#im clawing at the walls i am going to tear the walls apart

[wormtiddies]

i am so normal im the most normal person to live i am a normal guy thinking normal thoughts

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Im so normal about this man I swear

vampire spawn!tav x astarion

rated: m (just to be safe tbh)

mostly this all inspired by dnd vampire spawn character sheets and vtm vampire stuff

It is rare but not unheard of for the hunger, the cost of eternity binding all vampires, turns some into feral beasts. Some become mindless-- Most become mindless thralls used like cannon fodder-- But some embrace it. When the hunger becomes too much, when you are near the brink of death, when threatened into a corner: the beast comes out. A roaring lion lurking in the shadows with claws out and teeth bared, he has to admit that part of you had unnerved him. Feral beasts are not so easily controlled, especially when he was not the one who turned you.

But he found a way to slip a collar on you.

When the beast becomes too much when you slaughtered the goblins in the Blighted Village. Climbing on walls, claws ripping into foul flesh, when fangs are used to only tear apart throats. You were in a dazy, the state of in-between sanity and hunger-driven insanity.

He brought you back, with that charming smile and sweet poisonous voice-- You fear he has you ensnared as your master has. He was-- is-- Handsome and you easily fell for the gentleman who showed interest in you. Small village, a person who wanted to fly out of the nest, and a fancy-dressed man who promised to show the world if you trusted him. You trusted him like you trust the vampire who smiles like an actor performing in the show of his life. Maybe, no, he is doing just that.

Back at camp, you praise the Gods no one saw you. You had bathed, skin still raw from the scrubbing and smell of citrus from the bath oil you crafted. The armor is a mess for the blood but that is not unusual. You pray the blood either dries and flakes off or is washed off by the rain at some point. Returning to camp in your campsite clothes with the white-haired rogue who plays it off as ‘friendly chat’ does not make you happy. The only friend of sorts is Shadowheart. Maybe because you respected her beliefs and she respected you in return, who knows, you just know you need to seek her out. A follower of Shar is comforting when she talks about the teachings of loss… To let go.

Darkness and loss go hand in hand.

There is a nudge in your mind, a soft nudge as you smile and brush off the worry in Wyll’s voice.

You know his touch in your mind, the way it brushes against you like the way the hands of a lover subtlety hint for the other to find them later.

Only he is not your lover and if you were mean-spirited, you would call him your blood donor.

Instead, you are grateful to him and you let him slip into your mind. A whisper, a hit of concern, and an excuse for you to make later.

Later comes too soon.

“I don’t know. It sometimes just happens.” He is not happy, he thinks you are trying to starve yourself because of guilt. “I was one moment walking and then…”

You show him, bare yourself for judgment. When you go back to kick your feet slowly in the river with the kindred beside you carefully sitting close but not too close to the river to get wet. When the memory shared ends with seeing him holding your face he sighs.

“I am no teacher,” Throwing his hands in the air, “Honestly, most would be rampaging and be killed by a hunter.” You frown upon hearing those words. When will you go too far? When will Wyll have to turn his blade to you? “There has to be--”

“I’m scared.”

Those red eyes fall to you, slightly wide open not expecting you to outright say something so vulnerable. The silence that follows is one from shock, Astarion lying on the ground staring up at the night sky with too many stars for his liking. His hand folded over his stomach.

“We will figure this out.” He needs you on his side, better to be in pairs than in a pack against him, or you because they will not just stop at you. “Trust me.” Being kind is odd and you laugh so softly the sound of the river nearly drowns it out. Turning your head in his direction next to you, a pat of your hand on his hand.

“Of course, as far as you want.”

[illumisimi]

Can you do a yandere Shalnark with slight nsfw? “Am I wrong? You want to be loved, don’t you?”

“you want to be loved, don't you?”

characters: yandere! shalnark

warnings: slight non-con, suggestive

notes: im so delighted to be writing for shalnark again, he's most definitely been moved up to my #1 spot for sure ♡

you had simply been caught with your guard down. never had you imagined falling into a spider web such as his; and, try as you may, there was no getting out of it

shalnark had taken a liking to you ever since you had crossed paths on a mission. naturally, you were on opposite sides of the conflict; that didn't stop him from purposely tripping you over to fall right at his feet

in that moment, you gave him an all but welcoming glare, brushing yourself up in a hurry as you were called by a voice from afar. but he only needed those few seconds, eyes locking momentarily, to be convinced that you were the one

it was your attitude, your mannerisms, your...being. everything about you just seemed to spark up something in his mind, and he simply couldn't get enough. watching you disappear into the distance made him realise that, unless he took some sort of action, he was most likely never to see you again

but, unfortunately for you, the two of you did indeed meet again. though, this time it played out a little differently. somehow he had managed to sneak into your apartment, pricked your arm with what you would later assume was some sort of sedative and whisked you away into the hazy city streets

you tried to fight your way out of his grasp. hours spent clawing at the walls of what could only be considered a jail cell. no windows, only a bed and a simple toilet to keep you company when he wasn't around

it was a nightmare. you had heard from others that, despite his cheerful appearance, shalnark was one of the most unnerving members of the troupe. you were now realising what they meant by that

he was good with his words. a little too good. excluding the first few days of captivity where he would be inclined to knock you out whenever you'd try to go up against him, he would always greet you with the kindest of smiles

a plate in his hand, or sometimes even a gift. it didn't matter what he visited you for, his sickly smile never faltered. it was as if he were mocking you

"I brought you your favourite dessert!"

shivers ran down your spine each time he insisted on feeding you. there was something definitely not quite right with him. however, endless days of the same treatment eventually took a toll on you

he happened to walk in on one of your worst days. hands holding your head, you were sat in the corner of the dark room, tears slipping through your fingers

months had passed since you had last had a normal, human interaction. you craved comfort, reassurance, sympathy.

shalnark wasn't stupid. he could see what was going on with you. he would purposely avoid embracing you and giving you any affectionate attention. it was a mechanism that worked all too well for him.

"y/n! are you alright?"

teary eyes shot up from your curled up position, turning your head to look straight up at him. his figure was almost a blur from the light that shone in from the door. if only you could just-

"ah, ah, ah! you know the rules around here, sweetheart"

your attempt at jumping past him proved to be futile. catching you in his arms, you were now being cradled against his body, your cheek resting by his arm as you looked towards the open door

your body went limp. what was the point? you could feel his grip on you tighten, lifting you up slightly to make you look at him. such blue eyes could never belong to someone so corrupt as himself, and yet they stared down at you in faux adoration

he brought one of his hands out to caress your face, soft skin brushing against your tired features. you closed your eyes unconsciously, trying to imagine that it was anybody but him in that moment, finally giving you the peace you craved

"you could've just asked that you needed some extra attention, you know?"

your back was gently pushed back against the wall, legs finally straightening so as to prevent yourself from falling. you didn't lean away from him, though, bringing your face closer to him and resting your forehead by his shoulder

you were so entranced in your imaginary bliss that you hadn't even realised his hands had moved. a smooth touch roamed from your chest down your stomach, brushing over the fabric of your thin cloths

it wasn't until his hand made it a little too close to your thighs that you jolted up, stiffening upon realising his intentions

"what are you-!"

the hand that, just seconds ago, had been cradling your face was quickly wrapped around your neck, pushing your head back against the concrete wall with a low thump

as you looked up at him, it was clear that something had shifted in him. his eyes no longer held the same gleam as a few moments ago

you questioned if he could simply kill you off in that moment

"you wanted attention, didn't you?"

blinking away from him, you furrowed your brows in annoyance. yes, you craved affection, but most definitely not from him

"get the hell away from me"

he could read you like a book. despite all the voiced inside your head telling you to find a way out of his grasp, there was something keeping you back

it was as if you had lost your senses

"you could escape, your chance is right there and you know it. but you're like a deer in headlights"

his voice was laced with an amused tone. he had leaned down, speaking so close to your ear that it would only take a turn of your head to strike him

you missed this contact. more than you would ever admit to

his hand continued his ministrations, sliding ever so close to where you had been deprived of any kind of attention

"you want to be loved, don't you?"

2022 © illumisimi

[sleepyhomosexual]

i cry i scream for help i claw at the walls i'm not good at asking for help nothing will help i'm stuck i'm trapped i'm doomed by the narrative i make people worry about me people don't worry about me i feel bad i'm stupid i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry im sorry i suck at talking i can't make friends i can't keep friends im a mess these meds aren't working strengthen the meds these meds aren't working strengthen the meds it's a never ending fucking cycle it's the same it's the same it's the same take my meds still sad take my meds still sad take my meds still sad what happened to my childhood am i still living in my childhood am i weird do i annoy you do you hate me am i loud am i loud am i too mentally ill am does my trauma disturb you do i disturb you do you like me do you like me please like me i'll go to the farthest lengths for you to like me i'm a people pleaser i'm a bad person i just want you to like me maybe if you like me i can learn from you what makes you liked so i can copy you i can mask and pretend i'm you i'll tear off your face i'll become you i'll becoming you you hate me for it you hate me but i'm you i'm you i look i'm the mirror and all i see is you i speak and all i hear is you i am nothing i amount to nothing im nothing without you you're nothing without me we are one we are different we are similar we are opposite we're sewn together we're ripped apart i am nothing i am nothing i am nothing we are nothing we are nothing we are nothing i wear your clothes i do the same things as you i talk like you i annoy you i annoy you i hate me i hate me i hate me am i even me or am i a reflection of you am i my own person or am i just trying to copy you because i want to be loved i am a fetched creature trying to belong i am nothing i am nothing i am nothing we are nothing we are nothing we are nothing i bleed i bruise i crack but is it real is it real what if i broke the mirror what if i broke it are we still the same if i die will you die are we the same are we different do you still like me love me love me love me please i'll do anything i want friends i don't want to be weird i don't want to be annoying i need friends i am nothing i am inhuman i am simply just a fragment of your imagination i am what you want me to be i am plain and you paint me you make me what you want i am not my own person but it's fine right people will like me if i'm not myself i try to be something else you still don't like me what did i do what did i do i am nothing i am creature i am the grass beneath your feet i am the stars in the sky i am the whole universe i am nothing i am nothing i am nothing i'm unreadable i am confusing i am nothing i am nothing i am nothing you can't understand me so i try i try i confuse i confuse i am bad i try to fix myself i can't be whole i am nothing i am nothing

[blissfali]

oh tm fuxkicng god im thinking about ctommy you dont give people chances you just dont give up on them vs. cwilbur this is my new beginning i need a second chance to start over bye byebye i c

[gallickingun]

Hi I saw that thirsts were open and ✨oh boy✨ I would let Tsukishima Kei degrade me to hell with no remorse ✌🏻

tw: degradation; “sir”; dacryphilia; after-care because i am weak and need to be told im pretty; also a little bit of praise but not necessarily praise kink lol;

ps, reminder that ~drabble~ requests are OPEN! this includes sfw/nsfw for bnha, haikyuu, dragon ball, avatar, or jujutsu kaisen!

Your chin wobbles and your eyes look like glass, your fragility projected in your sweet little irises. Tsukishima smirks, tugging his lower lip into his mouth by his canine tooth, “What are you crying for? I’m giving you exactly what you asked for.” 

The plush of your ass is red, throbbing with welts and begging for mercy. You grit your teeth and try to keep your muscles from flexing too much, the pain rippling through you with each small movement. You dig your head into the pillow so you don’t have to look over your shoulder at his condescending tawny gaze, almost like he is glowering down at you for having the audacity to take up the same space, even though you two have shared this apartment for nearly a year.

“I should give you something to cry about,” he licks his lips and digs the heel of his palm into the small crevice between your shoulder blades, shoving your chest down into the mattress. 

To accent his words, he grips your hip with the hand not preoccupied with pinning you to the sheets, blunt nails dug harshly into your skin until he’s left evidence of his presence behind. A sob rips from your lungs, but is muffled by the down of the pillow you stifle yourself with. Tsukishima huffs out a snicker and resumes his relentless pace, each slap of his hips against your ass reminding you of how harsh his hands were mere moments prior.

“K-Kei,” you garble his name, drool seeping from the curve of your lips as you whine, trying to move your hips to no avail, his iron grip on your waist unwavering. Another smack is slashed across your backside and you still your body, squinting out tears, soaking the pillow beneath you.

You feel the uncharacteristically soft plush of his lips press to your shoulder, and your body relaxes under the administration of the affections. It is but a quick reprieve before his harsh, calloused palms and biting words make their return. 

A cry parts your lips when Tsukishima’s middle finger presses against the small bundle of nerves at the apex of your hips, ruthless in his ministrations. You warn him through driveled words that you’re going to make a mess on him, that you’re going to unravel if he continues to touch you like this. You’re not sure if you’re speaking coherently, but it’s all the talk you can afford at a moment like this.

“Filthy little whore,” Tsukishima huffs against your throat, nipping at your ear each time his body ruts up into you. The quick, salacious drag of his cock against your innermost parts is a mixture of pleasure and painstaking ache. He snickers when you wriggle your hips, begging quietly for more than he’s giving you, “Such an eager little bitch. God, you’re so desperate. Aren’t you?”

Your hands scramble behind your back to try and seek out his wrist, his forearm, or his knee. Something, anything, to anchor you before you float away. A weak little, “please, Kei,” trembles from your lips and he sighs like you’re the biggest inconvenience known to man. Even still, a palm reaches forward and presses into the mattress, close enough that you can angle your wrist to wrap your delicate fingers around his pulse point, counting each thud of his veins to bring yourself back to earth.

“So needy,” his tone holds no malice this time, although you suspect he didn’t originally mean for it to come out so tenderly. Tsukishima clears his throat and pistons forward into you to try to get you to forget any benign slip of the tongue he might have made. A high-pitched whine makes your throat ache and he rolls his eyes, a motion you catch with the way your chin is tucked against your shoulder, “What, your fingers can’t make you feel like this? You can’t figure this out on your own? How pathetic.”

You know if you come now, he’ll punish you for it later, since he hasn’t given you permission to fall apart on his cock just yet. His moan is guttural to the point that it sounds like he’s growling when you clamp down on him, your walls begging for reprieve.

He does not grant you the solace you are so desperately searching for, instead peeling his touch from your clit to pinch at your nipple, the sharp lightning strike to your sensitive bud making you keen. Your head slams back into his collarbone and you whimper at the pain of bone on bone, but Tsukishima is as steady and resilient as they come. His voice is low and gravelly in your ear, patronizing to the perfect degree, “I swear to God if you come before I tell you to, you won’t know what pleasure is for weeks. Do you understand?”

Your body is worn out, overstimulation making your cunt flex and your thighs quiver under the strain of holding yourself up for so long. You gulp and sniffle and you cannot react or respond to him, your mouth unable to catch up to your mind.

“I expect an answer,” his tone is clipped and a fresh bout of tears well up in your eyes, but the way he speaks does little to quell the slick between your thighs. Each slap of his hand and his words only washes a new wave of arousal between the walls of your cunt, translucent white dripping down his cock and staining the bed until the sheets are damp.

“Y-Yes,” you manage, nodding so hard your whole body shakes.

The world ceases to spin but your mind cannot stop, so you’re stuck somewhere between upright and dizzy.

Tsukishima’s mouth is close to your ear, the bow of his lips dragging along your lobe, “I hope I misheard you, or did you really not address me properly? Are you looking for a punishment, brat?”

Before you can answer, Tsukishima’s palm strikes your ass several times, until you’re foaming at the mouth with an apology, “Yes sir, yes sir! I promise I-I understand, I-I’m sorry!” And you’re not sure how many times you beg for his mercy, for his forgiveness, but you do so until you’re unable to speak. Between the way his cock spears your cunt, tapping against your spine with each thrust, and the sweet yet poisonous words that fall from his maw, you can’t hold yourself back any longer. 

And so you beg. 

You beg and you beg and you beg for him to either stop his torturous actions or let you feel the ecstasy of release. Your hands claw at him until you leave trails of red on his pale skin, your tears soak the pillow until you cannot make out a dry spot of fabric, and your knees knock mercilessly into his hips to try and still his movements. What you cannot see through the bleariness of your tears and subservient haze is the glint in his irises, honey bleeding down his spine until he feels the sickeningly sweet taste of it in his gut. As if by some form of osmosis he can taste the thick of your cream as you drip down his balls, and he can’t stop himself when he sneers, “Making a mess on these sheets, sweetheart, what a filthy little thing you are.”

