#i already darkened all the colors once maybe i should again

[climbingrachis]

@cryptidclaw decided to do that clan generator thing and i got a small clan that made me think of nomadic wanderers in some kinda post apocalyptic setting trying to survive and i vibe with them so say hello to Garlicstar my beloved.

i know it says white cat but i personally struggle to make single-color designs look good and also i made her related to one of the queens who is a tortie so why not both of them be torties

she doesnt actually have 9 lives, the previous leader died in whatever catastrophe they escaped from and where they went to talk to starclan was either destroyed or blocked off. she tried just sleeping and hoping to find them in her dreams with no luck, however morale was already low enough and she didnt want them thinking starclan abandoned them so she lied and said it worked.

garlic has the personality of a meerkat but despite all the anxiety is doing her best and does a pretty good job of putting on a strong front

[saintlaurentisms]

hi my love! been obsessed with the fictional club scene recently; was wondering if you could write me a quick smutty club bathroom/dancefloor blurb!!! have fun with it, i love ya <3 :3

fulfilling the fantasy.

A/N: i had so much fun writing this, holy shit. this is dedicated to all of the harry & ashton fans in the world (and on the internet!), i see you and i believe you have taste.

gif credit.

summary: in which, you and your boyfriend go out to celebrate a successful first tour gig and the adrenaline seriously heightens emotions. ~ featuring ashton irwin of 5 seconds of summer.

content warning: smut (semi-public p-in-v sex in front of a mirror, voyeurism, threesome (???), dirty talk (degradation + praise), oral sex (male receiving), some hair pulling, daddy kink.) this work is intended for those 18+ and should be read by mature audiences only.

word count: 2.7k+ words.

The post-concert adrenaline hadn’t wavered in Harry’s veins, that much was evident. When you looked at him, all you could see was the radiance of energy and purity of happiness; evergreen in his eyes, the rose color in his lips, the blackness of ink that shone underneath the arctic hues of blue and white in the nightclub you and Harry had ventured to in the darkness of the evening. It was risky going out, especially at a time where One Direction fans were probably having their own adventure, still riding the high of seeing their favorite band perform live, but you nor Harry seemed to care.

Tonight was all about him, all about celebrating a successful first show and the beginning of the On the Road Again tour. The rest of the boys had preoccupied themselves with their own forms of fun, leaving you and Harry by yourselves. Upon entering the venue, you beelined towards the bar, your hand in Harry’s with your heads bowed to try and keep your identities a bit of a secret. You’re in the middle of ordering a round of vodka shots for you both before you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turn your head to get a glance at who could have tapped you, though you’re already suspecting it was a fan. 

You were wrong.

“Holy shit, Ashton?” You exclaim, eyebrows furrowing at the man in front of you. Harry’s eyes widen a bit at your words, turning his body fully to face the drummer, abandoning the bartender and the prospect of alcohol. It had been a while since you’d interacted with Ashton in person, only really communicating via text or video chat since you last saw him a year ago. Of course, it had been far longer for Harry; One Direction had 5 Seconds of Summer on tour with them in 2013 and 2014 and they all grew quite close during that time, but their communication had fizzled out due to how busy both bands became. 

“I knew it was you!” Ashton grins, hazel eyes glimmering with excitement as the pair of you take each other in. The buzz of chemistry between you and the Australian was palpable – palpable enough for anyone to notice it, including Harry. 

Harry’s lips twitch up into a small smile at the interaction taking place in front of him, yet an ugly, gnawing feeling in his gut is slowly beginning to grow; he knew you were attracted to Ashton when you’d met back in 2013 and that Ashton reciprocated those feelings once you both had gotten to know one another. However, you and Harry had just begun dating and knew that nothing would come of your little crush on the drummer. Still, a deep-seated insecurity nestled its way into his bones and, apparently, hadn’t quite left. 

Maybe it was the adrenaline coursing through his veins, but the unsettling amount of jealousy your boyfriend was beginning to feel made his evergreen eyes go emerald; hard, darkened. “We’re celebrating tour,” Harry cuts in, instinctively wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “the first show was earlier on.” 

“Yeah, I heard through the grapevine,” Ashton replies playfully, “Niall. Niall’s the grapevine. He asked if the boys and I could catch the show, but we were busy. Will you be in Australia for a bit?”

“Yes! Yeah, we’ll be in Australia. 1D has shows in Brisbane and Melbourne.” The words tumble out of your mouth and it sounds as though you’re a walking advert for your boyfriend’s band. Clearly, Ashton finds it cute because he’s chuckling at your unfiltered enthusiasm the minute you stop rambling. 

“Well, it was great to see you guys. I didn’t mean to intrude.” He smiles, though his words are a slight dig at your boyfriend; Ashton could tell Harry’s guard was up and the jealousy that he exuded was crystal clear. At least, it was to him.

You, on the other hand, were too wrapped up in excitement to truly take note. 

The drummer leaves you and Harry at the bar, going back into the atmosphere of the club. You spot him joining a group of friends at a table. Part of you wishes he’d stay and chat more, but the evening wasn’t about socializing, it was about basking in the glory of your popstar beau. 

Everything seems to return back to normal; you turn your attention back to the bar and order that round of vodka shots for yourself and Harry. The two of you are two shots deep before his gaze falls on you, “D’you want to fuck him?” 

You choke on the alcohol, sputtering slightly with wide eyes at the incredibly unexpected question. “W-What? What the fuck are you- are you talking about?” You speak between breaths, trying to regain composure. Harry wasn’t usually so direct, this only happened whenever sex was involved, so why he was so upfront confused you a bit. 

“Do you want to have sex with Ashton?”

“Harry,” You look at him incredulously, “don’t be ridiculous. No, I don’t want to sleep with Ashton.”

“Don’t lie, Y/N. You’ve always fancied him, we both know that.”

“So what? I’m with you, I love you. Want you, not him. It’s just a little celebrity crush, H. You know I’d-”

“Darling,” Harry interrupts with a chuckle, amused by your immediate instinct to reassure him that you’d never entertain infidelity. He knew how committed you were to him. “S’ not what I mean. I know you wouldn’t cheat on me. M’ askin’ if you’d ever thought about fucking him.” 

You weren’t sure whether to be truthful or to set aside your feelings. On one hand, he was only asking you if you’d thought about it or had ever fantasized about it, yet on the other hand, a part of you was sure that if you answered with the truth, he’d get angry with you. However, Harry had never been the type to get angry over honesty. In fact, he preached being truthful. 

“I’ve… thought about it, yeah. It isn’t really a fantasy about him fucking me, though. It’s more- well, it’s more about you and him.”

Your boyfriend blinks, “A threesome?”

“Kind of? I- I guess you could describe it that way. You, uhm.. You take turns.”

At this, the popstar is silent. His eyebrows knit together as he thinks for a brief moment. 

“We share you.”

You cringe at Harry’s words. The lewdness of his sentence lingers and makes you feel queasy, “When you put it like that, I sound like a slut. I hate how that sounds.”

“Baby, there’s nothin’ wrong with wanting to explore having more than one sexual partner. ‘Spose it is a threesome you’re wanting. I…” He trails off, pearly teeth nibbling at his lower lip as he starts to think deeply once more, diving head first into the depths of his head. 

“Yeah?” You coax, eyebrows raising slightly.

“I’ll be honest, m’ a bit jealous about it- the idea of another man takin’ you. But, if it’s just a one time thing, I think I could be okay with it.” Harry replies sincerely, green eyes meeting your own briefly. “One night only, the two of us makin’ you ours for an evening.”

Those words go straight to your core and your brain begins to conjure up filthy images of Ashton and Harry taking turns pleasing you. Your thighs squeeze together in order to quell the heat beginning to bloom in between them. “Please?” You ask quietly, gazing up at your boyfriend with faux innocence; a little look like this tends to send Harry into dominant overdrive. 

He smirks, “Text him and tell him to meet us in the bathroom, love.”

Within eight minutes, Ashton is tapping on the club’s bathroom door before swiftly entering and locking it behind him. His hazel eyes glance over at Harry, then at you. “Are you sure about this?”

You’d texted the drummer about the situation when your boyfriend had told you to, not leaving any important details out of it. It was made clear: you, Harry and Ashton, fucking in the club’s bathroom. The only opportunity you’d ever get to have both of the men you deemed incredibly fit and had the most chemistry with. 

You nod confidently, “I’m sure, I promise.” 

Like a switch had flipped, Ashton’s gaze meets Harry’s again, but there’s a haze in it; his once bright hazel eyes are clouded with desire. Some silent conversation is had between their eyes, maybe it’s both men agreeing to the terms – whatever it is, they both exude an aura of dominance that has your heartbeat increasing. You’ve never wanted to be on your knees this badly before.

The feeling of Harry’s lips brushing against your ear brings you out of your reverie and a short gasp leaves your lips as they trail downward and press a deep kiss to your neck. Ashton walks forward, one of his hands cupping your cheek as he brings his lips to yours, sealing your fate. 

The affair becomes a blur of quick movements and kisses shared as time progresses. The soft clink of belts being unbuckled and heavy breathing fills the room when you’re finally brought down to your knees, eyes feigning innocence as you look up at Ashton. His hand is wrapped around his cock, the tip of it right at your lips. 

“Go on, baby. Show Ashton how much of a good little slut y’ are.” Harry encourages you, leaning against the sink with his hand tugging slowly at his length. Without much else, your lips wrap around the drummer’s dick, your head bobbing up and down in order to take more of it in.

“Fuck,” Ashton swears through gritted teeth, his free hand weaving itself into your hair, gently guiding your movements, “so good, doll. Keep goin’ just like that for me.” 

You do, you allow him to guide your movements with each tug on your hair, furthering his cock into your mouth. It’s sloppy; tears are welling in your eyes whenever he hits the back of your throat, your saliva is coating his dick and your chin. “She’s such a slut for it, Styles. Damn, you got lucky.” Ashton groans low in his throat, which makes Harry smirk.

“Bet you’re absolutely dripping, aren’t you baby? Adore being used, don’t you?” Your boyfriend taunts you, evergreen eyes watching you suck off his friend. All you can do is look at him as validation for his statement. 

Ashton’s fingers wrapping in the strands of your hair becomes slightly fiercer, pulling and pushing your lips up and down his length as he chases euphoria. “Fuck, I’m close.” He warns, hazel eyes shutting as he tries his damndest to hold on for just a bit longer.

Your eyes flit towards Harry, who’s still watching you give Ashton a blowjob, his hand tugging at his cock lazily. A devilish grin has throned itself upon his lips, “Cum for her, Ash.”

The drummer’s fingers twitch momentarily, then still. A guttural groan leaves his lips as his head tilts back and his cock throbs in between your lips, emptying himself into your mouth. Eagerly, you swallow what he gives you – and it’s a lot; thick streams of cum paint your tongue white.

Ashton pulls away from you once his cock starts to soften, tucking himself back into his trousers and gently helping you up from off your knees. “That was- shit, that was really fuckin’ good.”

“I- uh.. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” You reply a bit bashfully. “Now, do you mind if Harry and I…” You trail off, hoping he’d take the hint that you wanted to be alone with your significant other.

Thankfully, he does. Ashton turns to look at himself in the mirror above the sink, straightening himself out before saying goodbye to you and Harry, then asking your boyfriend to text him. He unlocks the door and disappears into the club. 

You make quick work of locking it once more, then face your boyfriend. Harry gestures you over to him and the minute you’re standing in front of him, both of his hands grip your waist. He wastes no time in undressing your lower half and bending you over the sink, one of his hands reaching to pull at your hair so your eyes are focused on your reflections in the mirror. He’s being rough, but you hadn’t expected much else; whenever he got really aroused, his dominant side would peak significantly. 

“Did you like having Ashton’s dick down your throat, darling? I know you did, I can feel just how wet you are.” He teases you, the head of his length pressing up against your entrance. “I think you enjoyed it a bit too much, Y/N. D’you need to be reminded of who you belong to, baby?”

You swallow thickly, eyes meeting his through the mirror, “Yes.”

“Sorry? Didn’t quite hear you, love.”

A shaky sigh leaves your lips, “Yes, Daddy.”

The feeling of Harry’s cock stretching you out overwhelms your senses, your nails claw at the sink as he bottoms out. “Have to be quick,” He grunts as his hips start to move, thrusting in and out of your dripping pussy at an unrelenting pace, “but I’ll make damn sure you know who you belong to once m’ finished.” 

You can’t speak, your lips are parted as heavy breaths and choked moans roll off of your tongue as your boyfriend takes you. Harry’s right hand finds your clit, the pads of his fingers start toying with the sensitive pearl. “Look at you, takin’ my cock like the perfect slut that y’ are. Should fulfill more of your fantasies if this is how bloody good you’ll be.” He growls in your ear.

“Yes- yes, please!” You mewl, the prospect of exploring more of your desires with the man that you love makes you more aroused, your pussy clenches around his cock at the thought. “I- I love being your p-perfect little slut.”

“I know, angel. So fuckin’ perfect f’ Daddy.” 

A whine leaves your lips, “God, Harry, I’m gonna cum.” 

“Not before you tell me who you belong to, baby.” 

Another whine leaves your lips; he’s playing a game with you and if you don’t obey the rules, you won’t get to orgasm. You need to orgasm. 

“Yours, Harry. I- I’m all yours.”

He gives a particularly rough thrust and his teeth scrape at your ear, “Who’s pussy is this?”

You gasp, “Yours.”

“That’s right, angel. Now you can cum f’ me.” 

Harry’s fingers on your clit continue to rub quick circles, his eyes fixated on your features twisting up in pure ecstasy as your orgasm hits you hard; jaw slack, eyes pinched shut, pussy throbbing around his cock. 

The feeling of you squeezing around him like a vice triggers his own orgasm. He buries his face into the crook of your neck to muffle the loud groan that reverberates in his chest, his stomach clenching as he empties himself inside of you. 

“Holy shit.” You chuckle breathlessly as your orgasms begin to dissipate. Harry’s hand falls away from your clit and he gingerly begins to pull out of you, eyebrows furrowing a bit at the feeling. 

“Are you alright?” He asks, helping you steady yourself as you straighten up. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m alright. I do have a question for you,” You begin, just as you both start redressing, “were you being serious about fulfilling more of my fantasies? Or was that the testosterone talking?”

Harry grins, “Definitely not just the testosterone. We’ve never actually discussed what sexual fantasies you’ve had.”

“Do you have any?” You ask curiously, quietly wracking your brain for a possible answer he might give.

“Not very many, but I do have a few. Don’t think we should begin discussing them now, darling. We’ve been in here for a long time.” He replies, taking a quick glance at himself in the mirror, then wrapping an arm around your waist. 

“Right,” You giggle, “we should go.” 

Harry reaches to unlock the bathroom door and leads you back out into the club, the both of you exiting with smug expressions on your faces and one shared thought…

If this was only one of your fantasies, what else could you both explore?

[cheegu3]

𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 - 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝖿𝗍

prompt; here genre; yandere, one-shot warnings; yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, kidnapping, delusional!bf, sexual undertones / themes, nausea, anger, some violence, sympathizing w abuser, a little sad wc; 1.2k

'' You did this for me? ''

The first thing you saw while being led up the stairs was the extravagant cake. It looked like an exact copy of the one you'd had with your family and friends a year before, back when Hyunjin didn't know you. It sent chills down your spine.

He nodded, a proud smile on his lips. '' Do you like it? ''

Your eyes shifted to the other things he had done. Ballons were hung up in the background next to a happy birthday banner. Overall it looked very inviting and it was a sweet gesture. But you would've appreciated it more if he let you see your loved ones instead.

The living room looked so lonely with all its context. You always looked forward to your birthdays. However, ever since being kidnapped and kept in the basement you had no concept of the passing of time.

You glanced at the calendar on the wall. Sure enough, it was your birthday. You weren't even going to question how he knew that, he had revealed throughout your time here that he had stalked you for a long time and knew more than you thought.

Something stirred inside you, June, you had already been here for three months?

Hyunjin moved in your peripheral vision, causing you to be brought back to reality and become aware of his darkened stare at you.

'' It's perfect, thank you. ''

'' What were you thinking about? ''

You swallowed hard and tried your best to put on a fake, beaming smile. '' Just that it's already been three months since I came here. ''

He lit up. '' I know right! ''

Hyunjin didn't pick up on your tone because he refused to see things as they actually were. He was convinced you loved him as much as he loved you. So in moments like these when you showed obvious signs of contempt, all he heard was what he wanted to hear ' I saved her from her old life, she's so happy that we're together now '

Silence fell over you when you weren't sure what to say or do except give an awkward and very uncomfortable laugh. Exhausted from being drained by him, you tried to create some distance. Walking over to the cake, the threat of tears blurred your vision for a second before you pushed them back.

'' I have a gift for you. ''

'' A gift? '' you said, a hint of caution in your surprised voice.

A cheeky smile tugged at the corners of his lips. '' Stay here. ''

You watched him as he went into where he slept. What he'd called ' your bedroom ' once you'd upgraded and no longer resisted his advances, that is. Your eyes began to show longing while staring at the half-open door, you didn't know how much longer you could take staying in the basement. Maybe you should just give in to him, even if it's all an act, so you could sleep like a normal person above ground.

Once again, you were snapped back and blinked to focus on Hyunjin as he emerged from the bedroom. He was holding a big wrapped square box in his hands, with a colored bow on top.

Coming over to where you were, he sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to him. You felt uncomfortable being so close to him. Fear struck you out of nowhere as a thought crept into your mind ' what if he expects something back for this? '.

You took it from his hands when he extended it to you. His eyes had a playful glint in them. With your shaky hands, you carefully unwrapped it little by little, like it was the most delicate thing ever.

Maybe you were trying to delay seeing what it was, but unfortunately, that time came not long after since you could tell Hyunjin was getting impatient so you had to speed up.

You prepared to fake glee when you lifted the lid off, instead what you saw caught you by surprise so much so that you let a small gasp slip out.

Hyunjin threw an arm around you, a sly smirk on his face as he pulled you towards him. You stared down at the box again, making sure you weren't mistaken. Unfortunately for you, you hadn't been; the hint of lace told you everything you needed to know. That foreboding feeling you had felt before was real, your worst nightmare was here. He had given you lingerie.

'' I love you...so, so much, '' he murmured into your ear.

You felt a sudden wave of nausea wash over you. You didn't even think it was possible to get closer than you'd already been in that small claustrophobic couch, but now when you could feel yourself being in contact with him all over, it felt even more suffocating; like you were physically glued to him.

You squirmed a bit and noticed his smile falling. '' You don't like it? ''

'' Hyunjin, it's- '' but no matter how hard you tried to smile, it twisted and ended up looking more like a grimace of pain, there was no hiding your true feelings now, and for the first time he had picked up on them.

'' Why? '' he snapped, causing you to flinch.

In the past, his eyes would've softened at what he called his mistakes, which was when he lost his temper. Now though, the rose-colored glasses were slowly sliding off and he couldn't do anything about it.

He looked around at everything he had done for you and suddenly it all started losing color. The candles on the cake blurred, the balloons looked droopy and the confetti looked bleak. The look on his face when his attention returned to you, was something you wouldn't forget for a long time.

'' How could you do this to me? ''

You stood up and tried getting away. He closed in on you, caging you between the kitchen island and him. You whimpered when you felt the sharp edge press into the low of your back.

'' Hyunjin, please, baby, '' you tried desperately.

'' You never loved me, did you? How could you use me like this! '' he screamed with so much passion that you shuddered.

You didn't know what to say or do. Desperately pinned by him, you felt there was little you could say to help your situation.

He tried to control his breathing while staring at you. Your own was very shaky as you tried deciphering whether he wanted you to speak or not.

'' Say something! '' he answered your thoughts.

His voice broke and tears started overflowing in his eyes. You felt bad for him even though you probably shouldn't have. He must've been so lonely to become so sick; telling himself whatever he wished was real, and now the illusion was shattered.

You felt your heart ache painfully at the sight of him losing control and sobbing uncontrollably. It made your own eyes fill up.

All it took was one comforting hand on his shoulder before he fell apart completely. He let himself lean on you and cried into your hair.

'' I'm sorry. ''

You rubbed his back.

'' Me too, '' he sniffled and pulled away.

Then you both laughed unexpectedly at the awkward atmosphere.

'' I just- '' he sighed, '' I just love you so much. ''

You scrunched your nose as you cringed, but you could still feel it in your heart to be true, so a small smile shot to your lips through all the tears.

'' I know, '' you mumbled. '' I know you do. ''

Too much, and that was the problem.

[unreliablesnake]

My new swag (Joel Miller x reader)

Summary: Joel's ex makes you snap, and it's revealed that you come from a rich family.

Note: This brainrot comes from me reading this amazing chapter of Summer Submission by @elvinaa. I just wanted the reader snap and reveal that she comes from a ridiculously rich family (like Nick in Crazy Rich Asians), making Allison and Sarah shut up at once. Thank you so much for giving me permission to write this!! / The title comes from this song because I've been listening to this on repeat while writing. /Not proofread or edited. I'll die on that hill one day.

Warnings: age gap, no outbreak, rich Joel.

It would have been a blatant lie if you said you weren't nervous. Joel was there by your side, promising a wonderful evening for the two of you, but you knew his ex-wife and daughter would also be there, which foreshadowed the upcoming drama. Why would they start and behave now of all times?

And just as expected, drama slowly unfolded. First Allison and Sarah made their snarky little comments, trying to anger you and Joel simultaneously. Then Charles started talking shit, giving you a glimpse into the series of lies those evil witches were spreading about you.

Then there were the looks of familiarity from people who had already known you and your family. But you knew they would keep their mouths shut about this. No one needed to know the truth, especially not Sarah or Allison. Oh, they would be a hundred times worse if they knew. A part of you wanted them to find out, the thought of the look on their faces being quite entertaining, but this wasn’t the right time or place for that.

Being in the company of Stella and Neal felt like a breath of fresh air. They were always so nice to you, making you feel safe and sane in the shitstorm you got yourself into by choosing Joel. You didn’t even know where you would be if they hadn’t taken you under their wings.

