. If she was in this state already, how would she be when they actually got their way with her? They didn’t plan on stopping until they had coaxed multiple orgasms out of her, until she was a weak, little thing underneath them that barely even remembered her own name.

Sebastian slipped the thin piece of cotton over her head, groaning when the sight of her bare chest was finally revealed to him, his hands immediately finding purchase on her skin, kneading the soft flesh.

“She’s so beautiful, Ominis.” Sebastian breathed out, awe-struck.

“That I already knew,” Ominis murmured dotingly, placing a tender kiss to her temple.

Sebastian’s hands ran affectionately up and down her sides for a few moments, appreciating just how perfect she looked laid out in front of him, only the warm, flickering light from the kerosene lamp beside them dancing over her features. He dipped his head down to let his tongue work at her sensitive breasts, sucking with open-mouthed kisses until he left pretty little marks on her perfect, untouched skin. Ominis’ lips never left hers, pouring all his devotion into every kiss he left on her neck, her cheeks, her lips, every tender little bit of exposed skin he could reach that made her breath hitch in her throat.

The feeling of Ominis’ erection pressed against the small of her back, and Sebastian’s against her inner thigh drove her insane. She bucked her hips, a pathetic array of pleas spilling from her lips that would’ve left her embarrassed from the neediness in her voice if she wasn’t utterly drunk on lust at the moment.

“Where, hm?” He asked softly as his hand trailed over her thighs, the smallest hint of taunting in his tone of voice that made her grow even needier. “Here? Is this where you want me to touch you?”

“S-Sebastian, please—” Her voice caught in her throat as his hand hovered over her core, his fingers brushing over the fabric of her skirt and pressing against her.

“Tell him to stop and he’ll stop.” Ominis reminded her reassuringly and his voice was so soothing, so grounding in her ear that she almost sobbed from how perfect it all was.

“Don’t stop.” She finally begged, grinding her hips up to meet his hand, desperate for any friction to relieve the ache between her thighs.

Sebastian eagerly obliged, unable to contain himself any longer. His hand slipped under the hem of her skirt, coming in contact with the wet fabric of her panties. “ Fuck , she’s soaked.” Sebastian marveled at the sensation, breathless. He toyed with her slowly, rubbing the wetness in with his fingertips. “Is all this for us?” He stroked gently up and down the soft cotton, delighting himself with the way her hips sought out his hand, the soft little whines tumbling from her lips.

“Stop torturing the poor girl, Sebastian.” Ominis chastised lightly, though she could hear the amusement in his voice. He loved having her like this, loved the way she writhed against him, loved feeling her lips stutter against his when Sebastian applied a bit more pressure and the pleasure was too much for her to kiss him back properly. He couldn’t help but imagine kissing her while Sebastian was fucking her to the point of tears, to feel her come undone in his arms and swallow every pretty moan she let out.

“Such a mess,” Sebastian tsked as he pulled her panties to the side, his fingers collecting her wetness. “The prettiest little mess.”

“ Please , Sebastian.” She begged, and it was music to his ears. If she was making all these pretty sounds with just his fingers, he wondered what kind of noises she would make when he was buried deep inside her.

“Give her what she wants.” Ominis said mercifully, his hands coming up to toy with her nipples.

Sebastian sank one finger inside of her, biting his lip at how warm and wet she felt squeezing him. None of his filthiest fantasies could’ve prepared him for the actual feeling of her.

“So fucking tight,” He murmured as he placed gentle kisses on the inside of her thighs, pumping in and out of her slowly, careful to allow her to adjust to the sensation. Her moans only encouraged him, and he reveled in the way she gasped when he eased another finger inside of her. “I don’t think she’ll be able to take us, Ominis.”

“I—I can take it,” She said defiantly, her head falling back against Ominis’ shoulder as Sebastian continued his slow, languid pace.

“Not yet, darling.” Ominis hushed her, kissing her cheek.

The feeling of Ominis’ hands rolling her nipples, the open-mouthed kisses he was leaving on her neck, the way Sebastian’s fingers curled inside her in just the right spot, it was all too much. When his pace quickened and he brought his thumb to rub tight, little circles on her clit, she saw stars. “Please, please, please, oh God.”

“ Fuck , you’re gorgeous like this.” Sebastian watched intently, wholly infatuated at the way her face contorted in pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut. “Eyes open, I want you to look at me.”

She immediately obliged, her fluttering open to meet his. He looked at her as if she were the most breathtaking sight in the world, taking in every little feature and committing it to memory. He made a mental note to get his hands on a Pensieve after this, so he could replay the image of her falling apart so beautifully on his fingers over and over again.

Sebastian’s fingers hit just the right spot and the coil of tension inside her exploded, her entire body trembling as she let out a strangled moan. He didn’t stop until she was writhing away from him, her hands weakly pushing his wrist away from the overstimulation. Ominis murmured praises in her ear the entire time, brushing back the hair sticking to her sweat-damp cheeks and placing doting kisses to her temple as she came down from her high.

“Gods, fucking taste her.” Sebastian breathed out as he slipped his fingers out from inside her, bringing them up towards Ominis’ lips. She watched through half-lidded eyes, her head still dizzy from the mind-shattering orgasm, as the blonde licked hungrily from his friend’s fingers, savoring the taste.