“Please,” your voice is so small, so fragile, and Tsukishima feels that familiar twinge in his gut when you fixate your pouting gaze on him. He grits his teeth and turns you so you’re on your back, ankle hooked by his shoulder, only this position does little to help you stave off the impending doom of your orgasm.

“Gonna listen to me, yeah?” his words are rushed and you know that means he is near the end of his patience and his resolve. Tsukishima grunts and his eyes screw shut, hips pausing so he is buried to the hilt, “When I tell you to come, you better come.”

Your teeth clang together with the ferocity in which you nod to tell him you’re listening, and that you will obey. Tsukishima’s cock pulses within your walls, and the reaction makes you cant your hips forward and your eyes roll back just enough that he feels feral at the sight.

“C’mon then,” Tsukishima near-growls in your ear, pressing his chest against yours as his body begs for the closeness this near to pleasure. His hips bruise your supple skin and your fingernails find the flesh of his shoulders to make your own mark, both of you branding the other in the heated moments of ecstasy. He nips your jaw and noses your cheek, voice dropping an octave and you feel the molten magma churn in your belly, “Make a mess on my cock.”

As if that final phrase, one of permission and wanton lust, sets your body free.

A sobbing whine sits pretty on your tongue, eyes screwed shut as you clutch him with whatever parts of yourself you can find within you to move closer. His torso leans back, eyes raking appreciatively over your shaking frame before settling on the conjunction of your body and his. Amber irises narrow as he watches his dick slide between your folds, dripping with your combined arousal, and his whole body shudders.

His name rakes from the back of your throat and it burns but you can’t focus on anything other than the gushing of your insides, aborted thrusts bringing your hips closer as you grip his biceps with unabashed intensity. Your cunt feels warm and you chock it up to your own orgasm, but then you feel Tsukishima’s cock softening slightly, the head of his pulling away from your cervix as he works himself through his own high.

“K-Kei,” your wobbling voice forces his eyelids to open, warm irises seeking out the sight of you.

“You did good,” his mouth finds yours and a soft kiss is volleyed between the two of you, “Proud of you.”

Your eyes are still blown wide, pupils swallowing the color of your irises. Tsukishima nudges his nose against your jaw and kisses faintly down your jugular until he reaches your collarbone, a teasing lick administered to the prickled skin. Your hands go slack against his shoulders, kneading at the muscled plane until you feel your soul settle.

“Did good,” you echo, swallowing the lump in your throat, “I listened!”

Tsukishima laughs, only this time it is genuine and free of it’s usual sarcastic lilt. He massages your thighs and kisses your ankle before resting your legs back against the mattress, still caged between your knees. He nods, reaching up with one hand to brush his knuckle against your cheek, “Yeah, you did. And what happens to pretty girls who listen?”

His kisses trail between your breasts and down over the bulge of your belly until his mouth is hovered over your core, your words and his overlapping as you watch him in awe, his pink tongue slipping from between his lips to accentuate the end of his sentence and yours. 

“They get rewarded.”

[corruptedconfessions]

I hope your nose pain will one day pass along with mine😔. Thots on doin a part two for that yandere neko hitoshi in heat, where he kidnaps his darling and finally breeds her? I don't know what I just read, but I like it👁️👁️

Link to Part 1

This ask has been sitting in my inbox for like a month? Whoops, im sorry anon. I hope it was worth the wait. It got away from me and took longer but also got longer than I planned.

Day 16! of monster fics a day

This one has references to Shinsou wanting to breed you, and actively fucking you with the intent to get you preggy but its gender neutral other than that! 

Warnings: dubcon, consent to questionable consent

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You had been enjoying the quiet stillness of the night, curled up on your couch, wrapped up in a blanket in front of the TV, flicking through channels mindlessly, more so enjoying the background noise than actually watching anything. Everything was quiet and peaceful, and you felt yourself almost slipping into a light doze.

At least until a loud thud shook your front door, like something had hit it, something large. You sat still for a moment, staring at your door in confusion, deciding if you wanted to get up and investigate or shrug it off and melt back into the sofa below you.

A soft knocking at your door made the decision for you.

Groaning softly in complaint you threw your blanket to the side as you stood, stumbling over to the door. You placed a hand on the doorknob before you paused, hesitating for a moment before deciding to peep through the peephole. You stood up on the tips of your toes to get a good look, gasping in shock at what you saw. There, leaning heavily against your door was Shinsou, barefoot and covered in scrapes, sweating heavily as he practically relied on the door to stay standing.

You immediately swung open the door, staring at the neko in fear and confusion, noting that his normally perfectly groomed fur was sticking out every which way as well. And his eyes…Normally they were big and round, reminding you of a cute little kitten, but now they were slitted, sharper, angrier as his gaze snapped to you.

“Shinsou?! What happened are you-”

You were cut off as the neko suddenly lunged at you, pushing you back into the room as he shut the door behind him with his foot, waiting until it clicked shut before he tackled you, sending you sprawling to the ground. Your eyes squeezed shut, waiting for your head to hit the ground, but he moved faster, a hand moving to cup the back of your head, absorbing the impact. You found yourself sprawled on your back, staring up at your friend as he towered above you, caging you against the floor as he stared down at you.

“S-Shinsou?”

You couldn’t stop the soft confused whimper that bubbled out of you as you stared up at him with wide confused eyes. What was going on with him? Normally he was so even tempered, never reacting to much or getting upset, he even would let you pet his ears and play with his hair, something you were told nekos almost never did.

“Are you hurt?”

Slowly as to not startle him you raised your hand, moving to cup his cheek tenderly. He immediately pushed into the touch, a low rumble coming from him as he turned to nuzzle your palm gently.

“Am…okay.”

His voice was deeper than normal, rough and ragged, more animalistic. It would almost scare you if it weren’t for the way he kept nuzzling your hand, dragging his rough tongue across your palm gently.

“Then what’s wrong?”

You brought your other hand up to cradle his face, watching with wide eyes as his breath hitched and he arched closer to your touch, shuttering hard as he nearly pushed against your hand hard enough that you couldn’t help but chuckle, sliding it into his hair, scratching his scalp lightly.

“Need to…need to fuck you~”

He rumbled low and deep in his throat, rolling his hips down against yours. You gasped softly in surprise, jumping when you felt his hard on, everything suddenly clicking into place.

“O-oh!”

You stared at him, everything making sense now, his sensitivity, the way he was panting and sweating like he had just ran a mile. The new little…friend that was currently being rubbed against your thigh shamelessly.

“I-I…Okay.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. In a second your clothes were ripped off of you, claws shredding through the fabric like paper as a low possessive growl bubbled from his throat. He leaned down claiming your lips in a kiss that was almost all teeth and blood as his clawed fingers slid down to rub harshly at your sex. You were gasping and whimpering against his lips, hands going up to grab at his chest, pushing him away lightly.

“Shinsou…Bedroom.”

The neko growled down at you, burying his face into your neck as he kept rubbing roughly at you, leaving you gasping and wincing at the harsh rub against dry skin. You reached up to pet his hair, stroking it lightly as he panted against your skin, clearly eager and desperate.

“We need lube, baby~ And my back hurts…I need the bed.”

He huffed low in his throat, scooping you up as your legs wrapped around his waist as his hands slid under your ass. You rolled your hips down against the bulge that was already straining hard against his jeans, pulling another ragged noise out of the neko. The claws on his toes clicked against the floor loudly as he rushed to your bedroom, throwing you down on the bed and immediately crawling ontop of you. You arched up, reaching to grab the lube from your bedside drawer as he fumbled with his jeans, managing to get them off without tearing them to shreds like he had done to yours.

“Calm down-!”

You yelped softly when he tackled you back down to the bed, pinning you down with his body as he snatched the lube from your hand, pouring it all over his fingers before pushing his claws against your twitching hole.

“S-shinsou wait- The claws-”

You gasped cutting off when he suddenly shoved two fingers into you, immediately pumping them in and out of you. You hissed softly at the burn but luckily his claws didn’t scratch you as you had feared. More lube was poured directly on you hole, causing you to squeal in shock as he added another finger quickly. You wanted to complain, to hiss up at him to slow down but when you looked up the look in his eyes was…feral. You supposed you were lucky that he was holding himself back long enough to prep you at all. Part of you was touched that he was so caring to stop and worry about hurting you even when he was straddling the line between control and being lost to his instincts.

Surprisingly despite his impatience when pushing his fingers into you, he took his time prepping you, stretching and rubbing at your walls until you were relaxed around him. You were whimpering and rocking down into his touches by the time he pulled his fingers out, pushing your legs up to your chest as he lined himself up.

“Shinsou…”

You panted his name softly, watching as purple eyes flicked up to you, narrowing in on your flushed desperate look before he was thrusting in. You threw your head back, fingers clawing at the sheets as he bottomed out in one thrust. Any restraint he seemed to have before was gone as he started thrusting, his claws dug into where he was holding onto your thighs, feeling like pin pricks across your skin as he growled openly, snapping his hips forward into you.

All you could do was cling to the sheets and take it, gasping and crying out up at him as he fucked you hard. It didn’t take him long before he was angling his thrusts, slitted eyes staring into you as he searched for that little sweet spot that would have you desperate for his cock. Within moments he found it. You moaned his name loudly, tightening up around him as he brushed against it, sending shocks of pleasure through you briefly. He pulled out, adjusting his hips before hitting the spot dead on this time.

Your loud moans and cries joined his possessive growls and grunts, harmonizing with the sound of his hips slapping against yours. Already you could feel the sweat forming across your skin as you twisted the sheets in your grasp, whimpering and gasping Shinsou’s name as you tried to roll your hips down into his thrusts. He leaned in closer, pushing your legs apart so he could latch onto one of your nipples, sharp teeth scraping across the sensitive bud as he kept fucking you, leaving you shaking with pleasure under him as he now pushed deeper into your guts. You let go of your sheets just to wrap your arms around him as he growled against your chest, nuzzling himself closer to your touch as he started thrusting faster.

You stayed like that, moaning and whimpering for him as your nipples were sucked until they were red and puffy, a cluster of claiming bites marking the skin of your chest and shoulders before you felt that familiar tightening in your core.

“S-shinsou-!”

You clawed at his back weakly, your nails leaving angry red lines down his skin as he snarled, apparently in a similar state as his hips stuttered. He pressed his face hard against your neck, panting and mumbling something against it.

“W-what-?”

You were cut off when he suddenly sunk his teeth into your skin, clamping down on your neck hard enough that blood flooded his mouth. The shock of pain sent you tumbling over the edge, crying out as you came hard, suddenly being thrown over the edge you had been slowly building towards. Only a few thrusts later you could feel him growling into where he was still latched onto your neck as he spilled inside of you, thrusting his hips to push his cum as deep inside of you as he could, something that made your face scrunch up uncomfortably. Should’ve made him wear a condom…

You groaned hissing softly when he finally let go of your neck, the spot already pulsing with pain as he started dragging his tongue across it, lapping up the blood that welled up from the wounds.

“Ew- Gross, Shinsou stop.”

You pushed at his face as he slowly lowered your thighs down, still trying to lean in to lick your neck even more, only to be foiled by your hands over his mouth.

“Why did you bite me?”

You hissed softly in pain, twisting around onto your stomach to reach over to your bedside table, reaching for the wet wipes you kept in the same drawer as the lube. You had just managed to brush your fingers against the handle of the drawer when a low deep growl interrupted you. You moved to turn your head, about to ask the neko what his problem was when clawed hands grabbed your hips roughly, dragging you back until your ass was pressed against a very hard bulge.

“Wha-”

“Not done yet…Need to breed you up full, stuff you full of my kits. My beautiful mate…”

He mumbled quietly against your neck as he pulled you back under him, his cock bumping against your loose hole before slowly sinking back in, leaving you gasping and straining against his tight hold. What was he- You whimpered softly, raw and sensitive as he started thrusting his hips again, rubbing a hand over your belly as he pressed kisses to the bite mark on the side of your neck.

“My pretty little mate…”

You shook whimpering as he started fucking you in earnest, balls slapping against your skin as he grunted and growled, hand pressing hard against your stomach as he fucked into you.

“Im going to stuff you so full, kitten~ You be so round and happy with my pups…You’ll be my pretty little mate won’t you? I won’t let anyone else touch you…”

You could barely hear his rambles into the back of your neck over the blood rushing in your ears. Everything felt numb, you felt like you couldn’t cum again, you were too sensitive, too fresh from your last orgasm and yet you found yourself climbing towards the edge again, shaking and whimpering up at Shinsou as you clenched down on him.

“W-wait! Shinsou!!”

You nearly sobbed as your orgasm crashed down on you, cumming hard around his cock, walls twitching and clenching down on him. He growled grunting in your ear as he fucked you through your orgasm, only lasting a few seconds with your walls milking his cock like you were made for it. He sunk his teeth into the back of your neck this time, the bite mark joining and matching the one on the side of your neck, though he let go quickly this time, mumbling desperately into your skin as he lapped at the injured flesh.

 “Good mate~ Take my cum, yes…good mate, good.”

You sobbed for real when he only paused for a second before he started thrusting again, still completely hard as he started fucking you once again, pushing your hips up so his cum wouldn’t slide out of you. Your sensitive hole twitched around him desperately, feeling raw and fucked out but that just seemed to encourage him further.

You had a very, very long week ahead of you.

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Groaning softly Shinsou squinted against the bright light peering in from your curtains. Rolling over his arm groped for you body instinctively before he froze, realizing where he was and what he was doing. Immediately he sat up, desperately searching the room for you until he saw a note on your bedside table.

Shinsou, I went out for a bit.

His stomach dropped. Desperately he tried to scan his memory for any clips of the past seven? Days. Fuck. He wasn’t even sure how long it had been. It was all a blur, he couldn’t remember anything concrete. Only…feelings. If he tried really hard he could vaguely recall sinking his teeth into your neck…tasting the metallic tang of your blood against his tongue.

He had claimed you. Marked you up as his mate…The thought both excited and terrified him. You were finally his…forever. But he hadn’t wanted to do it like this…had he scared you? What if you never wanted to see him again?

He couldn’t help the panic boiling inside of him as he pulled on his pants, nor as he cleaned up the mess of your room and put your sheets and blankets in the washer for you, or even when he was carefully locking your door with the spare key you hid on top of the frame. You had just gotten up and…left. He didn’t know if you were happy or angry with him. He didn’t know how badly he had hurt you during his heat, or if he had hurt you at all. He didn’t know anything!

Well, he knew one thing. He had fucked up big time.

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He barely managed to make it home, now painfully aware of the sharp rocks on the sidewalk digging into and cutting his feet, aware of how far he had run on foot to get to you, aware of just how rabid he would have had to be to be this desperate…

He immediately headed straight to his nest, collasping into it as he curled up into a little ball. Everything inside of him was screaming at him to go find his mate, make sure they were okay, protect his mate, just be with them. But he couldn’t bring himself to even pick up the phone to call you. What if you hated him now??? You were his everything! His world, his life, his air! His entire reason for existing! You couldn’t hate him!

He wasn’t sure what he would do if you did.

He cursed the lingering heat hormones pumping through him for the way tears burned in his dry eyes, the way his thoughts were racing too fast for him to keep up with. It was all about you you you. The way you smelled, the way you looked, the way you would be heavy with his pups one day…

You belonged to him. You were meant to be with him! You were his mate! There was no way you couldn’t want to stay with him, right? You would stay with him, shielded away from the world and its harsh realities, his happy little mate, content by his side with kits on your hip. There was no way you would possibly deny him, your mate…not when you were already his! You had stayed with him the whole heat, let him mark you, let him claim you! You couldn’t say no to him now!

He was sure you just left because you were scared…he had been a bad mate and hadn’t explained it all to you! But he was sure once he showed up you would understand! Surely you would find comfort in his presence just as he found comfort in yours!

He just needed an in…

His eyes trailed over to the cum stained hoodie still crumpled in the center of his nest. That could work…

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He nervously pet the folded hoodie held carefully in his arms for what must have been the hundredth time, the nerves building up inside of him again now that he was here, back at your door, with shoes this time.

Still, he couldn’t back down now, already he could feel the buzz under his skin. He knew you were inside, and it was agony to be apart from you for a second more, so he rang the doorbell, stepping back and waiting patiently for you.

When you opened the door you had nothing on but a pair of shorts and a baggy shirt. The collar sliding off your shoulder and showing the various mating bites he had left all over your skin, most of them bruised and healing but one, the first one, his mating bite was clearly scarring. The sight had his stomach warming as a possessive thrill shot through him.