Sometimes you wondered if it was a good idea–staying with Joel, that is. Maybe you should just go home and leave this madness behind. Not because Sarah and Allison wanted you to leave, not because you were afraid of what they would do, but because that was the only way you could keep your remaining sanity and dignity.

“You okay?” Neal asked you on the dancefloor, knocking you out of your darkening thoughts.

Letting out a sigh, you thought about what to say. He could see right through you, there was no reason to lie. “Why am I here?” you asked him, being sure he would know what you meant by this short question.

Neal groaned, a sound that was accompanied by a disapproving look as he guided you. “Just breathe in, then breathe out. Calm down. They can’t hurt you with their stupid lies. I mean, they could, but I’m sure you can protect yourself. You don’t need anyone’s help, not even Joel’s.”

Maybe he was right; you shouldn’t let those vicious women get to you. So you put on a smile and gave Neal the sweetest look you could possibly manage. He couldn’t help but laugh as he complimented your sudden good mood, making you laugh as well. It felt nice. It felt warm. You were beginning to feel like yourself again.

“When was the last time you were at an event like this?” he suddenly asked when a slower song was playing and he held you closer than before.

You had to think about this for a moment. “A few years ago. I can’t even remember what the gala was for, but I sure as hell remember my adorable peach-colored dress and the way guys kept staring at me,” you replied dreamily, earning a smug smile from the man in front of you. “Oh, please, I went there with my dad. He chased away everyone.”

The two of you laughed at the thought, then he tilted his head to the side as he watched you. You cocked an eyebrow, having no idea what was going through his handsome head. Whatever it was, it drew a mischievous smile on his face.

“I remember what you wore at that Christmas party last year,” he suddenly said with a wide grin.

Of course, he was there. You attended the grandiose Christmas event your father’s company hosted for prominent people, feeling free and good because you onew no photos of you would get out from the event. Your father always made sure of that, no magazine was brave enough to take a risk. This way you knew Sarah wouldn’t find out, and so you had one less thing to worry about.

Your father introduced you to Neal himself, for some reason finding this young man worthy of meeting you. The two of you had fun, but at the end of the event you didn’t give him your number, and told him he shouldn’t risk stalking you on social media. He took the hint and let you be.

Before you could say anything, you noticed Joel on the side of the dancefloor, his eyes fixed on you. You watched him approach with a smile, honestly happy to see him. “Joel, did your conversation go well?” you asked sweetly.

Your innocent question kicked off a conversation between Joel and Neal that made you tense up. You didn’t like where this was going, and in all honesty, you found it ridiculous. Joel was jealous, it was clear as day, while Neal was having the time of his life messing with him.

When you made it to your table before the auction, Allison sprung into action, aiming at provoking you two until you broke. But you were done with their bullshit, and Joel didn’t seem to care much either. He put a hand on your thigh when Charles asked if you enjoyed the event, and his fingers tightened around your flesh when Allison made a few more unwanted comments.

You glanced over at Neal for a moment, thinking about how dancing with him was so far the best part of the night. Maybe it was the fact there was no drama with him around. Maybe it was the fact he knew the real you. Maybe both.

“Do you like it?” Joel asked with a gentle nudge.

Since you were zoning out, you had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. “Like what?”

“That painting,” he whispered, flashing a charming smile at you.

It was beautiful, you didn’t even deny it. But then he raised the white card that until now lay on the table and said, “Twenty thousand.”

You shot him a shocked look, demanding to know why he suddenly decided to bid for it, and when he said he wanted to buy it for you, you had a mental breakdown. He was going too far with this. You knew you had to stop him. But as you tried to come up with the plan to convince him to give up, you heard Neal’s voice from the other side of the table.

And that’s when these two��Joel and Neal–began their own stupid little bidding war. You tried to convince Joel once again, but he didn’t stop so you picked up a white card from the table and said, “Two hundred and fifty thousand!”

This shut them up. In fact, it shut everyone up.

You noticed the knowing smile that crept on Neal’s lips, but your attention was averted by Allison, who scoffed and said, “It’s easy to be generous with Joel’s money.”

It was rich coming from her, but you managed not to laugh at her statement. Sarah began to complain about you spending her father’s money, Allison joined the choir soon after, but you were more focused on Joel who was watching you with a serious expression on his face.

“What was that?” he asked.

“I snapped and bought the painting myself to stop you two morons,” you said, pointing at Joel first, then moving your fingers to point at Neal.

He laughed, seemingly having a little too much fun, but Joel was dead serious as his eyes burned a hole in you. “This is for charity,” he repeated his previous words. “And I’m still paying for it at the end of the day, so I should thank you for making a generous offer in my name.”

“Charity, my ass. It was all about winning. At least I had a good reason to buy this painting with my own money and support this cause due to my family history,” you said, having to bite on your lower lip before your tears would begin to fall because of the memories.

Joel’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t try to ask you about the my own money part of your speech despite having a frown on his face when you said it. Good. You wanted to forget this and enjoy the rest of the evening in peace.

But Allison had a different idea. She took a sip of her drink, then she said, “And how are you planning to pay for it? You said you were buying it with your own money after all.”

“Yeah, you don’t have that much money. Hell, you couldn’t even pay for your own dress,” Sarah said with a mean smile.

Oh, you poor thing, if you only knew. If Joel hadn’t shown up in the shop, you would have paid for everything yourself. But as she and her mother kept giving you those vicious looks, acting like rabid dogs ready to attack, you felt something snap in you.

“You know what? I’m not gonna stay here and listen to the two of you. You’re terrible, pathetic people, and you,” you said, pointing at Allison, “don’t even have money. Assuming I just spent Joel’s money was truly rich coming from you, the very woman who has been blackmailing him for more of his money that you don’t even deserve.”

Stella’s lips curled into a proud smile, while Neal silently clapped to cheer you on. You glanced down at Joel for a moment who had a very, very confused look on his face.

“I’ll go pay for the painting then I’m heading home,” you stated, talking mostly to Joel. “Have a good night, everyone.”

“What the hell?” you heard Sarah’s voice from behind you.

It was soon followed by Neal who said, “You know, her family has more money and power than you can even think of.”

He shouldn’t have said that, but it was water under the bridge now, you weren’t planning on going back and telling everyone to keep quiet about this little detail. So you walked outside, heading straight to one of the organizers to check where you could pay for the damn painting that you bought. You asked them to put a note on it, one that was intended for Stella who deserved this beauty for helping you so much throughout the past few weeks.

As you walked towards the front door, you heard a familiar voice behind your back. “Hey! Would you stop?”

“Why?” you asked before telling him how terrible you felt the whole night.

It had been a nightmare so far, and you told him that you weren’t expecting things to get any better. Then one thing followed another and he ended up saying something that deeply hurt you.

“I’m not the one making a scene. I don’t start fights, I finish them,” you informed him angrily, doing your best to keep your voice down. “Talk to your ex and daughter, get them to behave. Oh, and tell Allison that if she does or says anything that hurts my reputation back home, she better do it knowing my family has an army of bloodthirsty lawyers who would be more than happy to tear her apart in court for defamation.”

Joel opened his mouth, seemingly about to say something to this, but then he remained silent. Out of morbid curiosity you stayed there, waiting to hear what he had to say. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke up and said, “Is it true? What Neal said about your family.” You nodded as you folded your hands behind your back. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Because we’re not like you, we don’t want the world to know we’re rich, you were dying to say. It was true, your family was ridiculously private, and you went against everything you had been taught all your life tonight by letting them find out the truth like they did.

“That’s my family’s money,” you said in the end. “I bought the painting with the money I inherited from my grandfather. I don’t want my family’s money, not yet. I want to live a perfectly normal life while I’m studying. I’m already getting a lot of shit for not studying in England, I don’t need them to have more to say about my life.”

You could see the wheels turning in his head, but you weren’t about to wait and find out what he had to say.

“I’ll go home now,” you said before turning around and going outside to get a taxi.

This was for the best. You both needed time to calm down, and you could only hope he would come after you soon. If he didn’t… Well, at least you would know what kind of man he was. He only wanted you when he couldn’t have you. Now here you were, ready to be with him, but he didn’t seem as invested in this relationship as you were.

[c-midori]

SHATTERED IN SECONDS

"It was like when you make a move in chess and just as you take your finger off the piece, you see the mistake you've made, and there's this panic because you don't know yet the scale of disaster you've left yourself open to."

- Kazuo Ishiguro

CATEGORY 5 HURRICANE SELMA CONTINUES TO THREATEN BAJA CALIFORNIA AND CALIFORNIA COASTS WITH HIGH STORM SURGE…

On the surface, this storm didn’t seem like a big threat. You’d just have to stay close to shore, so as to not get swept away.

Easy, wasn’t it?

Well yes, but we’re not talking about the surface.

We’re talking about the OCTOPOD. What else would it have been?

Oh right. There was also outside the Octopod. The sea.

A few hours had passed now. The winds were starting to pick up now, as Selma’s outer bands rolled in.

From the HQ, Kwazii kept watching as day gradually turned to night. To him, it looked fantastic. The darkening of the sea’s colors, while painting everything into dullness, was still majestic in a way.

"Avast, if Dashi wasn’t sleeping this out, she’d get some fantastic shots." The cat smiled at Shellington, whipping out his pathetically old BlackBerry Bold 9900. "But at least I’ve gotten this old thing from who knows where!"

Only recently had the sea otter noticed Kwazii’s liking for 2000s technology like this. The other day, when he walked into the cat’s room, he noticed a PlayStation 2 on his dresser.

It was an interesting quirk. Maybe the term "piracy", as in downloading episodes of Velma from a sketchy website full of steamed hams in your area brought Kwazii back to his pirate days. And from there he discovered how cool the 2000s really were.

He was a little confused, but he got the spirit. So, yay for him.

"Shellington? Kwazii? If I were y’all, I’d get away from the windows. Y’know it’s only gonna get worse." Tweak spoke up from behind them. "There’s gotta be some debris coming from somewhere… Rocks and the like!"

"Nyaw, it’s not like it’s gotten anywhere yet! We’ve got time!" The cat laughed it off. "After all, we just gotta wait!"

The bunny facepalmed. She knew he couldn’t risk it forever. Especially not in the wake of a hurricane. A CATEGORY 5 hurricane.

But, of course, Kwazii couldn’t listen. And neither could Shellington. They were just too… disconnected, if anything.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Barnacles made an announcement.

"Octonauts, I advise that all of you stay inside the main area of the Octopod for the rest of tonight. Remember that we are going through an extremely violent hurricane, and it’s moving fast. Should anything happen, we should stick together."

Kwazii stopped smiling.

Shellington stopped smiling, too.

The true scale of what was yet to come, finally came into full view. And it was not good at all.

"Jumping jellyfish. I almost forgot… again." The sea otter was now wide awake, which was rare to see as he tended to be a sleepyhead. But now here he was, in horrific realization.

And not just that, but he knew Dashi was deep asleep in her room. Yet, he couldn’t speak up. Not yet.

Barnacles didn’t know either.

But Kwazii did.

"Captain, I think we’re missing someone… HEY! Any of ye seen-"

And just when you thought things were shit, they were about to become the diarrhea you got after eating one too many breadsticks from the school cafeteria.

The Octopod slowly rumbled, as Selma’s winds picked up once again. For a few seconds, it calmly get steadily rocked back and fourth. Again and again.

"…jumping jellyfish. I gotta go." Shellington rushed to his lab. Kwazii went down his trail, deep into his refuge.

~~~~

Shellington walked around his lab, and he was starting to panic.

"What do we do? What do we do? What… do we do? The Octopod is shaking, the hurricane is already here, and Dashi isn’t in the main area." He kept talking to himself, before bumping into Kwazii.

"C’mon, now! I clearly helped Captain anchor the Octopod! We can’t be that plundered!" He tried to comfort the sea otter. But it wasn’t any use.

"Kwazii, you and I need to get to the launch bay RIGHT NOW. I might have an idea of why things aren’t going well."

A few minutes later, the two had snuck past Tweak, and were tethered to the Octopod by an old iPhone charging cable. Selma kept throwing the currents around and around, and it was becoming increasingly hard to swim.

Fortunately, Kwazii easily noticed what was wrong with the Octopod.

"Nothing?!"

"Fascinating! There’s no marks at all!"

The two shook their heads. Clearly something was playing with them. A sea creature? Most likely. But that couldn’t be. Not in a hurricane!

"…avast! Your free antivirus, this isn’t right!" The cat and otter swam back inside, in panic. The cause was obvious, but the anchor had been set about 3 hours ago! And during that time, clearly many fish were finding shelter…

The anchor simply came loose. Which it had never done before.

It was a sign.

A sign that their time was almost up.

"Kwazii?! Shellington?! What were you two doin’ out there?!" Tweak immediately noticed them, dripping water. "Y'all could’ve gotten real hurt!"

"That’s for Peso to figure out. Me and Kwazii had to find out why the Octopod was shaking. And there’s no marks on the anchor… Meaning that what’s merely happening is that…" Shellington stopped, and immediately turned to Kwazii. "It’s loose."

He went went empty for a moment. "But Shellington, I didn’t do it! I was just guiding the captain and…"

The otter tightly hugged him, shaking his head. "I never said you did it. You were only trying to help… What I’m saying is… Your captain is at fault."

Tweak gasped. "Oh me, oh my, oh WHAT THE HECK?! So… Cap failed to anchor the Octopod deep enough? You’re tellin’ me he left us for dead?!"

"I mean… I DON’T KNOW!" Shellington screamed. "I might just be losing my mind! What I’m more concerned is… how much time do we have left until the anchor is loose enough to completely free the Octopod from the ground?"

The bunny just looked at the otter, horrified as he was. And the answer? Just as obvious.

"Faster than you can say 'WE'RE FUCKED FOR REAL!' WE HAVE TO GET HIS ATTENTION!" Tweak ran upstairs in a panic, something she had never really done before, until now.

By sheer coincidence, she crashed head-on into Barnacles, and it hurt like hell. But her fears numbed out her pain, as she fell back down the stairs. The captain ran for her, trying to catch.

In the end, it ended up in a two-Octonaut stampede. Two likely injuries. But those didn’t matter, when Tweak knew she was about to die in absolute panic from potential disaster.

She wished she didn’t have to say the same about the others. And while she was disappointed in Barnacles, she was just as sorry for him. To know you were in extreme danger during a hurricane, was to be a nightmare. And that? The bunny understood.

It was his fault, and at the same time, it wasn’t.

"Cap…! I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry… I should’ve been more careful…" Tweak was tearing up. "I just wanted to tell you the bad news… before it’s too late…" she covered her eyes in regret.

"Bad news? Then there’s not a time to waste. Tell me."

Tweak wanted to throw up. The whole thought of this was getting to her HARD. But she had to say something.

"The anchor is loose. It’s not functioning as it should. Cap, you know what this means? You know what this FUCKING MEANS?!" Tweak angrily grabbed the captain by the ears.

"Tweak, let go- Wait… the anchor? Loose? Not functioning as it should? You’re telling me…"

Shellington and Kwazii were gone, and Barnacles only caught sight of Tweak’s leg, as she ran upstairs.

That was the code to make a run for it.

~~~~

Barnacles ran as fast as he could to the HQ, and almost IMMEDIATELY did he SMASH his fist into the Octo-Alert. So hard, that it became louder and higher-pitched than before… and there was no way anyone could ignore.

"OCTONAUTS, TO THE HQ, RIGHT NOW! THIS IS A LIFE-OR-DEATH SITUATION, AND I NEED ALL OF US TO ACT FAST FOR OUR SURVIVAL! WASTE NO TIME OR WE WILL MOST-CERTAINLY DIE."

That was the scariest announcement Barnacles would ever say. And sadder, was that it could be his last.

Almost immediately, Peso ran through the HQ. But he didn’t stop. In fact, he was running for downstairs. He was looking for some certain patients.

"Flappity flippers! They can’t be gone like that! They have to be somewhere!" He was the most anxious he’d have been since 2010, and had his headphones on full volume. He couldn’t hear his own screams either, because all he could hear was Jvne’s hardest album ever. Its title, he screamed to himself.

"STARVING SLVTS… ALWAYS GET THEIR FIX!"

Sorry, what’s that?

Vicki? What about… Oh.

What, have we forgotten Inkling?

"No… I haven’t…" he sighed, looking at Tunip. The Vegimals had all rushed for his library, looking for Shellington as usual. "I would advise you stay with me… Oh, my, The Octo-Alarm is going off and I don’t like the sound of it…!"

He rolled up in his chair, confused about the sound. It never sounded this urgent, but now? It was nightmare fuel.

~~~~

Shellington had never cried so hard before, and now he kept raging in his laboratory, and all that Kwazii could do was watch.

"LOOK AT THIS! I COULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING! SOMETHING TO SAVE US ALL! AND YET? I DIDN’T, KWAZII! I DIDN’T!!!" He kept shouting, clutching his face in front of the cat.

"I FAILED YOU! I… FAILED YOU!"

Kwazii was trying to get him to stop crying, but it wasn’t any use. The only thing in life Kwazii feared was spiders, and now Shellington bawling his eyes out.

Not that he hatefully feared it. If anything, it was something he wished to never witness. The otter he spent so much time with. Inches away from heart failure, if anything.

"Nyaw… Who am I to leave him here?… I have to go to the HQ… But Shellington is screaming, and crying… Avast, I can’t go up there. I have to do something!"

The ex-pirate looked at the scientific otter, and knew that, with all that was happening, comfort him.

But this was impossible. With Barnacles’ making these announcements over the Octo-Alarm, his warm hugs were nothing.

"JUST MINUTES AGO, I WAS MADE AWARE OF GRIM NEWS. THE ANCHOR HAS FAILED TO CHAIN THE OCTOPOD, AND IS YET TO COME OFF AT ANY MOMENT. THE OCTOPOD IS STARTING TO SHAKE VIOLENTLY, AND HAS A VERY HIGH CHANCE TO CRASH WITH A VIOLENT IMPACT. WITH THAT, WE CAN ONLY DO ONE THING FOR AN ATTEMPT OF SURVIVAL."

Kwazii could feel himself going more and more deaf, as the screams of Barnacles and Shellington echoed around him, exceeding what he felt was over 175 decibels. Enough to kill him… if this crash didn’t.

"BRACE FOR IMPACT!" Barnacles shouted so loudly, like he was angry at everyone. Like an actual polar bear…

Kwazii had enough of him. All he wanted to do was just hug Shellington. If this was gonna keep on going, the last thing he’d do… was rebel. And so, he did.

"Captain…. SHUT UP!" He shouted back, possibly rupturing a lung. But those didn’t matter anymore. "GET OFF MY BACK AND YE BUZZ RIGHT OFF, UNDERSTOOD?!"

Not that he heard that. But the cat wanted to scream at him.

The cat tightly hugged the otter, trying to talk to him. To know he was not alone. To know he was NEVER alone. He dragged him into his bed, head on the front end.

Kwazii’s idea was to seek shelter inside here. To stay upstairs was too dangerous. And he knew others were likely listening to Barnacles.

If anything, he was hoping Dashi was still asleep.

~~~~

"Listen to me.. Inkling.. I can’t find them anywhere. They’re missing, and I can’t be bothered anymore…" Peso cried in a raspy voice. "I bet you are just as hurt as I am, but please… Save the Vegimals. Get them out of here… and save yourself."

The squid smiled at the penguin, noticing how pale his eyes were. "Goodness me, you look very ill yourself… I promise I’ll look after them."

Peso felt as if he could collapse at any moment, but he still managed to shake his flipper with Inkling. "I’m sorry… I didn’t act faster… I'm gonna miss you…"

"Good luck out there," Inkling nodded. "You're in for one wild ride." Suddenly, the Octopod violently shook, throwing Peso to the ceiling and knocking him out instantly, but not killing him, thankfully. The impact had also caused many books to fly around, some crashing into the window, which left it cracked.

"My books! Peso! Just… what a tragedy! We HAVE to evacuate… Tunip, are you ready?" He looked at the broken window, knowing it was a perfect escape.

"Cheepa… wala… Shellybo." The Vegimal looked back from the door, knowing that otter was still in there.

"…I promise we'll find him once the sand settles. I guarantee that everything has a chance." Inkling held him by one tentacle, and watched as the glass, stressed by the harsh movements of the Octopod, as it continued to glide through the sea’s insane currents, cracked one more time.

And like that, it shattered into thousands of pieces, all which made way for GALLONS upon GALLONS of sea water.

Inkling took one final look at Peso's body, knowing there was no time left. He had to go, go, go.

The other Vegimals followed him, as he charged towards the escape, knowing he was leaving behind everything. Him, Inkling, being the founder… now leaving it all as it went to waste.

At first, the Octonauts were merely a collection of simulations that Inkling had worked on with two humans in LA and Vancouver. Michael and Vicki. To each one another, it didn’t feel like a whole lot, but it was the greatest thing they’d have ever done. None of them knew the impact those simulations from 2006 had. At the time, it was all just for fun.

They decided to cherish it with the other stuff they’d have been doing at the time. All under the studio’s name.

Meomi. A little creative studio dedicated to play, delight and good-liness.

That was how it started.

And now, it was a whole new world that he had made with those two humans. None of them really knew how big this whole thing would become, until it became clear, that it was more than that little… creative… studio.

2010. The Octonauts were real.

And now, they weren’t.

As the squid swam out, hauling the Vegimals, he knew what was going to be left from this.

A lost legacy, eternal regret, and an angry call at 4AM from Vicki.

All because of a broken anchor.

It continued to shred away in the currents. Panel by panel, piece by piece.

The Octopod was slowly falling apart.

But at least Barnacles stopped shouting. At least not on the intercom.

"…S-Shellington?" Kwazii whispered to the otter, both trapped inside his folded-up bed. "Are ye okay now?"

Sea otter couldn’t see for a moment, but then realized what had happened. "Kwazii, is that you? Hi. Why are the lights turned off?"