It was as if something snapped inside of him and suddenly he was slipping out from behind her, Sebastian quickly taking his place. He sank down to his knees in front of her, his hands coming to rest on her thighs to keep her legs spread for him.

Despite how eager he was to get another orgasm out of her himself, Ominis restrained himself, knowing she was still sensitive and recovering. He adjusted her against Sebastian so that she felt secure in his arms before he leaned down to kiss her slowly, plying her open to him and being mindful of her reactions, making sure he was touching her in all of the right places.

There was a carefulness to the way his lips met hers that made her head spin in the most delicious of ways, a gentleness in the way he trailed his lips down her neck, dragged his tongue over her sternum and then around her nipples. His kisses slowly increased in intensity, his touch becoming hungry and bruising before he sank down to plant kisses along her navel, just above the hem of her skirt.

Sebastian was quiet behind her, as if fully immersed in the sight before him, only the sound of his pants against her ear. She could feel the twitch in his trousers against her back every time she’d moan or let out a breathy gasp. He was utterly enraptured, as if he enjoyed watching her like this, watching Ominis touch and kiss her while she squirmed.

“May I?” Ominis asked, his hands on the clasp of her skirt.

“Yes.” She nodded, semi-conscious of the fact that she’d probably agree to just about anything at this point as long as it meant they kept touching her.

Ominis slid her skirt down with a resounding amount of care, her panties coming down with it. His hands came up to marvel at her hips, squeezing the supple flesh as if he wanted to tear her apart. She was so soft , it was maddening, and some part of him wanted to absolutely ruin her.

She was completely nude now, her only modesty lying in her wool knee socks. She probably should’ve felt embarrassed, exposed, insecure , yet she had never felt more secure and comfortable in her life.

“Beautiful, so, so beautiful.” Sebastian whispered in her ear with an awe-struck breathlessness, taking in the sight of her body over her shoulder.

Ominis’ lips were trailing up her thighs from her knees, torturously slow and deliberate, as if he wanted to savor every inch of her. He bit the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and chuckled when her hips jolted from the contact. “So sensitive.” He whispered and she could feel him smirking against her skin.

He ran his tongue over everywhere except where she needed him most and it was driving her insane. She wanted to beg, cry, anything in order to relieve the growing ache between her legs from the lack of stimulation. Despite her recent orgasm, seeing Ominis in front of her worshiping every square inch of her body made her insatiable once again.

Finally, as if deciding to grant her mercy, she felt a soft kiss just on top of her mound, watched him rub his nose against it and groan from the taste.

“Please, Ominis.” She whined, squirming underneath him but he increased the pressure of his hands on her hips to still her.

“I know, sweet girl, I know.” He hushed against her skin and the vibrations of his voice against her made her even needier.

“Who’s torturing the poor girl now?” Sebastian chuckled, his warm breath fanning her ear. He placed soft kisses on her shoulder, his eyes glued to the beautiful sight before him.

Ominis placed another kiss on her mound, just above her clit and she keened, earning a satisfied groan from both boys. It drove her insane, something about them finding great enjoyment in turning her into a pathetic mess, in watching her whine and beg for them.

Ominis’ hands intertwined with hers, pinning them down to the mattress beside her hips as he finally licked a long stripe through her slit, collecting the wetness on his tongue. “Tastes like heaven.” He moaned, his grip on her hands tightening.

“Well, that’s because she’s an angel.” Sebastian smiled fondly, pecking her cheek. Her head dropped back against his shoulder and he couldn’t help but study her face obsessively. It was truly the prettiest sight he had ever seen, her brows furrowed and her lips parted as a pathetic array of pleas and whimpers fell from her little mouth.

Ominis was growing more insatiable by the second, licking broader and broader strokes through her folds. He shifted his attention to her clit, tonguing soft circles around the sensitive nub until she was moaning his name desperately, her eyes rolling back into her head.

“Feels so good, doesn’t it?” Sebastian whispered in her ear as he watched her writhe, her legs struggling against where Ominis was keeping them pinned to the mattress. “Can’t even keep still, poor thing.”

Ominis slackened the grip on one of her hands, guiding her hand to his head. When he increased the pace of his tongue on her, she instinctively tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling on it. He groaned in satisfaction at the sensation, desperate to bring her to climax soon, concerned that if he kept this up any longer he’d be finishing in his pants.

“Ominis, please — oh, God don’t stop.” She moaned, her hands holding his mouth pressed against her cunt. He had never experienced a greater euphoria than this, his fingers digging into her thighs so roughly he was sure he would leave marks.

“So fucking perfect,” Sebastian moaned against her skin as he planted searing kisses along her neck, leaving marks all over her skin. “Cum for us, just like that, God — that’s it,” His hands kneaded at her breasts, rubbing over her sensitive nipples until she was a mess. “Our pretty girl.”

She reached her peak with Sebastian’s encouraging words in her ear, her wetness dripping down Ominis’ chin, and he savored every drop, lapping at the evidence of her climax hungrily. He didn’t pull away until she was pulling at his hair and pleading, overcome with pleasure. She twitched from the aftershocks as he finally came up to kiss her and he couldn’t help but smile against her lips, the taste of her on his tongue.

“You’re better than I could’ve ever imagined, do you know that?” He whispered, overcome with satisfaction at her soft little pants, at the way her bare chest heaved underneath him.