“What do you want, Shinsou?”

He frowned, flinching back at your cold tone as he held up the hoodie he had stolen borrowed from you. Freshly washed and definitely not absolutely drenched in his scent.

“I brought back your hoodie.”

You stared at the hoodie for a second before glancing up back to his eyes. You must have seen something there in them, probably how pitiful and desperate he was after being separated from his mate for so long, but something in your eyes softened as you sighed, stepping aside.

“Come on.”

His ears perked up when you offered for him to come inside, tail wagging happily behind him as he entered your home. He couldn’t help the soft pleased purr that rumbled out of his throat as he was enveloped in your scent, the most perfect smell in the world~ The only thing that could make it better was if it was intertwined with his~

He handed you the jacket when you reached for it, watching you walk down the hallway to your bedroom with it draped over your arm. He practically glowed, chest warming when you lifted it to your nose and sniffed it.

“What laundry detergent do you use? This smells really good?”

“Just some no name brand.”

He kept his tone neutral as he shrugged, but he couldn’t help but watch your ass as you moved, purring as he licked his lips. Your scents would mix together soon enough~ After all he had no intention of leaving or letting you leave ever again~

[youreacowgirllikeme]

Time Will Tell: Part Three

note: this is for @peppermintschnappss , who requested a part three (read part ONE and TWO here) so here we go, enjoy :)

words: 3k

warnings: swearing, smut

“The jury finds the defendant not guilty of the accused charges.“

Hearing the verdict felt like the biggest weight had just dropped off your shoulders, you were so relieved that you could barely make out the judge dismissing the court over the sound of your pulse hammering in your ears.

You had just won your first case for your new employer, it had been the first client you had dealt with all on your own, a case of alleged tax fraud, and you had nailed it.

With a big smile on your face, you quickly congratulated your client and, after a short talk with the prosecutor, made your way out of the courtroom, a spring in your step.

Just before you reached the door, the sound of a familiar voice behind you made you stop in your tracks.

“You did it, champ.”

Turning around, you came face to face with your colleague, but more importantly, boyfriend, Chris.

You were surprised to see him, and immediately threw your hands around his neck to kiss him, not caring about the fact that you were technically still in the court room.

“Chris, what are you doing here? Did you watch the trial?” You asked after breaking the kiss.

“Of course I did. It was your first one for the firm, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Actually, I’m here to pick you up. We’re celebrating.”

+++

“You did this all by yourself?”

You took in the living room of Chris apartment with wide eyes. He had put up a beautiful dinner table, and there was a delicious smell coming from the kitchen.

“You’re such a sap.” You said, a bit choked up. „Thank you so much, baby. “

“Only for you, superstar.” Chris replied, leaning down to kiss you deeply. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your body to his. He was warm and solid, and when his hands wandered down to squeeze your ass, dinner wasn’t your top priority anymore.

"Do you think we can maybe re-heat the food later?” You gasped against Chris lips, pulling his shirt out of his trousers to run your hands over his abs.

“Fuck, yes.” he murmured, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the bedroom.

+++

“Oooh here she comes, trying for the outside jump.” Chris exclaimed, before bursting out laughing as you totally missed the hoop.

“Sweetheart, I‘m so sorry, but that was pathetic.”

You flipped him the bird, running to collect the ball and throwing it at Chris with all the force you could manage. He effortlessly caught it and shot it through the hoop like it was nothing.

“Show-off.” you murmured, sitting down on the bench on the side of the basketball court. You were done, Chris had tried to teach you his favorite game for hours now, but you didn’t manage to make any progress. You just weren’t cut out for ball sports.

“Don’t beat yourself up, baby. It took me forever when I first started playing.” Chris said, slumping down next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull your close.

“Stop it, im gross and sweaty.” You giggled, trying to push him away, but he just laughed and pressed a kiss to your head. His laugh was your favorite sound in the world, so you stopped wriggling and leaned against his shoulder.

“Who taught you to play like that anyway?” you asked, looking up and noticing a far away look on Chris‘ face.

“My dad did.” He said, his voice oddly quiet now. “It was our favorite activity when I was a teenager.” He paused for a moment, and you decided to wait and let him speak. “For a long time, it basically was our only one. You know, with him being governor and everything, he wasn’t around a lot, or had any free time.”

“I’m sorry, Chris.” you whispered.

“It’s alright.” He dismissed you, still sounding a bit strained. “My big brother stepped up for a lot of stuff, you know. Homework, making sure I didn’t get in trouble, he even helped me with my college applications and everything. He’s an ass most off the time, but I still love him, and I’m grateful for everything he has done for me.” He chuckled. “But he can’t play basketball for shit.”

“Sounds like he and I have something in common then.” You noted, trying not to sound awkward. The topic of Chris’ family was still foreign terrain, you hadn’t met them yet, and had decided to give Chris space and wait for him to bring it up himself. You were also slightly nervous, because there was no way Chris hadn’t told them about you, his college nemesis.

Deciding to change the topic and cheer your boyfriend up, you picked up the ball again.

“Do you still have enough energy for another round, Cuomo?” You asked smugly. “If you’d rather go home and take a nap, just say so, would be totally fine.”

Chris laughed, and snatched the ball right out of your hands with ease. You were happy to see him lighten up.

“Please, as if playing against you would require any energy.”

+++

The topic of Chris childhood didn’t come up for another few weeks, you had noticed that he avoided talking about it and were wise enough not to pressure him.

Everything was going fine until Chris lost a big case for a very high-end client. The man had clearly been guilty, and not even your boyfriend had been able to get him out, despite his talent as an attorney.

It was the talk off the whole firm the next day, Chris hadn’t lost a case in ages, and never such an important one. He had been on edge ever since the trial, but it was what happened in the morning meeting that made him snap.

The reason was Smith, another associate and Chris’ number one opponent for the spot of the next junior partner of the firm. You hated the guy, he was vile and clearly only in it for the money. He couldn’t keep his mouth shut, and started to attack Chris during the morning meeting.

“Great job you did yesterday, Cuomo.” he snarled, his voice sounding through the whole conference room. “I wonder how many clients your incompetence will cost us. People are already talking.”

You could feel Chris going rigid beside you and carefully put your hand on his back in an attempt to calm him.

“Don’t let him get to you.” You whispered “He wants to rile you up.”

When the man continued to speak, you could see Chris’ jaw going tense, which was never a good sign.

“Seriously, boss, Cuomo is a basket case, how is he still working for us after that fuck-up? Oh, wait, I know it, I’m sure daddy pulled some strings for his little boy.”

You couldn’t prevent what was happening next. Chris surged forward with a angry growl, already taking a swing at the guy.

“Shut your fucking mouth!” he hissed, backing Smith up against a wall. He was considerably larger, and the fearful expression on the guys face paired with Chris raised fist made chaos break loose as multiple people were trying to get him away from the smaller man.

“Gentlemen, stop this!” your boss thundered over the agitated voices of your fellow coworkers “Smith, see me right away. I won’t tolerate this kind of behavior. Cuomo, take a walk and then get to work. Come to my office after you’re done tonight.”

Chris gave Smith another deadly stare before storming out of the room. You shot your boss an anxious glance, but he just nodded, signalling you to go after Chris.

You hastily followed your boyfriend, only to see him disappear into his office at the end of the hallway. Carefully, you approached the closed door and entered without knocking.

Chris was slumped in his chair, face buried in his hands. Seeing him like this made you want to go back and punch Smith in his stupid face.

“Hey.” you whispered, gently reaching out to put your hand on Chris shoulder.

He raised his head, and the look of fury and sadness in his eyes almost broke your heart.

"Fuck, I should not have lost control like this back in there.” he said “But this guy has been testing me for so long now, always with the same bullshit.”

He got up from his chair and started pacing around the small room.

“You know how often I’ve heard this crap before, Y/N? That I’m just where I am because of my family name? That my father paved the way for everything I’ve ever succeeded in?”

You swallowed, a churning feeling in your stomach. You knew exactly what he was talking about, because for years you’ve been one of the main people saying just that. You wanted to speak, but Chris interrupted you.

“Those people out there, they know nothing about me. They don’t know how it was to have a father who was absent all the time, to be constantly teased in school. To be ripped out of the life you knew to move to fucking Albany, this stupid one horse town where everyone knew your name, and go to this school full of pricks who all made fun of me and bullied me because of my family. I never asked to be in the fucking spotlight.”

By now, Chris was almost screaming, and there was a kind of emotion in his voice you’ve never heard before, he sounded desperate and sad in a way that made tears well up in your eyes.

“Still, I worked my ass off in that stupid school, and I got into Yale. Only for people to say the exact same shit about me again, and this drags through my whole life, Y/N. I can never get rid of this, I avoided politics and tried to do my own thing here, but everything I’ll ever be to people is the son of the fucking governor, who in their eyes, never worked a day in his life.”

You were frozen to your spot, just watching Chris through a veil of tears. Guilt and dread were clawing in your stomach, it had never occurred to you that all the things you said in the past had not only been far from the thruth, but had also hurt Chris so profoundly. He had always seemed so cool and unfazed during your arguments.

“Chris.” You began. “You’re more to me. You’re a brilliant attorney, the boss has talked about how great you are at the job the second I arrived here and hasn’t stopped since. Smith is jealous because he knows he’ll never reach your level, not as a lawyer and much less as a person. You are kind, and the most intelligent and dedicated man I know. You’re everything I always thought you weren‘t, and that I am one of the people who hurt you this way makes me sick. I cant even begin to tell you how sorry I am for being so shallow.”

You were crying now, tears rolling down your face. Chris looked devastated, hurrying to you to pull you into a tight embrace.

“I’ve forgiven you a long time ago, baby. You’ve been my rock ever since we’ve met again, and that makes up for every silly row we had in college.” He pressed a kiss to your hair, and you sighted, nuzzling your face into his chest, your tears soaking into his dress shirt.

“You probably have to change this.” You whispered, tugging on a wet patch on the fabric.

“I have a spare one in here, don’t worry.” Chris replied, taking your face into his hands to kiss you deeply. “We’re not the people we used to be, Y/N. Don’t beat yourself up, and I’ll try to do the same, promise.”

+++

Soon afterwards, you had to leave to meet up with a client for your current case. You had been running around the whole day without a break, and without hearing anything from Chris.

It was almost eight by now, and you were starting to get worried. Pacing your living room, you were anxiously waiting for Chris to arrive. He had told you to not wait up at the firm but promised to come to your apartment as soon as his talk with the boss was over.

The sign of the bell made you spin around and run to your door, yanking it open. Chris was standing outside your apartment, and the big smile on his face erased your anxiety in a heartbeat.

“You’re looking at a freshly promoted junior partner, sweetheart.” He grinned, and whatever he wanted to say next was interrupted by you throwing yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck with a squeal.

“Oh my god, baby, congratulations.” You exclaimed, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Tell me everything!”

Chris followed you into your flat, discarding his suit jacket and letting himself fall onto your couch.

“I still haven’t fully realized what happened.” He began. “I was sure the boss would kick my ass for the way I behaved this morning, maybe even suspend me for a while. But he just told me off really quickly, and then he started talking about how that case I lost was impossible to win anyway, and how good my work has been for the past years. And then he offered me the junior partner position, just like that. I accepted of course.”

He smiled, and there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I can’t wait to rub that into Smiths stupid face. One of the paralegals told me he got a big ass whooping by the boss after the meeting this morning.”

"Serves him right, that little asshole.” You replied, before leaning over to kiss Chris again. “I’m so proud of you, you deserve this like no one else. Now that I think about it, how does champagne sound?”

“Wow, so were going to be fancy tonight?” Chris chuckled.

“If you becoming a junior partner doesn’t call for champagne, what does?” you responded, getting up to fetch the drinks from the kitchen.

You handed Chris a glass and clinked your own against his. “To you, Mr. Big Shot lawyer.”

The champagne sent a pleasant, fuzzy feeling through your stomach, and you let your eyes fall on your boyfriend, taking in how good he was looking in the warm light of the room.

“You know, I always had a thing for attorneys.” You murmured, setting down your glass to put your hands on Chris chest.

Chris laughed, and set his glass aside as well, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Is that so, huh? Well today is your lucky day then, I just got promoted and I’m in the mood to celebrate.”

His hot breath sent a shiver down your spine, and you tilted your head, exposing your neck to Chris, who instantly started kissing and sucking the smooth skin. You moaned softly and started to unbutton Chris shirt with shaking fingers.

“Bedroom?” he asked, and you nodded enthusiastically, taking his hand to pull him to the other room. Both of you quickly shed your clothes before you dropped to your knees in front of Chris, closing your lips around his already hard cock.

“Jesus, Y/N.” he murmured, stroking your hair as you fully took him into your mouth. “So perfect, baby.”

You wrapped you hand around the base of his length, stroking him while moving your head up and down. Suddenly, Chris hand grabbed your hair and softly pushed you away.

“If you keep it up like that, this will be over soon, and I’m not done with you, sweetheart. Get on the bed, baby.”

You quickly complied, laying down on the duvet and looking up at Chris expectantly.

He climbed on top of you and started stroking your inner thighs with his fingers, softly nudging your legs apart.

“I bet youre already wet for me, baby.” He murmured, voice smooth and dark as his fingers dipped between your legs. “I knew it.”

“Chris.” You whined at the feeling of his fingers brushing over your clit. “Fuck me, please.”

“Patience, baby.” Chris replied and continued to tease you, softly circling your bud with increasing pressure until you were sobbing, legs shaking as you fell apart under his touch.

While you were still riding out your climax, Chris slid between your legs and pushed into you. You cried out as he started to move, you were still so sensitive that you could feel yourself already approaching the next orgasm.

“Shit, baby, you’re tight, I’m not gonna last.” Chris grunted, his thrusts were already getting more erratic.

“Let go, baby.” You whispered, your voice breaking as you reached your peak again, pulling Chris with you this time.

+++

Afterwards, you laid next to each other, Chris arm loosely slung around you as you played with a lock of his hair. His blue eyes found yours, and you had to smile, your heart fluttering when he smiled back at you.

“It’s funny.” Chris suddenly said, “So many things happened today, but the only thing I care about right now is that you’re here with me.”

He propped himself up on his elbow to properly look at you.

“I would’ve never thought that this” he gestured between the two of you “could happen.”

“Not in a thousand years.” You agreed, laughing softly.

Chris face got serious, and he reached out to softly stroke your cheek.

“If you want, I’d like to introduce you to my family this weekend, Y/N. You know that I’m a private person and talking about emotions isn’t exactly my strong suit. But you make me really happy, and I want everyone to know.”

“I’d love to meet them.” You whispered, and the smile that took over Chris face made you forget your nervousness.

Everything would be fine.

[horrorstreet]

Soulmates Surprise

Request: BRAHMS ,,, i need ,., stinky wall boy thirst or ill combust please im begging you

Request sent in by: Anon

Summary: In a world where soulmates injuries appear on the others skin, you feel the pain of Brahms burn at a young age and live your life the best you can. When you get a nanny job at the Heelshire mansion, things take an unexpected turn and Brahms gets the biggest surprise of his life.

Brahms x reader

Warnings: Angst, burns, scars, blood, bullying.

Quick Note!: I had this sitting here for the longest time and didn’t feel great about it but I tried to make it better. So so so so so sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoy!

Almost everyone is born with a soulmate. Some are born without that special connection to someone their souls are tied to. While most would say that it was a curse to not find the person who would bring you happiness, some would call it a blessing. It happened not too long ago that people began to receive soulmates and no one knew where this strange change was coming from. Scientists still scramble for a reason for what caused the strange connection that tethers two people together and it has yet to be discovered, remaining a mystery to all. In this world, when one is connected with a soulmate, any injury that their partner receives will appear on their soulmate's body and the pain carries along with it and there is no finding to prove a way to prevent this. On the bright side, when one finds their soulmate, all of those injuries and the pain that comes along with it disappear. Almost as if time erases the marks it has made on that person leaving them spotless.

You were born in perfect health, a happy baby, and your parents thought you were just precious. All was well and your parents were convinced you would live a happy and safe life up until your 8th birthday. You had been enjoying our 8th birthday, happy to be growing up and getting presents and eating cake when it took a turn for the worst. Little did you know that it would be the last day of your “normal” life. It wasn't long after you turned 8 that something felt strange to you. You were playing in your room with all of your new gifts and toys when you suddenly felt suffocated. The air you inhaled felt  thick and you began to cough. You had dropped everything you were holding to the floor, bringing your hands up to your neck and started coughing harder and harder trying to breath in the perfectly clean air around you. You parents ran into your room hearing your struggle and tried patting you on the back, not aware of what was going on. Your coughing started to mix with horrifying screams as you felt a serious burning cover your neck. It was the worst pain you had experienced so far in your life and the day your parents feared had finally come. Your hands desperately clawed at your own face, peeling off the skin which was seemingly melting away around your right eye while your parents tried to stop you from doing any further damage but it was too far gone to save any skin now. 