"Just wanted to help you sleep. I know you’re awake now, so I figured we’d… talk."

Neither really knew what they were referring to. They were just in this… coffin, unaware of their impending doom.

"…Of course. I should have thought about that. What’s on your mind, Kwazii?" Shellington awkwardly giggled. "You seem pretty bored."

For a moment, the cat was thinking. Now, when you’re inside a folded up (Michael) Murphy bed, you think you’re in danger. But not here. If anything, the two were simply enjoying each other’s company.

"Well… I do wanna confess something." Kwazii giggled back. "Ye approve~?"

Shellington let out an "mhmm", which made the cat blush a little.

"Good, matey. Now, I’m pretty sure ye know that we’ve been spending more time than usual lately. And honestly, I myself don’t really know why… But, Shellington, the thing is… and I’m being more genuine than a PlayStation 5 from a shady arcade, and I’ve wanted to say this for months now…

"Go on," said Shellington. "What's up?" He was becoming more intrigued, and Kwazii knew it was truly time to tell him.

"I always did love you. For REAL."

Shellington blushed heavily from those 5 words. With all the time he had spend with the cat, he knew he felt the same way. He went for it as well, smiling bright.

"…I love you too, Kwazii."

But right after that, came a massive…

BANG!

…and everything went darker than ever.

Dashi was still asleep.

Tweak ducked in the launch bay.

Peso, unconscious, was thrown out of the window.

Shellington was hiding in his bed.

Kwazii was with him.

But none of those sounded as terrifying as what Captain Barnacles Bear suffered through.

He was still in the HQ. Where all the glass was.

The Octopod fell flat on its front.

All the glass was smashed, and shards of it were sent flying towards him at an insanely fast speed. And all that Barnacles could do was block his face.

But now, it was too late.

Too late to cry.

Too late to brace.

Too late to scream.

Everything, even hopes and dreams, was shattered in seconds.

[heedmywarnings]

An Alchemist's Theory, and the Summoning of the Blue

Part four of "You are not the Creator"!

Venti was given a proper burial, even though he should have been left there to rot. Albedo and Sucrose had found your body.

"Interesting... the 'impostor' may be telling the truth afterall" Albedo whispered to himself, but loud enough for Sucrose to hear, "What truth, mister Albedo?" Sucrose asked, "They may not be an Impostor" Albedo replied blankly.

Sucrose was a bit taken aback by the reply, "So are you implying that this is the creator?" Sucrose asked once more, a bit nervous of the possible answer from the blonde.

"No, they could simply be the controller" Albedo said, putting his hand on his chin, "Controller? Doesn't the Creator controls us?" Sucrose asked, getting more puzzled, "How are we so sure that our creator controls us? Or maybe, the creator created us simply for the controller to control us?" Albedo replied many hypotheses, but only one answer. And he's determined to find it.

Back when you were still in genshin, running from the hunters. Albedo had aid you, bandaging your wounds and gave you warm food. However, the bruises and cuts that Teyvat gave you were more than the strips of white cloth that hugged your limbs could ever cover.

You were grateful to Albedo, of course. But Albedo only wanted to know how long you would survive if he healed you half heartedly. You were only his subject of experiment. His results? You survived Seventy-two days after your interaction in Dragonspine. Albedo never really cared for you.

Now that you are dead, and the Bard that was revealed to be the Anemo Archon is dead, he believes that the creator is killing those who have wronged you on your behalf, or you could be the creator seeking vengeance. If he had helped you without making his intentions clear, would he be spared from the creator's wrath?

He knew you were there, and you know that he knows. But you both stayed silent. The lingering warmth, so comforting. But if it wasn't for the recent death of the Archon and the crime he had comitted he wouldn't be shivering under your gaze.

"Your grace.." Childe whispered, "Childe" you responded which confirmed that you truly are there. "I want you to do something for me" you said, slightly smirking. You knew he would obey you, and that's exactly what he did.

You had meticulously planned your every move, and since you were favored you knew your scheme would work without conflict.

After a month, Childe has completed your request, "Thank you... now please, do it" you commanded. And as usual, Childe obeyed. He feared that he would never come home to his family in Snezhnaya if he failed to do your bidding.

The skies darkened, and the rain poured heavily on Liyue. The kids were terrified of the possible thunderstorm but the adults reassured it'll pass in no time. But what's bound to happen will surely petrify all walks of life, just like last time...

Childe was panting, maybe he isn't going to see his family again... "Your grace.." he murmured quietly m, but you hear it clear and responded with hum, "Can I please see my family before I go?" He asked, he was met with silence, then a giggle. "Don't worry, Ajax, you'll see your family in heaven again, if you even manage to enter it" you said, it was satisfying to get back to those who have hunted you.

Especially Childe... he had hunted you through any weather, he was always somehow there. You shouldn't underestimate the fatui's intelligence... It was impossible to escape Childe's sight as he usually says "You can run, but you can't hide!"

He was exerting his energy, his heart was weakening but you couldn't care less. Fatui scum. Then finally, he fell to the ground seconds after he completed your final request. He was already dead before his body hit the ground.

The skies turned a color akin to the empty abyss, strikes of light only there to fill the darkness for a few seconds. The thunder bellowed and you smirked. The grounds started to shake, everyone panicked, Zhongli 's mouth was agape, was this your doing? Were you gonna tear Liyue apart? No, you were going to do something far worse.

The former Jade Chamber, or rather what was left of it's debris started to move, shake. Twenty eyes all in the hue of ocean blue peeked from the rubble. A roar from underwater was enough to make the ground rumble.

You see this, and you whispered to yourself, "Welcome back... Osial."

[lavender-teardroplettes]

Don’t judge me, I’ve been brainstorming: Kenneth biased fanfic from Sugar’s pov- “Missing You”

A sigh escaped my lips as I entered the apartment I shared with Chris, letting out my verbal exhaustion once noticing that his keys were missing from the bowl. Tossing my own in, another groan left me as I made my way to the kitchen, searching for something quick to microwave before plopping in front of the tv in the living room. It must have been an hour or so before I eventually settled on watching the usual: nature documentaries narrated by either Morgan Freeman or David Attenborough. The food was long gone, and the loneliness began to set in. Sure, there were a few new programs added to the streaming sites every few years, but I had always come back to the same ones….’The same ones I watched with him…’ Not that Steph or Chris wouldn’t watch these sorts of shows with me from time to time….there wasn’t a single person who really enjoyed watching them with me like he did. I could just imagine Steph now…on their phone while only listening in periodically when I really wanted their attention on some sort of new fact I learned or some animal I liked the coloration for, suggesting to use them as inspirations for their next body paint project.

Another sigh left me, and despite trying to shake off the thoughts….I couldn’t. Hot tears had already begun to spill, and I cursed myself for feeling this way. “I-I should hate him…..I just feel bad for being alone….” I mumbled to myself, looking down at my hands and cursing again. Kenneth had cheated on me with my own sister- sure, we didn’t have the greatest relationship, but I’d think she’d care more about me than to cross that line. Another twinge of guilt, ‘It wasn’t her fault,’ the little voice in my mind spoke up, ‘she’s just a child…you know his way with words.’ Another sigh, followed by the same uncomfortable stimming reflex of rubbing my eyebrows, then my eyes, then scratching the rest of my face. I hated this, definitely not the position I ever wanted or thought of being in. What had changed? Sure….it was weird enough that their marriage was to make their parents happy….but….were all those years just a fluke? Did Kenneth really not feel anything for me…? I could feel my expression darkening before the door clicked, and my usually enthusiastic and energetic roommate entered through it. Quickly, I forced myself to shake off those feelings and pause the documentary that I had long since forgotten about, “Hey, bud! How was your workout?”

If Chris noticed the crack in my voice, he didn’t say anything about it. He was nice like that. “It went good, what are you watching?” I glanced at the tv and then looked back at Chris, “Just one of those old lion pack documentaries, it really stood with me how the lioness was able to live past a broken jaw due to the closeness of her pack.” “That’s cool.” I shot Chris a glance, and he was wiping himself off with the towel from his gym bag. “If you want…” I hesitated before shuffling further to face my roommate, “I-I could restart it….or we can just watch from here…” Despite wanting to appear more confident, I could hear my voice falter, and my gaze turned away from him again. Chris stared at me for a moment before smiling, “Sure, we can rewind it. Let me just take a shower first, I stink.” He chuckled while pointing to the shared bathroom. I knew he was pitying me, just a little, but I appreciated the company and knew that Chris didn’t mean anything bad by it. I gave him a nod, and turned back to the TV so I could rewind the show. “Thanks…I…..I-it means a lot…” I whispered the last part….not even daring to look back at Chris’s reaction, in case I worried him more. Once I heard his footsteps trail down the hallway, I called back with a, “Let’s watch a sports movie for you too, we can have movie nights a little early sometimes,” not wanting Chris to feel too obligated to something he didn’t enjoy that much. “Sounds good to me dude!” I could hear the wave in Chris’s voice….although, maybe a hint of fear? No, I was just imagining that, he was likely sore from the workout he did earlier. That’s probably it.

[molsons112000]

So depending on your pigmentation. And yes, Irish people. They need less sunlight exposure. There's a reason why white people are white people. So the darker your skin, the more sunlight you need. But now they can come up with an app. You take a picture of your body.It records the color of your skin. And by looking at your skin through the camera again. It tells if your skin's gotten darker or lighter if it got darker too much sun, if it got lighter to little sun. So yes, an app that works with your camera to record your pigmentation. And then as you look at yourself in the camera every day, take a selfie.It will tell you if you're maintaining and getting enough sunlight or too little or at least once a week would be best. So don't make it every day once a week is good enough and at minimal once a month. But this I'll tell you if you're getting too much sun like people who live in florida. If you're going to darken your skin, then you need to do it very little Uber a long time and it can tell you how much the pigmentation has changed per day. And you want to adjust it slowly and one of the things with spray tan.It will prevent you from getting too much sun exposure. So if you're going to Florida, say as a white person or even a black person and you're gonna do over a mountain.The sun like construction workers construction workers should get spray tan. But they gotta make sure they clean their pores properly. So it doesn't matter your skin color if you're gonna get extremely high exposures in a short period of time meaning you're in a half to be outside and intense sunlight and spray tan is the easiest thing to help protect the skin... It doesn't wash off.It doesn't run so it can help protect the skin.They can build in UV protection into spray tan. Even astronauts can use spray tanning. And well, they're up there everyday or at least once a week.If it lessons they can put a new coat of spray tan on. So if you're running into high exposure areas sometimes spray tans would work

sk:n Clinics

https://www.sknclinics.co.uk › blog

What UV index is best for tanning?

May 16, 2022 — UVA radiation triggers the release of melanin within the skin itself, while UVB radiation stimulates your body to produce more

Also, they can come up with UV protection that blocks out UVA , UVB, or UVC or a mix of the 3 or all 3.

UCLA Health

https://www.uclahealth.org › news

How much sunshine do I need for enough vitamin D?

Mar 23, 2018 — As for people with darker skin, they have more melanin, so less UV light gets absorbed to create vitamin D3. They need more

So black people need 6 times the Sun. Exposure compared to a fair skin person. So this means they need at least get an hour to 2 hours of exposure a day. The minimum would be an hour the maximum of direct sunlight 2 hours. But it also depends on how dark your skin is.There's levels of black. So African type black where you got really dark skin then You need the two hours.....

How much sunlight do you need a day for dark skin?

“If you're already tanned or of Hispanic origin, you need maybe 15 to 20 minutes. Black skin may require six times the sun exposure to make the same vitamin D levels as a very fair-skinned person.”

https://lhsfna.org › protecting-yours...

Protecting Yourself from the Sun While Getting Enough Vitamin D - LHSFNA

This is why the weather caster, who is black?Married the fair skin white girl.They need different levels of exposure.Their children are fine.They're right in the middle because they're both an opposite ends. But he's not a very dark black person. He's a lighter dark black person. But again it's more necessary They pay attention to it then their children... So I Told you interracial marriage Challenge. So it's like me with Jen.She needed more exposure, but even within the race.There's fairest skin white people and darker skin White people like the italians that are from sicily. They tend to have a darker skin white.

So if they're not getting the right amount of sunlight, you're going to get a lot of injuries in sports because it stresses their body.

National Institutes of Health (NIH) (.gov)

www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov

Colour Counts: Sunlight and Skin Type as Drivers of Vitamin D ...

by AR Webb · 2018 · Cited by 128 — Skin pigmentation, i.e., melanin, absorbs the UVR that initiates vitamin D synthesis, and hence decreases the vitamin D that is made for a given ...

So getting enough vitamin D is important. Because it helps you absorb the calcium into the bone. So people with bone issues or tendon issues or knee issues. They need to get a certain amount of calcium, but they also need to get a certain amount of sunlight to activate the bones for absorption. And yes, vitamin D supplement will help, but you need actual natural sunlight.And yes tanning beds do help but you still need actual sunlight as well....

Vitamin D promotes bone health in these ways: Helps absorb the calcium we get from food. Along with calcium, helps protects older adults from osteoporosis. Promotes healthy functioning of our muscles and immune system.May 1, 2023

https://www.niams.nih.gov › calciu...

Calcium and Vitamin D: Important for Bone Health | NIAMS

Pregnant women depending on it's a boy or a girl and depending on the size of the baby. If you're a small girl like Megan and you marry a very big guy like Aaron and you have boys or a girl. They're going to be bigger so you need to get more sun exposure because the size of the child also. Determines how much sun you need. So The bigger the baby the more sun exposure you need but you need to break it up throughout the day. Because you'll get too much in one exposure so you need to break it up throughout the day. And remember the morning sun is the best..

Vitamin D helps the body absorb calcium and phosphate, which are important for bone strength. Vitamin D also helps regulate the body's calcium and phosphate metabolism, and may have anti-inflammatory effects. 



Versus Arthritis

Are you getting enough vitamin D?

May 16, 2022



ncbi.nlm.nih.gov

The importance of vitamin D in the pathology of bone metabolism in ...

Oct 12, 2015 — Vitamin D causes an increase in the expression of RANKL in osteoblasts and inhibits the expression of OPG, thereby stimulating osteoclastogenesis [25]. Vitamin D has indirect action on bones by regulating the calcium and phosphate metabolism of the body.

Vitamin D helps the body in the following ways:

Calcium absorption: Vitamin D helps the body absorb calcium from food, which gives bones strength and hardness.

Bone mineralization: Vitamin D promotes bone mineralization.

Osteoblastic activity: Vitamin D stimulates osteoblastic activity.

PTH levels: Vitamin D maintains physiologically healthy levels of PTH.

Joint pain: Vitamin D may have anti-inflammatory effects that can help reduce joint pain, such as in rheumatoid arthritis (RA). 

Low levels of vitamin D can increase the risk of osteoporosis and broken bones. A severe shortage of vitamin D can cause rickets and osteomalacia, which is soft, weak bones. 

The recommended daily amount of vitamin D for adults through age 70 is 600 IU, and 800 IU is recommended for people above age 70. 4,000 IU is considered to be the upper end of the tolerable intake level, and 10,000 IU is considered a megadose. 

The main source of vitamin D is sunlight. Most people can get enough vitamin D from a balanced diet and being out in the sun for short periods every day, especially during spring and summer. 

Yes, overdoing vitamin D can be damaging. Just like overdoing sun exposure can cause skin cancer.

Vitamin D and calcium are commonly believed to be the only nutrients needed for healthy bones, and can enhance the fracture healing process. Vitamin D controls calcium and phosphate levels in three ways: how much we absorb from our diet, how much is within our bones, and how much we excrete. Studies show that calcium and vitamin D together can build stronger bones in women after menopause. 



ncbi.nlm.nih.gov

Nutritional Aspects of Bone Health and Fracture Healing - PMC - NCBI

It is commonly believed that the only nutrients needed for healthy bones and, therefore, the only ones that can enhance the fracture healing process are vitamin D and calcium [58].



FootCareMD

How Vitamin D Affects Bone Health - FootCareMD

What is Vitamin D? Vitamin D is important for maintaining bone health. It affects bones by controlling the body's levels of calcium and phosphate, which are critical for building new bone. Vitamin D controls calcium and phosphate levels in three ways: how much we absorb from our diet. how much is within our bones. how much we excrete.



webmd.com

Vitamin D for Bones and Osteoporosis - WebMD

Jul 12, 2023 — Vitamin D helps the body absorb calcium and phosphorus from the food you eat. So the nutrient is important for people with osteoporosis. Studies show that calcium and vitamin D together can build stronger bones in women after menopause. It also helps with other disorders that cause weak bones, like rickets.

Your doctor may recommend up to 5000u Vitamin D3 daily during periods of bone healing. 

Other tips to make bone fractures heal faster include:

Maintaining a balanced diet

Taking dietary supplements

Exercise

Natural essential oils

Say no to certain drugs

Stay away from smoking and alcohol

Consult your doctor and adhere to the treatment plan

Try acupuncture 

The calculation for the loading dose is based on the formula published by van Groningen et al (2010) as follows: Vitamin D Loading dose (IU) = 45 multiplied by the desired rise in vitamin D level (target vitamin D level – starting vitamin D level in ng/mL) multiplied by body weight in pounds.Jul 31, 2020

https://www.grassrootshealth.net › n...

The Loading Dose Vitamin D*Calculator - GrassrootsHealth

See here, higher levels of vitamin D during pregnancy. Have better pregnancy outcomes. But it depends on if the baby is male or female and then the size of the baby. So if the baby is female, you need higher levels, but less higher levels than if the baby was male. Then if the baby's smaller you need less higher levels but if the baby's bigger you need more vitamin d. So doctors need to understand it changes with the size of the baby and you need the increase vitamin D from the first trimester to the second trimester to the third trimester. So the first 3 months you need one level of vitamin D the second 3 months.You need a higher level of vitamin d and the third three months you need the highest level of vitamin d. And this protects you as a mother from having any kind of physical structural problems as well. You must take enough for you and the baby...

National Institutes of Health (NIH) (.gov)

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The role of maternal preconception vitamin D status in human ...

by AC Purdue-Smithe · 2021 · Cited by 14 — Higher vitamin D is associated with improved pregnancy and live birth rates, but its potential role in the

JAMA

So here is why vitamin D supplementation is deficient and you must get sunlight. You must have sunlight....

The sun's ultraviolet B (UVB) rays provide energy for the body to synthesize vitamin D from cholesterol in skin cells. Vitamin D supplements don't bind to DBP and circumvent the body's natural process for regulating vitamin D, so they aren't as effective for supporting systemic health as vitamin D from sunlight. 



Healthline

How to Safely Get Vitamin D From The Sun - Healthline

Apr 4, 2023 — The Sun Is Your Best Source of Vitamin D There's good reason why vitamin D is called “the sunshine vitamin.” When your skin is exposed to sunlight, it makes vitamin D from cholesterol. The sun's ultraviolet B (UVB) rays hit cholesterol in the skin cells, providing the energy for vitamin D synthesis to occur.

solius.com

Light Makes a Difference Make vs. Take - Solius

Because supplements circumvent the body's natural process for regulating vitamin D and do not correctly bind to DBP, they are not effective for supporting systemic health in the same way as vitamin D derived from sunlight.

The sun also provides other benefits, including:

Antibacterial: UV radiation inhibits the growth of certain bacteria and microbes, including tetanus, typhoid, TB, and staph.

Increased resistance to infection: The sun helps your immune system. 

However, too much UV radiation can cause skin damage, including sunburn, premature skin aging, eye damage, and DNA damage to skin cells. UVA rays can also cause skin aging, eye damage, and lower your body's ability to fight off illness. UVA rays also contribute to the risk of skin cancer. 

You can also get vitamin D from food, supplements, or vitamin D-fortified foods. The body stores vitamin D in fat cells until it's needed, and the liver and kidneys convert the stored vitamin D into calcitriol, the active form of vitamin D. Vitamin D3 is the bioidentical form of vitamin D that is formed in your skin when it is exposed to sunlight. 

So knowing that supplementation isn't good enough. This is good for Pools. This is good for beaches. This is good for outdoor recreation. 😀 So you need that exposure that natural sunlight exposure every day.

So the optimal time to be outdoors. They say they get the best sunlight.Is at noon. But they say the best sunlight is between 10 AM and 4 PM. But the optimal hour is noon. I've read different that early morning was best.

To get an optimal vitamin D supplement from the sun at a minimal risk of getting cutaneous malignant melanoma (CMM), the best time of sun exposure is noon.

https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov › ...

At what time should one go out in the sun? - PubMed

Now here they go early morning is the best time. But I can see if you want the most intense sunlight over a short period noon would be best. But if you want to be out in the sunlight longer early morning is best and this is why in Arizona, they start construction at 3 and 4 in the morning. They start early in the morning so they can finish by noon. They don't want them to be outside at noon. This is why they take siesta's and then they come back after 2 PM. So they missed the most intense son because they're getting it on the Laden. So they take the middle off 2 hour lunch. They eat take a nap. It's best to eat take a walk then take a nap. But they do have it right in these hot climates taking from noon to 2 PM off.

"Morning is considered the best time for sun exposure to get vitamin D, as the skin produces more vitamin D in the early morning."

So in the winter time, they're right to start games at noon for football. It's best for the fans and it is best for the players.. But like the cubs should do early in the season at noon time and then once it gets into ma june and july and august one thirty and three p m starts would be better and night games would be better. But in april and early may they should be starting games at noon time. This allowed for maximum sun. Exposure for both the players and the fans. O sports needs to be scheduling things that are appropriate for both the fans and the players... So they should rethink.Game time starts and figuring out when it is best to put fans and players in the best position to stay healthy..... Getting the benefits of going to a sporting event.

 In fact, the body can produce all the vitamin D it needs for a day in about half the time it takes the skin to burn. However, the sun's rays vary in intensity throughout the day, and UV rays are strongest between about 10 AM and 4 PM. This means that your body will make more vitamin D in less time if you go outside during that interval than if you went out in the early morning or late afternoon. 



indianexpress.com

Vitamin D from the sun: Why exposing ourselves 10 minutes every ...