She gave him a soft, pleasure-drunk smile, barely able to form any coherent thoughts, much less words. She was on cloud nine, utterly high from the endorphins, a languid, syrupy mess in between the two boys who were still kissing her softly as they eased her down from her second orgasm.

They wanted to coax a third, fourth, fifth out of her but could tell by her inability to even thoroughly keep her eyes open that they had probably reached her limit for the night. Their focus was completely on making her feel as safe and cared for as possible, at earning her trust and confidence, thus they knew they had to take this slow. There would be other opportunities to leave her thoroughly sore and fucked out, that they were sure of, but tonight wasn’t one of them.

The boys shifted her until they were laying on the bed on either side of her, their arms wrapped protectively around her. She barely had the energy to move a muscle, but she decided to force herself anyways, eager to return the favor from all the care she had received tonight.

Her hands came into contact with Sebastian’s belt but he quickly stilled them, pulling them up to his lips to place soft kisses on her knuckles. “Not tonight, love.”

“But I—”

“Another time.” Ominis assured her, his lips brushing over her bare shoulder. “Rest, darling.”

“But you didn’t—”

“So concerned,” Sebastian chuckled, placing a chaste kiss on her lips and caressing her cheek with a feather-light touch. “We’ll survive, I promise.”

She settled back against the pillows reluctantly, sandwiched between the two boys. Ominis pulled the covers over the three of them and she had never felt more loved than she did at the moment, listening to Sebastian’s heartbeat as she rested against his chest, Ominis pressed flush against her back as if any personal space between them would be unbearable.

Ominis traced soft patterns over her arms, reminiscing in the feeling of her soft skin on his fingertips. Sebastian was of a similar manner, his thumb brushing back and forth on her hip bone.

“There’ll be another time then?” She whispered sometime in the stillness of the aftermath, just before she let sleep overcome her.

“Oh, certainly.” Sebastian answered quietly, his arms around her tightening. “Or did you think we were letting you go after this?”

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Tell Me (Repost)

Dark!Miguel O'hara x fem!reader

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I posted this months ago and by the morning it only had like 6 likes by the morning lmfao and this was during the peak of Miguel days and I thought "wow this must be terrible" so I deleted it. However, it did well on AO3 so i decided to just report it.

Miguel tries to extract information from you via any means necessary DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

OH MY GOD DO NOT EAT IF YOU DONT LIKE DEAD DOVES

This is not like The Wrong Way where Joel alternates between horrific and soft. THIS IS JUST PLAIN DDDNE.

WARNINGS!!!!: DDDNE!!! Rape, non con, torture, verbal humiliation, degradation, forced anal, biting (fang baby), literally idk what got into me here, it's literally porn with no plot. I almost always have so much plot. Victim blaming, psychological torture, I want to reiterate its literally rape. I wanted to write for Miguel bc he's a hottie and spiderverse was amazing but lets be honest, its pretty popular on tumblr rn. However, I refuse to write without inspiration, so I won't just write something just bc it's popular. Besides, this may have gotten so far on the dark side it's not even gonna be liked XD anyway, i had genuine inspiration and I went with it. All apoligies.

700 words

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“Tell me.” Miguel O’hera grabbed your throat as you hung from the ceiling. He had been trying for hours to extract the information he wanted, using multiple forms of torture and you were exhausted, but refused to tell him what he wanted. When his hands began trailing your body, you knew the next method would be psycho-sexual.

“I’m not…” You gasp as a finger grazes over your tit. “I’m not telling you anything…”

“Hm.” was his non committal answer before cutting your ropes, watching you tumble onto the concrete. “I guess we’ll see.”

Only taking a moment to breath, you try to scramble away, but to where you aren’t sure. There’s nowhere to go, and a large man climbs on top of you hold your wrists together in on fist as his other undid his pants. You writhe underneath him, but screaming is useless.

“Get off me!” You kick and twist and scrape up your whole body that's exposed in the bra and underwear you were left hanging in, the cold floor ice against your skin. “GET OFF!”

“Oh, I’ll get off alright…” Miguel mumbles as he rips your bra off. “Tell me what I want to know, and I’ll stop.”

You weren’t sure you believed him, but you didn’t want to give up the information. Even as he strips off his pants, his insanely large frame keeps you pinned to the floor. There is no escape.

Miguel mumbles and scoffed ‘fine’ and two hands rip off your underwear, tossing the scraps aside. You scream as he pushes his fat tip into you, ripping you open slowly, slowly… allowing you to feel every inch, every vain, every hard and warm and pulsing part of him. “You can still stop this, carino.”

“No!” You whimper, deadset and determined to stay strong. You wouldn’t let him break you.

“Have it your way.” Dragging his hips back, Miguel pauses before he thrusted into you band fucks you mercilessly, you can feel the raw pain of him sliding in and out of you as you cry out, initially dry. The most humiliating part, however, came after several minutes of hm trying to coax the information out of you, slapping your face until your mouth bled, when he began laughing. “Oh my god, are you getting wet from this? So fucking pathetic.”

Miguel looked down on you, your body wracked with pain and jolting with each thrust, he could practically feel your will breaking. “You probably enjoy this, do you play out scenarios like this with some pathetic little dicked man? Does it turn you on, knowing you have no choice? Little whore been fucked so many times she needs to feel like she’s being forced just to get wet?” His chuckle was dark and cruel as he continued to taunt you, your tears falling down your bloodied and bruised face.