After the first wave of pain hit you, your parents rushed you to the hospital as fast as they could, not caring for anything else going on around them. It was common for a hospital to be full, soulmate injuries happening all the time. It was actually the most common place to meet your other half but this was not your case at all and wouldn't be for a very long time. Doctors and nurses rushed you into the emergency room, alerting the workers of what had happened to you and successfully catching the attention of everyone around you including waiting patients. When others around you had seen your melted face, many vomited right then and there while others shied away from the sight, close to adding to the mess of puke already on the floor. The nurses' faces went pale as they looked over your injury and you began screaming again, feeling a horrible pressure press up against your burn. Your soulmate must be trying to fix their own burn on their own because the pressure felt a lot like a small hand pressed up against the side of your face, making the burning sensation even worse. The nurses' eyes dripped with tears from the sight of the terribly injured child before them but quickly collected themselves like they were taught to and knew that they had to get themselves under control for your sake and to make you feel better and heal as fast as you could. You cried out for your parents as you were taken away by a doctor and her nurses around her. “Everything is going to be ok.” They promised you. “It will all be better soon.” But the scar the incident left behind would only bring you more pain than you ever would have expected. 

Upon waking up, you were unable to see out of your right eye and began to panic. “Mommy! Daddy! … Mommy!!” You screamed out, thrashing around in your hospital bed. Nurses quickly rushed into the room and held you down to prevent you from messing with your face for a second time, worrying that they were too late. Another ran in and stopped when she saw the heartbreaking scene and slowly walked over to you. “My dear, you are going to have to calm down. You are hurting yourself.” She instructed, taking your small hand in hers. “Mommy?” You hiccuped, your face wet with tears. “No, darling. They will be back soon.” She told you, giving you a sad smile. You took a small shaky breath, tears still falling down your face and nodded to her, curling your small hand into a fist in her hold, slowly pulling away. “Why can’t I see?” You whimpered, reaching a hand up to touch whatever was keeping you from seeing. “No,no! Don’t touch it! You have a wrap over your face to help you get better ok? You won’t be able to see for awhile.” She explained. “Oh…” Was all you could think to say and laid back down with your face pointed at the ceiling. A few of the nurses left your hospital room while others stayed to check your vitals which did startle you. Who were these people and where were your parents? All you wanted was your parents. 

It wasn’t until the next day did your wish come true. Your parents rushed into your room to see you and your mother crumbled into your father's side in tears. You recognize your father standing in the door and reached out for him. “Hello, princess …” He smiled at you, taking your hand. “Daddy!” You giggled, wincing at the sharp pain that shot through the injured half of your face. “Yes, hello! How are you feeling?” He asked you, gently brushing your hair out of your face. Your mother cleaned the tears off of her face and smiled at you, taking your other hand. “I can’t see.” You told them, looking over at your mother. “What?” You mom asked, her face dropping. “My eye is covered. They said it was going to make me feel better!” You happily explained to her with the part of your smile that wasn't covered. “Oh… dear, you frightened me …” She sighed, a hand resting on her chest. “I'm sorry, mommy.” You apologized, squeezing her hand. “Oh! Dear, no! You are perfectly fine!” She chuckled, running her thumb over your hand. Your smile returned to your face after hearing your mother's words and you told them about all of the nice nurses that had been helping you while they were gone. They were pleased to hear about how well things went and made sure to thank all nurses and doctors that helped their daughter recover. You went home with the bandage still on your face which meant you would need your parents help getting around and taking care of the injury but you weren't complaining. 

Your parents loving looks towards you never changed unlike those around you. As you healed, you were able to remove your bandage from off of your eye and you were absolutely happy to be able to see everything from your right eye again. Your skin felt like it was tugging at the side of your face and everything felt so rough to you. The first time you looked into the mirror after the incident, you almost didn’t recognize the reflection staring back at you. Your hair was untouched and so was your eye but the skin on the right half of your face was red and scarred and you feared yourself for the longest time. Your parents explained to you that nothing had changed about you as a person, your face just healed the best it could and tried its best to return to its original look. They made you feel proud of your appearance and body but others did the opposite. 

“Ew! What happened to your face!” They would point and laugh and grimace and when you tried to tell them what your parents had told you, they completely broke you apart. Unfortunately for them, you weren’t one to take insults like that. You shot back 10 times harder and let your young voice be heard. It happened all the time but you had already accepted yourself and what had happened so any negative comments people would throw your way would do absolutely nothing to you and only made you feel more and more confident in yourself. “They don’t know what it’s like and that’s ok. I am beautiful.” You encourage yourself with your head held high. 

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“Good luck and we love you.” Your mother sniffled. “Please, don’t cry, mother! I will be back soon. I will visit as much as I can.” You told her, taking her hands. “I know, I know. But you’re just so far away.” She wiped her tears away, reminding you of that day in the hospital. “You stay out of trouble, now.” Your father smiled, bringing you into a hug. “I can’t promise anything.” You chuckled. Your father shook his head and let you go and you took a deep breath. “Bye mom … dad.” You waved, trying your hardest not to cry. “Goodbye, dear. We love you.” Your mom waved back, standing at her husband's side. “I love you guys more. Goodbye.” Your mom shook her head and continued to wave as the car you got in drove off down the road, the figure of your parents getting smaller and smaller. 

When you were too far to see them anymore, you moved out of the window and sat down. “Quite the goodbye.” The driver said, looking at you through the mirror. “The hardest.” You replied, looking down at your bag. It was silent for a while till the driver spoke up but not without hesitation. “I know this may be rude …. But I was wondering what is on your face?” He asked, glancing at you through the mirror every other second, most likely examining your mask. You were silent, thinking of how to answer his question this time around when he spoke up. “I'm sorry… I shouldn’t have asked …” He apologized, scratching his stubble covered chin. “No, no. It’s ok. Uhm, when I was younger, I got a pretty nasty burn. It bothered people a lot so I figured I would wear a mask. Makes it easier for me and them.” You told him, reaching under your mask to itch your scars which he noticed. “Is it uncomfortable?” He asked again, not bothering to look back at you again. “Yeah,” You sighed. “It gets on my nerves a lot.” You said to him, pulling your mask back into place. “You don’t have to wear it here. I'm not one to judge.” He smiled. “Are you sure?” You asked, reaching up to take the mask off. He nodded his head and looked back at the road to focus on driving and you thanked him. You smiled and removed the mask from your face, undoing the straps and putting it in your bag. 

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“Here we are. You sure you don’t want me to drive you all the way up there?” He asked, turning around to look at you, not flinching away at your scar covered face at all. “I'm alright. Thank you so much. You really do have a kind soul, sir.” You said while pulling your bags out of the car. “Well, thank you too. And hey, as much as people might get in your hair because of the way you look, you keep moving forward. You're a strong kid. I can tell.” You nodded at him and waved goodbye as he drove off back to the main road. You walked through the large open gates and up the gravel path to the large house that awaited you. 

“Uhm …” 

Knock 

Knock

You hit the door with your knuckles and waited for someone to open the door. You jumped out of your skin when you heard the door open, its old hinges screeching against each other. “Hello?” You called out, walking through the door. “My name is (y/n). I'm the nanny?” You raised a brow and set your things down on the couch by the door and looked around. You wandered around the house, peeking into every room to get a feel for the place when you stumbled across a neat, typed out sheet of rules that sat right next to a porcelain doll.  “Brahms?” You picked the doll up and held it out in front of you, really questioning if this is what you came all this way for. “Oh my god. What did I just get myself into.” You mumbled to yourself. “Ms (L/n) I presume?” A voice greeted from behind you. You gasped and carefully laid the doll down on its side to turn around. An older lady stood at the bedroom door with a smile on her face, waiting for your reply. “Mrs. Heelshire. I am so, so sorry. The door just opened … on its own? So I walked in but no one was there.” You explained to her in a flustered manner. “No worries, it must have been Brahms that opened the door. I'm surprised he did that.” She gestured to the doll. You gave out a few laughs before looking at her face and realizing she was serious. You cleared your throat and looked down at your feet and back up to her. “I am glad you have already had the chance to meet and hold Brahms. He really does seem to like you.” Mrs. Heelshire shrugged. “Oh, yes. He is a very lovely boy.” You nodded which made her smile. “I'm glad to hear that. Me and my husband are leaving tonight so I figured I would explain everything to you before we left.” Mrs. Heelshire said while walking over to the doll and picking it up off of its side to sit it back up. 

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“Goodbye.” You closed the door behind the two and let out a long breath. “Oh my god. Oh my god. What the hell.” You panicked, looking around the large house. You were about to enter the kitchen when you heard a door slam shut, making you yelp. “Hello! Who’s there!” You shouted out, grabbing a large knife to protect yourself with. Another door slammed shut behind you making you scream and run up to your room with the knife held tightly in your right hand. “Brahms! If this is you!” You shakily called out to the boy. “Play with me.” A young boy's voice called out to you. The adrenaline racing throughout your body made your heart pump and brought tears to your eyes. “Ok. I'm coming.” You took a deep breath and put the knife down, making the decision to play it safe in case there were to be an actual child running around the long halls of the large mansion. You walked into Brahms’s bedroom and slowly walked over to the doll sitting on the bed. You looked around to see if there was an actual child hiding somewhere nearby but when you found nothing, you quickly looked back over to the doll. “You wanna play?” You asked the doll, picking it up and resting it on your hip. “Well, that isn’t on the list, so.” You scolded him, picking the paper up off the covers and reading over it. 

You started with his lessons, sitting him by you while you struggled to play the piano. After about an hour of that, you picked Brahms up and carried him to a large chair that you pulled in front of your own seat. You picked up a poem book and began to read to him loud and clear for as long as needed and played his music. You walked around the house with Brahms to clean the place up, dusting, wiping things down, sweeping and mopping everything you could while swaying to the sound of the song playing in the background. When the music stopped, you left Brahms to put everything away. When you came back, Brahms was no longer sitting where he once was and you felt your heart pounding in your chest. “Brahms?” You yelled, quickly walking all throughout the house trying to find where he went off too. “I'm sorry. I forgot about the rule to never leave you alone.” You apologized to him once you found him looking out the glass doors that lead to a balcony on the top floor. You picked him up and looked outside at the green trees surrounding the place. It was warm enough that you wouldn’t want to layer up during the daytime so you figured it would be nice to take him to the balcony. 

Lifting the latch to the door, you pulled them open to let in the fresh outside air. “Nice, isn’t it.” You smiled walking forward to lean on the railing with Brahms still in your arms but you weren't expecting the railing underneath you to be so weak and crumble apart when you put your weight on it and you fell forward. The broken stone stabbed into your stomach as you fell down to the ground, trying to curl your body to keep Brahms safe but you were too late in catching yourself and began to fall off of the balcony. You let out a very loud scream as you fell off the platform, throwing Brahms behind you so he didn’t fall down with you. You had thought that you had met your end until you felt a large hand grip the back of your shirt and prevent you from falling all the way to the ground from the top floor. The person behind you grabbed your leg and pulled you back onto the balcony, hugging you close. You were about to scream out for the stranger to let you go but felt a warm feeling flow throughout your body. Your burns marks began to disappear and the scratches and stab wound closed up and the dark blood that stained your clothing was the only proof left that it had actually happened. 

Brahms felt the change as well and let you go so he could back away to reach his hand under his mask to feel his face. It felt smooth under his touch for once and he was startled. What have you done? Where were his scars? He snapped his head up to look at you and you quickly stood up to run off. You didn’t catch him speed off until he was already through the doors, the doll in his hand. “Wait! Hold on!” You called after him, quickly getting up and pulling your mask off of your face to let it fall to the ground. You had abandoned it with the broken stones that made up the railing of the balcony and left the doors open as well. You sprinted after him, catching his sleeve in the process and pulled as hard as you could. Brahms stumbled back and wrapped his hand around your neck, lifting you up before slamming you into the ground. Your head collided with the hardwood floor of the house leaving you dizzy and causing Brahms to feel the same. He loosened his grip on your throat and waited for the throbbing in the back of his head to stop before looking back at you. When he felt his airway closing up as he held his large hand down on your throat, it finally hit him. “Soulmate.” A deeper voice whispered. His hand lifted off of your neck allowing you to take a deep breath of air and pulled you back into his lap. 

The doll was discarded by a decorative chair by the both of you and his new free hand came over to wrap itself around your body. He held you as close as he could, his mask getting in the way of him pressing his face into your hair. He removed his mask without a second thought and nuzzled his face into your neck. He had never felt this type of calm before. It was new to him and it made his heart beat fast and his skin tingle. You tried moving away from the man holding you but his grip on you only got tighter. He found his other half and there was no way he was letting you go now. “You’re my soulmate.” You whispered, trying to comprehend everything that was happening. You closed your eyes and leaned back into Brahms chest and felt a feeling that you had never felt before. 

Love

You felt at home in his arms. You didn’t care if it was in the snow, in the heat, or in the dirt. Wherever he was, was where your home would be. He felt the need to be closer to you than possible and just held you there, enjoying the time he was sharing with you. “(Y/n)...” The low voice spoke just above a whisper. Hearing him speak made you want to cry a river of tears of joy. His voice was like a sweet melody in your ears, so soft and soothing and you could listen to it all day long. You could listen to it for the rest of your life.

[writtenfan]

❤ Riding on top of The Throne❤

Part 1: Supernatural Lucifer x FemReader 

((Warning: LEMON! Some sensual times shared~))

You tuck in your body and press your back against the throne, you wore on a pair of shorts and one of your favorite t-shirts along with a few accessories of your choice.

His hand flicks around your side, gesturing for you to make sure you stay behind it.

You hear the door open and the tapping of footsteps.

“My King”

“King Lucifer”

“My Lord”

He shifts his weight and you feel it through your back and you hear a tapping sound.

“My little subordinates…” 

They continue to talk and you focus on the brick wall just behind the throne, yet your nerves were making you jittery, either side of you had open spaces that if anyone had walked close enough they could see you.

“Blah blah blah, you’re all  boring me…I don’t care about the paperwork. I care about the results!” 

He slams his hand into his other and  he shifts his weight in the chair again.

You saw a small rat walking alongside the wall near you. You tucked in your feet more and held onto your knees as the rat, eerily looked up at you as if it knew you didn’t belong.

“My lord...there has been some rumors that, you...you might be mingling with an-”

“So what if I am? Hmm? What are you going to do huh!?” 

“Its not us my lord! But, the angels...and all those in between. If they find out who it is!”

“They will do nothing, they wont even have the chance to do anything….You know, I’m tired of hiding them like im some little boy hiding nudy magazines from his mother! I’m Lucifer. I dont have to hide anything from anyone!”

He plants both his feet on the floor behind you. But the rat continues to look at you, then suddenly it takes a single paw step towards you.

You press your back against the throne harder and kick towards it, you and it make sounds and the room becomes silent as the rat scurrys away.

“Honey~ our little hide and seek game is over” he wiggles his fingers in the air next to you and take a deep breath in and  slowly rise from behind his throne, when you turn around you catch the eyes of 3 demons, and more who were walking in from the main doorway.   

You casually walk around the throne, shaking lightly in fear as the many eyes before you slit themselves black. But as you gave them all a nervous grin, Lucifer pulled you onto his thrones armchair and  pulled your legs over his lap. With his arm around he tapped his fingers repeatedly along the top of thigh as he continued his staring game with the demons who all showed their human eyes once more.

“Meet my…not so guilty pleasure~”

You looked at his...little grin and he breaks away from the demons eyes and raises his eyebrows. 

Before sliding you onto his lap and giving you a very passionate kiss.

His lips were warm, but had a slight chill to them that made goosebumps rise all over your body.

You slide you hand in between the side of his stomach and his arm and he only makes the kiss even more publicly intimate by opening his mouth slightly and wrapping a rather dexterous tongue curl around yours.

Without the desire to stop yourself, taken by the passion you run your other hand through his hair and you feel his hand gesturing wildly towards the demons. 