Feb 2, 2023 — This is so fast that the body can make all the vitamin D it needs for a day in about half the time it takes the skin to burn. WHEN IS THE BEST TIME FOR SUN EXPOSURE? The skin produces more vitamin D in the early part of the day. If that seems punishing in hot weather, stay hydrated.



Everlywell

How Much Vitamin D Do You Get from the Sun? | Everlywell

Dec 20, 2023 — [4] Time of day – The sun's rays vary in intensity throughout the day. In most places, UV rays are strongest between about 10am and 4pm, when the sun is at its peak. [5] If you go outside during that interval, your body will make more vitamin D in less time than if you went out in the early morning or late afternoon.



NDTV

Benefits Of Morning Sunlight: Prevent Vitamin D Deficiency ...

May 26, 2023 — Morning is considered to be the best time for sun exposure. Sitting in the sun during morning hours for 10-20 minutes is considered sufficient. If you have sensitive skin, the exposure time should be minimum and you should consult a skin specialist.

However, early morning and early evening light only provide us with UVA sunlight (good for making nitric oxide), not UVB which is necessary for vitamin D production. UVB rays are blocked during the early and later parts of the day and most of the day during the winter. 

The amount of vitamin D that you get from the sun depends on its intensity, the amount of uncovered skin, your pigmentation and your ability to use the sunlight to create vitamin D. For example, people with darker skin may have trouble synthesizing vitamin D from the sun. 

Low vitamin D levels have been linked to serious health consequences, including osteoporosis, cancer, depression, muscle weakness, and death. 

So they need to talk within teams on what they think is acceptable pranking behavior. So everybody understands and going in and can speak whether they agree or disagree and they can opt in or opt out.

Reddit · r/nfl

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Framed picture of Walter Payton pulling a prank : r/nfl

Love that man! One of my favorites was when he would tie referees' shoe laces together when he was stuck in the pig pile of a large group ..

https://jamanetwork.com › fullarticle

High-Dose Vitamin D Supplementation in Pregnancy ...

by L Sass · 2020 · Cited by 28 — Objective To determine whether high-dose vitamin D supplementation during pregnancy improves

[kessielrg]

[MMX] Future Me Hates Me: Part 4

Summary: After stumbling upon a Light Capsule, and having it erroneously refer to her as Kalinka, Aero seeks to figure out just what her family connection is to Doctor Light. Meanwhile, after the death of Iris, Zero vows to absolve himself of his past. However, as Aero becomes the target of a Maverick, Zero is forced into finding that not all bridges can easily be burned…

Rating: K+

word Count: 1,748 words

Part: 1, 2, 3, [4], 5

. . . .

“Okay,” Aero decided after reaching the second floor of whatever building they were in, “Now I feel like we’re being watched.”

“Just now?” Zero questioned as he disabled another trap. This one would have shot plasma bolts at them. All of these traps were new, potentially even placed within the last day or so. Someone knew they were coming.

“Look,” came the retort, “My brain reserved most of its deductive reasoning for stubborn code. At this point, I’m surprised if there’s any space for self preservation at all.”

“As long as you’re aware of it.”

Aero cocked a bemused eyebrow, but didn’t drag the conversation much further than that.

The Cossack family vault was in what could more accurately be defined as a bunker. Once highly controlled and monitored, the bunker -spanning 11 floors deep- had long since been placed on a ‘self-sustaining’ prevention measure. That is to say, no one cared or even knew it existed anymore. Zero was surprised someone hadn’t cracked all the vaults yet. This felt like a goldmine for gravediggers- the only thing stopping the steel doors from opening to whoever was a simple keypad password. Thankfully for both him and Aero, the Cossack vault was on the fourth floor. They had already gotten past the second floor, and just started navigating through the third.

“Maybe I should be grateful that my family's past is so colorful,” Aero mused, mostly to herself. “Who else can say that they’re being followed while heading into an abandoned bunker-vault? Not that I want to be followed or anything. Beats being at home.”

Zero immediately grimaced. “What is it with humans and reminiscing on the past?” he grumbled back. “That stuff doesn’t even matter anymore.”

Aero cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Question,” she then said, “Have you ever stopped to consider that you should let yourself grieve for once?”

“I AM grieving!” Zero immediately snapped, turning around to glare at Aero once more. His fingers itched to pull out his sword, but knew that doing so was just as pointless.

Aero’s own gaze darkened.

“Then say her name.” she challenged. “Say her name and cry about it like you want to. Stop taking it out on me. There’s a lot of crap I can take from you Zero, but this? Get a damn therapist.”

“You don't know-”

“What I’m talking about? Are you seriously pulling that line with me? After Doppler, who took me in for awhile? After knowing I’ve witnessed my own parents’ murder? You’re the one who doesn’t know anything. Get out of your emo bubble and grow a pair. I remember the ones that left me, and look back on the rest of my family so I don’t forget. It’s always better than pretending they were never there.”

With that, Aero started back on the path again. She refused to look behind at Zero. What he hated the most was that he knew she had a point. It took him a moment more to realize that he was genuinely sad. He almost wished that he could cry like X could. Almost.

Swallowing back some of his pride, Zero took Aero’s side. There was a bit of effort on his part to match his wider footsteps with her smaller ones.

“How long have you known?” he asked her. His voice bordered on harsh, but there was the tiniest hint of envy.

For this, Aero all but gave a wave of her hand as she said, “Repliforce dissolving was quite a spectacle on the news not long ago. I think they’re still having ethical debates about it.”

“I meant Iris.”

“Ah. That.” Aero then looked down at the ground. “X had the Maverick Hunters set up a meeting with me not long after you two got back. He tried to keep it professional, but you could see it in his eyes. He was scared. Worried. For me, for you especially… He wanted to make sure I knew, so I wouldn't bring it up when we made fun of each other.”

Resisting the urge to place a hand on Zero, Aero instead looked up at him.

“For what it’s worth, I wish Iris had lived too. Our ideals weren’t the same, but she had the power to brighten up a room just by being there. There were a lot of friendly chats I wanted to have with her.”

Zero raised an eyebrow. “Actually friendly, or our ‘friendly’?”

“I think you know the answer to that.”

That got Zero to smirk by the tiniest hair.

“She probably would have liked that too,” he softly admitted. “You might have even been able to change her mind- just a bit. She could be just as stubborn as Colonel.”

“Oh, I know what that’s like.” Aero laughed. Zero joined her. Never will he admit that, in that moment, he knew he could trust Aero with Iris’s legacy.

. . .

The fourth floor felt far different than the others when they reached it. Everything was too quiet to be natural. Zero was sure that he was picking up signatures from something other than small rodents and other minor pests. For a flicker of thought, he remembered that Aero was unarmed this entire time. She’d barely be able to carry herself if they did run into someone. Well, she might be able to, but not for long. She should have been a Reploid. It would have made times when she got herself in trouble a bit more tolerable.

A very similar thought crossed Aero’s mind as well. She knew for a fact that airport security would have taken any weapons off of her before she had the opportunity to even board the plane. Not that there weren’t ways around that, but she only found out two hours ago she was being followed. Hindsight was a bigger jerk than Zero was.

Their suspicions were proven well founded when they reached the Cossack vault. There waiting for them were five Reploids dressed in dark grey robes without hoods. One of them was still trying to work the vault’s keypad.

“Get away from that vault!” Aero demanded  first- beating Zero to it by just the tiniest fraction.

The Reploid at the keypad paused for a moment. They took their time standing up, and turning their attention to Aero and Zero.

“Ah, you came a bit earlier than expected.” they said in a smug tone. “So you have the blood to open not only the vault, but the capsule inside of it as well. Go on, we’ll protect you every step of the way.”

“She already has protection.” Zero then affronted. He withdrew his saber and gave the robed goons something terrifying to look at. “Seems to me you five are tramping on family property. It’s best if you leave, or else this might get worse… for you.”

“Alas,” the leader lamented, “We’ve come too far to be stopped so easily.”

With a snap of their fingers, the four goons occupying the leader went straight to Zero. To their defense, despite not lasting very long, they put up a pretty decent fight. In those precious few seconds, the leader went straight to Aero. The human reacted by bracing herself, successfully putting the two of them in a hand-to-hand deadlock.

“You’re stronger than you look.” the leader approved.

“Thanks, it’s the trauma.” Aero shot back, even pairing it with a condescending smile.

“But has no one told you that trauma lowers your defenses?” the leader questioned. Not long after, they gave a precise turn of their hand that forced Aero’s wrist into a painful position. By the time she gave a yelp of pain, the leader had taken both of her hands behind her back, making her a buffer between them and Zero.

“Not a very robust group you’ve got.” said Reploid remarked as finished off the goons. When he turned around, Zero immediately went back on guard.

“It doesn’t matter!” the leader declared. Aero flinched- their voice was far too close to her ear for comfort. “The sacrifices of many will never compare to when the key to the ultimate Reploid is ours!”

“Oh great,” Zero whined, “There’s either more of you, or you’ve got a complex going on.”

“Zero!” Aero snapped in exasperation. He seemed to ignore her for the time being.

“If you don’t mind,” the Maverick Hunter mused as he stepped closer, “I have a few questions for you.”

The leader growled. “What?”

“Well,” Zero then mused, folding his arms, “It’s not often for a Reploid to follow a human like this. Let alone one who isn’t directly involved with common Reploids today. Why would you target this one specifically?”

“Because she can open a Light Capsule.” the leader explained. “She has access to the greatest knowledge from our time! She has the key to know how to make the ultimate Reploid?”

“You know,” Zero said with a click of his tongue, “That term keeps getting dropped often as of late. What do you mean by ‘the ultimate Reploid’? Do you plan on making another template based on the first? What do you want to gain from recreating X from scratch?”

“X.” the leader hissed. “He is no Reploid. He is the ultimate failure. A coward. A pacifist! No, we want the knowledge to make what X could have been from the start- a leader. A king! We wish to rule the world with humans groveling at our boots!”

“And that right there is the reason why you’re Maverick.” Zero sighed.

“The only reason?” Aero interjected- a part of her in disbelief, the other almost about to laugh.

Zero simply shrugged. He then looked at her and gave a small nudge of his head. Aero raised an eyebrow as she took a look at her captor. Acting quickly, she stomped on the leader’s foot as hard as she could. The sudden motion caught them off guard, allowing Aero to move her elbow upward to hit the leader’s jaw. The leader let her go almost immediately, nursing the surprise pain from such a small human, allowing a good opening for Zero to go in and kill them on the spot.

“Well,” Aero mused as she nursed her wrist, “He sure wasn’t helpful.”

“And we still have to open that stupid vault.” Zero agreed, putting away his saber. “At least that weirdo won’t be a problem anymore.”

Zero and Aero looked at each other. In equal time, they both let out a sigh of relief.

[sugarbooger513]

Mine (Stepbrother!ChosoxFem!Reader)

This is my collaboration piece for @severelytalentless Are You Afraid of the Dark collab! I had a lot of fun writing this... work. I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you to my very amazing friends who helped me out during this piece, especially my wifey @kentosovertime and my bestie @roughwithfluff. It wouldn't have ended up as well written as it did without the help.

Warnings: stepcest, possessive nature, unprotected sex (wrap your willies), oral (fem receiving), spit, Choso slaps reader in the face like once, he also slaps in another place, daddy kink, dom Choso, Choso is very petty, mentions of cheating ex, mentions of alcohol and nicotine consumption, degradation, praise, slight breeding kink if you squint

"Don't bother calling me anymore! I see what's more important to you.." You hang up your cell phone and throw it across the room. Your bed feels colder than it usually does, but you lay on it anyways, allowing your tears to flow onto your pillow.

Your boyfriend, now ex, of two years had called you with a plea, begging for your forgiveness. How could you forgive him, though? When you heard about your best friend sleeping with him, you couldn't get the image out of your head. You knew she thought he was attractive, but there was never a worry in your mind that either of them would take it anywhere.

You sit up, suddenly realizing that he would be on his way home from work in an hour, maybe two. You had to leave before he got home. It wasn't like you feared he would hurt you for leaving him, but he would certainly try to guilt you into staying with him.

Your heart rate increases when you realize that you have no idea where you can go. He knows all of your family, and is pretty loved by all of them. Your stepmom even has the habit of calling him her son. 'Her son...'

You rush to grab your phone, dialing the all too familiar number. If there's one person in your family you can call, it's the one he's scared of.

"Y/N," your step brother lets out a long yawn after answering, "what's up?" "B-bubs.." You can hear him drop something on his end. "Honey, why are you crying?" "He.. he cheated on me.. with her.. you were right.."

Choso bites the inside of his cheek, suddenly enraged at the thought. He never liked that guy. When they first met, Choso punched him in the jaw for being an asshole. You were mad at him at the time, but eventually understood why he did it. Since then, your ex was too scared to look Choso in the eyes.

Still, he now finds himself smiling.

"I'm so sorry, honey. Is there anything I can do?" Your sniffle makes him clench his fist. "He's going.. to be home s-soon." "Drive over here. I'll set up the guest-" "C-can you get me..? I don't want him tracking my car.."

Your pitiful voice goes straight to his crotch. Even though no one else is at his home, he finds himself trying to conceal his half hard cock with the kitchen counter.

"Of course, honey. Pack a bag. I'll be there in twenty." "I-I love you, Choso.. thank you." He has to bite his lip to keep from moaning. "I love you too, honey."

When he hangs up, he groans loudly and places his head on the cool marble. "Okay," he talks to himself aloud, "just.. keep yourself in control. You got this, Choso. She's your step sister, for Christ's sake." He shakes his head, grabbing his keys.

Still, he can't deny the things you do to him. It makes him feel terrible, but you're so damn tempting. He always figured that your hugs would last a little too long, your eyes scanned him a little too much, your hands lingered on him a little too suggestively.

He knew better, though. Your teenage years were spent on tons of dates with guys who were the complete opposite of your stepbrother. He would sit in his bedroom, no doubt on a video game, while he listened to guy after guy go in and out of your bedroom. It wasn't like you were a whore.

Those guys just eventually showed their true colors.

He knows that when you love, you love with your entire heart. That's why he was there for you through every heartbreak. He would hold you for hours, dry your tears with his own shirts, make you your favorite snacks, take you on long walks so you weren't cooped in the house all day.

Why? Well, because in his mind you already belonged to him.

You pace your living room, already holding your overnight bag in your hand. Of course, you'll probably stay with Choso more than one night, unless your dad tells you to stay with him and your stepmom instead.

Who are you kidding? If Choso offers to let you stay longer, you would much rather stay there.

Your front door opens, and you jump in fear that your ex came back early. "Shhh, honey it's me." "C-Cho.." Choso walks across the room in quick strides to pull you into his strong embrace.

His hands gently cradle you against his body. "He doesn't deserve your tears Y/N. Don't give him the satisfaction." "Y-you tell me that after every breakup, Choso.." "I know. That's because none of them deserve your kindness."

You close your eyes and feel yourself relax in his strong arms. He's never let you down. Choso has been the only guy in your life to prove he would always be there for you. You truly trust him with your life.

That being said, you can't ignore the feelings that have formed over the years for your stepbrother.

Your fingers grip his shirt in an attempt to pull him even closer to you. He sighs softly and buries his face in your hair. "Is there anything I can do for you, Y/N?" "Just... don't leave me. Please?"

His heart pounds in his chest at your feeble plea. His throat seems to dry, so he can't manage to speak. Finally, after what feels like an hour, he clears his throat.

"You know I won't, Y/N. I never have." "And never will?" His large hands squeeze your body a bit harshly, but your breath only increases at the feeling.

"I never will. Now, why don't we get you loaded into the car and get you home?" You finally pull away, blinking your still teary eyes at him so innocently. "Home..?"

The look on your face has his body on fire. You look so damn innocent, just like an angel. They're still red and puffy from your crying, but that only has him straining in his pants.

The things he would give to take the innocence from your face this second..

"Of course. My home is yours for as long as you need." He jingles his keys in an attempt for you to hurry and follow.

"What.. what about as long as I want..?"

That sentence has him blushing furiously. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course. You're family and I love you, so my home is yours. We should go though. I don't want to-" His sentence is cut short when you wrap your small arms around his frame.

"Cho.. you're the only person in my life that cares this much.." "Don't say that, princess. You know that isn't true." His large hands are so gentle as they rub your back comfortingly. The small action has your heart pounding.

It also has your core burning for more.

"I-I want to stay with you." "Princess, then why are we still here?" There's a hint of laughter in his teasing tone. "I mean.. stay with you." You bury your face in his broad chest, hoping desperately that he gets the hint.

And oh boy does he ever. He can't help the small groan that escapes his throat at the mere thought.

"Y/N.. you don't mean that." You finally look up, shocked at the tint of rosiness on his usually pale cheeks.

"I-I do mean it.. You're the only guy who has ever-" "I'm family." "Not blood. D-Don't act like you don't feel the same Choso!" His eyes widen, and your accusation has him backing away from you, causing your hope to falter. Had you been mistaken this entire time? Had the stares and lingering touches really just been his own way of showing platonic affection.

"Choso.. I-" "Am I truly that obvious, Y/N?" You blink once, twice before giggling softly. "Y-yeah.. have I not been?" "No. Your.. attention always seemed to be on others. I just assumed.. you saw me as your big brother." You shake your head, walking slowly to stand directly in front of him again.

You've always thought his eyes were gorgeous, a slight grey tint over the almost golden color, they truly are their own unique shade, but right now they seem even brighter.

"I.. I was scared. People would.. call us freaks if anything came of any attraction to each other. I mean.. we've known forever that we weren't related, but our parents have been married-" "Going on ten years now. Even dated for five years before that. Trust me," his hand reaches to touch your cheek gently, as if he's afraid he could break you, "I've been bouncing the pros and cons in my head for so many fucking years."

Your cheek fits so easily in his palm, as if it was made to be there. "So.. who gives a damn about the cons anymore?" His eyes darken at your words, suddenly not focused on your gaze, but your lips. "I don't think I do, Princess." He suddenly turns the two of you, pressing your body into the wall that was originally behind him.

His lips hover centimeters over yours, making you whimper pathetically. "Tell me what you want. I'll give it to you, Y/N." His lips turn at the corners, making the already handsome guy seem even more so. Your hands reach out, gripping the loose t-shirt he's wearing tightly. "I-I need you, Cho. P-please?"

"Well, why don't we take this little.. fiasco to my place?" "No." He tilts his head in confusion as you smirk. "Fuck me on his bed.. onii-chan."

His lips are on yours the instant that word leaves your mouth. Despite the fact you're almost certain that Choso doesn't know what lip balm is, his lips are so plush and soft. It catches you off guard, causing you to moan softly in his mouth.

He isn't shy about exploring your body either. His hands grab every bit of plushness they can. Your hips, thighs, ass, until he finally reaches your breasts. His hands squeeze them harshly, not caring about any actual pain he could bring. You gasp in the kiss, which allows his tongue to finally invade your mouth, easily taking over as the dominant one.

He tastes faintly of cheap wine and cigarettes, but that doesn't shock you. You've spent multiple nights in his room smoking and drinking after rough breakups.

You have to smack at his shoulder a few times before he pulls away, leaving a strand of saliva connecting the two of you. He lets out a deep growl before grabbing your arm to yank you upstairs.

He kicks the bedroom door open, not caring about possibly busting the damn thing. "I have waited for so fucking long," he shoves you onto the queen sized bed that you once shared with your ex, "to have you all to myself. Now that I have you..." He pulls the shirt over his head, causing your eyes to shamelessly wander over his toned body. He catches your gaze, causing him to lick his bottom lip in anticipation. "Oh I am never letting you out of my grasp now, little one."

You sit up and, without a second thought, throw your shirt off and into the floor. "A bit possessive, are we?" He chuckles a bit darkly. "I don't see you complaining. Besides," he rips your pants off in one fluid motion, purring at the dark spot already staining your panties, "it seems you know who you belong to." His head is almost instantly between your legs, his hands shoving your thighs open effortlessly.

He licks a long stripe up your covered slit, causing you to mewl. "Go ahead, princess, tell me exactly who owns you." This time he places a small kiss just over your clit. "F-fuck, you!" "Hmmm," his hand comes down to smack your pussy with an unnecessary amount of force. "Not good enough. Try again." He lands another smack, this one making tears prick your eyes.

"W-what do y-you want-" you cry out as he lands two more smacks on you. The pain is startling at first, but it quickly has you moaning in pleasure. "How about that fun little nickname you've given so many men that have entered your bedroom?" You squeak, making him chuckle. "Oh come on, there's no way you thought I never heard you. Always had the fucking nerve," another smack, this one even harder, "to cry out for other men while I was in my bedroom dreaming of making those pretty eyes cry in my bed. Come on, call me that sweet little name and I'll fuck you better than any of those assholes could have."

The last smack has you screaming, and you can't seem to care that any of your neighbors could hear. "D-Daddy! Y-You own me! I-it's always been you, I swear daddy! P-Please fuck me, I-I need it!"

He groans loudly before ripping your panties from your body. "I'll have to remember that you beg beautifully once I get you home." Two of his fingers spread you apart, and he smirks at the puddle of essence already pooling on the bed. "So fucking wet for me, aren't you?" He doesn't give you a chance to answer before he buries his face in you, eating you out like a man starved.

The sudden onslaught of pleasure makes you try and clamp your thighs closed, but one of his hands shoves it back down. His eyes look up at you as he continues to lap at your drooling pussy. The stare speaks every word he can't at the moment.

This is for his pleasure, not yours, and you're meant to lay back and take what he's giving you.

Your fingers tangle in his raven hair, and the slight pain has him growling against you. His lips wrap around your throbbing clit, sucking harshly, and he shoves two fingers into you without any warning.

You knew beforehand that Choso had slept with at least a few women, so he's not inexperienced, but you never knew that he was this experienced. His long fingers curl into you, pushing against the spot that has you screaming his name to the heavens. He has to rut against your mattress in a desperate attempt to get some sort of relief.