“You’re lucky I’m even touching this used up cunt.” Miguel leans over, licking at the tears and blood and spit on your face. “Tell me, and I’ll stop fucking your pussy. TELL ME!” He screams, painfully loud in your ear.

You break, telling him what he wanted. There wasn’t a part of you that really believed he’d stop, so you were surprised when he pulled out.

When he rolled you over, you began to ask. “What are you-” but are cut off by him ramming his cock up your ass. “FUCK!!!” You scream. He wasn’t lying, he did stop abusing your pussy, only to rip our asshole open.

“God, look at you…” Miquel sat back to admire his work, smirking at the way your ass contracted and spread around his thick cock. “I’d say you were made for me, but…” Chuckling, he slaps your ass. “But I can see how much you’re struggling to make room for me. No ones ever fucked you like this, have they? You should be thanking me.” Fangs dug sharply into your shoulder, drawing out more blood. “SAY THANK YOU!” Your ears rang with his screamed words, before another bite. “SAY IT!” He bit and screamed and bit and screamed until you finally cave.

“Thank you!” You sob, and he cums inside your ass with a loud, strangled groan.

Only when you shudder from the cold do you realize he’s gotten off you, his impossibly wide frame no longer covering you. Miguel tosses you a blanket, muttering something about how he may just have to keep you now.

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hysteriaww · 5 months

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Hi ! It's going to sound weird but....

How do you think Kai would have influenced Luke's personality if Luke actually won during the merge ?

I know Kai was stronger, but let's say Luke wins.

He was already pretty strong since he was able to break Liv out of the spell she was trying to do. He was stronger than his sister. He would have won if they were to do the merge. I don't exactly remember how powerful he was but I suppose he was fairly quite good with magic.

And magical powers aside, he has quite a strong personality. He's fed up with the Mystic Falls gang bullshit. He was not even that scared of Kai. I mean, he knew his brother was a freaking threat, but he did not hesitate to go on his own and do the merge with Kai. Even when Kai didn't want to do it Luke was like "Hey bitch, you scared I could win ?"

I don't think Luke really thought he could win or maybe he did, anyway he just wanted it to end. He wanted to project his sisters.

So, with Kai's personality inside of him, what would he be like ? I think that guy would at least find a way to end that Gemini tradition crap about the merge, and the lives of the whole coven linked to the leader.

Apart from that I don't know.

That would not be as fun as seeing Kai struggle with new emotions 🤣 but I want to see Luke being even more badass you know.

Yup, really long question sorry not sorry. X)

This is a very interesting question! Tho I have wondered what Jo would be like if she merged w Kai & won, I've never wondered about Luke until now... I think it could be a very compelling arc for him & the gemini coven. Here's what I think would happen! (I wrote a whole ass mini-fanfic in my answer lmfao):

Fresh after the merge: Luke would initially act & feel almost exactly like same old Luke, except maybe he'd rightfully be a bit more grim, traumatized and world-weary after defeating Kai. Liv & Jo would be concerned but he'd tell them not to worry bc he just needs some time to recover & leading the coven rn is more important than his mental health anyway (aka the FIRST Red Flag). Liv & Jo would disagree but let it go for now to avoid stressing him out.

First few months as leader: I think Luke's first order of business would be to undo the damage Joshua did as a terrible coven leader. That might mean overturning fucked up coven laws, etc. but Joshua doesn't like this, so he gets his supporters in the coven to back him & veto Luke's changes. Meanwhile, Luke's own coven support is growing bc I do believe he'd be a MUCH better leader than Joshua, so old man's resentment grows more. Eventually, it reaches a point where Luke feels boxed in like he can't make any real GOOD change bc of Joshua's puppets & THAT is when... the whispers of Kai's voice begin to awaken in Luke's mind. Uh-oh...

Conflict resolution 101: The part of Luke that's in control tries to be diplomatic about getting rid of Joshua's supporters but it just. doesn't. work. The assholes are FLUENT in gemini bureaucracy bc they've been around longer so they outmaneuver Luke constantly. That's when Kai begins suggesting some... less diplomatic solutions, including the idea that Joshua's supporters wouldn't be such a problem if JOSHUA was gone. Luke spends a long time rejecting this & literally warring with himself, so Liv & Jo are like "dude are u ok" and in a moment of weakness he admits his idea about taking joshua out. They're shocked, but after a sec, they're like "wait this is the same man who tried to off his own kids more than once. Uk what? yes lets do it." And suddenly all 3 (ahem, 4) Parker kids are plotting to put dad in a magical coma (hmm does that sound familiar? I wonder which sibling's idea this was...) so he can't influence his supporters anymore. And the siblings succeed! Joshua's out! but it becomes their lil secret, hidden from the coven...