You didn’t look as you were too involved in being mouth fucked by Lucifer as he bit your lips mid make-out but  he must of told them to get the fuck out because you heard the hurried footsteps of demons fleeing out of the room. The last demon shutting the door hard behind them.

With the door shutting Lucifer snaps his fingers and the candle lights dimmed as he moved you right on top of his lap, refusing to let your lips part from his. His beard tickling your face in the best way possible as you sat on top of him, legs on either side of his your knees pressing against the back of the throne sandwiching him between you. 

You felt his hands slide up your thighs and to you rear and he squeezes and claws in such a hungry way you felt yourself becoming even more beast like in the way you kissed him.

He smiled at this change of pace from you and started making this low guttural laughing growl as he broke from your lips watching you press yourself back onto him. He began to toy with how horny you were for him, by breaking apart loner and longer until he stopped kissing back altogether and you didn’t notice until you found yourself kissing the sides of his lips as he looked down at you with lax eyes.

You blushed once your eyes met his and he scrunched up his nose in a smile and slid his fingers into the back of your shorts pulling them higher on your hips, revealing the cheeks of your as the outline of your panties.

He cocked his head to the side and flicked his eyes up and down your face with that same smug smile.

“I love how much you want to satisfy me~” 

He says in the softest most appreciate tone as he slides his fingers into your panties and you feel  the tips of 4 fingers part and play with you.

He tilts his head down and looks at you with an intense lusty gaze.

“If you continue to worship me like this...I’ll continue to satisfy you in every way possible” he bites his lips. 

“W-worship you?” You says softly but your voice gets higher and ends loudly as a tingling sensations runs through his fingers against the most sensitive parts of you and you make a high pitched gasp as you clutched your legs, his fingers being clenched inside you. The tingling gets even more intense and it travels in slowly waves throughout your body. you begin to slip down into his chest, your hand holding his shoulders but you were loosing the ability to keep quite let alone, hold onto him.

You let out soft moans as he takes a deep breath, his chest pressing against yours. When he exhaled a few involuntary tears ran down your face in pure bliss as your eyes fluttered caught in a limbo of ecstasy.

“Fuck Luci, fuck. Fuck!”~ You find yourself moaning as you press your face into the crook of his neck and he rubs his stubbled cheek against yours. 

“Oh~ we’ll get to that…” he whispers as he gently slides his fingers from inside you, sliding his hands except the fingers that were coated in your...slickness. He held his two coated fingers as you weakly pushed yourself off his chest to look at him.

He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow with a smile and a little playful head shake

“Guess you were excited huh?…” 

Then he took his finger and opened his mouth, two sets of tongues slid in a snake-like fashion out of mouth and onto the fingers that were inside you.

You watched in creeped out but turned on awe as they slid back into his mouth and  he started smacking his lips and looking up at the ceiling as if judging a fine wine. “Muah! I could get addicted to that!”  He chuckled as he wiped his fingers against the throne arms.

You stared at him with disbelief and he placed his hands back on your thighs and patted them joyously. Smiling at you as if nothing just happened.

“So….~” 

“You gonna ride me on my throne or what?”

[iammultifandomaf]

Once a Leader, Always a Leader

FanFiction: Sweet Home

Chapter 2 - ESCAPE

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13825734/2/

She was fed up by the military. The only thing they did was boss her around. Just like he used to do.

Lee Eun-Yu immediately saddened at the thought of her brother.

I need to escape. I don't feel safe at all. I have no idea where Cha Hyun-Su is... where Eun-Hyeok is.

She knew that her chances to survive out there are low. She didn't know how to fight, let alone properly run because of her ankle. But she didn't want to survive alone. She wants to at least try.

Eun-Yu always encouraged others in a very mean way, especially Eun-Hyeok, to be active and not just sit around. However, she didn't feel that brave and despite her desire to leave, she didn't think that she'd be capable of leaving a military base. The bunch that was rescued from Green Home was kept together for some time now because they were cut off by monsters. So, they were basically stuck, hoping that the army would be able to fight them off or to get help from somewhere else.

One late evening, Eun-Yu was sitting on her bunkbed, watching Son Hye-In who was petting her dog nervously.

"What's with you?" Eun-Yu couldn't hold it for her anymore. Hye-In sent her an awful look and said angrily: "Don't you see him? He's all worked up. Something is wrong!"

"Nonsen-"

Eun-Yu was interrupted by a deafening sound of the alarm going off. It took only seconds before everything turned into chaos. Lee Joon-Woo suddenly appeared at their door with a horrified expresion on his face.

"The monsters got in! They are killing everyone, fuck. I saw one in the corridor! We gotta hide!" he hollared but the moment he finished his sentence, something grabbed him by his back and threw him on the other side of the hallway.

Hye-In's dog began to bark loudly at the threat.

"Shut him up! Jesus!" Eun-Yu snapped, "I am outta here!"

Eun-Yu rose to her feet and tried to sneak out of the room. "Wait for me!" Hye-In whispered loudly and followed the girl quickly, not wanting to be left behind.

Gun shots were echoing through the building as the two women crept throught the hallway, trying to be as silent as possible. They had to pass the now dead corpse of Lee Joon-Woo which made Hye-In give out a weak whimper.

Eun-Yu tried to look around the corner to see what's ahead but that was a grave mistake since a monster just looked that away and started charging into her direction.

Cold sweat was dripping down her forehead as she started backing away.

"What?! What's there?" Hye-In cried out as she saw Eun-Yu's frozen expression while she was walking backwards slowly.

I have no weapon. My leg won't work. I am dead.

Hye-In wanted to follow Eun-Yu in her retreat but was stopped by a sudden appearance of a large figure. It didn't look like a monster nor a human, though. Hye-In wanted to shriek out but the moment, Eun-Yu bumped into it with her back, she stayed silent.

Eun-Yu's heartbeat rose, not only because she noticed the thing's claws on her shoulder, but also because the monster from before had caught up and was now standing in front of them.

Now did Hye-In give a proper scream out of her lungs, trying to run away pass the new creature that appeared but before she was able to escape, a firm grasp on her arm pulled her next to Eun-Yu. They both were let go, though, as the newcomer walked around them and fiercly attacked the monster that had multiple arms and very capable, strong legs. Overall, the monster seemed more likely to win. The other creature didn't seem fazed by the monster's dangerous looks, though, and the only thing he did was to give out a horrendously monstrous roar that made Eun-Yu and Hye-Im cover their ears while Bom, the dog, hid behind Hye-In.

Then it just stopped and with it, everything else went quiet. Even the shooting. And the multiarmed monster was lying on the ground, almost as if it was kneeling while shaking heavily.

With that, the tall human looking creature bend over to grab the monsters neck and smashed it against the wall, creating a huge crack in it.

Eun-Yu wasn't sure what the creature had done to it, but the monster seem to shrink slowly and then just fell apart. Hye-In found Eun-Yu's hand and tightly squeezed it.

The creature in front of them didn't turn back, as if it was hesitating.

"Who the hell are you?!" Eun-Yu's attitude made its way onto the surface yet again which made Hye-In squeeze her hand even tigher and gave her a panicked look. Eun-Yu shook her off, though, and walked closer to the tall 'creature'.

"What? Why did you save us? What's your deal?!" she cried out again angrily but was taken aback by a familiar chuckle.

"I am sorry I lied," he said sadly, still not turning around. Eun-Yu's eyes burned from the tears cummulating at once. No way.

"You bastard!" she cried out and started pounding into his back which made Hye-In yell out in surprise and also fear and run to tear Eun-Yu away.

Now, he turned around, looking down at Eun-Yu with compassion, trying to touch her shoulder again but Eun-Yu shook him and Hye-In off.

"Don't you touch me! Neither or you. Fuck," she screamed at them and wiped away her tears from the cheeks.

Hye-In finally looked up and after watching his face for a bit, she understood, too: "Lee Eun-Hyeok?"

He only nodded, keeping his well-known calm face which was now decorated by silver cold irises.

"How are you like this? You don't look like-" Hye-In began but her dog's unstoppable barking interrupted her, so she picked him up and continued: "You don't look like them..."

"Yeah, I know. What about we talk some more after we're somewhere else?"

"Leave the army?" Hye-In wondered.

"You can stay, if you want. But I can protect you better as it seems. And I also want to find Cha Hyun-Su in the meantime."

Eun-Yu raised her head at Cha Hyun-Su's mention and swallowed her tears. "You want to find him?"

His eyes landed on his sister as he nodded: "Of course, he always helped us out. He has to feel lonely now. I don't want that for him."

"Uhuh. The children are here somewhere...," Eun-Yu said, "Yoon Ji-Su probably, too..."

"What about Seo Yi-Kyung?" Eun-Hyeok asked as he was looking around.

"She stayed outside. She didn't come with us here," Hye-In informed him, receiving a small nod from him.

"Alright, let's go when the monsters are still tamed," he said and started walking away from them. The two women hurried to catch up.

"How did you do it? Tame them?" Hye-In wondered.

"Hm, it's just a thing I can do. Don't ask me why."

They walked along the hallway when suddenly Eun-Hyeok stopped.

"What?" Eun-Yu asked angrily as she almost bumped into him again.

"I think they are here somewhere," Eun-Hyeok said quietly and looked right to the damaged cabinet standing on the floor.

"Su-Yeong? Yeong-Su? Are you in there?" he bend himself down and almost wanted to open the cabinet, however the sight of his own fingers stopped him and turned back to his sister.

"Could you? I don't want to frighten them," he said quietly and stepped back.

Eun-Yu gave him a long look, finally taking in everything that was different. Somehow not wearing his glasses made him seem even more emotionally distanced than before. And I thought it's the glasses. His features in the face didn't change that much, not at least in comparison to his body which was just generally bigger and then of course, the clawed hands were something of an eyecatcher.

And when talking about an eye, his silvery eyes kept staring at her patiently which made her nervous a bit.

The cabinet door opened itself, though, and a small head popped out.

"Eun-Yu?" Su-Yeong said in a weak voice, holding onto her younger brother whose eyes were swollen up.

Eun-Yu sat down on her haunches and smiled at the children. "We're here to take you somewhere safe, okay? You remember my brother, right?" she gestured to her left.

"What happened to Oppa?" Su-Yeong asked carefully.

"Nothing much, just a change of style, come on out."

The children slowly got out of the cabinet and looked around.

"Where is Ji-Su? She told us to hide and then run away," Yeong-Su asked.

"We should look for her," Eun-Hyeok said and looked down at the kids.

"Hey," he said and lowered himself to be at the same height level as them, "I know I look a bit weird now but you'll forgive me that, right?"

The siblings looked at each other and the older sister nodded.

"Great, thank you. And just for moving faster, would you mind if I carried you so we can find Ji-Su as soon as possible?"

Yeong-Su replied with stretching out his arms towards Eun-Hyeok which made him smile.

"I am sorry, I got myself these ugly fingers, I hope it's alright," he said, his voice cracking a bit as he lifted the children, one locked in each arm.

Eun-Yun watched her brother how he carefully held the children so he wouldn't harm them with his claws and quickly looked to the side, trying to hide her glassy eyes. He went through such a change alone.

They walked around for a while, encountering a few monsters that have crouched away when Eun-Hyeok walked passed them. Both and Eun-Yun and Hye-In watched the monsters' reactions in awe.

"If he only turned earlier," Hye-In commented, remembering the lives they have lost. Eun-Hyeok stopped and turned around and looked straight at Hye-In, visibly sighing. He understood, him losing his humanity could've saved many lives. But it's too late to fix it.

Hye-In interpreted his reaction negatively and rose her hand in defense: "I didn't mean to off-"

"No, you are right, it's fine," he interrupted her and nodded to the metalic door in front of them, "I think she's in there."

"How do you know?" his sister asked suspiciously.

"Well, with those pretty eyes came also upgraded ears and my nose picks up specific smells, too. And I smell puss."

"Ew," Eun-Yu furrowed her brows at Eun-Hyeok who gave her an innocent smile in return.

"Kids, you stay here," he said and lowered himself so he could put them down.

"What are you going to do?" Su-Yeong asked anxiously.

"I'll go get her," he answered and smiled at them. His sister was faster, though, and was already trying to open the door.

"It's locked," she said angrily.

"Eun-Yu," her brother said calmly, "you shouldn't be this rash. She's not alone in there, the soldiers are with her. If you opened the door, they could've had killed you."

"Why would they shoot me, I am not a monster!" she said but immediately regreted her words. He is a monster now, too.

"Yeah, I know. But they are afriad. They won't probably act reasonably," he said and laid his hand on the door.

"We are here in peace, we just want to take Ji-Su. Are you there, Ji-Su? It's me, Eun-Hyeok," he said loudly and turned his ear to the door, waiting for a response.

"Why aren't they answering?" Hye-In asked nervously. Eun-Hyeok turned to her and shrugged. "They all seem to be tense."

"Alright, I'm going in, so please, save yourself the bullets," Eun-Hyeok informed them and looked at his sister, "you all go away from the door. They'll definitely be shooting."

"No, don't go! They'll kill you!" Yeong-Su ran to his calf and hugged it.

"Don't worry, I'll make it. And I'll bring Ji-Su, too."

Eun-Yu started at her brother who gently pushed the boy away from him and then continued to the metalic door. He slid his hand on it up and down, as if trying out the material and in a swift movement of his hand, he made its way through it. The shooting, of course, began as soon as he dug his sharp claws through it and the bullet shower continued as he ripped the door out of the frame, using it now as a shield against the bullets.

Eun-Hyeok didn't bother to say anything. He knew what the fear could do and he also knew how he had to look like to them. He focused only on the smell now - the heavy smell of puss.

How could've they leave it like that? She has to have it infected for days.

He located her promptly and looked to his right. They were holding her, covering her mouth so she couldn't have yelled out when he first tried to talk to her. With a few unnaturally fast and strong jumps, he was standing in front of the two soldiers who have been holding her down, not minding the wound they were opening with it.

"I'll be taking her off of your hands now," Eun-Hyeok said as politely as he could but still was hit by multiple bullets in his back. He couldn't help himself but to let out an animalistic grunt that made everyone feel more uneasy.

"Ji-Su," he said softly as she watched him with teary eyes, "God, look guys, I really-" a headshot stopped him from talking. He fell forward onto his door-shield, swearing: "Fuck," as he spit out the bullet that came into his head from behind.

Ji-Su started jerking around with her body, making it harder for the soliders to hold her down.

"Okay, okay," Eun-Hyeok rose to his feet again and grabbed each soilder by their arm, throwing them aside as if they were teddy-bears. Quickly, he pushed his hands beneath Ji-Su and lifted her up as she watched him in silence but her eyes were asking all the questions for her.

"Yeah, I know," he said and pulled her closer to his chest as he prepared to jump his way out of this storage room. A few bullets hit his back but otherwise nothing serious.

He met his sister's eyes who couldn't hide her worrisome look.

"We should probably head out," he said and balanced Ji-Su on his right arm as he dug his claws into a tall metalic cabinet, throwing it in front of the door frame.

"Could you carry the boy?" he turned to his sister who was still staring at the cabinet that he threw with ease at the door frame. She only nodded and automatically picked Yeong-Su.

They all headed to the garages where they found a big black van into which they all climbed in after Hye-In found the keys in a cupboard in a CCTV room.

Eun-Hyeok laid Ji-Su in the back and uncovered her wound. "Don't they have here some medicine? Or alcohol at least?" he asked.

"They told us that they have almost nothing left," Ji-Su said weakly.

"Yeah, we were supposed to be here only temporary. But the monsters were all around, we couldn't get out safely," Hye-Inn explained.

"Hm, I will have to get something for this later, then. Could you drive?" he asked the woman who was still holding tightly onto the dog.

"Me?" she said in shock, "why me?"

"Well, my sister is probably worse at driving than me, Ji-Su isn't feeling the best... and as you said before, there's a lot of monsters out there. I should be on the outside, taking care of them."

"Can't you just do the creepy scream?" Eun-Yu asked.

"That's what I am planning. But it won't reach that far. I'd have to scream all the way."

"Why don't you?"

"Try screaming for 5 minutes yourself, Eun-Yu," he said and stepped out of the car, about to close the door.

Eun-Yu quickly grabbed his wrist, looking up into his eyes. "Are you sure you can fight them alone?"

He smiled at her and put his other hand on hers. "I have to try, you guys can't fight them."

She looked away but didn't let go of his wrist.

"Please, don't leave like last time. Be creepy as you want. Just don't leave," she said quietly, surprising Eun-Hyeok with her honesty and nodded.