"D-Daddy.. I-I'm g-gonna cum.." He could already tell. Your walls sucked his fingers in as soon as they entered you, so he knew you wouldn't last much longer. "Hmmm," his sharp teeth nip your clit gently, but it still makes you squeak, "I sure hope you aren't telling daddy what you're going to do.. That would be awfully rude of you, little one."

The sheer dominance and control radiating from him has your eyes rolling in the back of your head. Since when was your sweet step brother so demanding? "C-can I please cum, daddy? I-It feels t-too good.." You feel that damn smirk against your clit. "Of course, baby. Just scream my name when you do it, okay?"

He really must not like you talking much, because he doesn't let you answer him before he starts ruthlessly pounding his fingers into your cunt. Your entire body arches from the bed as you cry out for him. It takes one last flick of his tongue on your swollen bud to have you writing in the bed, coming completely undone before he even pulled his pants off.

He slows down, but doesn't completely stop, allowing you to ride out your high as he uses his tongue to lap up every drop of sweetness pouring from you. "Good girl, I've got you sweetheart. Are you feeling up for more, or do you need to stop until we go home?"

He sits up, eyeballing your form as he licks his lips clean, ignoring the fact he's dripping your own cum from his chin onto you.

You giggle, still a bit spaced out from the intense orgasm. "W-want you.. inside me, please daddy?" He chuckles softly before reaching to finally unhook your bra and fling it to the side. "Of course baby. Where are your condoms?" "D-Don't have any. I'm on.. the pill." His cheeks flush a bit, but he doesn't question anything else.

He makes quick work of his sweatpants, leaving him in only his boxers. The outline of his cock alone has you snapping back to reality. When he pulls the boxers down, you outwardly moan when it slaps back against his abdomen. He's much bigger than any guy you've had before. Also, it's so.. pretty.

The shaft is a lot like the rest of his skin, a very pale color that almost shines if sunlight hits it. The head is a soft pink, very reminiscent of the blushes he always seemed to get if you teased him too much, with droplets of precum around it. A large vein runs from the underside of it, and you can see it actually throb the more he stares at you.

"See something you like, love?" You whimper at the very affectionate nickname. "I-is it going to fit? I mean.. I've never.." "Don't worry, little one," he gently lays you back, "daddy will get it to fit. If it hurts too much, just let me know. Okay?" he grabs one of your exes' pillows, placing it gently under your lower back. "O-okay, daddy. I trust you."

His smile warms your heart. "That's my good girl. Spread your legs for me." You nod, following his instructions immediately. His hand reaches between the two of you, grabbing his cock and gently rubbing the tip around your entrance. "You sure you want this, Y/N? I don't want you to feel forced." You whimper, nodding instantly. "P-please fuck me, Choso.. I've waited so long.." You spread your legs more, effortlessly enticing him.

When his tip enters you, you're already a moaning mess. It just feels too good. He watches your expressions intently as he slowly pushes into you, searching for any signs of discomfort. Once he's about halfway in, he stops completely.

"How you doin' baby? Any pain?" He leans down to give you a gentle kiss. "G-good. I-it kinda burns, but nothing bad, I promise." He smiles against your mouth and starts to push in again. "We're almost there, little one. Just- fuuuuck." He finally bottoms out, the stretch of it making you whimper loudly and wiggle around. He pants on your face, the scent of you still heavy on his breath.

"S-so fucking tight.. can't believe this is happening..”

He chuckles softly, giving a tentative thrust into your heat. You bite down on your lip, finding both pain and pleasure in the burn that courses through your body. "D-daddy-" He cuts off the rest of your sentence by leaning back onto his knees and grabbing the back of both of your thighs. He manhandles you easily into what you can only assume is a mating press.

"So easy to throw around, aren't you? My pretty baby.." He pulls out of you until only his tip is still inside before slamming back in, causing you to see stars. "You take cock like a pro, baby. I wasn't sure a cute little thing like you could handle it." You tighten around him at his foul language, causing him to growl. "I'm gonna ruin you for anyone else, baby. I'll make sure I'm the only one who can make you scream. You want that, baby? Want daddy to fuck the imprint of his cock into your slutty little hole?"

You throw your head back and cry out for him. "P-please! Make me your little toy, daddy. W-want you to own me.. prove who I belong to, please?" You know you've done it now from the way he snarls at you. However, the sudden ringing of your phone makes both of you freeze. He leans back up to wrap your thighs around his torso.

He's the first to reach to the floor and grab it, still buried deep inside of you. "Oh, lookie there.. a video call. Hello?" Did he-

"Choso? Where is Y/N? Why do you have her phone?" Your ex's voice sounds from the speaker, making your eyes shoot open. You meet Choso's eyes, mouthing the words 'hang up' over and over.

"What does it matter? She dumped you and called me." "Of course she did. Dude, let me talk to her." Choso chuckles darkly, finally thrusting into you, making you squeak loudly despite your best effort to stay quiet.

"What was that?" "Y/N. She's currently.. held up. Or.. down, rather." He smirks at his own joke, reaching down his free hand to start circling your clit with his middle finger. The feeling has you tightening your thighs around his waist.

"You... what?" "Are you deaf and stupid? I said she's busy, aren't you little one?" He smirks down at your form, panting and shaking your head in a desperate, silent plea. This can not be how everyone finds out about this. No way in hell.

Choso's mocking pout makes your face flare up. "She seems a little shy. Let me show you instead." "N-no! Choso I-!" The choking gasp from the phone call shuts you up. Choso's eyes show no mercy as he looks at you almost amused. "That isn't what you should be calling me, is it?"

You look directly at the camera on the back of your phone, your face a deep scarlet color. Before you can correct yourself, the hand that was idly playing with your clit launches up, smacking your cheek with enough force to have your eyes switch to his. He smirks and shoves his index and middle fingers in your mouth without warning, making the ring he wears clack a bit painfully into your teeth.

"Pretty little whore just needs to learn some manners. Don't you, love?" He gets a wicked grin seeing how you blabber around his digits, trying so desperately to behave and give him an answer. "Sorry, princess, I didn't quite hear you. Try again for daddy." He shoves his fingers farther down your throat, causing you to gag and cough. Spit pours out of your kiss bruised lips, making Choso moan above you.

Your teary eyes make him pull his fingers out, wiping the spit across your face. "Why didn't you tell me you couldn't speak? Silly little girl. Now, what should you be calling me?" "D-Daddy! I'm s-so sorry.." He groans, running his thumb down your bottom lip. He gently pries your mouth open before leaning over you, letting spit fall from his tongue into your waiting mouth. He purrs as you swallow it so obediently. "I know you are. You're such a good girl for me. Oh, he hung up." Choso chuckles softly and tosses your phone back to the floor.

"I believe that I have some work to finish, right baby?" Both of his hands grab your hips, surely leaving bruises, before he starts to mercilessly ram into your sopping cunt. Your throat is still somewhat raw from his fingers being in it not two minutes ago, but he's determined to pull every sound he can from you.

He slides one hand down, harshly pinching and rolling your swollen clit between two fingers. Your cries only encourage his ruthless actions.

"D-daddy I-I.. something.. something doesn't-" Your pleas are cut off when the hand on your hip actually lifts you off the bed, giving him enough access for the tip of his cock to batter into your cervix.

If you aren't sore tomorrow, he hasn't done his job.

Sweat drips down his forehead and chest as he growls deeply. "There we go baby. T-that's the spot. Cum for daddy, want you screaming until my name is the only t-thing you know." His hand starts slapping your exposed clit again, finally throwing you over the edge. When the coil in your abdomen snaps, you scream his name, raw throat be damned.

Choso hisses as you tighten around his cock, spraying his lower abdomen in your essence. "Sh-shit I-" His sentence trails off when he thrusts into you one more time, letting out an animalistic snarl as his own climax washes over him.

You can feel his cock throb as he unloads his seed deep inside you. The feeling makes you tremble and mewl. There's so much of it that it still manages to spill out, staining the bed sheets under you.

He's still panting pretty heavily when he slides out of you, careful in case you're still too sensitive. When you squeak, he reaches up to cup your cheek. "You did so well, baby. I'm so proud of you." You nuzzle into his hand, placing a small kiss in the palm. "Th-thank you, daddy. I-I'm so tired." When your eyes start to flutter shut, he carefully stands from the bed, shamelessly admiring your disheveled state. "I'm sure you are. Let me get us cleaned up. Then I'll take you home, okay?"

Your small nod is plenty of an answer, so he rushes to the bathroom to search for a rag. He takes only a few seconds to wipe himself clean before rushing back to your side. You wince slightly at the feeling of the cloth wiping you down. "Shhhh, daddy's got you baby. I'll be done in just a second." He smiles to himself as you visibly relax into his touch, allowing him to finish.

"You know," he chuckles as he helps you pull your clothes back on, "your dad is going to try and kill me." "Your mom is going to call me every name in the book." He nods in agreement, finally starting to dress himself.

"So.. should we stay quiet? I imagine shit-for-brain isn't going to, but we can play that off as him being an idiot." You bite your lip, weighing the consequences of either decision.

There's no doubt in your mind, you want to be with Choso. It's clear he's willing to do whatever you want, but from the look in his eyes, the answer is obvious.

"I'm not hiding it." He blinks at you in shock. "B-baby.. your repu-" You stand up, despite your legs screaming in pain. He's quick to rush over and pull you into his chest. "I don't care.. I love you, and I don't want to hide it anymore." You squeak loudly when he picks you up bridal style, holding you easily with one arm.

The kiss he gives you is soft and loving, full of nothing but his affection for you. "I love you too, Y/N. I want nothing more than to tell the world that."

He carries you downstairs to grab your overnight bag, and then out to put you in his car. He really refuses to let you do anything, since he even leans inside to buckle you up. Your protests have him laughing. "When you're with me," he kisses your lips after getting into the driver's seat, "you're the spoiled princess. Got it?"

The drive to his house is quiet. He holds your hand the entire time, stroking along it with his thumb, occasionally bringing it to his mouth and kissing each knuckle.

"Oh.. oh shit." "What?" You open your eyes from almost falling asleep.

Your blood freezes when you see what he's looking at. Your dad's car is already parked in his driveway.

Tags: @katgalle, @savonline

[daenqyu]

— doing their eyeliner at 12AM

includes: bakugou, kaminari, kirishima, and hawks

warnings: suggestive (LOTS of making out)

a/n: did i write this just because i love doing my eyeliner and i really want to sit on a guy’s lap while i do his???? maybe. but that’s none of your business 🙄☝️

bakugou katsuki

it’s canon that he wears eyeliner and even if it wasn’t,,, he’d still try it at least ONCE

in this case you had to ask him

well more like beg him 

“babe please, i promise i’ll make a good work!” 

“how? you suck at doing yours”

you scoff before punching his arm, making him let out a hiss as he glares at you

“i don’t you idiot, now can you shut up and stay still for a second?”

of course he ends up giving in bc come on, he’d do anything just to make you happy and if that meant letting you put makeup on him at 12AM because you thought he’d look ‘pretty’ then so be it

bakugou doesn’t voice out any of this though 

instead, he keeps complaining and even tickles your sides from time to time just to get on your nerves

“bakugou,” he frowns when his last name falls from your lips, not liking how it sounded at all. “stop fucking moving or i’ll stap your eye.”

“tch, stop telling me what to do, dumbass.”

but he does stop

after all, he didn’t really want you to get mad at him

he entertains himself by tapping his fingers against your thighs to the beat of the music playing from your speaker 

his touch makes butterflies flutter in your stomach, but you ignore them and continue to draw on his eyelids 

you decide to keep it simple; just a very defined line that’s not too thick, but enough so that it’s visible 

“okay, i’m done”

after you put the eyeliner down and notice bakugou’s eyes were focused on you, you completely forget how to breathe

the black makes his vermilion eyes look even brighter and in contrast with his blonde hair...he simply looks beautiful 

he takes your silence as a bad sign and thinks you probably did fuck up, but when he looks at himself in his phone camera, the makeup looks fine to him so,

why the heck weren’t you saying anything?

“what is it? do you not like it?”

didn’t like it? couldn’t he see you were practically salivating bc of him?

“uh no, you look really good actually,” you look away before continuing, not trusting yourself to look at him while you said the next words. “you look pretty”

bakugou is a little surprised by the compliment, but he wastes no time before teasing you

he leans in, and once he’s close enough, he takes your chin so you’re looking directly at him

a smirk takes over his lips when your eyes avoid his

“what’s got you so shy?” he teases

“i’m not”

“then look at me” 

you didn’t want him to know how big of an effect he had on you, so you turn your head around and face him, even tho you’re flustered beyond belief

his eyes slowly look down at your lips and then back to your eyes, making you a little anxious as to what could happen, but bakugou decides to drags it out

just to have some fun of his own

he places one of his hands on the back of your neck, gently pulling you forward until your noses are almost touching 

the other one caresses your cheek softly, then his fingers slowly trace out your jaw, eyes still stuck on your own 

it’s infuriating really

the way his fingers carefully touch your lips, applying a bit more pressure on his thumb that’s touching your lower lip so he can open your mouth ever so slightly 

the way he acts as if he has all the time in the world, as if he could do this all day

and you know he can

but you don’t 

so you lean in to close the distance with a deep kiss

it’s messy and sloppy; his tongue clashing with your own as his hands roam all over your body to feel you

you end up sitting on his lap, lips still connected and hands all over each other

you pull away, chest heaving as rough breaths leave your mouth and smirk when you notice bakugou is looking at you 

his hair is messy thanks to your gripping and the eyeliner fits him so nicely

for a moment you almost can’t believe he’s your boyfriend 

“have i ever told you how handsome i think you are?” you ask him with a goofy smile on your face, fingers playing with the ends of his hair

“hm, once or twice but you can always remind me again” 

“let me just show you”

he quirks an eyebrow at your implication, licking his lips as his eyes darken

“oh? bold, aren’t we now?”

“learned from the best”

“fuck yeah you did”

to keep it short, you guys didn’t sleep a lot that night 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

kaminari denki

he was DEFINITELY the one that came up with the idea

something just tells me he probably spends 90% of his time scrolling through tiktok 

and if he feels like it, maybe he’ll even posts some of his own

so it’s no surprise that he’s caught up with all the trends and challenges

and even dances (which surprisingly, he’s damn good at)

i’m guessing you guys already know what i’m trying to get at

he had seen way too many tiktoks of couples doing their partner’s eyeliner and he thought it was the coolest thing ever

not only was he curious to see how the makeup would look on him, but he also just wanted an excuse to spend more time with you

he had been thinking about it for a few weeks now, but couldn’t seem to find the perfect moment to ask you

until one night you guys were having a sleepover on your dorm and a video of said trend pops up on his ‘fyp’

you’re cuddling, your head against his chest as his fingers trace random pattern on your back, when he brings it up

“hey babe?”

you hum in response, eyes fluttering open to look up at kaminari

he smiles before pecking your lips, thinking about how beautiful you look all cuddled up next to him

“do you think you could do my eyeliner real quick?”

the question takes you by surprise,

tho you’re used to yout boyfriend being quite spontaneous and random at times, so you don’t really question it

instead, you nod and move out of the bed to get the makeup product, which sits on your vanity

“where should i sit?”

he asks you once you walk over to him, but you simply smile before taking a seat on his lap

you position your legs on either side of his hips so you’re in a straddling position and kaminari almost forgets all about the makeup because of this

but can you really blame him?

you just look so perfect like this

he has to physically stop himself from flipping you over and kissing you all he wants

and you giggle when you notice a pout forming on his face

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing”

“you sure?”

“yeah, just hurry up and do it so i can kiss you”

you laugh, “yes sir”

when you start, he can’t help but giggle at the feeling and you have to hold his face in place so he would stop moving

he gets used to it after a while 

almost even falls asleep from how soft your other hand felt on his cheek

since you know kaminari likes to be a little extra, you attempt to draw a lighting bolt right below one of the lines

it’s not the best, but it looks decent enough so you decide to leave it there

but when you finish, you feel like something is missing; like it could be better

then you have the fantastic idea to use eyeshadow

kaminari feels you getting up from his lap and he whines 

“where are you going?”

“hold on, i’m feeling inspired right now”

“okay?”

he doesn’t understand what you mean at all, but he lets you be

you take a random eyeshadow palette and make sure it has a nice black color on it

then you reposition yourself on his lap

“open your eyes and look up”

he does as he’s told and you proceed to put some more black on his lower lash line and waterline (not too much)

when kaminari doesn’t feel your touch on his face anymore, he looks down at you with a smile, which inevitably makes you smile too

“how do i look?”

you chuckle lowly, examining his eyes once more 

he always looks gorgeous, but the eyeliner just...makes him hit different

and the fact he’s wearing one of his chokers doesn’t make it any better

he looks straight out of alt tiktok

“you, my beautiful boyfriend, look very attractive”

he smirks at your teasing tone, “oh? is that so?”

“i’m afraid it is” 

he doesn’t even bother looking in the mirror because all he could think about was kissing you

and that’s what he does

he holds your face with both of his hands before pulling you in to kiss you

his lips feel hot and so does your whole body when he grips your hips

after a few more kisses, he pulls away and looks at you with excited eyes

“can i do yours now?”

you chuckle at his cuteness before nodding and letting him draw on your face

it’s not perfect, but hey! baby tried his best and that’s all that matters

besides he looks so proud of himself, telling you how cute you look and how lucky he is to call you his

“you look soooo pretty! i mean you always do, of course, but you look even prettier which i didn’t know was humanly possible yet here you are”

he ends up going on a rant about all the things he loves about you and you’re pretty sure you have hearts in your eyes by the time he ends

“i love you”

“i love you too, my pretty girl”

kirishima eijirou:

this man has absolutely tried on eyeliner at least once in his life

has it been good? probably not

but he likes it and thinks it looks very cool

sometimes you do yours and kirishima lives for it

he likes the way it compliments the shape of your eyes and how happy you get when you get the line right from the first try

whenever you’re getting ready and he’s with you, he doesn’t take his eyes off you

a smile spreading across his lips when he sees you bite down on your lower lip in concentration, your fingers skillfully tracing the marker on your eyelids 

and that’s when the idea pops in his head

he ponders on it for a while tho, not sure how to bring it up or if you’d be up to do it

it takes him a few days before he asks you and when he does, he looks all nervous 

you’re both hanging out in his dorm cuddling as you just finished watching a movie

a yawn leaves your lips and you stretch your arms, looking at the time on your phone screen

it reads 12:33 AM 

you hum, moving your head up to look at kirishima from your place on his lap

he looks down at you and offers you a sweet smile before placing a quick kiss on your lips

“i should get going,” he pouts at your words, his hold on your waist tightening so you couldn’t stand up and you giggle, turning around completely so you’re facing him

you wrap your hands around his neck to pull him closer, just until your lips touch

you teasingly smirk at him before kissing his cheek and he frowns

“what? don’t you like my kisses?” you pout at him 

kirishima scoffs at your stupid question and grabs your jaw gently, looking you in the eyes

“stop being a tease”

you roll your eyes, “you’re so impatient”

nevertheless you comply and connect your lips with his, your hands now slightly massaging his nape

he hums against your mouth, prompting you to keep going

before things can go any further tho, you pull away 

he huffs childishly, not liking the way you kept leaving him hanging

“i seriously should get going,” you press one last peck on his lips. “don’t wanna risk getting caught here” 

“then just stay the night”

“baby i already did yesterday”

“uhh your point?”

you chuckle, “good try babe”

you attempt to stand up but once again your boyfriend stops you from doing so

you open your mouth to ask him what’s up 

but he beats you to it

“actually, i wanted to ask you something” he’s looking away from you and that makes you a little nervous, not having a clue about what he wanted to talk about 

you nod, silently telling him to keep going

“could you...do my eyeliner?” a blush creeps onto his neck, his eyes still not meeting yours and you think he looks adorable. before you can answer him, he talks again. “but i mean only if you want to cause’ i know it’s kinda hard so it’s okay if you don’t but i think i’d be really cool and-”

“oh my god eijirou it’s okay!” he finally shuts up and looks at you with big eyes

“it is?”

“hm, i’m more than happy to do it,” he lets out a sigh after hearing your comforting words and you kiss his nose. “besides you’ll look super manly”

if kirishima was already head over heels for you, then now he just wanted to straight up marry you

you got up and started to look around in kirishima’s bathroom drawer since sometimes you left some of your stuff behind just in case

luckily, the eyeliner was there

after you took it, you sat in front of kirishima once again, your legs crossed and you moved closer to him

he kept still and let you get comfortable, looking down at your lips briefly when you got a bit too close

“close your eyes”

and so he did

like i mentioned before, you’re a bit experienced with this since you practice on yourself quite a lot

so it doesn’t take you too much time

the line you drew was a bit thicker than normal but not too much

and instead of doing a straight line, you did it a bit more upwards

“and done!” you say happily while retracting your hand from kirishima’s face

he opens his eyes and offers you a grin

the action is small and meaningless, but it somehow makes you nervous

the makeup really suits him and you can’t help but admire him for a while 

by admiring i mean shamelessly checking him out

of course he notices it

and he teases you about it

“does it look good?”

“yeah,” you answer while looking away, trying to hide how flustered you are. “really good”

he hums before placing his hands on your waist and sitting you down on his lap, making you look at him with a surprised expression on your face

one of his hands stays on your waist while the other travels up to hold your face

you let out a heavy breath at his actions, feeling your heart thumping against your chest

his fingers caress your cheek softly and you lean in to his touch, loving the way he was always so gentle with you

without any warning, kirishima smashes his lips against your own

your eyes widen for a moment, not expecting this at all, but you close them when you feel his tongue touching your lower lip

you open your mouth and let him take the lead, a whimper coming out of you when you feel his hand wrap around your neck, pressing slightly

he pulls away with a smirk, both of your chests heaving from the lack of air

“still wanna leave?”

you sigh while moving your head, yet a smile was evident on your face, “i guess i can stay”

“atta girl”

takami keigo (hawks):

another one who canonically wears eyeliner !!

unlike bakugou (who does his eyeliner to cover up the gap between his mask and eyes), keigo does his solemnly because he thinks it looks good on him

wait, let me rephrase that

he knows it looks good on him

it’s part of his morning routine, he does it every time before going to work

so sometimes while you’re both getting ready for the day, you see him doing it

you open the bathroom door sleepily, barely managing to keep your eyes open

you walk over to the sink next to keigo’s and splash water on your face to wake yourself up

beside you, keigo smiles at your antics

he thinks you look the cutest in the mornings, especially when you’re grumpy

feeling his eyes on your figure, you turn around to face him with a raised brow

“why are you looking at me like that?”