A Good Ol' Frame Job: Lo and behold, Joshua's supporters still stay loyal to the man in a coma instead of Luke! Liv & Jo are like "it's fine luke, dad isn't gonna wake up so eventually they'll have no choice but to listen to you" but KAI isn't convinced... and neither is Luke. Diplomacy didn't work, sleeping beauty-ing joshua didn't work, so now he needs to play dirty. He doesn't jump to violence or anything - he simply frames a few of them for crimes they didn't commit. Snakey, but simple. Only problem is... Luke can't recall if this idea was his own, or Kai's...... bc they're both equally likely to have thought of it. Kai's influence is growing... So when Jo & Liv come to him like "wow crazy how those supporters got revealed as criminals right? That worked out conveniently," Luke goes w the safest option & says "haaa yea what a coincidence! no idea how that happened" ......and now he's lying to his sisters (Big Red Flag #2)

Calm before the storm: Now that joshua's remaining supporters (who haven't been framed) are very few, Luke doesn't face much resistance anymore & he actually succeeds at reforming a lot of fucked up gemini practices & making positive change. Maybe he even succeeds at eliminating the merge altogether! Luke's flying high, believing he's a true protector of the geminis & the best leader and savior (which, to be fair, he rly is better than the shitty leaders before him)! Kai's influence here is very sneaky bc some of Luke's old sense of humor comes back to him, with some new hints of cockiness that weren't there before. Luke's golden boy charm & Kai's cockiness creates the perfect politician cocktail & liv and jo appreciate the good he's done for geminis but also lowkey resent the big-headed self-important persona he's growing.

But THEN there's trouble in paradise: joshua's leftover supporters find a piece of evidence that proves Luke framed the others & they threaten Luke w it, deducing that he also had smthg to do w Joshua's coma. They order him to step down but he can't do that. Not now, when he's finally *this* close to changing the coven for good! These pricks will wake joshua & bring the old laws back! No, he can't let that happen, he can't let it- ....Luke snaps. He blacks out, then wakes up in horror to realize he violently killed. them. all. He panics, calling Jo & Liv for help BUT to cover his ass, he lies & says he had to kill them bc they found out about "all 3 of them" cursing Joshua... while choosing not to mention how they also discovered his frame jobs. Liv & Jo are horrified yet they help him cover this up bc he's falsely led them to believe their asses are also on the line for cursing joshua... but then Jo notices some of them were killed in very "Kai" ways (bled to death from their spleens getting cut out, etc.) & Liv finds the piece of evidence they had that links Luke to the frame jobs...... the 2 of them realize Luke is not in control anymore.

The Climax: Liv & Jo confront Luke, asking him to step down but warning him that they'll MAKE him if he doesn't agree. He doesn't agree. A fight ensues & Luke is pretty OP despite the 2 v. 1. Luke gets *this* close to killing them (while Kai cheers him on), but then says SIKE and kills JOSHUA's comatose body instead, shocking everyone. Jo, Liv AND Kai are like "wha- why?!" & Luke the politician diabolically reveals that he can't bring himself to kill them - but he can frame them for Joshua's death & turn the coven against them.... OR he can frame the dead supporters for Joshua's death & save his sisters, IF Liv & Jo stay loyal to his cause. At this ultimatum, Jo & Liv finally give up, saying they'd rather get framed or killed than let him rule the coven like this. The Kai in Luke gets triggered by their abandonment bc he's a gOoD LEADER can't u SEE?! Kai's increased presence & Luke's increased lack of control make his SIPHONING manifest for the first time & he unintentionally starts siphoning the sisters. And Luke gets triggered by them trying to overthrow him bc he's the OnLy one who can PROTECT the coven!! Just like he protected Jo & Liv from Kai!! At this point the sisters' resentment RLY comes out like "WE DIDNT ASK YOU TO!! YOU chose to merge to protect us WITHOUT ASKING what WE wanted!! U literally knocked out Jo when she was ABOUT to merge! You protected us bc that's what U wanted, not US. And now the coven doesn't need to be protected BY you anymore, it needs to be protected FROM you!!" Like a bucket of ice water, Luke realizes he's siphoning his sisters rn. He has become Kai. They're right. He is not in control anymore. He steps away & realizes the whole coven itself is broken. The best way to save it is to take the ruling family nonsense out of it & free everyone. He agrees to step down & Jo & Liv help him break the coven link altogether and they free the coven! For a moment, it seems like Kai is going to stop them, but then even the Kai in his mind realizes the coven fucked him over his whole life & he'd much rather see it gone. So all 4 kids unite in Sibling Solidarity and liberate the coven!

Epilogue: Luke gets therapy & that means Kai begrudgingly gets it too bc he's stuck in luke's head. They both start healing & finding a medium ground of how to share space in luke's head. Kai even uses Luke to apologize to Liv & Jo for his own crimes. I'd like to think he'd even get Luke to go to Bonnie and apologize on his behalf & maybe help her out whenever he can, tho i don't think it would be sexual, bc in canon the merge didn't change kai's sexuality so i doubt it would change luke's. But yea I think bonnie would still at least have a new ally in luke thanks to the Kai in him xD

THE END lol I hope my impromptu mini-fanfic here answered your question ahaahaha thank you for asking!!!

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gokubrain · 11 months

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are you aware of the hit vegeta image song ‘love is like a ballad’ from the fusion reborn soundtrack where it’s essentially a kakavege love song 😭😭

https://www.animelyrics.com/anime/dbz/ainobaraado.htm

and i’m 99.9% sure it’s about goku too because it uses the word ‘yatsu’ which is only used by men to refer to other men in a derogatory way… it drives me so insane

OH YOU ALREADY KNOWWWW IM WELL AWARE OF THIS LMFAO thank u for giving me the chance to talk about it HAHA

under here cuz its kind of a lot:

lets break down the lyrics shall we ..

right off the fucking bat. starting off STRONG. for vegeta to even have the thought “on this small earth life must be protected to the end” is such a good line but pairing it with “but whenever i look at you i feel like a fool” CRAAZYYYYY. insane. protecting the earth is a huge part of all the earthlings’ characters, and without goku, vegeta wouldnt have those feelings. to talk about protecting earth in one line and then immediately talk about goku next is wildddd. “i want to protect the earth, you taught me the importance of that, and yet when i look at you im reminded that it’s because of YOU that i hold these feelings about this planet.” like okAAAY alright okay!!