"I'll do everything to survive. As I did until now," he said, slipping out of her grip and closing the door. He opened the garage door. It was suspiciously quiet. He looked back at the car and sent them a smile, heading out first.

[freddiesaysalright]

Tale as Old as Time - Prologue

Rami!Prince Adam x Reader

Summary: A prince cursed. A young woman aching for adventure. The classic tale of seeing beauty within.

Word Count: 1.6k

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A/N: Okay, y’all we’re kicking off fairy tales with Beauty and the Beast with Rami! I’m putting my own spin on the classic tales, so this isn’t the prologue you’re familiar with. Even so, I hope you enjoy!

Warning(s): None!

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Prologue here we go!!!

A frigid wind stirred the young prince from his sleep. He opened his eyes and looked around, pulling his covers tighter around him. He was frightened, but he thought that twelve was too old to be calling for his mother. His eyes began to adjust and he took in the familiar forms of his bedroom furniture. 

He rolled over. His window was mysteriously wide open. With a sigh, he threw the blankets off and padded over to close it. The cold night air made him shiver. As he reached out to push the glass back into the frame, the door burst open.

Startled, he whipped around, coming face to face with his mother. She was white as a ghost and her hair was falling out of its usual neat bun. It frightened him to see her so frantic.

“Rami,” she panted. “Rami, we must leave. Now. Your father, he - he’s done something. We’re not safe here.”

Fear crawled to the front of his heart.

“What’s going on?” he wondered.

“Shh! Keep your voice low,” she whispered. “I can’t explain now, but we don’t have much time. Hurry, pack your things!”

He dashed over to his wardrobe. He snatched up a bag, some clothes, and his traveling cloak. He stepped into his boots and looked back at his mother as he tied them on. She kept glancing between the door and window, as if any second, some monster might appear there and it would be too late.

“Okay, Mother, I’m ready,” he said.

“Come on, quick,” she hissed, taking his hand.

They hurried down the corridor, faster than Rami’s legs could carry him. He had never seen his mother in such a panic, and his mind was awhirl with questions. Somehow, he understood that he could ask none of them until they were safely away.

The walls of the palace felt suddenly like bars on a jail, and he and his mother were making a desperate break for freedom. He wondered where his father was and what he could have done to force them to such desperation. 

At the end of the hall, Rami saw the chaos. Servants were fleeing with all their belongings. The housekeeper, Mrs. Carson, was begging them to stay, tears streaming down her face. 

“You can’t abandon them now!” she cried to one of the footmen. 

“I ain’t stickin’ to find out what that crazy woman’s gonna do to him!” he shot back, and then took off.

The queen brought Rami to a halt, and pushed him up against the wall, pressing herself beside him. She watched carefully until the way was clear. She even waited for Mrs. Carson to leave. Rami found this odd. Mrs. Carson was one of the most trusted people in the palace. What could be so bad that she couldn’t know he and his mother were leaving? Who was the crazy woman the footman was talking about? 

“Mother, what’s -” Rami began, unable to stand it anymore.

“Hush!” she snapped. “Please, my darling, I’ll explain everything later.”

Tears of hurt and confusion welled up in his eyes, but he nodded resolutely.

Slowly, they crept down the main hall to the stairs. It was a back stairwell that led to the corridor just outside the throne room. As they flew down the stairs, the noise became louder. Rami heard a hideous screech, so piercing that he stopped and covered his ears.

“Keep moving!” his mother cried over the din. “Please, Rami!”

More frightened than ever, he pushed on, following his mother as closely as possible. They had to sneak by the small entrance to the throne room, where he peered in and saw a woman - the most beautiful he had ever seen. But terrifying. She was golden all over, from her hair to the hem of her dress, and appeared to glow as she glided toward the king. 

“All these years, you have kept the debt you owed me,” she said. 

Her voice was musical. A sweet soprano with a dangerous edge.

“Please,” the king heaved through a deep breath. He was struggling to stand as well. “I’ll give you anything you want...I just -”

“It’s too late!” she barked at him. “That debt was owed long ago. Now, you will pay the ultimate price.”

She got closer to the king. Rami’s eyes went wide.

“Come, Rami,” the queen urged her son, taking his hand again. “We must hurry.”

They bustled away, but Rami heard his father’s scream. He squeezed his eyes shut, letting the tears fall now.

The prince and queen burst out to the snowy yard, making for the stables. She quickly began saddling her horse with their small bags of essentials. She helped Rami up first and then mounted behind him, wrapping her arms around his thin frame. She took a pause.

“No matter what happens, Rami, know that I love you very much,” she said, with such intensity that at first Rami struggled to respond.

“I love you too, Mother,” he finally choked out.

She smiled, and for a moment, nothing was happening. She was the mother he always knew - warm, calm, and kind. But the moment was fleeting, and they had to go. She pressed her heels into the horse’s side and they made their way through the garden.

Rami absurdly took notice of the roses. His mother had grown them herself, and other than Rami, they were her pride and joy. Each bloom was a deep, rich red. They looked like blood against the white of the snow.

They went through the garden at a slow clip clop. The queen was staying low, forcing Rami to do the same. It was clear she didn’t want to draw attention to them. They were just feet from the gate.

Suddenly, a shadow swept over them, and the golden woman appeared, blocking their path. She smiled, but it was not friendly. It was a threat. Rami could feel his mother’s trembling with his own.

“Whatever my husband owed you, we will pay it twice over, just -”

“Silence!” the woman shouted, with an upstroke of her arm.

The horse whinnied and reared back, throwing the queen and prince off. Rami heard his mother’s cry of surprise and the thud of her hitting the ground. Frightened, he scrambled to his knees to look over. She was alarmingly still.

He could not focus on the heartbreak. The golden woman was bearing down on him. The prince recoiled, trying to get away, but he wasn’t fast enough. The woman was upon him. He looked at her through watery eyes, skin burning from where the cold brushed his wet cheeks.

“I can’t let you carry on the line of traitors,” she said.

“I - I haven’t done anything to you,” Rami stammered. “Don’t you know mercy, enchantress?”

She smirked, but the expression made him feel sick.

“I do know mercy, child,” she said. “Your punishment will not be to die. You will live, but not as yourself.”

“W-what do you mean?” he questioned.

“You will see,” she returned ominously.

She held out her hand. With wide eyes, he watched gold orbs float toward him. Millions of them, lighting up his face and clothes. It was almost peaceful.

Then. 

Excruciating pain. Every muscle felt like it was ripping apart. He shrieked and thrashed on the ground, unaware of the biting chill of the snow. His body felt like it was on fire, from his eyes to his toes, like he was contorting and stretching unnaturally. Just when he thought she was killing him, it stopped.

Chest heaving and tears falling, Rami caught his breath. He tried to sit up, but his body felt heavier than he remembered. He also felt warmer than he was earlier. He looked around and saw his clothes in shreds around him. He looked wildly up at the enchantress.

“What have you done?” he demanded, but his voice was not his own. It was deeper and had a growl he was not accustomed to.

She held out her hand, and a golden hand mirror appeared there. She held it out to him. He took it and turned the glass toward himself. He bit back another scream.

His face was gone! He was covered in hair. Sharp teeth protruded from his mouth. Horns sat on his head. The hand holding the mirror was actually a grizzly paw, with claws and everything. More tears formed. His eyes were all that remained of the body he was born with.

“What have you done?” he asked again, trying to ignore the rumbly sound from his chest.

“I am keeping you from marrying,” she said. “This is a curse, child.”

His lip trembled, and he wished that he had not begged for this kind of mercy.

“Before you despair, hope is not lost,” she continued. She plucked a rose from the bush beside her and offered it to him the same way she had the mirror. “This rose will bloom until your twenty-fifth year. You have until the last petal falls.”

“To do what?” he wondered.

“To find true love,” she said. “True love will break the curse.”

“But how can I find true love as a - a beast?!”

“You will have to find a love to see the prince beneath the beast,” she explained. “True love finds beauty within.”

“And if I don’t find true love in time?” he asked.

“Then you will remain a beast until the end of your days,” she said solemnly. 

“This is cruel,” he whimpered.

“It is payment,” she returned sternly. “Farwell, little prince. And good luck.”

With a wicked laugh, she faded away, leaving Rami stricken in the snow. He had never felt so helpless. He had no family, he lost his body, and he had an impossible task. He looked at himself in the mirror again. 

Who could ever learn to love a beast?

[ranposlittle]

sweetie it’s me again 🥺🥺🥺please nsfw scenario with mori and his gf having a daddy kink and she acts all girly and childish 🥺🥺🥺👉🏻👈🏻

!! NSFW 18+ ONLY !!

((TW: daddy kink; exhibitionism))

A/N: Wooh, boy~ idk if i went overboard but here’s another lengthy scenario ahah although, you totally deserve this ♥️ I wanted to put it under a “Keep Reading” break but it doesn’t work on mobile so im sorryyyyy;;; Also, I made this with the simplest definition of the daddy kink cos idk if you’ll be comfortable if i wrote this like how i know it (dd/lg) but I hope this will make you happy!~ ಡ ͜ ʖ ಡ

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Your heels bumped into the legs of the armchair as another wave of pleasure jolted into your nerves. You hissed as your grip on the armrest tightened and your teeth clenched. He has you sprawled out on his lap, your legs laid out on either side of him, your back against him and his fingers toying around your pussy. Within just a few minutes, Mori was able to reduce you into a sweaty mess. Spasmodic moans and pants liberally floating out of you. What’s even more maddening is he has you facing the panel of clear glass windows in his office and you can see almost the entire city from up here; and you feel like the entire city can see you, too.

With this thought, your hand reactively reached up to cover your face. Mori replied by moving his legs further apart causing you to spread even wider. You yelped as you feel your pussy being more exposed than ever. You know that if anybody can see you right now, they can definitely see every little detail of your genitalia.

You whimper as Mori ran two fingers down your slit and pushed them apart as if he’s really making sure that you’re as open to view as possible.

“Go on,” he mumbled through his teeth as he nimble on your ear, “Say it.”

He pushed his slender finger inside your hole and your walls clenched around it immediately. Your let out a drawn out gasp as he slowly slither inside.

“D-da…” Your jaw shakes and your voice weakens. You can feel Mori smirking behind you with the way you’re crumbling in front of him right now.

This isn’t exactly what you were expecting to happen when you nervously approached him in his office this afternoon. You gather all the courage you could muster to finally let him know about this certain kink of yours. You fiddle with the hem of your short skirt as you stumble on your words. When you finally got around what you really meant to say, Mori looked at you from the bunch of papers on his desk, only to blink at you innocently.

“Huh? A daddy kink? What is that, (Y/N)-chan?” He sounds like he really doesn’t have a single clue about it.

Your red face just got redder. He’s definitely only doing this to tease you. You puffed out your cheeks and blurted out in annoyance, “I want to call you ‘daddy’ and I want you to dominate me, okay?”

He just silently stared at you as if he can’t process what you just said. Your eyebrows knitted together and you pouted when he suddenly laughed. You stomped your feet demanding him not to make fun of you and he quickly apologized. You hoped that by then, he would lead you to the bedroom and figure this out with you but instead, he led you in the middle of the room and somehow, you ended up in this situation.

“C'mon, (Y/N)-chan. You can do it,” Mori wriggled his finger inside you, snapping you back into reality. You whined and squirmed on his lap, his teasing now starting to frustrate you. He never teased you this badly before.

“Da… ddy…” Your words came out almost like a whisper.

“What’s this? Is my baby getting all shy now?” Mori playfully whispered into your ear, sending shivers crawling up into your skin. You reflexively tried to close your legs out of embarrassment but Mori’s powerful legs triumphed over your own and was able to keep you spread wide open.

“I thought this was what you wanted. Why don’t you let me hear you now, hmm?” He licked the sides of ear and inserted another finger inside of you rather abruptly.

You cried out and arched your back. You feel like a fool for even considering that maybe Mori really doesn’t have the slightest idea of what a daddy kink is but before you can even beat yourself up about it, Mori pulled out his fingers only to push it back even deeper into you.

“Ah! Daddy!” You clawed at his forearm. You can’t hold yourself back anymore and you’re just an inch away from shamelessly begging him to use you already.

“Mmm. That sound so much better, baby.” Mori cooed and kissed your forehead. You tilted your head upwards and looked at him with pleading eyes; your lips parted as you continue to moan.

His lust filled eyes squinted as he smiled and dove his tongue inside your mouth. Mori is now knuckles deep inside your pussy, his fingers moving in a come-hither motion and his hungry kisses muffling your cries. With every curl of his fingers, he hits that special spot within you that have your hips bucking up. You haven’t even noticed how hard you’re grinding against his hands right now. Mori broke off from the kiss and chuckled.

“Now, now. You have to slow down, baby. You have to be patient and wait for the main event,” he said and kissed the tip of your nose.

Mori slowly pulled his fingers out and you felt so dirty hearing the squelching sounds coming out from you. You whimper from the sudden feeling of emptiness as Mori wiped his fingers with a handkerchief. It’s just now that your head isn’t numb with pleasure that you felt Mori’s hardness beneath you.

You fidget on your position to secretly grind on his erection but he forcefully grabbed your waist, stopping you from your attempt for control.

“I’m the one in charge here, am I not, honey?” He ran one of his hands from your hips, up to your neck and wrapped his fingers around it.

“Yes, daddy.”

“That is correct. So, from now on, you’ll only do what I tell you to do,” his words drawled out as he presses the sides of your neck, “Understood?”

You tightly pressed your lips together and nodded. Mori pressed harder and repeated himself, “Understood?”

“Yes, daddy!” You blurted out from the heavy pressure on your neck.

“That’s my girl,” he said rather cheerfully and released his grasp immediately. He traced the side of your face and grabbed you by the chin. Mori kissed you more affectionately this time, distracting you from the fact that your legs are still pried open with your soaking pussy in full view.

“Are you imagining that somebody’s watching us right now?” His voice dropped an octave lower and the vibrations from his chest tickled your back, “They’ll see such a pretty little baby like you, enjoying all the naughty things that daddy is doing to you. Whimpering and crying but still craves for more.”

The imagery he just put in your head made you sob. The thought of being watched embarrassed you to no ends but it’s undeniable that it’s also turning you on.

So much so that your pussy twitched with just the thought. It’s astounding how Mori can make you wet without even touching you.

“Daddy,” you pleaded. Your eyes shut and tears on its rim. Your hand grabbed what you can with his shirt, “Please, daddy. Please…”

You are not quite sure what you’re even begging for. On one hand, you want him to stop but on the other hand, you want him to just do you right then and there. Mori already know this, of course. He smirks in amusement with how much he enjoys seeing you beg. Maybe if you keep it up, he’ll finally give you what you want.

“Aww,” he said in faux-sympathy, “Does my baby wants to get fucked now? Would you like to show anyone who might be watching you right now your lewd faces as daddy pounds into you?”

You tightened your grasp on his shirt and you bit your lip. He’s really not going to stop making you beg any time soon. This is getting too much for you to take.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you? Well,” Mori rubbed his thumb on your flushed cheek sweetly but a hint of malice is on his eyes, “You know what you have to do.”

You let out a quiet whine, feeling helpless with your situation. You know you’ll have to do it to get what you want and even if you hate to admit it to yourself, his dominant side is driving you insane. He’s just perfect for this.

You looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, “Please, daddy. I want you to fuck me and make me come.”

You felt him shift on his seat and you thought that your pleading might be actually working so you continued. You ran hand from your chest down to your pussy and started playing with yourself.

“In here, daddy. Please put your cock inside me,” you enticed with the sweetest voice. You surprised yourself to hear such perverted words coming from your own mouth but you’ll do and say just about anything now to be satisfied.

Mori’s eyes glistened and his smirk just grew wider. This isn’t the first time you had sex and he has seen you in this ruined state before but there’s just something about the way you’re submitting to him right now that excites him more than ever. He figured out that this daddy kink of yours isn’t that bad after all.

“Well, I guess I can’t really say no to my pretty babydoll,” Mori stated, acting as if he was truly powerless over your sweet-talk.

Your heart skipped a beat with anticipation as Mori reached down to unzip his pants. Your whole body is throbbing and you unconsciously licked your lips. You moved to sit on one side of his lap so you can unbuckle his belt and let him pull his pants down with ease.

Your eyes are on the prize the moment that he unzipped and now you see his cock standing proudly as the man himself. Your mind running a hundred miles per hour with things you wanted to do with it but your perverse thoughts were interrupted when Mori palmed your breasts over your shirt. A wanton moan escaped out of you with just a single touch.