“like what?”

“like i have something on my face”

he laughs at your attitude and walks over to place a kiss on your cheek

his lips feel warm against your cheek and it makes you smile

“good morning to you too” his says teasingly

“morning birdy” your tone matches his and he rolls his eyes playfully before pulling away from you to finish doing his eye makeup

you brush your teeth quickly while thinking about what you were gonna have for breakfast, and whether keigo had time to eat with you or not

once you finish, you place your toothbrush on its place and look over to your right

only to be met with the number two hero doing his eyeliner

in one hand he holds a feather of his against his eyelid, as if to help him do a straight line, and with the other he holds the actual makeup product

he has a concentrated look on his face, his brows slightly furrowed

and you look at him with nothing but adoration in your eyes

he looks so effortlessly beautiful

his golden locks are messy, yet perfectly in place and his wings rest by his side

he has his hero costume on, except for his coat

meaning his muscular arms are in full display for you to see

you don’t realize you’re staring until keigo finally finishes the second eye, and puts down the eyeliner

he smirks at you through the mirror and you look away, embarrassment clear on your face 

“come on, i made us breakfast”

instead of teasing you, like you thought he would, he simply grabs your hand and leads you to the dining table

your heart swells for the man and you look at the two plates in awe, “you did this?”

“is it so hard to believe?”

you roll your eyes before turning around and kissing him, a soft “thank you” leaving your lips as you pull away

that morning you can’t help but keep stealing glances at your boyfriend’s flawless eyeliner

and later that night, when you’re both cuddled up in each other’s arms  watching a movie, you get the sudden brilliant idea

“hey babe, can i do your eyeliner?”

keigo doesn’t even question you, he just nods before pressing a kiss to your neck and you giggle happily

you stand up to get the eyeliner from your shared bathroom and once you return, you take a seat right in front of him

“do you even know what you’re doing?” 

“shut up, i do my makeup too, you know?”

keigo laughs, “i’m just teasing baby”

“you’re mean”

he leans in towards you, pulling you closer by your hips until his lips hover over yours

unconsciously, your eyes look down at his lips, wondering whether he was gonna kiss you or not

but being the little shit he is, keigo doesn’t 

“you should hurry up,” his lips are still inches away from yours, but he doesn’t plan on closing the gap any time soon. “i wanna finish the movie”

this fucker

you clear your throat and move away from him, enough so that you can actually do the makeup, but his hands stay on your hips

you try your best to do it the exact same way he does it

a sharp, straight line that covers part of his outer v and also a small portion of his inner corner

giving his eyes a cat like shaped form

to add your own touch, you draw two small hearts on both sides of his cheekbones 

“m’kay, you can open your eyes now”

and when he does, your breath literally hitches in your throat

of course it’s not the first time you’ve seen him wearing eyeliner

but your faces are still close and his amber eyes are stuck on yours and you just feel like you’re about to explode

your reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by keigo and he smirks 

“i take it you like how it looks?” his tone is flirty and it makes you snap from your trance

you smile at him, softly tracing the two hearts with your fingers, “hm, you look lovely”

“oh really?”

“yeah”

“not as lovely as you, i bet”

and before you can even disagree with him, he presses his lips against yours

you let out a soft moan when he moves you so you’re sitting on his lap and his tongue explores your mouth ever so passionately

keigo takes his sweet time kissing you, taking in every little sound you make and the way your hips slowly move against his thigh

when you pull away, your lips are swollen and you have some spit coating them

which is enough to make keigo go crazy, but before actually doing something, he takes the eyeliner on his hand

you furrow your eyebrows at his action

“what are you doing?”

“well it’s my turn now”

“why do you oh so suddenly want to do my eyeliner?”

he smiles, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “because i wanna see how it’ll look when i make you cry it off”

your eyes widen at his words, but you make no attempt to stop him

keigo kept his promise and he indeed made you cry all of your eyeliner off 😁👍🏼

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Stuck pt.2

Warnings: +18

Parts: 1

Synopsis: Getting stuck between royals is fun. Until actual feelings get involved

The following week you were still conflicted about your permanent stay in Wakanda. You loved the nation and you loved the people. The flora, fauna, the architecture and colors. It was all familiar and constantly brought you happiness. But you also grew to like your life alone out in the states.

Shuri had already started to beg you not to leave and Erik grew distant. He knew about your mixed feelings between staying and leaving.

Nevertheless you carried on with your life here and your new status among the royals. High Princess.

T’Challa made sure to leave you with a fitting title and status. Everyone approved and you were quickly settling into your new position among the court. You and the King were also growing to become closer as you once were. From the chats you two would have to the looks you gave each other.

Erik kept his distance, only greeting you and bidding you goodbye at nights. Today you wanted to fix that. You wanted peace between you.

Walking up to his apartments, you let Okoye know where you would be, should T’Challa or any other royal member ask for your whereabouts.

Ringing the digital doorbell, you hoped the High Prince would answer. You waited almost two minutes before the doors opened, revealing the High Prince with his signature black hoodie and grey sweatpants.

With an arched brow he smirked, “wassup, princess? Or should I say… High Princess…”. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“Can I come in?” You asked, raising your brows. Erik scratched his beard, “I don’t know ‘bout that. You might try and leave.”

You huffed and walked past him, going inside his apartment and taking your shoes off. Erik hugged you from behind, engulfing your body and almost squeezing the life out of you.

“Okay, E… I gotta b-breath now.” You choked as Erik gave you a final squeeze and released you. “Fuck… I missed you, babygirl.”

You scoffed and sat next to him on his couch.

“Yeah, yeah. If you missed me, you would’ve gone to my place or look at me in the eye or reply to my texts. All you do is fucking ignore me.” You spoke as you crossed your arms. Erik looked away.

“I don’t wanna miss you too much. You leavin’ regardless and I ain’t cryin’ no more. I’m fucking tired of it,” he told you, facing you now. You turned your head and adjusted yourself, to sit facing him.

“Erik, I just need to figure out what I want. That’s it. I wanna know what I want… and I’m here now… aren’t I?” You told him, grabbing his hand. With both hands, you grabbed his hand and rubbed his surprisingly smooth palms.

“Yeah… you here now, but maybe tomorrow you might not be here.”

“But I’m here now, Erik. I want you to know that when I figure out what I want, you gon’ be the first to know.” You almost whispered as you could feel the energy of the room begin to shift. You moved slowly closer to him, your faces almost inches away from each other.

The calm and peacefulness turned into warming passion. Erik’s low and dark eyes focused on your lips.

“Kiss me.” You whispered, your tone smooth and low. Erik needed no more instructions.

Crashing his lips onto yours, he laid you on your back and pinned your hands above your head. The bruising kiss was passionate and deep, earning groans from you both.

“Don’t think I forgot about ya’ lil’ stunt last week… I keep replaying that shit in my mind.” Erik purred in your ear. You gave a dark smirk.

“Really? You still thinkin’ about that?” You asked, slipping your hands out of Erik’s weakening grip. He nodded slowly, kissing your plump lips again. Your hands traveled down to his hoodie and began to pull up. Getting the message, Erik ceased the kiss and slid his hoodie off.

You smirked and locked your legs around his waist and as soon as he came back down, your hand went behind his neck and pulled him deeper. Heat and passion mixed made your senses cloud themselves with mischief and arousal. Erik’s brown eyes darkened once more, his pupils dilated and lips became swollen from the searing kiss.

The royal soon grabbed you and took you to his bed, where he laid you on your back once more. Only this time, unhooking your legs from his waist, you made him sit back and took your place on his lap. Cupping his face and feeling his hands grip your ass, squeezing. Erik tried to kiss you again, only to be pushed back by your hands.

You could feel that familiar hardness between your legs, rubbing against your most intimate area.

“Do you still want me, Erik?” You asked. The man nodded frantically.

“I do, I want you so fucking bad, Bia. Let me worship you.” He replied, pulling you closer. Closing his eyes, he leaned on into your chest.

“I love you, Bianca… I want you.”

Erik began to kiss your neck, making way down to your neck and leaving hickies along the way.

“If you want me so bad… take me, Erik. Show me how bad you want me to stay here.”

The royal wasted no time. He grabbed your hands, kissing your soft palms and placing them on his chest. You continued with the deep kiss as Erik began to grunt and groan.

Taking advantage, you moved your hips forward and backwards, grinding and teasing him with friction. Gasping, your tongue entered his mouth once again. No battle was waged as he gave in quickly.

Erik’s hands reached the back of your shirt and began to lift. You allowed this and mirrored his actions. Undressing each other slowly, his desire grew more. Your glowing melanated body was mouthwatering. Your thick curves were enticing and your thighs were calling his name.

Erik’s sweatpants were the next to go, leaving him almost all exposed. He remained in his boxers as you then remained in your underwear. Still entranced with the kiss, Erik delivered a firm spank to your left cheek which earned a moan. His desire burned and his hand was traveling down to your soaked haven.

“Wanna taste this pussy, babyboy? Is that what you want?” You asked, seeing Erik nodding frantically.

“Use your words.”

“Let me… Let me eat your pussy… lemme taste, please,” Erik almost begged as he saw your approving smirk. You accommodated yourself to lay on your back, which was propped against two pillows. Erik’s lips made the journey down to your pussy. Reaching your panties, he slid them with ease.

Spreading your legs, you revealed Erik’s next meal.

Glistening pink between melanated lips were awaiting him. He could feel his shaft throb in his boxers in anticipation.

Delivering the first lick, Erik moaned in a deeper, huskier tone. Your heart made a flip and your pussy throbbed at the sound.

“Fuck,” he breathed as he began to lick, suck and kiss at your soaking heat. Your moans increased as his skilled tongue did wonders. His arms were hooked around your thighs, pinning you down as he feasted.

Erik kept on moaning.

“You so sweet, baby… you taste so fucking good.” He praised as he continued. Your hands played with your breasts as Erik worked on bringing you to the orgasm you both craved.

Moaning his name and flicking your nipples, the different stimulations complemented each other and you could feel a familiar coil starting to grow.

Lulling your head back as your pleasure continued to rise and build up, Erik began to suck your bundle of nerves, flicking his tongue and giving fast kitten licks, going back to sucking.

Gasping, you bucked your hips and tensed your thighs. His hand slightly pressed down on your lower stomach.

“Fuck!” You whimpered, “I’m ‘bout to cum! I'm so close!”

Erik hummed and his arms tightened their grip around your thighs, preparing for your orgasm to wash over you.

Arching your back and moaning his name, your first orgasm was summoned. Erik lapped at your sweet juices. Your moans were music to his ears. Your legs shook as he did not let go.

His mouth was still busy with your lower lips.

Coming down from your intense high, you felt yet another wave of pleasure hit you.

“E-Erik, I came. Stop! Fuck!” You groaned as the Prince continued to devour you. One of his arms loosened their grip and with your juices, he coated two of his fingers, slowly introducing them into your tight, warm walls.

“Shit,” Erik cursed, breathless. His lips and chin shining with your juices. His fingers pumped slowly at first, waiting to hear your moans, which came sooner than he thought. He picked up the pace and your legs began to shake once more.

“Fuck! Erik, I’m cumming! I’m cumming again!” You cried as you fisted the sheets for dear life as another orgasm ripped through your body. With his fingers pumping and his lips sealed around your clit sucking, you squirted, creating a damp spot beneath you.

After making sure you rode out your orgasm, Erik took his fingers out and licked them clean.

“You were so good, babygirl,” Erik praised as he kissed your thighs. “That was so fucking good. You taste so good…” he continued.

Catching your breath, you smirked.

“Fuck me, Erik… fuck me,” you told him as he quickly discarded his pre-cum stained boxers and threw them away. His painfully hardened dick was begging for some sort of relief.

“Let me-”

“Nah, lemme in, baby.” Erik told you, softly spreading your legs once more. Positioning himself on top of you in missionary, Erik coated his erection with your juices, groaning at the simple touch.

“Inside…” you whispered.

Erik made sure to slowly enter your walls. He sank deeper and deeper, screwing his eyes shut to avoid a premature release.

“Fuuuucck!” He moaned, “you so tight! You feel so fucking good, babygirl.” Erik panted as he was finally inside you. He relished the feeling of your walls and arms around him.

Your warm walls hugged him and your juices allowed for comfort. His pulsating dick filled you deliciously, making you whimper at his size as well.

After making sure you were in no pain, Erik began to move. You moaned his name, raking your blunt nails down his back. Erik kissed your neck and nuzzled your pulse as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Huffing and cursing, Erik began to speed up his movements.

“Harder!” You panted.

Obliging, Erik began to feel light-headed and was fighting off a premature release. You were panting, moaning and groaning his name as you laid your head back on to the pillows.

“Fuck, I’m close! I’m gonna cum!” You moaned, seeing Erik lower himself again, kissing you.

You moaned into his mouth as your orgasm bested you. Twitching and gasping, your walls clenched around Erik and forced him into the orgasm he tried so hardly to ward off.

Opening your eyes, you were met with a teary-eyed, sweating Erik. His face was a light shade of red and his lips were swollen by the kissing. His locs were disheveled and his tears were finally running down his cheeks. His pupils covered most of his irises, giving him a feral look.

The eye contact made him twitch and shake, his arms struggling to hold him up as your passion reached its peak. Your hands wrapped themselves around his neck, keeping him close.

Erik’s orgasm had been intense. He almost screamed your name. Both moaning in unison, holding each other and panting. Erik took his time until he pulled out of your pussy and watched as it all spilled out. He lazily smirked and saw how you contracted once more. Getting moist towelettes, he cleaned you as gently as he could and then himself, laying next to you.

“Fuck… you felt too damn good. Holy fuck, I got a headache.”

Laughing loudly, Erik shifted and changed into a spooning position. You were facing his chest as he softly rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head.

“Even if you’re about to die, thank you.”

“For what?”

“For not hurting me.” You replied.

“I don’t think I could ever hurt you, Bia. I fucking love you.”

You couldn’t help but to smile at his soft words, feeling him hold you closer. He had been so gentle and caring. Before you closed your eyes, Erik had placed a soft kiss to your forehead before completely settling and dozing off.

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Xiao: Who are you ? (part 1) (v.EN)

f!reader

I want a sweet Xiao <3 and then when you have Matsuoka Yoshitsugu as a seiyuu, how can you not love him?! (even if it will surely be complicated for him to understand the emotions that go through him!).

Zhongli being written.

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Part 2

Who are you?

The last Yaksha guardian was collapsed on the ground, wounded, exhausted. His last battle with the darkness had lasted most of the night, further weighing down the karma of the young man with dark hair dotted with emerald strands. The voices of those he had killed fogged his mind, causing excruciating pain to his soul and body. Lying on his stomach unable to open his eyes, his hand struggled to find his winged jade spear that had fallen to the ground with him. A groan of pain scraped his throat at the movement.

The young man flinched briefly as he heard footsteps approaching him quickly, feeling hands grasp his shoulders to carefully turn him around.

He tried again to open his eyes, his vision was blurred and foggy. He could not distinguish the features of the human who had seized him, feeling only his hand gently caressing his hair in an attempt to soothe him. The voice he heard calling him with concern sounded like a woman's, soft and warm.

A soothing light enveloped the young woman, the boy did not understand what was happening because in the second that followed, his body lightened, his pain evaporated, was he dreaming?

Although his vision was still blurred, he nevertheless managed to distinguish a little better the contours of the young woman with long hair (color).

"Who are you? "

His voice was marked by fatigue. He managed to distinguish a thin smile on the face of his rescuer. He repeated more weakly:

"Who are you...? "

His eyes sank, the ethereal form of the young woman reminding him of distant memories, a sudden warmth burst in his heart. Tears beaded in the corners of his eyes.

"Gui...zhong? "

The landscape around him darkened, leading him straight into a soft torpor.

Xiao woke up with a start. Where was he? The Wangshu Inn? Yes, he recognized his quarters, but how did he get there? He still remembered his fight against the horde of monsters he had defeated. He raised his right hand to his face, examining it more closely.

He had no more wounds, no more pain, which brought him back to the young woman he thought he had seen. Had he hallucinated? Had she really healed him? Everything seemed to be a blur. He got up from the bed without difficulty, heading directly to the balcony which was on the top floor of the inn. He looked around, hoping to find the woman who had helped him. The sun was beginning to set, so he had spent the day resting here. It was unusual for him, not being human he didn't have the same needs as them, sleeping, eating, living with others, all that seemed ridiculous. He was almost angry at himself for staying unconscious for so long, hitting one of the wooden columns on the balcony.

Xiao turned around, heading towards the stairs, quickly walking down the steps to Wangshu's innkeeper, Verr Goldet.

"Verr. "

The young woman turned her attention to Xiao.

"Good evening lord Xiao, have you recovered from your last fight? "

"Did you see who brought me here?"

Verr didn't take offense to his curt tone, simply shaking her head to indicate that she hadn't.

Xiao clicked his tongue, annoyed. He needed to know who this mysterious woman was who had taken care of him. The memory of the warmth that emanated from her gripped his heart again, drawing his steps back towards the exit of the inn.

He suddenly bumped into a young man with blond hair, accompanied by his annoying little creature.

"Xiao?"

Aether looked at Xiao with big round eyes, he was not used to seeing him with such an expression. He was confused, frustrated and angry, these were all emotions that were running through the yaksha since he woke up.

"Xiao is not in a good mood"- Paimon twirled around him- "You should come eat something with us, nothing beats a good meal for..."

"I don't need that! "

Paimon gasped, hiding behind Aether. Xiao tried to calm himself by inhaling a deep breath of air, passing by the traveler without saying a word.

"Wait Xiao! Where are you going? "

Aether stopped him, grabbing his arm loosely so as not to rush him further. Xiao immediately gave a sharp blow on his arm to disengage himself, he regretted his abrupt words, he hated it. Before he met Aether, he never had to worry about others or how to behave with them, he was alone and he was fine with that. It was all too... human for him. Slowly he turned his gaze to the traveler.

"Aether I... am sorry. "

"Xia...! "

Without saying another word, Xiao disappeared in a draft.

When you landed in Liyue from your native land, Sumeru, a few months ago, a terrifying battle took place at the city's port. An ancient God who had once been sealed by the rock lord had broken free from his prison, attempting to destroy the port of Liyue in the process, but fortunately he was quickly stopped.

Since these events, you had started to travel in the lands of the geo archon, studying the local fauna and flora. Flowers had always fascinated you, their shapes, their smells, their meanings or their benefits, you studied absolutely everything, noting and drawing in a notebook everything you saw.

In Sumeru, you joined the prestigious magic academy to perfect your Guizhong, that was the last thing he said to you. Who was he? It seemed to you that you had already read this name in one of the books you had borrowed from the academy. You couldn't ask him, tiredness taking him away from you. You knew that not far away there was an inn, it was going to be difficult but you had to take him there so that he could rest. When you picked him up, wrapping your arm around his shoulders for support, his spear on the ground disappeared by itself. You had adjusted your grip before you began your walk.

After several minutes of recalling these events, you noticed that you had finally arrived at the high cliffs of Huaguang. Taking your courage in both hands, you prepared yourself mentally to climb the cliff. Up there was a flower that you wanted to study, the Qingxin flower. They grew exclusively on the highest stone peaks, avoiding heat and humidity, a lonely and hard to reach flower.

"It's okay! "

You rolled up your sleeves, putting your feet and hands where they could grip, slowly you began your ascent.

Night had fallen on the Liyue plains, and it was at the top of Qingyun Peak that the Yaksha had taken refuge, watching the stars brighter than ever. Sitting on the edge of the cliff, the memory of the young woman haunted him. The pain in his chest made him clench his fists, he had never felt like this, he didn't even know what name to put on these feelings.

Xiao was a thousand year old follower, human feelings didn't concern him, so why? Why such pain at the mere thought of a... stranger? But was she really a stranger? This woman had reminded him of an old friend, Guizhong, who died during the Archon war. Could she have come back in an ethereal form? Or maybe it was a new trick the demons had found to torture him a little more.

In the distance, Xiao saw a faint jade-colored light coming from the Huaguang stone forest. He widened his eyes, remembering that glow that had saved his life. His heart began to beat furiously in his chest.

"This is... impossible... I found you. "

His voice trembled at the sight of the sweet emanation. It warmed him, soothed him, the voices that constantly hammered him fell silent and his usually aching body was now light. At last he understood his obsession with you, when you had treated him earlier this morning, a bond had been established between you, a bond as strong as the one that bound him to Morax for whom he had the greatest respect and devotion.

Xiao stood up, looking in the direction you were facing. He disappeared into the wind.art and deepen your knowledge. More than once your teachers told you that your manipulation of your dendro vision was exceptional, some city-states were already looking to recruit you as a researcher or healer, but you always refused, preferring to remain free of your movements. Once you had finished your studies, you quickly decided to leave your homeland, wanting to learn more from your neighbors. Your steps finally led you to Liyue.

You had left early that morning, heading towards the Huaguang stone forest from the Dihua swamp. On the way, you passed a badly wounded young man with emerald tattoos on him. His face, despite the wounds, was beautiful and when he opened his eyes, the amber color immediately fascinated you.

You couldn't leave him like that, wounded and bruised, using your Dendro vision to heal him. When you used it, it projected a jade aura on you and a flowery area grew around you, releasing energy that allowed you to heal even the deepest wounds.