“why do i treat you so harshly? why do i hurt you that way? yet still fight against great evils” GRAAAHHHH this is insane right LMAO

vegeta displaying confusion as to why he treats goku the way he does when they share the same goal.. when they fight the same battles.. this self aware-ness is literally what early-stage kakavege IS dude. vegeta feeling conflicted about his actions vs his emotions is the first step to realizing he’s in love with goku.. haha. lol

“for the sake of love […] i would even throw away my rank” VEGETAAA. WHAT ARE WE TALKING ABOUTTTTT LMFAO….

vegeta suggesting he would disown his own ranking, his pride, something very near and dear to him.. this is also early kakavege core LMAO i mean come on. thats just an insane fucking thing for him to say. unreal.

IT JUST KEEPS GETTING BETTER….!!!

“IN TRUTH, THIS POWER IS NOTHING. ALL I KNOW IS YOU.” VEGETA……..!!!!!!!!

ALL I KNOW IS YOU? ALL I KNOW IS YOU???

“although i pretend to be a steel wall […] all i know is you” is just. i mean. EXPLICITLY kakavege. this is kakavege poetry. this is vegeta’s struggle perfectly put into lyric form. i cant believe this fucking song exists lmfao

NOW. NOW..

“the smile you give me is always warm” is wild when thinking about how the entire fusion reborn movie consists of 45 minutes of goku smiling lovingly at vegeta LMAO DONT EVEN THINK VEGETA DIDNT NOTICE. !!

“here i am, offering myself completely if we can be together”

AINT THAT JUST THE ICING ON THE CAKE FOLKS. DONT THAT JUST BEAT ALL LMFAO. ANYONE ELSE FEEL SUPER NORMAL RN?

offering myself completely. giving my all to you. devoting myself to you. THIS IS ONE OF THE FUCKING BUILDING BLOCKS OF KAKAVEGE DUDE. THIS IS ONE OF THE RUNNING THEMES, A KAKAVEGE LEITMOTIF. THIS IS SO VEGETA. I WANNA DIE LMFAO

“if we can be together” …. i mean. what even is there to say about that. how much more explicit can he be here. this is the most straightforward thing vegeta will ever say in terms of kakavege lmao this is it folks. this is IT !!!

its just unreal right. that a song like this even exists.. i mean its so obviously about goku, talking about training together and vegeta being mean to him and protecting earth together and throwing away his rank….. if you think even for one second that this is about bulma you are BLIND. like lets all be serious a moment lmao

and i love that this is related to fusion reborn of all things. that movie is the fucking kakavege bible dude i SWEAR. this whole song makes so much sense if you see fusion reborn as a love story, it all fits so perfectly with how vegeta would theoretically be feeling during the (vaguely referenced) place in the timeline that this movie takes place. this is buu arc shit baby its the point of no return for vegeta its the beginning of the end.. he is realizing his feelings for goku.. i live for this shit man seriously this is what i thrive on

also the goddamn song is called “love is like a ballad” i mean what else can even be said lmfao ..!

#sorry dude this is on u.. u shouldve known when u sent this ask that i’d be incapable of shutting the fuck up #blame urself. i am but a messenger for the truth #kakavege #dbz #answered

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ceruleanskiesss · 8 months

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Fuck it, I’m rewriting this to be more canon complainant. I like it though, so I’ll just rewrite the scenes to fit the new storyline. Yall can have this unfinished bit cause I really don’t have the heart to finish it knowing imma rewrite it rn, so be left in suspense.

CW/TW: Copious angst, Bhaalspawn typical violence, hurt with a little bit of comfort but mostly hurt, slight sh ig but it’s not like, a thing, feel like I should still warn yall tho. Fic ends REALLY ABRUPTLY, IM SORRY.😭😭😭

Enjoy lmfao

Today was not a good day. Rhyse had been lightly ignoring Gortash for weeks; it wasn’t his fault, this time. You see, the two had been allied for somewhere around 3 years, quite a significant amount of time for Rhyse. Gortash was the first person that his father, the god Bhaal, had allowed him to be this close too…. well.. allowed was a strong word. Bhaal tolerated the two, or, at least, he did.

Rhyse first noticed it weeks ago, his Urges getting stronger around the tyrant, even after he’s more than satisfied his kill quota, and his nightmares were worse, more… real, almost threatening for Gortash to end up like his long gone adopted family. He suspected his father was punishing him for getting nowhere with the heist, to steal the Crown of Karsus, in weeks. (A plan the two were not so subtly elongating. The truth was, the two quite enjoyed the comfort the added time together had brought them, though, neither would openly admit it.)

He got his confirmation around a week ago, plain as day, from Bhaal himself. ‘Gortash was no longer beneficial to the cult, kill him’. Rhyse, of course, tried to refute, pleaded, their plan for ‘The Absolute’ had only just begun. He spoke of the souls it would bring his father, he hadn’t forgotten about their grand plan, he promised. It would still be him alone in the end, and then none, but until then let him live.