“Why don’t we take a look at what you got in here,” he said as he gently tugged your shirt upwards.

You shyly pulled on your shirt and held it up as if you’re just casually showing him a scar. He ogled your boobs for a moment before smiling and leaning forward to suck on one of your nipples. Your hands shook and your grip on your crumpled shirt tensed with the added pleasure.

“Hnng… Daddy…” You moaned out as Mori started to pinch on your other nipple, “That feels… So good…”

Mori made a few more licks before doing the same on the other one. Exchanging the place of his mouth and hand. The pleasure is almost overbearing that you wondered if it’s possible to actually come just from this. Before you can get into a conclusion, Mori moved back and positioned you into his lap once again. Your legs spread out on either side of him like before. With your shirt now lifted exposing your breasts, you look more obscene as ever. He lifted your skirt up to your waist and rubbed the tip of his cock on your slit; your wetness from his previous provocation coating him in an instance.

“It’s time for the main event, baby. Are you ready to put on a show?” Mori rumbled on your ear, addressing the invisible audience you seem to have.

You stare at the view in front of you and you unknowingly started to really imagine the said audience and how it’s now your goal to show them how good Mori is going to fuck you.

You gulped and nodded, “Yes, daddy.”

“Atta girl. Don’t worry now, baby. You don’t have to hold back. Just cry out as loud as you want to and show everybody just how naughty you really are,” Mori’s words ended as almost a growl.

You pushed skirt out of the way as Mori slowly inserted his cock inside your pussy. You groaned in unison and you know that he’s just as riled up as you are right now despite his composure. You’re filled to the brim when your butt reached his lap again. You’re aching with pleasure and you’re just eager for more. You glimpsed at Mori to see that his head is thrown back against the chair and his eyes are closed in ecstasy. It seems to you that he’s taking his time to calm himself down so he won’t cum unannounced.

You revel on his image before he slowly lifted his head back up and look at you. Your scrunched up eyebrows, your teary eyes, your blushing cheeks, segments of your hair sticking up to the side of your sweaty face; he loves this look on you. He smiled devilishly.

“Go on, you can start riding daddy now,” Mori affirmed with a kiss on your cheek.

With a weak whimper, you leaned forward to hold on to his knees for support and lifted your butt up. Your soft moan from that single movement became louder when you push yourself back down his cock again. You had to take a few seconds to find strength on your shaky knees to lift yourself up again and come back down; your cries getting louder and louder each time. You squeezed your eyes shut and bounced faster. You can’t hear anything other than the ringing of your own moans in your ears. You can feel your thighs getting tired from your strained efforts but your lust driven core just couldn’t stop moving. Soon enough, Mori grabbed your hips and pulled you back up against him.

“My dirty little baby,” he chuckled on your ear before placing sloppy kisses on your neck.

“Hold your skirt up while I fuck you so everybody can see how deep my cock is inside your tight pussy.”

You crumble a little bit more with his indecent language. You did just what you were told and hoisted the ends of skirt up to your belly, exposing yourself once more.

Mori dig his fingertips on your hips and thrusted roughly into you once. You threw your head back and let out a loud cry. He bit down on your shoulder as he plunged in once again and was closely followed by another. His thrusts are now coming in in a quicker succession and your breasts jiggled with each one.

He leaned back to the chair and held on to your hips tighter as he started to mercilessly ram his cock repeatedly into your pussy. Your hands are frozen, clutching your skirt and your breasts bouncing around harshly.

“Daddy! Daddy!” You repeatedly sobbed out and it’s all that you can really utter in your current state.

Mori kept pounding into you and you feel the knot on your stomach about to burst. You desperately wanted to fondle your own breasts or play with your clit just to finally get your most awaited release but you decided against it, since you don’t want to give Mori a reason to stop if you do something he didn’t asked you to.

You suddenly yelped when Mori stood up, bringing you with him and dragged the side table in front of you. Without a word, he pushed you down on it and adjusted his position behind you. You also tried to get in to a more comfortable position by propping yourself up on the table with your forearms.

He elicited another loud moan from you when he slammed back inside. Not even a moment passed and he’s back on thrusting roughly into your pussy; and you find yourself not being able to say anything else but calling out Mori’s new title.

Mori leaned over and used one of his hands to hold you firmly in position and the other to hold on to your neck. You cried out as your lifted body allowed your perked nipples to graze on the table each time Mori rocks you.

“Open your eyes, baby. I want you to look at our audience as you come,” he grunted in your ear between ragged breaths and moans.

You weakly opened your eyes and looked forward. You wondered if there’s really someone who can see you right now but at this moment, you’re too far gone to really care or even feel ashamed.

Your sensitive nipples kept rubbing on the cold table as Mori continued to barrel in and out of you and with all the combined pleasure, you were drove into the edge.

“Daddy,” you called out in a choked out voice. “I’m coming… I can't– I’m coming…”

“Go ahead, baby. Come and say daddy’s name,” Mori removed his hand on your hips to reach down and draw circles on your clit.

“Ah! Mori… Mo… Ri… Mori-san!”

You moaned out loud as the built up pressure on your abdomen bursted all throughout your body and sprinkled tingles down to your fingertips. Your sight turned white and your mind swept clean of any thoughts. Your muscles spasmed and your breath held for a while in a sharp inhale before coming down with a forceful exhale.

Mori watched your eyes rolled back and your mouth opened in a silent moan. It made his cock twitched and he felt his own release closing in soon. He forced his hips forward with a grunt and called out your name. You’re just coming down from your high but you know Mori’s erratic thrusting means he’s about to finish. He leaned down again to pull you into a kiss.

“(Y/N)-chan…” His voice sounded sweeter than how it was when you started.

He broke off from the kiss and withdraw his cock out of you with a squelch. He firmly grabbed you off of the table and push you down to the floor so you’re kneeling in front of him. He looked down at you while he’s stroking himself. You bit your lip and reached over so you can pump him instead. He petted your head as you look up to him, watching him come undone with each passing second. He called out your name once again as you lick his tip while stroking his shaft faster. A series of moans and groans broke out of Mori’s lips before his hips violently stuttered.

“(Y/N)-chan!” Mori exclaimed and suddenly gripped your hair. You squealed as he shamelessly spew his cum on your face.

You keep on stroking him until he came down from his own orgasm. He gently pushed his cock into your mouth and you sucked on it before letting it go with a pop. Mori panted as he tried to catch his breath and looked down on you to admire his work. He soon sat back down on his chair and tapped his lap, asking you to resume your previous position. You sprang to your unsteady feet and did so. He took out his handkerchief again and began to wipe his cum off of you as you close your eyes and cuddle up on his chest.

“Did I do it right? Was I a good daddy?” Mori playfully asked you, breaking away from his character.

You chuckled and nodded, “The best.”

Mori smiled. He knows how spent you must be feeling right now and thought that a nap would be his reward for your hard work. Besides, he could also use a shut-eye. Within a few clicks on his remote, the blinds came halfway down from the windows. The room was dim enough to make you even sleepier. Mori kissed your forehead and rested his head on yours.

It was, undoubtedly, the best sleep you’ve had for a very long time.

[pogaytosalad]

Heres a wip of a sequel.

Dmviolence, by jade

Hello, if youre hearing this, it probably means im dead. Either that, or im alive and just got tired of keeping this hidden. You might remember my voice from a previous recording about a takeover in sector ⬽:➻, in which id helped prevent total annihilation of the sector. At the time i was unnamed, however now you may call me Kalton. After the takeover i resigned and moved to a job at a dmv. This planet was, for some reason, in one of the most tactically advantageous locations in the galaxy. And for some reason the higher ups dedicated the whole damn planet to dmvs. Dont ask why. Now, onto the story.

I woke up, and i put on my emerald green contact lenses. Just like any other day. I put on a basic white t-shirt and a leather bomber jacket along with a pair of jean shorts. If you cant tell by now, im gay.

I live in a small apartment. By small apartment i mean a bedroom, a bathroom and a kitchen all crammed into 2 rooms. I hopped out the bedroom window onto my motorcycle. It was a diamond white motorcycle with deep red stripes along the sides and the handlebars. My pride and joy. I put on my jet black helmet and took off towards my job at the, you guessed it, dmv.

Chapter 2

I pulled up in the parking lot and took off my helmet, my blue hair a total rats nest. The doors were push doors, yet i somehow ALWAYS pulled first. I entered the dmv and went to my station. A few hours passed by and no one had come in yet, which was unusual. So naturally i decided to sit down on the floor, put in my earbuds, and enjoyed some heavy metal. A few more hours passed by, and usually by now i wouldve been yelled at by my boss. This struck me as odd so i stood up. I really wish i hadnt stood up. The place had been completely destroyed. There were drop pods crashed in through the roof and they all had the ERGON logo on them. Ergon was a multi trillion dollar pencil manufacturing company with its own military. They had previously tried to take over sector ⬽:➻ when i had been working there. I was not looking forwards to what was about to happen.

Quickly, i ducked back onto the floor before anyone saw me. There were 4 riot soldiers holding this building. This was gonna be fun. The riot soldiers are your stereotypical riot gear and police baton soldiers. But these guys had laser batons and the riot gear gave them heightened strength and speed. They also had some, dare I say, shitty energy pistols. I crawled over to one of the soldiers who wasnt being watched and broke their neck. Carefully I took the baton and the pistol. Slowly crawled my way back to my station and checked the shot count in the pistol. I had 6 shots, just enough to take care of the remaining three soldiers. I stood up quickly and shot each soldier twice in the head. First shot to open the riot helmet, second shot to kill. I vaulted over the counter and grabbed the three pistols. These things were so stupid. You couldnt even remove the clips. Once you ran out of shots, the pistol was useless. Nonetheless, i didnt have any choice. I had a laser baton and 18 total shots in 3 pistols.

Upon leaving the building, my motorcycle was one of the few things to survive. It had alot of scratches and damage, but it still worked. The helmet was shattered however. I mounted the motorcycle and took off towards the next closest dmv. Maybe id find some better gear there.

Chapter 3

Pulling up next to the second dmv i immediately noticed 3 things. 1: there was blood everywhere. 2: there were 25 soldiers here. And 3: they all had energy weapons. The reason these things are relevant is because energy weapons dont cause bloodshed. This was the result of something else. Something new i hadnt dealt with yet.

I drove up and ran over 5 of the soldiers. This was probably an incredibly bad idea, seeing as i had 18 shots, enough for 9 kills, and there were 20 soldiers left. Every single soldier turned to me and i, being the absolute genius that i am, welded the front of one of the pistols shut with the laser baton, shot it off, and threw it into thei crowd of soldiers. It exploded, releasing a shockwave of energy and disabling the soldiers. I then used the baton to cut through the riot gear and kill the soldiers. I felt like a badass. That is until a mechanical looking wolf jumped at me and started trying to rip my face off.

The wolf was a frostwolf, except it had been placed into a mechanical frame and its teeth and claws had been replaced with lasers. I tried to bash it off of me with the baton but it just bit it in two. This gave me just enough time to grab an energy pistol and shoot the wolf. It kept trying to kill me amd i wasted a whole clip on it until suddenly, the dog started to levitate in the air and got thrown aside into a wall. I got up and was instantly frozen in place. Thats when.. she walked up.

Chapter 4

The she i am reffering to is ebony. A goth/punk wannabe with light blue tear shaped eyes and black hair with purple streaks. Shes a bitch whos mind got too powerful and now she can move things without touching them. Shes been chasing me for months. Not in a murderous way. Shes just obsessed with me. Ive tried to tell her im gay but she wont listen. And now im at her mercy.

She walked up to me and kissed me on the cheek. I hated it. She looked as if she was contemplating whether or not to free me when a pod came down from the sky and crushed her. Thank god. But i honestly wouldve rathered suffered at her hand than deal with what i had to deal with next...

Out of the pod came the warden. The goddamn warden from sector ⬽:➻. Last id seen him hed been in the same situation as ebony. Crushed to death under a pod. But this time, instead of being on my side, he was here to kill me. He was huge. Like seriously huge. He was at least 8 feet tall and shaped like gaston. Whos gaston? Nobody knows these days. But its basically a way to say "extremely buff and wide". Back to the story. The warden wasnt looking very good, considering the rotten skin, obviously quickly patched together face, and muscles hanging loose out of his skin. His rotting ruined body was held together by an exoskeleton of chromium-tungsten alloy. Nothing i had was gonna cut through that. I was gonna have to get creative here..

The warden had 2 weapons, both of them were his fists. Huge gauntlets that were each about the size of a cow. Definitely bigger than his previous set. They were a golden green metal i couldnt identify. But i didnt want to get hit with one to try and find out. I ran. I ran as fast i could run into the dmv and hid. I could hear the wardens footsteps. It was as if a small earthquake happened each time he took a step.

I peeked over the desk i was hiding behind and saw him punch through the 2 desks opposite to me. It took no effort and i couldve sworn i saw him smile. Obviously i didnt. Cause he didnt have a mouth anymore. But if he did, he definitely wouldve smiled. I took a shot to get his attention and ran off towards the wall. The warden was definitely faster than i expected.

Luckily i managed to dodge the blow by a centimeter. The metal smelled of decaying flesh and popcorn. The wardens blow punched a huge hole in the wall. I hope you see where im going with this.

I ran off to another wall and we repeated this same process a number of times until the building was barely still up. I ran out the doors and threw the baton at the last of the supports, cutting through it and causing the building to collapse in on the warden. He wasnt getting out of that. I decided to search the rubble to see if i could find anything worth taking. I found a new baton, a flame rifle and a few more energy pistols.

The flame rifle was a very interesting design. The sides were painted jet black with flame decals scattered about. You could feel the heat on the inside and it made the gun warm to the touch. Comfortable to hold. Other than that though, it looked like an old fashioned 8.59mm sniper rifle. It had 4 shots remaining, so id have to use it sparingly.

I grabbed some scrap materials out of the rubble to make a holster for it and put it on my back.

The energy pistols just dangled from a keychain. The baton was simply turned off and placed through a hole in the back pockets of my shorts. I ran to my motorcycle and drove off, i needed to find out more. I had questions, and i had a sneaking suspicion that i knew where to find the answers.

I drove off again, i was dirty and there was blood on me and my bike. I probably looked like a serial killer. But i knew that if anyone was still alive, itd be jayden. They were.. well. They were a vampire. They lived in a swampland area and wore sparkly rainbow shirts and a huge sunhat. The sunhat allowed them to go outside in the sun, and they only drank coconut water. They also had a crazy amount of weaponry and used to work at ergon, before being fired for stealing weaponry. By the way, if you havent noticed by now, im using they/them to refer to jayden. Jayden doesnt have a gender. Jayden.. is kind of my crush. It probably has something to do with the fact that theyre the only person on this planet who talks to me. Other than ebony.. but ebony is... not my type i guess. Anyways, back to jayden. Jayden was on the roof of their swamp shack drinking coconut water out of a wine glass. I yelled up at them and they fell off the roof onto my back. I guess i cushioned their fall. Jayden immediately said "What do you need dear" without waiting for me to stand up, and shattered the wine glass. I informed them of the situation and asked the questions i had. Things like "what are the ergon soldiers defences like on their ships" and "how did they reanimate the warden" they had answers.

Jayden told me about the new security measures that had been put in place since id last been on an ergon ship. There was now a code for each teleportation pod and the gaurds had doubled. As for the warden, it turns out jayden was actually the first test run in reanimation sciences, and couldnt answer me because they had been unconcious in a lab when the warden was reanimated. That explained the vampire undead thing. Jayden invited me into the shack where they pulled a nail out of the floorboards and it turned into a ramp to the basement. Down in the basement? Thats where jayden kept their weapons they stole. And boy oh boy were there some interesting ones.

One that immediately caught my attention was the big rocket launcher. It had 3 barrels and each was a different colour, indicating a different effect. One was red, one was yellow, and one was green. The red barrel fired a normal explosive rocket, the yellow barrel fired an electromagnetic pulse rocket, and the green barrel fired an acidic explosive. And the launcher shrunk down to the size of an energy pistol when a button was pressed. It gathered up dirt and dust and garbage around it from the back to quickly convert into ammo but the only downside is that it would be difficult to use more than once in an area.