He had tried several times to ask you to identify yourself, which you did, but his apparent fatigue had closed off his senses.

Guizhong, that was the last thing he said to you. Who was he? It seemed to you that you had already read this name in one of the books you had borrowed from the academy. You couldn't ask him, tiredness taking him away from you. You knew that not far away there was an inn, it was going to be difficult but you had to take him there so that he could rest. When you picked him up, wrapping your arm around his shoulders for support, his spear on the ground disappeared by itself. You had adjusted your grip before you began your walk.

After several minutes of recalling these events, you noticed that you had finally arrived at the high cliffs of Huaguang. Taking your courage in both hands, you prepared yourself mentally to climb the cliff. Up there was a flower that you wanted to study, the Qingxin flower. They grew exclusively on the highest stone peaks, avoiding heat and humidity, a lonely and hard to reach flower.

"It's okay! "

You rolled up your sleeves, putting your feet and hands where they could grip, slowly you began your ascent.

Night had fallen on the Liyue plains, and it was at the top of Qingyun Peak that the Yaksha had taken refuge, watching the stars brighter than ever. Sitting on the edge of the cliff, the memory of the young woman haunted him. The pain in his chest made him clench his fists, he had never felt like this, he didn't even know what name to put on these feelings.

Xiao was a thousand year old follower, human feelings didn't concern him, so why? Why such pain at the mere thought of a... stranger? But was she really a stranger? This woman had reminded him of an old friend, Guizhong, who died during the Archon war. Could she have come back in an ethereal form? Or maybe it was a new trick the demons had found to torture him a little more.

In the distance, Xiao saw a faint jade-colored light coming from the Huaguang stone forest. He widened his eyes, remembering that glow that had saved his life. His heart began to beat furiously in his chest.

"This is... impossible... I found you. "

His voice trembled at the sight of the sweet emanation. It warmed him, soothed him, the voices that constantly hammered him fell silent and his usually aching body was now light. At last he understood his obsession with you, when you had treated him earlier this morning, a bond had been established between you, a bond as strong as the one that bound him to Morax for whom he had the greatest respect and devotion.

Xiao stood up, looking in the direction you were facing. He disappeared into the wind.

You had finally reached the top of the cliff, immediately spotting two-three Qingxin flowers. You immediately knelt down beside one of them, taking out your notebook and pencil. You began to draw this beautiful flower from every angle, noting here and there the characteristics you could observe. Satisfied with everything you could see, you finally turned to the landscape plunged in the darkness of the night. Liyue's sky was dotted with stars that shone brightly. Sitting cross-legged in the center of the cliff top, your gaze turned back to the flowers of Qingxin, suddenly reminding you of the young man you had rescued. When you looked into his eyes, his eyes seemed so sad, so lonely. The pain that seemed to be emanating from him had struck you at the highest point.

You turned your attention back to the stars. Your mind was obsessed with this boy and it was with him in mind that you began to sing an ancient poem by Sumeru. The words, although sung in your native language, were undoubtedly sad and melancholic. Your hands were placed in front of you, palms up, eyes closed, activating your dendro vision. A jade-green circle encircled the entire surface of the cliff, particles of light streaming from the ground. Gradually, luminescent blue flowers began to grow around you, following the rhythm of your song.

It was a violent draught that cut you off, opening your eyes in surprise. You gasped as you saw the young man with the amber eyes standing before you.

He was out of breath, stiff as a board, his eyes never leaving yours. Something in him seemed different from this morning, in his eyes you could see... peace?

He cautiously approached you, kneeling down in front of you to get to your level. He took one of your hands in his, squeezing it gently. The particles you had created swirled around you, lighting up the scene. Your heart was pounding now that he was in front of you, you found him even more attractive under the moonlight. His eyes shone with an incredible brilliance, his tattoos also glowed with a soft emerald glow.

Your voice, your appearance, everything seemed sweet to him, no wonder he confused you with Guizhong, you looked like him in some ways.

His lips trembled slightly as he continued to examine your face, a question seemed to cross his lips.

His free hand went up to your face, tucking one of your locks behind your ear.

"Who are you? "His tone was more brutal than he had intended it to be.

Your eyes widened at the question. Of course you couldn't introduce yourself or learn who he was, his name, what he did. You wanted to know everything about this man who had marked your heart.

Seeing that you didn't answer, he asked again in a soft whisper, making you blush.

"Who are you? "

"(y/n)..."

And for the first time since you met, a smile stretched his lips, a silence accompanying your answer. His smile disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, his hand dropped yours.

"Xiao. "

You looked at him intensely, your face completely red as he straightened his legs.

"As long as you're in Liyue, I'll protect you. Call me and I'll be there in a second."

You slowly nodded, fascinated by this man who was decidedly not human. He watched you for a few more seconds, his eyes entranced by your presence before disappearing as he had appeared...

"Xiao..."

[getosubaru]

It’s such a long walk when you got somewhere to be; I just thought maybe you were gonna walk with me (chapter two)

a/n: ayy look at me getting another chapter out before a century passes

story summary: MC decides all of the student council is going to therapy and hell hath no fury like a prepared human. They’ve got highlighters and they’re not afraid to use them.

chapter summary: Levi is up to bat first, but he'll need his Henry by his side to get through it.

pairing: could be lucifer/reader, but i’m leaving it gen for now.

warnings: none; small text only for description; gn!reader; possible spoilers since author can’t remember when shit happened in canon; not proofread/betaread; author is a psychology grad student which is its own warning; angst and trauma; minor medical metaphor towards the end

current rating: t; may change.

chapter wc: ~3k

title taken from “therapy” by dresage & g smith

chapter one

A knock on your door as you get ready for classes isn’t unheard of. It’s the demon who greets you that’s the surprise.

“Levi? Come in,” you say, ushering him in and shutting the door.

He’s put himself together today. Every button is done up and his shirt is neatly tucked—even his pants have a sharply ironed crease to them. His hair, usually messy and in his face, is combed back with not a strand out of place.

“You look nice.” It’s hard to keep the shock and skepticism out of your voice, but you think you manage given the way his cheeks darken.

“I was thinking about the meeting,” he says to the ground. “About my work with the navy and stuff.”

You turn to rummage in your drawers for a tie, gesturing for him to continue. Levi doesn’t do well with eye contact and conversations are always easier for him if you’re not looking at him. His voice is stronger when he speaks again.

“It’s not something I really talk about, you know? But I am proud of it. And I just thought maybe I should, like, try to put more of it in my life? I don’t know if I’m making sense.”

“You are.” There’s the damn tie you want. You flip up your collar and start to put it on. 

Levi huffs when your fingers fumble the knot. “Let me?”

The offer stuns you both, especially when he takes the offending fabric away from you. You risk a glance at him to make sure he isn’t about to pass out. His face is a startling cherry color, but there’s determination in his eyes. 

“I feel like I’m cosplaying myself actually,” he says with a laugh. “Maybe I’ll hate it today. I mean, the others are going to make a huge deal over it.” 

“You’ll have your Henry to back you up,” you assure him as he finishes a perfect knot. 

“Th-thanks.”

Levi moves out of your space just as quickly as he stepped into it. He seems to breathe a bit easier once you’re no longer sharing air. Grabbing your bag from your desk, you catch sight of the schedule Diavolo sent you last night. 

“You know you don’t have to do this for your appointment, right?” you ask carefully. 

His face falls at the reminder. “I’m not doing it for that. Though, of course, they put me up first. I’m the one they probably think needs the most help—“

You give his sleeve a sharp tug. “Hey, knock it off. It’s just the way the schedule worked out. You know, the one that I made?” 

Levi seems even more crestfallen than ever.

“Leviii,” you draw his name out. “I scheduled it like this because you have that event later this week, remember? You told me you’ve been waiting forever for season two of The Panopticon’s Revenge to drop and you wanted to see how fast you could speedrun it on your first playthrough!” 

“Oh. Yeah, I forgot that’s coming out,” he mumbles, all bluster taken out of him.

You tug on his sleeve again, careful not to make sudden skin contact. “Come on, we’re gonna be late for breakfast.” 

True to form, his brothers do make a big deal out of Levi’s look. Well, Beel’s too busy eating and Belphie’s still asleep, so it’s just the Terrible Trio to cause a fuss. Lucifer, predictably, has already left.

“Levi, you should’ve told me last night you wanted to do this!” whines Asmo. “I have a gel that would be great for your hair.”

The demon in question focuses harder on his toast. 

Mammon shakes his head. “Don’t know why ya wanted to dress up, though. It’s just RAD.” 

“It’s not a crime to want to look nice, dummy,” shoots back Asmo with a glare.

“It’s not just RAD, though. Am I right?” asks Satan over his book. 

“Oh, you got that meeting today? Damn, you’re not gonna impress ’em just by combin’ your hair.”

You carefully set down your water glass so it makes an audible thud against the table. “Gentlemen, that’s enough.” 

Levi flashes you a relieved smile. 

Beel passes a plate of shadow hog bacon across to the third-born. “Here, you’ll want protein so you’ve got enough energy if you’re staying late today. Just carbs won’t be enough.” 

Peace is restored to the dining room and breakfast doesn’t end in bloodshed. Some days, it’s all you can ask for.

After your Devildom History class, Levi pulls you aside. 

“Come with me?” he pleads. “Idon’twannagoalone.”

You’re exhausted and have a mountain of homework (thanks, Professor Marchosias, for the 30-page potions essay), but Levi’s luminous eyes stare at you with desperation. His shirt is untucked and it looks like he’s been running his hands through his hair. 

“I get first character pick when we play Ascendance next?” you barter. 

It’s always a struggle when you play together because both of you want to be the dragon knight and neither of you handles defeat very well. You’d go with him regardless, but he’ll feel less bad about it if you’re getting something out of it. And you really want to practice this combo you saw online.

“Absolutely!” cries Levi. “I’ll even let you win just please, please come with me—“ 

Your glare stops his relieved rant in its tracks. “You better not ‘let’ me win, Leviachan, or I will spoil the series end of Primeval Throne before you can catch up.” 

“MC!” 

You slip into an empty classroom (pulling a stuttering Levi behind you by the sleeve) and dig a comb out of your bag. He takes you pushing him into a chair with surprising grace.

“It is very lucky Asmo slipped a jar of gel in my bag, hmm?” 

Levi yelps when you start to brush the comb through his tangled hair. It’s not too badly messed up, but you can tell he didn’t use anything stronger than water to slick it back. The gel works well with his hair, just as Asmo said.

“You made sure it’s not anything, I don’t know, weird, right?” asks Levi nervously. 

“It’s got glitter in it and is charmed to dye your hair pink,” you deadpan. 

“What?!”

You tap him on the head with the end of the comb. “Chill, Levi. It’s just gel, I swear.” 

Once he’s put back together, Levi huffs and straightens his shoulders. He adamantly refused your help with his rumpled clothes. 

“It’s just a meeting, not a battle,” you say, following him out the door and across campus. 

Levi hums. “I mean, it kinda is? A battle with myself, I mean. Plus, it helps to think of it like a battle in a game or something.” 

His insightfulness isn’t new to you, but the sentiment rattles around your brain while you walk. He’s not wrong. You’ve done enough therapy back in the Human Realm to know that. Sometimes you have to fight your own demons to make progress. Pun hopefully unintended. 

“Ah, Grand Admiral, you’re right on time,” greets a tall demoness when you both enter the designated room.

It’s probably usually used as a lounge of some sort given the couches and small kitchenette. A host of runes glow as you shut the door behind you. Levi rounds on the stranger, tail flickering in and out of existence. 

“Just privacy and security,” she assures him, hands raised with a gentle smile. “Duke Barbatos oversaw their implementation himself.” 

Levi calms when you rest a finger on the back of his arm. “Sorry, just wasn’t expecting it.” 

“Not at all. Please, be seated.” She gestures at the couch across from her. “MC, you’ve come to join him?” 

You nod, sitting down and pulling Levi with you. She looks to your friend for confirmation or acquiescence—though it’s hard to tell from the polite smile she keeps. 

“I wanted company,” says Levi after a moment. 

“Perfectly fine.” She nods. “How about I introduce myself a bit and we can get started?”

A tray appears with a wave of one clawed hand. Small pies and cookies are arranged delicately around a contingent of drink options. 

“There are savory and sweet options,” she continues, choosing a soda you’re familiar with from back home. “They should all be human-safe, but maybe stay away from the purple juice? I think it has nightshade in it.” 

“Beel’s going to love you,” you say, laughing when Levi nods solemnly. 

She smiles, this time a little bigger and less practiced. “I look forward to meeting him. Now, my name is Yoraissa. There’s a long and complicated version, but I went by ‘Rissa’ when I studied in the Human Realm. You’re free to call me whichever you’d prefer.” 

“You studied in the Human Realm?” asks Levi. His eyebrows (no longer hidden by his hair) shoot upwards. 

Rissa nods. “I attended a human university for my psychology degree about five years ago. I’m still a licensed doctor in the country I studied in, actually. There are a few clients I meet with topside, though much of my practice is dedicated to demons.” She pauses to let that sink in and takes a sip of her soda. “After I got my degree there, I came back to get my degree in demon psychology.” 

“There’s a difference?” Levi reaches for flavored water, passing you one without asking. 

“Of course,” replies Rissa. “Not only are we different physically, but mentally as well. I won’t bore you with the technical jargon, but even the way we use our senses or process emotions is different.” 

You bite down on the urge to grill her for more information. This is meant to be about helping Levi—not satisfying your curiosity. Rissa, as if sensing your intrigue, shoots a grin at you. 

“I have a couple of books I can recommend on the topic if you want.”

“That would be great,” you reply. As long as you can keep Satan from thieving them. 

Rissa taps one delicate claw to the dark skin of her cheek. “A final thing to note is that, by birth, I am a succubus. I don’t use my more…traditional powers when meeting with clients, but I am attuned to ambient moods. This means I will pick up on deception and hesitation, so lying won’t be any good with me. On a more positive note, I will know if we start to hit topics that are a little raw and I will know when to start backing off.” 

Levi shifts uncomfortably next to you, though you think it’s about her powers more than her heritage. He told you offhand once that his second-in-command is actually an incubus under Asmo’s domain. 

“Useful,” you supply when he doesn’t say anything.

“In my line of work?” Rissa laughs, showing off fangs that almost glow in contrast to her deep skin. “Most definitely.” 

She caps her soda and faces Levi directly, though her eyes focus on the tablet in her lap. “I want to get a grasp of you as a whole for this first session, okay? So we’ll just be covering some basics and anything you want to talk about.”

Levi nods. “Okay.”

They run through the story of the brothers’ fall, sidestepping the topic of Lilith. Rissa furrows her brow when he avoids talking about his sister and makes a note on her tablet. Part of you wants to let her know she’ll probably make that same note seven times over. 

“You were in charge of the Celestial Navy?” she asks.

“Yeah.” Levi looks down at his fingers and starts picking at the polish. “Back then, we had a lot more battles and assignments, so I was constantly busy.” 

“Not anymore?”

He shakes his head. “No, not since the Accords were signed.” 

Your Realm Politics class covered this a bit at the beginning. The Accords are a treaty signed by both the Celestial and Infernal Realms. Basically, it boils down to a peace treaty, though there are some sections dedicated to inter-realm travel and visitation. Diavolo used it as the basis for the exchange program. 

None of the brothers have used the clause stating they are allowed short visits upstairs, as far as you’re aware. Not that that’s very surprising.

“What do you usually do now?” asks Rissa. 

“Video games, anime, manga…” Levi shrugs. “I still run the Infernal Navy, but it’s not as time-consuming.” 

“Do you want more to do in your official position?” 

“No!” he objects. “That would mean another war a-and more violence and death and—“

You press your thigh against his. “Deep breaths, Leviachan,” you murmur into his ear. 

Rissa shoots you a thankful look as his breathing calms and the flush vanishes from his face. 

“I just… Everyone does stuff, you know? Even Mammon’s got his greed demons to manage and Belphie’s got the sleep paralysis department. What do I have?” Levi digs his hand into his hair. 

You weren’t aware of this department Belphie has, but you plan on figuring out what the hell that is all about. 

Rissa hums. “You don’t consider running the navy to be something?”

“I mean, not really? Besides training, diplomatic missions, cargo escorting, and patrols, there’s not really much.” 

“That sounds like a lot to me,” she replies neutrally. 

Levi shrugs again. 

“Don’t each of you oversee a punishment level?” you ask. “Like, the sins and all that?” 

“Technically, yeah. Mine isn’t really a lot of work, since it’s just, like, literally burning hot tombs. People in my circle are locked in them—kind of like coffins, I guess.”

You blink. Demons, right. It’s not the horrifically hot coffins that are the issue, but the lack of work involved with them. 

A clock on the wall chimes the hour, signaling the meeting is over. Rissa finishes her soda and holds up a finger. 

“There’s some reading I want you to take a look at, Leviathan,” she says. “It’s from the Human Realm, but I think it’s close enough to be relevant. A lot of soldiers can feel listless after returning home from battle, especially if ‘home’ has changed dramatically. It’s just a couple of articles, nothing too technical or dry, I promise.”

Levi presses his thigh more firmly against yours but nods anyway. 

“I’ll email them to you. I see you later this week, right? With Mammon?” confirms Rissa. 

A long, pained groan comes from the demon next to you. 

Rissa joins in when you laugh, the sound as melodic and enchanting as you’d expect from a lust demon. “Don’t worry about having read the before then—just before our next individual session, okay?” 

You both thank the demoness for her time and stand to leave. 

“MC? Can I have a second? I just wanted to pass on those book titles to you.”

You wave Levi on, shutting the door behind him. Rissa scribbles frantically on a notepad. 

“I had a second reason for keeping you actually,” she confesses.

“I figured,” you say, rubbing the back of your neck. “If it’s about me being here, I’m sorry, it won’t happen—“

Rissa glances up and shakes her head with wide eyes. “No, no. You misunderstand me. I was going to ask you to attend whatever sessions they feel comfortable having you at.”

You jolt a little at her insistence. 

“I did some research into the brothers,” she says. “Admittedly, there isn’t much. There’s even less on Prince Diavolo and Duke Barbatos, of course. But I do know that all this change in them the Realm has seen over the last few months has been due to your influence. You are a large part of their lives.”

“I’m not sure how much I would attribute it to me.”

Rissa pins you with a no-nonsense look. “Leviathan was one of the ones I worried about the most in terms of getting him to open up. You calmed him down and kept him on track. This whole program was your brainchild. And, forgive my frankness, but it’s about damn time.

“MC, I’ve seen enough at events and in public to know just how much they rely on you. Today’s session only underscores that. Just being here would do a lot. I’m not saying you have to be at every meeting, but if they ask…”

Your face twists a bit under the heavy responsibility this throws on you. She’s not wrong. The past few months have been an exercise in guerrilla counseling and peacekeeping. Still, the idea sits wrong on your tongue.

“What about doctor-patient confidentiality?” you ask. “Or private things they don’t want me there for?”

“There will always be the option for them to ask you to step outside,” she assures you. “And you’re the last person that would betray their confidence, I think.” 

Again, she isn’t incorrect.

Rissa jots something else down on the notepad before ripping off the page and handing it to you. 

“The last one is a spell you can cast at the start of each meeting. It works similarly to the runes on the door but needs to be applied each time. Nothing said in the hour that follows will be discussed without the focus of the spell’s consent. I have the runes because it’s a tasking spell to cast for me, but your power levels shouldn’t be affected like mine are.”

She lays a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Think about it. That’s all I’m asking.” 

You agree despite your reservations before bidding the demoness goodbye and joining a quiet Levi. 

The first session of therapy is always difficult. Much of the “getting to know you” stage involves disclosing painful events or topics without much in the way of treatment. Like treating an infection, sometimes you have to open the wound again to drain the sickness out. 

Levi lets you hold his hand on the walk back home. You choose the elven mage when he boots up Ascendance. 

Lucifer doesn’t appear for dinner. You’ve stopped expecting him to.

tagging some people that reblogged the first chapter: @inb4belphienaps @velaris-citizen-in-devildom @ice-icebaby @omsimping @pandapantslovesyou @alexeizzo @stormberrie @bunnaccino @abberant-butler​

it won't let me tag everyone idk why but i've never done a long fic on here before nor a taglist. if you want to be added to the taglist, shoot me an ask and i'll figure it out. (and if you want to be removed don't feel bad just let me know)

i should have this cross-posted on my ao3 soon, but this will be the best place to get new updates as i honestly forget ao3 exists sometimes.

final note: if you caught the magnus archives reference, i love you endlessly.

[writertitan]

Sunsets

pairing: levi x f!reader (she/her pronouns used)

word count: 3.3k

themes: a little angsty at first but trust the process, fluffy ending, canonverse, levi is nervous

requested by anon

The first time you felt something was amiss was when you caught Levi scrambling to hide something in his desk drawer as you walked into his office. 

“What’s that?” you asked, more out of slight curiosity than anything else, as you closed the door behind you. 

“Nothing,” Levi responded curtly, and that was the end of it. 

For a moment, you wondered about pressing it, mostly just to tease, but it was forgotten the moment Levi got up and walked towards you to hand you a cup of tea. 

You stole a quick peck from him in the process, his sneaky little moment now completely wiped from your head, and you launched into a summary of your day with your squad. 

Levi listened as attentively as he always did. As you spoke, the two of you ended up leaving his office to take a stroll outside, sipping your teas as you chatted. 

It was no surprise that you ended up where you always did outside. A private spot - the one you’d dubbed your spot with Levi - in a quiet part of base, aware from prying eyes and the constant noise and running around. 

You looked towards the sunset that bled across the wall and sighed in content, clutching your teacup close to your chest as you took in the sight. You could feel Levi’s eyes on you but you didn’t turn to him right away, choosing to admire the warm colors before the sky turned inky. Still, that didn’t stop you from being cheeky. 

“What are you staring at?” you asked with a small smile tugging at your lips. Finally, your gaze flickered to Levi, catching his silvery eyes. 