Bhaal would hear none of it, and frankly, Rhyse was terrified. He knew his father would have to see reason eventually, he wanted Orin, his sister, gone too, before Rhyse found a use for her. No, Rhyse was afraid that by the time his father would even hear him out, his tyrant would be long gone.

It was killing Rhyse to ignore Gortash’s letters, delivered to his windowsill by his Crow, Carrion, or even into Rhyse’s head through the sending spell, and Gortash hated using sending spells, he was clearly growing more desperate, the letter’s contents were getting more sporadic.

Rhyse knew he needed to confront the man head on, he wasn’t sure how bad his urges would be affecting him, but from previous experience… well, Rhyse didn’t like dwelling on the past. No, best to meet with Gortash now, while he is still, mostly, in his right mind.

Rhyse takes no weapons with him, but he doubted it would matter, his bare claws would be more than enough to take care of Gortash, he just hoped the tyrant had enough sense to properly defend himself. Rhyse scratches his Direwolf, Marrow, as he leaves, but he would not dare bring the beast with him. A ranger’s companion has a unique bond with the ranger's soul, it can fein death as long as the ranger is alive, but in exchange, it also gets some of the bhaalspawn’s… quirks. He knows from experience the urges affect his precious companion too, and he wasn’t willing to risk Gortash’s life over it.

Rhyse arrived at Gortash’s estate not long before noon, as he misty stepped into Gortash’s office with no sound more than a click. It took the man a moment to even notice Rhyse was there, his deeply sleep deprived eyes scanning some legal scroll, it’s only until Rhyse flicks his tail against a metal candelabra that Gortash’s eyes shoot up.

“Rhyse!” the man's voice fills with equal amounts of relief and anger, and worry. Rhyse waited to get chewed out by the man, already knowing he definitely deserved most of it. “Where in the Hells have you been!? You haven’t given me so much as a note, a ‘hey by the way I’m not fucking dead’ In weeks! The only thing I had to go off of that you were even receiving anything I was sending was your damned pigeon!” He pauses finally to take a sharp inhale, clearly running out of energy to stay upset, “And- And now you just ‘appear in my office’? Like nothing happened? I expect a damn good explanation from you.” He sighs, and laces his fingers through his obsidian black disaster of a haircut.

“Good to see you too” Rhyse basically collapses in a chair, he sees Gortash’s eyes dart across Rhyse’s body, searching for any insight on the situation.

“Where. Were. You.” Gortash snarls, his eyes narrow on the tiefling.

Rhyse pauses, he can’t exactly tell Gortash ‘Oh hey, funny story, dear old dad wants you dead’ but he can’t bring himself to lie to him, not with the two so ragged, emotions raw and strained, even though lying would be so easy, so simple. They could pretend to be normal, if only for a moment. “I- It’s… It’s complicated, okay?” Rhyse pauses, unsure of what to say. “My urges have been… inconvenient as of late. It was easier this way.”

“Easier!? Rhyse I-” Gortash sighed, and forced himself to relax in his chair, “Gods you are a nightmare sometimes. Just… Just tell me all you can, it’s not good for either of us if you’re ignoring me, so just spit it out.”

Rhyse chuckles slightly, it would be better for both of them, actually. At the very least for the tyrant, and as long as he’s safe, well, Rhyse can deal. He thinks about how to broach the subject with the man, the fragile, horrible truth, that could mean losing him forever. “I- You know how my Father is. He’s… not seeing the bigger picture, currently. But I have a- GH!” Rhyse’s blood goes hot, mind clouded with the overwhelming urge to wrap his claws around Gortash’s throat. He forces his talons to meet his forearms instead, in a futile attempt to subside the rush, to drown it out with pain of his own. “Oh hells” he muttered through gritted teeth, and bowed his head down, squeezed his eyes closed. He could wait it out, he wasn’t going to let his urges get the better of him.

He felt Gortash’s hand lightly trace his bloodstained fingertips, felt some part of himself that wasn’t quite his own growl at the touch, he fought every urge to rip his calloused fingers from his hands. “You weren’t exaggerating.” He said, tone laced with concern, and placed his hand firmly on the Bhaalspawn’s, forcing it to loosen slightly. “Who does your father want dead? It’s not- Hells is it me?”

Rhyse shrinks into himself. “Look I- nothing’s going to happen to you. I can control myself.” He bit back through the bloodlust, the worst of it fading from his mind. Rhyse eased slightly, and let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. “I don’t know what I’m going to do” he chuckled grimly. Rhyse met Gortash’s eyes, far too calm for their current situation. It would be so much easier if Gortash hated him, feared him. Gortash was the first person he’d allowed himself to get close to since coming to the Bhaal temple, first person that was his, not his fathers. Part of himself agreed with his father, he had gotten soft, but maybe- maybe that wasn’t the worst thing.

“We.” Gortash reminded, “What are we going to do, because you are not going to ignore me like that again.” the man commanded, Rhyse wished he had that kind of confidence.

“Right, We.” He looked away, he wished so desperately the two could be we, be each other’s, but Rhyse belonged to Bhaal, and Gortash to Bane, they weren’t allowed to be any more. “We should work on that heist. It will be easier to convince him once I have concrete proof it’s possible.”