Jayden picked out an old shotgun. At first i didnt understand why, but then they loaded the clip. The clip was a huge drum that loaded in the bottom of the barrel. The drum was see through and inside you could see sawblades lined up side by side. When they pumped the shotgun a blade got lifted into a slot between the 2 shotgun barrels and started glowing red. When the trigger was pulled, the blade spun at high speeds and fired out of the slot, spinning along the ground like a wheel. It could cut through anything a baton could cut through and seemed to almost follow its target. The gun itself looked like an DP-12, except behind the pump, a large clear drum full of sawblades was in place. The blade sat between the barrels in place of the iron sights and got heated up by an electrical circut.

I also took a laser sword instead of my baton, it was just like the one that [3825968] had, except this one was about an inch longer. The final weapon i took was an acid thrower. It was basically just a watergun with acid in it. Ive always been partial to acidic weapons. If youve heard my other story, youd know why..

Jayden also took a submachine gun that fired freezing rounds. The rounds were essentially glorified waterballoons with liquid nitrogen in them. Though the rounds were bullet sized, enough shots from it would certainly freeze you in place. The freeze gun was about the size of the average human head, and was painted navy blue with blue saphire stripes placed along it. We both left the shack, me with my sword and jayden with a wine glass. We were ready to kick ass and put a stop to this.

We left and immediately both got flung into some trees. Guess who it was. It was ebony. Her body had been found and reanimated. I was starting to see a pattern. And now we had to fight the telekinetic who could kill us with a wave of her hand.

She was levitating. Her eyes were glowing red and her hair was floating in the air. She had a smile of someone about to rip your arms off and beat you with them. I tried to take a shot at her but my hand got knocked aside by an invisible force. So i tried the next best thing. Seduction. Fake seduction. Hopefully the whole dying and coming back from the dead thing didnt make her stop being weirdly obsessed with me.

While i faked surrender and complimented ebony and attempted to seduce her, jayden took aim of their ice gun and shot a burst at ebonys right arm. The arm froze in place and shattered. Hopefully that would lower the strength of her telekinetic abilities. It did. But only by about half. Which meant jayden got thrown into the air as i tried to discreetly unholster my acid gun. It wasnt discreet enough and the gun was knocked from my hand.

The gun flew forwards and the impact of hitting the ground set it off for a second, just enough to spray an acidic burn through her arm. Incapacitating her. Jayden ended up sneaking up behind her and impaling her through the skull with the shattered end of their wine glass. Finally ebony was dead for good.

The acid gun was busted, so we had to leave it behind. We got onto my motorcycle and took off towards my apartment building. We would need food if we were going to be traveling. An apartment complex would probably be full of foods, and alot of dead people who wouldnt care if we took some stuff.

[sentient-stove]

The Mishaps of Ladybug and Kuro Neko- Chapter 3

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug, Sanders Sides

Relationships: Patton & Roman, Roman & Virgil, Roman/Virgil (way down the line), Remus & Roman, Logan & Virgil, Janus & Marinette Dupain-Cheng  (More later)

Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Virgil Ito, Logan Ito, Patton Hart, Janus Dupain-Cheng, Roman Prince, Remus Prince, Tikki, other kwami

Summary:  It’s been almost fifty years since Marinette’s used a miraculous.  And unfortunately, someone’s stolen the butterfly and the peacock.So when the missing miraculous turn up in the US, she’s forced to hand out a new team of heroes, finally hanging up the mantle of ladybug forever.

Virgil did not sign up for a kwami(?) that’s obsessed with cheese curds.

Roman is ecstatic that he has the ladybug miraculous, after all, superheroes are cool!

Logan wants to live his life and avoid racial slurs, too bad the annoying ass heroes keep destroying his fucking bedroom.

Patton spends his time hero chasing, maybe he’ll get a super power one day too!

Janus is done™

Chapter Summary: First akuma!  Oh my....

Notes: hey, im back lmao.

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Logan was halfway out the door the next morning when the walls of the small apartment caved in.

Well, it was more of a smashed in actually and he was flung back into the apartment among the debris, head smacking against concrete and instantly dying upon impact.

And thus went Logan’s first experience with an akuma.  Unfortunately for him, it would not be the last time that he’d be killed by one.

…

Virgil was halfway to school when his phone buzzed with the only person that he actively followed on Twitter, some boy at his school who was obsessed with the old superheroes from years ago.

He pulled out his phone and looked at it, brain not comprehending for a moment.

Oh.

Virgil looked up at the sky and sighed.  “Fuck.”  

He looked around at the empty street and sighed, opening his slightly damp bag and looking down at the kwami inside.

“Hey, so um, claws out?”

Plagg looked up at him.  “No.”

“What?”  Virgil ducked into the side alley and slid to a sitting position on the dirty ground.  “I have to go do hero shit or something before Ladybug kills himself.”

Plagg sighed and flew out to point a tiny paw at him.  “You didn’t give me cheese.”

“I gave you some Ritz crackers!  You know that I’m lactose intolerant!”

“I want cheese curds.”

“I’d have to go to the fucking Wharf to get those!  They don’t make them here in California, that’s a Wisconsin thing!”

Plagg blew a raspberry at him and Virgil sighed.

“Fine, but I’m booking it to the Wharf and the second you have your damn cheese curds, I will transform.”

“Sounds good.”

Virgil stood, snatched the kwami out of thin air and stuffed him into his bag, shutting the flaps and booking it in the direction of Fisherman’s Wharf.  There were probably closer places selling the cheese, but Virgil really only could remember the one gourmet cheese shop that had opened two years ago there.

Not to mention, cheese curds were disgusting.  They just tasted like plastic to him.   Virgil skidded around a corner and almost ran into a businessman who was talking to someone on a phone.  The man yelled an insult that Virgil ignored as he crossed the street, almost getting KO’d by a car.

Yeah, he didn’t really have a sense of self preservation.  He made it to the Wharf in about fifteen minutes- would have been sooner if he had been at home, but alas, and when he entered the cheese shop, a cheery bell rang, alerting whoever owned the place that they had a customer at eight thirty am.

He didn’t exactly know where to look, but in the back of the place, they had four different flavors of cheese curds.  Virgil sighed at the prices- this kwami was more expensive to feed than the plethora of stray cats that wandered the city.

He grabbed one bag of each flavor and went to the register, placing them on the counter.

“Can I get this?”

“Sure hon.”  The woman smiled and rang them up, he brow furrowing.  “That’ll be twenty seven dollars and fifty four cents.”

Virgil pulled some rumbled bills out and set them down before meticulously counting out the rest of the change in the nickels that lived in his pockets.

“Do you want a bag for that?”

“Uh, no thank you.  And I don’t need the receipt, thanks.”  Virgil grabbed the cheese and rushed out, heading away from the tourists and towards where he could hide.

He turned down an alley and knelt, tearing a hole in his jeans as he opened his bag again and offered some cheese curds to the kwami.

“Thank you.”

“Fuck you, you little chaos demon.”  Virgil bit out as Plagg ate the cheese slowly, seeming to enjoy the squeaking sound that it gave with each chew.  When the kwami finally swallowed, Virgil stood.

“Plagg, claws out, or I--”

Green light enveloped him in a yelp.

…

Roman hit the akuma with his yo-yo fruitlessly as the monster roared at him and swung.  He only managed to jump out of the way before it’s giant fist crushed through the roof of the building he’d been standing on.

“Come on Kuro, where are you?”  He muttered as he rolled to the right, a massive foot coming down right next to him.

“HEY!”  a voice shouted. Kuro Neko.

Roman sighed in relief as his partner yelled something intelligible at the akuma, getting a stoney fist thrown his way.   The black clad figure leapt gracefully over it and used his staff to jab it in the eye, which only enraged it further as he landed next to Roman.

“Sorry LB, I was in a different part of the city.”  Kuro looked up and then tackled them to the side as the akuma roared.  They rolled for a few feet before stopping and Roman quickly got up.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah.  Do you know where the akuma is?”

“It’s right in front of us.” Roman said blankly.  “Oh, wait, you meant the object!”

Kuro rolled his eyes and then launched himself up to dodge a stone hand as Roman threw the yo-yo around one of the arms and used that as a swing.  They landed on a roof next to each other and Kuro’s face fell.

“It’s going to keep destroying if we can’t figure it out.”

Roman nodded.  “I know.  I think the akumatized object is in his foot though.”

Kuro Neko tilted his head in confusion and Roman bit back a comment about cats before pointing.  

“That foot’s a different color than the rest of the stone.”

“Okay, what do you want me to do?”

Roman blinked.  “Well, can you go around front and distract the akuma while I call the lucky charm and figure a plan real fast?  Try to keep it stationary.”

Kuro Neko nodded and jumped off the roof, going into a quick freefall before pulling out his staff and using it to safely land.  He ran between the akuma’s feet and to the front.

Roman bit his lip and pulled his yo-yo off his belt.  “Lucky Charm!”

A red and black spotted bicycle pump came flying down and he caught it, frantically looking around as he tried to figure out a plan.

Nothing, nothing, there!  Roman nodded and jumped off the roof, landing on a balcony that hadn’t been destroyed yet.

“Kuro Neko!”

“What Ladybug?!”

“When I say go, use your cataclysm on the underside of it’s foot!”

Kuro made brief eye contact with him, before resigning himself to the fact and nodding.

Roman took the bike pump and a flowerpot from the balcony before jumping off that and landing on the street to steal an umbrella from the food cart that had somehow not been crushed by the fighting.

He combined the items into a weird spinning thing.

“Now Kuro!”

Kuro didn’t respond to him, but Roman heard a faint “Cataclysm!”   and a roar as the akuma turned to attack the spinning umbrella.

It’s foot was right above him when Kuro Neko came out of nowhere, holding up the hand that had the Cataclysm activated.  The foot came down as Kuro used his free arm to pull Roman to him so they were hip to hip.  Roman dimly noted that his partner’s eyes were closed tight and the second the Cataclysm came in contact with the foot, black spread in veins from the spot.   The stone crumbled away and fell to dust around them, a purple glowing butterfly flapping out of the dust.

Roman threw his yo-yo forward.  “No more evil doing for you.”

The akuma was trapped in the yo-yo and when it got it back, he opened it, watching the white butterfly flap out.  “Bye bye butterfly.”

Kuro’s arm left from where it was wrapped around him and the black cat hero sighed.  “Oh my god, I’m going to have nightmares.’

“Hey, I’m sure you’ll be fine.”  Roman freed the bicycle pump from the contraption and smiled at Kuro Neko.

“Miraculous Ladybug!”

Ladybugs burst from the Lucky Charm, repairing the damage around them as the pair watched in awe.

Roman turned to Kuro.  “Thank you.”

Kuro Neko might have smiled, but Roman didn’t know, after all, his partner’s mask covered the bottom half of his face, leaving his green and blue eyes uncovered.

“Yeah, you too Ladybug.”  Kuro Neko held up a fist.  “Pound it?”

“Pound it.”  Roman grinned then paused as his earrings beeped and Kuro’s ring flashed.

“Well, until next time?” Roman asked casually.

Kuro turned away and then paused.  “Ladybug, we need to eventually figure out who has the butterfly miraculous.”

“Of course, but we don’t know anything right now.  We’ll figure it out.”

Kuro nodded, then extended his staff, using it to launch away, leaving a starstruck Ladybug to watch him disappear before turning himself and yo-yoing away.

…

Logan opened his eyes.   He was standing in the doorway of his apartment and he thought that he could vaguely feel like something was off….

Huh.  He’d remember eventually.  He shut the door and locked it before heading down the stairs to go to class.

The back of his head did have a dull ache though.

[naivefrenzy-a]

ooc! ; so, as many of you know, susie’s backstory states that when susie was 7, her mother lillian and father james got a divorce before lillian moved out and was forced to leave susie with james. well, i am sad to inform you all that this isn’t exactly what happened that night.

it’s a cold, damp night in november, a seven year old suzanne lays in her mothers lap as she watches TV, waiting for james to get home while the young girl drifted in and out of sleep. her mothers fingers combing through the thick curls of her blonde locks when the door swings open. “ where have you been? ” lillian questions, visibly frustrated as she stands up after the slam of the door startles susie awake and out of her lap. james just shoves his way past her and into the kitchen, the smell of liquor and cigar smoke following him through the door as her mother shuts the door. susie watches her father shrug his coat off as her mother murmurs something under her breath, and what happens next is a sight no child should ever endure. “ what did you say, bitch? ” james spits, grabbing his petite wife by the throat and pinning her to the wall behind her as susie whimpers. the small girl covers her ears when the yelling begins, watching as her mother showed james across the room once he lets her go– but he doesn’t take this well. crossing the room in a quick motion, he throws lillian into the rickety dining table situated in front of the door in their tiny apartment, sending her crashing through it and onto the floor before he pins her to the floor beneath him. “ d-daddy! daddy stop! ” susie cries as she watches him begin mercifully beating her mother, her cries and pleas for him to stop falling on deaf ears while the young girl curls into a ball on the couch and screams. she’s TERRIFIED, and HELPLESS– paralyzed in fear and unable to get up and run for help. the only person on their floor in this building being a deaf woman fours doors down, the seven year old girl sobs as her mother fights for her life. kicking his leg out from under him, lillian manages to get out from under him and slowly staggers to her feet before delivering a swift kick to his ribs– but she’s staggered and badly injured. her right eye is practically swollen shut, bottom lip split as her attention falls on her horrified daughter as she reaches and begs for her mother to make it all better. she wraps her arms around the scared girl, kissing the top of her golden curls as she holds her and tries to hoist her tiny frame into her arms– but she’s WEAK, and james is getting up slowly. “ m-mommy! ” the girl cries as her father grabs her mother by her hair and grins, dragging her across the room. “ j-james, please….im sorry. ” her mother begs, but her father isn’t hearing her. his green eyes are DARK, nearly black– and full of something that sends a shiver down susie’s spine as she sobs on the couch. he doesn’t speak, just grins and shakes his head as he begins to chuckle. susie’s eyes go wide as she reaches for her mother desperately, but its no use. its to LATE.

lillian is fighting, scratching and clawing at his arms as he drags her through the apartment, back towards their bedroom. “ stop! STOP- PLEASE! ” her mother’s voice rings through the tiny apartment as susie slides off the couch, slowly on wobbling legs making her way back to her parents room. the door is open just a crack, susie peeking through it as he throws her mother onto the bed– crawling up after her to pin her down again. sitting on her hips, james stares down at his wife for a few moments, silent as she tries to beg him to let her up. she’s DESPERATE– offering her husband everything she can think of that might possibly calm his rage, unaware of her daughters presence as she watches from outside the door. but nothing she says is working– he sits silently above her until she begins to struggle again. he pulls back, punching her in tha face again. the sound her mother makes is HAUNTING, and the image of him beating her is forever etched into the young girls mind. susie crumbles to the floor, hiding beside the door as the silence that takes over pierces through her. she…she doesn’t hear her mother….and james is silent. about ten minutes pass before he emerges from the room– he’s got blood all over his knuckles, his arms torn up and bleeding from her mothers nails. he doesn’t speak or look at her, but instead he leaves

“ m-mommy..? ” susie squeaks, the door creaking as she pushes it open. the room is dark and cold, dead silent aside from the sounds of susie’s sniffles and quiet sobs as she approaches the bed where her mother lays motionless. she FREEZES when she sees it– so much blood. her mothers face is swollen…she can barely recognize her. her chest isn’t moving, and susie is horrified. eyes wide as her heart pounds in the depths of the young girls stomach. she stands there for what feels like YEARS, until she hears the front door, and another voice. one of her fathers friends. she quickly scampers out of the room, hiding in her own as she curls up in her bed. her whole body trembling– she can’t close her eyes. not without seeing….that. she lays there, clutching one of her care bear pushes to her chest tightly as she listens to the sounds of her parents dresser and closet opening, her father and his friend talking in the next room like nothing had happened. by morning, the poor girl was still awake in bed, pillow soaked in tears when james walked into her bed room and pulls the blanket off of her. he kneels at her bed side, arms covered in band aids– he’s fresh out of a shower as he puts on the softest tone he’s ever spoke to her in. “ sweetheart…daddy wants to make sure you know what to say if anyone asks you where mommy went, ok? ” he tucks a fee curls back behind the girls ear as she looks at him with wide frightened eyes filled with tears again. biting her lip as she nods. “ good girl….now, if anyone asks you…mommy had to leave. she went to live with uncle kevin. ” he tells her as her hands tremble and her heart races. nodding her head as she begins to cry, james bring her to his chest for a hug. it only took a few years before susie had started to fall for her fathers lie, pushing the horrific memory further and further down until suddenly, all she could remember was her mother hugging her that last time…and then, she was just GONE.