He grunted a noncommittal response and looked towards the sunset as well, but you saw the faint pink dusting his ears. It made you smile wider, and you hid it behind your teacup before taking one last sip of tea. 

“We should go back inside soon, it’s getting chilly,” you said, and Levi nodded once, his eyes on you yet again when he noticed that you were getting closer to him instead of heading back inside. 

The evening was settling into a cool spring night, and you couldn’t help your desire to snuggle closer into Levi. There was no one around - you could hear the ruckus of dinnertime in the mess hall - which made it the perfect opportunity to find comfort in his sturdy, warm chest. 

Over the years, you’d noticed that your more unexpected advances, like this one, made Levi tense up less and less. The very first time you’d gotten cuddly with him, even in the privacy of his room, he’d frozen up and couldn’t respond. An entirely different Levi from this current one, who easily looped an arm around your middle and nuzzled his nose into your hairline when you rested your head against his shoulder.

“Let’s go back in now,” he murmured against your forehead, and you hummed in both agreement and disagreement. 

It was nice to be like this with him. It felt normal, weightless. You wanted to soak up in this moment forever. 

When Levi pulled away, you whined a little and leaned towards him again, seeking his warmth, but you stopped when Levi set his cup down gently on the grass to shrug out of his jacket and drape it over your shoulders. His warmth and his scent enveloped your senses and you smiled shyly at him, using your free hand to tug his jacket closer around you. 

He took your cup from you and then grabbed his cup from the grass, allowing you a few moments to snuggle up in his jacket and stick your arms through the sleeves. The two of you were settled in a comfortable silence as you walked back inside, straight towards your shared room. 

On the way back you passed by Levi’s office, door still ajar, and Levi asked you to stop so he could finish up a few things and lock it up for the night. 

“Mind taking these back to the kitchen?” he asked you as he gently handed you the empty teacups. 

“Don’t mind at all, I’ll just meet you in our room,” you said, turning back around to leave. 

You turned to look at him over your shoulder before closing the door behind you, and stopped when you saw him briefly peek into the same drawer he’d been so sneaky about earlier, the memory popping back up in your brain. 

Whatever he was hiding, he didn’t take it out, and you didn’t wait around to see if he would. It was probably nothing. 

By the time you got to your shared room, Levi was already there, and the memory was almost to the back of your mind again, to be completely forgotten the moment his lips touched yours. It wasn’t until you were drifting off to sleep, Levi’s hand stroking along your spine, that your mind conjured it up again in a dream. 

----

The second time you felt something was up was when Hange and Levi shut up the moment you stepped into the room. 

Hushed whispers cut off short the moment you walked in, and it was a little irritating. Whatever urgent matter you’d needed Levi for was wiped from your head for the moment, replaced with unease. 

“What?” you pressed, eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Am I interrupting something?” 

“No,” Levi said, a little too quickly for your liking, and you gave him a frown. 

“Then what were you talking about?” 

“Can’t tell you yet,” Hange piped up, which in turn made Levi glare at them. 

You pressed your lips together, trying to decide if it was worth asking for more information, but before you could make up your mind, Hange jumped up from their chair and gave you a bright smile, glasses flashing in the afternoon light streaming through the window of their lab. 

“Well, I’m off! Got lots of things to tend to this afternoon. See you for supper?” They didn’t want for an answer as they hurried past you, leaving you alone with a very on edge Levi. 

You hadn’t seen him this tensed up since you’d first gotten together. It was startling. 

It was scary. 

“Levi…,” you began, but couldn’t find the words. Finally, you decided on, “Is everything okay?” 

He softened at your question, which had come out quiet and clearly laced with worry, and in no time he was in front of you and smoothing some hair from your face. 

“Stop worrying so much,” he answered; his eyes were sincere and calming, and your heartbeat slowly went back to normal when he let you lean into his touch. 

You didn’t dawdle too much and eventually you pulled away from him, giving him a stern look when you remembered what you’d come to find him for. 

“One of the cadets tracked in...horse shit. And he doesn’t know how to clean it up. Honestly, he’s just spreading it around even more. We need you,” you explained, just about gagging even at the very recent memory of the poor boy trying his best to clean before his captain could find out. 

Levi’s eyes had widened the moment you’d mentioned anything about horse dung being anywhere other than in the stables, and then darkened as he processed the situation at hand. 

“This batch has got to be the worst we’ve ever had,” he muttered, referring to your newest recruits. “I think I’m gonna be fucking sick. Let’s go.” 

It wasn’t until you both heard Hange’s bloodcurdling scream that you sprung into action. Because for Hange of all people to get worked up about a mess, it had to be bad. And Levi knew that better than anyone. 

He had never left you behind as fast as he did right then. 

---

Though the sneakiness persisted over the next couple of weeks, what you couldn’t let go of was the way Levi was slowly tensing up again. 

What had you done? Had you done something that had set him off and made him uncomfortable?

Every time you tried to broach the subject with him, Levi was quick to change the subject. Then, for a while, he’d be sort of back to normal with you. He’d sneak a few affectionate touches in private, he’d take an evening stroll outside only for you to end up at your favorite spot, and then you’d feel your worries slip away. 

Only for those same worries to come crashing back when he’d tense up again. 

The final straw was after training, when you’d walked into his office to give him some paperwork, and had caught him pacing back and forth. He looked stressed out and it made your heart hurt for him. 

Apparently, he was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn’t hear you come in. As he turned his head towards the window, back to you, you walked over to place a hand on his shoulder, ready to comfort him. 

The way he cringed away made you stumble back as if you’d been slapped. The pain of rejection spread from your heart to your entire body as Levi whipped around to face you, grey eyes filled with surprise when he saw it was you. 

And then you just couldn’t help it. The tears that filled your eyes couldn’t be stopped, and Levi looked horrified at the sight. 

“I’m sorry-” he started, but you interrupted him with a whispered, “Stop.” 

It was then that the most horrible thought came to you, a thought that suddenly made the most sense. 

“Do you not want to be with me anymore?” you asked him, voice cracking at the end. 

The sneakiness, the tension he radiated, it all pointed to one thing: He was done with you. That had to be it. Just the idea of it made your heart simultaneously sink and beat hard in denial. Your body was just as tense as Levi’s. 

Somehow, somewhere along the way, maybe Levi had decided that a relationship really was too hard. Maybe you’d forced him to be too open. Maybe he was uncomfortable with you. It had taken a long time for him to come out of his shell and truly open up to you, but maybe he regretted it. 

Levi, for the first time ever since you’d known him, looked dumbfounded. 

“What are you talking about?” he asked, but your heart sank at that. 

Answering a question with another question. A telltale sign that he was avoiding the answer. 

“All of your sneaking around, Levi! You’ve been acting so different lately and I guess I get it now,” you said, voice still wobbly as the tears threatened to fall. 

Realization dawned on Levi’s face then, but you didn’t wait around for whatever he was about to say. You’d thought that maybe Levi had just needed some space before. Now it was you who needed space. If he was going to call things off, you needed a bit more time to prepare yourself. 

You left despite Levi calling out for you, tears finally trickling down your cheeks as you desperately tried to hurry off and find somewhere to calm down. 

You pushed yourself into the first supply closet you could find and locked it after you, settling down in the darkness as you wiped at your continuously falling tears. 

Maybe you were jumping to conclusions, but something was just different about Levi lately. And to have him tense up like that, when he hadn’t done so in such a long time...it hurt more than anything else. Even the thought of him not being in your life sent shots of panic through you. 

But you couldn’t face him just yet. You’d have to sort it out soon with him, whether you were right or not, but the fear and insecurity ate away at you in that supply closet. 

One thing stood out though, as your tears subsided. 

Levi would never intentionally hurt you. He wanted you to be safe, to feel safe, like you made him feel safe. 

And, the most important thing you had to remember, was that you loved him. And you weren’t willing to throw it all away without doing all you could to repair whatever needed fixing. 

You had to be brave. You owed it to Levi to be brave, even if you were about to hear something you didn’t want to hear. 

So, after a deep breath, you dusted yourself off and slowly left the closet, quiet and a little anxious as you headed back to his office. 

Your footsteps were the only sound as you made your way down the hall. Nobody was around and, as you got closer to Levi’s office, you couldn’t hear him inside. 

Peeking your head in, your suspicions were confirmed when you were met with an empty space. You quietly shut the door behind you and looked around, as if Levi would randomly appear. 

The silence was uncomfortable. Though much of your time spent alone with Levi was in silence, it was comfortable and perfect, and made you feel as if you could continue on that way forever. But just you here in his office with Levi nowhere in sight, with only silence to accompany you, made you feel cold. 

You sat at his desk and sighed, rubbing at your face for a moment before leaning back in his chair and contemplating what to do next. Should you just wait for him here? 

But when your eyes flickered to the desk drawer that had started the first bouts of unease in you, your mind blanked. 

It was unlike you to invade Levi’s privacy. And truly, whatever he’d pushed into that drawer must have been taken out by now, right? 

But you were acting so unlike you today. 

Part of you felt bad to be opening up the drawer to peek inside, but the other part of you just needed to know, and needed to find answers. 

There were a few documents in there that looked standard, but the folded up piece of parchment at the back caught your attention immediately. 

You carefully pulled it out and shut the drawer, heart thumping as you unfolded it to look at the contents. 

Ring? 

At morning? At night?   at sunset, our spot

Write a speech

Memorize the speech? 

Or maybe just ask her Too aggressive. Say something romantic first asshole

Ask Hange for help on what to say even if it makes you want to die 

Be confident

Would she even want to marry you? 

Be confident

Where at first your heart had been pounding, it had suddenly skipped a few beats when you realized what you were reading. 

Levi’s normally neat and beautiful handwriting was more erratic here, with ink blotting through and so many things scratched out.

But even so, your eyes fell back to the word you couldn’t believe you were reading. 

Marry.

He wanted to marry you? 

And he was actually questioning if you’d want to marry him? 

All of your previous worries suddenly seemed so stupid. You felt so stupid. You’d jumped to conclusions, and your conclusion had been the complete opposite of what was going on. 

And now you had to find Levi. 

---

The best part about being with Levi for so long was gradually figuring out his thought process. And you knew, judging from how you’d taken off earlier, that Levi would try to think like you and run off to find you in the places where you’d most likely go to calm down and seek comfort. 

Definitely not a supply closet. 

Your feet guided you outside and you felt like you were on autopilot as you strolled the grounds, slowly making your way to yours and Levi’s spot. 

When the sight of him came into view, him sitting on the ground and leaning against the wall of the building, your heart fluttered and you breathed out in relief. 

He whipped his head in your direction once your footsteps could be heard coming towards him, and the conflicted expression on his face melted away at the sight of you. But at the sight of his little secret clutched in one of your hands, his eyes widened and a faint blush spread over his face. He got up quickly, hesitating for a moment before stepping towards you. 

“I’m sorry for going through your things-” you started, but were cut off by Levi pulling you into a tight embrace. 

“I do want to be with you,” he whispered in your ear, pulling away after a moment to look at your face with the most gentle gaze. He briefly nodded toward the parchment in your hand, looking even a little shy as he met your eyes again. “I want to be with you for as long as I’m allowed to be. But I was so busy being nervous about asking you that I didn’t realize I was acting like an asshole. I’m sorry. You deserve bett-” 

Your lips were on his before he could finish. 

Levi had the annoying habit of thinking you were too good for him. But now, it looked like you could spend the rest of your life proving to him that he was exactly what you deserved. 

When you pulled away, you beamed at him, tears sprouting in your eyes again. This time, of pure happiness. 

You turned to look at the slowly disappearing sunset and laughed a little; it was just how Levi had tried to plan it. 

Still, he looked flustered as he pulled you closer. 

“This wasn’t exactly how I wanted it to go, I don’t even have a ring yet,” he whispered, but you shook your head and cupped his face, pressing your forehead to his. 

You just wanted to hear the words. 

“This is perfect,” you assured him, and it really was. He could have asked you at any moment, ever, and you would have thought it was perfect. “Just ask me. I just want you to ask me.” 

Levi cleared his throat awkwardly, which made you giggle, but it died down when his thumb danced over your jaw sweetly, and you felt his words ghost over your lips when he finally spoke. 

“Will you marry me?” 

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Hello! Could I request nsfw yandere headcanon/pet play kink for “Please just stop! I’ll do whatever you want me to. Anything but this.” and “I’ll fuck you over and over until you spread your legs when you see me.” with Grand Duke Leuvis?

Leuvis/F!Darling: "I'll fuck you over and over until you spread your legs when you see me."

TW: noncon, pet play, tentacles/monsterfucking

____ had already been wary of Leuvis's strange tone when he'd finished bathing her--something she already hated, being stripped and fondled while he washed her. She wasn't a demon, but she was still an adult capable of something so simple. When he'd dried her off and she'd reached for her clothes, Leuvis shook his finger and smiled at her through his mask. "Ah ah," he chided. "I have something else to put on you."

____ clutched the towel wrapped around her and tried in vain to find any sign of emotion behind his mask. What was he planning? She knew better than to refuse or try to get him to change his mind outright, so for now she had to play along and hope she could win his favor later on. "I see...what did you have in mind, my Lord?"

Leuvis rested one bony hand on her shoulder and took what looked like a length of ribbon out of his coat pocket. When he dangled it in front of her, she realized that it was a leash with a silk collar attached to the end. There was a small golden medallion as well on the collar, engraved with Leuvis's crest. When ____'s eyes widened, Leuvis let out a low chuckle. "You look surprised. Don't you think it suits you?" He brushed her cheek with his finger and held the collar up to clasp around her neck before she could react. "A lovely collar for an even lovelier pet."

____ felt the cold metal and soft silk against her skin, and a shiver ran up her spine as Leuvis leered down at her. He'd never had her wear anything like this before. The line of the leash leading from his hand to her throat left a sick, uneasy feeling in her chest. She WASN'T his pet. She wasn't some stupid animal, lower than him and meant to be owned. Even if she was a captive, she still had her dignity, dammit. "It...it's very luxurious," ____ said carefully. She smiled shyly at him. "What nightgown should I wear with it?"

Leuvis moved his free hand and wrapped it around ____'s waist. "You don't have to worry about that," he replied. "Tonight, you won't wear anything. I want to see how adorable you look with just this and nothing else."

____ froze and stared up at him. She had gotten used to being stripped and bathed by him, but she'd never been naked around him aside from that. She couldn't. She couldn't be so exposed like that, with just a collar around her neck like a dog! Before she could open her mouth to object or come up with some excuse, Leuvis tore ____'s towel off of her body; the fluffy terry-cloth that had been keeping her warm and feeling secure fell to the ground, and goosebumps immediately raised on her body. She immediately moved to cover her breasts and cross her legs, but Leuvis tsk-ed and pulled the leash forward to make her stumble forward.

"Don't hide yourself from me," he said sternly. "I'm your master, and you are my pet." He felt her tense and heard her let out a small gasp as he thumbed over one of her pert nipples. "Do pets wear clothes, my dear?"

____ clenched her fists and felt her face heat up as Leuvis touched her. "O-Only if their master dresses them up," she replied tersely, looking away from him.

Leuvis moved his hand to play with her other breast. "And do good pets say 'no' to their master?"

____ bit the inside of her cheek and she remained silent. She couldn't just lie down and take this treatment. Even if she knew it could have painful consequences, she wasnt going to let Leuvis have his way completely. She pointedly kept her mouth shut and pressed her lips together, refusing to give him an answer. Leuvis cocked his head slightly and pressed the edge of one of his sharp fingers against her nipple. "Surely you know the answer, don't you dear?" His voice was dangerously soft.

____ felt tears welling up in her eyes from Leuvis's finger and from her struggle to stand her ground. She could defy him, but that satisfaction would be temporary. And she knew how sadistic Leuvis could be when he wanted to punish someone...was it even worth it to resist him? She glanced back up at Leuvis and tried her best to focus her gaze on the middle of his mask, too scared to meet his eyes directly. "I...I do," she said hesitantly. Her mind raced to try and find a way to avoid provoking his ire. "But I can't say it out loud." Another half-truth that left a lump in her throat.

Leuvis's grip tightened a bit around her and she winced. "And why is that?"

____ swallowed nervously. "Because," she replied quickly. "The answer...it-it's 'no.'" She tried to keep her lips from wobbling as she gave Leuvis a demure smile. "And a good pet never says 'no' to her master."

Leuvis stared silently at her for a few seconds, and her heart raced as she desperately hoped he wouldn't see through her lie. He finally let out a small laugh and pulled her by the leash into his arms, dwarfing her with his draped-over clothing and large frame. He picked her up and pressed his mask up against her cheek. "Very clever, my dear," he replied. "I'm lucky to have such an entertaining little pet." Behind his mask, ____ swore she could see his gaze darken. "Even when you try to misbehave."

He set her back down and gently tugged on the leash to goad her into following him. ____ tried her best to breathe and keep calm as he led her into his bedroom. "I suppose that part of the blame lies with me," Leuvis mused. "I've definitely been spoiling you. But you still need to be properly trained and taught your place--you're not a stray running around in the woods anymore."

____ crossed her arms and dug her fingernails into her bare skin. Surviving out in the wilderness had been difficult, to say the least: hunting and foraging for food, concealing her presence and memorizing all of the best hiding places for miles whenever she heard Demons coming by her camp, and spending countless nights staying awake out of fear of being discovered and eaten while she slept. Every day was a struggle to survive and stay sane. When she'd finally made a mistake by unknowingly scouting for a new camp near Leuvis's estate, she had been ready to die the moment he and a few of his hunting buddies had found her collecting water at the edge of Goldy Pond. The moment she'd heard their footsteps and saw three Demons closing in on her, every part of her body had just shut down all at once. Instead of trying to flee or fight, she had collapsed into a paralyzed heap onto the ground and could do nothing except stare up at her would-be killers with wide fearful eyes. Looking back on it, it had reminded her of whenever she would hunt rabbits in the woods and how some of them had just submitted to their fate as prey and looked up at her the same way as they waited to be eaten. Maybe that was why Leuvis had decided not to throw her into one of his hunting parties; there was no fun in hunting prey that had already given themselves up to you so easily.

____ snapped out of her thoughts after a sharp tug to her leash caused her to stumble and fall to the ground. "See? You're already proving my point," Leuvis scolded. "When I ask you a question, you answer me."

"I-I'm sorry," she said quickly. "I was distracted. I didn't mean to ignore you."

"Distracted?"

"I was thinking about when I was on my own," ____ explained. "When I was a...a stray. Before you gave me a better life." Again, not quite the full truth, but not a lie either. And this time he seemed to actually believe her; he slowly reached down to tilt her chin up to look at him, and she could see the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile behind his mask.

"I see." He brushed his thumb over her cheek and then her bottom lip. "Even if you weren't listening, it seems you answered my question anyway." His smile widened. "You are grateful for everything I've done for you." She looked up at him with that doe-eyed expression on her face that pleased him so much, and he lifted her up again to place her on his bed. Even for a Demon it was massive, and when he set ____ on the bedspread her legs dangled over the edge like a doll on a shelf. "And I want you to show me that you're grateful."

____ whimpered when she felt Leuvis push her down to lay her flat against the bed. He'd never done anything more than fondling her while giving her baths or absentmindedly touching her while she was in his lap as he read a book or enjoyed a glass of wine. When she saw him reach up to unbutton his coat and then remove his shirt, she backed away from him on the mattress and let out a fearful cry when he took her by the waist with one hand. "Stay still," Leuvis ordered. His fingers dug into her skin as he held her in place. "Stay."

____ choked back a sob and complied, going limp and sinking into the silk comforter underneath her. His grip loosened and he traced circles into her upper thigh before he finished undressing himself. "Good girl."

A nude Demon was something ____ had never thought she'd encounter before, and certainly not like this. Leuvis's body was similar to his face and hands in terms of proportion and color. His body seemed to have muscles made of thick white strings of sinew that resembled a human form, but only in the barest sense. His pelvis was similar to that of a skeleton's, with a strange appendage in the middle that almost seemed like a shell composed of two "plates" of hard muscle. Leuvis stroked the seam between the two plates with a few fingers and let out a soft sigh; a thick black braid of tendrils slowly made its way through the crack and eased its way out, and ____ felt an intense wave of panic as it gently writhed its way out and shone with a bit of slick fluid.

Leuvis took the appendage into one of his hands and ____'s back with the other. The tip wriggled between her thighs and she broke down crying, squeezing them together as tightly as possible to keep this...thing...from invading her. "Please, please, don't," ____ begged hysterically. "Please stop! I'll do anything you want me to, anything but this!"

Leuvis held each of her thighs with one hand and firmly held her in place as she squirmed underneath him. "I know you're scared, but that's only because this is your first time being played with," he insisted irritably. His voice strained a bit as her thighs tightly enveloped his cock. "I'm not going to hurt you, I'm training you." He increased the length of his tendrils just a bit and made the braid separate, and soon he felt the tip of one of the tentacles brush against her labia. Her breath hitched at the strange sensation, and soon another tentacle made its way to flick at a sensitive bud of flesh that made her face flush. Her nipples hardened from the stimulation below and a strange mixture of warmth and something entirely new began to build up inside of her.

Eventually ____'s crying subsided a bit and she sniffled as Leuvis gently spread her thighs apart to feel even more of her. Now that she was starting to realize how pleasurable this could be, it seemed she was becoming much more obedient. Leuvis slipped one of the tentacles not playing with her clitoris inside of her tight walls; the two of them moaned in unison and ____ automatically moved her legs a bit further apart to accommodate more of him. The shiny medallion from her collar jingled a bit as he rocked her hips back and forth, and Leuvis smiled. He took her leash and tugged it to turn her head towards him. "See? There's a good girl," he praised in a soothing voice. "You're already doing so well, and this is just the first night of our little 'training.'" He chuckled breathlessly and eased another tentacle inside of her; she let out a delicious little gasp and her eyes rolled back slightly as she finally started to move her hips a bit of her own accord. "I'll fuck you over and over until you spread your legs when you see me."