Gortash nodded. “Of course,” he got up from his chair to bring a stack of books and maps to his desk, Gortash grabbing a hefty tome detailing Mephistopilese’s layer, and Rhyse finished a chart of the journey. Neither could find a map of the archive’s insides, but they did find descriptions of hidden passageways, and traps.

Rhyse paused, and moved the map closer to Gortash “You think we could use a spell to get in through this window? Using an Interdimensional Gateway spell possibly?” He examined the map further, it should be old enough to have limited security, but from there they could find a passageway into the inner archives.

“Hm…” Gortash thought for a moment, “Maybe, but what if there’s spell detection? He is a wizard, it would be protected… wouldn’t it?”

“Hah! But that’s the thing!” Rhyse grinned, and he pulled out a tattered journal from the stack, and flipped to a sequence of stitched in notes detailing security protocols. “See here, there’s only portal detection to get into the archives, because over here-” he grabbed the man’s hand and traced it to a small clearing, nearby, separated physically, yes, but near enough that anti magic systems would be counterproductive. “Is where the Archivists mages train. Which means the radius can’t extend farther than about… here.” He uses Gortash’s finger to draw an arc, and points his free hand to a spot just outside of it, “This is where we get inside. I know, don’t thank me.” Rhyse chuckles, proud of his work.

Gortash stared at him, eyes wide “That’s- That’s what we’re missing. You’re Brilliant!”

“We’re brilliant.” He says, quoting the tyrant’s previous words. Neither could’ve gotten anywhere near this close without the other, but together, together they were unstoppable. The two continued like this, bouncing ideas back and forth, enjoying the others' company until nightfall.

“-Anyways, if we use this hidden passageway, this tome says there may be an exit leading right to- Is your tail wagging?” Gortash’s ramble stopped abruptly at the realization. Wait was it?- Gods it was, Rhyse willed his tail to stop.

“I- What are you talking about?” He lied, Gortash was never going to let him live this down, Rhyse knew it.

The man burst into cackling laughter, “Gods, it was! Are you embarrassed?” Gortash sneered.

“Shut the fuck up, not a word.” Rhyse huffed, feigning being upset, holding back his own laughter. For a moment, it felt like it was just the two of them in the world, no priorities, no responsibilities, no Orin, or Severok, or Bhaal-

A treacherous thought, immediately punished by a surge of bloodlust. He tried everything in his power to keep it down, keep it under control. “Dammitdammitdammitdammit Fuck!” He fell back from his chair to the cold hard stone, and pushed his back with force into the nearest wall. His vision went blurry and red, his hearing clouded by the rush of his own blood. Claws raked through his raven hair, his breathing grew unsteady, his muscles urged to gut the man open, to hold the heart in his hands and crush it, watch the blood and gore drip down. Stopitstopitstopitstopit, keep it under control, he had too.

“-yse, Rhyse! Rhyse gods damn it!” he heard the tyrant rush over to his side, wasn’t in control of himself when he felt his claws sink into the man's shoulder. “Hey, you’re alright, breathe.” But the Bhaalspawn wasn’t in control of himself. He ripped the coat from the tyrant, and immediately Rhyse saw Gortash’s eyes flash genuine fear. The Urge relished in the man's fright, but it only made Rhyse fight back harder. Rhyse heard the man’s voice waiver as he attempted to comment wittily, but couldn’t even manage that. “I-” The Urge growled and sunk Rhyse’s claws into Gortash’s neck.

Right as he was about to finish the man off, he regained control and stumbled back. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck oh Hells.” He tried to calm his own breathing, but all his immediate attention was on Gortash. Rhyse rushed forward slightly, preparing a cure wounds spell for Gortash, but stopped immediately when he saw the man flinch.

After a second, Gortash sat up and chuckled grimly, unable to meet the Bhaalspawn’s eyes. “Gods, for a moment, I thought I was really going to die.” Gortash allowed himself to be healed. Even without his coat, he was an expert at hiding his emotions, but Rhyse heard his voice elevate, the waver in his words.

“I shouldn’t have come.” Rhyse growled, mostly to himself, how could he have been so stupid, thinking he could fight his own father, his very blood. Once Gortash was healed Rhyse immediately got up to leave, but he felt a hand grab his wrist. “Gortash, let go.”

“You don’t plan on returning, do you? Is this really it? Our plan, everything we’ve built towards, is this really where you want it to end” The tyrant nearly pleaded, it’s unbecoming of a Chosen of Bane. His hidden words, his broken eyes, ask a different question, Is this where we end? Like they ever ‘began’ in the first place, but it nearly made Rhyse break. How could he still care about him? Rhyse nearly killed him.

“Let. Go.” Rhyse snarled. Let go of him, his memory, move on, it will hurt less. Rather cut their losses now, than watch the dagger twist through his ribcage, tears pouring down as the tyrant’s heart stops.

“When do you plan on returning? Because you will return.” He grips the Tieflings wrist tighter, Rhyse could rip that pretty hand off his wrist with no more than a well placed yank.

“Let go. I will not warn you again.” He tugs his arm, but makes no real effort to break free.

Oops, there’s the end :/ I have beef with tumblr for fucking up all my formatting but I’m on mobile so I can’t do anything about it.

#durge #durgetash #enver gortash #goretash #durge oc #bg3 #fanfic

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